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The Women of Smallville 2/?

Women of Smallville</a>
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Historical fic/book/movie adaptation, AU
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana, Oliver/Chloe, Lucy/Jimmy
Rating: PG13 (at most)
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, or the characters, or even the novel this is based on. If I did, I'd be as filthy rich as Lex.
Feedback: Silly question
Cover by: ctbn60

Summary: The girls of Smallville grow up as sisters, adopted by the Kents in 1860s Kansas. Their lives become entertwined with the Luthors and their friends.


Chapter Two: New Year’s Eve Preparations

Lucy was giggling as they entered the farmhouse.

“Did you see him? He kept staring at Lois the whole time.”

Lois shook the snow off her boots and frowned at her sister.

“Who are you talking about?” she asked.

“Mr tall, dark and sooo handsome!”

“He was sitting two rows behind us,” Chloe told her cousin. “With the bald man.”

“That was Alexander Luthor,” Lana said. “The bald one, I mean. The other one is his brother, Clark.”

The three younger girls began giggling again, until Martha came in with some wood for the fire.

“Now I will not have my girls being silly over boys,” she said.

“But did you see them, Aunt Martha?” Lana said. “Alexander is very good-looking don’t you think?”

“Lana, you are much too young to be thinking about boys,” Lois admonished her.

“Alexander is a young man,” Martha pointed out. “No more silliness, please, girls.” She smiled to show she wasn’t scolding them. “Chloe, dear, why don’t you set the table?”

“Yes Aunt Martha.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting by the fire. Lana played Christmas songs on the piano while the two younger girls sat reading together. Lois helped Martha with the mending.
Toward evening, there was a knock on the door. Lois went to answer it, surprised to find old Ben Hubbard, their neighbour.

“Mr Hubbard,” she said, with a little curtsey. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Well, now, young Lois, aren’t you turning into a fine young woman. Is Mrs Kent at home?”

“Yes sir,” Lois said, leading the way into the parlour. “Aunt Martha, Mr Hubbard is here to see you.”

Martha put down her knitting and smiled. “Mr Hubbard? What brings you to our home on this Christmas Eve?”

Ben took a folded letter from the pocket of his coat.

“This was left at my farm by mistake,” he said.

Frowning, Martha took the letter and opened it.

“Oh. I see it is an invitation for me and my girls to attend the Luthors’ New Years Eve gathering. Thank you, Mr Hubbard.”

As soon as the old farmer was gone, the girls gathered around the redhead, desperate to see the letter.

“Oh, please say we can go,” Lucy begged.

“Now girls,” Martha began. “We don’t even know the Luthor boys.”

“But this is the best way to get to know them,” Lana insisted.

Martha still looked doubtful, but the pleading looks from all three younger girls soon won her over. Lois was the only one who remained silent, biting her lip.

Candles were lit and the girls were off upstairs to bed. Martha tapped Lois on the arm in a message to join her in the parlour.

“You seem uncertain, Lois,” she said. “Do you not wish to accept the Luthors’ invitation?”

“Aunt Martha, you know I am not a social butterfly, unlike Lucy. But I will go. If only to keep watch over the others.”

“What was your impression of those young men?”

“I barely know them, Aunt Martha. It is too soon for me to give my impression.”

“Yet Lana seems very taken with the older brother. And from what I saw at church today, young Clark seems very taken with you.”

“Be that as it may, Aunt Martha, I hardly think I am of age to be considering marriage.”

Martha laughed slightly.

“My dear, whatever makes you think we were talking about marriage? I believe we were talking of making an acquaintance.”

Lois blushed. “I didn’t mean ...”

“Of course you didn’t dear. Now,” she said, handing Lois a candle, “off to bed with you. And try not to stay up too late.”

“I won’t,” Lois smiled, taking the candle and giving Martha a kiss goodnight. Holding her hand to guard the flame from the breeze of her movements, she ascended the stairs.

Once in the bedroom she shared with Chloe, she sat at her desk in her little nook and wrote in her journal.

I met Alexander and Clark Luthor today. Although our acquaintance was all too brief. While I do not hold with gossip, there are those who say the brothers were raised by their mother among the artistic community in France, and I do wonder what ailment caused their mother to leave our shores for those of Marseilles. I hear their father is quite the tyrant.

