This Isn't a Slayer Power - August 25th
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 25
Title: This Isn’t a Slayer Power
Author: hehermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Smallville
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Smallville people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Taking on a killer meta has some unexpected results.
Notes: Athena Luthor Part 28 - Links Page
Seasons: Season 2 of Smallville
Word Count: 2400
“That didn’t take long,” Chloe commented as she watched Clark and Athena close up the Kent’s pickup tailgate.
“What can I say? I needed a workout today.” Athena looked at Lana. “You moved across town.”
Lana grinned. “Now you’ll need another way to stay out late with Clark but still be able to tell Lex you slept at my place.” Lana had moved in with Chloe after her aunt had decided to follow her boyfriend to Metropolis.
“Shut up, or Mister Sullivan is going to get the idea I’m not a suitable role model.”
Gabe Sullivan laughed. “Don’t fear, Athena. I’m selectively deaf.”
“Oh, great.”
Athena’s cell phone started ringing. She pulled it from her front pocket and frowned at the number. “Hello?”
“Athena,” Lex’s voice said. “It’s me.”
“Calling from the county lockup?”
“How did you know?”
“I saved the number last year.” She put a hand on her hip. “What did you do?”
“I lost my temper. I’ll be out in a few hours, but I wanted to let you know and have you call my lawyer.”
“You know, I’m never going to catch up with you at this rate.”
“Catch up with me?”
“Number of arrests.”
“Athena,” he said sternly.
“I’m hanging up and I’ll call the lawyer.”
“Thank you.”
Athena snapped the phone shut.
“What happened?” Lana asked.
“Lex did something stupid and landed himself in lockup.” She pointed at Chloe. “Don’t even start writing that article. I’m not a source of Luthor gossip.”
Chloe put her hands up innocently.
“Do you need to get to him?” Clark asked, concerned.
“Nah, just give me a moment to call his lawyer.”
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“Ah, Athena,” Mister Giles said, stopping her from leaving at the end of the newspaper meeting. “I heard there was a…dust up with your brother earlier this week.”
“Yes. He…lost his temper.”
“Are you okay?”
“Of course.” She tilted her head. “Why?”
“That kind of violence at home can be very traumatic.”
“Lex would never hurt me,” she said vehemently. “Lex could never hurt me.”
“I only meant-”
“That those who lose their cool in public after a bad day are prone to do so in private too?” She blew out a breath. “I appreciate that you are concerned, but you are miles from the type of relationship I have with my brother. Excuse me.” She left the newspaper office seething.
“That look doesn’t bode well,” Pete said as she approached the lockers.
“What happened?” Clark asked.
“Does the back forty need to be plowed?” she asked.
“Um, yeah. Dad was having some trouble with the plow.”
“I have a need to work off this aggression in a useful way. Mind if I join you for chores today?”
“Sure.”
“Only you two think farm chores are a bonding opportunity,” Pete told them.
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Clark hovered over Jonathan as Doctor Helen Bryce adjusted the blue leg cast. Athena and Clark had found Jonathan pinned beneath a piece of equipment in the barn. They had rushed to get him to the hospital.
“Is he going to be alright, doctor?” Clark asked.
“I don’t see him square dancing in the near future. But if he stays off the leg, it should heal fine,” Doctor Bryce assured.
“Six or seven weeks,” Athena guessed.
“Are you pre-med?”
“Still in high school. But I had a similar break when I was eleven.”
Clark frowned and then concentrated on her bones, looking through her to see evidence of the damage. Athena walked up and covered his eyes.
Jonathan chuckled, relieved at her levity opposite Clark’s intense worry.
The door sprung open behind them and Martha entered at a near run. “Oh, my God, Jonathan…”
“Martha,” he said. “I-I’m going to be fine.”
“His doctor agrees. I’m Doctor Bryce. And as soon as I can find you a pair of crutches, you’re good to go.”
“Thank you,” Jonathan said.
Once the Kents were alone they started arguing about Martha not being reachable when the men had called. Athena silently crept out of the hospital room. The nice part about Martha working for Lionel Luthor and by extension LuthorCorp, is that the health insurance made it so that Athena did not need to redirect the hospital and physician bills. For a moment it put her at a loss for what to do.
