Author: Ryu I
Title: Men in Spades
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Disclaimer: IF they were mine, they'd wear a lot less clothes. For both shows *innocent*
Part of the ClexFest challenges at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
Rating: NC17
For the CLexFest Challenge: Men In Black in Smallville specifically to register/find Clark. Bonus if the neuralyzer doesn't work on Lex for meteor reasons. (Henry Jones Jr)
Pairing: CLex
Note: Crossover Smallville/MiB

Men in Spades
Ryu I 

I knew when I joined MIB I was going to see some seriously weird alien shit. You know, delivering squids, killing giant bugs, sending alien princesses home in weird shuttlepods, that sort of thing. After a while I got used to it. Sure, I (okay, Kay and I) saved the world on a more or less day to day basis, but even that gets run of the mill after a while. What I didn't know until the Smallville, Kansas, case, was that seriously weird, rich, overpriced, spoiled, scary, protective humans are a lot more frightening than multi tentacled man eating giants.

Death by checkbook is a very serious matter.

The assignment sounded more like a vacation than a job. We were sent to Smallville, Kansas to investigate an escalating series of weird goings-on (people turning into bugs, unexplained disappearances, impossible murders, a sudden drop in teenagers that directly related to a rise in freaky mutants, the usual stuff). Kay had been there before, back in ‘89 when I was still in Junior high. There’d been a bizarre meteor shower that was eventually traced to the destruction of one "Planet Krypton," home of a race so fiercely intelligent that they didn’t even know their planet was about to blow up. Zed suspected that the meteors may have something to do with all the weirdness in TinyTown, USA, and so had dispatched us to make a couple of home visits and meteor gathering.

I guess that’s why they pay Zed the big bucks.

So here we were; me, big time New York cop turned alien fighting mastermind, and Kay, He Who Never Smiles. I took a deep breath o that crisp country air and said, "Corn. Lots of corn."

"Corn is the city’s major export." Kay looked as unruffled and as home as he did in New York, while I knew I was going to be red eyed and sneezing within minutes. The bastard. "This way."

A car was waiting for us, complete with all the stops and whistles of the MBI world. Man, I love this job. "You want the details now, slick?"

Sometimes, life isn’t fair. Until five months ago, the man didn’t even remember MIB existed. Now, Zed’s got him treating me like a little kid again. I should file an official profile with...Zed. Damn. "I should already know."

"Stop sulking."

"I don’t sulk!"

"Yes, you do. Constantly." The ancient jerk didn’t even let me defend myself. He just kept talking. "We’re here to see two people. One is Clark Kent, the adopted son of Martha and Jonathon Kent, who run a farm just outside the city limits. There have been reports from the Metropolis MIB that he may be an illegal alien."

"If he was adopted, wouldn’t it be legal?"

"Not if they didn’t know he was an alien at the time of adoption."

I blinked. "Um...it’s kind of hard to miss, Kay. You know, tentacles, glowing eyeballs, extra heads, a variety of other obvious indicators?"

"Kryptonians looked, superficially, like humans. It wouldn’t have been obvious until adolescence."

"Oh? Then what?"

Kay just shook his head. Must be something gross. Though, really, in our line of work, what isn’t? "So," I said by way of conversation, because no one can be completely comfortable in a confined space with Kay in full Intense Mode, "who’s our second ‘target’?"

"Target is such a harsh word."

"But accurate, when you’re around."

Kay looked momentarily offended, much to my great amusement, but he just kept on. "Our second assignment is Alexander J Luthor." He paused expectantly.

I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come. "And?"

My partner let out his most long-suffering sigh. "Someday, you need to turn off MTV and check out CNN, Slick. Lex Luthor is the son of Fortune Five Hundred Lionel Luthor and the sole heir of LuthorCorp Industries. He lives in a castle that was shipped to Smallville from Scotland several years ago."

"Okay. So, what, Luthor’s an alien?"

"No. He’s human. However, he was present during the meteor shower and has a couple of mutations as a result. The most obvious was he lost his hair. We suspect there may be more."

"Lovely. So, we’re here to bug an alien who may or may not know he’s an alien and a multi-billionaire mutant who lives in a castle?"

"Essentially. Yes."

