POI fic: Run In
TITLE: POI fic - Run in
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Smallville crossover fusion fic #1. First meeting between Harold and John
NOTES: in this fusion, Harold=Lex Luthor, John=Clark Kent
Harold Luthor was headed off into exile. Of course, it wasn’t phrased in those terms, instead it was referred to as a “learning experience” and a chance for him to “prove himself as a manager.” Truth was, it was an attempt to keep him away from the seat of power at Luthorcorp as long as possible. Harold was only in his early 20s, and not yet trusted with his father’s legacy. The board chose to ignore the fact that much of the companies recent success was already due to Harold. Lionel Luthor had been a ruthless bastard, using underhanded techniques to crush his competition. Harold instead thought the company should thrive simply by being better (although Harold could be quite ruthless when he felt the need). Most of Luthorcorp’s recent profits had come from technological advances courtesy of Harold, even when he was as young as 15.
Harold was driving along in his BMW, quietly fuming over the injustice of the situation, when he rounded a bend and suddenly --COW!
He swerved to avoid the bovine but lost control when he hit the deep ruts and stones bordering the road and ended up running into a tree. Through the wreckage, he caught sight of a blurry shape rapidly headed his way. Harold’s last thoughts were “What the?” before he blacked out.
Daisy had gone walkabout again. John had set off in search of the missing cow. From a distance he saw the near collision and its disastrous aftermath. He quickly super sped to the sight of the crash to check on the status of the occupant. The driver had passed out by the time he arrived. He did a quick check before gently easing him out of the car and onto the nearby grass.
Harold came woozily back to consciousness, aware of various aches and a pounding headache. Blinking open his eyes he met the concerned gaze of a young stranger, who asked “Are you alright?” The stranger introduced himself as John and helped Harold to sit up and survey the damage to himself and his car. Unfortunately, Harold’s phone had also been damaged in the crash and his would-be savior wasn’t carrying one. That left a limited number of possibilities:
1. walk to the nearest farmhouse (which wasn’t that near) to call a tow truck. Although not injured too badly in the crash, Harold didn’t think he was up to this.
2. Wait for a car to pass by to provide assistance. He hadn’t passed any other vehicles on the way to town so was not sure how long this would take.
3. Send John to call for assistance. Although this seemed the option that would provide the quickest results, Harold didn’t relish being left on his own with the cow (It was looking at him funny. Maybe it wanted payback for the near miss?)
So he decided on option 2, and hoped that it wouldn’t be too long before someone passed by.
John could tell that Harold didn’t want to be left alone. So while they waited he tried to distract him and keep him awake for fear of a possible concussion by talking to him. So John rambled on, Harold occasionally commenting or asking a question. Harold was a very good listener and seemed much more interested in John’s bucolic existence than John would have expected from a sophisticated city dweller. It was actually kind of nice to have Harold’s undivided attention. Smallville was so small that everyone knew everyone’s business already. It had been a while since John had an audience unaware of what was going on in his life. Harold, for his part, was fascinated with this glimpse of a lifestyle so different from his own.
While it took a few hours for someone else to come down the road, the time seemed to fly by. Harold thanked John for his assistance and for keeping him company before departing for town. John smiled as he walked home with Daisy, glad to have met Harold even if it was unlikely he would run into him again.
As it happened, John was mistaken. Later that week he had to deliver some produce to the Luthor castle in response to an order to stock up the shelves. He was interested to get a glimpse inside the huge edifice that had been a focal point of the town for so many years. He was surprised that Harold was in the kitchen when he brought in the vegetables, and after exchanging a few pleasantries John easily started placing the boxes of food in the pantry. Then Harold spied the rolled up copy of Shakespeare John had been carrying around in his back pocket. John had taken to trying to plow through it whenever he had a spare moment as he found it difficult to follow and rather slow going. On mentioning his problems with the material, Harold began an interesting and informative lecture on the play. As time went on he offered John a snack of milk and cookies while he expounded further on Shakespeare and the play in question. By the time he was finished John was feeling much better about his English grade. Harold said it was the most interesting conversation he had had all week, and invited John to stop by any time if he had further questions about his assignments. Thus began a friendship that would become the stuff of legends.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: Smallville crossover fusion fic #1. First meeting between Harold and John
NOTES: in this fusion, Harold=Lex Luthor, John=Clark Kent
Harold Luthor was headed off into exile. Of course, it wasn’t phrased in those terms, instead it was referred to as a “learning experience” and a chance for him to “prove himself as a manager.” Truth was, it was an attempt to keep him away from the seat of power at Luthorcorp as long as possible. Harold was only in his early 20s, and not yet trusted with his father’s legacy. The board chose to ignore the fact that much of the companies recent success was already due to Harold. Lionel Luthor had been a ruthless bastard, using underhanded techniques to crush his competition. Harold instead thought the company should thrive simply by being better (although Harold could be quite ruthless when he felt the need). Most of Luthorcorp’s recent profits had come from technological advances courtesy of Harold, even when he was as young as 15.
