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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
After a few hours of driving the car, the Doctor rapped on the roof to awaken his teammates.
"We're here!" he called out, as the rest of the League began to stir. The interior of the League-mobile was based on the TARDIS, so it was far larger inside than outside; in fact, the car's interior was nearly the size of a house. It even held all the rooms you'd expect to find in a house; a kitchen, several assorted bedrooms, and he'd included a separate room for their television, DVD player and books, just in case anyone felt like it. He might add in a training room as well later on, if he felt it would be needed.
The Doctor was perfectly aware that the Time Lords wouldn't be too keen on his using their technology in a car, but he had that all under control; once this mission was over, he'd lock the car up in a room in the Nautilus and seal it behind a time dam that would be coded to drop only upon detecting his DNA. That way, Time Lord technology wouldn't fall into the wrong hands and hopefully everyone would be content with the situation.
"So, this is the home of the sole survivor of an entire world?" Fiona asked, looking around her at the town. The Doctor understood her scepticism; Smallville didn't really seem the sort of place you'd expect a superhuman alien to live.
"Actually, it's not his exact home, he lives on a farm a mile or so outside it," Harry said, from where he was now sitting behind the Doctor. "But, generally, this is it, yes."
"Well, if nothing else, it's a cosy little place," Elektra said, looking around at al the buildings. Although they appeared to be mostly fairly modern constructions, they all had a slightly 'old-world' feel that she found somehow comforting.
"Yes, a pleasant enough location, certainly," Bond said, as he stretched slightly before sitting down in the second driver's seat beside the Doctor's. "Let's just hope we don't run into one of Miss Sullivan's 'Freaks of the Week', as she calls them."
"Pardon?" Fiona asked, glancing over at the spy. "What do you mean, 'freaks of the week'? And who's Miss Sullivan?"
"Her full name's Chloe Sullivan, and she's a reporter on a local paper called The Torch," Bond explained, as the Doctor turned the League-mobile left and started to go along a side street leading out of the town. "As for the 'freak of the week', well, that story is connected to the history of our next member."
"Well, let's hear it," Harry said, as the rest of the League sat down in the chairs around the front of the League-mobile.
"It all started around eighteen or so years ago," Bond explained, while the Doctor drove on, apparently oblivious to everything around him. "As far as we've been able to gather from our sources, at that point a meteor shower covered the entire local area with some unusual green rocks, apparently radioactive. Anyone coming in contact with these rocks developed some unusual powers; some of the ones we know about had the ability to start fires, walk through walls, split into two people, heal any wounds, and being able to see the future. They've always proven to be extremely dangerous characters, but fortunately the man we're here to recruit has always been able to stop them."
"How's that?" Elektra asked. "He some other 'Freak of the Week' that Miss Sullivan doesn't know about?"
"It's a lot more complicated than that, Miss Natchios," Bond replied, as the League-mobile left the town and began to drive towards a small farm on its outskirts. "He actually arrived on Earth in the meteor shower, in a spaceship, while he was a baby. His planet was destroyed by a chain reaction in its core, along with all the inhabitants, but his father managed to shoot him off the planet before it collapsed."
"Your yellow sun had a rather curious effect on his alien cell structure," the Doctor explained, as he continued to drive along on a small country road. "It boosted his abilities to a far greater degree than anything that could have been guessed at; he can move at incredible speeds, is nearly invulnerable, and can even fire heat beams from his eyes and possesses x- ray vision." He grinned a little as he turned the car around a corner and began to drive up towards a small farm. "And here is his house."
Harry, Elektra and Fiona stared at the house in surprise. It wasn't quite what they'd been expecting; it was a two-storey house, the wooden walls painted white and the roof a grey colour, with a barn off to one side and various animals in the surrounding fields.
Then again, Harry and Elektra had to admit they didn't exactly live in the most impressive-looking of locations. Everyone was prepared to wait and see what the new member could do before they started doubting his abilities.
The Doctor stopped the car right outside the door to the farm. He glanced back at the others, a grin on his face. "Everyone out," he said, as he pushed a button on the dashboard and the front door popped open.
