Smallville: Amazons & Slayers

by Antonio Cabañas

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters were created and are owned by Joss Whedon. Smallville, Superman, Wonder Woman and all related characters are trademarks of DC Comics, which is owned by Warner Bros.

E-mail: borg31de777@yahoo.es.

Spoilers: Smallville second season until "Rosetta", and the entire Buffy the Vampire Slayer series

I wish to thank my beta-reader Carycomix for his help and support

Answer to reviewers:

slincoln: As you can see, I now use quotation marks for dialogue.

manticore-gurl071134: Well, here is the update.

ElizabethV: None of those. Nell is a character of the Smallville series, the aunt of Lana Lang. The scene where she appears in the prologue happens just after a scene on the Smallville pilot where we see the death of Lana Lang's parents when one of the meteorites impacts just on their car.

MajinGojira: Ok.

Sweet-Steffie: What is Buffy trying to say? You'll see. . .

Summary: A mysterious woman comes to Smallville, jealousies in the Smallville High Athletic Team take a odd turn, a mystery from the past reappears and Clark become involved in all of that.

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Smallville.

". . .And then my mother said that although he was going to declare him non-guilty, she though that he was a damned a. . ." Pete Ross was commenting to his friend Clark Kent on their way out of the Smallville High School, when a girl almost threw Pete toward the nearby wall as she passed running alongside them.

"Has anybody picked the license plate number of that truck?" said Pete while he was straightening up.

"I think that she was Arty Stevens." answered Clark

"Ah, the Female Athletics Team has training this afternoon, for the Championship."

Outskirts of Smallville

A woman stepped out from a bus and started to walk. She was apparently in her late teens or early twenties, black-haired and blue-eyed, and was wearing a jeans jacket over a tight red top, blue jeans, a thick yellow belt and red leather boots with a white strip. A golden diadem, star-shaped earrings, and two steel-grey bracelets almost hidden by the jacket completed her look. While she was walking she produced from a pocket an old picture, representing a happy couple before a cinema called Talon.

Cleveland

Buffy was waiting outside the high school where Dawn was studying. In a few more weeks Dawn would graduate, and if she wanted, she could start in the university. Joyce had left a fund to provide for that, fortunately. Then, she saw Dawn running toward the car.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"Considering that you should have been here fifteen minutes ago. . ." said Buffy "Come on, the plane is waiting for us in Columbus.

Smallville

"You have set a good mark today, Arty. . ." said the coach of the Female Athletics Team.

"But. . .?" asked the young athlete, feeling the unsaid word.

"But your mother is worried about your grades, as I am. You are good in sports, but it's also important to have a good education. . ."

While the coach was talking with Artemis, the rest of the team was resting from the race, and two of them were talking.

"Look at the coach talking with Miss Perfect Girl. . ." said one of them launching a venomous gaze toward Arty.

"Please, don't start again, Meg. I'm tired of your tirades about Arty."

"It's always easy for her. The best student, the best athlete, pretty and all of that without effort. . ." said Meg, as if she hadn't heard the other student.

The other student rolled her eyes in exasperation. Arty and Meg had been friends, but Meg Rawlings really hated being second to somebody. Meg had been the real star of the Athletics team until past year, when Arty, who had just joined the team, suddenly won in the first day of racing in front Coach Maxwell. The friendship between Meg and Arty had strained, although things seemed to go better of late, until two weeks ago. . . Now, Meg was on the brink of being expelled of the team.

The Talon

Lana Lang was placing a "Help Wanted" sign in the door of the Talon when somebody tapped her shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Ah . . . I'm looking for the manager of the Talon."

"I am Lana Lang, manager and co-owner of the Talon."

"Oh, sorry. You are so young. . ."

"Don't worry, I'm used to that. Well, what do you want?"

"I don't know if you could help me, but I'm trying to find a woman that worked here fifteen or twenty years ago, Artemis. . ."

"Oh, Artemis Stevens. Yes, I remember her. She now runs a small gymnasium in the edge of the town, but on Fridays she goes to Metropolis, to give a self-defense course, and usually returns very late. Exactly. why are you trying to find her?"

"She is my aunt. She and my mom had a big argument sixteen or seventeen years ago and we haven't had news from her since then."

"Oh, sorry. Well, then, I can tell you that you have a cousin, Artemis, or as she prefers to be called, Arty. But now she is training with the Smallvile High Female Athletics Team for the County Athletics Championship, this Sunday, during the Crow Festival, this weekend."

The woman thought for a moment and then said:

"Looks like I'm going to stay here longer than I thought." she commented, and then looked at the sign. "Exactly, what kind of help do you need?"

"With the Festival and the Championship, I'm going to need help with this. I have already enlisted the help of several of my friends for the cinema, and the kitchen, but I need somebody tending the tables."

A private airfield near Columbus

When Buffy and Dawn boarded the plane they had a pleasant surprise, as Willow and Xander were waiting inside. After a few minutes they were talking as the old friends that they were.

"So, what are you doing here?" asked Buffy "Giles told me that the plane was here to leave one of the Slayers."

