Oneshot: chloe's adventrues in roswell
Chloe’s adventures in Roswell
Fandom: Smallville, Roswell
Author: vodooman
Rating: g (for now)
Genre: humour, crossover, prompt reply
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Michael
Short summary: You probably wonder why someone like me would end up in a place like Roswell… Please don’t laugh.
Any warnings: none…
Disclaimer: Don’t own Smallville or Roswell, or its characters! I only write fanfic…
A/N: until further notice this really will stay as it is… So, I’ll put it up as a oneshot… and when I feel like writing some more, it will become a series… until then… onehsot!
This is the start of something new.
You probably wonder why someone like me would end up in a place like Roswell… Please don’t laugh... Because yes, this really is an alien waitress outfit, and yes, those are antennas on my head, and no, I haven’t made contact yet. Oh… very funny, haven’t heard that one yet!
Anyway, where was I before I was rudely interrupted with the usual FAQ? Right, how come I’m stuck in Roswell, instead of going off playing detective in Smallville, to investigate the weird? Well, that really is easy. It all has to do with the good-for-nothing-bastard-father of Lex. Yes, I’m talking about Lionel Luthor. That smeary bastard… god, how I hate him!
You see, I had some kind of deal with him. I should investigate my best-friend and spy on him. Anything interesting I come up with I should report back to the slimy devil himself. And before you even ask outraged how I could possibly do such a thing, I didn’t. Ok?
So even after he held up his end of the deal, namely helping me into the Daily Planet, or at least he claimed that he helped me, I know better; he wanted me to do the same. When I refused, the coward smashed my baby! Yes, that’s right, the bastard wrecked the Torch! Just thinking about this unspeakable deed always gives me the creeps and the tears. How could someone do such a thing!
… But really I am getting off track here. What I wanted to say was that I had to find a way to blackmail him. … Ok, so I know now that that really wasn’t the best idea I ever had. But back then, I really believed it was what needed to be done. So I got a confession out of him, yeah me! But at the same time, and in the same sentence come to think of it, I got a death thread from him, bah him!
So the only thing left to me then, because some serious bad stuff happened after his death thread, was to go to devils spawn and request his help! I made another deal, with another Luthor, and voila, here I am. I know it really wasn’t a very clever thing to do.
Because even if Lex claimed to have protected me, I had to leave the second safe house just like I left the first one… just before it exploded and through an underground tunnel. I decided that I really didn’t want to risk getting blown up a third time, left the third safe house while my guards were busy shitting out the food I had somehow managed to mess up… No mister judge sir, your honour, I had no idea that leaving potato salad out causes salmonella and then diarrhoea… And took the first bus that came my direction… several times.
And now I am here. In the middle of nowhere. No daddy, no friends and hopefully no crazy hired killer or exploding safe houses. Yes, I believe this is the start of something new, and hopefully something better. … Just until I can actually testify against that slimy whim… He’ll pay for everything my dad and I had to go through… and for me being stuck in his boring something…
Sorry, but I need to get back to work. My break is over, and I can see that cute blond guy and his dark haired friend enter… and yes! They just seated themselves on my side of the restaurant! Yeah!
Fandom: Smallville, Roswell
Author: vodooman
Rating: g (for now)
Genre: humour, crossover, prompt reply
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Michael
Short summary: You probably wonder why someone like me would end up in a place like Roswell… Please don’t laugh.
Any warnings: none…
Disclaimer: Don’t own Smallville or Roswell, or its characters! I only write fanfic…
A/N: until further notice this really will stay as it is… So, I’ll put it up as a oneshot… and when I feel like writing some more, it will become a series… until then… onehsot!
This is the start of something new.
You probably wonder why someone like me would end up in a place like Roswell… Please don’t laugh... Because yes, this really is an alien waitress outfit, and yes, those are antennas on my head, and no, I haven’t made contact yet. Oh… very funny, haven’t heard that one yet!
Anyway, where was I before I was rudely interrupted with the usual FAQ? Right, how come I’m stuck in Roswell, instead of going off playing detective in Smallville, to investigate the weird? Well, that really is easy. It all has to do with the good-for-nothing-bastard-father of Lex. Yes, I’m talking about Lionel Luthor. That smeary bastard… god, how I hate him!
You see, I had some kind of deal with him. I should investigate my best-friend and spy on him. Anything interesting I come up with I should report back to the slimy devil himself. And before you even ask outraged how I could possibly do such a thing, I didn’t. Ok?
So even after he held up his end of the deal, namely helping me into the Daily Planet, or at least he claimed that he helped me, I know better; he wanted me to do the same. When I refused, the coward smashed my baby! Yes, that’s right, the bastard wrecked the Torch! Just thinking about this unspeakable deed always gives me the creeps and the tears. How could someone do such a thing!
… But really I am getting off track here. What I wanted to say was that I had to find a way to blackmail him. … Ok, so I know now that that really wasn’t the best idea I ever had. But back then, I really believed it was what needed to be done. So I got a confession out of him, yeah me! But at the same time, and in the same sentence come to think of it, I got a death thread from him, bah him!
So the only thing left to me then, because some serious bad stuff happened after his death thread, was to go to devils spawn and request his help! I made another deal, with another Luthor, and voila, here I am. I know it really wasn’t a very clever thing to do.
Because even if Lex claimed to have protected me, I had to leave the second safe house just like I left the first one… just before it exploded and through an underground tunnel. I decided that I really didn’t want to risk getting blown up a third time, left the third safe house while my guards were busy shitting out the food I had somehow managed to mess up… No mister judge sir, your honour, I had no idea that leaving potato salad out causes salmonella and then diarrhoea… And took the first bus that came my direction… several times.
And now I am here. In the middle of nowhere. No daddy, no friends and hopefully no crazy hired killer or exploding safe houses. Yes, I believe this is the start of something new, and hopefully something better. … Just until I can actually testify against that slimy whim… He’ll pay for everything my dad and I had to go through… and for me being stuck in his boring something…
Sorry, but I need to get back to work. My break is over, and I can see that cute blond guy and his dark haired friend enter… and yes! They just seated themselves on my side of the restaurant! Yeah!