Title: The SV-Files
Author: PepperjackCandy
Rating: PG
Category: AU/Futurefic/Science Fiction/Action/Drama
Spoilers for: Heat
Disclaimer: I own nothing Smallville-related, or related in any other way to Clark Kent, Superman or any of the various creations of the wonderful folks at DC Comics. The X-Files was created by Chris Carter and belongs to 20th Century Fox and Ten Thirteen Productions.
Feedback: Always welcome, either by e-mail or using the review system at fanfiction.net.
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2008
Special Agent Alexander Luthor sharpened a pencil and cast it into the air, where it stuck, embedded in the ceiling. He was supposed to be in Wichita, tracking down some sort of bug boy instead of trying to make the Mandelbrot set in Ticonderoga No. 2 pencils in the ceiling of his office.
The right cheek of the butt-print part got an unexpected mole when a man clearing his throat threw off his aim. Great. My new... partner. Lex thought uncharitably.
"You look like you just swallowed a bug," the young man in the doorway said.
Lex looked up a long, slim body to a cherubic face that looked more like a Botticelli painting than an investigator for the Kansas Bureau of Investigation. Quelling his sudden attraction to his new partner, Lex stood. "Alexander Luthor. You're...," he glanced back at his desk for the piece of paper he'd written the kid's name on.
"Clark Kent," Clark held out his hand for Lex to shake.
Lex took his hand, then said, brusquely, "Pull up a chair, sit down, tell me a few things about yourself."
Once Clark was seated, he said, "I'm not sure where to begin."
"Age, education, work experience... ."
"Oh. Well, in that order, I'm 25, I just got my master's degree in forensic science from Metropolis University, and in place of a master's thesis, I broke the Baxter case."
Lex's eyebrows shot upwards, "That was you? I'm impressed. My father was... less impressed."
Clark's jaw dropped. "Lionel Luthor's your father? I didn't realize... ."
"Don't worry about it, Kent. My father and I haven't been on very good terms since I chose the glory of this," Lex gestured at the gloomy space that surrounded them, "over a corner office at LuthorCorp Tower."
"Yeah, but still, he's your father."
"Water under the bridge. Speaking of water," Lex reached under his desk, opened a mini-fridge he kept under there, and pulled out a blue bottle of imported water, "Want some?"
"Sure."
Lex passed the bottle to him and reached in again for one for himself.
"This stuff looks expensive."
The phone rang and Lex answered.
"Luthor."
He paused.
"We're on our way."
Lex hung up the phone. "It is expensive. It's the only luxury I have left from my days as a rich boy. Well, that and one other thing, which you'll be seeing on our way to the Northwest Shopping Center."
"What?" Clark asked as they left the office, leaving their bottles on the desk.
Lex grinned. "My Porsche."
Lex called their supervisor as he drove to get more information on the case.
"Why are we here?" Clark asked as they walked towards the crowd gathered outside the Rosenberg's department store.
Lex's eyes were trained on the crowd, trying to size up the situation as he answered, "a hostage situation."
"And they've called us in because..."
"The guy's running on drugs or adrenaline or something. They got a clear shot at him half an hour ago, and he's still going."
"After being shot?"
Lex finally saw where the action was, "Yep."
They flashed their badges to get close to the situation. On a ledge outside the second floor of the department store, a young man with a blood-spattered Rosenberg's name tag held a gun to the head of a man who looked to be around forty.
"That's Leonard Rosenberg. He owns the store." Lex said, indicating the older of the two, "The kid's a college student who works part-time."
Clark looked around and saw a beautiful woman with long, dark hair lurking on the periphery of the crowd. She looked furious.
"Rosenberg's is an unfair employer! Employees get paid less than half what they get paid over at FieldMouse!"
"I keep telling you," Rosenberg began.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear any more of your lies!" Matt shoved Rosenberg away and cocked the gun.
The entire crowd held their breaths for a long moment.