You have to give this job one thing. We never get bored.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Via a democratic process of Kay making a sole decision (as usual), we decided to find the Luthor kid, first. Okay, so he’s 22, a college graduate, and running an entire plant that he will apparently own in the near future. He’s still a kid, and I sincerely hoped that he would sic a team of elite security men on Kay if my partner called him "slick," "kid," or anything else, though I’ve noticed that’s generally reserved for me. Yay.

We arrived at the castle, which was just as pretentious as one would expect, late in the afternoon of the day of our arrival. It seems Luthor has a very open door policy about people coming in and out; though we had to check in with a security guard, we were taken to the back entrance without an appointment. We were welcomed at the door by a butler who looked like he hadn’t located a bathroom in at least a year (probably couldn’t find one in this mausoleum) and ushered inside. He directed us to an overdone sitting room full of armor and swords and whatnot.

"Mr Luthor is in a meeting at the moment. He will be with you within the hour." Then he slammed the door in our faces. I half expected the ominous click of a door locking with some sort of giant brass key, but apparently we weren’t considered important enough to trap.

Their mistake!

"They don’t seriously expect us to wait an hour?!"

Kay glanced at me from where he was studying some seriously ugly and no doubt priceless piece of art. "When you live in a castle, you probably have enough money to make the President wait on you."

"Yeah, but we’ve got much cooler toys than the President."

"I think even you can afford to wait for a few minutes." He moved on to a statue of an extremely anatomically correct young man.

Luthor must keep time a lot differently than the rest of the world, because an hour and a half later Kay and I were still in the drawing room, or whatever the hell you call a random sitting room in a castle. Kay had stared at and catalogued every piece of expensive ugliness in the room and we had been served drinks.

Apparently, when you have enough money, you don’t have to be punctual. I’d hate to work for this guy. I was just about to start ranting when-lo and behold-I turned to find Kay. Asleep. On the leather couch.

In the years I’ve known him, I had never seen him asleep, before. I’m not going to say something stupid like "he looked peaceful and younger" because he didn’t. He looked like most sleeping people-lips slightly parted, face squished against the arm of the sofa. But I admit, it was kinda cute, seeing the incredible, famous Kay zonked out on Luthor’s expensive couch. I considered waking him up, but figured he’s a little less annoying asleep and instead grabbed an afghan and tossed it on top of him. He made a little sound and I hid a laugh. It seemed safe to assume he was a light sleeper.

Boredom is a dangerous thing. It only took ten more minutes for me to get tired of watching Kay sleep (yeah, it was unusual but still, not exactly the same level of excitement as, say, saving the universe). I checked the door which was, indeed, unlocked, marveled at the degree of trust Luthor’s staff extended to complete strangers, and headed into the hallway.

Luthor castle is filled to the gills with Medieval armor and Greek art and other things that probably cost more individually than I make in a year. It was just...ridiculous, really. It was also confusing. I walked down trailing hallways, up and down stairs, through elaborate ballrooms and past rooms that were completely covered in sheets. I couldn’t swear to it or anything, but I think I might have even wandered down some kind of secret passageway for a while. And I thought New York at night was freaky. By the time I heard voices, I didn’t even know what wing of the castle I was in. Not that I’d ever been in a "wing" before, anyway.

Figuring that the voices probably knew their way around the castle, I followed them through a few more rooms. The walls distorted the sound to the point that I didn’t even know I was in the room with them until I stumbled through the door.

Oh.

Well.

Um. Bald. Right. Lost his hair. Bald...all over. I know this because I’m a cop, specially trained to observe. It took me five seconds to ascertain that not only was Alexander J Luthor bald all over, he was also about 6'0" and somewhere around 170 pounds. Slender, but muscled. He had well manicured nails. He went by the nickname "Lex." And he was gay.

As evidenced by the boy in the bed with him, chanting his name.

Okay. This is known as "too much information."

By extension, his...partner was about 6'3", much broader in build, younger, with black hair and light colored eyes of some sort. Judging by Luthor’s expression, he was also very good at what he was doing. Which was...not appropriate for mixed audiences. Luthor twisted and moaned. "Claaark."

Well, what do ya know. Clark Kent. Two birds with one stone. And I really needed to get out of there. Like now, before Luthor-

"Who. Are. You?"

