The Farmer's Daughter

Disclaimer: Smallville, Superman, Supergirl all belong to someone else. I just came up with the storyline and additional characters in this shindig.

Inspiration: Too many to name.

Pairing: Allie/Lex soon enough, plus I plan to throw in a little competition for our Lex Luthor.

Storyline: Takes place during the Pilot of Smallville. Same characters, same scenario. Only I've changed Clark Kent into Allie Kent! Yay )

A/N: It may seem a little boring at first but only because I was struggling on how to fit the plot I've concocted in. But I promise it will get more interesting..

Chapter One Job Done Right

A refreshing, cool morning breeze carried through the sun bathed open window and made the textbook laying open on Allie Kent's desk skip a few pages ahead from it's original opening, but as it continued to travel further into the room it failed to wake the girl buried beneath her comforter, pillow less, from her sleep.

The sun outside was already high and conquering all in it's presence and still Allie Kent continued to sleep. Far too happy with the dream she has been blessed with tonight that she intended to live it through to the end. Pushing for a Happy Ending she was interrupted by the sound of her bedside clock radio switching routinely on at 5:30am and blasting pop music that should never be played this early in the morning into her ear.

The alarm clock's feat was unpleasant and she made that apparent through the groaning plea for more sleep that called her mother to the bedroom door instead to say. "Breakfast will be ready soon, Allie - Your father could use a hand outside."

Hot water fell from the showerhead above to wash away previous day's impurities and help Allie ease her way into today's role with a little more grace than she had shown before. Which was hardly any, Allie hated mornings and would hate it even more today considering it was a Monday - the worst day of the week and never mind the radio DJ telling her "We're looking at a beautiful Monday, folks. I'm talking cloudless skies keeping us at 70 degrees all throughout the afternoon and hopefully into the evening.-"

"Hoo-raw." Allie muttered sarcastically through the shower curtain. Her eyes were still very much closed, refusing to be deprived of sleep. She blindly reached above for the shampoo on the shower rack, accidentally knocking a pink lady Schick from it's place and felt it fall, bumping her shoulder before it fell to the ground broken. Now being none other than Allie Kent, she felt her shoulder for damage from the small razor and wasn't at all surprised to feel it had not fazed her.

Nothing did. Nothing ever did.

Not wanting to jinx herself for admitting so, she knelt carefully on the slippery surface of the bathtub floor and picked up the broken disposable. Examining it further she noticed it's head had popped completely off. It was an odd occurrence, but Allie was used to them now.

She made sure to replace it with a new one from the medicine cabinet before leaving the bathroom.

A cloud of steam from the hot shower followed her back out into the bedroom, only surviving a moment more as another stream of morning breeze from an open window chased it away. Allie tied a large white bath towel around herself as she carried out her morning routine around the bedroom. Plucking a fitted blue and white faded flannel shirt from the closet, she tossed it onto the bed before heading over to the dresser at the far end of the room for a pair of jeans to complete the typical Allie Kent ensemble.

Her father was a farmer and her mother a homemaker, Allie Kent's closet wasn't exactly home to all of today's 'fashion forwards'. But as she spared no time slipping on the flannel and flipping her hair out of the collar, you could tell that the apparent second-hand wardrobe didn't bother her.

Allie Kent wasn't your typical blonde haired, blue eyed, All-American teen. Her hair was a mixture of rust and brown sugar, and her eyes were more like two deep bowls of warm honey. She was bright eyed with a petite heart shaped pucker stretched across her constant smiling lips, and was known broadly for living in the moment. Allie never took anything too seriously, she wouldn't allow herself to. Life was too short, and she had more than her share of loss. But you wouldn't be able to guess that as her upbeat smile and bubbly personality were always present.

"You're too pretty to be frowning all the time." she recalled someone telling her as a small child.

She couldn't remember who had said it, but Allie did remember the fact that she did not mind at all that this mysterious boy had called her pretty. It had encouraged her so much that she couldn't even remember why she was so upset in the first place. But she had her guesses.

Allie was adopted by Jonathon and Martha Kent when she was 5 yrs old.

