Title: The Visitor
Author: Steptacular
Email: andre@gensteps.co.uk
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Yeah I know y'all hated her on the show but I think she had potential for a good character. So here is my take on Victoria Hardwick, please don't flog me.
Thanks BUNCHES to my Tres, Windy, Cibby, Wook and Ana for giving me hints and stuff on this fic!
Feedback! Almost as appreciated as a nude Tom Welling!
There had been turbulence on the plane since they had left Gotham City and it was beginning to annoy her. She had told her father last time she had traveled overseas that she didn't want any incompetent pilots flying. Her father had argued with her that there was nothing the pilot could do when the weather was bad but she had stated that a good pilot could keep the plane steady no matter what. Of course, her father had only smiled and told her that she was shaping up to be just like him which had, deep down inside, made her grimace.
She brushed her long brown hair off of her face, took a sip of her wine, and set it down next to the stack of newspapers she had been reading through. She casually glanced at the top most one and read the headline: "Luthor Corp Expanding", she skimmed quickly through the article to remind herself why her father was sending her out in such a rush and smiled to herself.
She found it amusing that the person who was her biggest critic had finally realized that she was his strongest tool. She let herself smile again. It wasn't like there was anyone else sitting around to see her.
"Miss Hardwick," came the scratchy voice through the intercom.
"Yes?" She replied not even bothering to look up.
"Our ETA to the Smallville air strip is 20 minutes. Is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?"
"Yes," she replied looking out the window and seeing nothing but acres of pasture and farmland, "my wine is warm…"
"We'll have someone back there in a second, Ms. Hardwick."
She didn't bother to say thank you or confirm that she had heard the pilot. She just sighed and leaned back in her seat before reaching over to pull up the new laptop computer that had been purchased for her right before she left. She'd never really been interested in computers but her father had made sure she knew how to use one for this trip. After much practice she had managed to get the hang of using one. The hardest part of this "assignment," as she liked to call it, was going to be getting the password and user name so she could access what she needed to see.
She opened up her e-mail program and typed her own user name and password and hit the "send/receive button". She didn't like the wireless connection her computer had, it worked slow, and she had never been one to wait. By the time the window popped up confirming that she had one new message the attendant had set a fresh glass of wine where the old one had sat.
She looked at it and thought for a second. "I don't want it anymore, I'm not thirsty."
The flight attendant stared at her for a moment, "I said, I'm not thirsty." Victoria made a mental note to have her fired.
"Yes ma'am," she answered picked up the glass and took it away.
When she was alone in the cabin again she opened her e-mail message, it was from her father:
Victoria,
First, I want to thank you for doing this for me. The company needs this and would greatly benefit from the demise of the Luthor's. You know that boy has always had a soft spot for you and I know within myself that you have what it takes.
Now to the point of my short message to you. I hope this reaches you in time. Our trusted friend has informed me that the Luthor boy will be in Metropolis this evening for the opening of a new exhibit sponsored by them in the Museum. I believe it would be more convenient if you were to catch him there unawares, instead of at his home.
Let me know if you receive this and I will contact you immediately if any new developments should turn up. Remember, Victoria, do your best.
With much regards, your Father,
H. H.
She grinned. A little lay over in Metropolis wouldn't hurt. She'd always enjoyed the shopping the city offered and a new dress would be in order for a formal event at a museum. After typing a quick reply to her father and sending it she hit the intercom button.
"Yes. Miss Hardwick?" the pilot answered promptly.
"There's been a change of plans…contact Metropolis International and let them know we'll be landing there."
"Right away Ma'am," the pilot answered and the intercom noise faded.
She sat for a while thinking of everything she was going to have to do before picking up another one of the news papers in the stack. This one was a small town publication, The Smallville Ledger. She picked it up and read the headline : "Billionaire's Son Saved By Local" beneath it was a picture of the familiar bald headed figure she had been attracted to years ago. And next to him a picture of a young boy with an unruly mop of black hair and penetrating blue eyes.
"Lex…Lex…Lex…what have you gotten yourself into this time?"
