Author: Phoenixnz
Fandom: Smallville/Quantum Leap
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Complicated (but implied Clark/Lex)
Rating: G
Cast: Lex, Clark, Sam Beckett, Al Calavicci and cameos
Summary: Sam leaps in to correct a mistake made by Clark and Lex. Craziness ensues
Okay, so this is a complete crack fic, crossover with two of my favourite shows, Quantum Leap and of course, Smallville
Part One of Two
August 19, 2006, 1.57pm
It was the same old story. Clark was once again accusing Lex of doing something heinous, and evil, and as usual, Lex was on the defensive. And frankly, he was sick of it. Clark was always accusing him of something, and okay, Lex wasn’t lily white, but come on!
To top it off, Lana had moved into the mansion. Granted, she was pretty, but the only reason Lex really wanted anything to do with her was because she was Clark’s. Or she used to be. He knew Clark’s secret had come between them. And how long was Clark going to kid himself about that? Maybe Lex didn’t know everything but he knew a lot more than Clark thought he did.
Lex fought a sneer as he looked at Clark, who had just come barging in, practically snorting like a bull after a red cape.
“So what am I supposed to have done this time?” he asked, staying seated at his desk, his calm demeanour belying the anger he felt.
“I can’t believe you put Lana in danger. Again.”
Lex frowned at him. “What the hell are you talking about, Clark?”
“I heard about your ‘kidnapping’,” the brunette said. “And somehow Lana got caught up in it.”
Oh yes, Lex thought. Those two goons who had strapped him to a table in a warehouse, looking for the secret to how he’d got his powers when he’d been taken over by Zod. That kidnapping.
“Clark, if I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t have ...”
Suddenly, Clark staggered, almost as if he’d been exposed to the green meteor rock. Only this time he didn’t look sick, just kind of disoriented. Lex watched as he shook his shaggy head. What the hell was going on?
August 19, 2006, 1.58pm
Sam Beckett had been in a lot of strange situations during his time as a leaper, but this actually seemed kind of okay. Well, let’s see, he thought. He was in some kind of office. Huge stained glass windows, maybe a church? No. Quite a big room, fairly modern decor, but the walls looked to be some kind of stone. He looked quickly around. Was this his place?
He saw a bald man getting up from a glass table, a small computer sitting in front of him. The bald man was dressed casually, although the clothing looked expensive. His face showed concern as he approached Sam.
“Clark? You okay?”
Sam stepped back as the bald man approached. Okay, his name was Clark. Clark what?
“Uh, I’m fine,” he said.
“Are you sure? You look a little out of it.”
So would you if you’d just leaped from the 1960s to, hmm, I wonder what era this is, Sam thought. He knew he could leap in and out of his own lifetime, but when in the hell was this? Judging from the clothes, it wasn’t the eighties. Or disco seventies. Thank god for that, he thought. He looked down at himself, then back at the bald man and quickly compared notes. He didn't belong here. Not judging from the way he was dressed.
“Um, I’m going to go,” he said, feeling very uncomfortable with the way the bald man was looking at him. Almost as if he was lunch. “Yeah. I’m going to ...” He continued backing away, then turned and went out the door. Question was, which way was out? Not everything came with exit signs.
He stumbled around a little until he was confronted by a man in a suit. “Mr Kent? Are you lost?”
“You know,” Sam said. “I just wanted to check, er ...”
“I’ll get Benton to escort you out,” the man said. Obviously some kind of security.
Sam found himself unceremoniously yet firmly escorted out of what he realised was some kind of castle. He groaned inwardly, thinking what kind of idiot would live in a castle in this day and age? Had he somehow leapt to England? No, he couldn’t have. The accents would have been different. And he was clearly in America, somewhere.
He found himself wandering around, not even sure where he was going. Where was Al? Usually he’d shown up by now.
June 27, 2001, 1830 hours
Al was preoccupied. Dealing with a very angry, yet very confused young man in the holographic guise of Sam Beckett. Apparently, this young man thought he’d been kidnapped by someone called Brainiac, whatever the hell that was. And this was feeling kind of hinkie, Al thought.
“Look, I’m trying to help you out here, kid,” he said. “Just tell me what I need to know.”
“Where’s Brainiac?” the kid kept asking.
“I don’t know who or what Brainiac is.”