They never did keep this from her, and Allie was glad they had chosen to be so open with her from the start. Especially after hearing or reading stories of children who were given the news after a period of time or were mistakenly told the truth under accidental circumstances. They ended up running away from home, broken, shaken, their whole lives completely turned upside down by the frightening truth. Allie could never imagine what they were going through and could only guess it would be like having Jonathon and Martha coming clean that they were in fact her real parents. That, of course, would be a stupid analogy. Proving Allie had only a vague idea of what goes on in your typical adopted child's mind and that she wasn't your typical orphan.

Allie heard faint sighs of frustration as she left the house to go help her father later that morning. With a solid hour and a half until her first class she decided to get as much done around the farm as she could in that what would seem to be short amount of time, but for a girl who could win the blue ribbon in a foot race with a cheetah.. Allie could have slept in until 8am if she really wanted to - with still more than enough time to do chores, see her parents, and get in a good morning meal.

Allie found Jonathon Kent in the barn, his lined forehead already dripping wet from manual labor and already in need of another shower. He wiped his brow as he noticed the girl enter the barn from the front entrance, their two-story, pleasantly yellow house could be seen in the background. If you looked closely you could spot Martha through the small kitchen window above the sink, filling a coffee pot from a running faucet, apparently in the middle of preparing breakfast.

"I was expecting you sooner." Jonathon said, wiping his hands with an old, well worn, red bandana and despite his disappointed criticism, he smiled at his daughter approaching.

"Sooner than 6am?" Allie asked with a corresponding grin. She carried herself with a natural glow that could only be obtained after growing up in this natural of an environment. The air was fresh and crisp, but if you actually concentrated on the actual scent the wind carried you could smell whatever delicious dish Martha Kent was working on in the kitchen. The only time the windows were ever closed in the Kent home was if there was a storm on the horizon or if someone was hauling horse manure from or to the farm. It had always been very organic around home in Allie's opinion, but not once had they been compared to pot smoking hippies or caught wearing tie-dye. Frankly, cause her father was very old fashion and tie-dye was just god awful.

Old fashioned Jonathon Kent was banned from the barn - Allie had sent him back into the house for breakfast, and with more time on her hands than she need Allie replaced the broken timing belts on their small tractor that hassled Jonathon before, fed the livestock, hauled their purchased hay bales out of the truck bed and stacked them neatly in the south end of the barn just in time to sit down eat a stack of her mother's complimented blueberry pancakes.

The sound of a bus honking it's horn carried through the open windows of the kitchen and Allie rose from the table to head off to school.

"I better go." she said, wiping her mouth with a paper towel and turning to search for her book bag.

"When I picked up last night I put your school bag and books in your bedroom." Martha told her, still working on a pancake in the griddle as she watched her daughter search for her things in the stack of coats on a lounging chair near the front door.

"Right." Allie said, the relief apparent in her expression as she remembered seeing her homework in her bedroom earlier that morning.

A strong gust of wind swept everything in the kitchen making it move at least two inches from it's original place as Allie sped from the room and hurried up to her bedroom to fetch her things. She wasted no time closing her school books and tucking them away in her school bag, the bus outside honked again. Drats! She raced back downstairs to kiss both of her parents on the cheek before muttering "See you after practice - Bye!"

Her words were hardly audible over her quick actions but her parents had endured this every morning and were quick to bid her farewell despite her two second departure.

Because Allie Kent lived so far out of town she was one of the few people who were picked up first in the mornings and were welcome to an almost empty bus to choose any seat they liked. Today she choose one on the right and at the very end of the bus, she'd save the one on the left for Pete and the share her own with Chloe - when the bus got further into town to pick up her friends who were fortunate enough to live in the Smallville hot zone. In town was where everything happened and you were less likely to die of boredom. It didn't matter that Allie had plenty of chores and farm obligations to keep her busy, there wasn't a movie theatre in her backyard or a cool coffee shop to just hang out at. There was her loft in the barn that was given to her by her parents - under the condition that she fixed the stairs and kept it clean herself - but no one wanted to hang out in the loft. There was no slushee machine or rack of magazines to read through while the gas station clerk, who lost an eye contact, would rather search frantically for her lost color acuvue then tend to the long line in front of her rolling their eyes and already tearing into their items to-be purchased.

