Smallville: Amazons & Slayers by Antonio Cabañas
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Smallville, Superman, Wonder Woman and all related characters are trademarks of DC Comics, which is owned by Warner Bros. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters were created and are owned by Joss Whedon.
E-mail: borg31de777yahoo.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:
Please, review!!!!
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.
A motel near Smallville
Kevin Kilmer was sitting before the table of the room where he was going to stay that night. He had placed a small trunk over the table, and opened it. Inside, there was a mirror and several drawers full with make-up and prosthetics of every kind. He began to apply the prosthetics and the make-up over his face
Half an hour later he was almost unrecognizable, thanks to the prosthetics and the make-up. The only things that remained were his lifeless eyes.
Scoobies HQ
Buffy was not sleeping well. She was moving in the bed, muttering half-formed words, and the ankh that hung around her neck was glowing in the dark.
Next Day...
Artemis Stevens home
"After you get home from school, we have to talk." said Artemis Stevens to her daughter, who almost choked with the breakfast upon hearing that.
"I haven't done anything!" protested the young athlete.
"It's not what you are thinking, Artemis." said her mother, chuckling "There are some things that, now that you are grown enough, you must know about me, your father, and my... well, let's call them my family."
"What kind of things?" asked Arty, interested.
"Things that would require hours to explain." said Artemis, pointing to the clock. "And Jeanne is going to be here soon to drive you to practice."
Meg Rawlings home
Meg Rawlings awoke in her bed, without the faintest notion of how she had gotten there. The last thing that she remembered was the explosion, and after that... nothing. Then she noticed the hour... God! She was almost late for practice! She descended the stairs in seconds, made a quick and light breakfast, dressed and took the bicycle that she had chained in the backyard.
Scoobies temporary HQ
"What we are going to do today?" asked Dawn.
"What we do everyday, Pinky, try to take over the world!" said Xander on his best faked Brain voice.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Xander." said Buffy, grumpily, she hadn't slept well. "I think that our first priority should be locating the house where Donna Falcon, the Slayer of then, fought Rawlings."
"That's going to be difficult. I awoke early and used my laptop to search a bit about the city. The neighborhood where the house was located was almost destroyed by the meteor storm and the subsequent fire, and suffered a heavy urban renewal afterwards. We are going to need a modern map, and a map of the time of the meteor storm."
"Easy, we go to the Town Archives..."
"Today is Saturday, and they are going to close this weekend. That damned festival! But not all is lost, I telephoned a student that works in the High School newspaper and she says that she can obtain one..."
"And she gets what, in exchange?" asked Buffy, suspicious.
"Well, I said to her that I was an archeology student searching the remains of the old mansion, because it was supposedly built over indian relics. So she wants to go with us."
"Wonderful, a meddlesome journalist." growled Buffy.
Outskirts of Smallville
Samuel Dartmouth knocked on the front door of his next door neighbor Tina Maxwell, the coach of the Athletics Team. Her car was still there, and he knew that the team had practice this morning. Nobody answered, and he grew worried, it wasn't very characteristic of Tina to wake so late. He thought of calling the sheriff, but maybe she was only sleeping late.
Tina had given him a key if some emergency happened. He decided that this qualified as an emergency, and opened the door of the house. He looked all over the ground floor, noticing that the back door was open, but nothing seemed to be missing.
"Tina! Are you here?" he shouted
Nobody answered, and he grew even more worried. He dared to go to the first floor and through the open door of Tina's bedroom saw her, in the middle of a small pool of blood.
Kent's farm
"What do you want for breakfast, Diana?" asked Martha to the raven-haired young woman.
"Milk and a fruit, please." Martha threw an orange to Diana, and she began to peel the fruit while Martha filled a glass of milk. "Thanks, I have always liked light breakfasts. Can I help you in some way? I would like to repay your kindness."
"Martha, you were going to check the plumbing, while I checked the tractor, right?" asked Jonathan.
"Yes, but I don't need help, although I was under the impression that you and Clark were going to help Lana in the Talon."