Then, just before sound started again, everything happened at once.
The SWAT team raised their guns.
Matt crumpled to the ground.
Clark saw the dark-haired woman start to walk away.
Clark ran at normal human speed to catch up with her. "Hold it right, there, miss," he said in his best TV-cop-show voice.
She kept running, so he grabbed her upper arm just as one of the policemen said, "Mrs. Rosenberg?"
The focus of the assembled law enforcement officers changed to where Clark held the woman as easily as he could have kept a housefly down by pinning its wing.
The woman's demeanor changed. She looked up at Clark through her eyelashes. "I'm just an innocent bystander, Officer... ."
"Special Agent. Special Agent Kent."
She stepped into his space, her lips parted slightly, "I'd heard that something happened to my husband, and I just, couldn't, stay at home," she sounded breathy, like Marilyn Monroe with asthma.
Clark felt slightly giddy, but the feeling soon passed. "That may be, ma'am, but I think you should come in to the Bureau's offices. Just to answer a few questions."
Mrs. Rosenberg looked flustered. "Whatever you say, Special Agent."
Clark was about to lead her back to Lex's car when one of the EMTs approached. "Mrs. Rosenberg? Is your first name Desiree?"
"Yes."
"He's asking for you."
"Leonard?"
"No, ma'am. Mr. Drescher."
Epilogue
Clark was hard at work reading the paper when Lex arrived the next morning. Lex once again noticed how attractive his new partner was.
First, he's your partner. Second, he's your partner. Third, he's your partner. He's probably straight, anyway.
"Good work yesterday," he greeted the younger man in a brusque, businesslike tone.
"Thanks."
"They've done some tests. Turns out there's something odd with her biochemistry. She seems to give off pheromones like most people shed dead skin cells."
Lex sat at his desk. "So, why don't you tell me. How did you avoid falling for her like Drescher and Rosenberg?"
Clark thought for a moment before answering, "Probably 'cause I'm gay."
Great.
Author: PepperjackCandy
Rating: PG
Category: AU/Futurefic/Science Fiction/Action/Drama
Spoilers for: Heat
Disclaimer: I own nothing Smallville-related, or related in any other way to Clark Kent, Superman or any of the various creations of the wonderful folks at DC Comics. The X-Files was created by Chris Carter and belongs to 20th Century Fox and Ten Thirteen Productions.
Feedback: Always welcome, either by e-mail or using the review system at fanfiction.net.
================
2008
Special Agent Alexander Luthor sharpened a pencil and cast it into the air, where it stuck, embedded in the ceiling. He was supposed to be in Wichita, tracking down some sort of bug boy instead of trying to make the Mandelbrot set in Ticonderoga No. 2 pencils in the ceiling of his office.
The right cheek of the butt-print part got an unexpected mole when a man clearing his throat threw off his aim. Great. My new... partner. Lex thought uncharitably.
"You look like you just swallowed a bug," the young man in the doorway said.
Lex looked up a long, slim body to a cherubic face that looked more like a Botticelli painting than an investigator for the Kansas Bureau of Investigation. Quelling his sudden attraction to his new partner, Lex stood. "Alexander Luthor. You're...," he glanced back at his desk for the piece of paper he'd written the kid's name on.
"Clark Kent," Clark held out his hand for Lex to shake.
Lex took his hand, then said, brusquely, "Pull up a chair, sit down, tell me a few things about yourself."
Once Clark was seated, he said, "I'm not sure where to begin."
"Age, education, work experience... ."
"Oh. Well, in that order, I'm 25, I just got my master's degree in forensic science from Metropolis University, and in place of a master's thesis, I broke the Baxter case."
Lex's eyebrows shot upwards, "That was you? I'm impressed. My father was... less impressed."
Clark's jaw dropped. "Lionel Luthor's your father? I didn't realize... ."
