sv fic: A Young Kryptonian's Travels part 11

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Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, A Welcome Port In A Storm
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating: PG
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

A/N: Still no sex—I am appalled!
eta: I forgot to credit sabershadowkat for the name Kal chose.
eta2: omgod--I'm just being incredibly stoopit with a capital stoop tonight!!!

The Previous Parts are here, being kicked out of a monastery for misunderstanding prostrate and what it wasn't….




"Oh…did you see? Did you see? He was…he was the Warrior Angel! He was beautiful, so smooth, and sleek—did you see his eyes?"

*Hide yourself Kal; people will question your appearance.*

"Oh, yes, of course." He gave the little girl a final sooty hug and told her to run right to the nice police officer and slipped back into the alley. He ran quickly to an abandoned building that he'd been using as a base since he'd arrived in the city.

The AI announced *You now have new information in the system, we will receive money and rent living quarters and then…*

"We will get a job!"

Kal cleaned himself and set his coverall to reflect the fashions he'd observed to be popular in the city. Dirt and soot fell away at another touch, he dragged fingers through his hair, and once again, he was presentable.


The city was strangely like any other city in the Dominion, full of people intent on the business of their lives, without much left over for other folk. They walked head down, or eyes fixed on some infinite point so as not to make eye contact…the few that actually noticed Kal found their comfortable routines shaken a bit….

Kal smiled and flirted with everyone as he walked the city streets. The AI assured him that all was in order, and they could collect money at the next available ateaehm—one of the huge varieties of strange non-sentient machines the Earthers depended on. He found them fascinating—he found everything about the city fascinating, from the buildings, to the colorful and incredibly varied personal transport—he found the fact that the Earther city was not as alien as he thought it would be, also fascinating.

Kal was silent, open to sound and smell and sight--enjoying the show as Earthers of many beautiful shades and shapes and colors strolled by. He nearly walked past the coffee shop but the smell stopped him. The fragrance slinked into his nostrils, laid down a trail of scent that made Kal's eyes nearly roll back in his head…the wonderful many layered scent…so many deep rich tones…he moaned quietly to himself. They had to get money *now*—he had to have the Coffee this very instant. Kal looked into the large window and watched the handsome servers, in their crisp uniforms, serve the Beverage to the eagerly waiting citizens. They were all of them bright and smiling, every one of them cheerful and full of love for the wonderful brew they gifted to the eagerly waiting folk. They worked in concert to bring joy--Kal froze—

Work…work with….

With a voice full of wonder, of hope, he asked the AI, " Can…can I get a job here?"

*Apply, Kal. We shall see…perhaps you can be employed here. You have a sterling record, after all* it said, and the words were followed with a short soft burst of static.

The following morning, the Coffee Drop hired its newest employee--Kal King.

******
He visited one of the clever money machines, and came away with many pieces of the somber green paper printed with the visages of various dyspeptic men—dollars, they were named--and the AI offered Kal a few addresses to visit.

*An apartment is a necessary requirement, Kal-El. There are many available dwellings that are reasonably priced, and well situated. You may wish to 'entertain', and an apartment is preferable to a bench in the park.*

*Was that a joke?* Kal asked incredulously. *Will Rao's wonders never cease--you are starting to unbend aren’t you? And gosh, yes, I wish to entertain. Did you notice that one of the servers had a spectacular lower body—ass, they call it here. Isn't that a clever word? So short and yet, so evocative. "Aaahhhsss," he crooned. *Yes. I like it.*

*I beg you, for Rao's sake, focus, Kal. Apartment—now. And please be sure not to float.*

*Yes, yes, no floating, focus…krell, so much for you unbending,* he groused.

They looked at several apartments, but the one Kal chose was an old building, once a private home in a neighborhood that in the past had been considered exclusive. The house now containing several apartments, reached from a sweeping spiral staircase of iron and granite. Kal loved the swirls of metal that decorated the railing; he loved the marble floor, the stained glass windows--*This is it, Innty, this will be our new home.*

*Innty? Kal, I would prefer--*

*Oops, hold that thought—here's the landlord's apartment,* he said, and banged on the door. It was opened by a scowling woman, her hair pulled back in a bun as severe as her expression.

