Summary - When Lex meets a decidedly odd looking stranger in the Talon, he doesn't realise just how strange she really is!

Rating
- PG -13

Disclaimer
- I own nothing connected to smallville in any way shape or form!!

Review
- Yes Please!!! (God, how needy am I!)

Notes
- For those of whom need clarification in the name department, Sharnadantae is pronounced Sharna-dan- tay'. I know, my names are odd. (Just like me!)

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Dreamkinesis.

I get of the bus and I look around at the small town. Everything seems normal, but it can't be, not if the papers are anything to go by. That, and the man that I got talking to a few days ago in the little coffee shop. Who, with much melodrama, told me he had just left this place that I now stand in and had pronounced it Weird Central'. So here I am,slap bang in the middle of Smallville'. It is a surprisingly ordinary place for such a concentration of strange occurrences.

Well, first things first. Refreshment, and then some local knowledge on some kind of rental property or hotel. I would prefer my own house, could it be arranged, but I am thinking that there isn't so much renting potential in a place this humdrum. Well, Onwards and upwards' as the saying goes. Picking up my larger rucksack, a bulging black affair of many zips and pockets, I heft it onto my left shoulder. Then I turn my attention to the smaller rucksack of my ownership, this one is a simple thing of purple stained leather, I bring this one to my right shoulder. Adjusting my white leather shoulder bag to a more comfortable position in light of my recent burdens, my body decides that coffee looks very good from here. The Talon', ok your nearest,you get my vote. I walk over and go in, my luggage hinders me somewhat, but I manage. It's not like the extra weight is a problem, not for me anyway, it's just unwieldy when going though tight spaces.

I see the one free table, the place is bustling. I make a beeline for it and dump my to rucksacks onto the sofa I then sit in one of the two chairs that face each other over the table. I dig my wallet out from my white leather bag and head to the counter. I don't think leaving my stuff unattended should be a problem in this town, but I keep my white bag close to me. I really don't want to loose what few personal items I have. I confess that I am a person who needs there stuff'. I have an entourage of stuff' that follows me everywhere. Unfortunately I have a limit to the amount because I travel around so much. I would prefer to own more. As it is, because I have few money problems, thanks to my nan's inheritance and my parents deaths. Hmmmm, morbid and sorrowful subject, scratch it for the moment. Anyway, as I was saying. Because I have few money problems, my stuff' is state of the art in the gadgetry sense, and so hence, the smallest available.

Laptop (Apple of course!), ipod, GPS tracker and digital map, cell phone, current journal, pen, glasses, wallet and ID, digital camera and umbrella. That would have to be my list of white bag essentials. Anything else goes in the rucksacks, to be retrieved when needed.

My thoughts are brought back to coffee when I realise that the pretty brunette who is gawking at me is also asking for my order. Erhm, a quad espresso with a shot of chocolate and one of caramel syrup, if you please. I needed a pick me up.

Wow, I think you just broke chloe's record for how much caffeine you can get in one mug! She continues to just stair at me.

The waitress seems surprised by my order, but I just give her a smirk and reply Well it takes a truck load of caffein to make much of an impact on me, it's an unfortunate after affect of my unusual genetics. I subtly refer to my almost unique colouring, a fact that has lead to many of the patrons of this establishment into a seemingly endless round of starring. But that' I am used to. My comment does it's job and flusters the waitress somewhat, as she now only realised that she had been being rude. As I pay for my coffee I return to my seat, put down my beverage after a quick sip, and then get out my cherished laptop. As it boots up I check over my stuff, yep all there.

It's a shame, I am aware, that I am taking up such a large table all by myself. So I decide to shift my bags to the floor besides my plush chair and make myself as unimposing as possible. But I doubt that, even if they were desperate, the people of this small town would want to sit with such an obvious freak, and an apparently wealthy one at that. Plus I am a stranger here, a very strange' stranger. I take another sip of my coffee and look over my latest batch of digital photographs taken on my journey here.

