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TITLE: Not All Superheroes Wear Capes – Buffy/Lex
Author: Melanie
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Not All Superheroes Wear Capes – Part 2
Not All Superheroes Wear Capes – Part 3
Not All Superheroes Wear Capes
The banging on the door was beginning to annoy him. If it was his father coming back to question him more about Buffy Lex was going to shoot him, he could honestly care less about the repercussions. He’d had a gun and bullet with his fathers name on it ready for years.
“Jesus,” he swore under his breath. The pounding had stopped and then started again. More frantic and even louder if that was possible.
Jeseph made it to the door at the same time he did and Lex waved him away, swinging the door open. The snarl he’d been prepared to mutter died on his lips as his eyes widened and his hands and body moved without his permission. Helping Clark balance Buffy before he dropped her.
“Clark?” he queried quietly. Even without looking he knew that the wetness on his hands was blood.
Buffy’s blood.
Her eyes were closed, her body limp. Clark look terrified, a look that Lex wasn’t familiar with on his best friends face.
Clark never looked scared.
Clark was invincible.
A look at Jeseph had the other man running for the phone. For Lex’s private doctor. The one he used when going to the hospital would raise more questions than there would be answers for.
“Where?” Lex swung her up in his arms, moving quickly up the stairs. He heard Clark shut the door and knew that the younger man would be right behind him. Probably wringing his hands in frustration.
“Alley near the Talon… she… she’s still alive, please tell me she’s still alive, I got her here as fast as I could,” Clark’s voice was desperate in his despair.
Lex gently laid her in the middle of his bed, the too large one that he’d been getting ready for another night of tossing and turning in. He should never have let her leave. Should have insisted that Buffy stay with him. The trouble she could get herself into seemed to rival the trouble that found Lex on a daily basis, the trouble that seemed to follow Clark around like a love-sick puppy.
“Why didn’t you take her to the hospital?” Lex touched her wrist with slightly shaking hands. It was a weakness, but his father wasn’t there and Clark wouldn’t tell a soul. Clark would probably let him cry on his shoulder and take the fact that he’d done so to his grave.
“She wouldn’t let me… Lex she wanted me to take her back to her hotel,” Clark’s voice was shocked; when Jeseph came back he’d have to have him make some tea. Something to soothe his friend.
Lex was going directly to the alcohol.
“Do your parents know where you are?”
“Sort of,” Clark sidestepped the question neatly, probably not even realizing that he was doing so. Some day they’d have to sit down and talk about secrets, today wasn’t that day.
“Call them; let them know you’re okay.”
“What about?” Clark waved a hand at Buffy’s still body.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
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Life was full of moments that defined you. Moments that showed you that no matter how hard you tried to be normal, you were different, you would always be different.
You were born into a family that three-quarters the world hated and the other quarter wanted to be.
You were an outcast when all you’d ever wanted to be was accepted.
Then a meteor shower had left you with a body that showed no injury, but also left you completely bald.
So now you were a freak and an outcast and normality would be something that you would sometimes strive for but never fully gain. You’d get close once, but the girl would flee her own secrets clutched close to her chest.
And once you got her back, after years of futile searches, finding her in the one place that you would never have looked for her in the first place. Once you realized that maybe a semi-normal existence could be found within her arms again the town something would try to take her away from you again.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lex wondered where Buffy had been when the meteors had rained down on Smallville. Had her family been driving through and she’d been caught in the attack? She’d never said so and he’d never asked… there was a possibility that she didn’t even know.
Maybe her experience had been horrific like his and she’d been allowed the small mercy of blocking it from her memories.
He peeled back the covers from her body, her tiny frame quite literally swam in a pair of his pajamas, he pushed aside the top, not enough to bare her but enough that he could draw his hand across her smooth belly.
Hours prior she’d been bleeding from an open, angry wound. She’d been dying. Now the skin now totally unmarred by injury. The gash was gone, her body had restored itself.
She healed as quickly as he did.
His doctor had been dismissed, luckily before Buffy’s body had begun repairing itself. Lex had been the only one present in the room as the flesh had slowly smoothed over.
He had no idea how he would have explained Buffy even to a man that knew that Lex’s body could do the same exact thing.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still touching her. Once Buffy had been cleaned up the sheets had been changed, burned… evidence destroyed. They’d been ruined by the blood that Buffy had lost. But no one needed to know that but him.
He’d sent this driver and Clark to the motel to gather Buffy’s belongings; the duffel bag sitting at his feet contained all the possessions that she’d been traveling with. She was the first woman that he’d ever met that could travel as light as she did.
