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Chapter Two- Mozart Anyone?

Annabelle Lee looked around her office. The solid oak desk in the center was polished, and the banker lamp showcased the files and papers in neat piles. As a neat freak, Annabelle Lee couldn't stand to have a messy office. Behind her desk was a huge wall made entirely of bookcases; the books were all alphabetized by author, and then by the year they were published. While Annie wasn't rich, she did well for an assistant curator and made it a priority to collect rare and valuable books. Her thirst for knowledge was unquenchable.

She picked up the remote to the stereo and put in a CD. As soon as she clicked play, the sound of Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 23 filled the room. She sighed.

Lately Annie had been working late at the Museum of Natural History. She hadn't been sleeping well and instead started patrolling more. She had even tried taking some pills, but nothing was working. To make matters worse, she felt like someone was watching her when she was out at night.

Suddenly, the phone rang, causing her to jump. "This is Annabelle Lee, how may I help you?" she sighed.

"Whoa, you sound tired. Is everything okay, Annie?" she smiled at the concern in Joey's voice. "Yeah, I'm alright. I just… need a goodnight's sleep." There was a large amount of background noise on Joey's end of the line. He had two sets of twins, two boys and two girls. The oldest were they two boys (Sam and Dean), who were four. The girls (Thelma and Louise) had just turned two years old.

"And from the sound of toys being rammed into each other, I could say the same to you. What is going on over there?" there was a crash and screaming in the background. I could only assume that his wife, Marie, we yelling. They were... adventurous to say the least.

"Ummmmmmm… I have to go, but I need to ask you a favor first. I need you to cover for me tonight at the bar, okay? I'll explain later." Dial tone filled her end of the line. Annie hung up and sighed again. It was going to be a long night. Hell, this whole week was turning into a nightmare. She sat up and grabbed her coat before heading out the door.

Why would he not tell me? she mused to herself. While it wasn't out of the ordinary for her to be called last minute for a babysitting job or and extra shift at the bar, Joey always gave her a reason why. Sure, she could have listened to his thoughts, but Annie had learned long ago that it was better to give people their privacy. There were also somethings she didn't want to know, that couldn't be un-heard. This one time in high school, she "accidentally" listened to a date's thoughts. Unfortunately for her, he was a hormone driven boy… and they only think about one thing. Needless to say, she stopped seeing him. Some of the things she heard were just plain weird.

The bar was only a few blocks from the museum, but it was nights like this that she felt uneasy walking alone. The familiar smell of the bar's interior seemed to comfort her, even though it occasionally smelled a bit… well, gross. It is a bar.

Still, the warm air mixed with the smell of mahogany and lemons calmed her and prepared her for the evening rush of the usually patrons. While the bar (named "The Office") wasn't always packed, it was fairly busy on a regular basis. She went to the back put on an apron.

"Annabelle…" a man slurred, "get me a coffee. And make it Irish." she looked up to see Old Smokey. Old Smokey was a man who had a perpetual cigar in one hand and a drink in the other. He was probably their best customer, seeing as he was always there. He actually came up with the name to the bar. He said it was "witty" (and for him it was), because regulars needed an excuse for their wives (I'm at the office. I'll be home later.) She raised an eyebrow. Even though Old Smokey was fifty-two, he looked like he was seventy-two. After three divorces, six children, and a lifetime of smoking and drinking, he hadn't aged well.

"I think happy hour started a little early for you, huh?" he shot her his trademark sloppy grin, baring his teeth like and idiot. "Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere. Wouldn't want to miss it." he chuckled. She gave in, and slide a beer down to him.

Then the hair on the back of her neck prickled. That uneasy feeling she had that told her she was being watched. She slowly gazed across the bar. Most of the people had a drinking partner or were watching the game. She came upon a pair of blue eyes, contrasting against black hair white skin. And these eyes stared directly into her soul. She surveyed the man that the yes belonged to. he was tall, probably 6'4 or so. HE was buff to. Not the scary, body builder, My-Goal-IN-Life-Is-To-Look-Like-A-Uterus way. But the former athlete farmer boy way. He was definitely all organic. He had on a typical work outfit, making her think he probably worked in an office here in Metropolis. But something about him gave her the impression that he… wasn't from around here. Maybe even made her feel a little safe or protected. She tore her eyes away and went back to work, ignoring him the rest of the night. By the time her shift ended, he had gone.

She pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped outside, walking quietly back to her apartment. She didn't live far away. She was on a part of the street when she heard footsteps trailing behind her.

She stopped.

The footsteps stopped too.

Annie immediately put down her metal wall and tingled with anticipation. Whoever it was, she wouldn't go down without a fight. She turned to see a man with a wife beater, jacket, and baggy jeans on. He looked like he hadn't bathed or shaved in a few days, and she unconsciously crinkled her nose.

"Give me your bag and I won't kill you." he growled stepping closer. He was a foot away when she smiled at him.

"I've had a really long day." she pinned him against the alley wall and watched his eyes bugle. Yours would too if you were pinned and nothing was holding you. "I don't feel like playing around and I just want to go home and go to sleep. And here you are trying to mug me. I am really close to just beating the snot out of you and giving you a kick in the balls. But I really don't want to hear you cry for your mommy, so here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to let you go and you're going to run a fast as your legs can carry you. You're going to go home take a shower, shave, and then get a job so you don't have to keep up this life of petty crime. Your type really irritate me, and, just and FYI, I'll know if you don't. I'm just… special that way. DO we have an understanding?" He nodded slowly and stuttered, "W-Who a-are you?" She smiled wearily.

"I'm Mystic."

Then he ran. She turned and continued walking. The hair prickled on her neck again. She looked around. Up on one of the roofs she could make out a outline of a person, wearing a dark trench coat, his face masked in shadow. Except for his eyes.

Those blue eyes.

A/N: OMGGGGGGGGG! I haven't updated in FOREVER! I AM SO UNBELIEVEABLEY SORRY! I have failed you grasshoppers. But this sensei is going to get back up on the horse and I am going to try and have a new chapter every month. If I don't, umbrellacutie555 will kill me for you guys. Has anyone noticed how when there is a dramatic scene (usually when a Luthor is involved) in the earlier Smallville episodes, there is always an operatic or classical piece of music? I love it and it makes me smile! I love classical music! Again, I apologize for taking way too long to update. It's ridiculous how busy I have been lately. I also apologize for the terrible poem in the first chapter. I really wanted to put a poem in there, and it was late, so it came out sounding like a turd. *giggles at the word turd* Also… who could that mysterious man be? Dum dum DUMMM…

.S. Did you like my puns: "all organic", "not from around here"? I thought they were so cute. Because Clark is!

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