SV fic post:A Young Kryptonian part 18

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Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, What Can Compare To A Mother's Love?
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Kal-El/Lex
Rating: PG
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

Geez--I messed up the chapter count!

The Previous Parts are here, eating yellow backed French novels, and reading bon-bons…um, wait a min…




Kal followed Lex into a room that was dominated by shades of blue, every corner bright with sunlight. Kal smiled. He approved. It was warm with the sun and inviting, a friendly room.

At one end of a long dining table made of a deep red wood, sat an elegant woman. Short reddish hair framed her face, but what caught the eye was her smile. Her dark eyes were bright and inquisitive and she held her head at a familiar slight tilt as she observed him. Kal felt her gaze over every inch of his skin, so intense he wondered for a moment if it was indeed possible to look into another's mind—he liked her instantly. She reminded him of Lex.

"Hello," she said cheerfully. "I'm Pamela, and you must be Kal King. What a pleasure to meet you. You know, I feel as if I know you." She smiled sweetly and Lex sighed.

*I'm sure she does know everything there is possible to know about you*

*shhh, she seems very nice. What a lovely smile she has--* "The pleasure is all mine. I'm so happy to meet the woman who nurtured My Lex. You must be so proud of him. He's just…" Kal turned to smile at a pink cheeked Lex. "Oh, but you must have heard this same speech so often from Lex's admirers."

"Hmm. Lex's admirers tended to do things like leave their boxers under the front seat of the car. I can't say any conversation with them tended to go beyond 'Get out of my house this instant.'"

"Mother! You're going to embarrass me. Kal doesn't want to hear that," he said, ignoring Kal's fascinated look.

"Yes." She took a sip of coffee, stopped to savor the brew—Kal sniffed. Earthy, hints of chocolate and caramel, a faint acidity that he knew made the flavor deeper, richer...Brazilian if he wasn't mistaken… Kal felt himself falling in love again. She was wonderful, but of course Lex's mother would be. She was beautiful, smart, had excellent taste and loved her son very much.

Lex motioned for Kal to take the seat next to her, and he sat at her other side. He leaned over and kissed her cheek when she bent towards him. "We're getting busy at LC, hon. We're kicking around some new ideas...looking into venturing into space," she said casually. "We've had some interest in joint research projects from some of our overseas friends."

"You're serious? I've been telling you forever how important that is for us." He beamed at her, the smile dimming just a tiny bit as his eyes darted in Kal's direction and away.

She smiled and said, "Of course, it'll be your responsibility. Next week, we'll be wining and dining some interesting people overseas. Brush up on your French, dear…"

Kal watched them, and he felt a deep wave of sadness. He missed his mother and father. Watching the two of them made him sad, but happy also. They loved each other so very much…*why* did Lex keep looking at him?

The conversation finally turned from LuthorCorp's possible expansion into space and turned back to Lex's other breakfast companion.

"So, Kal, what is it you do?" Pamela asked. Her tone of voice indicated that whatever it was probably didn't involve much more than looking attractive, but that kind of innuendo had never been turned on Kal and he failed to recognize it. He treated the question with all the seriousness he treated any question directed towards him. He totally missed the little wince that flitted over Lex's face.

"Well, at the moment, I am doing nothing. I worked at a wonderful place—doing the selling of the Coffee. But now, I am Lex's. However, I'm sure that I can be helpful to Lex in his new endeavor-"-*STATIC* "--or not.* Ouch*," he said accusingly, pouting slightly.

*Remember, we're disguised as average humans? As much as that's possible?*

*Can you possibly insist on that charade, seeing as you allowed Lex to see *every* little thing about us? About me? Lex knows all, so what is the difference if Pamela also knows? She *should* know. And I will tell her*

*Kal-El, you are a being made wholly of exasperation. Truly, you test the limits of any sentient's patience. I—I am without words---*

*I don’t know, you seem to have more than plenty. Also, you are so full of quall. Your emotions are showing, Innty. But I will refrain from laughing and figuratively pointing—ow. Sore loser*

"Kal…are you all right? You seem…troubled."

"No, no, Lex's Pamela. I'm fine. I…Lex, perhaps you have something to tell her? About me?"

"You…you want her to know about you." Lex smiled weakly at Pamela, a littler tic playing at the corner of his mouth. "Everything? Isn't…isn’t your friend opposed to that?"

"Perhaps, but my friend is as mistrustful and anxious as an elderly maiden aunt suddenly thrust into a men's bath house. I want to share all with my new family. We should start from a place of honesty, do you not think so?"

