TITLE: Giants and Supermen 3/?
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: R (language, violence, and sexual situations)
FEEDBACK: My first Smallville fic. Be kind... and lie to me :-)
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink. The Zahn's and the Warren's belong to me.
And now, for Nickel, back to the Lexy goodness :-)
Takes place three weeks after part one.
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The first snow of January began to fall as school children looked out of their windows hoping this latest storm would hold off the school openings, even if it was only for one more day.
Derek sighed as he pulled his ramshackle sled through the semi-barren streets of Smallville. The lump on the back of his head hadn't gotten any better so he had snuck out to see Doctor Poe. He, of course, made up the excuse that he had hit his head sledding with the other children. There's no way he could tell him his father had done it because he'd burnt the Christmas stuffing. It was now almost two weeks later and still the lump had not gone away, and neither had the pain that went with it. He had spent almost every night in his fort since Christmas. As he watched the snowplows run through the streets, he rushed down the sidewalk, thoughts running in his head. Someday he'd be stronger than his dad. Someday he'd be able to show him he wasn't a coward or a sissy. Someday...
~*~
Morgan rubbed her hands together as she raised her camera to her eye. Snow covered Smallville was a beautiful place. She'd used up almost seven rolls of film already and she wasn't even halfway done all the pictures she wanted to take. She already had enough to fill her next gallery quota, the hard part would be picking which ones she wanted to use.
~*~
"Todd took the car round the back, Mr. Luthor. We'll have the chains on in twenty minutes. Might want to get yourself a coffee. Looks a might chilly out there." The old mechanic laughed and stuck the cigar butt back into his mouth. Lex smiled and left the grease monkeys to their work.
Five minutes later, Lex was sitting comfortably in the Smallville Beanery. Only one woman was working, but it's not as if there was a rush on coffee. Actually, the woman looked shocked as Lex had entered. Now she was back to idly flipping through a magazine as Lex stared out the window. Smallville in the winter didn't offer much more excitement than Smallville in the fall. He checked his watch again. Ten more minutes. God, he was bored. The only reason he'd even come out of the house was because the walls were beginning to close in on him. Another sip and his eyes were back wandering outside. Someone was standing in the middle of the street. Lex moved closer to the window. Long legs, nice body, green eyes, black hair tossed over her shoulder and dusted with snowflakes, nice body... "Wow." He quickly grabbed his coffee and headed outside. Someone ran into his side, coffee spilled all over his arm. "Hey!"
Derek looked up at him. He didn't say anything and began to walk past him.
Lex brushed off his arm. "Try an 'excuse me' next time, kid."
Derek spun around. His head throbbed as he stared at Lex. "Why don't you go jump in front of a snowplow!"
Suddenly Lex's body slackened and he turned to the street. A snowplow was on it's way towards him. He stepped off the sidewalk right into it's path.
Derek's eyes widened as the pain in his head began to decrease. "Whoa."
Morgan turned around. What the hell is he doing, she thought, as she walked toward him. Lex was making no attempt to move. Morgan slung her camera on her shoulder and ran to Lex. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back onto the sidewalk. The snowplow drove past.
Derek turned quickly and ran down the street.
"So, let me guess. Snowplow chicken's the newest upper class sport?"
Lex shook his head. "Excuse me?"
"Or you just have a habit of walking in front of heavy machinery."
Lex scratched his head, psychically and mentally. "I have no idea." He took a good look at his rescuer. "Thank you."
Morgan smiled and raised the camera to her eye. "I think I'll call this one 'Portrait of a Billionaire's Dazed Son'." She clicked the shutter closed. "I'll send you a copy."
Lex smiled and extended his hand. "And whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
Morgan took his hand. "Someone whom you weren't so pleased with about three weeks ago."
"I'm sorry?"
"The Kent's were helping me change a tire. You may remember me as the one covered in grease."
Lex cleared his throat. "I haven't exactly been giving the best first impressions lately."
"Or seconds," Morgan muttered.
"Sorry?"
"Nothing. Well, it was nice re-meeting you, Mr. Luthor."
"Lex, please. Ah, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
"No thanks. I'm not much of a coffee girl. Besides, I have to start developing this film." Morgan began to walk away.
"Can I at least give you a ride?" Lex called after her.
