Smallville Time: Current Season

The Place: Metropolis

Warning: This is a Slash story. This story has some OOC elements, and if you've ever watched 7th Heaven and Smallville, you will catch onto them immediately. This story is Rated M.

The Hand at Midnight

Summary:

Simon and his father move to Metropolis and Oliver meets Simon on a school field trip. When the two are attacked by a Kandorian assassin with all the powers of 'The Blur' Simon's special ability is revealed and a Checkmate agent witnesses this. When Amanda Waller finds out about Simon Camden and what he can do she sends out a recruitment team to fetch the boy, but, Simon is also wanted by an ancient order that resides in Metropolis and they will stop at nothing to have him also. Can Oliver and Clark keep Simon safe?

Chapter One

Morning

Simon sat at the small square kitchen table. It was used, with scratches and marks in its wooden body, mostly around the base of the legs, but a few deep groves were dug into the table's surface. Simon took a sip of his orange juice and then stood up and moved over to the kitchen window and looked out. There apartment was 14 stories up making what was on the street smaller. There was traffic, people, and lots of noise.

Why did we have to come here of all places? I wanted to stay in Glen Oaks where my friends are...Simon thought to himself.

Simon thought about how his best friends' older brother, Mike, would pick the two up and drive all three of them over to Star City on Saturday where all the action was. Sometimes they would spend the night with Mike at his apartment. There were malls, game stores, and parties after dark. That's where all the fun was. Simon's heart sank.

Now I live in a huge city where all the action is, and no friends to share it with. I'd rather be back home…but it's gone now…

Eric walked into the kitchen and got a glass out of the cabinet. Simon didn't notice and kept staring out the window. A yellow school bus went down the busy street and it reminded Simon that his dad needed to sign his field trip form. His eyes followed the bus for a second and then he saw a man standing near a hotel awning staring up like he was looking at the same building Simon was in. He was wearing a brown suite and then reached into his jacket for something. It was small and compact. The man held it up to his ear.

A cell phone. So what's so special about this building? Simon asked himself.

"Morning Simon." His dad said flatly as he opened the fridge door and poured himself a glass of milk.

Simon turned to face his dad. "Hey." He said softly. Simon watched his dad, whose graying hair was longer than usual and there were dark rings under his eyes.

"Doesn't look like you got much sleep again," Simon said.

Eric took a drink of his milk and then sat it down on the counter. "I got a few hours..." He said closing his eyes.

"I wish you would get a few more." Simon added.

"Simon, don't start with me." Eric said taking another drink.

"Dad-"

"I said, don't start." Eric glared at his son.

Simon stepped over to the wooden table and reached into his backpack and pulled out a paper. He held it over to his dad without saying anything.

"What's that?" Eric asked looking at it.

"Our class is going on a field trip today."

"Where?"

"LexCorp Plaza. We are going to take a tour of the building."

Eric took the paper and read over it. "Maybe you can go work there too, bills don't pay themselves."

Simon shifted; his dad knew that Simon hated hearing about getting a job.

"It's not like I haven't been trying, dad." Simon said as he crossed his arms.

Eric finished signing the paper and handed it back to Simon, "Try harder."

"No one wants to hire me!" Simon yelled uncrossing his arms.

"I'm sure someone has a job for you somewhere. Your fourteen now for God's sake, food isn't cheap, Simon, especially they way you eat. Do you think I just have money falling out my pockets to pay for your constant need for food?"

"Maybe if I had an actual meal to eat instead of a bologna sandwich and some chips every night I might stay full longer."

"Well your mother isn't here to cook for you anymore Simon, if you want a meal then eat that one of those pot pies in the freezer!" Eric yelled.

Simon went to his backpack and thrust the permission paper into it. His hands were shaking as he zipped it up and his eye sight blurred as they filled with water. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and stood there for a second with his back to his father.

"Simon…" Eric started.

"I wish mom was here." Simon whispered as tears fell from his eyes and ran down his cheeks.

"Well she isn't, and nothing is going to bring her back." Eric said coldly, regretting his words immediately.

Simon gave Eric a hurtful look and walked out slamming the door behind him.

Eric sighed and then threw the glass of milk against the refrigerator. Glass and milk splashed everywhere.

"Shit. "

Eric went into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror for a long time. He looked at the deep lines cutting into his face. Ashen gray rings circled his eyes. His beard was becoming fuller and fuller with each passing day. He was no longer the clean cut pastor of Glen Oak Community Church. That seemed like ages ago to him now. What have I become?

Eric finished getting ready for work and scribbled a note saying to wipe down the fridge along with 'sweep and mop the kitchen floor.'

Eric placed the note on the kitchen table and then left to his new job.