It had a few changes of clothes a cellphone and a map. At least he assumed it was supposed to be a map. The lines and symbols on it were some that he’d never seen before, and he’d seen his fair share of maps. Driving and treasure both. He’d been a kid once and had gone through a fairly short-lived pirate phase.
This map though was different and he’d thought for about thirty seconds after he picked it up that it had been glowing but that could have been the angle of the light.
The cellphone, it seemed, had been ringing when Clark and the driver had arrived. Clark instead of turning it off and ignoring, like Lex would have done, had instead picked it up and answered it.
He’d been full of sheepish remorse when he’d told Lex. An older man, an English accent had been on the other end. A family friend of Buffy’s it seemed. He’d inquired after Buffy and when Clark had stammered something to him, the man had announced that he was coming for her.
He wasn’t sure exactly how it had been arranged so quickly but he would arrive in a few hours with Buffy’s younger sister and another friend.
Lex had told the staff to have rooms ready and then had closeted himself in with Buffy. Let everyone else have to deal with the irate friends and family when they arrived. They couldn’t take Buffy away from him if they couldn’t get to her.
He smoothed the shirt back down, pulled the covers back up over her, tucking her back into his bed. Settling on his side, head propped on one hand he watched her sleep, memorizing every feature of her face into his mind.
So he could always remember her looking this peaceful.
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Dawn shifted on her feet, ignoring the fact that beside her Willow and Giles continued to argue over whether or not a house this big would have a doorbell or if Giles should use the knocker located on the door.
Giles, she figured, just wanted to use the knocker because as he said ‘you just don’t see them anymore, those newfangled electronic contraptions that play Christmas Carols have replaced them all’.
Sometimes Giles’ age showed.
Besides the fact that at this point she thought that they were just arguing for the sake of arguing. Anything to keep them from thinking about the fact that the Slayer was injured. Seriously injured if the stammering of the young man on Buffy’s phone had been any indication.
Dawn had no idea what would happen to her if something happened to Buffy.
She felt the pang, a twist in her stomach when she thought of Buffy being hurt. Because as invincible as she, as they all thought of Buffy, she knew, just like everyone else that she wasn’t.
Buffy could be hurt, Buffy could die.
The yard was well kept, multiple cars in the rounded driveway, the rental that that Giles had drove looking slightly out of place amongst them.
The front door opening drew Dawn’s attention back to what was happening before her. Willow had backed up a step and was now standing beside her, Dawn knew that if Giles gave the high sign that Willow would use those powers that she tried to not use and protect them.
A young man, taller than anyone that Dawn had ever met, he was even taller than Angel she thought stared down at them.
Damn he was cute. Dawn grinned, tossing her hair.
“Mr. Giles?” soft voice, a wave of a hand took care of the older gentleman that was walking towards them a disapproving look on his face.
“Um… Mr. Luthor?” Dawn bit back a snort, Lex Luthor was in the paper a lot and unless they did a whole bunch of airbrushing to make him look bald, well this boy in no way resembled the man she thought Lex Luthor should be. Of course there was also the fact that Giles didn’t read those papers.
“Oh… no…” a quick laugh. “I’m Clark Kent, we spoke on the phone? Lex is upstairs with Buffy.”
“She’s awake then?” the relief in Giles’ voice was palatable and disappeared as soon as Clark shook his head.
“Oh no… he’s just sitting with her, he was really worried.”
Giles exchanged a look with Willow and Dawn frowned. Why would Lex Luthor of all people be worried about Buffy? Of course why would she have been brought to this house in the first place?
Not that anybody wanted to have to deal with a hospital, but they were easier to deal with than civilians.
With people that had absolutely no clue what the Slayer was or even what she did.
“Of course,” Giles nodded, adopting a look that didn’t bode well for Buffy when she finally woke up.
It was almost enough to make Dawn smile; she could already hear the lecture that Giles was formulating.
“He should be down in a few minutes, Jeseph went to get her,” Clark opened the door wider, having seemed to realize that they had been conversing on the front step. Giles stepped back to allow Dawn and Willow to pass and then himself entered. Clark closing the door behind them.
“It’s alright Clark,” a voice from the top of the steps and Dawn reflexively look up. Now that was Lex Luthor. “Mr. Giles,” he looked directly at Giles as he came down the stairs.
“Oh, yes…” Giles held out his hand, Lex pausing just a second before he took it. A slight shake and then both men were standing there sizing each other.
“Why don’t we go into my office,” Lex offered, Giles nodded and they followed as he led.
