Disclaimer- I do not own Smallville yada yada yada….
I would like to thank evel for her constant editing and support, otherwise the story would not nearly be as well written as it is now.
Capter 1
His blue eyes scanned over the full-length mirror uncertain if he was pleased about his appearance. In his opinion, he looked ridiculous, but Lois insisted he try it on. Reluctantly, Clark agreed and now he wished he hadn't.
"How did you talk me into this?" Clark sighed at his appearance.
"It's for Chloe's birthday," Lois beamed stifling an outburst of laughter. "You know she's always wanted to have a murder mystery dinner. Come on, Smallville, you know she'll love it."
"But tights!?" he cringed at the green leg-hugging, muscle exposing, skintight leggins.
"Robin hood men in tights remember," Lois grinned.
"I don't see you wearing tights," Clark continued to protest.
"That's because Maid Marian doesn't wear tights," she pointed out smugly pushing Clark out of the way to ogle her appearance.
"Ready, Smallville?" Lois asked, from the loft's exit. "Fine," Clark tipped his feather-adorned hat and followed her down the stairs.
On the way to the Luthor Mansion, Clark could not help but to wonder how it was that Lois ever convinced Lex to go along with her silly little plan. Was it through, blackmail, extortion, or perhaps bribery that she convinced the mongering son of the Luthor's to join this little birthday scheme? Whatever her methods of corrosion were, they certainly were effective.
Unable to stand it any longer Clark broke the silence "Lois… how exactly did you get Lex to go agree with this?"
Grinning ear to ear, Lois answered, "Lucy."
"You've heard from her?" Clark was surprised to hear that Lois had heard from her at all. After she pulled that heist at the Luthor's and disappeared.
"Yeah she's been living in a small apartment in Metropolis, after she returned Lex's money and Porsche." She replied.
"Wow, she's not coming to the party, is she?" He wondered aloud.
"No, she's busy with community service. The General's keeping an eye on her," she added.
Moments later and they arrived at the mansion. Lois reached for the doorbell only to be stopped by Clark.
"I can't go in there looking like this," he tugged nervously on the tightly fitted green jacket. "I look ridiculous."
"Don't worry Smallville, you look great." Lois assured her nervous friend. "Tights actually work for you."
"Gee, thanks." He commented as Oliver opened the door and pulled the pair inside. "We've been waiting for you two, come on."
Clark laughed as Oliver reached in and pulled him inside. Lois, not amused by her giggling friend sharply stepped on Clark's foot ending his laughter.
"Shouldn't I be Robin Hood?" Oliver asked discouraged.
"I don't know, you look good bald," Lex noted stepping into sight wearing the Prince John costume.
"But Fryer Tuck, come on?" He moped at the long robes hanging from his body and the Bible in his hand.
"Hey, is that Chloe and Jimmy?" Pete called from across the room dressed in his little John costume.
"Hey! Pete." Clark said as the shook the hand of his best friend. "It's great that you could make it, Chloe's gonna flip."
"Chloe and Jimmy will come after one of us becomes the unfortunate victim of murder. She's playing the reporter and Jimmy's a cop, naturally."
Clark's heart nearly stopped as he spotted Lana wearing a dress fit for a princess takes Lex by the hand. She was drop dead gorgeous with her hair gracefully cascading over her shoulders. Clark tried not to let the sight get to him, but deep down in his gut he couldn't stop the feelings of jealousy. It only worsened when Lex's face broke into a huge smile, took her into a tight embrace. While her eyes were diverted, Lex caught Clark in the eye giving him a look that clearly told him, 'just try to stop me'.
Clark stood their in shock, unable to believe they were seeing each other again even after the divorce.
"Shall we get started?" Lois broke the tension of the situation and handed them their scripts to get this murder mystery underway.
Lex unsheathed his sword hoisting it high in the air and read the first words of his script. "Thou have stolen from me for the last time." He yelled at Robin Hood.
"Hahaha," Robin Hood laughed in Prince John's face. "Did someone abscond with your precious gold? I wish I knew who had the gall to climb your highest tower, to sneak past the centuries placed at the doors, and to crack the nearly impenetrable hold."
Clark read his lines flatly without emotion or added enthusiasm. In fact, Clark's lines were boring, yet not one of the cast members seemed to mind his dreadful acting ability.
"It wasn't him." Little John stepped next to his comrade in crime. "It so happens, that Robin spent the entire night teaching me how to shoot an arrow accurately."
"Then who took the necklace I planned to give to thee?" Prince John inquired taking his beautiful Lana by the waist and pulled his beloved close.