Title: Sweet Miseries
By: Amanda
Feedback: sweety167@yahoo.ca
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to DC Comics: Superman, Smallville, or Batman. But I do own Anna Clarkson and the idea for this fic.
Summary: Future Fic. Nine years into the future…Chloe's getting married, Clark is Superman, and Lex is a little evil… *3rd Part of The Handmaid Trilogy*
Chapter Completed: June 26, 2003
Lucas Luthor grumbled from his seat in the lobby. He hated being back in Edge City, for any length of time, but big brother Lex had insisted that the boy go back and settle all debts. And there sure were a lot – even some legal. So here the fallen prodigal son sat waiting in the lobby of the Liberty Building for his legal representation.
The suit was late. It figured. Lex did hire the guy and as business suave as he was, he didn't hold a corporate candle to Lionel. Lucas' mouth twisted into a grin, if the old guy weren't dead he would have fixed this whole mess for the youngest Luthor. Instead he was left cooling his heels thanks to the new head of the Luthor family.
Again, Lucas sighed angrily, slouching farther back into the ugly vinyl chair. He glared as the business suits paraded in front of him. Sorry little shits who had to work for everything they got: unlike his newly acquired silver platter. He could almost feel sorry for them if he didn't find it so god damn funny.
He had fallen into a fit of laughter, getting unnoticed leers from the businessmen and women. He only stopped when he spotted her. A fine looking blonde in a short pinstripe skirt and fitted professional style blouse. Hot class if he ever saw it.
And it was at that moment that Lex's words resurfaced in his head. A warning about messing around with models and wannabe actresses forever. Apparently the hypocrite thought it was time for Lucas to go after a girl of substance. He laughed right at him then, but from his seat he may just have found her. The classic Luthor smirk formed on the twenty-five year-old's face as he watched the woman walk past him: long legs and swaying hips. He was content with just watching her when fate opened the door for meeting her – without seeming like a stalker.
With far less grace then she seemed capable of, the woman dropped her arm-full of folders, sending the spill across the waxed floor.
"Damn," she cursed under her breath, the frustration of dropping everything on top of already being late.
At that moment Lucas swooped in, "Let me get that." Sure, he wasn't a helpful person but he wasn't one to be stupid enough to pass up an opportunity either. He crouched down to start collecting the fallen mess, taking full advantage of his position to get an eyeful. Her well-shaped legs were at touching distance, and he smiled with a devilish grin. Maybe these women of substance weren't all bad.
Rising to his feet he scanned over her body; looking her over like she was one of his model-actresses.
"Lucas," he held out the stack of files, "Lucas Luthor."
"Thanks," she simply grabbed the pile and started toward the elevators.
Her lack of reaction to the name drop shocked him. Usually women dropped their panties at the mere mention of the Luthor name – at the very least to their knees. But this one didn't even fluster.
Not being one to back down – even if it is for the best – he followed. Stopping only to pick up what his foot kicked across the floor: keys. He scooped up the small ring, examining the pewter key-chain. He was sure he had seen that torch icon before, just wasn't sure where.
"Hey!" he called out to her, never having learned her name, as he rushed to the elevators, "Wait!"
She rolled her eyes, hoping to escape the leering male. She had put up with enough hormone driven, power hungry males in her lifetime to know she should avoid the one coming at her. Even if the name hadn't tipped her off, and made her running scared. Quickly she pushed the button to close the metallic doors, ignoring the calls to her.
"Dropped your keys," Lucas announced, shaking the keys in front of the closing doors with a smug look on his face.
She noticed that in fact her keys were missing from her things, "Shit!" and this time her curse wasn't under her breath, it was rather loud actually. She didn't want to have to deal with this Lucas, but she wasn't about to let go of those keys either. With a loud, angry sigh she pressed the button to reopen the doors.
"Keys," she held her hand out expectantly.
His smile spread wider across his face. He had her. "Not so fast," he pulled the dangling object back, out of her reach, "I think you owe me a thank you."
She squared her jaw – she really was not in the mood for games, especially the games of a Luthor. Through gritted teeth she squeezed out a, "thank you," before reaching for the keys again.
He let her grab them, but still held on to his end, "I don't think she means it." His smile and tone was teasing, and oblivious to how much it was really pissing her off.
"Could you let go?" she fought the urge to growl at him, figuring he'd enjoy it. Her hand was still bracing the door open as she stood between the metal doors, which were fighting to continue to another floor. Seems she wasn't the only one in a hurry here.
"Sure," he sighed a little, noticing that she wouldn't give up the fight all that easily but that intrigued him more. "Just one more thing," he added before actually handing them over, "Give me a call sometime. We might be able to use you in the family business," he dug into his pocket and pulled out a business card, which he handed to he along with the keys.
She greedily stole back her keys, relieved to have the priceless treasure back in her possession and quickly pressed the 'door close' button.
"It's my brother's number there…just leave a message for Lucas," he made one more attempt before she was gone from the lobby.
The rather young business-woman leaned against the back wall of the elevator, letting out a relaxed sigh. She was finally away from this Lucas. She even let a content smile spread on her face. Then she remembered the card that she was, surprisingly, clenching in her hand. The smile slipped. It had been nine years without any contact to that family, and now, today, she was holding an assumed business card in her hand. A link. Ignoring the warnings going off in her head she read the embossed print. Lex Luthor, C.E.O. It was right there, Metropolis phone number and all. Lex.
Unaware to it, another smile spread over her lips.
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A/N: Let me know if this has interested anyone. It's been a long while since I dove back into the fanfic word, as a writer anyway. And I feel like I'm just getting my feet wet again.
