Secrets Unveiled
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
2,629
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, Superman or Smallville, nor any of the characters from the books, comics, t.v. shows or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Mar 22
Lois caught a glimpse of her watch. “Shit!” she said under her breath as she quickly saved her document. It was nearly fifteen minutes after five. Clark was surely on his way to the meeting with Marcus Myers, Lex’s associate.
Lois knew of the old warehouse of her vision. She hoped she could reach it before the meet was to take place. She turned the corner, a few blocks away from the Planet and entered an alley. Only those in the know, knew of the door to the Wizarding pub.
In the dimly lit Wildboar Pub, she made her way to the fireplace. She dropped some floo powder and clearly said the name of the Jayhawk Bar and Grill, all the way on the other side of the city. The warehouse would be a short two block walk from there. She kept replaying the deadly vision over and over again as she walked.
* * *
Clark had decided to travel by taxi. He was finally going to get the dirt on Carter. He should be able to show Lois what a scumbag she was about to marry.
He paid the cabbie before surveying the quiet warehouse. He looked for the side entrance, as Marcus Myers had instructed. On the inside, crates lay strewn all over the place. It had a musty smell, as if the place was left untouched for a while. He saw the dim light bulb lit area at the center of the building. There was the snitch thumping his fingers on a briefcase that lay at the center of the small dusty table.
* * *
Lois, hiding in the shadows, watched as the two men nodded at each other. She watched Clark approach Marcus cautiously. ‘How was she going to stop Clark from doing something he’d regret,’ she thought.
“So what kind of info do you want to share about Carter?” Clark said as he studied the mild mannered business partner of Lex Carter.
“Got a whole bunch of stuff that would make your head spin, there Mr. Kent,” the tall blonde said.
“What exactly is your motivation for sharing this information?” Clark asked warily as Myers picked at his sleeve.
“He’s not a very nice chap,” Myers sneered in a clipped English accent.
* * *
Lois saw Marcus’ arm flinch. She saw the telltale tip of the wand. ‘It wasn’t Clark who set off the charges,’ she thought of her vision again.
“No,” she gasped and stepped out into the open. The two men looked in her direction. Marcus looked down at the briefcase for a second. He quickly aimed the wand at her.
“Stupefy!” he yelled. At the same time, he depressed the detonator button he had affixed to the hilt of the wand.
Clark watched as Lois was hurled backwards. He turned to see the initial flash of the briefcase bomb. He acted quickly; he flew towards Lois as the shrapnel sprayed out.
Lois felt the back of her shoulders hit the dirty warehouse floor first. She gasped in pain. Everything seemed to grow dark around her as the dust from the pulverized concrete and metal flew. She felt like she was buried under a ton of bricks. She couldn’t breathe, and for a moment she thought she was on the verge of being buried alive.
* * *
Clark felt parts of the concrete roof fall on his back. He braced himself making sure Lois was protected. When the last of the rubble fell, he took in a deep breath. He pushed up off of her.
He watched as she lay still. For a moment, he was afraid of the worst. He watched her stir, her eyelids fluttering. She looked up at him. She took in a quick breath, looking surprised.
He followed her line of sight. Clark took a deep breath as he knew his secret was finally out. His countenance changed. His eyes grew stormy.
He shoved off all the debris that had covered both of them. He pulled her up off the ground. Not even allowing her to question him, he spun and shed his Armani suit, giving way to his Superman one. He pulled her into his arms and flew off into the night sky, leaving behind the ash and debris from the explosion.
Lois took a deep breath as Clark landed in the backyard of the two bedroom brownstone. He placed Lois down on her feet a little roughly. Clark pulled her to the glass sliding door and yanked it open, breaking the lock. He pushed her into the house.
She watched him pace for a moment, his cape billowing behind him. She took a deep breath as she tried to make sense of what had just transpired.
“Clark,” she began softly.
He glared at her. He clenched his fists. “What the hell were you doing in that warehouse?!” he whispered harshly.
She couldn’t give him a quick answer. She hesitated.
“Are you gonna tell him?!” he asked, standing akimbo.
“Who?” Lois asked as she took a step towards him. He stepped back.
“Carter,” he said accusingly.
Lois shut her eyes for a moment. “No, Clark. I wouldn’t do that.”
“A lot can be shared in between the sheets!” he said harshly.
Lois blushed. She gulped. She looked into his face. “Your secret’s safe with me, Clark,” she said softly.
“Historically, secrets have a way of being revealed through pillow talk,” he said icily.
Lois’s eyes started to water. She looked at him. He looked so angry. She took in a breath, wanting to say something.
Clark interrupted her silence. “I have to go help clean up the mess,” he said as he flew out of the house.