Dawn wondered where exactly in the house Buffy was and if it was going to take force to get her out. She’d had enough dealings with Angel and Riley and Spike and the waves of possessiveness rolling off Lex Luthor were the same as the ones that had flowed off each of those men when they thought someone was going to come and snatch Buffy away from them.
Lex waited for them to settle in seats before he sat, Clark wandering the room hand drawing over items as they waited for someone to speak first.
“This is Dawn, Buffy’s sister and Willow Rosenberg, one of Buffy’s friends…” Giles finally said and Dawn watched his hands twitch in his lap. She knew that he wanted to be removing his glasses; on the plane ride here she’d thought he was going to clean the glass right out of the frames.
“I’ve heard about Dawn,” Lex smiled at her and Dawn couldn’t help herself and smiled back. “And I believe Buffy mentioned Willow… and Xander once or twice.”
“And how do you know Buffy?” Willow asked, glaring at Giles when the older man went silent. Not asking the question that they all three wanted answered.
“I met Buffy several years ago, back in 98 I believe, we’d lost touch for a number of years but when I realized that she was in town,” Lex’s voice was smooth as he shrugged.
Willow and Giles exchanged a look, 1998… that would have been when all that stuff with Angelus happened… when Buffy had run away. Had been gone for months and they’d had no clue if she was going to return.
Dawn had memories of it, even though she’d not really been present for it. She’d still been a big ball of energy then.
Sometimes she wished she didn’t have those memories, didn’t have to deal with the pain those memories entailed. Because she could vividly remember lying curled in a ball on her bed listening to their mother cry every night because they had no clue where Buffy was. If she was okay.
She could remember how scared she herself had been, how she’d not understood.
“Mr. Kent said that Buffy was still unconscious?” Giles asked.
“She was conscious for a short time, a few minutes. I had my personal physician come and look at her, her physical injuries are not that serious and he said that she’s just taking some time to recover. She should be fine.”
“Well that’s good,” Giles nodded and Willow smiled. “Once she’s awake again, we’ll take ourselves out of your way.”
Dawn noticed Clark standing up straight, Lex’s eyes following his a smile dancing across his face before vanishing as he listened to Giles talk about moving Buffy back to Sunnydale and Dawn turned slowly in her chair to find out what they were looking at.
Buffy standing there, looking pale, her grip on the door knob probably the only thing keeping her on her feet.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
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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 – Part 3
Not All Superheroes Wear Capes
The banging on the door was beginning to annoy him. If it was his father coming back to question him more about Buffy Lex was going to shoot him, he could honestly care less about the repercussions. He’d had a gun and bullet with his fathers name on it ready for years.
“Jesus,” he swore under his breath. The pounding had stopped and then started again. More frantic and even louder if that was possible.
Jeseph made it to the door at the same time he did and Lex waved him away, swinging the door open. The snarl he’d been prepared to mutter died on his lips as his eyes widened and his hands and body moved without his permission. Helping Clark balance Buffy before he dropped her.
“Clark?” he queried quietly. Even without looking he knew that the wetness on his hands was blood.
Buffy’s blood.
Her eyes were closed, her body limp. Clark look terrified, a look that Lex wasn’t familiar with on his best friends face.
Clark never looked scared.
Clark was invincible.
A look at Jeseph had the other man running for the phone. For Lex’s private doctor. The one he used when going to the hospital would raise more questions than there would be answers for.
“Where?” Lex swung her up in his arms, moving quickly up the stairs. He heard Clark shut the door and knew that the younger man would be right behind him. Probably wringing his hands in frustration.
“Alley near the Talon… she… she’s still alive, please tell me she’s still alive, I got her here as fast as I could,” Clark’s voice was desperate in his despair.
Lex gently laid her in the middle of his bed, the too large one that he’d been getting ready for another night of tossing and turning in. He should never have let her leave. Should have insisted that Buffy stay with him. The trouble she could get herself into seemed to rival the trouble that found Lex on a daily basis, the trouble that seemed to follow Clark around like a love-sick puppy.
“Why didn’t you take her to the hospital?” Lex touched her wrist with slightly shaking hands. It was a weakness, but his father wasn’t there and Clark wouldn’t tell a soul. Clark would probably let him cry on his shoulder and take the fact that he’d done so to his grave.
“She wouldn’t let me… Lex she wanted me to take her back to her hotel,” Clark’s voice was shocked; when Jeseph came back he’d have to have him make some tea. Something to soothe his friend.
Lex was going directly to the alcohol.
“Do your parents know where you are?”