Uh oh. Busted. Luthor stared at me and I stared back like a deer in headlights. His eyes were narrowed and he looked like he could kill me just by looking at me. "Intense" didn’t begin to describe this guy. "Um! Lost! That’s who I am. But you’re busy, I can see that, so I’ll just be lost somewhere else, okay? Good. Bye!"

I’m not stupid, I got my ass out of there.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

And made it about five feet before the butler found me. Just let me say, this was no prissy wimp of a butler under that penguin suit. Once he had hold of me there was no getting loose. He dragged me with an extremely annoyed expression back to the waiting room. This time, by the way, he did lock the door after he tossed me in.

"So, slick." Oh, great. Kay was awake. I offered him my best grin. "Looks like you’ve been in some trouble."

Oh yeah?! Well, I’d found both of our targets. So there. Ha! "Actually, I located Luthor and Kent." I leaned against the wall. That’s right. Calm. Collected. Definitely not blushing.

"Kent’s here?"

"Unless there’s some other teenager named Clark in town."

Kay arched an eyebrow at me. "And where are they?" He leaned to the side as if he expected Luthor to be hiding behind me.

"Um. They’re...busy."

"Busy?"

"Yeah. You know. Busy." Kay looked at me blankly. I once again considered the fact that maybe Kay is totally unaware that sex exists. They probably didn’t even know about it when he was a teenager in the rollicking fifties, right? "Busy, Kay."

"I see."

There was a click at the door and I, having a very strong instinct of self-preservation, ducked back behind the couch and tried to look charming.

I expected a big scene, maybe a door slamming open, art shaking and falling off the walls. You know, angry spoiled rich kid on the rampage, throwing a nice spoiled rich kid hissy. But I didn’t get it. Instead I got Lex Luthor, dressed to the T in a suit I’d kill to own (minus the purple shirt) and looking as calm and collected as if we were meeting for the first time. The only sign that something was amiss was the very tall teenager behind him, dressed in wrinkled jeans and a flannel shirt that was almost as red as his face. Luthor’s smile, when he offered it, was charming, likable, and completely fake. "Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen." The smile turned dangerous and his eyes-a rather cold silvery blue-settled right on me. "It was rude of me to allow you to be so bored. I could have arranged a tour."

I gulped. Kay looked between us, then raised a hand to rub his temples. "What’d you do, Slick?"

"Nothing!"

"I can see you made your usual first impression. Rude and overbearing."

"You’re one to talk," I muttered.

"I’m sorry for whatever my partner did." Kay stood and held out a hand, looking stoic and, really, not sorry at all. Luthor glanced down at his hand and up again. Still blushing, Kent took it, instead.

"I’m...um. Clark Kent."

"I’m Agent Kay. This is Agent Jay. We’re from-"

"Division Six, a non existent government environmental agency."

Woah.

If I’d thought Luthor glared at me when I first, well, accidently walked in on his liaison, but the look he leveled on Kay was deadly. And Kay, much to my surprise, couldn’t seem to think of anything to say. I, of course, being much more smooth and sophisticated, had no such problem. "So, you’ve heard of us?" I offered Luthor my best "aren’t I trustworthy and lovable" smile.

He didn’t fall for it. In fact, the entire facade of affable tycoon he had entered with disappeared as if it never was. He shifted, eyes on Kay. It took me a moment to realize what he was doing.

He was placing himself between Kay...and Kent. Although smaller than both in one way or another, and no doubt spoiled rotten if his perfect skin and nails were any indication, he was perfectly ready to place himself between my partner and his, erm, lover. Maybe I misjudged him. This was definitely more than some pretty boy out for a good time. "We’ve met," he said icily.

Kay allowed himself to look moderately surprised. "I’m sure I’d remember, Mr Luthor."

"I’m sure you do." Kent looked worried, and he stepped forward, one large hand falling on the slim black clad shoulder. "Because I certainly remember you. Metropolis General, 1989. Three days after the meteor shower and three hours after I regained consciousness. You were just full of questions, then."

I looked between them, then at Kent. The kid looked as confused as I was, and shrugged. "Lex," he asked, almost gently. "What’s going on?"

"I assume they’re here about the meteors." Luthor kept his eyes on Kay, reminding me in a weird way of street kids who were used to being both predator and prey. "Am I right?"

"Yes." Apparently, Kay wasn’t going to beat around the bush, either. I watched as the Kent boy went pale under his summer tan.