Author: Steptacular
Email: andre@gensteps.co.uk
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Yeah I know y'all hated her on the show but I think she had potential for a good character. So here is my take on Victoria Hardwick, please don't flog me.
Thanks BUNCHES to my Tres, Windy, Cibby, Wook and Ana for giving me hints and stuff on this fic!
Feedback! Almost as appreciated as a nude Tom Welling!
There had been turbulence on the plane since they had left Gotham City and it was beginning to annoy her. She had told her father last time she had traveled overseas that she didn't want any incompetent pilots flying. Her father had argued with her that there was nothing the pilot could do when the weather was bad but she had stated that a good pilot could keep the plane steady no matter what. Of course, her father had only smiled and told her that she was shaping up to be just like him which had, deep down inside, made her grimace.
She brushed her long brown hair off of her face, took a sip of her wine, and set it down next to the stack of newspapers she had been reading through. She casually glanced at the top most one and read the headline: "Luthor Corp Expanding", she skimmed quickly through the article to remind herself why her father was sending her out in such a rush and smiled to herself.
She found it amusing that the person who was her biggest critic had finally realized that she was his strongest tool. She let herself smile again. It wasn't like there was anyone else sitting around to see her.
"Miss Hardwick," came the scratchy voice through the intercom.
"Yes?" She replied not even bothering to look up.
"Our ETA to the Smallville air strip is 20 minutes. Is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?"
"Yes," she replied looking out the window and seeing nothing but acres of pasture and farmland, "my wine is warm…"
"We'll have someone back there in a second, Ms. Hardwick."
She didn't bother to say thank you or confirm that she had heard the pilot. She just sighed and leaned back in her seat before reaching over to pull up the new laptop computer that had been purchased for her right before she left. She'd never really been interested in computers but her father had made sure she knew how to use one for this trip. After much practice she had managed to get the hang of using one. The hardest part of this "assignment," as she liked to call it, was going to be getting the password and user name so she could access what she needed to see.
She opened up her e-mail program and typed her own user name and password and hit the "send/receive button". She didn't like the wireless connection her computer had, it worked slow, and she had never been one to wait. By the time the window popped up confirming that she had one new message the attendant had set a fresh glass of wine where the old one had sat.
She looked at it and thought for a second. "I don't want it anymore, I'm not thirsty."
The flight attendant stared at her for a moment, "I said, I'm not thirsty." Victoria made a mental note to have her fired.
"Yes ma'am," she answered picked up the glass and took it away.
When she was alone in the cabin again she opened her e-mail message, it was from her father:
Victoria,
First, I want to thank you for doing this for me. The company needs this and would greatly benefit from the demise of the Luthor's. You know that boy has always had a soft spot for you and I know within myself that you have what it takes.
Now to the point of my short message to you. I hope this reaches you in time. Our trusted friend has informed me that the Luthor boy will be in Metropolis this evening for the opening of a new exhibit sponsored by them in the Museum. I believe it would be more convenient if you were to catch him there unawares, instead of at his home.
Let me know if you receive this and I will contact you immediately if any new developments should turn up. Remember, Victoria, do your best.
With much regards, your Father,
H. H.
She grinned. A little lay over in Metropolis wouldn't hurt. She'd always enjoyed the shopping the city offered and a new dress would be in order for a formal event at a museum. After typing a quick reply to her father and sending it she hit the intercom button.
"Yes. Miss Hardwick?" the pilot answered promptly.
"There's been a change of plans…contact Metropolis International and let them know we'll be landing there."
"Right away Ma'am," the pilot answered and the intercom noise faded.
She sat for a while thinking of everything she was going to have to do before picking up another one of the news papers in the stack. This one was a small town publication, The Smallville Ledger. She picked it up and read the headline : "Billionaire's Son Saved By Local" beneath it was a picture of the familiar bald headed figure she had been attracted to years ago. And next to him a picture of a young boy with an unruly mop of black hair and penetrating blue eyes.
"Lex…Lex…Lex…what have you gotten yourself into this time?"
