The Godsister
Chapter II
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Kit sat in a corner, watching the bustling activity.
Pete had gone to flirt with a pretty junior and Chloe was badgering a boy about the article he had promised her for the Torch.
She sighed and went back to people gazing. Eventually, her eyes came to rest on a young man comfortably seated in a plush red chair.
He, unlike most of the Talon's customers, was smartly dressed in a deep blue button up shirt and navy blazer. His smooth head shone in the florescent lights of the Talon as he flipped through the newspaper.
- Probably the stock section – She thought absently.
Once again, she glanced around the room at the people filling the room. They were mostly students, made restless by the warm weather. Your usual, everyday, run-of-the-mill type of people.
Once again, her eyes came to rest on the young man as he stood and placed the Daily Planet back on its shelf and settled back down as a waitress came with his order.
- He moves in such a relaxed, confident way – She thought as she continued toe admire him. If she had stopped her people gazing to ask herself why she found him so interesting, she would find she didn't have an answer.
Just then, Chloe returned, holding her long awaited article triumphantly.
"I stood over him as he wrote every single last word" were her first words as she came back. "Truth be told, our school *does* have a lot of talented writers, but you just have to kick butt so much to get them started." She finished happily.
"I'm infatuated." Was Kit's reply.
Chloe didn't miss a beat. "With?" She prompted, following Kit's gaze. After singling him out, she nearly choked on her coffee.
At that moment, he stood and walked over to their table.
"Hot?" He asked pleasantly.
"A bit." Chloe choked out.
"Maybe you should get a water."
"Um – y-yeah. I guess I will." She said and hurried away.
The young man waited until Kit had received her order before addressing her.
"You do know that it's rude to stare."
Kit shrugged. "Sorry. I was people gazing."
A slight smirk lighted on his face. "Are the people of Smallville that interesting?"
She shrugged again. "Compared to some people I've known, not really. But from what Chloe has told me – I assume you know her – and compared to most others... yeah."
The young man's smirk broadened and he pulled up a chair.
"May I?" He asked.
Kit nodded and he sat.
"Lex Luthor." He held out a hand.
Smiling, she took it. "Kit. It's nice to meet you, Lex."
He was pleasantly surprised that she didn't bother with the 'Mr. Luthor' or 'Sir's. She didn't seem to react to his name at all.
Curiosity nagged at him. "No surname?" He asked conversationally.
Kit rolled her eyes before answering. "You don't know how many times I've been asked that."
"And?" Lex prompted.
Kit sighed and brushed her bangs from her eyes. "The truth is, I have several. So I just stick to Kit."
"Truly, you've peaked my curiosity, but I won't ask at the moment." After a moment, "I don't think I've seen you around before." He remarked.
Kit grinned. "That's cuz I'm semi-new." When he continued to gaze, she continued. "I used to come here with my – parents, to visit every summer. Then they died when I was, oh, twelve or so, and I was left with a temperamental aunt before being sent off to a boarding school in England, where I've lived semi-happily ever after until today." She gave a dry smile. "And that's my life story up til now."
"Ah, so that explains the accent."
"That's what usually happens when you spend about five years in the United Kingdom." She said wryly.
Lex laughed at her tone. "I guess so." He answered.
Just then, Clark came up. "Hey Lex." He glanced over his shoulder. "Kit, we're going to have to leave soon, or else mom and dad will think I've already lost you."
Lex leaned back in his chair, surveying the pair before him.
"So," He said slowly, "You're *that* Kit. Clark's been talking about you nonstop."
"Oh really?" Kit raised an eyebrow. "What does he have to say?"
"He says you're interested in swordplay."
Kit brushed her bangs back and glanced at Clark. "Actually, I like swords and I'd like to *learn* 'swordplay'. I think it's pretty amazing to watch; it's like an art, even when it turns fierce."
Lex nodded in agreement. "Well, I've got a pretty nice collection back at the manor, if I do say so myself. I also study the... art of fencing, so if you're ever passing by, just drop in."
Kit grinned. "Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that offer." Suddenly she frowned. "Luthor.. that name sounds familiar."
Lex cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. "You seriously don't know the name?"
Kit sighed. "I told you, I've been away from the States a bit too long. It's become one of those things I should know but don't."
Lex grinned. "I guess we'll just have to reeducate you in the... customs of this country."
"Yeah," She snorted, "Just give me a quick course in U.S. Anthropology."
"I'd be honored to take that job upon myself."