“Athena,” Lex called.
“Lex,” she greeted.
“How is he?”
“Good. It’s a break, but it’ll heal.”
“Did you get a second opinion?”
“Doctor Bryce was more than competent. In fact, if I’m laid up for any reason, I’d want her to treat me.”
Lex’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s high praise from you.”
“I hadn’t realized that my boyfriend was such a worrier, but she handled him quite well. I was ready to sedate him after ten minutes.”
“More like five,” Doctor Bryce said as she approached with crutches. “You started grinding your teeth after you made him sit down.”
“If I had a nine iron-”
Lex cut her off, “Why don’t we give Mister Kent his crutches.”
Athena laughed and took the crutches into the room.
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“Woah, what’s with the look?” Athena asked Clark as she leaned against her car. She had been waiting for him and Pete.
“Something is up with Ian Randall,” he told her.
Pete frowned up at his friend.
Athena pushed off her car and hit the remote lock on. “Okay. What are you thinking?”
“That’s it?” Pete asked. “No questions?”
She shook her head. “Why would I? If I told him that there was a vampire in town he wouldn’t hesitate to back me up.”
“Your relationship defies logic.”
“In shop class, Mister Frankel was going to give Ian a C, which would kill his 4.0 GPA. Then today, Mister Frankel doesn’t show up. According to the principal, he didn’t even call.”
“So we start in the shop class?” she guessed.
He nodded.
They made their way back into the school and to the shop class off the annex gym. Athena quickly picked the simple lock.
“You’ve gotten better at that,” Pete commented.
“I can hear the pins clear as day,” she admitted.
Clark opened the door and made his way in. Athena followed. Pete hesitantly brought up the rear.
“What do you think you’re going to find?” Pete asked them.
“Something in here is dead,” Athena told them.
They both paused to look at her.
“It’s a Slayer thing, we have a nose for death.” She went straight to a polishing machine. “Blood.”
“She’s part bloodhound,” Pete muttered.
She ignored him and opened the cabinet in the corner. She stepped back and lowered a deceased Mister Frankel to the floor. “I’m disturbed by how much this doesn’t faze me.”
A whooshing sound from nearby and the smell of something burning had Athena ducking down behind the machine. She saw Clark drag Pete to the ground, protecting the fragile human body with his own.
A secondary explosion sent shrapnel bouncing off Clark’s body. Athena felt her heart pick up, hoping they would both be okay. Clark stared through the fire, trying to see the culprit. Then he looked around.
“Athena!?”
“Athena?” Pete called as he sat up.
“I’m here,” she told them as she stood.
Clark grabbed her gently looking her over. “Are you hurt?”
“No. I think the equipment protected me from most of it.”
“Athena,” Pete said. “Your shirt…”
She frowned and looked down. Her clothes had significant burns and tears. She turned her gaze to the corpse of Mister Frankel, his clothes looked as bad as hers, except he had several shards of debris through his body.
“How?” Clark whispered.
“Can Slayers…?” Pete started.
“No,” Athena answered. “This isn’t a Slayer power. It’s a Clark power.”
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Clark and Athena waited in the Kent kitchen for Jonathan to hobble in from wherever he was not resting. Martha was going over bills, not thinking anything odd about them just sitting together in her kitchen.
“Clark, Athena, any word on Lana and Chloe?” Jonathan asked as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the open chair.
“They’re pretty shaken up,” Clark answered. An understatement after they had been kidnapped by Ian who somehow was able to clone himself into two so he could speed through school. And date Lana and Chloe at the same time.
“Are you sure they didn’t see you two use your abilities?” Martha verified, worried.
“They were kinda focused on two Ians trying to kill them,” Athena explained.
“Well, I’m sure they are glad you both were there,” Jonathan said.
“Probably,” she agreed. “Um, but we’ve had a development while we were investigating this case.”
Martha and Jonathan looked at each other than at the teens. “What happened?” Martha managed.
“I survived an explosion,” Athena said. “Clark was closer to Pete and protected him.”
Clark looked down.
“Stop it,” she told him. “We’re all fine.” She turned her attention back to the Kents. “I was behind machinery. And when it was all said and done I was unharmed.”
“I don’t understand,” Jonathan said.