And though "Smallville" was a dead-on term for her estimated 45,000 resident town, there was more to it than agriculture and red neck mud runs. There was the local ice rink that the male hockey team and female figure skaters fought over - Allie was SCC or Special Commander in Charge whenever they brawled over that dispute. And then there was the town meetings, a publicized gathering that exposed the strong community that reigned supreme in a town with little and sometimes no crime. Allie did play a small part in keeping the citizens of her town safe, but no one - not even her trusted Martha and Jonathon Kent had knowledge of her secret heroin role in dead of the night. Having a very trusting and open relationship with her parents that required her to willingly share her feelings and thoughts on whatever bothered or worried her was beginning to make her look a little too much like the poster child for "the perfect daughter" and god knew that was not what she wanted, especially when she reminded herself that no matter how many old grannies she helped across the road to the supermarket that she would never really have that kindred link with her parents that they had with their own mothers and fathers. Allie would always remain an aching mystery to the Kents as well as to herself. She was not really Martha's, but she appreciated the sentiment all the same.

After the bus driver had picked up the few remaining out-of-town children on the outskirts of Smallville, the bus carried the students hastily into Smallville to pick up the rest of the kids on his route. One in particular was Pete Ross, one of the two people Allie Kent was constantly seen with. Pete wasn't Allie's best friend but she loved him anyway. Pete Ross has been an important part of her life since early childhood, they had been chummy since the sandbox - as Jonathon Kent had reminded her.

"What's with the bad girl motif?" Pete asked with the kidding gesture as he hauled his schoolbag to the back of the bus to join Allie in her loneliness, taking the back seat to the left that she had saved for him.

"What do you mean?" she asked with honest oblivion, her eyebrows falling into a clueless arrangement as she watched Pete set his bag aside to turn into the aisle and answer Allie.

"Well, you aren't really a 'back of the bus' kinda gal." Pete poked with a silly accent.

Allie nodded, pursing her lips as she pondered his ridicule. "You know, I did notice Shannen Doherty staring back at me in the bathroom mirror this morning.. I knew something was fishy. Drats, I knew I should have called in sick today."

Pete smirked, shaking his head. "You are two kinds of crazy."

Allie smiled, turning in her seat to acknowledge the comment. "Oh, please. No compliments necessary from Mr. Drowns-In-His-Football-Helmet. How is practice going, by the way? That helmet cough up your bedazzled scrunchie yet? Chloe and I have been worrying.."

"You would know." Pete pointed out sourly. "If you two had made cheerleading squad. The football team caught that overthrow you pulled on Stephanie last week, by the way."

Allie winced, sorry she had heard that. Apparently there was a little incident at the cheer trials where she forgot momentarily just how strong she was. The girl named Stephanie who was captain of the squad ,and not to mention Smallville High's sweetheart, had fallen from the pyramid due to Allie's strong use of her abilities that afternoon to prove just how useful she could be to the team and nearly landed the girl in the hospital with a broken leg - the girl only twisted her ankle but Allie knew that small clash with the head cheerleader would provide her hell to live through at school today.

"I never tried out for the cheerleading squad." Chloe butted in defensively.

"Ello Love." Allie greeted cheekily, scooting aside and towards the window to provide a seat for Chloe who had boarded the bus without their knowledge.

"Then why were you there?" Pete asked Chloe, pulling his feet out of the aisle so she could take her seat next to Allie.

"Two-Kinds-Of-Crazy made me go." she explained, pulling her shoulder bag from her arm and setting it in her lap to enjoy the rest of the ride to school.

"Hey, I joined the school paper with you. It was only fair that you repay the favor by innocently tagging along with me so I wouldn't be the only person there capable of rational thought."

"They made me wear a uniform." Chloe added bitterly.

"Come on, you totally owned that skirt."

"I wasn't even trying out for the squad!" Chloe exclaimed.

"But aren't you glad they didn't make you wear the mascot uniform instead?"

