TITLE: Giants and Supermen 1/?
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: R (language and sexual situations)
FEEDBACK: My first Smallville fic. Be kind... and lie to me :-)
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink. The Zahn's and the Warren's belong to me.
This story came to me during 'Jitters' and wouldn't let me go till I wrote it down.
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Jonathan Kent glanced around the empty road. When he was sure for the seventh time that no one was around, he looked back to his son. "Okay Clark."
Clark nodded back and slipped his hands under the trucks bumper. As if lifting a scrap of paper, Clark heaved the truck back onto the road. He then crawled underneath, checking the frame.
Martha sighed. "Stupid cat."
"Now Martha," Jonathan smiled, "I'm sure that cat's very grateful that you have such quick reflexes."
"I'm just grateful Clark was with us. I hope nothing's bent. I hit that ditch pretty hard."
Clark slid out from underneath the truck, brushing dust from his back. "Everything looks okay, just a little scratched up. You guys okay?"
Both parents nodded and began checking the produce in the trucks cab. "I think we lost a pumpkin or two."
"As long as the majority of it's okay," Martha said, "we can finish these last few and just make short runs tomorrow. All right?"
The Kent men nodded and filed into the truck. With a sigh and a silent prayer that she didn't run into anymore accident causing cats, Martha threw the truck into drive.
Five miles, three delivers and an almost close encounter with a cow later, Jonathan was now behind the wheel. "So we just have the delivery to Lex," Clark frowned slightly at his father's inflection on Lex's name, "and that's it for today."
Clark was about to start the same 'Lex-isn't-like-his-father-you-should-give-him-a-chance' speech, something on the road caught his eye. "Hey dad. Pull over."
Jonathan looked to where Clark was pointing. A moving van was pulled to the shoulder of the road. It looked like someone was struggling with a flat tire. He pulled up behind the van and put on his blinkers. "Just be careful, son."
Clark smiled. "I know." That wasn't a 'Be careful that you don't hurt yourself'. That was 'Be careful no one sees you do anything you shouldn't be able to do'. Clark opened the door as Jonathan helped Martha out the drivers side. "Hello?"
A figure raised itself from the ground. Grease covered hands brushed back a lock of shoulder length black hair from it's face revealing a set of piercing green eyes and full red-purple lips that then smiled. "I don't suppose," the confident female voice said, "that I'm not only lucky enough to meet some of the pillars of the Smallville community, but also pillars that happen to have an unbent car jack as well?" She laughed at her own embellished speech as the Kent's began to smile.
Jonathan pulled a car jack from behind the drivers seat of the truck. "You are that lucky."
"Wonderful!"
"I'm Jonathan Kent. This is my wife, Martha and our son Clark."
The woman began to extend her hand, then remembered the grease. "Morgan Zahn. Forgive me, I'm usually not covered head to toe in grease."
Head to toe was just about right. Her dark green shirt was covered in grease smudges and her blue jeans has two distinct handprints at the knees.
Jonathan knelt down in front of the flat tire. "Still have far to go?"
"Um," Morgan leaned in the drivers seat and pulled out a small map, "only about another two miles."
Martha perked up. "You're going to the old Brookfield place?"
Morgan nodded. "Just bought it about a week ago. I was hired as an art teacher at Smallville Middle School. I'm going to be starting right after Christmas break. I wanted to get up here and make sure I have everything ready."
Martha smiled. "That's wonderful. We'll be neighbors. We live about a mile down the road from you."
Morgan laughed. "A mile apart and we're neighbors. That's gonna take some getting used to. I'm used to banging on the wall to get my neighbors attention, not using smoke signals."
Clark pumped up the jack. "Not a country girl, huh?"
"No. I'm actually moving from Washington DC. But I used to spend summers in Virginia so I'm not a total city slicker." She pulled the spare tire out of the back of the truck, smearing more grease on her hands and clothes. She looked down sullenly as she dropped the tire to the ground. "Yuck." She rolled the tire to Jonathan and leaned into the drivers seat to find a rag.