“Sort of,” Clark sidestepped the question neatly, probably not even realizing that he was doing so. Some day they’d have to sit down and talk about secrets, today wasn’t that day.
“Call them; let them know you’re okay.”
“What about?” Clark waved a hand at Buffy’s still body.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Life was full of moments that defined you. Moments that showed you that no matter how hard you tried to be normal, you were different, you would always be different.
You were born into a family that three-quarters the world hated and the other quarter wanted to be.
You were an outcast when all you’d ever wanted to be was accepted.
Then a meteor shower had left you with a body that showed no injury, but also left you completely bald.
So now you were a freak and an outcast and normality would be something that you would sometimes strive for but never fully gain. You’d get close once, but the girl would flee her own secrets clutched close to her chest.
And once you got her back, after years of futile searches, finding her in the one place that you would never have looked for her in the first place. Once you realized that maybe a semi-normal existence could be found within her arms again the town something would try to take her away from you again.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lex wondered where Buffy had been when the meteors had rained down on Smallville. Had her family been driving through and she’d been caught in the attack? She’d never said so and he’d never asked… there was a possibility that she didn’t even know.
Maybe her experience had been horrific like his and she’d been allowed the small mercy of blocking it from her memories.
He peeled back the covers from her body, her tiny frame quite literally swam in a pair of his pajamas, he pushed aside the top, not enough to bare her but enough that he could draw his hand across her smooth belly.
Hours prior she’d been bleeding from an open, angry wound. She’d been dying. Now the skin now totally unmarred by injury. The gash was gone, her body had restored itself.
She healed as quickly as he did.
His doctor had been dismissed, luckily before Buffy’s body had begun repairing itself. Lex had been the only one present in the room as the flesh had slowly smoothed over.
He had no idea how he would have explained Buffy even to a man that knew that Lex’s body could do the same exact thing.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still touching her. Once Buffy had been cleaned up the sheets had been changed, burned… evidence destroyed. They’d been ruined by the blood that Buffy had lost. But no one needed to know that but him.
He’d sent this driver and Clark to the motel to gather Buffy’s belongings; the duffel bag sitting at his feet contained all the possessions that she’d been traveling with. She was the first woman that he’d ever met that could travel as light as she did.
It had a few changes of clothes a cellphone and a map. At least he assumed it was supposed to be a map. The lines and symbols on it were some that he’d never seen before, and he’d seen his fair share of maps. Driving and treasure both. He’d been a kid once and had gone through a fairly short-lived pirate phase.
This map though was different and he’d thought for about thirty seconds after he picked it up that it had been glowing but that could have been the angle of the light.
The cellphone, it seemed, had been ringing when Clark and the driver had arrived. Clark instead of turning it off and ignoring, like Lex would have done, had instead picked it up and answered it.
He’d been full of sheepish remorse when he’d told Lex. An older man, an English accent had been on the other end. A family friend of Buffy’s it seemed. He’d inquired after Buffy and when Clark had stammered something to him, the man had announced that he was coming for her.
He wasn’t sure exactly how it had been arranged so quickly but he would arrive in a few hours with Buffy’s younger sister and another friend.
Lex had told the staff to have rooms ready and then had closeted himself in with Buffy. Let everyone else have to deal with the irate friends and family when they arrived. They couldn’t take Buffy away from him if they couldn’t get to her.
He smoothed the shirt back down, pulled the covers back up over her, tucking her back into his bed. Settling on his side, head propped on one hand he watched her sleep, memorizing every feature of her face into his mind.
So he could always remember her looking this peaceful.
Dawn shifted on her feet, ignoring the fact that beside her Willow and Giles continued to argue over whether or not a house this big would have a doorbell or if Giles should use the knocker located on the door.
Giles, she figured, just wanted to use the knocker because as he said ‘you just don’t see them anymore, those newfangled electronic contraptions that play Christmas Carols have replaced them all’.
Sometimes Giles’ age showed.
Besides the fact that at this point she thought that they were just arguing for the sake of arguing. Anything to keep them from thinking about the fact that the Slayer was injured. Seriously injured if the stammering of the young man on Buffy’s phone had been any indication.
Dawn had no idea what would happen to her if something happened to Buffy.
She felt the pang, a twist in her stomach when she thought of Buffy being hurt. Because as invincible as she, as they all thought of Buffy, she knew, just like everyone else that she wasn’t.
Buffy could be hurt, Buffy could die.
The yard was well kept, multiple cars in the rounded driveway, the rental that that Giles had drove looking slightly out of place amongst them.
