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The Women of Smallville 3/?

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 Three: The Gathering

Clark sighed as he walked down the stairs to the drawing room. He hated the idea of this gathering. He much preferred to sit quietly in the corner and read a book, or work on his writing, than flirt and dance with young women who did nothing but fawn over him. But he’d promised his brother he would at least look as if he was making an effort, if only to please his father.

He still feared his father. His mother had never talked about the times in Metropolis when Clark had been small. But she had not discouraged Clark in his shyness. He supposed much of it had to do with his unusual abilities. His mother had never spoken of it, but he knew he was different from Lex, and not just because of his adoption.

He had been with his mother in a street in Marseilles on the way to the market. A horse had suddenly become spooked and had tipped over a carriage, breaking its harness and running off. Without thinking, Clark had gone after the horse and stopped it, despite being only five and not even half the height of the horse.

His mother had scolded him afterward, telling him he needed to take care that others did not see him perform these miracles. The people who had witnessed the incident that afternoon had exclaimed over it but while there had been whispers they had soon moved on. Clark had learned very quickly that some people feared what they did not understand.

Since coming to Smallville, Lex had told him not to use his abilities. They were both afraid of what Lionel might do if he knew the full extent of Clark’s powers.

He straightened his cravat, grimacing at the thought of having to wear the thing, and made sure his white gloves were fresh and clean. He was certain they would not be by the end of the evening.

Lex looked up from where he’d been talking with two young men, as Clark entered the room. Clark studied the two men. Both were Lex’s age or perhaps older. One was blonde and about as tall as Clark, with a thinner frame, and the other was only slightly taller than Lex, with dark brown hair and a solid frame.

“Clark,” Lex smiled. “You’re just in time. I’d like you to meet Oliver Queen and Bruce Wayne.”

Clark nodded, reaching out a hand politely. Oliver transferred the glass in his hand, which looked to Clark to be filled with his father’s Port, and shook hands just as politely. Bruce did the same.

“I hear your father has already bought you a place at Harvard,” Bruce said.

Clark groaned. “I would rather not discuss college, if you don’t mind.”

“Merely making an observation,” Bruce said mildly.

“Clark still has another three years to think about college,” Lex answered. “And anything may happen in that time.”

Clark glanced at his brother, but Lex didn’t return the look. He turned back to Oliver.

“I’m surprised you haven’t enlisted,” he said.

“Well, they tried, but since there is no one to take over the running of the estate for me, I refused.”

“And having a senator in your pocket doesn’t hurt either,” Bruce commented.

Clark had the impression that Bruce was rather cynical. But he did have to wonder how Bruce had managed to get out of enlisting as well.

Clark looked around. Not too many people had answered his father’s invitation yet. Or perhaps they just were not brave enough to come in the cold weather. Despite the many fires lit in fireplaces around the mansion, the house was still cold.

He noticed an older man standing beside the fire, drinking what appeared to be wine. He was chatting amiably with Lionel. His father noticed him observing and beckoned him over.

“Clark,” he said with a smile which was as broad as it was insincere. The smile did not reach his eyes. “I would like you to meet Mr William Clark, Esquire.”

The older man shook his hand.

“I haven’t seen you since you were a young’un,” he said. “Before your mother decided to abscond with you.”

“Ah now, let’s not speak ill of the dead,” Lionel admonished him before Clark could speak out in defence of his mother. It left him wondering why his father’s mood seemed to be so amiable toward his late mother, when his diatribes had been mostly full of vitriol for his former wife.

Clark immediately disliked the older man, who appeared to be in his late sixties. William smiled acerbically at Lionel.

“I find it rather amusing that Lillian would choose to name your boy Clark.”

“Lillian was sentimental at best,” Lionel said. “She had fond memories of your daughter.”

“Hmph,” the older man snorted. “And Martha chooses to marry some poor farmer. Against my wishes. But I have high hopes for my grand-daughter, Lana.”

Clark had the foreboding that Lionel already had plans on that front. The last thing he wanted was to be matched up with some spoiled little princess.

Someone began to play the grand piano and soon the guests began to fill their dance cards. Clark didn’t care for dancing. He slipped out at the earliest opportunity, noticing, even as he did so, that Lex was doing his best to appease their father by dancing with a bevy of female admirers.

Clark found a door to the balcony and moved outside, taking with him a sorbet, breathing a sigh of relief. He sat on one of the chairs set up on the floor of the balcony where he could watch the proceedings inside.

A beautiful redhead was talking quietly with William Clark. The man seemed to know her fairly well as his expression was almost tender. Clark frowned. The woman seemed familiar, but he could not place where he had seen her. Never mind, he thought, it would come to him.

A pretty, dark-haired girl was now talking to Lex, while a petite blonde was talking to Oliver. Clark recognised the dark-haired one immediately. It was the girl he’d met in town just before Christmas. Lex seemed quite taken with the brunette, chatting happily.

Bored with this already, Clark decided to focus his attention elsewhere. He was amused to see another dark-haired girl performing an odd little dance around the outside edges of the room. She appeared to be hopping around while trying to show some decorum. She had a curious mark on the back of her dress and had already spilled something down the front.

