Title: Anything Goes.
Disclaimer: Well.wish I could say they were mine.but I can't. Lisette Williams, however, does sorta belong to me.meh.
Feedback: Yes please : )
A/N: Okay, I'm going to be honest with you guys. This is really an ELA assignment that I had from school where you had to write an episode of a television show introducing a new character. And the only reason I'm posting it, is because my buddy Twilight (who I'm co-writing "Confusion Is Nothing New" with) kept bugging me to. And, I did write this a loooong time ago.arg, but I can't think of a specific eppy. It was around a time where I missed a few shows, so if something doesn't make sense, that would be why. Oh, and I divided this up into chapters so it would be easier to read, but nothing content wise has been changed. Enjoy!
She peered through the tinted limousine window, over the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Smugly she lifted the glasses so that they sat, perched atop her mass of raven locks. Her sapphire eyes flickered to the lavish mansion that lay before her. The vehicle made an abrupt stop in the massive driveway. She pertly crossed her long legs, waiting for the chauffeur to open her door. And as fast as she could think it, the young man raced around and tugged at the handle.
"Thank you James," she said, with a dazzling, but fake smile plastered on her face. She lazily stepped out of the limo, surveying the immense fountain that served as a centerpiece for the elaborate front lawn.
"Lisette, we've been waiting on your arrival," an elder man, dressed in a business suit, spoke to her with a tight-lipped expression. His tone carried a hidden amount of disgust behind it.
"Why Uncle Lionel, don't tell me that you're not pleased," her voice dripped with sweetness. She watched as his face drew taunt. Sensing his discomfort, Lisette leaned over and let her lips press firmly against his bearded cheek. "James," she called over her shoulder, "Do bring the luggage to the house." He nodded obediently and did what he was told.
"This way," Lionel motioned for her to follow him. As she walked up the stone steps her designer stiletto heels clicked beneath her feet. Her bitter uncle turned at the irritating sound and cast her a dirty look. "How do you walk in those infernal things?" he practically shouted. When worn by his attractive secretaries, Lionel found them particularly sexy, but not on his sixteen-year-old brat of a niece. One he hadn't seen since she was five and that he didn't appreciate his sister springing on him like this. Lisette merely shrugged at his comment and proceeded up the steps to the landing. Lionel threw back the enormous doors, revealing an extremely gorgeous parlor. Lisette let a low whistle escape from her lips.
To the left, a grand staircase extended upward leading into a long hallway with a cherry wood rail that seemed to watch over the front room; as if to preview wanted and unwanted guests entering the Luthor home. Lex enjoyed this bird's eye view that he was experiencing at the moment. He clasped his hands together as he bent his upper half over the banner.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The authoritative, but smooth voice floated through the air. Within moments of speaking, and receiving no answer, Lex descended down the stairs to look for himself. He was a distinguished looking young man, also dressed in a suit that Lisette guessed to be around the age of twenty, quite possibly older. And it wasn't that he was unsightly, in fact his cobalt eyes were stunning, but his bald head left something to be desired. "Dad," he acknowledged.
"Lex, this is Lisette. Kathleen's daughter." Lex loved, or perhaps hated was the more appropriate word, how his father explained as if he didn't know his own cousin. Or rather, know of. No one in the Luthor family really knew one another. They were just as starched as their suits.
"I'm well aware of who she is," he paused briefly to give a lopsided grin to Lisette, "my question is what is she doing here?"
"She's living here," he replied dryly as he began to walk out the door.
"Here?" Lex asked, stabbing the air with his finger. This was his home, a home that his father had given specifically to him when he had agreed to leave Metropolis and head Luthor Corp here in Smallville. Of course that was the tame way to look at the situation. In all actuality Lex was living here only because he had to, this was his punishment.
"There's a reason that she's not with her mother in Metropolis Lex. I would assume that you two have much in common." When it came to his son, Lionel was a man of few words, so with that he turned on his heels and exited the house.