Athena reached into her bag and pulled out the shirt and pants she had been wearing. The shirt was in complete tatters and the pants had several holes. All of it was covered in soot and there was some debris stuck in the pants.
“Oh, my God,” Martha breathed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes. I went over myself with a fine-toothed comb. There is not a scratch on me.”
“That’s not all,” Clark managed to croak. “There are no signs she has ever had a broken bone.”
“I’ve had several. My fingers, my wrist, and my leg, plus a couple of ribs. But Clark can’t find any signs of them having been broken.”
“What does this mean?” Jonathan said.
“We don’t know,” Clark replied.
“I’m not as fast or as strong as he is. I can’t see through things or set fires.”
“All Clark’s powers didn’t manifest all at once,” Jonathan reminded them.
“Couldn’t this be a Slayer ability?” Martha asked.
“No. I chased that idea the night it happened.”
“You did?” Clark said in surprise.
“Middle of night is the best time to call a vampire. I didn’t tell him what happened, I just posited questions about the extent of a Slayer’s ability. We’re mostly human, too human, that’s why the average tenure of a Slayer is a year. Faster and stronger but die fairly banal deaths if not stopping the world ending.”
“Let’s not test the extent of these abilities,” Jonathan suggested. “Just take it one step at a time.”
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“What are you up to, Athena?” Lionel asked as he sat at the breakfast table.
“What do you mean, Father?”
He looked unseeingly in her direction. “What are you doing at that school you insisted on going to?”
“I’m running the newspaper’s advertisements. I am taking AP Macroeconomics and Chemistry. I am challenging to take the AP tests for Latin and French. Smallville does not offer them so I may need to go to Metropolis.”
“Mmm. And how are things with the Kent boy?”
“Just fine. I’ve been helping around the farm while Mister Kent recovers.”
“You? Working on a farm?”
“Is that a dig at me or at the laborious process that puts food on the table?” she asked evenly.
He did not answer. Instead, he changed the subject. “In April you will be presented as a debutante.”
“Excuse me?” the words barely squeaked out in her surprise.
“You will be sixteen and it is a fine tradition.” He sighed. “One of the Luthors needs to make regular appearances in Metropolis. This is a perfect opportunity for you to stand at the forefront of the family.”
Martha bustled in, breaking through whatever thoughts were swirling between father and daughter.
“Excuse me,” Athena excused herself, leaving the dining room. She made her way directly for her office and sat down. She hammered out an e-mail.
Bruce,
I hate that you have run off to parts unknown. You probably won’t even see this before I’m put up on the metaphorical auction block. Father feels that someone in the family needs to keep high society close while both he and Lex run their business from Smallville. This is my life, I like Smallville.
A debutante ball in April. I am sick at the idea that I will have to face this without you. I hope you’re okay and that I hear from you soon. Even if I don’t, there is always an open seat at the table and a dance for you to claim.
She sighed. “I could really use your humor about this situation.”
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Clark handed in the hardcopy of his latest article for the Torch.
Mister Giles stood and nodded. “Thank you, Clark.”
“Of course.”
“Wait, could I have just a moment of your time?”
“Sure,” Clark waited.
“You and Athena are close.”
“Yes…”
“You have both found yourselves at the heart of some investigations with people who display amazing abilities. How is that?”
“Lex says we just don’t know when to walk away,” he said uncomfortably.
“Indeed.” Mister Giles stripped his glasses off and started cleaning them. “It’s my understanding that Athena has advanced hand-to-hand training.”
“She does.”
“And she is just going up against these people without getting hurt?”
“We’ve both been hurt,” Clark told him. “Most of the time we are luckier not to have to engage them, just call the police. The few we had to engage, we both handled ourselves.”
Mister Giles put his glasses back on. “Of course. I was just trying to understand how you keep getting involved.”
“The risk of being friends with the Luthors.”
“Thank you for your time, Clark.”
Clark nodded and left the Torch.
“What’s wrong Clark?” Lana asked.
“I don’t know. Mister Giles just…he was asking about Athena.”
“He interviewed me too,” she admitted. “He wanted to know how I kept getting out of scrapes with people who have abilities.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That sometimes it’s my friends who save me and sometimes I get lucky and escape.”
He swallowed and nodded. “Right.”