Lucy says Clark is quite handsome and I must confess, from what I did see of him, he cuts quite the dashing figure. Hair as black as ebony, and eyes as green as the ocean. However, I doubt very much that Clark is as taken with me as Martha believes he is. After all, what would a boy with his means want with a poor orphaned daughter of a soldier?

Lois fell asleep dreaming of black hair and green eyes.

The following days were filled with visits to the neighbours. Martha may be a poor farmer’s wife, but she cared for the people in her community, doing what she could to alleviate the problems of ill health, and the loneliness of the war widows – those who had lost husbands and fathers in the seemingly never-ending war, and those whose men were still fighting.

The girls often accompanied her on these visits, glad, at least, to be of some use. The younger girls played games with the children, while Lois, despite her rambunctious nature, remained to quietly chat in the parlours of each lady’s home.

As they were returning home the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, Martha looked at her.

“You seem rather melancholy these days, Lois. Is there something amiss?”

“No. I mean, I’m happy here, but I cannot help but feel how difficult it is for everyone. With the war and the men off fighting.”

“These times are sent to try us, Lois,” Martha sighed. “The best anyone can hope for is a swift end to the fighting. In the meantime we must ... endure.”

But that was all they had been doing. Since Lois had lost her parents, all she had done was endure. She loved Martha and Jonathan and couldn’t have asked for better people to adopt her. But was it wrong to want some happiness for herself?

The girls set about making themselves ready for the visit to the Luthor mansion. The wagon had been hitched up to the old horse. The Luthor estate was barely three miles from the Kent farm, but the girls were loath to walk those miles dressed in their finery.

Lois had decided to wear the same gown she wore for church. It was, after all, her Sunday best, even if it did look a little worse for wear. She had a habit of standing much too close to the fire and she had scorched the back of the gown. Not too much that it couldn’t be covered up, but enough for one to take notice.

Chloe had dressed in a gown of forest green, which brought out the colour of her eyes. Her long blonde hair was done up with a green satin ribbon that seemed a little tattered. Much of what they wore every day came from the rag bag, and this was no exception. There was little money to splurge on finery and the girls made do on a daily basis, mending their clothes until they could not be mended anymore.

Lana had chosen to wear a cream taffeta, which looked a little too dressy for the occasion, but it was all she had. It had been given to her by Martha’s father, who considered Lana to be his favourite among the girls. He and Jonathan had never really gotten along and Jonathan had resented the attention paid to Lana by her adoptive grandfather, saying all the girls deserved to be spoiled.

Lois had loved the older man for that, but she cared little for the whims of the old man. Martha and Jonathan gave each of the girls equal love and attention and she never wanted for anything in that area. She only wished she could give them as much as she had received.

Lucy came down the stairs wearing an old dress of Lois’. Lana looked at her in dismay.

“Lucy, you cannot wear that. It’s ... it’s far too old.”

Lucy looked down at the dark pink dress.

“Well, I like it. Besides, everyone knows that you’ll be the centre of attention at this thing, so who cares what I wear?”

“Lucy, don’t say that,” Chloe protested.

“We both know I’ll never be as pretty as Lana, or as smart as you, Chloe. And I’ll never be as much of a lady as Lois.”

Lois smiled at that. She might be the oldest, but she was far from being a lady. There were times when she was too loud and often said things without thinking. But Lucy looked up to her and she did her best to ensure that Lucy would grow up happy and healthy. Even at the expense of her own happiness. She’d made a promise to her father long ago that she would always look out for her sister; take care of those she loved. And she was keeping that promise.



( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 20th, 2012 02:08 am (UTC)
It was nice seeing how the girls get ready for the party I'm just as excited as they are...lol
Mar. 20th, 2012 02:18 am (UTC)
The party's going to be fun, that's for sure :)
Mar. 24th, 2012 07:16 am (UTC)
Here's hoping this comment posts...

Ah, the plot thickens. I like how you've fitted the women of Smallville into the Little Women 'slots' without sacrificing their personalities. I've only got dim memories of the book and movies so I can't wait to see what happens.
Mar. 24th, 2012 07:29 am (UTC)
I did want to keep their personalities intact. There will be quite a few differences from the book, especially in the Clois ending.
Little Women was one of my favourite books growing up and I'm enjoying doing this adaptation.
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