Lois’ knees buckled. She had to lean against the back of the sofa. She took another deep breath. She knew what she had to do. She, too, left the brownstone.
Lois caught a glimpse of her watch. “Shit!” she said under her breath as she quickly saved her document. It was nearly fifteen minutes after five. Clark was surely on his way to the meeting with Marcus Myers, Lex’s associate.
Lois knew of the old warehouse of her vision. She hoped she could reach it before the meet was to take place. She turned the corner, a few blocks away from the Planet and entered an alley. Only those in the know, knew of the door to the Wizarding pub.
In the dimly lit Wildboar Pub, she made her way to the fireplace. She dropped some floo powder and clearly said the name of the Jayhawk Bar and Grill, all the way on the other side of the city. The warehouse would be a short two block walk from there. She kept replaying the deadly vision over and over again as she walked.
* * *
Clark had decided to travel by taxi. He was finally going to get the dirt on Carter. He should be able to show Lois what a scumbag she was about to marry.
He paid the cabbie before surveying the quiet warehouse. He looked for the side entrance, as Marcus Myers had instructed. On the inside, crates lay strewn all over the place. It had a musty smell, as if the place was left untouched for a while. He saw the dim light bulb lit area at the center of the building. There was the snitch thumping his fingers on a briefcase that lay at the center of the small dusty table.
* * *
Lois, hiding in the shadows, watched as the two men nodded at each other. She watched Clark approach Marcus cautiously. ‘How was she going to stop Clark from doing something he’d regret,’ she thought.
“So what kind of info do you want to share about Carter?” Clark said as he studied the mild mannered business partner of Lex Carter.
“Got a whole bunch of stuff that would make your head spin, there Mr. Kent,” the tall blonde said.
“What exactly is your motivation for sharing this information?” Clark asked warily as Myers picked at his sleeve.
“He’s not a very nice chap,” Myers sneered in a clipped English accent.
* * *
Lois saw Marcus’ arm flinch. She saw the telltale tip of the wand. ‘It wasn’t Clark who set off the charges,’ she thought of her vision again.
“No,” she gasped and stepped out into the open. The two men looked in her direction. Marcus looked down at the briefcase for a second. He quickly aimed the wand at her.
“Stupefy!” he yelled. At the same time, he depressed the detonator button he had affixed to the hilt of the wand.
Clark watched as Lois was hurled backwards. He turned to see the initial flash of the briefcase bomb. He acted quickly; he flew towards Lois as the shrapnel sprayed out.
Lois felt the back of her shoulders hit the dirty warehouse floor first. She gasped in pain. Everything seemed to grow dark around her as the dust from the pulverized concrete and metal flew. She felt like she was buried under a ton of bricks. She couldn’t breathe, and for a moment she thought she was on the verge of being buried alive.
* * *
Clark felt parts of the concrete roof fall on his back. He braced himself making sure Lois was protected. When the last of the rubble fell, he took in a deep breath. He pushed up off of her.
He watched as she lay still. For a moment, he was afraid of the worst. He watched her stir, her eyelids fluttering. She looked up at him. She took in a quick breath, looking surprised.
He followed her line of sight. Clark took a deep breath as he knew his secret was finally out. His countenance changed. His eyes grew stormy.
He shoved off all the debris that had covered both of them. He pulled her up off the ground. Not even allowing her to question him, he spun and shed his Armani suit, giving way to his Superman one. He pulled her into his arms and flew off into the night sky, leaving behind the ash and debris from the explosion.
Lois took a deep breath as Clark landed in the backyard of the two bedroom brownstone. He placed Lois down on her feet a little roughly. Clark pulled her to the glass sliding door and yanked it open, breaking the lock. He pushed her into the house.
She watched him pace for a moment, his cape billowing behind him. She took a deep breath as she tried to make sense of what had just transpired.
“Clark,” she began softly.
He glared at her. He clenched his fists. “What the hell were you doing in that warehouse?!” he whispered harshly.
She couldn’t give him a quick answer. She hesitated.
“Are you gonna tell him?!” he asked, standing akimbo.
“Who?” Lois asked as she took a step towards him. He stepped back.
“Carter,” he said accusingly.
Lois shut her eyes for a moment. “No, Clark. I wouldn’t do that.”
“A lot can be shared in between the sheets!” he said harshly.
Lois blushed. She gulped. She looked into his face. “Your secret’s safe with me, Clark,” she said softly.
“Historically, secrets have a way of being revealed through pillow talk,” he said icily.
Lois’s eyes started to water. She looked at him. He looked so angry. She took in a breath, wanting to say something.
Clark interrupted her silence. “I have to go help clean up the mess,” he said as he flew out of the house.
Lois’ knees buckled. She had to lean against the back of the sofa. She took another deep breath. She knew what she had to do. She, too, left the brownstone.