"Yes, but Lana is also helping out in the Festival Committee, so the Talon is going to open late this morning."
"Well, you can help me with the tractor if you want. God knows that I'm going to need the help."
Smallville Stadium
Meg Rawlings had barely managed to come on time, only to find that Ms. Maxwell hadn't come yet. She showered, changed clothes and went to start the warming exercises with her teammates. She didn't feel as hostile as before toward Arty, and she began to ponder her actions of the day before. But the passing of the Boys Athletics Team, with their coach, Mr. Whitby, interrupted her thoughts. Where on Earth was coach Maxwell?.
Soon enough she was again in the same train of thoughts. Her actions of the night before were the stupidest thing that she had ever done. Not only for the explosion (she was amazed to have escaped totally undamaged), or the hare-brained plan that she had devised to foil Arty's foreseeable victory, but for everything. Now that her thoughts weren't clouded by rage, as happened almost every time that she was training with Arty, she realized that she had become obsessed with getting even with Arty for... for what? For being a better runner than she was? She began to remember when the problems between them had started...
Smallville Stadium. Almost a year before.
"Where is Artemis Stevens?" asked Tina Maxwell, the newly hired trainer of the Smallville High Girls Track Team.
"She is in the showers, Ms. Maxwell" said Meg Rawlings, and began to elaborate. "She had arrived late, because..."
"Ah, here she comes." interrupted Ms. Maxwell.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Maxwell. Last night I had horrible nightmares and..."
"I hope that this won't become an habit, miss Stevens. Now join your teammates."
Ms. Maxwell divided the students in groups. Meg, Arty and two other girls were the specialists in 1500, and after warming up a bit, Ms. Maxwell decided to hold a race to see how good were each girl was...
The Present
The arrival of the sheriff's caro snapped Meg out of her memories. Meg observed that the director had come with the sheriff, and signaled them to meet with them.
"Ms. Maxwell is in the hospital, and her condition is critical. The doctor isn't sure if she is going to make it." he said. "So, this morning practice is suspended, but this afternoon, you have to come to a training session with Mr. Whitby. Please, make your best effort, I'm sure that Ms. Maxwell would want it."
Kent farm
Jonathan Kent looked up from the engine of the tractor as he said:
"Clark, where is the small wrench? I can't find it."
"Mom took it." said Clark. "She was gong to check the plumbing, do you remember?"
"Oh, sorry. Please, Clark, go to see if your mother has finished. I'm going to see if there's a spare one in my old toolbox."
"It should be up there." said Clark, pointing to the upper floor of the barn.
"In your 'fortress of solitude'?"
"No, I think that is with grandpa's old tools." answered Clark from the door.
Jonathan took a ladder and put it where he could reach the place that Clark had told him.
"Diana, can you hold the ladder? It trembles like a small tree in a hurricane when anybody is climbing it." asked Jonathan to Diana.
While Jonathan climbed the rungs, he noticed that barely trembled. 'This girl is stronger than she looks', he thought.
When he was about to reach the upper level, he slipped off and fell.
When Clark came, alarmed by the scream of his father, he found Diana helping his father to stand up.
"What's happening?"
"I slipped off the ladder, but Diana managed to block my fall." answered Jonathan
"Are you all right?" asked Clark
"I think that I have some bruises. Diana?"
"I'm well." she smiled "I'm tougher than I seem."
"Well, I'm not going to do anything more with the tractor this morning. Has your mother finished with the plumbing?"
"Yes, I was talking to her when I heard you scream."
Diana frowned when she heard that.
"Why don't we go to the Talon? Martha has to go this morning to Smallville anyway." proposed Jonathan
"All right." said Diana.
"Ok." said Clark.
They were walking out when Jonathan said:
"Clark, can you stay a moment, please?"
Diana continued her way out while Clark came back.
"Clark, you should keep an eye on her."
"Why, dad?"
"I can still recognize when somebody fakes a fall, son. She is much stronger than she looks, maybe as strong as you."
"Do you think that she can be from...?"
"I don't have any idea."
