POI fic: Satan is a dork
TITLE: POI fic - Satan is a dork
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: POI Smallville crossover fusion #3: a bonding moment
NOTES: takes place after Harold&John have been BFFs for some time in Smallville
In this fusion Harold=Lex Luthor; John=Clark Kent; Nathan=Jonathan Kent
Satan was a dork. Ok. Technically more like his son. The son of Satan was a big dork.
Nathan had been surprised when he went out to the barn to check on the boys. The sight that met his eyes wasn’t what he would have expected when Harold dragged John off for a literary discussion.
Comic books, in and out of their protective plastic sleeves, were littered all over the couch and floor of the barn loft. Harold was chattering away about Warrior Angel and Devilicus while John looked amused to find his stoic friend so uncharacteristically animated.
Nathan once again berated himself for thinking this boy was anything like his hated father. And boy he was: for all the responsibility he carried on his thin shoulders he was still so young. Nathan had failed to see that at first, blinded by the grudge he held against Lionel Luthor.
Since their first meeting, the two boys had become nearly inseparable. At times Nathan felt as if he had gained another son, what with Harold being so often underfoot.
But the damage Nathan had done at the rocky start of his and Harold’s relationship still persisted. Harold still had an air of caution about him when dealing with Nathan, as if he was still waiting for the moment when Nathan would change his mind and turn on him again. Nathan would just have to persevere and show with his actions that Harold was accepted now, and maybe even loved.
Harold was good for John. He was level-headed, meticulous, and cautious where John had a tendency towards recklessness and a certain disregard for his own safety in terms of his secret. Nathan was glad to have someone else help him watch out for John, especially as Harold was Luthor enough to be an expert at sneaky cover-ups and misdirection. (The only problem was Harold’s regrettable tendency to attract crazies like a magnet)
Nathan cleared his throat and when he had the boys' attention said it was getting late and that they should come into the house for some dinner. The tips of Harold’s ears turned slightly pink but he thanked Nathan politely and began to methodically gather up his precious comics. John began helping to place them back in their protective sleeves and in short order they had a small stack each.
Nathan thought of that moment months later when John was grumbling about what to get a billionaire for his birthday. On his next trip into town Nathan stopped by the drug store and bought a Warrior Angel comic. He used one of the pictures inside as a guide to whittle a small figurine and painted it with some paint left over from an old model kit.
Harold blinked back tears behind his glasses when he unwrapped the present, clutching the little statue tightly in his had as he choked out a heartfelt “Thank you, Mr. Kent.” John bathed his best friend and his father in a happy smile, no longer worried about the reception for his own present. He figured his dad had just made Harold’s birthday.
Nathan got a little choked up himself when a short time later Harold loaned John his car for a date with Jessica. Hanging on the car keys in a place of honor was the little Warrior Angel.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: POI Smallville crossover fusion #3: a bonding moment
NOTES: takes place after Harold&John have been BFFs for some time in Smallville
In this fusion Harold=Lex Luthor; John=Clark Kent; Nathan=Jonathan Kent
Satan was a dork. Ok. Technically more like his son. The son of Satan was a big dork.
Nathan had been surprised when he went out to the barn to check on the boys. The sight that met his eyes wasn’t what he would have expected when Harold dragged John off for a literary discussion.
Comic books, in and out of their protective plastic sleeves, were littered all over the couch and floor of the barn loft. Harold was chattering away about Warrior Angel and Devilicus while John looked amused to find his stoic friend so uncharacteristically animated.
Nathan once again berated himself for thinking this boy was anything like his hated father. And boy he was: for all the responsibility he carried on his thin shoulders he was still so young. Nathan had failed to see that at first, blinded by the grudge he held against Lionel Luthor.
Since their first meeting, the two boys had become nearly inseparable. At times Nathan felt as if he had gained another son, what with Harold being so often underfoot.
But the damage Nathan had done at the rocky start of his and Harold’s relationship still persisted. Harold still had an air of caution about him when dealing with Nathan, as if he was still waiting for the moment when Nathan would change his mind and turn on him again. Nathan would just have to persevere and show with his actions that Harold was accepted now, and maybe even loved.
Harold was good for John. He was level-headed, meticulous, and cautious where John had a tendency towards recklessness and a certain disregard for his own safety in terms of his secret. Nathan was glad to have someone else help him watch out for John, especially as Harold was Luthor enough to be an expert at sneaky cover-ups and misdirection. (The only problem was Harold’s regrettable tendency to attract crazies like a magnet)
Nathan cleared his throat and when he had the boys' attention said it was getting late and that they should come into the house for some dinner. The tips of Harold’s ears turned slightly pink but he thanked Nathan politely and began to methodically gather up his precious comics. John began helping to place them back in their protective sleeves and in short order they had a small stack each.
Nathan thought of that moment months later when John was grumbling about what to get a billionaire for his birthday. On his next trip into town Nathan stopped by the drug store and bought a Warrior Angel comic. He used one of the pictures inside as a guide to whittle a small figurine and painted it with some paint left over from an old model kit.
Harold blinked back tears behind his glasses when he unwrapped the present, clutching the little statue tightly in his had as he choked out a heartfelt “Thank you, Mr. Kent.” John bathed his best friend and his father in a happy smile, no longer worried about the reception for his own present. He figured his dad had just made Harold’s birthday.
Nathan got a little choked up himself when a short time later Harold loaned John his car for a date with Jessica. Hanging on the car keys in a place of honor was the little Warrior Angel.