"Lex?" he asked quietly.

Luthor’s answer was quick, and worried. "I didn’t ask them here, Clark." Whoo. Obviously some interesting issues, there. "I didn’t know they were coming. Believe me."

The boy smiled reassuringly. "I know." He looked up at us, though his hand slid down and settled against Luthor’s back. "What do you want with Lex?" He looked as fiercely protective as Luthor was of him.

"Actually, we’re here to see you, too. Not a bad deal," I winked at him. He turned paler still. A vein along the side of Luthor’s pale head throbbed.

"Stay away from Clark, or you’ll regret it," he all but hissed.

Kent looked appalled and flattered at the same time. "Lex!" Blush.

"We have no intention of harming him. We just want to talk to him." Kay’s hand went for his pocket. I reached for my glasses and pulled them out with casual, practiced ease. Kay didn’t bother going through the "eye exam" routine, but instead just held it up and let it flash.

Kent blinked and froze.

Luthor didn’t. Defying all laws of physics or biology or whatever, he looked straight into the nueralizer ....and scowled.

And that is when it occurred to me that we were in Deep Shit.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"What. Did. You. Do?"

Luthor was practically glowing, every muscle tight beneath his shirt as he waved a hand in front of Kent’s face. "Clark? Clark!"

"Nothing permanent." Kay’s voice was rather strained. Apparently, he’d never met a human who was immune to the neuralizer, either. "It’ll wear off soon."

"It had better wear off now." Luthor reached up and cupped the boy’s face. I had the distinct feeling that I was intruding on something very personal; even more so than when they were going at it, because this was, as trashy romance novel as it sounds, about affection and not lust. Wonder of wonders, Luthor was in love with that boy. He made Kent’s blank eyes meet his steady ones. "Clark. Clark, whatever’s going on in your head is something you can handle. Come on, wake up." He spoke softly and steadily.

Well, wasn’t this a day for miracles. Kent blinked, and his eyes focused slowly on Luthor’s. "Lex?"

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I’m fine." Kent seemed to take stock and then grinned. "I think whatever they tried didn’t work."

Luthor’s smile would have looked very, very good on a shark. A mean, crafty one. He glanced over me and his eyes settled on Kay. "Do you care to explain before I have you mysteriously disposed of?" He was smug and dead serious. Even Kay knew it and, face it, for someone who’s brilliant, Kay can be pretty oblivious pretty often. Visions of a mangled, dead Kay danced through my head and I shivered. I was bound and determined not to let that happen, and the only way to avoid it was to make sure Mr Tactless over there didn’t have a chance to say anything.

"We’re here to talk to Clark about his biological parents," I said quickly, stepping half in front of Kay and ignoring his not so subtle throat clearing.

Kent looked startled. Okay, he looked a lot more like startled, he looked petrified. This kid definitely didn’t have a future in politics. "What do you mean?" he all but squeaked and for the first time I could see how young he really was. Luthor was lucky I wasn’t a cop anymore or I might just have to arrest him for sleeping with an underage farmboy.

"You’re adopted, aren’t you? We have information about your biological parents." I smiled at him as reassuringly as I could.

"That’s impossible-"

"Clark. Be careful." It was a murmur, but I caught it, anyway. "Don’t trust them."

It hit me, then, as Kent glanced down and across at Luthor. Luthor knew. Whatever there was about Kent, however he did the things the local paper had attributed to him, whatever had happened that marked Kent as not-quite-human, Luthor knew. And he was going to protect Kent from himself, if he had to. "You already know, don’t you?" I asked, even though I didn’t really need to.

Kent blushed and looked down. Luthor looked unaffected. I kept my eye on the kid, though. I had a feeling that if one of them was going to trust us, it was going to be him, and he’d just drag Luthor along for the ride. I might as well take a chance and play my trump card. "That you’re an alien, that is."

There was a split second in which no one so much as breathed. Then all hell broke loose.

Kay grabbed my arm with a "What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" Kent looked like he was about to throw up and stumbled back. Luthor snarled-yes snarled, literally-and grabbed me by the front of my suit, ripping me down to his level.

"Explain yourself now," he hissed, "or I’ll fucking kill you before you so much as leave this room."

"Lex!"