Lex Luthor's silver Porsche sped up on a school bus on his way into town, the unsightly yellow contraption caught his eye as he excelled and pulled into the opposite lane to pull an effective oust. His car outrivaled the slow annoyance, hands down, and he shed no mercy as he began to pass the damned thing. As he pulled this maneuver something else on the bus caught his attention, or rather someone. His impatient actions attracted the attention of one of the students in the far back. She was seated next to her blonde friend with a pixie cut and a colored boy in the seat across. And despite the lively conversation they carried the girl nearest the window with a deep chocolate gaze and hair that caught the sun setting it on fire with color choose to watch Lex instead. She was a pretty little thing, heart-shaped face, doughy eyes and all. And was that a smile?

She couldn't have been older than 17 and to Lex she apprehended a haunting mixture of innocence and familiarity that would bother him throughout the rest of today. He returned the smile, his thin mouth almost forgetting how to smile as his lips remained closed and he continued to pass the bus, blazing into Smallville alone.

The school week flew by faster than even Allie Kent could acquire. Which was fast, considering Allie could our run a speeding bullet. The days went by quick and Allie realized it wasn't just that but her entire life had been painfully routine. Her whole day consisted of chores, school, figure skating practice, and then home by 6pm to sit down and eat with the Kents. And after that wasn't all party poppers and flying streamers, after dinner Allie would retire up to her loft to finish up homework she didn't complete on the late bus home from practice. It was more like painfully dull.

Allie did occasionally sweep the streets of Smallville after hours to make sure everything was as lifeless as they were back at home, but tonight - Friday night - everything was surprisingly secure. It did make her a little happy to see everyone was just as bored as her, but what kept her from being completely content with her situation was the fact that everyone else had the opportunity to be bored elsewhere.

She was stuck here, at Kent Farm. It wasn't like her parents forbid her to leave, however, they did constantly warn her of the dangers of what would happen out there, in the real world.

Jonathon and Martha were especially edgy recently when it came to protecting their daughter. They had made a mistake last week when they gave in to Allie's pleas for more freedom and signed her permission slip to try out for the cheerleading squad, under the impression the girl with abilities out of this universe would remain harmless standing with pompoms on the sidelines of football games - the pyramid incident didn't even occur to them. But that was a disastrous turn out they agreed to more than avoid in the future much to Allie's disappointment..

"Up for a movie?" Pete asked, climbing the steps of loft to join Allie in her fortress of brooding-hood. Chloe followed behind him but was the first to steal the seat next to Allie, they sat on the old brown couch that had a colorful patch quilt thrown over it to make the room more homey. The couch was on the edge of the loft sitting just before a stack of crates and boxes containing old belongings of the Kent's.

"Hey." Allie greeted weakly, her smile plastered and fake but she didn't want to spoil the apparent cheery mood her friends twined.

"Come on, get dressed." Chloe told her, waiting on the edge of her seat for Allie to join Pete and her for a movie and a night out on the town.

"My parents." Allie explained, knowing Chloe and Pete knew just how protective the Kent's were of their daughter.

Chloe waved her explanation away with her hand before adding. "We'll skip the vandalism and unprotected sex tonight, will your parents let you go then?"

Allie smirked, her arms folded. "How ever will we occupy ourselves then?"

Pete made a nervous choking cough sound that had made both Chloe and Allie laugh.

Not knowing how to register the funny noise Pete made, Allie rose from her seat and let her arms fall to her slender sides before shrugging and saying. "I'll run it by the parental staff, but I'm not promising anything."

"Fine, we'll except sacrificial cattle or rooster if you're denied a well deserved night out with friends."

"Good friends. Trusting friends." Pete finally chimed, approaching Chloe's left as she rose from the couch to watch Allie climb down the stairs to the barn below.

Allie smiled at them over her shoulder before descending out of sight.

The movie was a real snoozer and Allie was glad they had chosen to visit the concession stands during the trailers so she would have something to munch on instead of utter boredom during the entire dull feature. The three rode in silence as Pete drove them back to Kent farm. Allie gave her word to the parents that she would return straight home after the movie had ended and she was keeping her promise. The evening had been uneventful and all three friends wished they spent their hard earned allowances differently.

