Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Clark/Lex, Bruce/Dick
Summary: Smallville is in the middle of a rain patch, and Clark and Lex are kidnapped.
Disclaimer: I *sniff* do not any of the characters in this story. If i do they are nameless and gone in the span of 30 seconds. They are owned by DC/CW/WB?.
Spoilers: General All Episodes,
Authors Notes: This is not following any cannon comic or for the show.
Rain. Lots and lots of rain. It had started with the clouds. Teasing with the thought that soon enough the skies would poor. Nearly a week of endless clouds and now a steady two weeks of on again off again rain and no sign of the sun to be seen.
Clark was bored. There was just little if anything to do any more as the rain rarely let up long enough to even fathom going outside. Pacing the barn he sighed as the steady thump of the rain stopped again. Walking at a snails pace back to the yellow house he found his mom sitting in the kitchen reading as his dad tinkered with an old radio nearly through with all the things he had set aside to fix for later.
The thought of sitting in his room no more appealed to him then taking a kryptonite bath. As he stood dumbly at the door he wondered what to do with himself when the answer hit him like a semi truck, or maybe a Porsche.
“Mom, Dad, I’m going to Lex’s. I think I’ll stay for dinner, don’t wait up.”
“Have fun Clark.” From his mother, followed by a grunt from his father and Clark was carefully speeding along the corn stalks. Tripping in the mud at super speed was not fun as he had learned in the first few days of the rain.
Arriving at the mansion he let him self in and it was when he stepped into the kitchen that he noticed he was dripping. Looking through the door he had just entered he realized not only had the rain started again it was finally a serious downpour.
“Maybe the sun will finally come out of hiding,” Clark muttered as he shamelessly dripped towards Lex’s office.
Lex was on his phone pacing in usual Lex attire, of a lavender shirt and charcoal pants. The pale man looked up at Clark, down at his now puddle covered wood floors and shook his head as Clark shrugged sheepishly.
Ending the call Lex stopped mid pace his eyes raking over Clark. “Did you swim over?”
“I ran,” Clark mumbled.
“Is something wrong with the truck? You know I still have…”
Clark grinned waving his hand to stop his friend, “The rain had let up a little. I thought I could make it before it got really bad. And…” Clark shrugged.
“Come on let’s get you out of those wet clothes, I have some things that will fit you.”
“You do?” Clark asked suspicious eying his shorter and thinner best friend. Lex simply smiled and led the way up the stairs, to his own bedroom. Clark looked around the room surprised that he had never been there. It was very…Lex.
Lex entered his walk in closet while speaking instructions to Clark. “There are towels in the bathroom, get out of those wet clothes, just leave them in the bathroom, they will be taken care of.”
Clark went into the bathroom and stripped out his clothes though he left his boxers on and with a weak burst of heat vision they were once again dry. Toweling himself off he made his way back into Lex’s bedroom to find his friend stacking a few boxes wrapped in purple wrapping paper and black ribbon on his bed.
He lifted a box shook it and tossed it aside for another. Nodding he handed it to Clark. At the boy’s questioning look, “Happy Birthday.”
“My birthday is not for months…you got me clothes?”
“Amongst other things, it’s the clothes that you need now, don’t give me that look Clark, they are very much Clark clothes.”
“So I’m not going to find an 800 dollar pair of pants?”
“No,” Lex said simply shaking a few other boxes, not bothering to mention that the jeans were about 3,500. Finally locating the box he believed held the shirts he handed that to Clark who had just put on the jeans which were much more flattering than his usual, actually showing the strong muscles in his legs.
Opening the other box, Clark had his choice of an assortment of button downs, some short sleeved some long, and he settled for a blue so dark at first glance he had assumed it was black.
“These are Clark clothes?”
“I will not buy plaid, they are similar enough. Do you like them?”
”Yeah,” Clark said sounding surprised as he looked in the mirror, liking the way the dark blue jeans and shirt looked, he turned a bit to get a good look at himself all the while not noticing Lex’s knowing smirk. “Thanks Lex.”
“Its nothing Clark, you arrived at the perfect time that was my last business call. I’m all yours.”
“So what do you want to do?” Clark opened his mouth to respond when his stomach did for him. “Of course, let’s go to the kitchen and feed you.” Clark blushed but happily followed behind Lex.
As they went down the stairs they heard what sounded like a crash from Lex’s study. Glancing at each other both men spoke in unison.
“Stay here.” Each seemed determined and finally Lex put a finger to his lips and indicated that Clark should follow.
Lex entered the study first with Clark close behind and at first they saw nothing out of place until, Lex noticed one of the windows had been shattered. Looking around he spotted what looked like a canister and he could just barely make out the digital readings that had just hit zero.
Shoving Clark towards the door neither man made it as gas quickly filled the room. The gas was tinged green and Lex was surprised at how quickly it spread in the room, holding his breath had little effect on the strange gas as he started to feel heavy and have darkness creep into his vision.
Collapsing against Clark they both tumbled to the floor and Lex was surprised to see the look of sheer agony on Clark’s face, before he passed out. Neither man was aware when their captors entered the mansion dressed much like poison control. They looked at Lex and the well dressed man beside him.
“Take him too maybe we can get an extra payment, if not he looks loaded enough maybe he can buy his freedom once we deliver Luthor,” The leader said speaking into the microphone communication system built into the air tight helmets.
Quickly the four men bound Lex’s and Clark’s wrists and ankles before carrying them off to the armored truck waiting just outside the mansion. The leader remained just long enough to take the now empty canister and shatter a few more windows to let the gas escape and to confuse anyone who would happen on the scene. All the broken windows were no were near an entrance and could have possibly been caused by the storm. Watching rain and some debris enter into the study he left sure that his foot prints and that of his men would soon be washed away inside as well as out. They drove away without incident thanking the rain for its natural destruction of any trail they could have left.
They quickly left the small farming community and entered the highway. Passing all the exits for metropolis, they headed to an equally famous city, pulling off into Gotham City; they drove to the warehouse district pulling into one of the many abandoned nondescript warehouses where more of the gang was ready and waiting