Harold was driving along in his BMW, quietly fuming over the injustice of the situation, when he rounded a bend and suddenly --COW!
He swerved to avoid the bovine but lost control when he hit the deep ruts and stones bordering the road and ended up running into a tree. Through the wreckage, he caught sight of a blurry shape rapidly headed his way. Harold’s last thoughts were “What the?” before he blacked out.
Daisy had gone walkabout again. John had set off in search of the missing cow. From a distance he saw the near collision and its disastrous aftermath. He quickly super sped to the sight of the crash to check on the status of the occupant. The driver had passed out by the time he arrived. He did a quick check before gently easing him out of the car and onto the nearby grass.
Harold came woozily back to consciousness, aware of various aches and a pounding headache. Blinking open his eyes he met the concerned gaze of a young stranger, who asked “Are you alright?” The stranger introduced himself as John and helped Harold to sit up and survey the damage to himself and his car. Unfortunately, Harold’s phone had also been damaged in the crash and his would-be savior wasn’t carrying one. That left a limited number of possibilities:
1. walk to the nearest farmhouse (which wasn’t that near) to call a tow truck. Although not injured too badly in the crash, Harold didn’t think he was up to this.
2. Wait for a car to pass by to provide assistance. He hadn’t passed any other vehicles on the way to town so was not sure how long this would take.
3. Send John to call for assistance. Although this seemed the option that would provide the quickest results, Harold didn’t relish being left on his own with the cow (It was looking at him funny. Maybe it wanted payback for the near miss?)
So he decided on option 2, and hoped that it wouldn’t be too long before someone passed by.
John could tell that Harold didn’t want to be left alone. So while they waited he tried to distract him and keep him awake for fear of a possible concussion by talking to him. So John rambled on, Harold occasionally commenting or asking a question. Harold was a very good listener and seemed much more interested in John’s bucolic existence than John would have expected from a sophisticated city dweller. It was actually kind of nice to have Harold’s undivided attention. Smallville was so small that everyone knew everyone’s business already. It had been a while since John had an audience unaware of what was going on in his life. Harold, for his part, was fascinated with this glimpse of a lifestyle so different from his own.
While it took a few hours for someone else to come down the road, the time seemed to fly by. Harold thanked John for his assistance and for keeping him company before departing for town. John smiled as he walked home with Daisy, glad to have met Harold even if it was unlikely he would run into him again.
As it happened, John was mistaken. Later that week he had to deliver some produce to the Luthor castle in response to an order to stock up the shelves. He was interested to get a glimpse inside the huge edifice that had been a focal point of the town for so many years. He was surprised that Harold was in the kitchen when he brought in the vegetables, and after exchanging a few pleasantries John easily started placing the boxes of food in the pantry. Then Harold spied the rolled up copy of Shakespeare John had been carrying around in his back pocket. John had taken to trying to plow through it whenever he had a spare moment as he found it difficult to follow and rather slow going. On mentioning his problems with the material, Harold began an interesting and informative lecture on the play. As time went on he offered John a snack of milk and cookies while he expounded further on Shakespeare and the play in question. By the time he was finished John was feeling much better about his English grade. Harold said it was the most interesting conversation he had had all week, and invited John to stop by any time if he had further questions about his assignments. Thus began a friendship that would become the stuff of legends.