Due to a magical backlash of power Xander Harris is now fifteen. To keep the newly awaken slayer form killing each other of him. The Powers That Be send him to Smallville to help stop a rising evil and to help the rising good to fight the evil. Yow know, same old, same old. Spike goes with.

He remembered the fight with the computer-thing in the caves, which had never really been nice to him since he'd rejected his destiny, or heritage or whatever you wanted to call it. He'd listened to its lectures far beyond the limits of tolerance. Bloodlines, rulership, blah blah greatness blah. But he'd just graduated from high school and his guilt was ebbing. When it had started up again last night as he checked in to make sure Lionel's researchers hadn't found anything new, he'd said a few nasty things and stomped off to the mansion to make Lex entertain him.

They say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting different results. Lex had become resigned to this maxim, until a family emergency brought Clark and Conner to him for help, perhaps this time to stay.

"Strange visitor from another planet: Plaid Flannel Kid!" "God, shut *up.*" (Takes place after "Ryan.")

"So what's French for 'My dad doesn't want me to play football'?"

Clark needs Lex to help him become a man, in true Kryptonian fashion.

shrift: It always makes me happy when RivkaT plays with a good cliché, and when you've got Lex's dryly arrogant narration of being mistaken for Clark's boyfriend -- well, I'm re-reading it again and laughing my ass off.

shrift: Hee! Clark's really a goth, and he's not taking it anymore!

In which Metropolis stays weird. sequel to Conflicts of Interest

Clark's Kryptonian heritage, like Lex, is rich and powerful. And, like Lex, not entirely predictable.

What you do when there are no more worlds to conquer.

Government red tape can make for interesting bedfellows. For the Undermistletoe Cliche Week

Size matters. Except when it doesn't.

Tim Drake is Bruce Wayne's adopted son and heir to Wayne Enterprises, and also Robin, masked vigilante, by night. In this AU, Conner was raised by Luthor, and is a VP in Luthor Tech. The two 26-year-olds meet while competing with their respective companies over a deal with Cadmus Labs, develop a relationship that starts with rivalry and ends with trust (and hotness omg).

Kon finds himself going through some unexpected changes.

It was spoken: "I want one hot man watching another man jerk off until he has to touch." Thus, it was answered.

What if Clark were a good bit more of an alien than we think he is? And what if Lex found out about it?

The Joker kidnaps Lex, intending to kill the president and discredit Superman all in one. Things don't quite go according to plan.-- Stewart ticked off on his fingers. "Withstood torture, beat up the Joker, shtupped Superman—" Wolf-whistles broke out in the crowd as Stewart spread his hands and said, "All I can say is—our president can beat up your president."

"It's tax season in the Luthor household."

Future fic: Lex gets everything he ever wanted, not that he'd ever admit he wanted what he gets. This story is purely self-indulgent, I just wanted to write something cheerful. Don't expect anything serious or meaningful in this story.

In which Metropolis stays weird. sequel to: Conflicts of Interest

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