As I work on them I twist one of the many white feathers that I have woven into my short hair. I do suppose that most people think that I should dye my stark white hair and put makeup on to cover my iridescent ivory skin. Hide my Lilac iris's with normal coloured contacts. But I am not most people. If I am going to stand out, then I might as well go the whole hog so to speak. So I adorn my short white hair with white feathers, small downy feathers higher up and short flight feathers around my neck and temples. Silver, pearl and crystal beads are also shimmering though out my locks. All this goes very well with my fitted full length white leather coat, tight white hipster pants, with silver buckles running up the out side of the right leg and a stylised dragon in lilac, pearl and silver on the left. The big contrast to these is my chinese style lilac silk top. It shows just enough cleavage though the knotted rope ties to draw the eye, but not enough to be slutty or obvious. My beaded and feathered fringed belt hangs languorously from my hips, softly twinkling and fluttering as I move. Lastly are my simply cut, unadorned white leather ankle boots, mostly hidden under the bottom of my pant legs. So, as you can tell, I stick out like a sore thumb in any place, but especially in this quaint cow town.

I click my white nail polished fingers together in an unconscious habit to aid my memory. At this time I hadn't realised that one particular person was watching this habit with fascination.

Lex looked around the Talon in a curiously glance while he ordered his coffee. He had been going over the books in his office, it all seemed satisfactory enough. Just as he was about to pick up his coffee Lex noticed the shock of white feathery hair and the clicking white nails. They belonged to a very out of place person indeed. This was not a person who was from Smallville, and since Lex notice that all other seats were seemingly taken, except for the ones surrounding this odd personality. He decided to indulge his curiosity, and he picked up his coffee and walked over to her table.

May I join you? I heard the question and looked up from my photos and ceased my nail clicking. The sight that graced my eyes was the face of a handsome, if very bald young man, though it did seem to suit him. From the clothes he wore he had to be very wealthy. Sure, be my guess, it's not as if these not plenty of space. And I am never adverse to good company. He smirks a little at that and proceeded to arrange himself gracefully in the seat opposite mine. I look down at my laptop and save my work, I can see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, he looks amused if anything. I shut down my laptop and pick up my own coffee again to drink. It's cold, it doesn't bother me though. I will drink just about anything, as long as it's not aniseed (Ugghh!!) flavoured, I am much pickier about my food though it has to be said.

So what brings you to Smallville Miss ...... He politely lets the unfinished sentence inquire after my name.

Draconetti, Sharnadantae Amaranth Draconetti. His eyebrow go up in slight disbelief and the smirk only gets bigger. I know, a mouthful and a half isn't it. But suits me down to the ground in the freaky uniqueness' stakes though, wouldn't you agree? A small chuckle escapes his lips and he nods his handsome bald head slightly.

Yes, to that I would have to agree, but that still doesn't tell me why' your here. His good natured reminder brings back my focus to his inquiry.

Well, I say as there is any particular reason for sure, I heard some stuff about the weirdness that seems to spring up around here, and I wondered if I might meet any like minded souls seeing as I am somewhat an odd bod myself. Other than that, I am someone who is mostly always on the move, I don't have a home as such anymore, and here seemed as good a place as any to journey to. I finish my vague explanation with a shrug of my white leather clad shoulders. What I told him was the truth, he just doesn't realise that I am a unique in more than just appearance.

Smallville does have have more than it's fair share of the unusual that's for sure. His voice was wonderful to listen to, it has such a wonderful rhythmic quality to it. Suddenly he looked as though he had just realised something and he spoke again I am terribly sorry, I haven't introduced myself, how rude of me. Lex Luthor, pleased to meet you Miss Draconetti As I shake the offered hand across the table my mind pauses. His name is vaguely familiar to me, and now that I think about it so is his face. Where have I heard that name before?' I wonder silently to myself. He seems to notice my puzzled expression and tilts his head in an unspoken question.

Your name, and you as a mater of fact, seem oddly familiar. Have you been in the papers recent ly Mr Luthor? Not that I am the greatest follower of the press, but still. His face cracks a wide and genuine smile an he chuckles again.

