Reviving the Past
By Test of Faith
Rated: PG-13
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or it's people. I do own Kat, Tess, and anyone having to do with the Assembly, also the plot, I don't own Sirius or anything having to do with Harry Potter, those rights go to J. K. Rowling, Scholastic book company, and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Spoilers: I have to update this…so I can't really tell you one yet…sorry
A/N: hey…bored…so many things to do with this story…I hope I don't lose you somewhere in the plot…^_-
"I want to know about Kat, Chloe," Clark said, "It seems like she's hiding something. I can feel it around her."
Chloe stopped what she had been doing and looked up at him. There he was standing in the doorway, hands at his pockets, a questioning look on his face. So cute, her heart started beating quickly, only picking up speed as the thought that he'd only like Lana crossed her mind. Only Lana, never her. She sat down in the nearest chair, brushed a few stray hairs behind her ear, and nodded her head.
"What do you want to know?" she asked as he sat down in a nearby chair.
"How about how you met," Clark answered. "And anything else after that."
"Sounding like a true reporter," he laughed lightly at this. "We met at boarding school, like we both said. She was seventeen then, Clark."
He seemed shocked, but he let her continue without saying a thing.
"The Salem Institute of Advanced Witchcraft, we met on the train ride to school. I was going into my first year, so the idea of having one of the older kids as a friend was quite exciting," she continued, choosing her words carefully, so that she didn't say the wrong thing. "She was on of the best friends I had there, that's also when I first met Lana. Kat had known right away that Lana wasn't going to last too long, but she wasn't only right in the way she thought she would be."
"How so?" Clark asked.
"Kat knew that they wouldn't make it as friends, Lana knew too much about her and crossed Kat's self set lines way too easily. Crossing Kat is never a good idea. I doubt that Lana meant to cross Kat, but she did, she found out something about Kat that could ruin anybody's life, and accidentally let it slip to one of the other fifth years. Kat was so mad, she snapped her fingers, and Lana was on her way home by Halloween. Kat had been able to turn everyone against Lana so easily, everyone had seemed to change at Kat's will."
"Kat did that to Lana? I remember when she came back, she was so sad about having to leave, and wouldn't tell why she came back."
"Yeah. Kat really is a nice person, though. I must sound like a hypocrite, but she really is a nice, kind person. It's just…Lana knew, Lana knew Kat's little dark secret. She has a problem, well, really it's more of a gift, but it causes the problem. Kat hat the power to make her will be done, that's how she inherited those millions from the most feared dark wizard, even though he was only believed to be dead. A seer had told of her decades before he was stopped, that she would be the only person o ensure him ultimate power."
"That guy that's after her," Clark said remembering what Lex had said.
"Yeah, but anyways, today, she explained her problem to me. The guy that's after her, he has followers, people that will help him take over both worlds. She's here as a sixteen-year-old hiding from him.
"I remember, when the train pulled into the station on the last day, Lex was waiting for her. Before she disappeared through the barrier, she looked back at me. Lex had his arm around her, as if he were protecting her and making sure she didn't get taken away from him, at the same time. When she looked back, she had the most serene smile on her face. That summer I read in one of the popular witch magazines that they had been popping up all over Europe. I've been keeping up with everything she's done, at least everything that made the news in the magical world."
It was a moment or two before either of them said anything.
"Wow," he said, unsure of what else to say.
"There's more, but I'm not too sure of it, it'd be good to talk to her, let her tell you the rest," she told him.
"I'll do that," he replied. "So is there anything I can do to help around here? I told Kat, I was staying behind to help out."
"There's plenty," she smiled.
He heard her car first, and only confirmed it by seeing the license plate through one of the large front windows in the upstairs room just above the library. Her license plate always caught his eye, having never been able to get her to explain why she chose the black rose, which she had started using as the BRI emblem, and as her own years before that. No matter what car she had, she always used that as her license plate, much like him and his customary plates.
BLCKROSE
He caught sight of her black hair coming out of the car from the corner of his eye, just before he slipped down the stairs into the library. By the time he got to his desk he heard the first clicks of her boots on the fine hardwood floors. He hadn't heard the front door open or close, and, furthermore hadn't expected to. As the faint click of her boots neared the door, he was already at his desk working as if he had been there doing that all along.
"Passing through the doors again, so soon?" Lex asked with a soft laugh, not even looking up, as Kat literally walked through the closed door.
"Couldn't help myself," Kat smiled taking a seat in front of Lex's desk, as he sat down in his own leather seat. "So many closed doors around here."
"How was your first day?" he asked.
"It was all right," she answered, moving her black shoulder bag – turned travel-filing bag – onto her lap and started to sort the nine other faxes. "So. Know why Tess had to go?"
"Not a clue," he confessed as he started sorting the newest stack of papers on his desk, noting to himself that most were articles and other such things on what happened when the meteor hit, those papers he quickly slipped into one of the desk's upper drawers, planning to lock it once he was done. "I think you'd know what she's up to first."
"Not a chance, it seems she tells you, her nephew, before me, which is quite understandable," Kat replied shaking her head, having finished with her filing, she was now searching through the files for something. "All I heard was something about Falcon delivering a letter from Rena."
"Yeah," Lex said looking up at her. "I was wondering something about that."
She was bent over her bag, hair falling gently around her head.
"What were you wondering?" she asked looking up with a large smile, she didn't miss a pause, he cursed that in his mind.
