Fic: Part of Your World (1/?)
Title: Part of Your World
Author: nicnac918
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Word count: WIP
Summary: Kal El, heir to the house of El, has fallen in love with Lex Luthor, a human. He has a month to convince Lex to love him back, before he loses him forever.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit
AN: God, I can't believe I'm doing this...
Okay, so this story is Smallville (well, mostly Smallville, with some comics canon to fill in the gaps/where it fits better) fused with... The Little Mermaid (again, mostly the Disney version, with a bit of the original Hans Christian Anderson thrown in). I think I just out-dorked myself.
And just to be clear, this is a fusion, not a crossover, so don't expect Ariel or Sebastian or any mermaids/sea creatures to show up at all. This also isn't The Little Mermaid with Smallville Characters. If that's the story you want, then just go watch The Little Mermaid, yeah? This is me taking the character types, plot progression, and basic themes of The Little Mermaid and applying them to the Smallville universe, adjusting both canons as needed to make them fit together. That said, I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 1
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Kal-El bounced on the balls of his feet in an unseemly show of his excitement. “Kal-El,” his father, Jor-El admonished. “Stop that.”
“Sorry father,” Kal-El said, doing as asked, but he was unable to suppress the near luminescent grin spread across his face. Jor El’s lips pressed together just slightly in exasperation, but he didn’t push it. After eighteen years of raising the boy, he was well used to his son’s near inability to stifle his emotional displays. There was nothing wrong with having such feelings, of course, but was a modicum of decorum too much to ask for?
“At least these tendencies of yours should serve you well today,” Jor-El observed, resigned.
“Today, when I go to Earth,” Kal-El added, very nearly starting to bounce again. He tried, he really did, but he didn’t understand how he was supposed to keep all this emotion inside his body.
“Today, when you go to Earth. I’ve never known you to be so excited about any of the other traditional rites of passage,” Jor-El commented, and Kal-El’s grin turned just a bit sheepish.
“My cousin Kara told me all about her trip when she turned eighteen four years ago. Earth sounds interesting.” A yellow sun that infused you with power, open blue skies, wide spaces and the people, laughing and crying and yelling and free to show what they were feeling. Earth sounded like Heaven, especially to Kal-El, who had been barely a baby when Krypton was destroyed and could not remember anything but the cold stars and confining walls of Argo.
“It’s good that you and your cousin get along,” Jor-El said, and Kal-El wished there was a way to quash the persistent worry that they wouldn’t from his father’s heart. Truthfully, for all that Kal-El called her his cousin, Kara was more of a sister and a mother to him. Kal-El’s own mother, along with both Kara’s parents, had died during the destruction of Krypton, leaving Jor-El to raise the both of them. Though his father was too well mannered to ever show it, Kal-El knew he was constantly afraid that he would fail them somehow. “You can return the favor to her when you return home tonight.”
Kal-El felt his lower lip stick out in a pout. “I still don’t understand why I can only stay for a day. Kara got to stay for a week. Tradition has always been for a week.”
“Do not say that you don’t understand when the truth is you merely do not like it,” Jor-El reproached. “We no longer have the stability that we enjoyed on Krypton, and the city of Argo can ill afford to be without its heir for a week.”
Kal-El did know that, of course, but it still wasn’t fair. He had been looking forward to this opportunity since even before Kara had gone, and now he had to try to fit all Earth’s wonders into one day?
Seeing his son’s upset, Jor-El sighed, and wrapped the boy up in a rare hug. Kal-El clung to the embrace greedily. He more inclined toward physical touch than the average Kryptonian, but this he kept under a tighter control than his emotional outbursts. It was one thing to embarrass himself by acting in a tasteless manner, it was another entirely to force others into situations they found unpleasant just to suit his own needs.
“Even with the powers you gain there, Earth can still be a dangerous place. I have already lost your mother and my brother,” he whispered in Kal-El’s ear. “I would not lose you too.”