Yes, you could say that Miss Draconetti, and please, call me Lex. His enjoyment and continued amusement at my reaction to him is evident in his voice as he give me the cryptic answer. I decide to answer his name quip with my own as I search my memory for any connection.

I'll call you Lex' if you call me Tae', and just give me a minute, I'll place you. He waits, watches me as my mind works itself over and I hunch my brows in concentration. I start my nails clicking again. Lex Luthor, Luthor, a rich handsome young bald guy named Lex Luthor, Luthor, Lex, Lex, Luthor' then PLINK, the penny drops and his smirk is back as he sees the recognition hit my face. Ah! That Lex Luthor, of Luthor and Lexcorp fame, billionaire press avoider and fellow odd bod! I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he just raises one of his at me and give me another hugely amused smirk. He really does have the whole range of smirks down pat doesn't he. Sorry for not getting there sooner, but as I said before, I am not much of a paper hound. I apologise for my dimness, but he doesn't seem to mind that I didn't know who he was from the get go. I'd say if anything he thought it was a refreshing change.

That's ok Tae, I'm just glad that you don't hold it against me. A lot of people wouldn't give me the time of day because of my last name. At that, his expression turned thoughtful, and his eyes dimmed fractionally.

I never judge people by who they know or what people say about them. I may look different, but it doesn't mean that I eat children, that I am a devil worshiper or that I am deranged, as some people think it does. So I know from whence you hail in that respect. He nods and sips his coffee, a small smile coming back to his face. I decide to change the subject Assuming that you live around here, could you tell me of any hotels or renting property that there might be. I am in need of room and board, this you may have deduced from our conversation and my bulging packs there. As I finnish my sentence I motion to the bags sitting next to me.

Oh, there's an adequate hotel here, but if you like you are more that welcome to stay with me, it's not like I don't have the space and it would be no bother. Lex let his question hang in the air between them. He had to admit to himself that he was intrigued by the woman who sat across from him and he wanted to know her better. She was not only beautiful, but refreshing and unassuming. And he was in the mood for some congenial company.

Well, if your sure, that really would be great. It will sure save me some money, but I have to tell you now that I don't know how long I plan on sticking around, so If I over stay my welcome Lex, then don't hesitate to boot me out ok! I was surprised by his offer, but hey! free room and board is fine by me, and I somehow doubt that I'll be roughing it either. It seems my trip to the coffee shop was a very good idea.

Well, I need to be heading back to the mansion now anyway, if you want to come back with me and get settled in. He stands up in one fluid movement as he says this and I think that I'll take him up on his offer.

Yep, sounds like a good plan to me. I pack away my laptop and start to heft on my two packs when he grabs the bigger one from me and swings it onto his shoulder. I am amused to see his brows go up in surprise when he feels the weight of it.

God what have you got in here, rocks or something? His question is quite justified, my large pack would be very heavy for someone who didn't have my little talent.

Ah no, but not a bad equivalent, sorry, I should have warned you about that! We walk out of the door and he leads me to a small silver sports car. Very nice, you have good taste in cars I see He smiles at my comment and opens the passenger door for me after he dumps my pack onto the back seat of the convertible. I put my small pack in by its friend and then get in the gorgeous car. He shuts the door and proceeds to his own. I still find American cars strange, they still seem all the wrong way round.

Lex noticed Tae's quizzical expression and couldn't help but indulge his curiosity. You look like you never saw the inside of a car before. He let his humour colour his tone.

I just can't get used to the driver being on the wrong side. I say, reverting back to my native English accent.

Ah ha, so you hail from England, your accent is flawless by the way, your metropolis ascent I mean. I never would have guessed. Lex was impressed, he wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't have guessed that she was not American. It only made him like her further.

Well I only wish I was as good at languages as I am at accents. I reply as he guns the accelerator and we speed off down Smallville's main street.


TBC.......

Authors note - well, what do you think? Want me to go on?