"What was all the big who-haw about the girl with the orange hair again?" Chloe asked absently as she sat in the passenger seat of Pete's tangerine Ford Focus, apparently bored to oblivion as she stared at the stocks of corn they drove past on their way out of Smallville to take Allie home.

"You mean the chick who played the blind girl in The Village?" Pete asked, his eyes on the road but his mind just as fatigued as Chloe's.

"I thought she was supposed to be a mermaid." Allie barged with a disappointed cross of her arms, she sat in the back seat staring angrily at the back of Chloe's seat before her.

"She was.. Right?" Pete said, taking a momentarily glance at Chloe for support. Apparently the movie had a different take on all three.

"Sort of." Chloe answered hesitatingly.

"Nah, she was like a sea-lady or something. I'm talking Princess Ariel, you know, Disney hot-"

"Disney hot?"

"Yes, Disney hot. You know, red hair, the pretty flipper, and the cute purple sea shells."

"Sea shells are cool." Pete agreed with a grin, returning his eyes to the road.

Chloe rolled her eyes and smiled.

Jonathon Kent opened his copy of the Sunday paper while Martha Kent prepared breakfast behind him. Busy stirring scrambled eggs around a skillet she didn't notice Allie come in from the kitchen entrance.

"Truck's loaded." Allie announced, a long mocha ribbed tank top hugged her torso, harmonizing with the relaxed dark jeans she wore. Allie was dressed casually and wore her hair down. It looked like she skipped on the hair products or styling instruments that morning as her long auburn locks hung in a series of loose curls down her shoulders. No hair ties or head bands, just a lazy part on the side of her head as she tucked noncompliant pieces of hair behind her ears and joined the Kents at the dinner table.

"Short order today." Her father piped from behind his paper.

"Goody." Allie smiled and started reaching across the table to fix herself a plate.

"You will still have to haul the leftovers over to the Harris's and don't forget Nell." Martha added, (Nell being Lana Lang's aunt) walking over to the table to provide another selection of eggs for the family.

Allie sighed softly, her smile chased away by the additional work load also being added to her plate that morning.

Allie's Sunday mornings consisted of vegetables and flowers. Not the most attractive of combinations but the profit the Kent's made out of selling their growth helped provide food, shelter, clothes, and gas to fill the tank of the washed out red truck Allie drove to distribute it all. Sometimes the product was high in demand and then there were days, like today, when they needed to find use for the remaining spares. And never ones to waste, the Kents sold their leftovers to Nell Potter's local flower shop and the Harris family grocery in town at a fair discount.

But first, the few original sales.

The red truck fishtailed in a gravel lane after Allie pulled off the main road and turned onto the entrance feed of Luthor Mansion.

She swore under her breath after barely getting back control of the vehicle. Even Allie Kent made mistakes, but her small driving flaw was forgotten as soon as she redirected her eyes to what lied ahead. The fresh road that stretched a mile or so ahead was so seemingly new it hadn't even had the opportunity to be properly paved yet, however, that wasn't what held her attention so extraordinarily. It was what weighed the rocky path down like a unnecessarily heavy 25lb paper weight to a single sheet of paper that amazed her. The mansion at the far end of the property was so gorgeous she wondered why on earth this castle from her childhood fairytale books was here Smallville - it looked so out of place. Smallville, Kansas was scattered with nothing but farm houses and paint peeling barns. Not castles. Allie wondered who lived here.

She pulled the truck up to a what appeared to be "security station" and leaned her slender frame across the long seat to roll down the passenger window and see if she even had the right address.

"Morning." The guard on duty called out to her, lifting the bill of his tagged 'Security' cap to get a better look at the girl, he reclined against the casing of the small building to say, "How can I help you?"

Allie smiled, "Morning - Look, I have a floral and produce delivery for Alexander Luthor at 115 Sayour Road." she read off her usual delivery clipboard, her expression making it apparent she wanted to scratch her head in perplexity.

"Yeah, you got it." The guard told her with a smile, finding her puzzled illustration amusing as he continued to smile and watch her reread her clipboard.

