Sparks Fly

A DC fanfiction by Andrew Joshua Talon

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Leslie woke up to someone pounding on Clark's door. She groaned. He was out saving an island from a volcanic eruption and she'd done a full day's worth of shooting at STAR Labs for a school field trip event. She had been looking forward to a relaxing day.

She got up in her jeans and a T-Shirt for the Smallville Ravens and walked up to the door. She looked through the peephole... Her jaw dropped.

Leslie took several deep breaths, trying to focus and calm herself. She still had sparks spitting from the top of her head.

But she was calm. She was CALM.

The doorbell rang. Then again, and again. Leslie took more deep breaths and contemplated just zapping herself out to help Clark with the volcano.

She very slowly opened the door.

In front of it was a short, busty woman. Bleached blonde hair, a deep orange tan, her fingers wrinkled and freckled like old leather underneath the artfully painted nails. She was wearing a relatively modest sundress, dark green, with her legs exposed by designer sandals.

Her makeup was fairly modest too, on her face which showed a few signs of modest botox treatment.

The woman gave Leslie an anxious smile, one that almost reached her eyes.

"Leslie?" She asked softly. Leslie stared back, silent. The woman's eyes filled with tears. "Leslie, it-it's me. Tara. Your mother?"

"I know who you are," Leslie said in a voice as cold as the Arctic. "What do you want?"

"Ten years, and that's... That's all you have to say?" Tara asked. Leslie took a slow deep breath.

"If I say any more I'll be saying it with my fist," Leslie said, in a clipped monotone. Tara raised her hands defensively.

"You're angry. You have every right to be," Tara said quickly. "I wouldn't blame you for hating me. Your grandma told me you would. I didn't listen. I never listened." She reached out her hand to Leslie. Leslie didn't respond at all, still giving her mother the coldest expression she could.

"I know I made a mess of your life. I know I made a mess of mine. I was a stupid girl, unprepared for being a mother. I made so many mistakes, and I... I paid the price. I squandered every chance you gave me. But... but now I understand what I did wrong. I understand that you were the most important thing in my life." The tears were flowing freely down her artificially smoothed cheeks.

Tara extended her arms out to Leslie. She smiled as warmly as the sun.

"I know I don't deserve it, but... Can you at least give me a chance to try and change? To make things right? To be... To be your mother?"

Leslie stared at Tara. She smiled, and extended her arms. As though ready to pull Tara into a hug. Tara stepped forward... And had to stumble back as Leslie unleashed a lightning blast right over her head!

"YEOW!" Cried several men. They ran out from behind the hallway corner, their cameras and sound equipment fried. Tara paled underneath her tan, and looked up at Leslie.

Leslie stared down in contempt, electricity crackling from her hands. She let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

"You playing the victim got old real fast, Mom," Leslie sneered. "Always the victim, always begging for another chance, always promising you'll do better. How many times did you do this to me, huh? How many times to John? To Papa and Nana?"

Leslie's hair flared with power, filling the hallway with light bright enough her mother cringed.

"John knew you were a lying whore, from the start. But he took care of you because it was the fucking right thing to do. No matter how much you shit on him, or on me. No matter how many lies you told. You didn't give a shit about anyone but yourself."

"Please! Leslie! I-I'm sorry!" Tara begged. "I just-Their show, they were willing to reunite us-!"

"So you could do what? Pretend to be sorry and mooch off me? Like you do EVERYONE?!" Leslie seethed. She shook her head... And then abruptly smiled. Genuinely, which left Tara flabbergasted.

"But you know what? It's for the best you ran out on me. I'm glad you weren't there," Leslie said calmly. "You see, if you had stuck around? I might have turned out just like you. Then I'd be nothing more than a shallow, lying, two faced whore. I wouldn't have the most wonderful boyfriend ever. I wouldn't have a great life."

She beamed at Tara, sincere and yet terrifying.

"So thanks for that," Leslie said. "Now: Do what you do best... And leave."

With that, Leslie turned around and shut the door tight. She locked it, and zapped herself into the wires of the building.

There were a million better things to do with her time than stick around here.


Another short bit, a breather before we get back to some action!