Clark looked at him suspiciously as Kit laughed. "Lex, are you flirting with my godsister?"
Lex feigned surprise. "What makes you think that?"
"Well, I'm asking because it might be considered illegal." He said with a grin.
"Not if I don't take it any further."
"Whoa, this is serious," Clark teased, "It's a rare thing the Lex Luthor overestimates a female's age."
Kit started. "What? I haven't been following."
Clark smirked in response. "Lex, I dare you to guess her age."
"I'd say... 19."
Clark shook his head. "Younger, Lex. She's younger than me."
Lex's eyes widened slightly. "Younger than...?"
"Not even by six months, Clark Kent, so don't you even *think* about it!" Kit cut in fiercely.
"Think about what?"
"So she's still a minor –" Clark continued to tease until Kit's elbow met with his ribs.
After the pair had calmed down a bit – which meant Clark had stopped laughing hysterically and Kit was no longer sending him death glare – Lex asked, "Curiosity is usually considered to be something that'll kill you, but all of the Kent's seem to have a mystery or two to them. So I'll ask: what was it Kit here didn't want to be called?" He queried, resting his elbows on the table.
Clark whapped his hand over Kit's face as she opened her mouth to reply. She glared up at him.
"Don't be mad, I'll only tell Lex." He responded cheerfully to her die- clark-die look.
"Well, when I was old enough to realize that age made a difference – Pete flaunted his month over me constantly when we were seven – I looked for someone younger than me but close in age to flaunt it over infuriatingly. Lana was too nice and I didn't see her often enough, anyway, and there weren't a lot of others who I saw regularly. Then came Kit. Ever since I realized she was a whole half a year –"
"- five – mmf – monfs – mm! –" She squealed indignantly from behind his hand –
"- older than her, I began to call her youngling."
Kit was positively smoldering.
"She liked it alright at first," He continued with a smirk, "but I guess she finally grew up – at least a little bit – and tried to ban me from ever calling her that again. She appealed to everyone she knew – even my mom – but they all thought it was cute. So my mom said that when she turned eighteen – if anyone still remembered it at all – they'd have to drop it. It was kind of fun, because my mom drew up a whole contract to go with it and everything, so we felt pretty grown up signing it."
Clark sighed. "Those were the days" and removed his hand from Kit's mouth. She promptly stuck her tongue out at him.
"So," Lex mused, "How much longer is the name going to be valid?"
"Another six months." Clark blurted, ducking as Kit swatted at him.
"Five." She corrected. "My birthday is in July."
Lex watched them. "You certainly are cheerful today, Clark." He finally spoke. "What happened? Did Lana finally profess her undying love to you?"
Clark reddened and laughed. "I wish. Nah, I'm just glad my godsis is back after passing five lonely years without her." He reached out and hugged her around the shoulders. "It's really easy to miss you, you know." He murmured.
"I can say the same for you." She laughed back, leaning into his embrace.
Lex watched in silence, his face impassive.
Finally, he stood.
"Well, it was truly a pleasure to meet you, Kit." He said, grabbing his coat. "I can honestly say that I hope to see you again, soon."
Kit grinned. "Same here, Lex. By the way, why does the name 'Luthor' strike somewhere? I never did get an answer."
Lex's smile was a bit crooked as he answered. "I believe some people refer to us, in some of the less colorful tones, as in 'Luthor-owns-everything- incorporated'. The title varies somewhat."
Kit's eyebrows rose a notch. "Really? And In though you were just sharing a private joke with Clark when you said the 'Manor'."
If Lex had been expecting more of a reaction, it didn't show on his face.
"Nope," He said with a sigh, shrugging into his jacket. "It's the real thing, shipped brick by brick all the way from Scotland, the traditional home of my great Luthor ancestors." The sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss.
Kit shrugged. "Sounds... interesting."
She was rewarded by a brief smile.
"It was nice to meet you, Kit." He repeated. "Clark."
"Yeah, see you later Lex." The two stood and watched as he pulled away in his silver corvette.
"Hey," He said, turning back to his godsister, "We'd better get going too. Kit?"
"Yeah, I heard you, Clark." She replied, staring out the window after the quickly disappearing license plate reading, 'LL'.
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Second chapter complete! 'An Acquaintance' is over.
Not my favorite chapter, but the better ones are yet to come, so please, any who read this, bear with me, kay? I like chapter three better; read it! Then review! Or flame!