"Yes?" She fixed him with a steely glare, "Speak up, I don’t have all day to spend in my doorway, you know. I'm a busy woman."

Kal was charming, mildly flirtatious, just enough to make the landlady unthaw, make her flutter and blush and rent out the small apartment for a little less than she'd meant to. She had no idea how that happened. She looked up into warm green eyes and was blinded by a smile full of brilliant white teeth…the next thing she knew, she was back in her apartment holding a signed lease and having a vague memory of a hand the size of Kansas wrapping around hers, warm, soft, such beautifully manicured fingers…fingers…hand…handshake yes, that was what it was called….

******
Anna, the manager of the Coffee Drop, watched Kal serve a cup with a flourish, a wink, and a throaty 'come again.' She almost did.

Kal was driving everyone crazy—no one could pin down what direction he danced in. He flirted as enthusiastically with men as with women. He stared as longingly into the eyes of a seventy year old man as into the eyes of a seventeen year old girl's. He made as much fuss over a chubby, harried housewife as he did over a crisp and spa tanned business man—and one and all, regardless of age or gender, responded to Kal. It was as if, she thought in awe, he gave off some sort of pheromone that made him irresistible. Maybe alien sex spores--God, he was unreal hot—no one could be that hot and be human. She wondered if the other guys in his village over in Italy were as hot. If they were, she knew what she was saving her money for in the future…as for right now, her short range goals were simple--nail Kal King. And brag about it forever.

*****
At the very moment Anna was thinking about Kal, another of the Coffee Drop's employees, Brent, was having rather similar thoughts as he filled filters with the house blend. Kal was a—a—well, all he could say was heaven must be missing an angel. And he intended to blow that angel before the week was out. Brent shifted a little—darn, he'd have to wait for his erection to wilt before he could go out on the floor—again.

******
Ernie wondered idly if maybe he should try buying his pants a size smaller—lately fewer customers were 'accidentally' knocking their change off the counter to fall behind the bar, necessitating a slow leisurely bend-over to retrieve it. He didn't mind giving a little floor show if it meant bigger tips. He grinned, grabbed an oatmeal bar to chew on as he reflected on the current turn of events.

"You better pay for that, you don't get free cookie bars!"

He ignored Anna's bleat of outrage, and thought hard. Okay, the girls were giggling and blushing all over that Kal, and the guys were looking at him like he was a big dripping steak…and sure, he was straight, but he didn’t mind guys checking him out if it meant bigger tips and what the hell, Ernie knew he looked damn good—but Kal. Kal was the fly in his ornament. Kal was too damn good looking, and he was cutting into his tips. Maybe he should talk to him, let him know what was what in *this* country, not like it was in Balkanstan, or wherever the heck he was from.

Ernie finished the oatmeal bar, and dusted crumbs from his hands. He wandered back over to the serving counter, wiping long smeary streaks across it with a damp rag and ignoring the glares Anna shot at him. They all knew she needed to get laid. If he wasn't a faithful boyfriend—well mostly if she wasn't so chunky, he'd do it himself. Hell, if it got her off his back, he might do her anyway. It wouldn't be cheating; it'd be like—a good deed, like Little Red Robin Hood, or whoever.

It didn't help that Daddy Warmbucks hadn’t been into the shop in a while either. Man, that bald dude was always good for a twenty or more. That time he'd dripped the whipped cream down his shirt—Ernie felt a little tingle somewhere between his navel and his knees—man, he thought rich boy was going to come right there. It was kind of cute, in a way.

He glanced over at Kal, all bright-eyed and red cheeked and so sincere…yeah, he was kind of cute too, cute like a giant puppy. Damn it. He was gonna buy his pants two sizes smaller….

TBC!

part 12

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