Untitled AtS/SV Crossover Fic Part 1/?
Title: Untitled Part 1/? (Would be willing to take suggestions)
Rating: PG-13 this section (Will get to NC-17 eventually)
Author: Meghan
Fandom: SV/AtS Crossover
Notes: Set in season four of AtS after episode 8 'Habeas Corpses' and season two of SV after episode 11 'Visage'(knowledge of the AtS episode is more important than knowledge of the SV eppy). Everything will and can diverge from there.
Inspired by my Wednesday 100 Drabble that was actually a take off of an old AtS/BtVS/SV crossover I was doing. Interest in a Lex/Lindsey pairing made me take it out and dust it off. Let's see what I can do, shall we?
Un-beta'd.
Lindsey McDonald had held himself up in a small motel outside and even smaller town in Kansas. Even though his bank account guaranteed that he’d never have to work again, he still gravitated towards the rural farm towns of his youth. Old habits, he figured, laughing to himself as he threw his truck keys down on the king-sized bed that dominated the room.
Most things in Smallville were small in Lindsey’s much tried opinion. He had only been there for six days and he had already become a regular customer at the local answer to Starbucks (strangely enough, run by a high schooler). Today’s trip for his double shot espresso had been far more interesting than his past trips though. He had engaged a local blonde in a fascinating conversation about the town’s more ‘colorful’ history. Strange occurrences, mutants, deaths, Roswell-cum-Los Angles shit. Old habits, indeed.
Wolfram and Hart had extensive files on the meteor shower that had rained down upon the town so many years ago. Lindsey had only read surface reports with a passing interest when he had done some cover-up work involving the heir of LuthorCorp years ago. In fact, idle curiosity about the whole mess might have been what brought him to Kansas. Since leaving L.A. he has already made unobtrusive stops in Sunnydale, Roswell, Portland and Dallas. Each city had their own file room at his old law firm.
Smallville had been no exception. So in his own personal quest for something akin to closure, Lindsey had talked to the local reporter, asking her questions like any interested outsider. What he hadn’t counted on was coming face to face, or face to back of head, with the man who had been the subject of numerous police reports that he had shredded.
Lex Luthor had strolled into the coffee house, cell phone plastered to his ear and navigated the numerous tables seemingly unaware of them. Lindsey had watched trough narrowed eyes, vaguely surprised at the clean, sober, confident man ordering at the counter. The Lex Luthor he had grown acquainted with through video tape, surveillance pictures and audio cassette had never looked or sounded like this. Lindsey had always prided himself on being in control of every situation and he was feeling a bit lost.
Chloe (Cecila? Cici?) had chirped on, perhaps unaware of his waning interest. Without much thought to her Lindsey had excused himself and approached the counter, wondering what the hell he was doing. The anxiety level rose as he stood behind Luthor, listening to the end of his phone conversation:
“L.A. for five days, home on Friday. Yeah. I hope so too. Thanks” The faint click of the phone closing had been Lindsey’s only warning before Lex had turned and bumped into him. The younger man had paused, stepped back and stared into Lindsey’s face before slowly offering his hand.
“Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Lindsey had took the hand (left, he remembered, Lex was left handed) and had offered his own apology. The two had then stood there in silence, Lex obviously expecting Lindsey to move and Lindsey remaining firmly planted.
Finally Lex sighed, “Are you new to town?”
“Visiting.”
“Relatives or friends?”
“Neither.” Lex cocked his head to the side at this and studied Lindsey’s face again. He slowly re-offered his hand.
“Lex Luthor.” Lindsey had hesitated for a moment, considering his options, wondering how far to take this.
“Lindsey McDonald.” He grasped the fine boned hand and shook firmly. Not letting go he dropped his voice, “Wolfram and Hart.” Pausing for a moment longer than good manners dictated when shaking hands, Lindsey had grinned, turned and exited the building. His leaving had only been marred when he ran into a tall brunette who had been coming through the door as Lindsey was trying to leave. He had had smoother exits.
Reclining on the bed, he wondered what he was doing. He didn’t want anything from the Luthors and he realized the folly of trying to cross the family. He had seen what Lex could do out of control and really didn’t want to be acquainted with what this new version could do. Somehow, it seemed like he was playing a very stupid game of Russian Roulette. The funny part was, he really couldn’t say why.
Sighing, Lindsey reached for the lamp and turned it off.