*static*

*It will be all to the better, Interface mine, you'll see*

******

Share all…tell Pamela that Kal of the House of El came from a long line of Els, world conquerors of a race of conquerors, a species that considered itself the pinnacle of sentient development…it was a concept so mind-boggling that Lex felt a bit intimidated—they must have been easy to bend the knee to--he shook his head hard, chasing alien thoughts away. No. Humans would find their own path. What the Kryptonians had offered was a neat and tidy kind of slavery. He knew in his bones there was no cruelty in Kal, none at all. But having been part of their history thanks to the peculiar AI, he knew that an attitude like Kal's was as rare among his people as it was among Earthlings.

Kal's shining eyes were locked on his. Lex licked his lips nervously but nodded in agreement. He knew that Pamela had to know. She had to know everything and he'd make sure that she didn’t hold any of it against Kal. She should know Kal as much as he knew him.

If it spurred her creation of the space division, so much the better.

He looked at Kal, who was smiling at them both. Certainly there was no mystery between himself and Kal. There was nothing in the past that either one of them could hide from the other. Lex thought about one night in Spain, a pair of toreador pants, nipple rings and…and a church…God. He'd hoped to grow old and senile and lose that particular memory, but since the AI's recent tossing his mind like a salad, even events that at the time had been clouded by drugs and alcohol were horribly crystal clear. Horribly. "Pamela…I'm sorry. God, really sorry."

"For what sweetie? You haven't done anything yet today to piss me off. I'll grant you, the day is young…"

"Ah-ha ha. Kal…go ahead. Tell her whatever you want. Just…maybe not so much about your cousin? And your grandfather's job?" And his eyes plainly said, 'For God's sake don't mention the interface.'

Kal nodded. He wasn't so sure that what frightened Lex was bad, but earth history had been…enlightening, and not in the way having sex with Anna had been…the history lesson had been much worse. He took a deep breath and said, "Pamela, I'm not from around here....

*****

She looked at Kal, she looked at Lex. Took a shaky breath and said, "Damn."

"Damn?"

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to let me process this just a little. She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced—"Cold."

Kal tsked in sympathy. "Allow me." He took her cup, and stared into it for a second. She gasped when a ring of hot red whisked around his iris, and the air shimmered. Her cup was handed back to her steaming.

"Gosh, that's—that's convenient."

Lex gasped, "Convenient. Funny, that's not the word I'd have chosen." He squirmed as discretely as possible in his seat. Kal reached over to pat his hand, and smirked.

"Later, My Lex, I will show you the full range of all my abilities. Whit particularly liked the vibrating--"

"Ah-hem." Pamela's cheeks pinked faintly, and she hurried on. "Anyway…it's fascinating to meet…" she laughed shakily."An actual alien. An intelligence from another world and…there are hundreds of intelligent races out there?"

"Oh my goodness yes. So many, though I've only met a few myself, before my tour was interrupted."

Lex murmured, "Probably lucky for you. It would have been awful to have you die of exhaustion…"

"Lex! Don't be jealous."

"So…your people are travelers? Nomads? You talk about the tour--"

"No, the Tour was sort of a traditional journey Kryptonians my age—newly matured adults—took. It wasn't an obligation—it was more of a reward, I suppose. *My* people were scientists and--and politicians, I guess you could say. My father was a great scientist. And my mother was also."

Pamela smiled. "Sweetheart, why don’t you run on over to the kitchen, and see if Cook might have for us to nibble on. Since there's noting left here," she said wryly, examining the wreckage of breakfast.

Lex watched her while she watched Kal leave.

"Alexander, what is that you want from me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why give me this information? Do you trust what he's said?"

"Mother, trust me, I believe every word Kal's saying and I trust him with my life. I don’t want you to do anything; I just thought you should know. You should know also, I love Kal, like I've never loved anyone else, ever."

She flapped her hand, "Yes, yes, I saw that the moment you came in. He is lovable, I can see that too. The feeling is more than mutual. Well, my best beloved child, seems sometime between yesterday afternoon and last night, you got married," she laughed and toasted him with the remains of her coffee. "You found your soul mate."

Lex sputtered. "I'm not—we didn't—married--?"

"You might as well have, sugar. You know what? I say we have a family reunion—Martha and Jonathan need to know that you've finally settled down. And with a hell of a guy." She smiled, and Lex turned red as a beet.

Kal was in the doorway, a plate of muffins in his hand, and his eyes sparkling. "It's true! I have also! How wonderful! And yes! And thank you!"

Pamela glanced over at Lex. "Oh my poor boy—you are in a world of trouble."

Lex nodded and dropped his head into his open hands. "I know. I'm completely alien whipped."

TBC

part 19

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