The kid kept touching his clothes, examining them, as if he was like something out of a comic book. Al did like wearing garish clothing, well it wasn’t garish to him, but he remembered a little kid once calling his shirt ‘yucky’.
“Hey, back off,” Al said. “Come on kid. We can’t get you back until we figure out what’s going on. So just tell me your name.”
The kid just stared at him stubbornly and crossed his arms. Al sighed. This was going to be one of ‘those’ leaps. He could tell.
August 19, 2006, 2.14pm
Sam didn’t know what made him start running. But when he stopped running he realised he was in big trouble. From out of nowhere, he’d put on this burst of speed, but it was like nothing he’d ever seen or felt. It was ... well, there was no other word for it. Inhuman. He’d managed to see enough to guess he was in rural Kansas. At least, he had been before he’d started running. Now he was in ... hell, he didn’t know where he was. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” he murmured, looking at the city streets. People were looking at him oddly too.
Now Sam had leapt around a lot of different eras of history. But this didn’t look like anything he’d seen. Okay, the cars weren’t flying around, but he could tell that this was the future. Which was going to seriously complicate things. How was it possible that he’d leapt into his own future? Well, okay, maybe not exactly his future, but the future nonetheless.
Idiot, he told himself. He’d leapt into his own great-grandfather, so he supposed it wasn’t a complete impossibility that he’d arrived in the future. He glanced around and saw a newspaper bin for the New York Times. Okay, New York. Now how in the hell did he get back to Kansas? And where exactly in Kansas was he supposed to be?
Sam dug in the pockets of the baggy jeans he was wearing. Loose change. He needed loose change. Ah, a quarter. He glanced at the bin. Nope, he needed a bit more than that. He kept digging, feeling what seemed to be a squashed candy bar. It was sticky. Yuck, he thought. Obviously he was in the body of a kid.
Ahh, found enough change to get a paper. He put the money in the slot and grabbed a paper, quickly reading the date as he continued walking along the street. August, 2006. Now he was getting somewhere. All he needed to do was figure out his new identity.
In the business section, he saw a photograph of the bald man. ‘Lex Luthor’, the caption said. The bald man was obviously very wealthy and he was promising funds to help people rebuild after ‘Dark Thursday’, whatever that was. But that answered another question. And as he read, Sam’s questions were further answered. Luthor lived in Smallville. Great. He had to get back to Smallville.
So Sam did exactly what he’d done before. He ran.
June 27, 2001, 1845 hours
“So, if you’re not Brainiac, who are you?”
“You may find this hard to believe, but you’re in a research facility,” Al said.
The kid stumbled back, clearly startled. He looked around, as if he was looking for some kind of escape route. Al put his hands out, trying to reassure the kid.
“Hey, it’s okay. No-one’s here to hurt you. We just need you to help us, okay?”
“Help you do what?”
“Look, my friend is out there and he needs to know what he’s up against. Just tell me what you remember.”
“Um, I was in Lex’s office.”
“Lex?”
“Lex Luthor. We were friends, well, we’re not now.”
“Okay, that’s a start. So, why don’t you tell me your name?”
“Clark. Clark Kent.”
“Where are you from, Clark?”
Clark looked at this funny older man. Compared to him the man was, well, kind of short. Short for a guy anyway. But he seemed okay, although his taste in shirts left a lot to be desired. Then again, Clark was the king of plaid, so he supposed he shouldn’t judge.
“Smallville.”
“What year?”
Clark cocked an eyebrow and stared at the man. “What?”
Al sighed, then smiled. “Kid, I’m going to level with you, okay? You seem like you’re a pretty smart kid, so I think you’ll get me. This research facility is called Project Quantum Leap. It’s a time travel experiment. My friend, Sam and I, we had this theory that a man could travel within his own lifetime.”
Clark nodded, not really getting it, thinking this guy was totally nuts. But then, he’d already seen his reflection, and it wasn’t himself staring back, so he figured he’d just better go with it.
“Anyway, Sam has leaped into you, and you’ve kind of switched bodies with him.”
Clark frowned. Was that even possible? Given his alien origins? But he let Al go on.
“Sam and I thought that there was this force, like, I don’t know, God, or something, directing Sam’s leaps so he can put right what once went wrong. And it’s possible that something you did affected your future. Can you think what that would be?”
Clark sighed, then thought for a moment. His brain was a little fuzzy, but from what he could remember, he was talking to Lex about Lana. For some reason, Lana had been kidnapped, along with Lex after Dark Thursday. He started to tell Al about it all.