Regular disclaimers apply
Chapter II
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Kit sat in a corner, watching the bustling activity.
Pete had gone to flirt with a pretty junior and Chloe was badgering a boy about the article he had promised her for the Torch.
She sighed and went back to people gazing. Eventually, her eyes came to rest on a young man comfortably seated in a plush red chair.
He, unlike most of the Talon's customers, was smartly dressed in a deep blue button up shirt and navy blazer. His smooth head shone in the florescent lights of the Talon as he flipped through the newspaper.
- Probably the stock section – She thought absently.
Once again, she glanced around the room at the people filling the room. They were mostly students, made restless by the warm weather. Your usual, everyday, run-of-the-mill type of people.
Once again, her eyes came to rest on the young man as he stood and placed the Daily Planet back on its shelf and settled back down as a waitress came with his order.
- He moves in such a relaxed, confident way – She thought as she continued toe admire him. If she had stopped her people gazing to ask herself why she found him so interesting, she would find she didn't have an answer.
Just then, Chloe returned, holding her long awaited article triumphantly.
"I stood over him as he wrote every single last word" were her first words as she came back. "Truth be told, our school *does* have a lot of talented writers, but you just have to kick butt so much to get them started." She finished happily.
"I'm infatuated." Was Kit's reply.
Chloe didn't miss a beat. "With?" She prompted, following Kit's gaze. After singling him out, she nearly choked on her coffee.
At that moment, he stood and walked over to their table.
"Hot?" He asked pleasantly.
"A bit." Chloe choked out.
"Maybe you should get a water."
"Um – y-yeah. I guess I will." She said and hurried away.
The young man waited until Kit had received her order before addressing her.
"You do know that it's rude to stare."
Kit shrugged. "Sorry. I was people gazing."
A slight smirk lighted on his face. "Are the people of Smallville that interesting?"
She shrugged again. "Compared to some people I've known, not really. But from what Chloe has told me – I assume you know her – and compared to most others... yeah."
The young man's smirk broadened and he pulled up a chair.
"May I?" He asked.
Kit nodded and he sat.
"Lex Luthor." He held out a hand.
Smiling, she took it. "Kit. It's nice to meet you, Lex."
He was pleasantly surprised that she didn't bother with the 'Mr. Luthor' or 'Sir's. She didn't seem to react to his name at all.
Curiosity nagged at him. "No surname?" He asked conversationally.
Kit rolled her eyes before answering. "You don't know how many times I've been asked that."
"And?" Lex prompted.
Kit sighed and brushed her bangs from her eyes. "The truth is, I have several. So I just stick to Kit."
"Truly, you've peaked my curiosity, but I won't ask at the moment." After a moment, "I don't think I've seen you around before." He remarked.
Kit grinned. "That's cuz I'm semi-new." When he continued to gaze, she continued. "I used to come here with my – parents, to visit every summer. Then they died when I was, oh, twelve or so, and I was left with a temperamental aunt before being sent off to a boarding school in England, where I've lived semi-happily ever after until today." She gave a dry smile. "And that's my life story up til now."
"Ah, so that explains the accent."
"That's what usually happens when you spend about five years in the United Kingdom." She said wryly.
Lex laughed at her tone. "I guess so." He answered.
Just then, Clark came up. "Hey Lex." He glanced over his shoulder. "Kit, we're going to have to leave soon, or else mom and dad will think I've already lost you."
Lex leaned back in his chair, surveying the pair before him.
"So," He said slowly, "You're *that* Kit. Clark's been talking about you nonstop."
"Oh really?" Kit raised an eyebrow. "What does he have to say?"
"He says you're interested in swordplay."
Kit brushed her bangs back and glanced at Clark. "Actually, I like swords and I'd like to *learn* 'swordplay'. I think it's pretty amazing to watch; it's like an art, even when it turns fierce."
Lex nodded in agreement. "Well, I've got a pretty nice collection back at the manor, if I do say so myself. I also study the... art of fencing, so if you're ever passing by, just drop in."
Kit grinned. "Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that offer." Suddenly she frowned. "Luthor.. that name sounds familiar."
Lex cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. "You seriously don't know the name?"
Kit sighed. "I told you, I've been away from the States a bit too long. It's become one of those things I should know but don't."
Lex grinned. "I guess we'll just have to reeducate you in the... customs of this country."
"Yeah," She snorted, "Just give me a quick course in U.S. Anthropology."
"I'd be honored to take that job upon myself."
