Lost and Found2

Fandom: Smallville
Story: Lost and Found
Chapter: 2/?
Author: The Last Kitten
Rating: PG-13 (For right now!)
Paring: Lex/OMC (Eventually Clex)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Smallville and I am
making no money off of this story. I merely like to stretch my tattered
wings every once in a while. If you sue me, I will eat your heart out of
your chest while the Smallville cast and your Law firm watch. o_O *twitches*
:]~ Have a nice read.
AN: Ugh…ok. I know the first chapter was a little boring but I swear it gets better. I just need to get Heph back in to Smallville and hay, how bout them names? *nudges you with elbow* Did anyone get that corny @$$ joke I played? :)~
AN2: Um…. One of the ways that I like to convey feeling to a reader is to ask them to, if possible, listen to a specific song at a particular part in the story. The song is probably what encouraged the scene so please, if it’s at all possible; listen to the song mentioned in the story. You’ll know what song it is because the characters will be listening to it (radio, record, CD, etc….) dancing to, or playing it. Also, if you notice that some decades don’t match when the songs came out don’t worry about it. I played with the space-time continuum to put in the music that I wanted.
AN3: One last thing. This one is unbetaed because I wanted to post it, so any grammatical/spelling mistakes are souly my own. Well, mine or spell checks. lol
“______” Means little green men are talking to you.
‘______’ Means little green men are thinking about you.
As always, to me, reviews are better than sex….. o_O ugh…..well…..yea yea definitely better.

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Saturday Morning (3:30 am)

'What…what’s that noise. Someone’s down stairs.' Mr. Ross quickly slid out of bed and crept down the hall toward his son's room. He gently shook Pete's arm and made a slight shushing noise putting a finger up to keep the silence. "Someone’s down stairs", he whispered, "come with me to check it out". Pete nodded groggily and grabbed a baseball bat out of the corner or his room. They crept down the stairs, wincing at every creak that escaped the floorboards. Mr. Ross slowly cracked open a closet door and removed a hammer from the tool belt that hung there. "It's coming from the kitchen", Pete whispered. They peered around the corner, in to the lingering darkness of the kitchen and saw that the refrigerator door was open. "Great they’re even taking our food", Pete whispered. "I’ll flick on the light and we’ll rush em", Pete's father instructed, "on the count of three.” Mr. Ross counted with his fingers, “One.... Two.... Three!”

There was yelling and loud clattering coming from down stairs. Mrs. Ross sprang out of bed and scrambled down the stairs into the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks and burst out in hysterical laughter. There sat, in a huge pile in the middle of the floor, Father and son flung one over the other and sitting on top of the both of them was a youngish looking man. "What are you three doing", the woman laughed. "Ugh... we thought it was a burglar", Mr. Ross tried to explain.
"If it was, you two would have been toast", laughed the man still sitting on top of the two, "you two scared me half to death. I could have blasted you right through the wall".
"That’s nice Hephaistion. Aren’t you suppose to be at school right now”, Pete rolled from side to side attempting to free himself,” and can you please get off of us.” "Oh yea, spring break", Hephaistion said standing up and stretching. “I decided to come back home and I know it’s late but I was starving. I was hoping there’d be some leftovers or something.”
“Why didn’t you go track down some deer instead of scaring the crap out of us?” Pete said it under his breath but Hephaistion caught it easily.
“I felt like cooking my meat today, thank you.”
The three cats sat in the doorway staring and snickering at the humans. They whispered amongst them selves and Hephaistion distinctly heard them say, ”he knew they were there”, “I think he should have blasted them anyway.” Hephaistion turned to the cats with a warning look. ‘What? It would have been funny.’
Mrs. Ross crossed the space of the kitchen with open arms to embrace her eldest son and planted a small kiss on his cheek. "Salut Momma", he mewed, "Ca va bien? Je s'ennuyer raide ...." Hephaistion’s voice trailed off as he and Mrs. Ross skipped briskly out of the room arm in arm. (1)
"Well.....he’s back", Mr. Ross said with a weary smile.
"Yup.....he’s back", Pete repeated dryly.


(Somebody save me.... Smallville music plays up. Everybody in the town of Smallville looks around wondering where the hell the music is coming from.)


Saturday (7:00 am)

