Unusual Meeting
A/N: These characters and the shows they come from are in no way mine, nor do I claim them. I only want to borrow them for a bit
Hi, this is my first fanfic. Hope you all enjoy it—will try to keep it updated often. This is unbeta-ed, and all mistakes are mine. This is a throwback to the second season. I'm a sucker for happy and uncomplicated. Relatively speaking.
The thrumming of the engine nearly drowned out the classical music. Lex relaxed as much as he ever did, feeling the Ferrari eat up the miles to the mansion. Work at the plant had gone well today. No mutant attacks, no bitter ex-employees, no strife. The books had even balanced. All in all, a good day. It was late in the afternoon, the sun's rays fading into a beautiful sunset. The road was clear, and a few more fields and he'd be home. He was thinking idly of what to do during the coming weekend. Currently between flames, he wondered if he should go to the new bar that had opened near his old haunts in Metropolis. It was upscale, and he'd met many a night's entertainment at places like it. He was already musing about whether to look for a brunette or a redhead when an unexpected flash caught his eye.
He looked over to his left, and in a distant field saw what appeared to be smoke rising from a small structure. There was another flash, and he saw flames suddenly jumping from the building. He was already turning the car down a track that led there before he was consciously aware of it. The storage shed, or whatever it was, was on the outskirts of the Kent farm. Hoping that no meteor mutants would meet him, Lex pushed his vehicle as fast as the dirt would allow.
Clark gasped, and sent another stream of heat vision at the creature. It hadn't affected it the first time, but he had nothing else. He'd tried speeding by it, but it had caught him and thrown him in the corner of the shed. He'd tried grabbing it and throwing it, a tried and true method, but it had nearly crushed his own arm and then tried to bite him. It attacked, and it was all Clark could do to fight it off. At times like these, he wished he'd learned martial arts. It would certainly have come in handy. Meanwhile, around him the shed began to burn. At least there wasn't any meteor rock nearby, so he was still invulnerable. To anything but the creature, it seemed. He wondered why he always seemed to attract trouble.
It had been a normal day, and after school he'd sped through his chores and wondered what to do that evening. Lana was off with her aunt in Metropolis, Chloe and Pete had the free movie passes to the local theatre (there were only 2 that Pete had won from a box of cereal, and Chloe had had such a bad day with the toilet story for the Torch-he didn't even want to think about the details of that-that Pete had taken pity on her and asked her to go instead of Clark. Clark had said he'd understood-it was a chick flick anyway. He'd told them to have fun, but not too much.) and his Mom and Dad wanted to have THEIR time together. He'd left the farm with strict instructions to go and have fun (not too much) and don't come back for at least 3 hours. So he'd headed for the mansion. He figured Lex would be back from work by the time he got there, and they could play pool or hang out. He hadn't spent as much time over there lately, and wanted to see his friend. The big screen TV and endless snacks and movies didn't hurt either.
He'd taken his time walking and jogging through the fields, super speeding through parts of it. He figured he'd check on things as he went, and aimed for the storage shed that came in handy during certain harvests. Clark was surprised to see movement at the shed. His eyes spotted something smoking in a furrow of the field near the shed. As he got closer, he saw something metallic. Clark gulped, and slowed down. He tentatively approached the metal object that was lying in a furrow near the shed, all senses alert. It didn't look like his ship, but at the same time it didn't look like something native to Earth, either. It appeared to resemble an overgrown bullet. Wide in the middle, tapered at both ends-one end slightly bulkier than the other. He scanned around the area, switching to X-ray. His vision detected nothing-no movement, and his eyes couldn't penetrate the-ship? It must contain lead, he thought, vision slipping to normal. A blinding pain on the side of his head was his first clue that he wasn't alone.
Clark stumbled, half falling through the door to the shed. He looked up, still in shock that he had been hurt with no meteor rocks nearby. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of utter dark, black eyes, glistening snout, pointed-ears? And too many limbs. Two appendages-arms? -flashed towards him, wicked-looking claws on the ends of the fingers. He darted back, out of reach-or so he thought. The arms impossibly reached forward almost too quickly for him to see, and he felt the claws scrape through his shirt. Surprised, he flashed his new heat vision at the creature, hating to use his powers to hurt another but at a loss of what else to do. The creature's mouth seemed to grin as twin red beams hit what he thought was a shoulder-and slid off to touch the shed wall. Clark gaped. He stared at the creature in confusion, and before he could even voice a question it attacked. He fought back, instinctively feeling that it wouldn't listen to reason—if it would even understand his language. By the second time he'd resorted to his heat vision he'd been knocked around worse than during his worst meeting with a meteor mutant. The shed walls were burning merrily around him. He wondered if the creature-he just knew it couldn't be from Earth-would be susceptible to burning. It was beginning to be his last hope.
To be continued(the dreaded words-sorry!)