As the League walked out of the League-mobile, Harry led the way to the door of the farm. Glancing back at the others, he sighed and knocked.
The door was opened by a woman. She wasn't especially tall, maybe somewhere near Harry's height, and wasn't quite the classic beauty, but she was far from plain and had a certain spark about her that it was difficult to ignore. Her hair was strawberry-blond, and she had brilliant blue eyes.
"Yes?" she asked, looking at the five of them as though uncertain who to talk to.
Bond spoke first. "Mrs Martha Kent?" he asked, stepping forward.
She nodded. Bond smiled at her. "My name is Bond, James Bond," he said, shaking her hand. "These are my colleagues, Doctor John Smith, Mr Harry Potter, Miss Fiona Brand, and Miss Elektra Natchios." Each member of the League stepped forward to shake Martha's hand as they were introduced. "Is your son in? We need to speak with him."
"Clark?" Martha asked, looking at them curiously. "Why do you want to talk to him?"
"It's complicated," Fiona said. "Quite frankly, we'd prefer to explain the situation while he's here rather then to someone else. It's just, well, complicated."
Martha nodded. "I see..." she said, turning back into the house. She looked back at the League and sighed. "Well, come on in," she said, smiling at them. "The lounge is over there; you wait in it while I find Clark."
Gratefully, the League walked into the lounge and slumped down in the seats. The League-mobile may have been designed with an excellent eye for comfort, but there was nothing better than home comforts sometimes.
After only a couple of minutes, Martha appeared in the room, accompanied by a young man. He was around a foot taller than Martha, with black hair that hung over his forehead in a floppy fringe and blue eyes. His face wasn't strikingly handsome, but it was still fairly attractive, and he gave the definite impression of being a very caring sort of character. He looked like he was in good shape as well.
"Clark Kent?" Bond asked, standing up to shake Clark's hand, along with the rest of the League.
"Yes, that's me," Clark replied, shaking the hands of all five League members. "What can I do for you?"
"We're agents of the British and American Governments, Mr Kent," Bond explained, as the seven of them sat down. "We're interested in enlisting your services to join our team."
Clark and Martha both looked up, a combination of surprise and fear on their faces.
"You know about... about his powers?" Martha asked, sounding slightly scared.
"Yes," Bond replied. "Don't worry, we're not going to manipulate him for our own ends; we just want his help. After all, his powers do make him a valuable asset in a fight, and he's not exactly short on courage either."
"Exactly," the Doctor commented from his seat, where he was lying back with his feet on the desk as though he owned the place, or at least as though nobody would complain. The odd thing was, nobody did. "After all, going up against someone with all his abilities armed only with a piece of kryptonite? It takes a brave man to attempt a stunt like that."
Clark sighed a little. "How do you know this stuff?" he asked the League in general.
Bond shrugged. "Little things, here and there," he said in a casual manner. "Abilities such as yours can't exactly go unnoticed by everybody, no matter how secret you try to be."
"Don't worry; what you can do goes no further than certain agents of the secret services," the Doctor assured him. "Anyway, I assume you're curious as to why we want your help?"
Clark nodded.
"Well, the situation is thus," Bond said, taking over the conversation from the Doctor. "We have a large host of vampire assassins targeting several world leaders. The Governments of America and Britain believe they have traced the assassins to their point of origin, but they need a very unique team to stop them. You, Mr Kent, are one of the people they want on the team; there are only three more left to recruit after you if you accept."
Clark looked around himself briefly, as though trying to take in everything around him, then sighed.
"I'm in," he said. "Just let me call in school to request a leave of absence, and I'll be..."
"Taken care of," the Doctor grinned. "I can access your school's database and have you listed as sick for the next few days. That should be easy enough."
Clark smiled a little. "Just let me pack, and I'll be right with you." He looked over at Martha and hugged her. "Tell Dad I'll be back as soon as I can, OK? I'll be back, I promise."
"I known you will," Martha smiled. "Now, get going, Clark. You have a world to save."