Ah, now Clark understood why she was so eager to avoid the crowd. It appeared a young man a year or so older than Clark had spotted her and was trying to get her to fill his dance card. Clark choked back an amused snort as the girl tried to make as if she was dancing, yet was clearly trying to find a place to hide from her supposed suitor.

As she turned his way, looking for an escape route, Clark realised who she was. It was her. Lois Lane. And she was even more beautiful than he remembered.

Lois had clearly spotted the balcony entry and was making a beeline for it. Clark wanted to warn her he was out here, but he decided to wait it out and see what happened. Lois turned, ostensibly to seek out the whereabouts of her supposed suitor, then quickly backed out the door. Clark had opened his mouth to speak when she tripped and fell into his arms.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I am so sorry.” She sprang up, her face turning red in embarrassment.

“No harm done,” he smiled. “I would have called out a warning, but you seemed rather preoccupied. Tell me, what game were you playing out there? I was rather fascinated.”

“I don’t know,” she said, “but I think I won.”

She turned to him, holding out her hand.

“I’m Lois. Lois Lane.”

“Clark ... Luthor.”

“Ohhh!” she said, clearly forgetting propriety in her excitement. “Is it true you lived in Europe among artists and vagrants?” Then she smacked her forehead. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I’m completely forgetting my manners.”

Clark waved his hand. “My father accuses me of the same thing at times. And I don’t know about vagrants, but yes, I lived in Marseilles up until some months ago.”

Lois and Clark

He nodded toward his brother. “That’s Lex. My brother. His real name is Alexander, but he likes to be called Lex.”

Lois looked. “That’s my sister, Lana,” she said, indicating the dark-haired girl talking to Lex. “Of course, she’s not really my sister. We’re all adopted, you see.”

“Oh, of course. As am I, actually. My mother and father adopted me when I was about two. I heard you were adopted by Martha Kent. What is it like?”

Lois was surprised at Clark’s revelation, but she let it go for now, despite her curiosity over his birth parents. She was sure that if he wanted her to know the whole story, he would tell her.

“It’s wonderful,” Lois said. “I couldn’t ask for a better guardian than Aunt Martha. She misses Uncle Jonathan, of course, but we do our best to amuse her.” She pointed out the blonde, who was now dancing with Oliver. “That’s my cousin, Chloe. And somewhere around here is my real sister, Lucy. We all live with Aunt Martha.”

Clark saw the fondness in her expression. He could tell from her dress that there wasn’t a lot of money, but there was a lot of love. Something he missed now that his mother was gone.

“What was it like? In Europe?” Lois asked.

“It was different than here. Lex studied art, although he says he’ll never make an artist, but our mother encouraged him all the same. She said a skill in the arts is a mark of a refined gentleman. She was a musician herself, although her time was rather occupied with raising us, I suppose.”

“You must miss her,” Lois said wistfully. “I miss my real mother too sometimes. She died when I was six.”

Clark nodded. “I do miss her. Promise you will keep this between us?” Lois nodded emphatically. “I don’t like it here very much. My father is ... he frightens me, sometimes.”

“He frightens everyone,” Lois answered. “He spends most of his time in Metropolis, so we don’t see him much here in Smallville.”

As they watched, Lionel approached Bruce and began talking animatedly with him. It was clear from the outset that Bruce didn’t like Lionel, or his posturing. Lionel was enamoured with his own self-importance, but the other man was clearly not interested in whatever Lionel was offering.

Disinterested, the pair turned away. Lois shivered and rubbed her arms.

“Are you cold?” Clark asked solicitously.

“I forgot how cold it was outside. It’s as hot as Hades in there.”

Clark was amused at her use of the profanity, but said nothing. He liked that Lois had a mind of her own.

“Would you care for something to eat?” he asked.

“Thank you. I am a little hungry.”

He stood up and took her arm. “We’ll go then and see what we can find.”



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 21st, 2012 03:37 am (UTC)
good chapter
Mar. 21st, 2012 03:40 am (UTC)
Thanks hon. Sorry, I've been wanting to get into the other story but with the way I've been feeling really down lately I've just had to go where the muse has taken me.

BTW - if you have a list of your stories and artworks, let me know so they can be considered for nomination. Check out the comm sv_fca if you want more info.
Mar. 22nd, 2012 08:33 am (UTC)
Thanks for new chapter, so Chloe dancing with Ollie, Lois talk with Clark and Lana wit Lex, i wondered when Lucy and Bruce get to know eath other....

Mar. 22nd, 2012 09:32 am (UTC)
Yep, the first three are the shape of things to come, and that's all I'm saying about that :)
Mar. 24th, 2012 07:47 am (UTC)
I laughed at Lois trying to avoid her unwanted suitor, and how she and Clark immediately struck up an accord. I find myself disliking Mr Clark intensely!
Mar. 24th, 2012 07:50 am (UTC)
Yep, Grandfather Clark is not a nice man.

I'm glad you enjoyed Lois' antics.
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