Suddenly another car came squealing around a nearby curve, throwing dust and debris into the air. Clark immediately recognized it as Lex's car. He pulled to a stop on the other side of the road and stepped out. He was dressed, as always, neatly and in black. "Hey Clark. Mr. and Mrs. Kent, always a pleasure."
Jonathan ignored him as he ripped the flat tire from the truck, but Martha smiled politely. "Lex, we'll be by your house with your delivery as soon as we're done here."
"Oh no need to make you go out of your way, Mrs. Kent. I'll just take them with me now."
Clark stood up. "They're back here."
Lex reached into the back of the cab. "I'd ask if you needed a hand, but I doubt your father'd accept."
"It's not ours. We just stopped to help this lady out."
"The good Samaritan strikes again." Lex looked at Clark. "What lady?"
"The one standing next to you," Morgan said. She smiled.
Lex looked up at the grease covered woman and flashed an insincere smile. "Ah." Morgan let her smile slide from her lips.
Clark hurried to break to silence. "This is Lex Luthor. Lex this is..."
"Morgan," she cut Clark off. "I'd offer to help but I might get grease on you."
"Thank you." He dismissed her. "Clark, I'll see you later." Lex carried the small crate of vegetables to his car. Clark stared after him. Lex threw the car into gear and sped off.
Morgan laughed as she went back to the Kent's side. "Well, I see age hasn't humbled him."
"You know him?" Jonathan tightened the last bolt on the tire.
"Well, no. I only met him once before when I was a child at a Halloween ball his parent's were throwing. We had... an interesting time."
Clark let out the jack. "What happened?"
"Ah, let's just say we had a bit of a disagreement that ended in a fist fight."
"Must have been one hell of a disagreement." Martha said.
"Well, you're all set here." Jonathan wiped his hands off.
"Thank you so much. I'd really like to have you over for dinner later in the week to really thank you. I'd invite you over now but I'm afraid all I could give you would be water and saltines."
"That would be wonderful. Hey, how about an escort to your new house?" Martha said.
"I'd appreciate it."
Martha and Clark headed for the truck, but Jonathan held back. "Confidentially, who won the fight?"
Morgan smiled. "I did."
Jonathan winked. "Good girl."
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AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: R (language and sexual situations)
FEEDBACK: My first Smallville fic. Be kind... and lie to me :-)
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink. The Zahn's and the Warren's belong to me.
This story came to me during 'Jitters' and wouldn't let me go till I wrote it down.
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Jonathan Kent glanced around the empty road. When he was sure for the seventh time that no one was around, he looked back to his son. "Okay Clark."
Clark nodded back and slipped his hands under the trucks bumper. As if lifting a scrap of paper, Clark heaved the truck back onto the road. He then crawled underneath, checking the frame.
Martha sighed. "Stupid cat."
"Now Martha," Jonathan smiled, "I'm sure that cat's very grateful that you have such quick reflexes."
"I'm just grateful Clark was with us. I hope nothing's bent. I hit that ditch pretty hard."
Clark slid out from underneath the truck, brushing dust from his back. "Everything looks okay, just a little scratched up. You guys okay?"
Both parents nodded and began checking the produce in the trucks cab. "I think we lost a pumpkin or two."
"As long as the majority of it's okay," Martha said, "we can finish these last few and just make short runs tomorrow. All right?"
The Kent men nodded and filed into the truck. With a sigh and a silent prayer that she didn't run into anymore accident causing cats, Martha threw the truck into drive.
Five miles, three delivers and an almost close encounter with a cow later, Jonathan was now behind the wheel. "So we just have the delivery to Lex," Clark frowned slightly at his father's inflection on Lex's name, "and that's it for today."
Clark was about to start the same 'Lex-isn't-like-his-father-you-should-give-him-a-chance' speech, something on the road caught his eye. "Hey dad. Pull over."
Jonathan looked to where Clark was pointing. A moving van was pulled to the shoulder of the road. It looked like someone was struggling with a flat tire. He pulled up behind the van and put on his blinkers. "Just be careful, son."
Clark smiled. "I know." That wasn't a 'Be careful that you don't hurt yourself'. That was 'Be careful no one sees you do anything you shouldn't be able to do'. Clark opened the door as Jonathan helped Martha out the drivers side. "Hello?"