Luthor didn’t seem to hear Kent at all. "Now," he said.

Wonder of wonders, my partner didn’t seem to want me dead, despite the many times he had insinuated (or right out said) I deserved it for one stupid stunt or another. He closed his hands over Luthor’s and spoke in his most calming voice. "We’re from a top secret independent organization known as the Men in Black. Our job is to regulate alien activity on Earth. We have no intention of harming Mr Kent. We just want to know if he is who we think he is."

"And-and who is that?" Kent whispered.

"Kal-El of the planet Krypton."

Way to be blunt, Kay. It seemed to work, though. Luthor let go of me and looked at Kay like he was crazy. I couldn’t really blame him. I’ve thought Kay was crazy a number of times, myself. "What are you talking about?"

"Thirteen years ago a planet was destroyed in a natural disaster of unprecedented proportions. The remains of the planet struck our solar system in the form of meteors centering, more by chance than anything else, on this town. Several years ago, we began hearing rumors that a pair of scientists from that world, Jor-El and Lara Jor-El, had managed to send a single lifepod off-planet and it traveled with the meteors to Earth." Kay made it sound so reasonable. I would’ve made it sound like a bad fifties SF flick.

Luthor and Kent just stared at him. Kent reached out almost blindly and grabbed for Luthor’s hand, twining their fingers together. "You’re serious?"

"I’m always serious."

I couldn’t help but laugh. "It’s true. Kay has no idea what a joke is."

Luthor still looked suspicious and a little murderous, but Kent relaxed minutely. I had the feeling that I had been pieced apart by a very sharp mind and declared passing. "Why are you here, then?"

"Follow up visit," Kay said promptly.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning he came to the hospital after the shower. To see me. Something about mutations." Luthor frowned a bit. "Like the hair, and the fact that I heal so fast."

"Exactly. Though, you weren’t supposed to remember that." Kay invited himself to sit down and pulled me to sit beside him whether I liked it or not. Bossy old goat. "Though, admittedly, this sheds a new light on the subject."

"This?" Kent sat and, when Luthor seemed unwilling to give up the advantage standing afforded him, pulled him down. Unfortunately, they had only a chair available, and Luthor ended up sprawled across Kent’s lap for a moment before he resituated himself on the arm of the chair. He glared at the kid, no doubt for ruining his image, and Kent just grinned cheerfully back at him. Norman Rockwell, eat your heart out. "What do you mean, ‘this’?"

"This. You and Luthor, ‘this.’ Surely you’re aware that, as an alien, your sexuality runs differently than a human’s."

A beat, and then that low, smooth voice, "Dear god. He’s pregnant."

"LEX!" Kent blushed so dark I knew he was going to burst into flames at any moment. You really can’t blame me for laughing; if you’d seen the looks on their faces, you’d have given it up and laughed your ass off, too.

Even Kay made a slight choking sound that might have been a hidden chuckle or two. "No, Mr Luthor. Mr Kent can’t be pregnant. He’s a certified Kryptonian male."

Kent shifted in his seat. "Call me Clark. Mr Kent’s my dad. And Lex prefers ‘Lex.’" He smiled shyly. "Um...so...why does knowing I’m," he ducked his head, hiding behind messy bangs, "with Lex change things?"

I was curious about that, myself. I didn’t really know much about Kryptonians, since Zed gets a perverse thrill out of keeping me in the dark about things. I glanced at Kay, who settled as comfortably as he ever does against the leather couch. "Because," he said evenly, and I swear there was an evil glint in his eyes, "Kryptonian’s mate for life."

Luthor’s response here was, and I quote: "O.O"

I wouldn’t have thought his eyes could get that big. Kay, being Kay, just kept right on talking. "The first person a Kryptonian has both a strong emotional attachment to and sex with will be his or her mate for the duration of the mate’s life."

"O.O" Luthor replied.

Clark was looking at Luthor worriedly. "What does that mean for Lex?"

"That he won’t be able to achieve orgasm with any one else for the remainder of his life or yours, whichever happens to end first. The same goes for you." Kay almost smiled. "It also means that you will develop, over the next couple of years, a strong emotional sense of each other. Not telepathy or anything like that, but you will have a sense of whether the other is content or in danger, or just in the mood."

I stared at Kay. In the mood?! Who was this person and what had he done with my partner?