"Don't worry about it, Kent. My father and I haven't been on very good terms since I chose the glory of this," Lex gestured at the gloomy space that surrounded them, "over a corner office at LuthorCorp Tower."
"Yeah, but still, he's your father."
"Water under the bridge. Speaking of water," Lex reached under his desk, opened a mini-fridge he kept under there, and pulled out a blue bottle of imported water, "Want some?"
"Sure."
Lex passed the bottle to him and reached in again for one for himself.
"This stuff looks expensive."
The phone rang and Lex answered.
"Luthor."
He paused.
"We're on our way."
Lex hung up the phone. "It is expensive. It's the only luxury I have left from my days as a rich boy. Well, that and one other thing, which you'll be seeing on our way to the Northwest Shopping Center."
"What?" Clark asked as they left the office, leaving their bottles on the desk.
Lex grinned. "My Porsche."
Lex called their supervisor as he drove to get more information on the case.
"Why are we here?" Clark asked as they walked towards the crowd gathered outside the Rosenberg's department store.
Lex's eyes were trained on the crowd, trying to size up the situation as he answered, "a hostage situation."
"And they've called us in because..."
"The guy's running on drugs or adrenaline or something. They got a clear shot at him half an hour ago, and he's still going."
"After being shot?"
Lex finally saw where the action was, "Yep."
They flashed their badges to get close to the situation. On a ledge outside the second floor of the department store, a young man with a blood-spattered Rosenberg's name tag held a gun to the head of a man who looked to be around forty.
"That's Leonard Rosenberg. He owns the store." Lex said, indicating the older of the two, "The kid's a college student who works part-time."
Clark looked around and saw a beautiful woman with long, dark hair lurking on the periphery of the crowd. She looked furious.
"Rosenberg's is an unfair employer! Employees get paid less than half what they get paid over at FieldMouse!"
"I keep telling you," Rosenberg began.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear any more of your lies!" Matt shoved Rosenberg away and cocked the gun.
The entire crowd held their breaths for a long moment.
Then, just before sound started again, everything happened at once.
The SWAT team raised their guns.
Matt crumpled to the ground.
Clark saw the dark-haired woman start to walk away.
Clark ran at normal human speed to catch up with her. "Hold it right, there, miss," he said in his best TV-cop-show voice.
She kept running, so he grabbed her upper arm just as one of the policemen said, "Mrs. Rosenberg?"
The focus of the assembled law enforcement officers changed to where Clark held the woman as easily as he could have kept a housefly down by pinning its wing.
The woman's demeanor changed. She looked up at Clark through her eyelashes. "I'm just an innocent bystander, Officer... ."
"Special Agent. Special Agent Kent."
She stepped into his space, her lips parted slightly, "I'd heard that something happened to my husband, and I just, couldn't, stay at home," she sounded breathy, like Marilyn Monroe with asthma.
Clark felt slightly giddy, but the feeling soon passed. "That may be, ma'am, but I think you should come in to the Bureau's offices. Just to answer a few questions."
Mrs. Rosenberg looked flustered. "Whatever you say, Special Agent."
Clark was about to lead her back to Lex's car when one of the EMTs approached. "Mrs. Rosenberg? Is your first name Desiree?"
"Yes."
"He's asking for you."
"Leonard?"
"No, ma'am. Mr. Drescher."
Epilogue
Clark was hard at work reading the paper when Lex arrived the next morning. Lex once again noticed how attractive his new partner was.
First, he's your partner. Second, he's your partner. Third, he's your partner. He's probably straight, anyway.
"Good work yesterday," he greeted the younger man in a brusque, businesslike tone.
"Thanks."
"They've done some tests. Turns out there's something odd with her biochemistry. She seems to give off pheromones like most people shed dead skin cells."
Lex sat at his desk. "So, why don't you tell me. How did you avoid falling for her like Drescher and Rosenberg?"
Clark thought for a moment before answering, "Probably 'cause I'm gay."
Great.