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TITLE: Not All Superheroes Wear Capes – Buffy/Lex
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Part 1 - http://www.geocities.com/laniew1/naswc1.html
Not All Superheroes Wear Capes – Part 2
Not All Superheroes Wear Capes
Sometimes Clark cursed what he was, actually most of the time he cursed what he was.
Because what he was, meant that he was traipsing around Smallville in the middle of the night looking for a meteor mutant that had attacked two of towns inhabitants over the course of a few days.
The mutants were his responsibility; they had been caused by him after all.
Caused by his crash-landing on this planet, because his own was being destroyed.
If he’d never been sent to Earth than the mutants would just be normal, ordinary citizens living normal, ordinary lives.
Guilt seemed to be an ever present emotion. He hated it but…
The streets were silent, the newspaper which had only notified the public that there was some sort of dangerous predator on the loose, had urged that very same public to go on with their lives so as to not alarm people, but also asked them to please be safe.
Unspoken that meant they had no idea what they were dealing with and the sheriff was to much of a wimp to actually order a curfew for the residents of Smallville.
Clark knew from previous experience that the streets would be silent and empty. Most stores would have closed as early as possible, normally before the sun even set. All that was why he was so surprised to hear the sound of a fight.
Then he was alarmed to hear the silence.
Had someone got stuck out after dark, someone who didn’t read the paper, a passer-through who didn’t realize the danger of the situation?
He put on a final burst of speed, hoping against hope that he wasn’t to late. That some innocent bystander hadn’t been hurt, or worse killed because he’d come here.
He almost tripped over the body at the mouth of the alley, just barely catching himself before he did. He gaped at it silently, it was definitely a mutant, of course it was one that he’d never seen before, but that wasn’t new.
What was new was that it was dead… and that someone other than him had been fighting it. A young woman, blonde hair, vaguely familiar only for the time that he’d spent at Lex’s side watching her motel room was lying on the ground amidst a pool of blood.
“Oh my god,” Clark stumbled over the mutants body and to her side in a split second. Lex was going to kill him. Kill him so totally dead that he would be feeling it in the after life.
“Buffy,” he touched her cheek gently, his mind running through what little first aid he remembered in his shock. Her eyes fluttered open and he tried to smile reassuringly down at her. From the expression on her face he didn’t think it worked… either that or she was distracted by her wounds, her pain.
He glanced over at his shoulder, the mutant thing was definitely dead… and glowing? His eyes widened as he watched it disappear into a haze and then the only remains of it, the only thing telling him that he was not totally insane was the green goo that was where it had been lying.
“What the hell…?” he swore softly. Because he’d seen a lot but he’d never seen a mutant do that before.
Buffy made a sound that sounded similar to satisfaction before her whole body relaxed and her eyes once more closed.
“Oh, hey, no…” Clark turned his attention back to her. The mutant having dissolved into a puddle of goo momentarily pushed to the back of his mind as he concentrated on the task at hand. His hands moved awkwardly over her body, shoving her shirt up slightly he winced in sympathy at the angry, red, still bleeding open wound in her abdomen. There were some other cuts and scrapes, some bruising. But that wound seemed to be where the majority of the blood pooling around her still body was coming from.
The whole two hours of first aid that he’d had in Health Class came flooding back and he fought to pull the relevant information from the onslaught.
“Buffy?” he called her name softly, touching her face gently when she didn’t respond. He wiped his hand on his jeans when he noticed the blood that his touch left behind. She opened her eyes and her gaze was unfocused, he knew that she wasn’t really seeing him. That she was lost somewhere in her mind hiding from the pain.
“I’m going to take you to the hospital now,” he stated. Then I’m going to call Lex and beg his forgiveness for not being on time, was unspoken. He moved to try and scoop her into his arms as painlessly as possible when an impossibly strong hand stopped him.
He stared down in shock at the hand wrapped around his forearm then looked up at Buffy’s pain-filled eyes. They had cleared somewhat and he got the impression looking into them that this was a girl that knew all about secrets.
“No hospital,” she said firmly, if somewhat breathlessly.
“What?” he said dumbly, because no hospital? So not going to happen. Lex would kill him if he didn’t get her immediate medical attention.
“No hospital,” she repeated, her voice just a bit stronger. “Just… take me back… to my hotel,” she blinked at him once before attempting to sit up.
“Your hotel?” he frowned. “Lex would kill me.”
“You know… Lex?” her eyes narrowed slightly. “Were you following me?”
“No!... No…” Clark hoped he didn’t look sheepish or in any way suspicious. “I was just… you know… walking around,” he finished lamely.
The suspicious look didn’t fade. “There’s a curfew.”
“Yeah… I know,” he risked a glance over his shoulder; mutant was still a big pile of green goo.
Buffy collapsed back onto the concrete, panting quietly. Clark touched her stomach; she was still bleeding although it was slowing. He couldn’t remember if that was good or bad… especially seeing as how he hadn’t done anything to halt the bleeding.
In a split second he made his decision. Buffy didn’t want to go to the hospital; there was no way in hell that he was taking her back to her hotel to bleed to death. He could take her to his mom but unless she had Lex with all his connections would know somebody who could help her.
He scooped her up his arms, trying to be gentle. Trying not to jar her in any way. He needn’t have bothered, she was already unconscious.