"No."

"Yeah."

"NO."

"…yeah."

Allie smiled and repeated again. "NO - this just can't be the right address."

"…I've just told you it was." The guard defended with a shrug.

"But.. Why?! I mean, look at it." she gestured towards her fairytale castle in the windshield.

Wanting to scratch his head now, the guard took her order and gave the mansion a glance.

"The owner of the infinity pool looks like he can afford to splurge on an apple or two from an industrial grocery, why is he bothering to order from us?" Allie questioned incredulously.

Before the security guard could get another word in the phone sitting neglected on the corner of his untidy desk rang abruptly to be noticed.

The guard left the trucks window to answer.

"Front gate security, Frank speaking."

"What seems to be the problem, Frank?" a cool, collected voice spoke.

"Problem? Ah…what problem, Mr. Luthor?" the guard asked with a worried note weighing him down.

"I can see you on the surveillance cameras." Allie heard Mr. Luthor point out obviously, she could almost hear him roll his eyes.

"Oh, right." Frank realized with a nervous chuckle, returning his visual to Allie, she simply waved and smiled. Relaxing in her seat as she waited on 'Frank' to allow her through the gate.

"No problem, sir, just a helping the girl with her delivery-"

"You can help her by letting her through so she can carry out her delivery." Mr. Luthor again pointed out with sting of the obvious.

"Right, right, Mr. Luthor." the guard stumbled over his own nervous rambling and reached for the button to his left to open the large, coupling, iron gates that kept the mansion and it's complementary smaller structures safe behind high stacks of rich hedges.

Allie guessed there was even more fencing behind them. It all appeared too secure for comfort and as the gates parted to allow her entry she began to feel a little uneasy about coming face to face with the owner of it all and whispered a little wish that she wouldn't have to meet the man who scared even the men hired to guard and protect him.

The mansion's help came out to assist her in the delivery. A Hispanic looking woman in maid uniform who appeared to be older than her mother approached the delivery truck and started taking the crates of carrots, green bean stock, and tomatoes from the truck bed. Allie watched her lift the package with ease and turn to carry the produce inside, Allie guessed she was the one responsible for the cooking.

Opening the truck door, Allie jumped out and decided to help out - it was her job anyway.

But before she could head on back to open up the truck bed hatch, more of the mansion's help came out to do her work for her.

"Want me to-?" Her words were ignored and cut short by their hasty actions.

Before she knew it, the truck bed was empty.

"Okay.." Allie stood perplexed and dazed, slowly lifting the truck's back hatch to be closed again she watched over her shoulder for any more uniformed henchmen to catch her off guard again.

She still needed someone to sign for the packages, Allie remembered suddenly.

She ran to the open driver window and snatched her clipboard from the seat.

Allie expected the mansion would be quite, hollow, and cold sounding like the owner she had heard over the phone earlier. But she was surprised at how fast paced and baffling everything carried out inside. When Allie approached the front door and knocked she flashed her clip board with a smile and before she even uttered Hello the suited man who answered the door hurried her inside and then disappeared in the swarm of construction workers and maids that buzzed around reminding her very much of busy ants carrying out their work in a hectic ant hill. Expensive, posh ant hill.

She was on her own.

Allie had never felt small before, but as she stood like a lost puppy in a sea of angry Rottweilers, she was damned by her small stature.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mr. Luthor?" She stopped a construction worker passing to ask.

The man shrugged, "I don't know." he sounded busy. "Try upstairs."

Despite his lack of information Allie thanked him anyway and went on up.

The second story was quieter than the first, but you could still hear the housing project taking place downstairs. Clipboard in hand, Allie ventured down the long stretch of the main corridor. Dozens or doors lined either end of the hallway and she hated the thought that he would be behind one of them. She was a stranger in this home and not comfortable with the idea of finding things for herself.

The sound of voices fussing and water running caught her attention and drew her to the far end of the corridor. A door to her right was left ajar and Allie was able to catch a sliver glimpse of what was happening inside.