"I've got my truck, thanks." Morgan smiled and rounded the corner.
Lex shook his head as he headed back to the mechanic. He smiled slyly. This should be interesting, he thought.
~*~
Derek leaned his head against the shed door. He did what he said. He told him to do something and he did it. How did he do that? And, more importantly, would it last?
~*~
Lex sighed as he looked through the latest stock quotes.
"Lex," a voice called from the study doorway.
"Ah, Dominic." Lex frowned at his father's loyal lapdog. "Something on you mind?"
Dominic came in and dropped a paper on the desk. "Have you met your new neighbor?"
Lex sighed as he lifted the paper. He wasn't in a mood for guessing games. He looked down. It was a picture of a young woman with green eyes and black hair. "Yes, I've met her. Why?"
Dominic smiled. "Keep reading."
"She's not a murderer, is she?" He read the small paragraph underneath the picture. "Morgan Zahn..." That name sounded familiar, he thought. "Recently moved here to Smallville... blah blah blah... daughter of..." Lex trailed off. "Daughter of Chief Justice Geriant Zahn and Peyton Garrison-Zahn, Law Professor at Georgetown University." He dropped the paper.
Dominic smiled again. "What's the daughter of a Chief Justice doing in Smallville?"
"What's the son of a billionaire doing in Smallville."
"You still don't remember her, do you?"
"Dominic, I told you I already met her."
"But you met her before she moved to Smallville. Need a refresher? The Halloween before the meteor shower at your parent's ball."
Lex shook his head.
"She was dressed like a gypsy and had a rather expensive necklace around her neck."
Lex closed his eyes.
"Now you remember?"
"Yeah." He remember the little spoiled rich brat with a head of red hair. He remembered the little girl that was standing next to him trying to make small talk to make the time pass faster. He remembered how she had said that she really didn't want to be there and how she wanted to go home. He remembered tearing the crystal necklace off her neck and throwing it over the balcony. He remembered the both of them watching the crystal fall to the ground and smash into a thousand pieces. And he remembered the little girl launching herself at him and punching him in the face repeatedly. "Yeah, I remember." A smile crossed his face. "This is going to be interesting."
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AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: R (language, violence, and sexual situations)
FEEDBACK: My first Smallville fic. Be kind... and lie to me :-)
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink. The Zahn's and the Warren's belong to me.
And now, for Nickel, back to the Lexy goodness :-)
Takes place three weeks after part one.
_____________________________________________________________________
The first snow of January began to fall as school children looked out of their windows hoping this latest storm would hold off the school openings, even if it was only for one more day.
Derek sighed as he pulled his ramshackle sled through the semi-barren streets of Smallville. The lump on the back of his head hadn't gotten any better so he had snuck out to see Doctor Poe. He, of course, made up the excuse that he had hit his head sledding with the other children. There's no way he could tell him his father had done it because he'd burnt the Christmas stuffing. It was now almost two weeks later and still the lump had not gone away, and neither had the pain that went with it. He had spent almost every night in his fort since Christmas. As he watched the snowplows run through the streets, he rushed down the sidewalk, thoughts running in his head. Someday he'd be stronger than his dad. Someday he'd be able to show him he wasn't a coward or a sissy. Someday...
~*~
Morgan rubbed her hands together as she raised her camera to her eye. Snow covered Smallville was a beautiful place. She'd used up almost seven rolls of film already and she wasn't even halfway done all the pictures she wanted to take. She already had enough to fill her next gallery quota, the hard part would be picking which ones she wanted to use.
~*~
"Todd took the car round the back, Mr. Luthor. We'll have the chains on in twenty minutes. Might want to get yourself a coffee. Looks a might chilly out there." The old mechanic laughed and stuck the cigar butt back into his mouth. Lex smiled and left the grease monkeys to their work.
Five minutes later, Lex was sitting comfortably in the Smallville Beanery. Only one woman was working, but it's not as if there was a rush on coffee. Actually, the woman looked shocked as Lex had entered. Now she was back to idly flipping through a magazine as Lex stared out the window. Smallville in the winter didn't offer much more excitement than Smallville in the fall. He checked his watch again. Ten more minutes. God, he was bored. The only reason he'd even come out of the house was because the walls were beginning to close in on him. Another sip and his eyes were back wandering outside. Someone was standing in the middle of the street. Lex moved closer to the window. Long legs, nice body, green eyes, black hair tossed over her shoulder and dusted with snowflakes, nice body... "Wow." He quickly grabbed his coffee and headed outside. Someone ran into his side, coffee spilled all over his arm. "Hey!"
