My Antonia

By Sarah

Disclaimer:Yes, I own them. Hell has frozen over, the devil bought ice skates, and pigs can fly. That is why I am writing fanfiction and have no money. In other words- no, I don't own them. I do own Antonia, Melissa, and anyone you don't recognize. I owe the title to the Willa Cather book by the same name.

Summary: If you thought one Sullivan girl was bad, try having two, in the same small town...

******************* Chapter Three

Lex was in the dining room, well, one of them, when Antonia came down, true to her word, five minutes later. She was dressed in a black tank top and a red mini-skirt with black stilettos. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, held in place with three pencils. It looked like it hadn't been washed.

"If I hear one comment on how I look, there will be hell to pay," she slid into a chair gracefully, taking a swig of the coffee that was set down in front of her.

"I'm not gonna say a thing, but you look nice," Lex shook his head slightly to indicate he didn't want any more coffee and sent the cook out of the room.

"Oh, how nice of you to lie," she picked up a bagel and put cheese, olives, and mayo on it, "but thank you."

"Do you wanna travel with or without me?" he gave her his best puppy dog eye look.

Not looking at him, she took a bite of her sandwich, considering the option. "With, I wanna see the rumors we can start."

"You're worse than Britany Spears," Lex mumbled.

"I hope to God you didn't mean that," she shot him a "if looks could kill" look.

"So, we're Catholic now, huh?" he made the mistake of catching her eye.

"Yes, we are," Antonia's eyes narrowed. "What did you mean about Britany Spears?"

"You just wanna spread rumors like she does, and I hope that's the only area you two are alike in," Lex made a not-so-subtle glace at Antonia's chest.

"Just sit on it and twirl," she glared at him. "You suck."

"If I remember correctly, you don't," Lex winced as soon as he said that. "That's not what I meant," he was immediately at her side.

"I know," she shrugged. "Let's go, I'm not that hungry." She stood and left half her bagel sandwich on the table.

"Of course, your Bruce awaits," he joked as they walked into the hall. The servants took Lex's order's before he turned back to Tony.

"My Bruce?!? And here I thought you two had finally admitted to being a couple," Antonia laughed lightly. "Is Vicki coming to this ball?"

"We aren't a couple. Vicki, who?" Lex asked as they ran to the limo under the cover of an umbrella.

"Oh, Vicki, the bitch of the century, head so far up her own ass, future Mrs. Lex Luthor, don't make me say her last name," she clarified, settling into the car.

"I don't know. By the way her name is Victoria, and she is not the future Mrs. Lex Luthor. If I can't have you, I don't want anybody," he tried to joke.

"Except Bruce," her brown eyes glanced out of the window.

"Precisely," Lex Luthor picked up his laptop and cell. He planned to catch up on business the whole ride there.

The two friends settled down for the three hour drive. Lex talked on the phone and typed a lot as Antonia mentally prepared herself for the evening ahead. She also tied up some loose business ties and then left messages on the Sullivans' answering machine. They basically said where she was going, when she'd be back, and when she and Chloe were gonna sit down to that interview.

After what felt like forever to one and not enough time to the other, the car pulled up to the LuthorHotel. They didn't speak as Antonia got out and got an overnight bag. Lex kissed her cheek for a goodbye and drove off to his apartment.

"A brilliant mind a million and a half miles away," Antonia muttered.

When she got to her room, a hair stylist and designer were already there. "Trabajan," Antonia scolded them, basically she told them to work. The hair stylist sat her down and had her hair up in curlers in no time. She was told to shower now, but not to wash her hair. Back out in thirty minutes, Antonia sat back down as the stylist continued. When he was done, her hair looked like a hair-do Athena would want. Her dark hair was curled and pulled back in a classic Greek appearance.

The stylist also did her make-up, sheer red gloss on her lips and well defined eyes completed the facial part of the process. The designer then stepped up with a gorgeous ivory dress. The dress was low cut in the front and back, showing off her well-defined shoulders, and it swept the floor. It slit up the side to her upper thigh on one side, but if she stood still, the slit disappeared. It had a gold silk rope wrapped around to slim the dress down. The dress's sleeves had slits down to her elbows and then from her elbows to her wrists it connected again. Her shoes were gold and had straps that wrapped around her ankles. They were also stilettos, surprise, surprise.