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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
After a few hours of driving the car, the Doctor rapped on the roof to awaken his teammates.
"We're here!" he called out, as the rest of the League began to stir. The interior of the League-mobile was based on the TARDIS, so it was far larger inside than outside; in fact, the car's interior was nearly the size of a house. It even held all the rooms you'd expect to find in a house; a kitchen, several assorted bedrooms, and he'd included a separate room for their television, DVD player and books, just in case anyone felt like it. He might add in a training room as well later on, if he felt it would be needed.
The Doctor was perfectly aware that the Time Lords wouldn't be too keen on his using their technology in a car, but he had that all under control; once this mission was over, he'd lock the car up in a room in the Nautilus and seal it behind a time dam that would be coded to drop only upon detecting his DNA. That way, Time Lord technology wouldn't fall into the wrong hands and hopefully everyone would be content with the situation.
"So, this is the home of the sole survivor of an entire world?" Fiona asked, looking around her at the town. The Doctor understood her scepticism; Smallville didn't really seem the sort of place you'd expect a superhuman alien to live.
"Actually, it's not his exact home, he lives on a farm a mile or so outside it," Harry said, from where he was now sitting behind the Doctor. "But, generally, this is it, yes."
"Well, if nothing else, it's a cosy little place," Elektra said, looking around at al the buildings. Although they appeared to be mostly fairly modern constructions, they all had a slightly 'old-world' feel that she found somehow comforting.
"Yes, a pleasant enough location, certainly," Bond said, as he stretched slightly before sitting down in the second driver's seat beside the Doctor's. "Let's just hope we don't run into one of Miss Sullivan's 'Freaks of the Week', as she calls them."
"Pardon?" Fiona asked, glancing over at the spy. "What do you mean, 'freaks of the week'? And who's Miss Sullivan?"
"Her full name's Chloe Sullivan, and she's a reporter on a local paper called The Torch," Bond explained, as the Doctor turned the League-mobile left and started to go along a side street leading out of the town. "As for the 'freak of the week', well, that story is connected to the history of our next member."
"Well, let's hear it," Harry said, as the rest of the League sat down in the chairs around the front of the League-mobile.
"It all started around eighteen or so years ago," Bond explained, while the Doctor drove on, apparently oblivious to everything around him. "As far as we've been able to gather from our sources, at that point a meteor shower covered the entire local area with some unusual green rocks, apparently radioactive. Anyone coming in contact with these rocks developed some unusual powers; some of the ones we know about had the ability to start fires, walk through walls, split into two people, heal any wounds, and being able to see the future. They've always proven to be extremely dangerous characters, but fortunately the man we're here to recruit has always been able to stop them."
"How's that?" Elektra asked. "He some other 'Freak of the Week' that Miss Sullivan doesn't know about?"
"It's a lot more complicated than that, Miss Natchios," Bond replied, as the League-mobile left the town and began to drive towards a small farm on its outskirts. "He actually arrived on Earth in the meteor shower, in a spaceship, while he was a baby. His planet was destroyed by a chain reaction in its core, along with all the inhabitants, but his father managed to shoot him off the planet before it collapsed."
"Your yellow sun had a rather curious effect on his alien cell structure," the Doctor explained, as he continued to drive along on a small country road. "It boosted his abilities to a far greater degree than anything that could have been guessed at; he can move at incredible speeds, is nearly invulnerable, and can even fire heat beams from his eyes and possesses x- ray vision." He grinned a little as he turned the car around a corner and began to drive up towards a small farm. "And here is his house."
Harry, Elektra and Fiona stared at the house in surprise. It wasn't quite what they'd been expecting; it was a two-storey house, the wooden walls painted white and the roof a grey colour, with a barn off to one side and various animals in the surrounding fields.
Then again, Harry and Elektra had to admit they didn't exactly live in the most impressive-looking of locations. Everyone was prepared to wait and see what the new member could do before they started doubting his abilities.
The Doctor stopped the car right outside the door to the farm. He glanced back at the others, a grin on his face. "Everyone out," he said, as he pushed a button on the dashboard and the front door popped open.
