Title: Tangled
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Of course I own them, I keep them hidden in my closet and they act out episodes whenever I like.
Spoilers: Some episodes perhaps, and a lot of spiderman the movie
Pairing: Chloe/Peter Parker
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humour
Author's notes: OK, in this Peter is still in high school, and conveniently in the same year as Chloe. Please give this a chance, I'm really excited about it and I hope you will be too. Sorry I stopped doing "Us' I had to have some surgery and I stayed in hospital for quite awhile. If somebody wants to continue it, please feel free, just use my first four chaps. This is slow to start, but I'm building Peter a whole character in Smallville, superman and Spiderman may be rivals, I'm not sure. Just please read.
Chapter 1: Welcome home.
Peter shifted uncomfortably in the hard leather seat, the sun's glare making him squint even with his sunglasses. Even with his jacket and sweater removed and packed safely away in his backpack, he was still sweating profusely. The air conditioning coughed out hot, dust filled air over his head, and he silently cursed himself for not accepting that plane ticket from Harry. Damn his stupid pride.
Peter clutched his bag tightly at the thought of Harry. He missed his friend, his only real friend, and the only one who accepted him as he was. It took all his power not to jump out of the roof and run back home, he had to remind himself why he was doing this in the first place. He was not just Peter Parker, he was Spiderman. Not that he had any objections to being Spiderman, it was now a part of him, and it was as natural to him as breathing. But, as his uncle once said, with great power comes great responsibility, and he couldn't change that. He tried to fight it at first, but after Mary Jane was kidnapped and almost killed, he knew. The ones he loved would always be the ones who payed, no matter what he did, and no matter how hard he tried. After several sleepless nights and a lot of consideration, Peter knew what he had to do. He had to leave them. For good.
As long as he stayed, they would always be in trouble, and one day he wouldn't be fast enough to save them. The thought sent shivers down his spine and he fiddled with the spinneret on his left wrist absently.
Aunt May had cried and begged him not to go, he said he couldn't stay there any more, eventually she accepted his decision and gladly accepted Harry's offer to stay with him in the Osbourne mansion. But what pushed him away and pulled him back the most was Mary Jane, it hurt him to leave her, he'd loved her since he first met her, but all he could offer her was friendship, and a very erratic friendship at that. She didn't deserve the confusion and pain that came with loving him, so, although his heart ached for her, he left. He decided to go to a place out of the way but not to out of the way, so his services could still be in use, then it hit him. He had done a paper on Smallville when he was a freshman in high school, apparently since the meteor shower a lot of odd things happened there, but it received a lot less publicity than was normal. He suspected there must be some kind of cover up and he was instantly intrigued by this so-called "leafy little hamlet" that was obviously swarming with weirdness, perhaps his photography skills would be of use there. Since his short but eventful few days working at the Daily Bugle, he knew he could probably walk right onto the school newspaper, if they even had one out here in this dismal country.
He had arranged to stay in a very small apartment below the train station, with his minimal amount of cash he could stay there for four weeks, but by then he assumed he would have found a job and would be able to pay the rent. He had been travelling for twelve hours but he was still surprised when the bus drivers droning voice crackled out of the dented speaker right near his ear.
"Gnade Way, Smallville, Kansas. Will passengers for this stop please prepare their hand luggage and." the rest of his voice was fuzzed out but five, including Peter, of the eleven passengers hastily packed up their stuff and made their way to the front of the bus, eager to get off.
Once the bus left, he was standing alone with his one suitcase. He thanked god that Gnade Way was near the train station because he didn't have enough money for a taxi fare unless he was willing not to eat dinner for a few days. He made his way to the housing enquires office and was greeted by a large, hairy man wearing a tight grey muscle vest. He hadn't noticed Peter yet and seemed deeply engrossed in a magazine entitled "Leather Fetish" he shuddered and cleared his throat. The man looked startled and shoved the magazine under his desk. He adopted what he probably thought was a professional stance and scratched his armpit.
"How can I help you?" his voice was scratchy and almost unbearable to listen to.
"Peter Parker, I'm here about the-"
"Oh yer, the apartment, d'ya have proof of identity?" he held out his hand for his I.D and Peter handed to him and he examined it closely before giving it back "Right this way sir, shall I carry your luggage for ya?"
"I'll be fine, thanks" Peter picked up his bag and followed the man down some stairs and left into a sudden dead end where there was a brown door made of unpolished splintering wood, the man handed him a small brass key and his nostril hairs quivered.
"You'll be payin' the rent in cash o'course?"
"Of course" he nodded, turning the key in the lock.
"I'm Mr Seele, I'll just leave ya t'get settled in" he moved up the stairs as Peter entered his room. The bed was a very dodgy looking fold out bed, with a grey, woolly, itchy-looking blanket and a plastic hospital pillow sat at one end, there was a carpet but it had gum trodden in and a warped melted bit in the corner where someone probably lit a fire. There was a large stainless steel sink, it looked like the only bathing possibility in the tiny room. It seemed to be filled with ants that were crawling up the drain, so he ran the water and they all washed away. The last feature was a closet built into the wall, he began to hang up his clothes and stuff his underwear into the one drawer. When he was done he fell back onto the bed, which creaked dangerously and irritated his skin, he let out a long breath of air.
"Welcome home Parker" he sighed. His fatigue got the better of him; he shut his eyes and drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
OK, this is my first Smallville/Spiderman crossover, this is gonna be a Chloe/Peter fiction and very romantic. This was an introductory chapter so it's not very shippy, it will be soon, though. Please review, your flames, suggestions, and praise is welcome.
