SV - Fic - Training Day (Superhero!Lex WIP)
More story! This part comes before First Patrol. Alas, nothing much really happens. Anyway, Clark/Lex, PG, about 250 words. Enjoy!
The list of the previous parts/pics is behind the cut, as it's now rather big.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/85638.html - Masks (fic)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/85902.html - Clark wearing just the wings (manip)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/86248.html - Wings (fic)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/86541.html - Powers and Responsibility (fic)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/86947.html - Lex as UltraMan (manip)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/87287.html - Clark and Lex wrapped in the wings (manip)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/87776.html - Genesis of UltraMan (fic)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/105514.html - First Patrol (fic)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/106788.html - UltraMan and Superman (art)
Training Day
by Laura
The next morning, Lex informed his PA he would be working at home. He then went to Allure, bought the fabric for UltraMan’s uniform and flew it and the drawing to Smallville.
Clark told Perry and Lois he would be working from home as well. Really, they’d both be training Lex how to use the rest of the powers.
Lex had already mastered flight and superspeed. By the end of the day, he had also fired bullets at his own body with no ill effect and lifted the dining table with one hand. He’d looked through solid objects and lit candles with his own eyes. He’d trained his hearing to pick up noises from a long way away. He’d also frozen a bottle of vodka with his breath.
“Lex, you were great! You understood all the powers!”
“I had a excellent teacher, Clark. I think I’m ready to be UltraMan, now.”
Clark was impressed with Lex. He could do this. He could be a superhero. That didn’t prevent Clark from being scared stiff for him. This must have been how Lex had felt when Clark first became Superman.
***
On Thursday, they went back to work. Martha called Lex on his cell at 1pm, to say the uniform was done. Lex told her he’d fly in to pick it up that night.
So, after their evening meal, Lex went to Smallville. He arrived back at the penthouse just fifteen minutes later.
“Lex! Can I see?” Clark breezily asked.
“No, Clark. Wait until tomorrow night,” Lex informed him, with a smirk.
“Spoilsport,” Clark retorted, pouting.
“Are you sure you’re nearly thirty, Clark?” Lex said.
Clark just stuck his tongue out at Lex, proving his point.
TBC
The list of the previous parts/pics is behind the cut, as it's now rather big.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/85638.html - Masks (fic)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/85902.html - Clark wearing just the wings (manip)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/86248.html - Wings (fic)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/86541.html - Powers and Responsibility (fic)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/86947.html - Lex as UltraMan (manip)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/laurab1/87287.html - Clark and Lex wrapped in the wings (manip)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/87776.html - Genesis of UltraMan (fic)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/105514.html - First Patrol (fic)
http://laurab1.livejournal.com/106788.html - UltraMan and Superman (art)
Training Day
by Laura
The next morning, Lex informed his PA he would be working at home. He then went to Allure, bought the fabric for UltraMan’s uniform and flew it and the drawing to Smallville.
Clark told Perry and Lois he would be working from home as well. Really, they’d both be training Lex how to use the rest of the powers.
Lex had already mastered flight and superspeed. By the end of the day, he had also fired bullets at his own body with no ill effect and lifted the dining table with one hand. He’d looked through solid objects and lit candles with his own eyes. He’d trained his hearing to pick up noises from a long way away. He’d also frozen a bottle of vodka with his breath.
“Lex, you were great! You understood all the powers!”
“I had a excellent teacher, Clark. I think I’m ready to be UltraMan, now.”
Clark was impressed with Lex. He could do this. He could be a superhero. That didn’t prevent Clark from being scared stiff for him. This must have been how Lex had felt when Clark first became Superman.
***
On Thursday, they went back to work. Martha called Lex on his cell at 1pm, to say the uniform was done. Lex told her he’d fly in to pick it up that night.
So, after their evening meal, Lex went to Smallville. He arrived back at the penthouse just fifteen minutes later.
“Lex! Can I see?” Clark breezily asked.
“No, Clark. Wait until tomorrow night,” Lex informed him, with a smirk.
“Spoilsport,” Clark retorted, pouting.
“Are you sure you’re nearly thirty, Clark?” Lex said.
Clark just stuck his tongue out at Lex, proving his point.
TBC