The front door opening drew Dawn’s attention back to what was happening before her. Willow had backed up a step and was now standing beside her, Dawn knew that if Giles gave the high sign that Willow would use those powers that she tried to not use and protect them.
A young man, taller than anyone that Dawn had ever met, he was even taller than Angel she thought stared down at them.
Damn he was cute. Dawn grinned, tossing her hair.
“Mr. Giles?” soft voice, a wave of a hand took care of the older gentleman that was walking towards them a disapproving look on his face.
“Um… Mr. Luthor?” Dawn bit back a snort, Lex Luthor was in the paper a lot and unless they did a whole bunch of airbrushing to make him look bald, well this boy in no way resembled the man she thought Lex Luthor should be. Of course there was also the fact that Giles didn’t read those papers.
“Oh… no…” a quick laugh. “I’m Clark Kent, we spoke on the phone? Lex is upstairs with Buffy.”
“She’s awake then?” the relief in Giles’ voice was palatable and disappeared as soon as Clark shook his head.
“Oh no… he’s just sitting with her, he was really worried.”
Giles exchanged a look with Willow and Dawn frowned. Why would Lex Luthor of all people be worried about Buffy? Of course why would she have been brought to this house in the first place?
Not that anybody wanted to have to deal with a hospital, but they were easier to deal with than civilians.
With people that had absolutely no clue what the Slayer was or even what she did.
“Of course,” Giles nodded, adopting a look that didn’t bode well for Buffy when she finally woke up.
It was almost enough to make Dawn smile; she could already hear the lecture that Giles was formulating.
“He should be down in a few minutes, Jeseph went to get her,” Clark opened the door wider, having seemed to realize that they had been conversing on the front step. Giles stepped back to allow Dawn and Willow to pass and then himself entered. Clark closing the door behind them.
“It’s alright Clark,” a voice from the top of the steps and Dawn reflexively look up. Now that was Lex Luthor. “Mr. Giles,” he looked directly at Giles as he came down the stairs.
“Oh, yes…” Giles held out his hand, Lex pausing just a second before he took it. A slight shake and then both men were standing there sizing each other.
“Why don’t we go into my office,” Lex offered, Giles nodded and they followed as he led.
Dawn wondered where exactly in the house Buffy was and if it was going to take force to get her out. She’d had enough dealings with Angel and Riley and Spike and the waves of possessiveness rolling off Lex Luthor were the same as the ones that had flowed off each of those men when they thought someone was going to come and snatch Buffy away from them.
Lex waited for them to settle in seats before he sat, Clark wandering the room hand drawing over items as they waited for someone to speak first.
“This is Dawn, Buffy’s sister and Willow Rosenberg, one of Buffy’s friends…” Giles finally said and Dawn watched his hands twitch in his lap. She knew that he wanted to be removing his glasses; on the plane ride here she’d thought he was going to clean the glass right out of the frames.
“I’ve heard about Dawn,” Lex smiled at her and Dawn couldn’t help herself and smiled back. “And I believe Buffy mentioned Willow… and Xander once or twice.”
“And how do you know Buffy?” Willow asked, glaring at Giles when the older man went silent. Not asking the question that they all three wanted answered.
“I met Buffy several years ago, back in 98 I believe, we’d lost touch for a number of years but when I realized that she was in town,” Lex’s voice was smooth as he shrugged.
Willow and Giles exchanged a look, 1998… that would have been when all that stuff with Angelus happened… when Buffy had run away. Had been gone for months and they’d had no clue if she was going to return.
Dawn had memories of it, even though she’d not really been present for it. She’d still been a big ball of energy then.
Sometimes she wished she didn’t have those memories, didn’t have to deal with the pain those memories entailed. Because she could vividly remember lying curled in a ball on her bed listening to their mother cry every night because they had no clue where Buffy was. If she was okay.
She could remember how scared she herself had been, how she’d not understood.
“Mr. Kent said that Buffy was still unconscious?” Giles asked.
“She was conscious for a short time, a few minutes. I had my personal physician come and look at her, her physical injuries are not that serious and he said that she’s just taking some time to recover. She should be fine.”
“Well that’s good,” Giles nodded and Willow smiled. “Once she’s awake again, we’ll take ourselves out of your way.”
Dawn noticed Clark standing up straight, Lex’s eyes following his a smile dancing across his face before vanishing as he listened to Giles talk about moving Buffy back to Sunnydale and Dawn turned slowly in her chair to find out what they were looking at.
Buffy standing there, looking pale, her grip on the door knob probably the only thing keeping her on her feet.
“I’m not going anywhere.”