August 19, 2006, 3.30pm
Sam stood in the middle of the street in what appeared to be downtown Smallville. Across the street was a cafe, called the Talon. He started to cross when he heard the blare of a car horn. He looked to his left. A silver Porsche. The bald man, Luthor, was driving. He frowned at Sam, who realised he was standing in the middle of the road. Sam moved back, letting Luthor park his car and he waited on the pavement as Luthor got out, taking off his sunglasses.
“Clark, you disappeared on me. You okay?”
“I’m fine, Mr Luthor,” Sam said.
Luthor frowned. “Look, Clark, I know we’re not friends anymore, but why so formal?”
“Sorry, Lex. I’m just having a really bad day.”
“That’s for sure,” a voice said behind him. Sam looked around, delighted to see Al with the handlink.
“Oh boy, am I glad to see you,” he said.
“Sorry, Clark. Did you say something?”
“Um, no, Lex. I was just thinking, um, of getting a coffee.”
“Then, why don’t I join you? So we can finish that conversation.”
Sam nodded. “Right. Okay.” He nodded his head for Al to follow, and he walked with Lex across the street.
Before they could sit down at a table, Sam spotted the bathroom.
“Um, I need to, er ...”
“Oh, Sam, not the head again! You know I hate going in there!”
Sam looked at the hologram of his friend and gestured toward the bathroom.
“Fine, Clark. Why don’t I order for us? The usual, right?”
“Er, yeah. Thanks, um, Lex.” He quickly went off to the bathroom, checking the room was clear.
“Okay, what’s going on Al?”
“Well, your name is Clark Kent and you’re in Smallville, Kansas.”
“I figured that much. Who’s this Lex?”
“Lex Luthor. He’s the billionaire owner of Luthorcorp and your former best friend.”
“So why aren’t they friends?”
“Well, apparently Lex has been involved in some questionable research concerning this stuff that Clark calls Kryptonite. Don’t ask me why. He won’t tell me. But he did let that much slip.”
“What took you so long?”
“Well, the kid’s kind of paranoid. And he thought he’d been abducted by someone called Brainiac.”
“Brainiac? What kind of name is that?”
“No idea. Anyway, he was apparently in the middle of an argument with Lex about a girl called Lana, who is Clark’s ex-girlfriend. She’s moved on to bigger and better.”
“Lex.”
“Somehow Lex got kidnapped, and she got taken along with him by these two goons. Lex ended up getting shot. I think Clark knows a little more than he’s telling.”
“Yeah, there’s something strange about this kid.” Sam was looking at his reflection in the mirror. The kid was tall, around six foot three or four, with a thick mop of curly black hair and big green eyes. The kid could have been a model, he was so gorgeous.
“In what way, Sam?”
Sam snickered, then looked at Al. “Because I somehow ended up in New York, in less time than it takes to brew coffee.”
“What? How?”
“I don’t know. But this kid can run extremely fast. He ...”
The door opened and Lex came in. “Hey, Clark, everything okay? You seem to be taking an awful long ...”
Sam suddenly found himself really looking at Lex. The guy was slender in build, but he was extremely good-looking. So good-looking that Sam began to get that uncomfortable feeling.
“Um, I’ll be out in a sec, Lex,” he said, trying to remember that this kid was probably still a teenager. But the way Lex was looking at him, he could swear the guy was giving him the same look that he thought he was giving him. He’d seen lust before, and the older man definitely had that look about him. Oh my god, he thought. Lex was gay! And judging from the way this kid’s body was reacting, so was Clark!
Sam had had this problem before, when he’d leapt into a couple of other characters. He’d somehow absorbed part of their personalities. But this one obviously came with a whole series of side effects. Sam’s eyes began to grow hot. He blinked rapidly, noticing to his relief that Lex had left. But the burning sensation in his eyes was getting worse. Another part of his anatomy was showing clear signs of his emotions as well. Suddenly, Sam saw the wall was on fire.
Al was staring at him in shock. It was like the fire had come from his eyes, straight through the hologram to the wall.
“Sam?”
Sam looked around in panic, then took off the plaid shirt and wrapped it around his hands, going to pat the fire out. It was out quickly. Sam looked at Al, then at his hands, which were completely unmarked, even though the fire had been pretty hot. He looked at Al again.
“Oh boy!” they said simultaneously.
