POI fic: Prom Night
TITLE: POI fic - Prom Night
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: POI Smallville crossover fusion #7. POI characters in the Smallville universe [Harold=Lex Luthor; John=Clark Kent; Nathan=Jonathan Kent; Jessica=Lana Lang; Carter=Chloe Sullivan]
Nathan was putting things away in the kitchen when he heard the BMW crunch its way up the gravel driveway.
He supposed he should have expected the Luthor boy to show up. Harold seemed to be deriving a bit of vicarious pleasure in helping John get ready for the prom. He must be anxious to make sure everything went well at the dance, as he had shown up early. It was well before the time John would be home from school, even if John used super speed instead of the bus.
They had never come out and openly discussed it, but Nathan had a feeling Harold knew everything about John. The boy was smart and observant and spent a lot of time with John. When the two first became friends Nathan would have been upset to learn that John's secret might be out, but he had seen the friendship developing between the two for a while now and he didn’t think Harold would do anything to hurt his best friend. He also didn’t think Harold would let anyone else hurt his friend if there was anything Harold could do about it, and considering the resources Harold had at his disposal he could do quite a lot.
Nathan invited Harold to come into the kitchen and relax while they both waited for John to return home. Harold entered the house diffidently, calling Nathan Mr. Kent and politely accepting a large glass of iced tea. Nathan was glad he had managed to patch things up with Harold after the damage done by his initial distrust of all things Luthor. But Harold could still be skittish around Nathan
Harold smoothed down the lapels of his jacket, and loosened his tie slightly as a concession to the afternoon heat. Nathan had heard some of the disparaging remarks some citizens of Smallville made about Harold's penchant for wearing formal suits instead of the more casual jeans and flannel that were the norm around town. Nathan didn’t see that it was anyone's business what a man chose to wear. Besides, Harold though young was the head of a business. You would hardly expect him to wear dungarees to the boardroom any more than Nathan would wear a suit to muck out the barn. Harold didn’t dress to impress, or put on airs or flaunt his wealth. He wore his suits because he liked them and appreciated a well made garment, much the same way Nathan might appreciate the latest John Deere tractor.
Nathan had a suit for attending church, weddings, funerals, and any other fancy occasions. He had worn the same one for years and if he didn’t put on any weight would probably be wearing it for many more years. He might even be buried in it, thereby getting the most value for his money.
He had made sure his son had a suit for similar occasions, but for the prom John wanted to wear a more formal tuxedo. Harold was appalled at the idea of John just renting one off the rack for the evening, insisting that John be fitted for one instead; it would be his treat. In addition to stopping by to check the fit and make some final alterations (and who knew the billionaire could sew?) Harold had also helped arrange the corsage, reservations at a fancy restaurant, and a limousine to drive John & Jessica as well as their friends Carter and Fusco to and from the festivities.
Nathan wondered how many cups of tea Harold had drunk and what kind of tips Harold had left over the past few weeks at the coffee shop were Jessica worked part time, since he wouldn’t be able to buy her dress outright.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: POI Smallville crossover fusion #7. POI characters in the Smallville universe [Harold=Lex Luthor; John=Clark Kent; Nathan=Jonathan Kent; Jessica=Lana Lang; Carter=Chloe Sullivan]
Nathan was putting things away in the kitchen when he heard the BMW crunch its way up the gravel driveway.
He supposed he should have expected the Luthor boy to show up. Harold seemed to be deriving a bit of vicarious pleasure in helping John get ready for the prom. He must be anxious to make sure everything went well at the dance, as he had shown up early. It was well before the time John would be home from school, even if John used super speed instead of the bus.
They had never come out and openly discussed it, but Nathan had a feeling Harold knew everything about John. The boy was smart and observant and spent a lot of time with John. When the two first became friends Nathan would have been upset to learn that John's secret might be out, but he had seen the friendship developing between the two for a while now and he didn’t think Harold would do anything to hurt his best friend. He also didn’t think Harold would let anyone else hurt his friend if there was anything Harold could do about it, and considering the resources Harold had at his disposal he could do quite a lot.
Nathan invited Harold to come into the kitchen and relax while they both waited for John to return home. Harold entered the house diffidently, calling Nathan Mr. Kent and politely accepting a large glass of iced tea. Nathan was glad he had managed to patch things up with Harold after the damage done by his initial distrust of all things Luthor. But Harold could still be skittish around Nathan
Harold smoothed down the lapels of his jacket, and loosened his tie slightly as a concession to the afternoon heat. Nathan had heard some of the disparaging remarks some citizens of Smallville made about Harold's penchant for wearing formal suits instead of the more casual jeans and flannel that were the norm around town. Nathan didn’t see that it was anyone's business what a man chose to wear. Besides, Harold though young was the head of a business. You would hardly expect him to wear dungarees to the boardroom any more than Nathan would wear a suit to muck out the barn. Harold didn’t dress to impress, or put on airs or flaunt his wealth. He wore his suits because he liked them and appreciated a well made garment, much the same way Nathan might appreciate the latest John Deere tractor.
Nathan had a suit for attending church, weddings, funerals, and any other fancy occasions. He had worn the same one for years and if he didn’t put on any weight would probably be wearing it for many more years. He might even be buried in it, thereby getting the most value for his money.
He had made sure his son had a suit for similar occasions, but for the prom John wanted to wear a more formal tuxedo. Harold was appalled at the idea of John just renting one off the rack for the evening, insisting that John be fitted for one instead; it would be his treat. In addition to stopping by to check the fit and make some final alterations (and who knew the billionaire could sew?) Harold had also helped arrange the corsage, reservations at a fancy restaurant, and a limousine to drive John & Jessica as well as their friends Carter and Fusco to and from the festivities.
Nathan wondered how many cups of tea Harold had drunk and what kind of tips Harold had left over the past few weeks at the coffee shop were Jessica worked part time, since he wouldn’t be able to buy her dress outright.