“No! No! No, he is not up this early on a Saturday morning”, Pete Ross whined loudly. He covered his head with his pillow and rolled back and forth on his bed trying to drown out the sound of the cartoons laughing loudly downstairs. “Why Lord? Why! I get that he’s.....special. But why did he have to be born in to this family?”
“Because he’s the one Trinity. He will bring an end to the Matrix.” The voice was deep and mocking in Pete’s head. “Oh yea Hephaistion, I’ll believe that one when the Redskins win the Super bowl.” (2)
By the time Pete was showered dressed and standing in the kitchen his parents were up and drinking coffee in their bathrobes.
Hephaistion looked up from his coco puffs and chuckled at Pete. He kicked his legs up in a mock of Trinity’s infamous kung fu move. (3) “You want some eggs and toast baby,” his mom said glancing up from her coffee with a loving morning smile.
“No mom that’s ok”, Pete said weakly,”Clark, Chloe, and I are going to meet at the Beanery for coffee before we go and hang out”. “Clark...Clark.... I don’t remember Clark”, Hephaistion stated, not looking back, over the roaring cartoons and between bites of Coco puffs. “And hay,” Hephaistion twisted suddenly on the couch, “Since when do you drink coffee. You’re what sixteen and still five foot six.” Hephaistion’s smile was Joker wide as he said it, “Don’t you want to be tall like me?”
“You just wait till I have a growth spert,” Pete shook his finger at Hephaistion. One day I’ll dunk on you and make you eat those words.”
Then Pete could have sworn he was the telepathic one because he could partially hear the words coming out of his mother’s mouth before she turned her head to say them. He quickly grabbed for his car keys on the counter and made a mad dash for the door. “Why don’t you go with him Hephaistion”, Mrs. Ross said with a smile, “You can try to keep each other out of trouble.”
“Aww Mom”, both boys whined in unison. “I’ll miss my cartoons,” Hephaistion complained. “Yea, and I can’t have my big brother,” Pete whined and put infuses on the words, “hanging around cramping my style.”
“You have style? Wow, I have been gone a long time”, Hephaistion threw his head back and laughed.
“I think it would be good for you two to hang out for a while”, Mr. Ross chimed in,” the cartoons will be there when you get back and you’re too young to have style”.
“Come on dad. Hephaistion takes for ever to get ready and I need to get there before that snake of a Luthor gets there. I know he’s Clark’s friend but that doesn’t mean I have to like him”, Pete stated with disdain at the Luthor name. Hephaistion’s head swiveled around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.
“Alex...Lex Luther is living hear in Smallville,” he said with wide-eyed disbelief.
“Yea, he lives up in that huge castle on the edge of town. Why”, Mr. Ross questioned closely.
“Oh...oh, no reason it’s just that... well there’s a famous person living in town. You know what I bet there are a lot of old friends of mine who came home for spring break, I think I will go with you Pete. Give me ten minutes.” Hephaistion sprang up off the sofa and sprinted up the stairs to his room. The rest of the Ross family gave each other a questioning look and shrugged. Pete went out to the car and sure enough nine minutes and thirty seconds later Hephaistion came sprinting out of the house wearing a loose blue jeans, a solid black t-shirt, and a new pair of black k-Swiss.
He also wore a silver chain that held a thick silver heart with wings on either of the rounded sides and he zipped his favorite black hoodie to cover it. His dreads were held back and up by a black leather tie as he slowed his pace and reached for the passenger side door. “You gonna be warm enough with just that hoodie?” For a moment Pete forgot Hephaistion was his brother and he just stood there and stared. His neck looked long and his dreads hung down out of their tie behind his head to caress it. Hephaistion cocked his head to the side with a smile and after a moment cleared his throat. Pete started and avoided Hephaistion’s eyes as he unlocked the doors and they both slid into the car. Hephaistion had a grace one only sees in novels about unearthly creatures beyond the touch of man.
“You look...you look...you smell....I mean for a goofy...”, Pete stumbled over his words until Hephaistion took pity on him.
“I know, thank you”, he said trying to hide his laughter. He’d forgotten the effect his appearance could have on a human. He wasn’t haughty by any means, no, it was simply the effect his people had on other species. Animals, Humans, Angels, Demons, and all the species of the Universe in between. They all fell pray to the beauty of Hephaistion’s race. His people came in every color produced in nature and all were attracted to both the most righteous and the evilest of them. “What is that fragrance? I’ve never smelled it before,” Pete drooled. “It’s...it’s new. I bought it right before I came back home,” Hephaistion lied.
“Yea…it’s nice. Well off we go then.” Pete said this while being more than a little disturbed that he was suddenly very attracted to his brother.
‘This is Smallville not West Virginia’, Pete thought to himself.
Hephaistion just turned his head and pretended that he wasn’t laughing hysterically.
It only took Pete a second to remember that Hephaistion is telepathic. He just stepped on the gas and sped straight for the Beanery.

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* Sorry to any West Virginians for that last little crack. :)~

(1) I’ve taken French three times in my 21 and ½ years of life and… lets just say I did much better in my Japanese classes. I don’t know what it is about that freaken language. It’s beautiful but….. ah I don’t know. Maybe I was Japanese in a past life. Anyone who knows French feel free to correct me. I googled the words French Dictionary and found some instant translation site. So, I have no idea if this is right.
(2) I go to College in the District of Columbia (DC) and so anyone who follows football, you know where I’m coming from.
(3) Anyone who has seen The Matrix knows what I’m talking about. The move she does in the beginning of the movie, in the room full of cops. The one where she jumps up in slow motion and kicks the guy across the room before she kicks the chair and runs up the wall.
Ahem….yes the next chapter will be out as soon as I have time to write it without passing out and doing a face plant on to the keyboard, and as always to me, reviews are better than sex.
P.S. I am a fire eater and a very very loud burper so bring on the flames, if your small minded enough to need to. O_o