Fandom: Smallville/Quantum Leap
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Complicated (but implied Clark/Lex)
Rating: G
Cast: Lex, Clark, Sam Beckett, Al Calavicci and cameos
Summary: Sam leaps in to correct a mistake made by Clark and Lex. Craziness ensues
Okay, so this is a complete crack fic, crossover with two of my favourite shows, Quantum Leap and of course, Smallville
Part One of Two
August 19, 2006, 1.57pm
It was the same old story. Clark was once again accusing Lex of doing something heinous, and evil, and as usual, Lex was on the defensive. And frankly, he was sick of it. Clark was always accusing him of something, and okay, Lex wasn’t lily white, but come on!
To top it off, Lana had moved into the mansion. Granted, she was pretty, but the only reason Lex really wanted anything to do with her was because she was Clark’s. Or she used to be. He knew Clark’s secret had come between them. And how long was Clark going to kid himself about that? Maybe Lex didn’t know everything but he knew a lot more than Clark thought he did.
Lex fought a sneer as he looked at Clark, who had just come barging in, practically snorting like a bull after a red cape.
“So what am I supposed to have done this time?” he asked, staying seated at his desk, his calm demeanour belying the anger he felt.
“I can’t believe you put Lana in danger. Again.”
Lex frowned at him. “What the hell are you talking about, Clark?”
“I heard about your ‘kidnapping’,” the brunette said. “And somehow Lana got caught up in it.”
Oh yes, Lex thought. Those two goons who had strapped him to a table in a warehouse, looking for the secret to how he’d got his powers when he’d been taken over by Zod. That kidnapping.
“Clark, if I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t have ...”
Suddenly, Clark staggered, almost as if he’d been exposed to the green meteor rock. Only this time he didn’t look sick, just kind of disoriented. Lex watched as he shook his shaggy head. What the hell was going on?
August 19, 2006, 1.58pm
Sam Beckett had been in a lot of strange situations during his time as a leaper, but this actually seemed kind of okay. Well, let’s see, he thought. He was in some kind of office. Huge stained glass windows, maybe a church? No. Quite a big room, fairly modern decor, but the walls looked to be some kind of stone. He looked quickly around. Was this his place?
He saw a bald man getting up from a glass table, a small computer sitting in front of him. The bald man was dressed casually, although the clothing looked expensive. His face showed concern as he approached Sam.
“Clark? You okay?”
Sam stepped back as the bald man approached. Okay, his name was Clark. Clark what?
“Uh, I’m fine,” he said.
“Are you sure? You look a little out of it.”
So would you if you’d just leaped from the 1960s to, hmm, I wonder what era this is, Sam thought. He knew he could leap in and out of his own lifetime, but when in the hell was this? Judging from the clothes, it wasn’t the eighties. Or disco seventies. Thank god for that, he thought. He looked down at himself, then back at the bald man and quickly compared notes. He didn't belong here. Not judging from the way he was dressed.
“Um, I’m going to go,” he said, feeling very uncomfortable with the way the bald man was looking at him. Almost as if he was lunch. “Yeah. I’m going to ...” He continued backing away, then turned and went out the door. Question was, which way was out? Not everything came with exit signs.
He stumbled around a little until he was confronted by a man in a suit. “Mr Kent? Are you lost?”
“You know,” Sam said. “I just wanted to check, er ...”
“I’ll get Benton to escort you out,” the man said. Obviously some kind of security.
Sam found himself unceremoniously yet firmly escorted out of what he realised was some kind of castle. He groaned inwardly, thinking what kind of idiot would live in a castle in this day and age? Had he somehow leapt to England? No, he couldn’t have. The accents would have been different. And he was clearly in America, somewhere.
He found himself wandering around, not even sure where he was going. Where was Al? Usually he’d shown up by now.
June 27, 2001, 1830 hours
Al was preoccupied. Dealing with a very angry, yet very confused young man in the holographic guise of Sam Beckett. Apparently, this young man thought he’d been kidnapped by someone called Brainiac, whatever the hell that was. And this was feeling kind of hinkie, Al thought.
“Look, I’m trying to help you out here, kid,” he said. “Just tell me what I need to know.”
“Where’s Brainiac?” the kid kept asking.
“I don’t know who or what Brainiac is.”
