SV/toonverse - Fic - Kings of the Castle (part 1 of WIP)
A story! This is another expanded drabble, based on the Superman episode, "Brave New Metropolis". It was also inspired a manip by lexalot. The original drabble, a link to the manip and a link to the caps on World's Finest are here - http://laurab1.livejournal.com/97015.html.
Fandom: Smallville
Title: Kings of the Castle (part 1 of WIP)
Author: laurab1
Rating: teens/adults
Length: 585 words
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Kal-El/Lex
Summary: Stranger in a strange land
Notes: AU. Not beta'd.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine
Feedback: Yes, please!
Enjoy!
Kings of the Castle
by Laura
Clark had apparently fallen into a parallel universe. Courtesy of STAR Labs’ experimental dimension machine.
(Lex loves parallel universes. He especially loves telling Clark about the 12 issue Warrior Angel arc from 1993 that’s full of parallel universes, most of which have Cal and Sean as friends instead of enemies.)
One minute, he’d been in the lab. He’d accidentally flicked a switch on the machine, setting it off. Electricity had sparked between its posts, and Clark had been caught in the centre. He’d actually been knocked out for a few seconds. Then he awoke in what was apparently another STAR Labs.
The alternate lab didn’t look as bright or sophisticated as his Metropolis’ one. Clark found his way out of the other STAR Labs. Then he saw a pair of huge carved faces of himself and Lex. Bigger than the Easter Island statues. Before he could contemplate them, he found himself in the middle of gunfire, and inexplicably hid behind the statues.
The gunmen were swiftly and permanently dispatched by someone who was clearly an alternate version of himself. However, this Clark wore black leather, and he had an L enclosed within a pentagon tattooed on his bare chest.
What was happening here? How did this Metropolis work? Clark had to confront the black-clad man before he flew off. He came out from his hiding place and decided to chance his luck by calling out, “Clark? Can you tell me what’s going on here?”
The other man landed beside Clark and informed him, “My name is Kal-El. This is Metropolis. Lex Luthor and I rule this city. Lex informs the citizens what they must do, how they must act. I remind them of the consequences of their non-compliance.”
‘Rulers of Metropolis? Dictators? This is as if Alexander and Kal had actually run away to Metropolis, instead of Lex and I almost running away,’ pondered Clark. “And what do you do when you’re not telling people to comply, Kal-El?” he asked.
God, addressing yourself was weird.
“Lex shows me how very grateful he is for my continued assistance,” Kal-El informed Clark.
In a bedroom voice.
Like the one his own Lex was always using on him.
Kal-El must have learned that from his Lex.
Oh, this was definitely as if Alexander and Kal had run away to Metropolis together. This Lex must have gone from just about tolerated brat prince to feared king. With an equally feared consort.
“Sir, you have yet to tell me how you appear to know me, who you are, just why your face is exactly the same as mine and how you arrived in this city. You must give me this information immediately!” Kal-El exclaimed.
Clark had to stifle a laugh. Kal-El sounded exactly like him, back in the days when he’d been accusing Lex of something on practically a daily basis. And usually falsely. He had nothing to lose in telling Kal-El who he was, whether or not this place actually existed.
“You must know who I am, Kal-El? I’m you, but I go by Clark Kent. That’s why I look exactly like you. As to how I got here, there was a lab accident, and I think subsequently I fell down a rabbit hole,” Clark said.
‘Oh, very Lexian,’ he thought to himself.
It really was just as well he’d been at STAR Labs as Clark Kent, on a story for the Planet, otherwise he would have had to explain the uniform too. And wouldn’t that have been fun.
TBC
Fandom: Smallville
Title: Kings of the Castle (part 1 of WIP)
Author: laurab1
Rating: teens/adults
Length: 585 words
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Kal-El/Lex
Summary: Stranger in a strange land
Notes: AU. Not beta'd.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine
Feedback: Yes, please!
Enjoy!
Kings of the Castle
by Laura
Clark had apparently fallen into a parallel universe. Courtesy of STAR Labs’ experimental dimension machine.
(Lex loves parallel universes. He especially loves telling Clark about the 12 issue Warrior Angel arc from 1993 that’s full of parallel universes, most of which have Cal and Sean as friends instead of enemies.)
One minute, he’d been in the lab. He’d accidentally flicked a switch on the machine, setting it off. Electricity had sparked between its posts, and Clark had been caught in the centre. He’d actually been knocked out for a few seconds. Then he awoke in what was apparently another STAR Labs.
The alternate lab didn’t look as bright or sophisticated as his Metropolis’ one. Clark found his way out of the other STAR Labs. Then he saw a pair of huge carved faces of himself and Lex. Bigger than the Easter Island statues. Before he could contemplate them, he found himself in the middle of gunfire, and inexplicably hid behind the statues.
The gunmen were swiftly and permanently dispatched by someone who was clearly an alternate version of himself. However, this Clark wore black leather, and he had an L enclosed within a pentagon tattooed on his bare chest.
What was happening here? How did this Metropolis work? Clark had to confront the black-clad man before he flew off. He came out from his hiding place and decided to chance his luck by calling out, “Clark? Can you tell me what’s going on here?”
The other man landed beside Clark and informed him, “My name is Kal-El. This is Metropolis. Lex Luthor and I rule this city. Lex informs the citizens what they must do, how they must act. I remind them of the consequences of their non-compliance.”
‘Rulers of Metropolis? Dictators? This is as if Alexander and Kal had actually run away to Metropolis, instead of Lex and I almost running away,’ pondered Clark. “And what do you do when you’re not telling people to comply, Kal-El?” he asked.
God, addressing yourself was weird.
“Lex shows me how very grateful he is for my continued assistance,” Kal-El informed Clark.
In a bedroom voice.
Like the one his own Lex was always using on him.
Kal-El must have learned that from his Lex.
Oh, this was definitely as if Alexander and Kal had run away to Metropolis together. This Lex must have gone from just about tolerated brat prince to feared king. With an equally feared consort.
“Sir, you have yet to tell me how you appear to know me, who you are, just why your face is exactly the same as mine and how you arrived in this city. You must give me this information immediately!” Kal-El exclaimed.
Clark had to stifle a laugh. Kal-El sounded exactly like him, back in the days when he’d been accusing Lex of something on practically a daily basis. And usually falsely. He had nothing to lose in telling Kal-El who he was, whether or not this place actually existed.
“You must know who I am, Kal-El? I’m you, but I go by Clark Kent. That’s why I look exactly like you. As to how I got here, there was a lab accident, and I think subsequently I fell down a rabbit hole,” Clark said.
‘Oh, very Lexian,’ he thought to himself.
It really was just as well he’d been at STAR Labs as Clark Kent, on a story for the Planet, otherwise he would have had to explain the uniform too. And wouldn’t that have been fun.
TBC