Leaning against the door of the barn, Diana had been listening to the whole exchange.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Smallville, Superman, Wonder Woman and all related characters are trademarks of DC Comics, which is owned by Warner Bros. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters were created and are owned by Joss Whedon.
E-mail: borg31de777yahoo.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:
Please, review!!!!
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.
A motel near Smallville
Kevin Kilmer was sitting before the table of the room where he was going to stay that night. He had placed a small trunk over the table, and opened it. Inside, there was a mirror and several drawers full with make-up and prosthetics of every kind. He began to apply the prosthetics and the make-up over his face
Half an hour later he was almost unrecognizable, thanks to the prosthetics and the make-up. The only things that remained were his lifeless eyes.
Scoobies HQ
Buffy was not sleeping well. She was moving in the bed, muttering half-formed words, and the ankh that hung around her neck was glowing in the dark.
Next Day...
Artemis Stevens home
"After you get home from school, we have to talk." said Artemis Stevens to her daughter, who almost choked with the breakfast upon hearing that.
"I haven't done anything!" protested the young athlete.
"It's not what you are thinking, Artemis." said her mother, chuckling "There are some things that, now that you are grown enough, you must know about me, your father, and my... well, let's call them my family."
"What kind of things?" asked Arty, interested.
"Things that would require hours to explain." said Artemis, pointing to the clock. "And Jeanne is going to be here soon to drive you to practice."
Meg Rawlings home
Meg Rawlings awoke in her bed, without the faintest notion of how she had gotten there. The last thing that she remembered was the explosion, and after that... nothing. Then she noticed the hour... God! She was almost late for practice! She descended the stairs in seconds, made a quick and light breakfast, dressed and took the bicycle that she had chained in the backyard.
Scoobies temporary HQ
"What we are going to do today?" asked Dawn.
"What we do everyday, Pinky, try to take over the world!" said Xander on his best faked Brain voice.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Xander." said Buffy, grumpily, she hadn't slept well. "I think that our first priority should be locating the house where Donna Falcon, the Slayer of then, fought Rawlings."
"That's going to be difficult. I awoke early and used my laptop to search a bit about the city. The neighborhood where the house was located was almost destroyed by the meteor storm and the subsequent fire, and suffered a heavy urban renewal afterwards. We are going to need a modern map, and a map of the time of the meteor storm."
"Easy, we go to the Town Archives..."
"Today is Saturday, and they are going to close this weekend. That damned festival! But not all is lost, I telephoned a student that works in the High School newspaper and she says that she can obtain one..."
"And she gets what, in exchange?" asked Buffy, suspicious.
"Well, I said to her that I was an archeology student searching the remains of the old mansion, because it was supposedly built over indian relics. So she wants to go with us."
"Wonderful, a meddlesome journalist." growled Buffy.
Outskirts of Smallville
Samuel Dartmouth knocked on the front door of his next door neighbor Tina Maxwell, the coach of the Athletics Team. Her car was still there, and he knew that the team had practice this morning. Nobody answered, and he grew worried, it wasn't very characteristic of Tina to wake so late. He thought of calling the sheriff, but maybe she was only sleeping late.
Tina had given him a key if some emergency happened. He decided that this qualified as an emergency, and opened the door of the house. He looked all over the ground floor, noticing that the back door was open, but nothing seemed to be missing.
"Tina! Are you here?" he shouted
Nobody answered, and he grew even more worried. He dared to go to the first floor and through the open door of Tina's bedroom saw her, in the middle of a small pool of blood.
Kent's farm
"What do you want for breakfast, Diana?" asked Martha to the raven-haired young woman.
"Milk and a fruit, please." Martha threw an orange to Diana, and she began to peel the fruit while Martha filled a glass of milk. "Thanks, I have always liked light breakfasts. Can I help you in some way? I would like to repay your kindness."
"Martha, you were going to check the plumbing, while I checked the tractor, right?" asked Jonathan.
"Yes, but I don't need help, although I was under the impression that you and Clark were going to help Lana in the Talon."
"Yes, but Lana is also helping out in the Festival Committee, so the Talon is going to open late this morning."