The kid kept touching his clothes, examining them, as if he was like something out of a comic book. Al did like wearing garish clothing, well it wasn’t garish to him, but he remembered a little kid once calling his shirt ‘yucky’.
“Hey, back off,” Al said. “Come on kid. We can’t get you back until we figure out what’s going on. So just tell me your name.”
The kid just stared at him stubbornly and crossed his arms. Al sighed. This was going to be one of ‘those’ leaps. He could tell.
August 19, 2006, 2.14pm
Sam didn’t know what made him start running. But when he stopped running he realised he was in big trouble. From out of nowhere, he’d put on this burst of speed, but it was like nothing he’d ever seen or felt. It was ... well, there was no other word for it. Inhuman. He’d managed to see enough to guess he was in rural Kansas. At least, he had been before he’d started running. Now he was in ... hell, he didn’t know where he was. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” he murmured, looking at the city streets. People were looking at him oddly too.
Now Sam had leapt around a lot of different eras of history. But this didn’t look like anything he’d seen. Okay, the cars weren’t flying around, but he could tell that this was the future. Which was going to seriously complicate things. How was it possible that he’d leapt into his own future? Well, okay, maybe not exactly his future, but the future nonetheless.
Idiot, he told himself. He’d leapt into his own great-grandfather, so he supposed it wasn’t a complete impossibility that he’d arrived in the future. He glanced around and saw a newspaper bin for the New York Times. Okay, New York. Now how in the hell did he get back to Kansas? And where exactly in Kansas was he supposed to be?
Sam dug in the pockets of the baggy jeans he was wearing. Loose change. He needed loose change. Ah, a quarter. He glanced at the bin. Nope, he needed a bit more than that. He kept digging, feeling what seemed to be a squashed candy bar. It was sticky. Yuck, he thought. Obviously he was in the body of a kid.
Ahh, found enough change to get a paper. He put the money in the slot and grabbed a paper, quickly reading the date as he continued walking along the street. August, 2006. Now he was getting somewhere. All he needed to do was figure out his new identity.
In the business section, he saw a photograph of the bald man. ‘Lex Luthor’, the caption said. The bald man was obviously very wealthy and he was promising funds to help people rebuild after ‘Dark Thursday’, whatever that was. But that answered another question. And as he read, Sam’s questions were further answered. Luthor lived in Smallville. Great. He had to get back to Smallville.
So Sam did exactly what he’d done before. He ran.
June 27, 2001, 1845 hours
“So, if you’re not Brainiac, who are you?”
“You may find this hard to believe, but you’re in a research facility,” Al said.
The kid stumbled back, clearly startled. He looked around, as if he was looking for some kind of escape route. Al put his hands out, trying to reassure the kid.
“Hey, it’s okay. No-one’s here to hurt you. We just need you to help us, okay?”
“Help you do what?”
“Look, my friend is out there and he needs to know what he’s up against. Just tell me what you remember.”
“Um, I was in Lex’s office.”
“Lex?”
“Lex Luthor. We were friends, well, we’re not now.”
“Okay, that’s a start. So, why don’t you tell me your name?”
“Clark. Clark Kent.”
“Where are you from, Clark?”
Clark looked at this funny older man. Compared to him the man was, well, kind of short. Short for a guy anyway. But he seemed okay, although his taste in shirts left a lot to be desired. Then again, Clark was the king of plaid, so he supposed he shouldn’t judge.
“Smallville.”
“What year?”
Clark cocked an eyebrow and stared at the man. “What?”
Al sighed, then smiled. “Kid, I’m going to level with you, okay? You seem like you’re a pretty smart kid, so I think you’ll get me. This research facility is called Project Quantum Leap. It’s a time travel experiment. My friend, Sam and I, we had this theory that a man could travel within his own lifetime.”
Clark nodded, not really getting it, thinking this guy was totally nuts. But then, he’d already seen his reflection, and it wasn’t himself staring back, so he figured he’d just better go with it.
“Anyway, Sam has leaped into you, and you’ve kind of switched bodies with him.”
Clark frowned. Was that even possible? Given his alien origins? But he let Al go on.
“Sam and I thought that there was this force, like, I don’t know, God, or something, directing Sam’s leaps so he can put right what once went wrong. And it’s possible that something you did affected your future. Can you think what that would be?”
Clark sighed, then thought for a moment. His brain was a little fuzzy, but from what he could remember, he was talking to Lex about Lana. For some reason, Lana had been kidnapped, along with Lex after Dark Thursday. He started to tell Al about it all.