When she was finally finished, it was six-o'clock and the limo had arrived to take her to the party. She arrived at the gala event in perfect time. As soon as she exited the limo, cameras were flashing in her face, and reporters were demanding answers. Out of nowhere, a tall, dark-haired man came to her rescue.

Once inside, Antonia turned to thank her savior. "Thank- Bruce!" she threw her arms around him.

"Hey, beautiful," Bruce Wayne returned his good friend's hug, while spinning her around.

"So, who's your date?" Tonia glanced around the crowded entrance when Bruce released her.

"Jenny Fishman," he nodded in the direction of the famous E! reporter. Antonia scanned the woman. She was a pretty blonde in a white dress that was not a good look for her coloring and type.

"Who dressed her?" Antonia asked, shocked anyone would think to dress a pale woman in a pale dress.

"Herself, I assume," Bruce looked very confused.

"I meant who designed the dress?" Tony clarified, mock-glaring at Bruce. Bruce kept his arm over her shoulder.

"I have no idea. Why?" his eyebrow raised.

"Oh, no reason. Is she as innocent as that dress implies," Antonia let her eyes not-so-subletly glance down.

"That's none of your business," he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, "but off the record, I have no idea."

"Fascinating," Tony just stared at him.

"So...Who's your date?" Bruce asked, dropping his arm as he gestured to Jenny.

"I am, and you knew that," Lex joined the two-some just before Jenny did. Lex shook his friend's hand, then slipped his arm around Antonia's waist. Bruce flinched slightly, then placed his arm around Jenny.

"Oh, come on, Lex. Let's dance," Antonia whispered as she heard the music from the other room.

"You can dance in that dress?" Lex asked, then swallowed audibly as Antonia took a step away from him, and her perfectly shaped leg was shown. "Never mind, I'm coming." Lex excused himself and Antonia.

"Bruce," Jenny said in a very sexy voice, "I wanna dance, too."

"Then, let's join them."

The orchestra had just started a salsa number as the two couples set up. Antonia was the best dancer of the four, closely followed by Bruce, then Lex, but Jenny couldn't even keep the beat. Antonia and Lex had such chemistry that eventually, the other couples stopped what they were doing and watched the two of them. Lex and Antonia made a fantastic pair; his bald head, fair skin, and rich blue eyes were perfectly accented by Antonia's thick black hair, dark skin, and dark brown eyes.

Her dress flared and allowed her movements to be a big and flowing as possible. Lex kept a straight face, but Tony just grinned like crazy. "Let's make some rumors fly," she whispered into Lex's ear.

"Too late, my dear," Lex smirked at her. When the dance was finished, they gracefully separated.

"Mind if I cut in?" Bruce asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I forget you two sometimes wanna dance together in more than the horizontal way," Antonia took a step backwards.

"I want to dance with you," Bruce grabbed her hand. "Lex and I save any dancing we do for business," he glanced at Lex.

Lex held up his hands in mock surrender, "I know when I've been defeated, and it is the waltz, which I remember is your song." He turned and asked Jenny to dance, and then pulled her over to the side to focus the attention on Antonia and Bruce. He felt a stab of jealousy hit his stomach, but he quickly shook it off.

While Antonia and Bruce had better style than Lex and Antonia, the other dancers were not as distracted by them because they lacked the passion and chemistry Lex and Antonia shared. When done, Bruce whispered something to Antonia, who just smirked. They walked over to Lex and Jenny, Jenny looked about ready to scream at Lex. The two couples then separated to do their mingling with the crowd.

Both couples danced a little more, partied a little more, and ate a little more, but they didn't see each other again until they were about to leave. Bruce was helping Jenny with her wrap when Lex and Antonia entered. Neither had a coat so they just waited patiently for Jenny and Bruce.

"Here's my card," Antonia said in French, handing her card with her cell phone number on it, circled.

"Thank you, I will definitely call you," Bruce accepted it and they kissed each other on the cheek. "We'll do something."

"Fantastic," Tony smiled, then she and Bruce ended their goodbyes and turned to their dates. The French had ended with their conversation, but Jenny was still looking like Bruce was speaking a foreign language.

"He's not getting any tonight," Lex mumbled.

"That was his goal, I think..." Antonia frowned slightly. "Oh, who cares, because you aren't either. Good night, Lex."