Title: This Isn’t a Slayer Power
Author: hehermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: BtVS/Smallville
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Smallville people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Taking on a killer meta has some unexpected results.
Notes: Athena Luthor Part 28 - Links Page
Seasons: Season 2 of Smallville
Word Count: 2400
“That didn’t take long,” Chloe commented as she watched Clark and Athena close up the Kent’s pickup tailgate.
“What can I say? I needed a workout today.” Athena looked at Lana. “You moved across town.”
Lana grinned. “Now you’ll need another way to stay out late with Clark but still be able to tell Lex you slept at my place.” Lana had moved in with Chloe after her aunt had decided to follow her boyfriend to Metropolis.
“Shut up, or Mister Sullivan is going to get the idea I’m not a suitable role model.”
Gabe Sullivan laughed. “Don’t fear, Athena. I’m selectively deaf.”
“Oh, great.”
Athena’s cell phone started ringing. She pulled it from her front pocket and frowned at the number. “Hello?”
“Athena,” Lex’s voice said. “It’s me.”
“Calling from the county lockup?”
“How did you know?”
“I saved the number last year.” She put a hand on her hip. “What did you do?”
“I lost my temper. I’ll be out in a few hours, but I wanted to let you know and have you call my lawyer.”
“You know, I’m never going to catch up with you at this rate.”
“Catch up with me?”
“Number of arrests.”
“Athena,” he said sternly.
“I’m hanging up and I’ll call the lawyer.”
“Thank you.”
Athena snapped the phone shut.
“What happened?” Lana asked.
“Lex did something stupid and landed himself in lockup.” She pointed at Chloe. “Don’t even start writing that article. I’m not a source of Luthor gossip.”
Chloe put her hands up innocently.
“Do you need to get to him?” Clark asked, concerned.
“Nah, just give me a moment to call his lawyer.”
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“Ah, Athena,” Mister Giles said, stopping her from leaving at the end of the newspaper meeting. “I heard there was a…dust up with your brother earlier this week.”
“Yes. He…lost his temper.”
“Are you okay?”
“Of course.” She tilted her head. “Why?”
“That kind of violence at home can be very traumatic.”
“Lex would never hurt me,” she said vehemently. “Lex could never hurt me.”
“I only meant-”
“That those who lose their cool in public after a bad day are prone to do so in private too?” She blew out a breath. “I appreciate that you are concerned, but you are miles from the type of relationship I have with my brother. Excuse me.” She left the newspaper office seething.
“That look doesn’t bode well,” Pete said as she approached the lockers.
“What happened?” Clark asked.
“Does the back forty need to be plowed?” she asked.
“Um, yeah. Dad was having some trouble with the plow.”
“I have a need to work off this aggression in a useful way. Mind if I join you for chores today?”
“Sure.”
“Only you two think farm chores are a bonding opportunity,” Pete told them.
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Clark hovered over Jonathan as Doctor Helen Bryce adjusted the blue leg cast. Athena and Clark had found Jonathan pinned beneath a piece of equipment in the barn. They had rushed to get him to the hospital.
“Is he going to be alright, doctor?” Clark asked.
“I don’t see him square dancing in the near future. But if he stays off the leg, it should heal fine,” Doctor Bryce assured.
“Six or seven weeks,” Athena guessed.
“Are you pre-med?”
“Still in high school. But I had a similar break when I was eleven.”
Clark frowned and then concentrated on her bones, looking through her to see evidence of the damage. Athena walked up and covered his eyes.
Jonathan chuckled, relieved at her levity opposite Clark’s intense worry.
The door sprung open behind them and Martha entered at a near run. “Oh, my God, Jonathan…”
“Martha,” he said. “I-I’m going to be fine.”
“His doctor agrees. I’m Doctor Bryce. And as soon as I can find you a pair of crutches, you’re good to go.”
“Thank you,” Jonathan said.
Once the Kents were alone they started arguing about Martha not being reachable when the men had called. Athena silently crept out of the hospital room. The nice part about Martha working for Lionel Luthor and by extension LuthorCorp, is that the health insurance made it so that Athena did not need to redirect the hospital and physician bills. For a moment it put her at a loss for what to do.
“Athena,” Lex called.