Kal-El sniffled a little, and when his father began to seem uncomfortable, he reluctantly allowed him to pull back. “Then I will leave now, so I can be sure to do as much as possible before I come back safely tonight,” Kal-El said.
“Tonight, my son,” Jor-El agreed, and if his eyes were a little over-bright, Kal-El was polite enough not to mention it.
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Kal-El lounged on the side of a bridge and smiled to himself. It had been a thrilling day so far, and he still had hours left to go.
The transporter had dropped him off in Smallville, the same place his father had come when he had made his trip to Earth. Kal-El had first gone to the very same Kent farm where Jor-El had found sanctuary and, after some debate, had knocked on the door and introduced himself. Martha and Jonathan had exclaimed over the tidbit of family history, and insisted that Kal El come in and have breakfast with them and their son Clark. Martha had even, Kal-El remembered with a goofy smile, hugged him when he left and told him to stop by if he ever came through town again
After that Kal-El had gone to a local coffee shop, The Beanery. He didn’t have any of the currency they used on Earth, but the waitress had told him, with a smile and a light touch to the back of his hand, that she would pay for him. People on Earth were so friendly! Kal-El had sat there for hours, fascinated just watching the humans, and when he had finally left, the waitress had waved at him and encouraged him to come back and visit, just like Martha had.
Finally, Kal-El had gone and found an open field and started running. He ran faster and faster until everything around him had frozen in place, and with a leap, he was flying. Up and around and in great loop-de-loops, laughing his exuberance out loud. For the first time ever Kal-El didn’t try to hold any of his emotions back
He could have flown all day, could have flown forever and never came back down. But he had promised not to stay longer than a day, and there was still so much to do it seemed. So he had landed on this bridge to catch his breath, though he honestly felt more energized than he had when he had woken up that morning, and to figure out what he wanted to do next.
He was flitting through ideas and idly watching the river beneath him when a noise behind him caught his attention. He barely had time to register the sight of the car headed straight for him before it plowed him right off the side of the bridge and into the water.
It only took him a second to recover, and only that long due to shock. But humans, Kal-El knew, were more fragile than he was while under the yellow sun, and he hastened to save the person who had hit him. Working as quickly as he could, he ripped the top off the car and pulled the man inside of it out, and brought him up to rest on the riverbank.
Kal-El could not have bit back the gasp that escaped from him after that if he had tried. For the person laid out before him was the most beautiful man Kal-El had ever seen. Pale skin and bared head, firm lines and lean muscles, vulnerability and strength entwined together to create, to Kal-El’s eyes, perfection.
And this beautiful, beautiful creature wasn’t breathing.
Kal-El panicked. He leaned down and put his lips on the man’s, forcing the air into his lungs. If the man couldn’t find his own breath then Kal-El would share his. Sitting up, Kal-El pushed on the man’s chest, willing his heart to start beating again. “Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die,” Kal-El chanted, pleaded, because he could not bear the thought of this man, someone Kal-El had never met before, ceasing to exist in the universe.
The man coughed up river water, his eyes fluttering open, and for the briefest of moments everything was completely and irrevocably right.
Then Kal-El remembered who he was, what he was. He had done things here that no human would be able to, if they had even survived being hit in the first place. Kal-El couldn’t stay, couldn’t risk this man finding out that Kal-El wasn’t human. He had promised his father he would stay safe.
In an instant Kal-El was up in the air, high enough above the ground that anyone with normal vision wouldn’t be able to distinguish a person as anything more distinct than a dot. Watching the beautiful man on the riverbank, Kal-El fervently thanked Rao that his vision had no such limitations.
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When Lex woke up on the side of the river after driving off the bridge, he saw an angel. It was only for a second, and when Lex blinked, his eyes opened to the sight of no one. Struggling, Lex sat up and saw that he was well and truly alone. No angels, or mysterious rescuers, or even the boy that Lex could have sworn had been standing on the bridge.
He put his finger to his lips and, feeling a lingering borrowed warmth, wondered if he could have imagined it.
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Next part is here.