Lisette smiled wickedly. So Mr. Lex Luthor had a mysterious past. She couldn't help but wonder what skeletons lurked around in his closet, but didn't dare ask. He seemed, like her, to crave the mystery that surrounded him and his family. And he probably, also like her, adored the attention as well.
"I'll show you to your room," Lex shoved his hands deep in his pockets, a habit that he had acquired over the years. Lisette trailed after him, fascinated. They walked down the corridor, when Lex opened a random door and gestured inside. "Will this accommodate your needs?" the sarcastic undertone almost controlled the sentence.
"Fully," she answered back. It was decorated in a deep rose color, with an intricately carved pine molding that ran across the entire room just below the ceiling. Against one wall was an unlit fireplace with the same design etched into the mantel. In the center was an extravagant four post bed, a canopy of lace draped loosely over the top. There was a large bay window that Lisette imagined opened up and lead to a balcony that gave a lovely view of the estate.
"It's equipped with your own bath," he pointed to a door that Lisette had assumed was a closet. "And I'll have someone bring up your belongings." Before she could even open her mouth, Lex had thundered down the stairs. She stood, rather stupidly, still on the threshold and didn't move until whomever it was that Lex had asked brought her, her things. Always the procrastinator, Lisette settled herself in an oversized easy chair that rested in a corner of the room.
DING! DONG!
The loud ring of the doorbell startled her. Lisette was not only one to procrastinate, she also was one to investigate. Her mother often told her "Curiosity killed the cat", but Lisette was certain that this was because cats were more prone to be curious about car engines or crossing the street. She tiptoed out of her room, as if she felt the need to be secretive. Quietly she kneeled before the banister and poked her head through the rails.
Lex raced to the door, and flung it open. Standing in front of him was a tall boy, about Lisette's age, with cerulean eyes that hid under fringed lashes and ebony hair that curled slightly at the tips giving it a tousled look.
"Clark, " Lex welcomed warmly. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
"Just in the neighborhood." Was his shy response.
"Clark," Lex said knowingly, "You live miles out.on a farm. You're never just in the neighborhood."
"I need a favor Lex," he stated uncomfortably, stepping into the foyer.
"And who might you be, handsome?" Lisette sauntered down the stairs pretending she had missed the beginning of the conversation. He looked at her with a leery expression and curious eyes, he wondered briefly if this young girl in the denim micro-mini was another one of Lex's conquests.
"Clark Kent," came the honest reply. She wouldn't have expected less from a farm boy.
"Already strutting around like you own the place," Lex sighed. "Clark this is my dear cousin Lisette Williams," he placed a great amount of emphasis on the word 'dear'. "I don't whether it's fortunate or not, but she will be staying with me for an extended period of time."
"Nice to meet you," he grinned genuinely. "Are you going to be attending Smallville High?" He asked momentarily forgetting about his own problems.
"Smallville High?" she echoed. "How creative." Lisette stopped when she caught a smirk from Lex. "Well, I'm not sure about that Clark.am I Cuz?"
"I would hope that you'd be furthering your studies while you're here," he grimaced in reference to the 'cuz' remark.
"Well, I'll deeply consider it, if all the students are as wonderful as you Clark," she said with a seductive wink to which he responded with a soft blush. Lex shook his head in amazement.
"Lisette, we were in the middle of something before you waltzed in here, do you mind?" Lex told her.
"Of course not. I'll leave you to chat," her voice changed into a darling tone that Lex was sure was only for Clark's benefit. Lisette may have been a Williams by name, but there was no denying that she was a Luthor by heart.
"What's on your mind Clark?" Lex's eyebrows knit together quizzically.
"Not what, who," he corrected with a sheepish smile.
"Ah, the elusive Lana Lang I presume?" They had now made their way into a sitting room adorned with two large leather chairs and what Clark identified as ancient artifacts. Lex stood beside an ornate table, pouring a brown liquid from a crystal decanter.
"Who else?" Clark answered with a question. Lex lifted an empty, finely cut glass as if to offer Clark a drink. The boy shook his head and continued to speak. "I know we're just friends.she's told me that enough, but I can't help feeling.that feeling."