Derek looked up at him. He didn't say anything and began to walk past him.
Lex brushed off his arm. "Try an 'excuse me' next time, kid."
Derek spun around. His head throbbed as he stared at Lex. "Why don't you go jump in front of a snowplow!"
Suddenly Lex's body slackened and he turned to the street. A snowplow was on it's way towards him. He stepped off the sidewalk right into it's path.
Derek's eyes widened as the pain in his head began to decrease. "Whoa."
Morgan turned around. What the hell is he doing, she thought, as she walked toward him. Lex was making no attempt to move. Morgan slung her camera on her shoulder and ran to Lex. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back onto the sidewalk. The snowplow drove past.
Derek turned quickly and ran down the street.
"So, let me guess. Snowplow chicken's the newest upper class sport?"
Lex shook his head. "Excuse me?"
"Or you just have a habit of walking in front of heavy machinery."
Lex scratched his head, psychically and mentally. "I have no idea." He took a good look at his rescuer. "Thank you."
Morgan smiled and raised the camera to her eye. "I think I'll call this one 'Portrait of a Billionaire's Dazed Son'." She clicked the shutter closed. "I'll send you a copy."
Lex smiled and extended his hand. "And whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
Morgan took his hand. "Someone whom you weren't so pleased with about three weeks ago."
"I'm sorry?"
"The Kent's were helping me change a tire. You may remember me as the one covered in grease."
Lex cleared his throat. "I haven't exactly been giving the best first impressions lately."
"Or seconds," Morgan muttered.
"Sorry?"
"Nothing. Well, it was nice re-meeting you, Mr. Luthor."
"Lex, please. Ah, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
"No thanks. I'm not much of a coffee girl. Besides, I have to start developing this film." Morgan began to walk away.
"Can I at least give you a ride?" Lex called after her.
"I've got my truck, thanks." Morgan smiled and rounded the corner.
Lex shook his head as he headed back to the mechanic. He smiled slyly. This should be interesting, he thought.
~*~
Derek leaned his head against the shed door. He did what he said. He told him to do something and he did it. How did he do that? And, more importantly, would it last?
~*~
Lex sighed as he looked through the latest stock quotes.
"Lex," a voice called from the study doorway.
"Ah, Dominic." Lex frowned at his father's loyal lapdog. "Something on you mind?"
Dominic came in and dropped a paper on the desk. "Have you met your new neighbor?"
Lex sighed as he lifted the paper. He wasn't in a mood for guessing games. He looked down. It was a picture of a young woman with green eyes and black hair. "Yes, I've met her. Why?"
Dominic smiled. "Keep reading."
"She's not a murderer, is she?" He read the small paragraph underneath the picture. "Morgan Zahn..." That name sounded familiar, he thought. "Recently moved here to Smallville... blah blah blah... daughter of..." Lex trailed off. "Daughter of Chief Justice Geriant Zahn and Peyton Garrison-Zahn, Law Professor at Georgetown University." He dropped the paper.
Dominic smiled again. "What's the daughter of a Chief Justice doing in Smallville?"
"What's the son of a billionaire doing in Smallville."
"You still don't remember her, do you?"
"Dominic, I told you I already met her."
"But you met her before she moved to Smallville. Need a refresher? The Halloween before the meteor shower at your parent's ball."
Lex shook his head.
"She was dressed like a gypsy and had a rather expensive necklace around her neck."
Lex closed his eyes.
"Now you remember?"
"Yeah." He remember the little spoiled rich brat with a head of red hair. He remembered the little girl that was standing next to him trying to make small talk to make the time pass faster. He remembered how she had said that she really didn't want to be there and how she wanted to go home. He remembered tearing the crystal necklace off her neck and throwing it over the balcony. He remembered the both of them watching the crystal fall to the ground and smash into a thousand pieces. And he remembered the little girl launching herself at him and punching him in the face repeatedly. "Yeah, I remember." A smile crossed his face. "This is going to be interesting."
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