Title : Cop Story (working title)

Rating : PG – 13 now for some swearing

Disclaimer : not mine, no matter how much I delude myself.

Summary : AU, Clark Kent, after resigning from his position as the youngest investigative reporter in the history of Daily Planet joins police force, where he's paired up with the most eccentric cop in the predict …Lex Luthor.

Comments : yes, please. Feedback and constructive critisizm are always very welcome.

Author notes : This is going to take a while. I have most of this story planned out, but it gets worse, when I want to write. Be patient. And here Clark is not the biggest dork in the universe nor he is fashion blind. He is not stupid either. He's alien from a very advanced civilization! He must have high IQ. He's just oblivious, when it comes to his own person.

Warnings: some character death.This WAS NOT beta-read. If You get annoyed with mistakes, please volunteer for the job.

And I wrote it.

Lex went through his mornings on autopilot. He would get up, take a shower, depending on his mood burning hot or ice cold, like that particular day and then get dresses. He supposed he was a little over-dressed for a cop, but he could not really help it, that he liked his suits and expensive clothing.

Today it was black slacks and a dark purple sweater, v-necked. He wanted to go more casual. Getting his coat and car keys from where he left them the previous evening proved a small feat in it self, but, hell, he wasn't a detective for nothing.

He was in the elevator, when he stared wondering just how the hell had he left the keys to his favorite Porsche in the bowl full of apples. Sometimes the complexity of his own mind was unreachable in the morning. Well, it could have something to do with the fact, that he was drunk out of his ass yesterday when he came home. But maybe not. And he was going to keep telling himself that.

The ride was smooth thanks to low traffic, that did not happen in this city unless in the wee hours of the morning, like right now. Despite having to get up early, which wasn't really a problem since he was nearly insomniac anyway, going to the predict early had it's advantages. He could fill out the paperwork that just always seemed to be there, even when he did not have a serious case running or new evidence or any of those annoying little reports to read, drink his coffee in peace (and get it at that café without the line) and just observe people. Besides he liked the roaring of 400 mechanic horses in the engine of his car and could only properly enjoy them while going to work that early.

Yes, being an early raiser certainly had it's advantages.

At least that's what he thought, when he parked his car in his favorite spot, empty at this hour. Now, there was only a short walk to the café for his morning double espresso and then the predict.

The bell chimed quietly when he walked in. A waitress by the stand was engrossed in conversation with some guy sitting on a stool on the other side, but she raised her head and greeted him with a nod and a smile. He was a frequent customer here, after all.

She smiled apologetically to the man and started with Lex's coffee. The guy on the stool waved her like it was nothing, only her duty.

Lex thought that guy was strange. Normal people would turn around to see the newcomer or at the very least the person to their right, who was paying for coffee and seemed to be known in the place. But he did not.

Lex shrugged. It was none of his business. After all not every human on earth was as naturally curious as he was.

Nodding his thanks to the waitress, he left the place and headed back to the predict. He passed Lois Lane on his way, nothing unusual in that as the Daily Planet was only three blocks away. The unusual part was her strolling quickly, barely noticing him, only so to give him a slight nod.

Lex noticed she wore sunglasses, even though the sun wasn't glaring to viciously yet. And that she was dresses in black from head to toe. And those weren't Lois Lane trade looks. He made a metal note to call her later, invite her for coffee maybe, and certainly do some digging to know what happened, whom exactly she was mourning.

He was still lost in thought as he entered the predict and found his desk. Setting his coffee Lex Luthor prepared for another day of hard work.

It wasn't like he needed the job. After all he was the heir to the Luthor fortune. After his father's death his mother sold the company for more money than he would ever be able to spend.

He filled some of the report waiting for him, nagging and pressing to be filled. He did, occasionally taking a sip of his, rapidly growing cold, coffee, tuning out the noises of the place.

"Hey, Lex, you've been here all morning, who's the pretty guy?" He looked up at Victoria Hardwick, his ex-girlfriend, looming over his desk with a raised eye-brow.

"Leave him, Hardwick, he doesn't even know what you're talking about." That was Fordman, her partner, not on the best terms with Lex himself.

"Luthor! Come here!" And that was chief. Apparently he was not going to have peace this morning.

He got up and made his way to the office in between the desks and policemen, stopping shortly to knock on the door. It was more to announce his presence than anything else, as no-one usually had time to just wait in front of the door and wait to be called. There was always something to do.

Chief Reynolds looked up from some papers he's been scanning. His office was quite comfy, at least for a predict. It had a personal touch, especially visible in a giant armchair Reynolds had and two other overstuffed armchairs in front of the desk.

"Have a seat, Lex."

Lex did as he was told and only then noticed another person in the room. Sitting quietly, unmoving in one of those chairs was a man. But not just a man, Lex noted as he did a double take on him.

This was the most fucking gorgeous man he had ever seen, to quote Vicky. He seemed tall, even sitting, which so close to the desk couldn't be comfortable with his long legs, with broad shoulders hidden under a dark grey jacket. With dark, tousled hair and high cheekbones, with those full mouth and golden skin he had to be the 'pretty' Victoria was talking about.

It was only when he sat down, that he turned to look at Lex.

And Lex promptly did, what was very unbecoming of a Luthor. He forgot how to breath. Behind a wire-framed pair of glasses the most striking pair of eyes quietly observed him. They seemed green, but he couldn't be sure, wide and almost innocent. And there was something there…something sad, hidden deep within them. Where no-one was supposed to look. Where he always looked.

"Lex, meet your knew partner, Clark Kent. Clark, this is Lex Luthor."

"Hi." Clark smiled and Lex's breath faltered again. And then the full force of just hat exactly Reynolds said hit him. A partner? Him? But the kid, no matter how gorgeous he seemed, was just that. A kid. How old could he be? Nineteen? Twenty? And he was in homicide?

"Hello." He nodded. Play it cool, Luthor, always play it cool.

"Lex, I want you to take care of everything. Show Clark around, get him to know our work system and all. His desk will be the one behind yours, under the stairs to the archives."

"Of course." He nodded again.

"You can both go now."

They stood up almost simultaneously and Lex was surprised to see, that the kid…Clark was good two inches taller than him.

This was going to be a strange partnership, he thought.

please review! Please, pretty please with sugar on top!

Tierry L.

ps. I hope you liked it.

ps2. I know it was short. i'll do better next time, i promise!