TITLE: An Odd Gift 1/1
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: I couldn't think of anything funny. So, yes please.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink.
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The young man sat, his head hanging low. He drank eagerly from a small tumbler for water in his hand. Slowly, his hand ran across his face. With a heavy sigh, he slammed the glass onto the table. "Okay. Here it goes. Many years ago, a meteor shower hit this country. Among those many meteors was something different. A space ship. Inside it was a small boy, the last of his race. His parents had sent him here in order to save his life. Now, after the ship crashed, two humans came across him. Simple farm people who had been out driving when the shower caught them by surprise. They took him home and raised him like a normal boy. But the soon noticed that their 'son' had special skills. He could lift hundreds of times his own weight, he could run as fast as an Amtrak train and could jump over their barn. Afraid that scientists would take the boy away from them, they made him promise to keep it all a secret."
The man sitting across from his barely moved, hardly breathed as the words came tumbling from his friend's mouth.
"When he got to high school, he found himself surrounded by people who needed his help. Slowly and discreetly, he used to powers to save his friends and fellow townspeople from all kinds of strange creatures and happenings. But he still finds pain and loneliness in having to keep his secret from his closest friends." He looked at his companion. "Until now."
The man across from him blinked once, then opened his mouth. "No."
The young man was flabbergasted. "No?"
"I just don't think it's a believable premise for a TV show, Lex." Clark scratched his forehead. "Besides, I don't think the 'townspeople' of Smallville will find it very amusing."
Lex Luthor nodded slowly as he picked up the glass from the table, taking another large gulp. "Oh well. It was worth a try."
"Why would you even be thinking about TV shows anyway? You barely watch it."
"Oh, my father bought me a TV station for my birthday."
"Kind of an odd gift."
"Yeah. Apparently I'm hard to buy for."
Clark sighed as he friend turned away. "Apparently." He slipped a cell phone from his pocket and sent a text message to him mother: 'All clear. Crisis averted.'
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I like leading you down false roads. It's fun :-)
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: I couldn't think of anything funny. So, yes please.
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink.
______________________________________________________________________
The young man sat, his head hanging low. He drank eagerly from a small tumbler for water in his hand. Slowly, his hand ran across his face. With a heavy sigh, he slammed the glass onto the table. "Okay. Here it goes. Many years ago, a meteor shower hit this country. Among those many meteors was something different. A space ship. Inside it was a small boy, the last of his race. His parents had sent him here in order to save his life. Now, after the ship crashed, two humans came across him. Simple farm people who had been out driving when the shower caught them by surprise. They took him home and raised him like a normal boy. But the soon noticed that their 'son' had special skills. He could lift hundreds of times his own weight, he could run as fast as an Amtrak train and could jump over their barn. Afraid that scientists would take the boy away from them, they made him promise to keep it all a secret."
The man sitting across from his barely moved, hardly breathed as the words came tumbling from his friend's mouth.
"When he got to high school, he found himself surrounded by people who needed his help. Slowly and discreetly, he used to powers to save his friends and fellow townspeople from all kinds of strange creatures and happenings. But he still finds pain and loneliness in having to keep his secret from his closest friends." He looked at his companion. "Until now."
The man across from him blinked once, then opened his mouth. "No."
The young man was flabbergasted. "No?"
"I just don't think it's a believable premise for a TV show, Lex." Clark scratched his forehead. "Besides, I don't think the 'townspeople' of Smallville will find it very amusing."
Lex Luthor nodded slowly as he picked up the glass from the table, taking another large gulp. "Oh well. It was worth a try."
"Why would you even be thinking about TV shows anyway? You barely watch it."
"Oh, my father bought me a TV station for my birthday."
"Kind of an odd gift."
"Yeah. Apparently I'm hard to buy for."
Clark sighed as he friend turned away. "Apparently." He slipped a cell phone from his pocket and sent a text message to him mother: 'All clear. Crisis averted.'
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I like leading you down false roads. It's fun :-)