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There were afternoons on the island where Lex liked nothing better then to sit and play with piano in the rec room. It was relaxing in a way nothing else was and best of all, it reminded him of times with his mother, sitting beside her on the bench as she practiced with him.

Today his fingers were picking out An American in Paris. It was a bright

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A good pool player and a good musician. And possibly a fictional character. But after spending the afternoon with Hawkeye, she realized that isn't such a big deal around here, even if it was personally galling to think about. The guitar was catchy in a Comedy Central kind of way, but it was the piano she looked at, and the man sitting at it.

"Play it again, Sam?" She leaned against the door frame, giving him the opportunity to invite her in or kick her out. With the look on his face it could go either way she figured.

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Unfortunately, Lex knew for a fact he was a fictional character. A very famous one at that. In a couple different format. It was enough to make his head hurt.

When he heard the familiar voice, that wasn't his own, Lex lifted his head and gave Trixa a relieved smile. "Gladly. I was playing Gershwin but I could be persuaded to play something else."

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"Player's choice, I'm not picky and you seem to be pretty good."

She pulled up a chair and settled into it, watching the lonely pianist.

"How long you been playing?"

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"Hmmm well then." After a moment's consideration, Lex began playing some Sinatra. Jazz was always calming for him. "I've played since I was a child. It was a trade off between my parents. My mother got to teach me piano if my dad got to teach me fencing. Do you play?"

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As a Vegas gal, she could more than appreciate Ole Blue-Eyes and she smiled, humming along softly so her poor vocal talents wouldn't distract from the melody.

"Nah, I like music, but I couldn't hold a tune if it was strapped to my back - that includes instruments." She smiled archly and added, "Or did you mean the fencing?"

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Without missing a note, Lex grinned up at her as she clarified. "Both. Do you fence? The island gifted me with a full set of gear for two. I already practice with Helen and teach Robin but I'd love another partner or student."

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Chuckling, she shook her head, "Not as such. When it comes to me and swords, it's strictly a life-or-death proposition. Now knives are another matter."

She reached down and dipped her fingers into her boot, pulling out one of the knives she'd brought with her. She gave it a showy flip, it was well-balanced and had been glad to have with her when she arrived.

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"I wish it had never come in handy and had just stayed a lesson in reading people's motivations like my father intended." Instead, the fencing lessons had saved his life a time or two in Smallville.

He watched with admiration. "Very nice. I'm guessing you don't need lessons in the handling of sharp objects."

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"Not really, but the fancier aspects, parry, thrust, whatever..." She made a dismissive motion with one of her hands. "Some might say I lack style and grace."

She chuckled, "'Course, I really prefer shotguns, handguns... and I have a fondness for small explosives. What can I say, I like the flash and boom." And if she was honest, she was really gonna miss burning down Solomon's club on a regular basis.

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Lex raised an eyebrow at the fact she lacked style and grace, not buying that for a moment, though he choose to say nothing.

"Ah yes. There is nothing wrong with the easy and simple satisfaction of a gun. Or explosives." Lex smiled in agreement.

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"Whatever gets the job done."

Of course, admitting what the job is was another issue entirely. But since she was here, she figured she might as well confirm a suspicion or two.

"So where are you from, Lex? Before you came here? You mentioned family?"

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To Lex's credit, he didn't say anything, even though he'd suspected. Considering he followed that philosophy himself on occasion, he really had no right to judge.

"Born and raised in Metropolis, Kansas." Lex replied easily, "Though before here I was living in a small town outside it called Smallville."

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It was a trial to keep her expression eve, but she managed it, only a pause to indicate that anything had struck her as... odd. "Nice place to live?"

It was somewhat ironic, in an Alanis kind of way, that Trixa, after having dispatched her own enemy so recently, found herself face to face with someone else's arch-nemesis.

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Unfortunately for Trixa, Lex was used to this by now. The pause was enough of a tell. Lex just sighed. "Let me guess. You've heard of it's other famous resident, Clark Kent?"

Then he shrugged. "It's alright. Nice small town charm. The meteor mutants of course leave a lot to be desired, especially when you are one of their favorite targets."

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Trixa gave a sheepish snort, "Yeah, you're both a bit infamous back home. But hey, here isn't there so..." She shrugged. She wasn't here to make a fuss, or go all crazy, she was here to listen to some piano.

Besides, it wasn't like she wasn't hanging out with demons back home. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

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"Yes. I've heard. Comic books, movies, TV shows. I admit, I'm flattered at Gene Hackman, kinda confused by Kevin Spacey." Lex threw them all out, since he didn't quite know which version she knew. "Though I highly appreciate and respect you not holding it against me."

He finished the song with a flourish. "And for that, I'll take a request. What would you like to hear, Trixa?"