A figure raised itself from the ground. Grease covered hands brushed back a lock of shoulder length black hair from it's face revealing a set of piercing green eyes and full red-purple lips that then smiled. "I don't suppose," the confident female voice said, "that I'm not only lucky enough to meet some of the pillars of the Smallville community, but also pillars that happen to have an unbent car jack as well?" She laughed at her own embellished speech as the Kent's began to smile.
Jonathan pulled a car jack from behind the drivers seat of the truck. "You are that lucky."
"Wonderful!"
"I'm Jonathan Kent. This is my wife, Martha and our son Clark."
The woman began to extend her hand, then remembered the grease. "Morgan Zahn. Forgive me, I'm usually not covered head to toe in grease."
Head to toe was just about right. Her dark green shirt was covered in grease smudges and her blue jeans has two distinct handprints at the knees.
Jonathan knelt down in front of the flat tire. "Still have far to go?"
"Um," Morgan leaned in the drivers seat and pulled out a small map, "only about another two miles."
Martha perked up. "You're going to the old Brookfield place?"
Morgan nodded. "Just bought it about a week ago. I was hired as an art teacher at Smallville Middle School. I'm going to be starting right after Christmas break. I wanted to get up here and make sure I have everything ready."
Martha smiled. "That's wonderful. We'll be neighbors. We live about a mile down the road from you."
Morgan laughed. "A mile apart and we're neighbors. That's gonna take some getting used to. I'm used to banging on the wall to get my neighbors attention, not using smoke signals."
Clark pumped up the jack. "Not a country girl, huh?"
"No. I'm actually moving from Washington DC. But I used to spend summers in Virginia so I'm not a total city slicker." She pulled the spare tire out of the back of the truck, smearing more grease on her hands and clothes. She looked down sullenly as she dropped the tire to the ground. "Yuck." She rolled the tire to Jonathan and leaned into the drivers seat to find a rag.
Suddenly another car came squealing around a nearby curve, throwing dust and debris into the air. Clark immediately recognized it as Lex's car. He pulled to a stop on the other side of the road and stepped out. He was dressed, as always, neatly and in black. "Hey Clark. Mr. and Mrs. Kent, always a pleasure."
Jonathan ignored him as he ripped the flat tire from the truck, but Martha smiled politely. "Lex, we'll be by your house with your delivery as soon as we're done here."
"Oh no need to make you go out of your way, Mrs. Kent. I'll just take them with me now."
Clark stood up. "They're back here."
Lex reached into the back of the cab. "I'd ask if you needed a hand, but I doubt your father'd accept."
"It's not ours. We just stopped to help this lady out."
"The good Samaritan strikes again." Lex looked at Clark. "What lady?"
"The one standing next to you," Morgan said. She smiled.
Lex looked up at the grease covered woman and flashed an insincere smile. "Ah." Morgan let her smile slide from her lips.
Clark hurried to break to silence. "This is Lex Luthor. Lex this is..."
"Morgan," she cut Clark off. "I'd offer to help but I might get grease on you."
"Thank you." He dismissed her. "Clark, I'll see you later." Lex carried the small crate of vegetables to his car. Clark stared after him. Lex threw the car into gear and sped off.
Morgan laughed as she went back to the Kent's side. "Well, I see age hasn't humbled him."
"You know him?" Jonathan tightened the last bolt on the tire.
"Well, no. I only met him once before when I was a child at a Halloween ball his parent's were throwing. We had... an interesting time."
Clark let out the jack. "What happened?"
"Ah, let's just say we had a bit of a disagreement that ended in a fist fight."
"Must have been one hell of a disagreement." Martha said.
"Well, you're all set here." Jonathan wiped his hands off.
"Thank you so much. I'd really like to have you over for dinner later in the week to really thank you. I'd invite you over now but I'm afraid all I could give you would be water and saltines."
"That would be wonderful. Hey, how about an escort to your new house?" Martha said.
"I'd appreciate it."
Martha and Clark headed for the truck, but Jonathan held back. "Confidentially, who won the fight?"
Morgan smiled. "I did."
Jonathan winked. "Good girl."
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