Title: The King's Gambit
Author: Hélio Rei
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Smallville/Heroes/Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles Crossover
Spoilers: Smallville, Heroes, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles etc.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: The Biggest Crossover yet I'm doing.
Author's Notes: This is based on the seven seasons of the tv series "Smallville", the two seasons of tv series "Heroes" and the first season of Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles. However, I'm pleading for your suspension of belief in some aspects of this fanfic because it's very hard to combine the three universes.
Prologue 1:
He woke up in an empty room, only with the bed where he was lay down: the white walls surrounded him.
The last thing he remembered was being in the car shop where he was fixing an engine and then he had a rendez-vous with his finest but deadliest creation: The Brain Interactive Construct.
He was known to the world as Dexter but only he, Kal-El and the Brain Interactive Construct knew his true identity: Dax-Ur.
He was on earth for the past hundred years, studying the minerals but soon he realized the biggest mystery was within the Kryptonian body, gaining powers beyond his wildest dreams. Nevertheless, after some time, he realized that didn't matter anything: he fell in love and to choose a normal life, a mortal life, he wore a blue kryptonite bracelet.
It was the same bracelet he had on his arm once again as he felt the dizziness faded away: he got up and walked, looking for an exit.
"Hello?..." – He shouted as he kept looking for an exit but it was no where to be found. – "There must be some way out of here." – He kept eyeing the entire room but apparently there was no way of getting out of there.
However, out of nowhere, a portion of the wall opened and three men came inside. Two of them brought a table while the third man brought two chairs: He put one chair in front of Dax while he took the other chair and sat, next to the table.
"Please Dexter, have a seat." – The man waved at Dax to sit.
Reluctantly Dax sat, looking at the man suspiciously: The sinister figure didn't help – "Where am I? Who are you?"
"If you insist: Firstly, you're in a holding cell just outside L.A, California…"
As Dax heard the man's words, he interrupted him, wondering why he was in such place. - "A holding cell? But I haven't done anything wrong."
Indifferent to Dax's protests, the man continued. - "Secondly my name doesn't matter."
"I want to get out of here. I haven't done anything wrong." – Dax protested but looking at the man, he understood his protests meant nothing.
"No you haven't but you are far too precious to let you walk away Mr. Dexter or you should I call you Dax-Ur? A prominent citizen who comes from…" – The man looked at the file for a moment. - "…Krypton, am I right?"
Dax-Ur got up and stepped back, slightly apprehensive. – "I don't know what you're talking about." – He stated defensibly. – "Who are you?"
"I represent someone who's interested in your work, especially on the following subject: Artificial Intelligence."
For a few moments he thought about the possibilities from which he could there for: he looked at the bracelet, containing the blue kryptonite and he wondered about removing the bracelet and getting out of there by brute force but the man guessed his thoughts.
"The blue kryptonite makes you like any other human but once you remove it, you will be again a god among men but like I said you are too precious to be wasted."
Suddenly Dax felt a sudden pain which struck him; every part of his being was being subdued to the intense pain. – "You see, I've implanted a small capsule in your body: inside, there's kryptonite, green kryptonite." – The man showed Dax a small remote control. – "See this? It allows me to control the capsule inside your body. Each time I activate it, it sends a small and yet crucial pulse. Not only it does that but it also has a track device which shows me where you are. Besides this, I have your family in case of any of these measures fail. This means I have all my bases covered."
The man back off and the excruciating pain Dax, was feeling was slowly fading away. After a few moments, the pain was gone and Dax was able to get up. - "What do you want from me?"
"It's simple: Rebuild the Brain Interactive Construct."
"You're insane. You have no idea of you're asking." – Dax replied promptly.
The man smiled. With another remote control, the same portion of the wall which opened earlier, was again opened. The same two men brought a computer, a portable computer. - "We've acquired a prototype which his creator called it the Turk. It's not much but obviously with your knowledge, you can improve this model. You'll begin immediately."
"You're insane."
The man smiled again. – "Said the joker to the thief."
To be continued…