A smooth bald man with a dark blue sweater and black slacks had his back turned. The room was a bathroom, a large one at that. It wasn't yet finished - as construction tools were scattered about, but it was one of the biggest and beautiful Allie had ever seen. There was a large series of stained glass windows to her left that filled the room with rich warm colors. The walls were made of a grainy teal-blue stone that she couldn't recall seeing before, but it was beautiful anyway. A single person shower occupied the far right corner and across from it was a tall vibrant plant that stood a few feet away from an installed bathtub made of the same material as the walls and floor. A stretched in length mirror hung above that and as Allie's eyes continued to take in the massive room she noticed herself in it. Fearful the man in the room would, she visually sought him out.

It was then that Allie noticed the floor was flooded. Not completely, but enough to distract both Lex and the Hispanic woman who helped her outside earlier.

Lex knelt with his back still turned to help mop up the mess. "How's that faucet looking, Mel?"

Allie finally noticed Mel, as Lex had called her. Mel was on the other side of the door Allie was peeking through and from the looks and sounds of it, was busy trying to get the leaking faucet on the bathroom's sink to stop leaking. Damn faucet.

Allie fought back the urge to help, it was leaking a lot. In fact, it was hardly leaking. The faucet's knobs seemed to be broken off leaving the tap on full blast. Water ran over the sink and countertop to flood the stone floor Lex worked so hard to keep dry.

"Water no stop." Mel cried over the sound of running water. Her sleeves were rolled up tightly and determination made her red in the face.

Lex sighed in frustration and stop his mopping with a soaking wet bath towel to rise and help Mel with the heart of the problem.

Allie knew Lex would spot her as he turned and she didn't know what made her do it but she retreated deeper into the hallway so he wouldn't see her.

"Hey Mel, see if you can find me a pipe wrench - I know I seen one around here earlier." Lex told her, he approached the running faucet and started twisting and turning things with his hands to make an effort to lessen the flooding.

Mel nodded and walked to the other end of the room to search through the construction workers left belongings. She busied herself by trying to pry open a big rubber tool box.

Taking this as her queue to interfere and help out, Allie searched the room with her eyes for that pipe wrench or anything else to help Mr. Luthor out. A simple twist of the pipe with her bare hands would do the trick, but with Mel and Luthor around, she knew that was a definite no-no.

What's that? Allie wondered as an electric buffer caught her eye. It belonged to the construction workers but lay abandoned behind the plant across the shower. It was probably used for the tile, Allie figured, beginning to search for something else. But as her eyes continued to explore the floor, she noticed an orange extension cord weaved through the plant and snaking up the wall to be plugged in next to the light switch near the mirror. It was fine, if it wasn't plugged into anything. The electric buffer, Allie reminded herself, and sure enough as she returned her eyes to the buffer it still remained hidden behind the plant but Allie could see it's own power adapter clinging to the orange cord.

Oh, no.

The floor was covered in at least a few centimeters of water, but nonetheless, enough moisture for electricity to bake both Mel and Luthor.

Allie had to work quick and she could already hear a sharp spark in the far corner of the room, it was the water reaching the buffer.

She dropped her clipboard and the room slowed. Allie's breathing expanded in her ears, she ignored the sound of her clipboard clattering to floor beside her. No water, no Mel or Lex, just her and the electric surge that fought to take the lives of Mel the maid and Alexander Luthor.

Wasting no more time on the sidelines, Allie pushed herself into a full sprint and within fractions of a half second she was into the room and ready to fight the odds. First Mel, who was closest to the spark.

Allie caught the older woman by the waist and lifted her to the safety of the hallway. The maid weighed nothing and Allie left her to laying face down on the carpeted floor before turning back to race for Lex.

The man was completely oblivious to the death closing in and Allie hoped it would remain that way. She approached him from behind and with her left hand caught him by the upper left arm and with her right she wrapped her arm around his waist and rushed him from the room.

Another loud pop and the tile beneath her began to crack from the electrical surge.

It sounded like glass shattering but it was only the floor, Allie pushed Lex out of the room first before falling over the threshold and avoiding the white purple stream of electricity that claimed the wet bathroom floor as it's own.