"Love's funny that way Clark," Lex said with a certain amount of wisdom.
"What do you know about love Lex? I thought you didn't believe in all that junk," his eyes drew up question marks.
"I've never said that Clark," his voice became an inaudible whisper.
"What about Victoria? She parades around here in her little negligées ready to fulfill your every desire. And you've repeatedly told me that it had nothing to do with love."
"That I have Clark, because it's not." A pained expression crossed over his face. "Now you came here saying that you needed a favor. Do tell."
"You're changing the subject," Clark interjected. Lex let out a chuckle. Clark was a good kid looking out for his older friend like this. But these were issues that he would rather not divulge; moral Clark probably wouldn't understand the cat and mouse game that Victoria and he played.
"I appreciate your concern, but how about we get back to this favor that you so desperately need, hmm?" He sipped his drink and sat opposite Clark in one of the leather chairs. "It obviously involves that pretty neighbor of yours, Miss Lang."
"Well." he started, then grew timid. He licked his lips and took a deep breath. "I want you to arrange a sort of meeting between Lana and I."
"Is that all Clark?" Lex seemed perplexed.
"In a romantic setting.sans Whitney." Clark finished.
"That's amateur work," Lex said with a smile. "But I have to say, I never thought you had it in you."
"I think I'm just tired of waiting," Clark placed his head in hands and raked back his hair.
"See, and that's what I admired in you Clark. You didn't get tired of waiting before. In fact, didn't you say that waiting made the ending all the more sweet? Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Despite how the saying goes, nice guys don't always finish last Lex," Clark replied with a shrug.
"Even you have to admit that this is out of character." Lex tapped his fingers on his glass.
"So what if it is? I'm not asking for much, just a chance. And I think you can help with that," he supplied.
"Of course I can. Consider done," Lex patted him on the back.
"Thanks Lex," Clark breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up to see himself out then turned on his heel. "I just think that if she.if she has this chance too, then just maybe-" He broke off his sentence and Lex just nodded.
Disclaimer: Well.wish I could say they were mine.but I can't. Lisette Williams, however, does sorta belong to me.meh.
Feedback: Yes please : )
A/N: Okay, I'm going to be honest with you guys. This is really an ELA assignment that I had from school where you had to write an episode of a television show introducing a new character. And the only reason I'm posting it, is because my buddy Twilight (who I'm co-writing "Confusion Is Nothing New" with) kept bugging me to. And, I did write this a loooong time ago.arg, but I can't think of a specific eppy. It was around a time where I missed a few shows, so if something doesn't make sense, that would be why. Oh, and I divided this up into chapters so it would be easier to read, but nothing content wise has been changed. Enjoy!
She peered through the tinted limousine window, over the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Smugly she lifted the glasses so that they sat, perched atop her mass of raven locks. Her sapphire eyes flickered to the lavish mansion that lay before her. The vehicle made an abrupt stop in the massive driveway. She pertly crossed her long legs, waiting for the chauffeur to open her door. And as fast as she could think it, the young man raced around and tugged at the handle.
"Thank you James," she said, with a dazzling, but fake smile plastered on her face. She lazily stepped out of the limo, surveying the immense fountain that served as a centerpiece for the elaborate front lawn.
"Lisette, we've been waiting on your arrival," an elder man, dressed in a business suit, spoke to her with a tight-lipped expression. His tone carried a hidden amount of disgust behind it.
"Why Uncle Lionel, don't tell me that you're not pleased," her voice dripped with sweetness. She watched as his face drew taunt. Sensing his discomfort, Lisette leaned over and let her lips press firmly against his bearded cheek. "James," she called over her shoulder, "Do bring the luggage to the house." He nodded obediently and did what he was told.