"Will...Lex, I mean..." Clark was looking at Luthor with huge, worried eyes. "I didn’t mean to!"

Luthor was still pretty out of it, but he responded to the sound of Clark’s voice and blinked, slowly. Then he swallowed. "I know, Clark."

"I didn’t know-"

"I know, Clark."

"I didn’t mean to, I mean-I did mean to but not-"

"I know, Clark." His expression shuttered. "You didn’t mean to end up in some sort of life bond with me."

Clark just drooped. His shoulders fell, his eyes cast downward, and he seemed to fold in on himself. "That’s not what I meant. I don’t mind. I like it, I kinda thought maybe, you know, that it could be- But you, I mean, you know."

Luthor seemed to see through the lack of eloquence. "You don’t mind?"

"No."

"You like it?"

"Um...yeah."

And then, and I so wish I’d had a really nice camera with me, Luthor blushed. Clark looked charmed, so it wasn’t hard to figure out that Luthor blushing must be as rare as Kay smiling. . He leaned over and rested his cheek against his older lover’s arm and I think he might have actually purred. "Oh," Luthor said. "All right, then. Neither do I." Okay, now Clark was a lot more than just charmed. He was glowing. Luthor cleared his throat, banished the blush through an act of will, and turned back to us. "You know more about Clark’s homeworld?"

"Quite a bit. The Kryptonians colonized several worlds, the leader of which is Daxam. They’ve shared most of the cultural information they have. If you want, we can return tomorrow with all the information we have."

"No one will find out that Clark is an alien, will they?" At Luthor’s words, Clark buried his face in the expensive material that covered his arm.

"We’re completely discreet."

"Good. Because if anything does get out..." Luthor didn’t have to finish. We got the point. Megalomaniacs in love. It was pretty cute. He stood. "You can come back tomorrow at five. Clark can come here after school." He glanced down at Clark, who was looking at him with a ridiculous little grin. "Is that all right?"

"That’s fine. That way I can stay here another couple of hours with just you." Clark paused. "Maybe I should bring my parents, too."

"Only if we skip the mating thing. I’d rather not be arrested just yet."

"Heh. Good point." Clark looked at us. "Um...thanks."

"Not a problem." I winked at him. "You’re a real relief after our last mission. That alien had tentacles and a fetish for eating humans. You’re one of the good guys, so no worries." I hopped up. I really wanted to get out of there before they pounced on each other or something. ‘C’mon, Kay. We’d better find a hotel."

"Indeed. Gentlemen." He nodded to them as the butler magically appeared to lead us out.

The last things we heard as we were led down the winding hallway were:

"Lex, you’re sure you don’t mind?"

"Clark. Saying I don’t mind is a serious understatement."

Then there was a crash, a grunt, and the sound of ripping clothes. *cough* We started walking a little faster. Maybe they’d get it out of their systems by the next day? (They didn’t, in case you’re wondering. Must be the mating thing. Or a horny teenager. Either way...)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When we reached the car I leaned on the hood and watched Kay. "So. What do you think? Is this a successful gay, interage, interspecies, different tax brackets relationship? Are they gonna make it?"

Kay paused only a moment. "Some partnerships last forever, Slick."

"Oh?" I arched an eyebrow in imitation of my own prickly partner. "Like the two of us?"

"Given how pitiful you were without me. Yes."

"Hey!" I’d have protested more, but it was true. Gorgeous women, brilliant men, one small obnoxious dog. None of them was quite the same. Some of the guys at work still teased me about needing to get "my Kay" back. Not that he can talk. It’s not like he made a good run of it as "Kevin." Snicker. "So you think yes on Clark and Luthor?"

"Yes."

"Us too?"

"As partners?"

I gave him my best come hither smile, just to tick him off because, hey, he’s fun to tease. "In many ways."

He got in the car without answering, glared at me until I put on my seatbelt, and then took off, driving, for once, like he was under 145 years old. We were almost into town when he casually, in his most disinterested tone said, "Yes."

Well. Maybe I should send Luthor and Kent a card, because that just opened up a whole new world of possibilities...now didn’t it?

~End~

A little odd? Yeah! But, hey, so am I 0_~

And I know that I'm the *only* person in the world who saw slash in MiB II, but since I'm writing it, I can get away with it 0_~