“Lex,” she greeted.
“How is he?”
“Good. It’s a break, but it’ll heal.”
“Did you get a second opinion?”
“Doctor Bryce was more than competent. In fact, if I’m laid up for any reason, I’d want her to treat me.”
Lex’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s high praise from you.”
“I hadn’t realized that my boyfriend was such a worrier, but she handled him quite well. I was ready to sedate him after ten minutes.”
“More like five,” Doctor Bryce said as she approached with crutches. “You started grinding your teeth after you made him sit down.”
“If I had a nine iron-”
Lex cut her off, “Why don’t we give Mister Kent his crutches.”
Athena laughed and took the crutches into the room.
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“Woah, what’s with the look?” Athena asked Clark as she leaned against her car. She had been waiting for him and Pete.
“Something is up with Ian Randall,” he told her.
Pete frowned up at his friend.
Athena pushed off her car and hit the remote lock on. “Okay. What are you thinking?”
“That’s it?” Pete asked. “No questions?”
She shook her head. “Why would I? If I told him that there was a vampire in town he wouldn’t hesitate to back me up.”
“Your relationship defies logic.”
“In shop class, Mister Frankel was going to give Ian a C, which would kill his 4.0 GPA. Then today, Mister Frankel doesn’t show up. According to the principal, he didn’t even call.”
“So we start in the shop class?” she guessed.
He nodded.
They made their way back into the school and to the shop class off the annex gym. Athena quickly picked the simple lock.
“You’ve gotten better at that,” Pete commented.
“I can hear the pins clear as day,” she admitted.
Clark opened the door and made his way in. Athena followed. Pete hesitantly brought up the rear.
“What do you think you’re going to find?” Pete asked them.
“Something in here is dead,” Athena told them.
They both paused to look at her.
“It’s a Slayer thing, we have a nose for death.” She went straight to a polishing machine. “Blood.”
“She’s part bloodhound,” Pete muttered.
She ignored him and opened the cabinet in the corner. She stepped back and lowered a deceased Mister Frankel to the floor. “I’m disturbed by how much this doesn’t faze me.”
A whooshing sound from nearby and the smell of something burning had Athena ducking down behind the machine. She saw Clark drag Pete to the ground, protecting the fragile human body with his own.
A secondary explosion sent shrapnel bouncing off Clark’s body. Athena felt her heart pick up, hoping they would both be okay. Clark stared through the fire, trying to see the culprit. Then he looked around.
“Athena!?”
“Athena?” Pete called as he sat up.
“I’m here,” she told them as she stood.
Clark grabbed her gently looking her over. “Are you hurt?”
“No. I think the equipment protected me from most of it.”
“Athena,” Pete said. “Your shirt…”
She frowned and looked down. Her clothes had significant burns and tears. She turned her gaze to the corpse of Mister Frankel, his clothes looked as bad as hers, except he had several shards of debris through his body.
“How?” Clark whispered.
“Can Slayers…?” Pete started.
“No,” Athena answered. “This isn’t a Slayer power. It’s a Clark power.”
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Clark and Athena waited in the Kent kitchen for Jonathan to hobble in from wherever he was not resting. Martha was going over bills, not thinking anything odd about them just sitting together in her kitchen.
“Clark, Athena, any word on Lana and Chloe?” Jonathan asked as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the open chair.
“They’re pretty shaken up,” Clark answered. An understatement after they had been kidnapped by Ian who somehow was able to clone himself into two so he could speed through school. And date Lana and Chloe at the same time.
“Are you sure they didn’t see you two use your abilities?” Martha verified, worried.
“They were kinda focused on two Ians trying to kill them,” Athena explained.
“Well, I’m sure they are glad you both were there,” Jonathan said.
“Probably,” she agreed. “Um, but we’ve had a development while we were investigating this case.”
Martha and Jonathan looked at each other than at the teens. “What happened?” Martha managed.
“I survived an explosion,” Athena said. “Clark was closer to Pete and protected him.”
Clark looked down.
“Stop it,” she told him. “We’re all fine.” She turned her attention back to the Kents. “I was behind machinery. And when it was all said and done I was unharmed.”
“I don’t understand,” Jonathan said.
