This is all Kris' fault for having so many good stories on the go at the same time. My muse and the hybrid smut/plot bunny have ganged up on me and made me write....Fiona
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All That Jazz
Author: RuaFair (AKA Fiona)
Email: redwitchire@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: R-NC17
Spoilers: None really, this is AU, and yes the characters will be OOC, think Bad Clark.
Disclaimer: Smallville, its characters, all belong to someone else. (Sigh) I’m just borrowing them.
All Lyrics are the property of the owners and the writers. (Another thing I don’t own.)
Feedback: Please, let me know what you think, the muse craves it.
Summery: This was inspired by the movie ‘Chicago’, and it’s set in the 1920’s. Lex and Lucas are private detectives, and still have their money, Lionel is dead. Clark owns a club, which is where most of the action takes place. Pete works in the club as a pianist. Lana is a dancer. Chloe is the club’s main attraction. She is involved with Whitney who is Clark’s partner in the club. Lex is 25. Chloe and Lucas are 21. Clark, Lana Pete etc are around the same age as well.
Chapter One – Meet the Detectives
“Explain to me again why we do this?” asked Lucas Luthor as he rubbed his hands together, trying to get some heat into them. They had been sitting in their car for the last hour watching a non-descriptive warehouse. Since a man entered the building an hour ago, nothing else had happened and Lucas was getting bored.
His older brother rolled his eyes, “what’s the point?” replied Lex. “I’ve only told you about a hundred times and for some reason it refuses to stay in that thick but surprisingly empty head of yours.”
“Ha. Ha. Aren’t you the comedian? You should be on the stage with an act like that.”
Lex was about to reply but was stopped by the appearance of the man they had been trailing. “Looks like our friend has conducted his business,” he commented.
“At last,” muttered Lucas, “let’s get this over with so we can get home.” They watched as the man hurried out of the building. He kept glancing around him as he made his way to his car. He tightened his grip on the package under his arm.
“He’s not doing a very good job of acting inconspicuous,” commented Lex. “He’s drawing attention to himself by acting so nervous.”
“So how much this time?” asked Lucas with a grin on his face. “The usual?”
“No,” said Lex, sounding very confident, “let’s make it double.”
“Oh and big brother takes a risk,” said Lucas, “is the world about to end?”
“Lucas if you are too scared to take the bet I’ll understand and we can stake the usual amount,” replied Lex in the patronizing voice he knew pissed his brother off.
“Double it is,” said a defiant Lucas, holding out his hand. Lex took it and the two men shook on the bet.
The man got into his car and began driving off, Lex followed at a safe distance.
“Do you think I have a chance with this guy’s wife when we bust him?” asked Lucas. “I have to admit she is quite the looker.”
“Don’t even try Lucas,” warned Lex. “What have I told you about getting involved with clients? The last time you did you almost got yourself killed." Lex managed to suppress a shudder as the vision of his brother lying on the ground shot flooded his mind.
“I have needs bro,” smirked Lucas, “we all can’t be the ice-king like you. The celibate life is not for me.”
“Stop making me sound like a monk,” said Lex, “I am not celibate. Just because I don’t *brag* about my conquests like you do, doesn’t mean I’m not getting any.”
“Whoa my influence must be rubbing off on you,” commented Lucas.
“What are you talking about now?”
“I never thought I’d see the day where Lex Luthor used the words ‘getting any’ in a sexual context.” He let out a dramatic sigh and rested his hand on Lex’s shoulder, “They grow up so fast. I’m proud of you bro.” While Lex was contemplating on shooting his brother himself the man’s car stopped. Lex brought his to a halt at a safe distance.
They watched as he knocked on the door of the small building. Two minutes later the door opened and he was let in. “Ok, let’s go Lucas.” The two men jumped out of the car. As the neared the building they drew their guns.
They snuck around the back and Lex peered in a small window. There were two men in the room talking. “On three,” mouthed Lucas to his brother. Lex nodded and they positioned themselves either side of the back door.
{One. Two. THREE}
On three Lex kicked the door open and they ran in, pointing their guns at two very frightened men. “Hands in the air please gentlemen,” said Lucas, waving his gun at them. Both men raised their hands up.
“I love it when they co-operate,” he grinned.
“Mr Kwan, my name is Lex Luthor, they is my brother Lucas, and we are private detectives. Your wife hired us to follow you and find out if her suspicions where correct.”
“What suspicions?” stammered Kwan, “what are you talking about? My wife is crazy.”
Lucas reached over and grabbed the package wrapped in brown paper off the table.
“Hey, that is mine,” protested Kwan, reaching out. “Don’t move,” said Lex.
Lucas grinned at him and untied the package. Half a dozen magazines fell out. Lucas glanced quickly over at his brother, who was now sporting a very smug look on his face.
“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Lucas, “so you won…*again*.”
“You know Mr Kwan,” said Lucas, “magazines of this…nature are illegal.” He held up one of them with a naked woman on the cover. Lucas tutted and shook his head, “naughty, naughty Mr Kwan.”
‘This is where they start denying and pleading,’ thought Lex.
“I…I didn’t know they were in there,” began Kwan, “I was buying baseball magazines.”
‘Pathetic,’ thought Lex. “Mr Kwan, let’s not make this more difficult than it already is. My brother and I are not cops, although they are on the way. All we are here to do is confirm what your wife hired us to do.”
The sound of police sirens sounded, and Kwan jumped.
“Hey guys,” spoke up the other man for the first time, “I’ve done my bit, and can I go now?”
“Sure Kyle,” said Lucas, “we’ll settle up later.”
Kyle tipped his hat at them and left the room. “You bastard,” screamed Kwan, “you set me up.” The front door burst open and three cops ran in.
“What have we here?” said captain Rickman, as he sauntered in. “Oh illegal nudie magazines,” he said seeing them on the table. “And surprise, surprise the Luthor brothers.”
“Rickman,” growled Lucas. He really hated that man. Both he and Lex knew the police captain was corrupt they just hadn’t been able to prove it…yet.
“We are done here,” said Lex, brushing past Rickman. “Come on Lucas.”
“You two have fun playing detective,” laughed Rickman as they walked out.
“Please Lex let me hit him just once,” said Lucas as they made their way back to the car. Lex grinned, “We’ll get the chance. Let’s go tell Mrs Kwan the good news and then I need a drink.”
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“Well Mrs Kwan was pissed,” said Lucas as he and Lex got back to their office. “You’d think that she’d be happy after we proved what she suspected.”
Lex handed him a drink and took his seat. “I believe you owe me something Lucas.”
Lucas reached into his pocket and took out two fifty-dollar bills, he reluctantly handed them over to his brother. “Thank you,” said Lex. He deposited the two bills in a box marked ‘Lex’ on the desk. “I told you the package was too big to contain pictures, it had to be magazines.”
“Oh hail Lex the genius,” retorted Lucas. “I’ll win the next one.”
“You can hope,” grinned Lex, and the two clinked glasses. He took a long sip and looked around their office. They set up three years ago after the death of their father. Although they didn’t need the money, they were among the richest young men around, but this was something Lex had always wanted to do. They never took payment for their cases, but used them to call in favours when they were needed. What they really wanted was Rickman, and someday they would get him. Lex was convinced he had something to do with their father’s murder.
“We just need that one case Lex, that one break and we’ll nail him,” said Lucas, knowing what his brother was thinking about.
“I know Lucas, I know,” he replied.
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I can't wait to see how you write Chloe! Mmmm... Lexwithagun....
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