"Well, you can help me with the tractor if you want. God knows that I'm going to need the help."
Smallville Stadium
Meg Rawlings had barely managed to come on time, only to find that Ms. Maxwell hadn't come yet. She showered, changed clothes and went to start the warming exercises with her teammates. She didn't feel as hostile as before toward Arty, and she began to ponder her actions of the day before. But the passing of the Boys Athletics Team, with their coach, Mr. Whitby, interrupted her thoughts. Where on Earth was coach Maxwell?.
Soon enough she was again in the same train of thoughts. Her actions of the night before were the stupidest thing that she had ever done. Not only for the explosion (she was amazed to have escaped totally undamaged), or the hare-brained plan that she had devised to foil Arty's foreseeable victory, but for everything. Now that her thoughts weren't clouded by rage, as happened almost every time that she was training with Arty, she realized that she had become obsessed with getting even with Arty for... for what? For being a better runner than she was? She began to remember when the problems between them had started...
Smallville Stadium. Almost a year before.
"Where is Artemis Stevens?" asked Tina Maxwell, the newly hired trainer of the Smallville High Girls Track Team.
"She is in the showers, Ms. Maxwell" said Meg Rawlings, and began to elaborate. "She had arrived late, because..."
"Ah, here she comes." interrupted Ms. Maxwell.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Maxwell. Last night I had horrible nightmares and..."
"I hope that this won't become an habit, miss Stevens. Now join your teammates."
Ms. Maxwell divided the students in groups. Meg, Arty and two other girls were the specialists in 1500, and after warming up a bit, Ms. Maxwell decided to hold a race to see how good were each girl was...
The Present
The arrival of the sheriff's caro snapped Meg out of her memories. Meg observed that the director had come with the sheriff, and signaled them to meet with them.
"Ms. Maxwell is in the hospital, and her condition is critical. The doctor isn't sure if she is going to make it." he said. "So, this morning practice is suspended, but this afternoon, you have to come to a training session with Mr. Whitby. Please, make your best effort, I'm sure that Ms. Maxwell would want it."
Kent farm
Jonathan Kent looked up from the engine of the tractor as he said:
"Clark, where is the small wrench? I can't find it."
"Mom took it." said Clark. "She was gong to check the plumbing, do you remember?"
"Oh, sorry. Please, Clark, go to see if your mother has finished. I'm going to see if there's a spare one in my old toolbox."
"It should be up there." said Clark, pointing to the upper floor of the barn.
"In your 'fortress of solitude'?"
"No, I think that is with grandpa's old tools." answered Clark from the door.
Jonathan took a ladder and put it where he could reach the place that Clark had told him.
"Diana, can you hold the ladder? It trembles like a small tree in a hurricane when anybody is climbing it." asked Jonathan to Diana.
While Jonathan climbed the rungs, he noticed that barely trembled. 'This girl is stronger than she looks', he thought.
When he was about to reach the upper level, he slipped off and fell.
When Clark came, alarmed by the scream of his father, he found Diana helping his father to stand up.
"What's happening?"
"I slipped off the ladder, but Diana managed to block my fall." answered Jonathan
"Are you all right?" asked Clark
"I think that I have some bruises. Diana?"
"I'm well." she smiled "I'm tougher than I seem."
"Well, I'm not going to do anything more with the tractor this morning. Has your mother finished with the plumbing?"
"Yes, I was talking to her when I heard you scream."
Diana frowned when she heard that.
"Why don't we go to the Talon? Martha has to go this morning to Smallville anyway." proposed Jonathan
"All right." said Diana.
"Ok." said Clark.
They were walking out when Jonathan said:
"Clark, can you stay a moment, please?"
Diana continued her way out while Clark came back.
"Clark, you should keep an eye on her."
"Why, dad?"
"I can still recognize when somebody fakes a fall, son. She is much stronger than she looks, maybe as strong as you."
"Do you think that she can be from...?"
"I don't have any idea."
Leaning against the door of the barn, Diana had been listening to the whole exchange.
TO BE CONTINUED...