Lex and Antonia parted and got into their separate cars. Antonia went straight to the hotel, were she wearily went up to room and quickly undressed. She fell into the bed naked with her hair still up and her make- up still done. It was midnight. *****************

Antonia was forced out of sleep by a ringing somewhere, popping one eye open, she glared at the clock, which read 2:03. She picked up the hotel phone and accepted the call.

"Antonia, it's Lex, I have some bad news," Lex's voice was barely coming through the line.

"What's wrong? Where are you? What's the bad news?" Antonia sat straight up in bed. Her distressed state made her accent very thick, which in turn made it even harder to understand her.

"I just needed to tell you something before I go. Something that can't wait. There's something you need to know about Smallville and the people there," Lex paused.

"What is it, Alexander?" Antonia was practically shouting.

"There are these rocks that-" Lex's cell phone died.

"Alexander? Alexander!" Antonia shouted into the phone. "Damnit!" she exclaimed, slamming the phone into the receiver. Antonia called her limo driver and told him to meet her downstairs in five minutes.

Antonia jumped out of bed and into the bathroom. She glanced into the mirror and was surprised that her hair and make-up wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Climbing into a pair of black track pants and a bright blue tank top, Antonia kept walking around the room. Grabbing her cell phone and handbag, Antonia raced downstairs, in her comfy sneakers, and into her waiting limo.

"Bruce Wayne's apartment, please," she ordered. Antonia then tried calling Lex's cell again, but all she got was the annoying message that the customer she was trying to reach wasn't available. Antonia raced into the building, where security would've stopped her, but didn't when she showed then her pass from two years ago. She raced up to the fifth story, the climbed into the elevator and made to the penthouse.

She pounded on the door loud enough to wake the dead. "Open the hell up, Bruce Wayne," she yelled.

"One moment," Bruce finally mumbled, opening the door. "What are you doing here, Antonia?"

"Lex is gone, his cell phone is dead, and he said something about going somewhere," Antonia said.

"Why? What?" Bruce rubbed his face as he gestured for Antonia to come inside.

"Because Lex didn't sound right, I think he was kidnapped," she was royally pissed off.

"Give me a minute, okay?" Bruce held out a hand for her to pause. "I know what's going on, and all I can tell you is it's nothing to worry about, he's fine."

Antonia screamed, "He is not fine! He is never going to be fine! He does not disappear without his cell phone!" The woman stormed into the large apartment, taking up the large space in moments. The front room was decorated with furniture designed for looks not comfort, with its designer everything.

The young man immediately paused, "He didn't take his cell phone?" This was a non-existing occurence, Lex always had a fully charged cell phone...always.

"The battery died!" Antonia's yelling had died down, but she was now near hysterics.

"Call the FBI and then Lex's father. He called me and said something about going back to Smallville tonight. Let me call down there, see if anyone's seen him," Bruce assumed command.

Antonia picked up the phone before Bruce even finished. She had the FBI on the case in less than twenty minutes, and then, she called Lionel.

"Might I ask who dares to call me at this late hour," the voice of a man whose only goal was to spread evil, or so it seemed, came through.

"This is Antonia Tribiani, your goddaughter," the woman's voice came out dead. She rose from the uncomfortable seat she had taken on a couch, "This is about your son...He's missing."

"Give him a few hours, I'm sure he'll turn up," Lionel Luthor mentally scolded Antonia. The person next to him in bed shifted her body towards his.

"His cell phone is dead," Antonia offered, trying to give this heartless man a reason to care.

"Maybe he didn't want to be disturbed?" the elder Luthor male suggested, smiling as his bed companion woke up.

"Lionel...hang up the phone," the woman laughed lightly.

"Victoria!?" Antonia exclaimed, dropping the phone onto the floor. When she gathered herself enough to pick it up, Lionel had hung up. The young woman then decided she could no longer sit around this hospital-like apartment. She needed to talk to Chloe.

Leaving a message with Alfred to explain why she had left, Tony called the airport and booked a flight. She called the hotel and told the receptionist to send her luggage and belongings to the airport, and the payment had already been transferred. Antonia left Bruce's apartment and fell into the waiting limo. After boarding the plane, she remembered nothing until arriving in Smallville. ***************** A/N: I'm sorry for updating now, but between work and school, my free time no longer exists, and sleeping is an activity I no longer do.