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TITLE: Not All Superheroes Wear Capes – Buffy/Lex
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Part 1 - http://www.geocities.com/laniew1/naswc1.html
Not All Superheroes Wear Capes – Part 2
Not All Superheroes Wear Capes
Sometimes Clark cursed what he was, actually most of the time he cursed what he was.
Because what he was, meant that he was traipsing around Smallville in the middle of the night looking for a meteor mutant that had attacked two of towns inhabitants over the course of a few days.
The mutants were his responsibility; they had been caused by him after all.
Caused by his crash-landing on this planet, because his own was being destroyed.
If he’d never been sent to Earth than the mutants would just be normal, ordinary citizens living normal, ordinary lives.
Guilt seemed to be an ever present emotion. He hated it but…
The streets were silent, the newspaper which had only notified the public that there was some sort of dangerous predator on the loose, had urged that very same public to go on with their lives so as to not alarm people, but also asked them to please be safe.
Unspoken that meant they had no idea what they were dealing with and the sheriff was to much of a wimp to actually order a curfew for the residents of Smallville.
Clark knew from previous experience that the streets would be silent and empty. Most stores would have closed as early as possible, normally before the sun even set. All that was why he was so surprised to hear the sound of a fight.
Then he was alarmed to hear the silence.
Had someone got stuck out after dark, someone who didn’t read the paper, a passer-through who didn’t realize the danger of the situation?
He put on a final burst of speed, hoping against hope that he wasn’t to late. That some innocent bystander hadn’t been hurt, or worse killed because he’d come here.
He almost tripped over the body at the mouth of the alley, just barely catching himself before he did. He gaped at it silently, it was definitely a mutant, of course it was one that he’d never seen before, but that wasn’t new.
What was new was that it was dead… and that someone other than him had been fighting it. A young woman, blonde hair, vaguely familiar only for the time that he’d spent at Lex’s side watching her motel room was lying on the ground amidst a pool of blood.
“Oh my god,” Clark stumbled over the mutants body and to her side in a split second. Lex was going to kill him. Kill him so totally dead that he would be feeling it in the after life.
“Buffy,” he touched her cheek gently, his mind running through what little first aid he remembered in his shock. Her eyes fluttered open and he tried to smile reassuringly down at her. From the expression on her face he didn’t think it worked… either that or she was distracted by her wounds, her pain.
He glanced over at his shoulder, the mutant thing was definitely dead… and glowing? His eyes widened as he watched it disappear into a haze and then the only remains of it, the only thing telling him that he was not totally insane was the green goo that was where it had been lying.
“What the hell…?” he swore softly. Because he’d seen a lot but he’d never seen a mutant do that before.
Buffy made a sound that sounded similar to satisfaction before her whole body relaxed and her eyes once more closed.
“Oh, hey, no…” Clark turned his attention back to her. The mutant having dissolved into a puddle of goo momentarily pushed to the back of his mind as he concentrated on the task at hand. His hands moved awkwardly over her body, shoving her shirt up slightly he winced in sympathy at the angry, red, still bleeding open wound in her abdomen. There were some other cuts and scrapes, some bruising. But that wound seemed to be where the majority of the blood pooling around her still body was coming from.
The whole two hours of first aid that he’d had in Health Class came flooding back and he fought to pull the relevant information from the onslaught.
“Buffy?” he called her name softly, touching her face gently when she didn’t respond. He wiped his hand on his jeans when he noticed the blood that his touch left behind. She opened her eyes and her gaze was unfocused, he knew that she wasn’t really seeing him. That she was lost somewhere in her mind hiding from the pain.
“I’m going to take you to the hospital now,” he stated. Then I’m going to call Lex and beg his forgiveness for not being on time, was unspoken. He moved to try and scoop her into his arms as painlessly as possible when an impossibly strong hand stopped him.
He stared down in shock at the hand wrapped around his forearm then looked up at Buffy’s pain-filled eyes. They had cleared somewhat and he got the impression looking into them that this was a girl that knew all about secrets.
“No hospital,” she said firmly, if somewhat breathlessly.
“What?” he said dumbly, because no hospital? So not going to happen. Lex would kill him if he didn’t get her immediate medical attention.
“No hospital,” she repeated, her voice just a bit stronger. “Just… take me back… to my hotel,” she blinked at him once before attempting to sit up.
“Your hotel?” he frowned. “Lex would kill me.”
“You know… Lex?” her eyes narrowed slightly. “Were you following me?”
“No!... No…” Clark hoped he didn’t look sheepish or in any way suspicious. “I was just… you know… walking around,” he finished lamely.
The suspicious look didn’t fade. “There’s a curfew.”
“Yeah… I know,” he risked a glance over his shoulder; mutant was still a big pile of green goo.
Buffy collapsed back onto the concrete, panting quietly. Clark touched her stomach; she was still bleeding although it was slowing. He couldn’t remember if that was good or bad… especially seeing as how he hadn’t done anything to halt the bleeding.
In a split second he made his decision. Buffy didn’t want to go to the hospital; there was no way in hell that he was taking her back to her hotel to bleed to death. He could take her to his mom but unless she had Lex with all his connections would know somebody who could help her.
He scooped her up his arms, trying to be gentle. Trying not to jar her in any way. He needn’t have bothered, she was already unconscious.
next part;-)
Date: 2003-10-25 04:49 pm (UTC)This is soooooooooo great, i love ya for writing this crossover, really!
Keep going, please!
Peggy