"Faith and Samantha, the Slayer that you discovered in Miami on Christmas, had just left. We helped them in N.Y., and Giles thought that you would be glad to have our help, just like the old days." said Xander

Dawn had started to draw in a big notebook that she reserved for that use. Willow peeked and saw what resembled a woman in some type of superhero uniform.

"You draw quite well, Dawn. You should try to go professional."

"That is what Samuel said." answered Dawn, still drawing, with a sad tone.

"Your boyfriend?"

"No, a guy that I met in a high school club. I discovered almost too late that the head of the club was a demon that wanted to use my blood to become a Hell God. Buffy saved me, but the other people in the club. . ." she shuddered, remembering the bloody place.

"Oh, sorry." said Willow.

"It's fine, Wills, but can you leave me alone, please? I draw better without a witch looking over my shoulder."

Willow left without saying a word.

"So, Buffy, tell me, how is the life in Cleveland?" was asking Xander

"It's different, but the same. The local people are even more clueless about the supernatural than in Sunnydale, although I have met some interesting people," said Buffy "Speaking of that, Willow, there is a wizard that wants to talk with you, a guy called Kent Nelson."

"Kent Nelson? Are you sure of that?" asked Willow.

"Yeah, why?"

"There was a wizard in the '40s that helped the Allies to counter the pro-axis sorcerors. His name was Kent Nelson. I have seen the files of the Watchers on him."

"Then, this couldn`t be the same guy, he seemed to be on his thirties. He gave me this, by the way." said Buffy, showing a golden egyptian ankh that she was wearing in a necklace.

"Speaking of the files, Giles sent this for you." said Xander, giving to Buffy a thick folder, labeled "Smallville". "I have leafed through it, and if that town doesn't have a Hellmouth, I'll eat my crystal eye."

Smallville. A few hours later. . .

Arty Stevens crossed the line on the first place, and Meg just after her. All the girls of the team went to congratulate her, except Meg.

"I'm going to be the champion, Stevens. I swear that I'll win." she said gritting her teeth, while the green stones of her earrings glowed for a moment.

Metropolis

"Mrs. Stevens?." asked the policewoman to one of the other woman in the gymnasium.

"Yes?" said the black-haired woman who was resting in a seat. She had just given her first class of the day, and she had three more waiting.

"I'm Maggie Sawyer. I have been watching the class and I have some questions for you." said the policewoman

"Shoot." said Artemis Stevens without moving from her relaxed posture.

"Never say that to a police officer." said Maggie Sawyer, chuckling. "He or she could take it literally. Well, three days ago we were called because there was a brawl in an alley. When we arrived, we found several gang members that had received a severe beating . . ."

"And . . .?" asked Artemis, not very interested about what the policewoman was saying.

"Apparently they tried to attack a woman, and the woman was too much for them. The description of the woman wasn't very precise, young, black-haired, fair-skinned and blue-eyed, but a few of them said that she wore a pair of bracelets, whose description fits the one that you have."

Now Sawyer had the full attention of Mrs. Stevens

"Are you saying that I. . .?"

"No, I checked, and when all of that happened you were in your gymnasium in Smallville. But. . ."

"You are curious." she sighed and continued "Ok, it's a religious thing. I was part of a close-knit group of women that. . . Well, I could say that we were a feminist and all-female Wiccan circle. We wore these bracelets as a symbol that we weren't going to be slaves to men, and we took pride in physical and mental excellence. But I left the community after. . ."

". . .you fell in love with a man." said Sawyer, who had seen this coming. "Somehow I was imagining that. Everybody has biases, one way or another."

"I suppose that you are right." said Artemis with a weak smile. "He was a pilot whose plane had crashed in our territory, and I was chosen to get him back to the Patriarch World, that is how we called the world outside our community. I delayed my return several times, and when I finally came back, we had a terrible discussion, and I was expelled."

"Interesting. Do you think that this woman could have been sent after you?"

"I don't think so." said Mrs. Stevens, but she was in doubt.

Smallville

Meg Rawlings smiled when she saw that her mother and her stepfather were snoring in the kitchen table, accompanied by several empty whisky bottles. Usually this same scene, repeated almost each Friday or Saturday, infuriated her, but just now she needed just that. Taking care to be quiet, she opened the garage door, and picked her bike. She started to guide the vehicle through the long path that descended from her house toward a dirt road. Once there, she drove toward the house where Professor Hamilton had lived until his mysterious disappearance.

The Talon

Lex Luthor entered the Talon, sat in the bar, looked around and said to Lana Lang.

"I see that you already have the help that you wanted." he said pointing to the black-haired waitress

"Yeah, she's pretty good in this, considering that she's never worked as a waitress."

As if she knew that they were talking about her, the woman came to the bar.

"Not very crowded just now, eh?"

"Wait a few hours." said Lana, chuckling. "This is. . ."

"Hello, I'm Lex Luthor, co-owner of the Talon. And you are. . .?" said Lex.

"Diana Prince." answered the young woman.

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