Athena reached into her bag and pulled out the shirt and pants she had been wearing. The shirt was in complete tatters and the pants had several holes. All of it was covered in soot and there was some debris stuck in the pants.
“Oh, my God,” Martha breathed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes. I went over myself with a fine-toothed comb. There is not a scratch on me.”
“That’s not all,” Clark managed to croak. “There are no signs she has ever had a broken bone.”
“I’ve had several. My fingers, my wrist, and my leg, plus a couple of ribs. But Clark can’t find any signs of them having been broken.”
“What does this mean?” Jonathan said.
“We don’t know,” Clark replied.
“I’m not as fast or as strong as he is. I can’t see through things or set fires.”
“All Clark’s powers didn’t manifest all at once,” Jonathan reminded them.
“Couldn’t this be a Slayer ability?” Martha asked.
“No. I chased that idea the night it happened.”
“You did?” Clark said in surprise.
“Middle of night is the best time to call a vampire. I didn’t tell him what happened, I just posited questions about the extent of a Slayer’s ability. We’re mostly human, too human, that’s why the average tenure of a Slayer is a year. Faster and stronger but die fairly banal deaths if not stopping the world ending.”
“Let’s not test the extent of these abilities,” Jonathan suggested. “Just take it one step at a time.”
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“What are you up to, Athena?” Lionel asked as he sat at the breakfast table.
“What do you mean, Father?”
He looked unseeingly in her direction. “What are you doing at that school you insisted on going to?”
“I’m running the newspaper’s advertisements. I am taking AP Macroeconomics and Chemistry. I am challenging to take the AP tests for Latin and French. Smallville does not offer them so I may need to go to Metropolis.”
“Mmm. And how are things with the Kent boy?”
“Just fine. I’ve been helping around the farm while Mister Kent recovers.”
“You? Working on a farm?”
“Is that a dig at me or at the laborious process that puts food on the table?” she asked evenly.
He did not answer. Instead, he changed the subject. “In April you will be presented as a debutante.”
“Excuse me?” the words barely squeaked out in her surprise.
“You will be sixteen and it is a fine tradition.” He sighed. “One of the Luthors needs to make regular appearances in Metropolis. This is a perfect opportunity for you to stand at the forefront of the family.”
Martha bustled in, breaking through whatever thoughts were swirling between father and daughter.
“Excuse me,” Athena excused herself, leaving the dining room. She made her way directly for her office and sat down. She hammered out an e-mail.
Bruce,
I hate that you have run off to parts unknown. You probably won’t even see this before I’m put up on the metaphorical auction block. Father feels that someone in the family needs to keep high society close while both he and Lex run their business from Smallville. This is my life, I like Smallville.
A debutante ball in April. I am sick at the idea that I will have to face this without you. I hope you’re okay and that I hear from you soon. Even if I don’t, there is always an open seat at the table and a dance for you to claim.
- Athena
She sighed. “I could really use your humor about this situation.”
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Clark handed in the hardcopy of his latest article for the Torch.
Mister Giles stood and nodded. “Thank you, Clark.”
“Of course.”
“Wait, could I have just a moment of your time?”
“Sure,” Clark waited.
“You and Athena are close.”
“Yes…”
“You have both found yourselves at the heart of some investigations with people who display amazing abilities. How is that?”
“Lex says we just don’t know when to walk away,” he said uncomfortably.
“Indeed.” Mister Giles stripped his glasses off and started cleaning them. “It’s my understanding that Athena has advanced hand-to-hand training.”
“She does.”
“And she is just going up against these people without getting hurt?”
“We’ve both been hurt,” Clark told him. “Most of the time we are luckier not to have to engage them, just call the police. The few we had to engage, we both handled ourselves.”
Mister Giles put his glasses back on. “Of course. I was just trying to understand how you keep getting involved.”
“The risk of being friends with the Luthors.”
“Thank you for your time, Clark.”
Clark nodded and left the Torch.
“What’s wrong Clark?” Lana asked.
“I don’t know. Mister Giles just…he was asking about Athena.”
“He interviewed me too,” she admitted. “He wanted to know how I kept getting out of scrapes with people who have abilities.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That sometimes it’s my friends who save me and sometimes I get lucky and escape.”
He swallowed and nodded. “Right.”