"Why you would name an ice phoenix, 'Falcon?'" he asked before she could catch him at another pause, though barley able to keep his normal indifferent yet slightly interested tone.
"You remember how I had expected a falcon for my ninth birthday and didn't get it, that's why," she smiled. "In other news. I heard your father's requesting information on BRI. Know anything about that?"
She now looked – no was – the same age as he was. The changes in her were subtle, unnoticeable to anyone else, but to those who really knew her, or had been watching her closely. Her face became more confidante, her posture took on an indescribable change, a grace seemed to surround her, and all emotions seemed non-existent, except for the pure happiness that seemed to radiate from her. He knew this all too well, it happened every time, when they were alone. When it was just the two of them, she seemed to feel completely safe, trusting him completely, that was obvious as she let her true self show, it was too dangerous to show her true self to anyone that didn't already know her.
"Hello," a young girl's voice greeted in an English accent. "My name's Katrina Rosewood."
"Hi," five-year-old Lex mumbled, his curly red hair shinning softly in the dim lights of the room.
"Well, aren't you even going to turn around and introduce yourself, or should I take you for a lost cause and leave you to yourself?" the girl snapped sharply, something no one had ever done to him before, much less a girl that sounded his own age.
"Huh?" he wondered, spinning around in his spot in the library.
In front of him stood a somewhat peculiar looking five-year-old girl. She had long black hair down to her waist with three silver strips, one down the center of her head and one on either side, and grayish-black eyes that caught his own immediately. She was wearing black pants, a black turtleneck sweater, and small black leather boots, not that he understood a thing about her clothes besides that fact that they were all black.
"If you are who I think you are, you may call me Kat," she told him. "You are Alexander, right?"
"It's Lex," was all he was able to mumble.
"Well, then, Lex, happy birthday," she suddenly gave him a hug, surprising him enough to knock him over once she let go.
"Lex," someone called. "Lex."
"Lex," Kat repeated. Seeing that he was responsive again, she asked, "Is everything all right?"
"I was just remembering something," he replied. So, have you thought about who should play at the benefit?"
"Yeah, I put together a list of groups that'd be good during French class," she said, with a laugh. "And don't avoid my question. The benefit can wait a few more minutes."
"Right," he agreed, before asking, "What was your question?"
She smiled, though he missed it as she was bent over her bag retrieving two pieces of paper. Once she had those two papers, she slipped the bag under her seat, and returned her attention to him. He saw her eyes, they were back to their normal grayish-black.
"I asked if you knew anything about why your father is researching BRI," she repeated.
"You know more than I do already," he confessed, noting the sound of the front door opening and then closing, and also that Kat didn't seem fazed in the slightest by it.
"But with your connection, you should know."
It was Roger Nixon, Lex didn't need to look up, but his eye contact with Kat had been broken anyways. First thing that caught his eye was that the door to the room was open, Roger hadn't opened it, he would have heard it. A quick glace from Kat, and he knew she had opened them.
"I hardly call you a connection," Lex replied.
"I'm going to go ahead and make that call I need to make," Kat said quietly to Lex. "I should be done in a few minutes. I'll be in at the piano, after that, if you need me."
With that she disappeared up the staircase, leaving Lex once again amazed, this time by staying herself, when Roger announced his presence, she must not see him as a risk.
"What are you doing here, Rogh?" Lex asked immediately, glancing at the two pieces of paper, which Kat had left on his desk when he wasn't looking moments ago.
"If I were in your position, I wouldn't want anyone here either, 'specially with a girl like that," Roger said, earning himself a deadly glare from Lex.
"You remember how I told you there were certain people that are off limits?" Lex asked, going on before he could give a reply, "She's one of them."
"Of course, I wouldn't have thought any difference," the journalist agreed.
"Why are you here?" Lex asked again.
"I'm researching, and am soon going to write an article on someone," he told Lex.
"And you're here telling this to me…because?" Lex asked annoyed with Roger for wasting his time.
"Because, Lex," Roger said, his hands moving as fluently as his mouth. "I've found something very strange in the life of the vice president of Luthor Corp.'s top competitor."
"You wouldn't happen to be talking about BRI's vice president, would you?" Lex asked.
"Exactly, I've found out some interesting things about her," Roger exclaimed.
"Like what?" he asked, realizing that Roger hadn't seen Kat's face.
"For example, Miss Rosewood is supposed to be only a day younger than you, but for the last five years she's been in and out of boarding schools around the world."
"You didn't think that there could be a chance that those are actually colleges, right? And Roger, that girl that I just told you is off limits, is Kat Rosewood."
At that moment an old song from the fifties or sixties, Lex couldn't remember what year Both Sides Now from Judith Collins first came out, started up on the piano. Kat loved all the old songs, so it was a given that she liked to play them on the piano herself. Roger just stood there a moment, looking like a cross between embarrassed and disappointed.
"Is there anything else, Roger?" Lex asked impatiently.
"No, nothing else," Roger answered before leaving without so much as a good-bye, though no one really cared about that.
"Took you long enough," Kat said good naturedly as Lex appeared in the doorway, watching her continue to play.
"Unfortunately," Lex answered, walking across the room, and sliding in next to her on the piano bench, her joined her as she moved right into Daydream Believer from the Monkeys.
"I've missed you these last five years," she whispered.
"I've missed you, too," Lex whispered back as they started playing Red Roses for a Blue Lady (A/N: hey, I don't know who wrote that song, it's from one of those 'Instrumental Classics' CD commercials).
