Title: Pete and the magic mushrooms, or, The Case of the Fateful Fungi!
Rating: R to be safe.
Author: Asharnanae.
Archive: Go ahead.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Do you think it would be going how it is??? So no, I do not own smallville in any way shape or form!
Summary: This is a chlex and clana piece, so if you don't do those ships, look away now! That said, This one is Pete centric for the most part, I think he needs more story lines. Don't ask where this one came from, suffice to say it was a strange place. Pete, Magic mushies and some seriously weird shit!
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Chapter 1. Lucky in lunch?
Pete's stomach growled for the fifth time as he sat in his room doing some homework. It was a particularly boring peace of English homework, comparing too miserable boring poems, and evaluating them. He had forgotten to do it yesterday because he, Chloe, Clark and Lana had all gone to the cinema. It had taken some convincing to get Chloe to come, as she hadn't wanted to go. Pete winced as he remembered her vehement statement Pete, if I had wanted to die from drowning in other people's drool I would have sign myself up as an escort to Jolene Blalock when she's attending the UberGeek with a drool problem' convention! Not to mention the hideous cow eyes! Please, I would rather die.' It was only when he had said that he had promised Clark he'd go, and didn't want feel like a third wheel that Chloe had sighed heavily and caved. But, she had made the concession that he had to owe her a big favour. Suddenly Pete heard his mom call him down for lunch.
Lunch time everyone, come and get it now! Jumping up, stomach growling loudly in joy, Pete thundered down the stairs and made his way quickly to the dinning table. He saw his Mom had laid out soup bowls and was just coming through with a large basin of piping hot soup. Resting the soup on the table she waited until pete sat down until she severed his to him. Pete at this point was the only one at the table, as the others of his family were all outside enjoying the sunday sun. That didn't stop him starting on his though, the mushroom soup smelled really great, even if it wasn't something he had the greatest love for.
Dang, bread, I'll be back in a minuet. Pete honey, watch the soup for me would you. Pete nodded absent ly in his mom's direction, his focus still firmly on his food, mmmm, soooo good, I love mom's cooking.' He didn't even get startled by his brothers pileing in from the back yard with a tad to much enthusiasm.
Take that back you brainless idiot! I am so right and your wrong, it's not even a contest! His two fighting siblings Sam and Mike were pushing and shoving each other roughly as they entered the room. This had the unfortunate affect of Sam pushing mike a little to hard, sending mike on a collision course with the table, and the mushroom soup. Just before Mike hit the table, two things happened. Firstly, Pete finished his soup and laid his spoon neatly back in the bowl, smiling widely in contentment of a lovely meal. The second was There mom coming back in with the bread and watching in horror as her son careened into the unsuspecting liquid mushroom goodness that sat harmlessly minding it's own business on the table.
The soup went flying. As did the table, and everything on it. Sam's eyes widened comically as he watched his brother fall backwards to the floor after impacting with the table and the soup. He stood riveted to the spot as the hot meal went sloshing over not only the floor, but the ceiling and some of the wall as well, not to mention all over Pete. The last spatters landed with horrific finality on his mom's new shoes. Cutlery and china punctuated the whole debacle with a flurry of discordant sounds as they smashed, crashed and clanked to the ground.
Pete Immediately jumped up and Ran towards the shower, cursing continuously until he finally got under the spray cold water that removed the burning mushroom soup from his person. Meanwhile, his brothers where getting chewed out by his mother. After the fierce dressing down and stern warning, they got the job of cleaning up the spilled lunch. They failed to notice, just as Pete had done earlier, the fine iridescent green sheen that the soup had. The small spot they missed under the dresser, glowed faintly in the shadows.
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Across town in the Talon at that very moment, Chloe was typing speedily away on her laptop, and trying in vain to ignore the sloppy smochy noises coming from the counter. Get a room! I am gonna be sick in a moment if they don't knock it off.' Chloe thought, as she made a gagging face. It was a customer coming for his long awaited and much forgotten refill that stopped the two newly attached and oblivious love birds from there over enthusiastic display of affection for each other. With much blushing and mumbling on both Clarks and lana's part, the coffee finally made it's way over to the patently waiting man. Chloe rolled her eyes at there behaviour and turned back to her laptop. Not bothering to look up when she heard an felt someone slide into the booth opposite her she sighed frustratedly.
Clark, say one word about Lana, and I mean anything, your nostril will be forcefully introduced to my coffee cup, and it wont be a pretty picture! It was only when she heard a low chuckle and a familiar smooth tone of voice speaking that her head snapped up.
As graphic and painful as that threat sounds Miss Sullivan, I'm afraid your warning the wrong person. Narrowing her eyes at Lex's amused smirk, Chloe pursed her lips.
Yeah, well the same thing goes for you Luthor, I mean it, if I hear anymore sentimental bullshit today I am gonna go postal! The words where spat at the Billionaire in front of her.
I assure you Miss Sullivan, the topic you have so vehemently protested against shall not be spoken of, you have my word, can't have smallville greatest reporter going wacky on us now can we. Lex chuckled again at the hrumphed reply the blond reporter gave him.
Outside the Talon, no one noticed a man sitting in a dark blue sedan, or the pictures he was taking of one Lex Luthor.
TBC....