August 19, 2006, 3.30pm
Sam stood in the middle of the street in what appeared to be downtown Smallville. Across the street was a cafe, called the Talon. He started to cross when he heard the blare of a car horn. He looked to his left. A silver Porsche. The bald man, Luthor, was driving. He frowned at Sam, who realised he was standing in the middle of the road. Sam moved back, letting Luthor park his car and he waited on the pavement as Luthor got out, taking off his sunglasses.
“Clark, you disappeared on me. You okay?”
“I’m fine, Mr Luthor,” Sam said.
Luthor frowned. “Look, Clark, I know we’re not friends anymore, but why so formal?”
“Sorry, Lex. I’m just having a really bad day.”
“That’s for sure,” a voice said behind him. Sam looked around, delighted to see Al with the handlink.
“Oh boy, am I glad to see you,” he said.
“Sorry, Clark. Did you say something?”
“Um, no, Lex. I was just thinking, um, of getting a coffee.”
“Then, why don’t I join you? So we can finish that conversation.”
Sam nodded. “Right. Okay.” He nodded his head for Al to follow, and he walked with Lex across the street.
Before they could sit down at a table, Sam spotted the bathroom.
“Um, I need to, er ...”
“Oh, Sam, not the head again! You know I hate going in there!”
Sam looked at the hologram of his friend and gestured toward the bathroom.
“Fine, Clark. Why don’t I order for us? The usual, right?”
“Er, yeah. Thanks, um, Lex.” He quickly went off to the bathroom, checking the room was clear.
“Okay, what’s going on Al?”
“Well, your name is Clark Kent and you’re in Smallville, Kansas.”
“I figured that much. Who’s this Lex?”
“Lex Luthor. He’s the billionaire owner of Luthorcorp and your former best friend.”
“So why aren’t they friends?”
“Well, apparently Lex has been involved in some questionable research concerning this stuff that Clark calls Kryptonite. Don’t ask me why. He won’t tell me. But he did let that much slip.”
“What took you so long?”
“Well, the kid’s kind of paranoid. And he thought he’d been abducted by someone called Brainiac.”
“Brainiac? What kind of name is that?”
“No idea. Anyway, he was apparently in the middle of an argument with Lex about a girl called Lana, who is Clark’s ex-girlfriend. She’s moved on to bigger and better.”
“Lex.”
“Somehow Lex got kidnapped, and she got taken along with him by these two goons. Lex ended up getting shot. I think Clark knows a little more than he’s telling.”
“Yeah, there’s something strange about this kid.” Sam was looking at his reflection in the mirror. The kid was tall, around six foot three or four, with a thick mop of curly black hair and big green eyes. The kid could have been a model, he was so gorgeous.
“In what way, Sam?”
Sam snickered, then looked at Al. “Because I somehow ended up in New York, in less time than it takes to brew coffee.”
“What? How?”
“I don’t know. But this kid can run extremely fast. He ...”
The door opened and Lex came in. “Hey, Clark, everything okay? You seem to be taking an awful long ...”
Sam suddenly found himself really looking at Lex. The guy was slender in build, but he was extremely good-looking. So good-looking that Sam began to get that uncomfortable feeling.
“Um, I’ll be out in a sec, Lex,” he said, trying to remember that this kid was probably still a teenager. But the way Lex was looking at him, he could swear the guy was giving him the same look that he thought he was giving him. He’d seen lust before, and the older man definitely had that look about him. Oh my god, he thought. Lex was gay! And judging from the way this kid’s body was reacting, so was Clark!
Sam had had this problem before, when he’d leapt into a couple of other characters. He’d somehow absorbed part of their personalities. But this one obviously came with a whole series of side effects. Sam’s eyes began to grow hot. He blinked rapidly, noticing to his relief that Lex had left. But the burning sensation in his eyes was getting worse. Another part of his anatomy was showing clear signs of his emotions as well. Suddenly, Sam saw the wall was on fire.
Al was staring at him in shock. It was like the fire had come from his eyes, straight through the hologram to the wall.
“Sam?”
Sam looked around in panic, then took off the plaid shirt and wrapped it around his hands, going to pat the fire out. It was out quickly. Sam looked at Al, then at his hands, which were completely unmarked, even though the fire had been pretty hot. He looked at Al again.
“Oh boy!” they said simultaneously.
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