Clark looked at him suspiciously as Kit laughed. "Lex, are you flirting with my godsister?"
Lex feigned surprise. "What makes you think that?"
"Well, I'm asking because it might be considered illegal." He said with a grin.
"Not if I don't take it any further."
"Whoa, this is serious," Clark teased, "It's a rare thing the Lex Luthor overestimates a female's age."
Kit started. "What? I haven't been following."
Clark smirked in response. "Lex, I dare you to guess her age."
"I'd say... 19."
Clark shook his head. "Younger, Lex. She's younger than me."
Lex's eyes widened slightly. "Younger than...?"
"Not even by six months, Clark Kent, so don't you even *think* about it!" Kit cut in fiercely.
"Think about what?"
"So she's still a minor –" Clark continued to tease until Kit's elbow met with his ribs.
After the pair had calmed down a bit – which meant Clark had stopped laughing hysterically and Kit was no longer sending him death glare – Lex asked, "Curiosity is usually considered to be something that'll kill you, but all of the Kent's seem to have a mystery or two to them. So I'll ask: what was it Kit here didn't want to be called?" He queried, resting his elbows on the table.
Clark whapped his hand over Kit's face as she opened her mouth to reply. She glared up at him.
"Don't be mad, I'll only tell Lex." He responded cheerfully to her die- clark-die look.
"Well, when I was old enough to realize that age made a difference – Pete flaunted his month over me constantly when we were seven – I looked for someone younger than me but close in age to flaunt it over infuriatingly. Lana was too nice and I didn't see her often enough, anyway, and there weren't a lot of others who I saw regularly. Then came Kit. Ever since I realized she was a whole half a year –"
"- five – mmf – monfs – mm! –" She squealed indignantly from behind his hand –
"- older than her, I began to call her youngling."
Kit was positively smoldering.
"She liked it alright at first," He continued with a smirk, "but I guess she finally grew up – at least a little bit – and tried to ban me from ever calling her that again. She appealed to everyone she knew – even my mom – but they all thought it was cute. So my mom said that when she turned eighteen – if anyone still remembered it at all – they'd have to drop it. It was kind of fun, because my mom drew up a whole contract to go with it and everything, so we felt pretty grown up signing it."
Clark sighed. "Those were the days" and removed his hand from Kit's mouth. She promptly stuck her tongue out at him.
"So," Lex mused, "How much longer is the name going to be valid?"
"Another six months." Clark blurted, ducking as Kit swatted at him.
"Five." She corrected. "My birthday is in July."
Lex watched them. "You certainly are cheerful today, Clark." He finally spoke. "What happened? Did Lana finally profess her undying love to you?"
Clark reddened and laughed. "I wish. Nah, I'm just glad my godsis is back after passing five lonely years without her." He reached out and hugged her around the shoulders. "It's really easy to miss you, you know." He murmured.
"I can say the same for you." She laughed back, leaning into his embrace.
Lex watched in silence, his face impassive.
Finally, he stood.
"Well, it was truly a pleasure to meet you, Kit." He said, grabbing his coat. "I can honestly say that I hope to see you again, soon."
Kit grinned. "Same here, Lex. By the way, why does the name 'Luthor' strike somewhere? I never did get an answer."
Lex's smile was a bit crooked as he answered. "I believe some people refer to us, in some of the less colorful tones, as in 'Luthor-owns-everything- incorporated'. The title varies somewhat."
Kit's eyebrows rose a notch. "Really? And In though you were just sharing a private joke with Clark when you said the 'Manor'."
If Lex had been expecting more of a reaction, it didn't show on his face.
"Nope," He said with a sigh, shrugging into his jacket. "It's the real thing, shipped brick by brick all the way from Scotland, the traditional home of my great Luthor ancestors." The sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss.
Kit shrugged. "Sounds... interesting."
She was rewarded by a brief smile.
"It was nice to meet you, Kit." He repeated. "Clark."
"Yeah, see you later Lex." The two stood and watched as he pulled away in his silver corvette.
"Hey," He said, turning back to his godsister, "We'd better get going too. Kit?"
"Yeah, I heard you, Clark." She replied, staring out the window after the quickly disappearing license plate reading, 'LL'.
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Second chapter complete! 'An Acquaintance' is over.
Not my favorite chapter, but the better ones are yet to come, so please, any who read this, bear with me, kay? I like chapter three better; read it! Then review! Or flame!
Regular disclaimers apply