"This way," Lionel motioned for her to follow him. As she walked up the stone steps her designer stiletto heels clicked beneath her feet. Her bitter uncle turned at the irritating sound and cast her a dirty look. "How do you walk in those infernal things?" he practically shouted. When worn by his attractive secretaries, Lionel found them particularly sexy, but not on his sixteen-year-old brat of a niece. One he hadn't seen since she was five and that he didn't appreciate his sister springing on him like this. Lisette merely shrugged at his comment and proceeded up the steps to the landing. Lionel threw back the enormous doors, revealing an extremely gorgeous parlor. Lisette let a low whistle escape from her lips.
To the left, a grand staircase extended upward leading into a long hallway with a cherry wood rail that seemed to watch over the front room; as if to preview wanted and unwanted guests entering the Luthor home. Lex enjoyed this bird's eye view that he was experiencing at the moment. He clasped his hands together as he bent his upper half over the banner.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The authoritative, but smooth voice floated through the air. Within moments of speaking, and receiving no answer, Lex descended down the stairs to look for himself. He was a distinguished looking young man, also dressed in a suit that Lisette guessed to be around the age of twenty, quite possibly older. And it wasn't that he was unsightly, in fact his cobalt eyes were stunning, but his bald head left something to be desired. "Dad," he acknowledged.
"Lex, this is Lisette. Kathleen's daughter." Lex loved, or perhaps hated was the more appropriate word, how his father explained as if he didn't know his own cousin. Or rather, know of. No one in the Luthor family really knew one another. They were just as starched as their suits.
"I'm well aware of who she is," he paused briefly to give a lopsided grin to Lisette, "my question is what is she doing here?"
"She's living here," he replied dryly as he began to walk out the door.
"Here?" Lex asked, stabbing the air with his finger. This was his home, a home that his father had given specifically to him when he had agreed to leave Metropolis and head Luthor Corp here in Smallville. Of course that was the tame way to look at the situation. In all actuality Lex was living here only because he had to, this was his punishment.
"There's a reason that she's not with her mother in Metropolis Lex. I would assume that you two have much in common." When it came to his son, Lionel was a man of few words, so with that he turned on his heels and exited the house.
Lisette smiled wickedly. So Mr. Lex Luthor had a mysterious past. She couldn't help but wonder what skeletons lurked around in his closet, but didn't dare ask. He seemed, like her, to crave the mystery that surrounded him and his family. And he probably, also like her, adored the attention as well.
"I'll show you to your room," Lex shoved his hands deep in his pockets, a habit that he had acquired over the years. Lisette trailed after him, fascinated. They walked down the corridor, when Lex opened a random door and gestured inside. "Will this accommodate your needs?" the sarcastic undertone almost controlled the sentence.
"Fully," she answered back. It was decorated in a deep rose color, with an intricately carved pine molding that ran across the entire room just below the ceiling. Against one wall was an unlit fireplace with the same design etched into the mantel. In the center was an extravagant four post bed, a canopy of lace draped loosely over the top. There was a large bay window that Lisette imagined opened up and lead to a balcony that gave a lovely view of the estate.
"It's equipped with your own bath," he pointed to a door that Lisette had assumed was a closet. "And I'll have someone bring up your belongings." Before she could even open her mouth, Lex had thundered down the stairs. She stood, rather stupidly, still on the threshold and didn't move until whomever it was that Lex had asked brought her, her things. Always the procrastinator, Lisette settled herself in an oversized easy chair that rested in a corner of the room.
DING! DONG!
The loud ring of the doorbell startled her. Lisette was not only one to procrastinate, she also was one to investigate. Her mother often told her "Curiosity killed the cat", but Lisette was certain that this was because cats were more prone to be curious about car engines or crossing the street. She tiptoed out of her room, as if she felt the need to be secretive. Quietly she kneeled before the banister and poked her head through the rails.
Lex raced to the door, and flung it open. Standing in front of him was a tall boy, about Lisette's age, with cerulean eyes that hid under fringed lashes and ebony hair that curled slightly at the tips giving it a tousled look.
"Clark, " Lex welcomed warmly. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
"Just in the neighborhood." Was his shy response.
"Clark," Lex said knowingly, "You live miles out.on a farm. You're never just in the neighborhood."