As the League walked out of the League-mobile, Harry led the way to the door of the farm. Glancing back at the others, he sighed and knocked.
The door was opened by a woman. She wasn't especially tall, maybe somewhere near Harry's height, and wasn't quite the classic beauty, but she was far from plain and had a certain spark about her that it was difficult to ignore. Her hair was strawberry-blond, and she had brilliant blue eyes.
"Yes?" she asked, looking at the five of them as though uncertain who to talk to.
Bond spoke first. "Mrs Martha Kent?" he asked, stepping forward.
She nodded. Bond smiled at her. "My name is Bond, James Bond," he said, shaking her hand. "These are my colleagues, Doctor John Smith, Mr Harry Potter, Miss Fiona Brand, and Miss Elektra Natchios." Each member of the League stepped forward to shake Martha's hand as they were introduced. "Is your son in? We need to speak with him."
"Clark?" Martha asked, looking at them curiously. "Why do you want to talk to him?"
"It's complicated," Fiona said. "Quite frankly, we'd prefer to explain the situation while he's here rather then to someone else. It's just, well, complicated."
Martha nodded. "I see..." she said, turning back into the house. She looked back at the League and sighed. "Well, come on in," she said, smiling at them. "The lounge is over there; you wait in it while I find Clark."
Gratefully, the League walked into the lounge and slumped down in the seats. The League-mobile may have been designed with an excellent eye for comfort, but there was nothing better than home comforts sometimes.
After only a couple of minutes, Martha appeared in the room, accompanied by a young man. He was around a foot taller than Martha, with black hair that hung over his forehead in a floppy fringe and blue eyes. His face wasn't strikingly handsome, but it was still fairly attractive, and he gave the definite impression of being a very caring sort of character. He looked like he was in good shape as well.
"Clark Kent?" Bond asked, standing up to shake Clark's hand, along with the rest of the League.
"Yes, that's me," Clark replied, shaking the hands of all five League members. "What can I do for you?"
"We're agents of the British and American Governments, Mr Kent," Bond explained, as the seven of them sat down. "We're interested in enlisting your services to join our team."
Clark and Martha both looked up, a combination of surprise and fear on their faces.
"You know about... about his powers?" Martha asked, sounding slightly scared.
"Yes," Bond replied. "Don't worry, we're not going to manipulate him for our own ends; we just want his help. After all, his powers do make him a valuable asset in a fight, and he's not exactly short on courage either."
"Exactly," the Doctor commented from his seat, where he was lying back with his feet on the desk as though he owned the place, or at least as though nobody would complain. The odd thing was, nobody did. "After all, going up against someone with all his abilities armed only with a piece of kryptonite? It takes a brave man to attempt a stunt like that."
Clark sighed a little. "How do you know this stuff?" he asked the League in general.
Bond shrugged. "Little things, here and there," he said in a casual manner. "Abilities such as yours can't exactly go unnoticed by everybody, no matter how secret you try to be."
"Don't worry; what you can do goes no further than certain agents of the secret services," the Doctor assured him. "Anyway, I assume you're curious as to why we want your help?"
Clark nodded.
"Well, the situation is thus," Bond said, taking over the conversation from the Doctor. "We have a large host of vampire assassins targeting several world leaders. The Governments of America and Britain believe they have traced the assassins to their point of origin, but they need a very unique team to stop them. You, Mr Kent, are one of the people they want on the team; there are only three more left to recruit after you if you accept."
Clark looked around himself briefly, as though trying to take in everything around him, then sighed.
"I'm in," he said. "Just let me call in school to request a leave of absence, and I'll be..."
"Taken care of," the Doctor grinned. "I can access your school's database and have you listed as sick for the next few days. That should be easy enough."
Clark smiled a little. "Just let me pack, and I'll be right with you." He looked over at Martha and hugged her. "Tell Dad I'll be back as soon as I can, OK? I'll be back, I promise."
"I known you will," Martha smiled. "Now, get going, Clark. You have a world to save."