Feedback makes the vampires bite harder and the meteor mutants kill Lana faster.
Rating: PG-13 this section (Will get to NC-17 eventually)
Author: Meghan
Fandom: SV/AtS Crossover
Notes: Set in season four of AtS after episode 8 'Habeas Corpses' and season two of SV after episode 11 'Visage'(knowledge of the AtS episode is more important than knowledge of the SV eppy). Everything will and can diverge from there.
Inspired by my Wednesday 100 Drabble that was actually a take off of an old AtS/BtVS/SV crossover I was doing. Interest in a Lex/Lindsey pairing made me take it out and dust it off. Let's see what I can do, shall we?
Un-beta'd.
Lindsey McDonald had held himself up in a small motel outside and even smaller town in Kansas. Even though his bank account guaranteed that he’d never have to work again, he still gravitated towards the rural farm towns of his youth. Old habits, he figured, laughing to himself as he threw his truck keys down on the king-sized bed that dominated the room.
Most things in Smallville were small in Lindsey’s much tried opinion. He had only been there for six days and he had already become a regular customer at the local answer to Starbucks (strangely enough, run by a high schooler). Today’s trip for his double shot espresso had been far more interesting than his past trips though. He had engaged a local blonde in a fascinating conversation about the town’s more ‘colorful’ history. Strange occurrences, mutants, deaths, Roswell-cum-Los Angles shit. Old habits, indeed.
Wolfram and Hart had extensive files on the meteor shower that had rained down upon the town so many years ago. Lindsey had only read surface reports with a passing interest when he had done some cover-up work involving the heir of LuthorCorp years ago. In fact, idle curiosity about the whole mess might have been what brought him to Kansas. Since leaving L.A. he has already made unobtrusive stops in Sunnydale, Roswell, Portland and Dallas. Each city had their own file room at his old law firm.
Smallville had been no exception. So in his own personal quest for something akin to closure, Lindsey had talked to the local reporter, asking her questions like any interested outsider. What he hadn’t counted on was coming face to face, or face to back of head, with the man who had been the subject of numerous police reports that he had shredded.
Lex Luthor had strolled into the coffee house, cell phone plastered to his ear and navigated the numerous tables seemingly unaware of them. Lindsey had watched trough narrowed eyes, vaguely surprised at the clean, sober, confident man ordering at the counter. The Lex Luthor he had grown acquainted with through video tape, surveillance pictures and audio cassette had never looked or sounded like this. Lindsey had always prided himself on being in control of every situation and he was feeling a bit lost.
Chloe (Cecila? Cici?) had chirped on, perhaps unaware of his waning interest. Without much thought to her Lindsey had excused himself and approached the counter, wondering what the hell he was doing. The anxiety level rose as he stood behind Luthor, listening to the end of his phone conversation:
“L.A. for five days, home on Friday. Yeah. I hope so too. Thanks” The faint click of the phone closing had been Lindsey’s only warning before Lex had turned and bumped into him. The younger man had paused, stepped back and stared into Lindsey’s face before slowly offering his hand.
“Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Lindsey had took the hand (left, he remembered, Lex was left handed) and had offered his own apology. The two had then stood there in silence, Lex obviously expecting Lindsey to move and Lindsey remaining firmly planted.
Finally Lex sighed, “Are you new to town?”
“Visiting.”
“Relatives or friends?”
“Neither.” Lex cocked his head to the side at this and studied Lindsey’s face again. He slowly re-offered his hand.
“Lex Luthor.” Lindsey had hesitated for a moment, considering his options, wondering how far to take this.
“Lindsey McDonald.” He grasped the fine boned hand and shook firmly. Not letting go he dropped his voice, “Wolfram and Hart.” Pausing for a moment longer than good manners dictated when shaking hands, Lindsey had grinned, turned and exited the building. His leaving had only been marred when he ran into a tall brunette who had been coming through the door as Lindsey was trying to leave. He had had smoother exits.
Reclining on the bed, he wondered what he was doing. He didn’t want anything from the Luthors and he realized the folly of trying to cross the family. He had seen what Lex could do out of control and really didn’t want to be acquainted with what this new version could do. Somehow, it seemed like he was playing a very stupid game of Russian Roulette. The funny part was, he really couldn’t say why.
Sighing, Lindsey reached for the lamp and turned it off.
Feedback makes the vampires bite harder and the meteor mutants kill Lana faster.