"I need a favor Lex," he stated uncomfortably, stepping into the foyer.
"And who might you be, handsome?" Lisette sauntered down the stairs pretending she had missed the beginning of the conversation. He looked at her with a leery expression and curious eyes, he wondered briefly if this young girl in the denim micro-mini was another one of Lex's conquests.
"Clark Kent," came the honest reply. She wouldn't have expected less from a farm boy.
"Already strutting around like you own the place," Lex sighed. "Clark this is my dear cousin Lisette Williams," he placed a great amount of emphasis on the word 'dear'. "I don't whether it's fortunate or not, but she will be staying with me for an extended period of time."
"Nice to meet you," he grinned genuinely. "Are you going to be attending Smallville High?" He asked momentarily forgetting about his own problems.
"Smallville High?" she echoed. "How creative." Lisette stopped when she caught a smirk from Lex. "Well, I'm not sure about that Clark.am I Cuz?"
"I would hope that you'd be furthering your studies while you're here," he grimaced in reference to the 'cuz' remark.
"Well, I'll deeply consider it, if all the students are as wonderful as you Clark," she said with a seductive wink to which he responded with a soft blush. Lex shook his head in amazement.
"Lisette, we were in the middle of something before you waltzed in here, do you mind?" Lex told her.
"Of course not. I'll leave you to chat," her voice changed into a darling tone that Lex was sure was only for Clark's benefit. Lisette may have been a Williams by name, but there was no denying that she was a Luthor by heart.
"What's on your mind Clark?" Lex's eyebrows knit together quizzically.
"Not what, who," he corrected with a sheepish smile.
"Ah, the elusive Lana Lang I presume?" They had now made their way into a sitting room adorned with two large leather chairs and what Clark identified as ancient artifacts. Lex stood beside an ornate table, pouring a brown liquid from a crystal decanter.
"Who else?" Clark answered with a question. Lex lifted an empty, finely cut glass as if to offer Clark a drink. The boy shook his head and continued to speak. "I know we're just friends.she's told me that enough, but I can't help feeling.that feeling."
"Love's funny that way Clark," Lex said with a certain amount of wisdom.
"What do you know about love Lex? I thought you didn't believe in all that junk," his eyes drew up question marks.
"I've never said that Clark," his voice became an inaudible whisper.
"What about Victoria? She parades around here in her little negligées ready to fulfill your every desire. And you've repeatedly told me that it had nothing to do with love."
"That I have Clark, because it's not." A pained expression crossed over his face. "Now you came here saying that you needed a favor. Do tell."
"You're changing the subject," Clark interjected. Lex let out a chuckle. Clark was a good kid looking out for his older friend like this. But these were issues that he would rather not divulge; moral Clark probably wouldn't understand the cat and mouse game that Victoria and he played.
"I appreciate your concern, but how about we get back to this favor that you so desperately need, hmm?" He sipped his drink and sat opposite Clark in one of the leather chairs. "It obviously involves that pretty neighbor of yours, Miss Lang."
"Well." he started, then grew timid. He licked his lips and took a deep breath. "I want you to arrange a sort of meeting between Lana and I."
"Is that all Clark?" Lex seemed perplexed.
"In a romantic setting.sans Whitney." Clark finished.
"That's amateur work," Lex said with a smile. "But I have to say, I never thought you had it in you."
"I think I'm just tired of waiting," Clark placed his head in hands and raked back his hair.
"See, and that's what I admired in you Clark. You didn't get tired of waiting before. In fact, didn't you say that waiting made the ending all the more sweet? Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Despite how the saying goes, nice guys don't always finish last Lex," Clark replied with a shrug.
"Even you have to admit that this is out of character." Lex tapped his fingers on his glass.
"So what if it is? I'm not asking for much, just a chance. And I think you can help with that," he supplied.
"Of course I can. Consider done," Lex patted him on the back.
"Thanks Lex," Clark breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up to see himself out then turned on his heel. "I just think that if she.if she has this chance too, then just maybe-" He broke off his sentence and Lex just nodded.