Author: take phat (smallobeed@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Of course I own them, I keep them hidden in my closet and they act out episodes whenever I like.
Spoilers: Some episodes perhaps, and a lot of spiderman the movie
Pairing: Chloe/Peter Parker
Archive: Yes please, just tell me where it's going :- )
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humour
Author's notes: OK, in this Peter is still in high school, and conveniently in the same year as Chloe. Please give this a chance, I'm really excited about it and I hope you will be too. Sorry I stopped doing "Us' I had to have some surgery and I stayed in hospital for quite awhile. If somebody wants to continue it, please feel free, just use my first four chaps. This is slow to start, but I'm building Peter a whole character in Smallville, superman and Spiderman may be rivals, I'm not sure. Just please read.
Chapter 1: Welcome home.
Peter shifted uncomfortably in the hard leather seat, the sun's glare making him squint even with his sunglasses. Even with his jacket and sweater removed and packed safely away in his backpack, he was still sweating profusely. The air conditioning coughed out hot, dust filled air over his head, and he silently cursed himself for not accepting that plane ticket from Harry. Damn his stupid pride.
Peter clutched his bag tightly at the thought of Harry. He missed his friend, his only real friend, and the only one who accepted him as he was. It took all his power not to jump out of the roof and run back home, he had to remind himself why he was doing this in the first place. He was not just Peter Parker, he was Spiderman. Not that he had any objections to being Spiderman, it was now a part of him, and it was as natural to him as breathing. But, as his uncle once said, with great power comes great responsibility, and he couldn't change that. He tried to fight it at first, but after Mary Jane was kidnapped and almost killed, he knew. The ones he loved would always be the ones who payed, no matter what he did, and no matter how hard he tried. After several sleepless nights and a lot of consideration, Peter knew what he had to do. He had to leave them. For good.
As long as he stayed, they would always be in trouble, and one day he wouldn't be fast enough to save them. The thought sent shivers down his spine and he fiddled with the spinneret on his left wrist absently.
Aunt May had cried and begged him not to go, he said he couldn't stay there any more, eventually she accepted his decision and gladly accepted Harry's offer to stay with him in the Osbourne mansion. But what pushed him away and pulled him back the most was Mary Jane, it hurt him to leave her, he'd loved her since he first met her, but all he could offer her was friendship, and a very erratic friendship at that. She didn't deserve the confusion and pain that came with loving him, so, although his heart ached for her, he left. He decided to go to a place out of the way but not to out of the way, so his services could still be in use, then it hit him. He had done a paper on Smallville when he was a freshman in high school, apparently since the meteor shower a lot of odd things happened there, but it received a lot less publicity than was normal. He suspected there must be some kind of cover up and he was instantly intrigued by this so-called "leafy little hamlet" that was obviously swarming with weirdness, perhaps his photography skills would be of use there. Since his short but eventful few days working at the Daily Bugle, he knew he could probably walk right onto the school newspaper, if they even had one out here in this dismal country.
He had arranged to stay in a very small apartment below the train station, with his minimal amount of cash he could stay there for four weeks, but by then he assumed he would have found a job and would be able to pay the rent. He had been travelling for twelve hours but he was still surprised when the bus drivers droning voice crackled out of the dented speaker right near his ear.
"Gnade Way, Smallville, Kansas. Will passengers for this stop please prepare their hand luggage and." the rest of his voice was fuzzed out but five, including Peter, of the eleven passengers hastily packed up their stuff and made their way to the front of the bus, eager to get off.
Once the bus left, he was standing alone with his one suitcase. He thanked god that Gnade Way was near the train station because he didn't have enough money for a taxi fare unless he was willing not to eat dinner for a few days. He made his way to the housing enquires office and was greeted by a large, hairy man wearing a tight grey muscle vest. He hadn't noticed Peter yet and seemed deeply engrossed in a magazine entitled "Leather Fetish" he shuddered and cleared his throat. The man looked startled and shoved the magazine under his desk. He adopted what he probably thought was a professional stance and scratched his armpit.
"How can I help you?" his voice was scratchy and almost unbearable to listen to.
"Peter Parker, I'm here about the-"
"Oh yer, the apartment, d'ya have proof of identity?" he held out his hand for his I.D and Peter handed to him and he examined it closely before giving it back "Right this way sir, shall I carry your luggage for ya?"
"I'll be fine, thanks" Peter picked up his bag and followed the man down some stairs and left into a sudden dead end where there was a brown door made of unpolished splintering wood, the man handed him a small brass key and his nostril hairs quivered.
"You'll be payin' the rent in cash o'course?"
"Of course" he nodded, turning the key in the lock.
"I'm Mr Seele, I'll just leave ya t'get settled in" he moved up the stairs as Peter entered his room. The bed was a very dodgy looking fold out bed, with a grey, woolly, itchy-looking blanket and a plastic hospital pillow sat at one end, there was a carpet but it had gum trodden in and a warped melted bit in the corner where someone probably lit a fire. There was a large stainless steel sink, it looked like the only bathing possibility in the tiny room. It seemed to be filled with ants that were crawling up the drain, so he ran the water and they all washed away. The last feature was a closet built into the wall, he began to hang up his clothes and stuff his underwear into the one drawer. When he was done he fell back onto the bed, which creaked dangerously and irritated his skin, he let out a long breath of air.
"Welcome home Parker" he sighed. His fatigue got the better of him; he shut his eyes and drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
OK, this is my first Smallville/Spiderman crossover, this is gonna be a Chloe/Peter fiction and very romantic. This was an introductory chapter so it's not very shippy, it will be soon, though. Please review, your flames, suggestions, and praise is welcome.
