Title: Shop Talk
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Smallville belongs to the WB. No profit has been made from this fic, and the only benefit to me is personal satisfaction and the creative process.
Note: Beginning from FFA entry No. 1458, with Xander and Clark Kent. Some of the chapters here will be FFA entries, some will not.~*~Here we go
, Xander thought. Nice normal small-town USA. No demons, vampires, vengeance demons, praying mantis ladies.
This town had cornfields and one coffee shop; some farmers still rode horses to the feed store. It was hours from civilization, but he had a modem, to keep in touch with his buddies. His girls.
All he had to do for his vacation year from saving the world and finding Slayers and dealing with YAA (yet another apocalypse, as Willow dubbed it), was teach shop to a bunch of high-school kids. Dawn laughed when he told them, but it sounded right. Something new. Something his.
He surveyed the room. It was his first day, and he was gleeful that things were going so well. Nothing could go wrong--
Xander watched as the tall dark-haired boy, Clark, stood holding a solid four-by-four beam. Or, rather, two parts of the beam.
No one human could have broken that beam, a solid chunk of tree Xander moved earlier that day. Even some Slayers would have had trouble. And the kid just stood there, unsurprised.
Clark gave Xander a sheepish look. "It just sort of fell apart?" he tried weakly.
It just figured.