Pieces

Lucy

A/N: I don't own Smallville or any characters and places in the DC universe. Nor do I own the episodes that these chapters are based on and contained from.

I also don't claim to be a writer. My inspiration is simply to get a creative outlet going.

I only own Tyla Nevin and what pertains to her character story.

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It was one of the brighter days in Smallville. The Kansas sun rays were beaming through the stained-glass windows of Lex's study, littering the desk in rose and purple as he worked. The few clear windows were to Lex's eye level which every so often he turned around to check on his beloved with their temporary dog out on the driveway. Xander was meeting his fifth prospective family this week which made it one step closer to becoming a much quieter home.

"I didn't take you as a dog person, son."

If only Lex could get rid of Lionel as easily. He looked up from his research and glanced out at the window. A car was parked at the other end of the driveway. Xander was jumping around with a man while Tyla was talking to presumably the wife. The couple seemed nice enough to deal with the dog. "Yes well, it's her little pet project," he admired, watching her.

"Domesticating you?"

"Finding. It. A. Home," he replied through gritted teeth. He turned back to see his father's smug face. "No one is domesticating anyone."

"I just don't see where this is going, Lex," the older Luthor chided as he walked over to the back of the couch and sat along the rim. He crossed his arms and analyzed his son. "Dogs, partnerships, she doesn't seem to understand what we Luthors are about."

"You would know all about that, wouldn't you, Dad?" He grumbled. "Is there a reason that you're here, or are you taking this time to stab me when the dog isn't here?" Lex looked back to his papers. He knew that his father was coming but it seemed like he specifically waited until Tyla and Xander were out of the building. The dog had good guarding genes. It assured him that Lionel would think twice about coming close to either him or Tyla.

"I was wondering if we could go for lunch," Lionel said, sheepishly. "A family outing."

"Take it up with Tyla," he replied, quickly.

"I was hoping it would be just us two."

Lex sighed and put down his report again. So, his father decided to wake up as the reformed, born-again father. "Dad, if you're going to be around here, you better get used to Tyla being in my life," he started to explain.

"Lex, she's not a Luthor," he grumbled.

"She's going to be." Lex rested his elbows on the desk and leaned forward. He laced his fingers together, gaging his father's reaction. For once, the look on his face was the most genuine thing he had seen in a long while. Lionel's features contorted into a shade of surprise and disbelief.

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm going to National City in three months to ask for her father's permission." He would have asked Tyla's mother considering they spent a lot of time at the farm, but the Nevins were incredibly old-fashioned. He would never let himself live it down if he didn't do it properly and Tyla deserved perfection. He was only giving his father the courtesy that there would be another Luthor on the premises and not of his blood, thankfully.

"Son, think about this for a moment," Lionel struggled not to stammer. He dropped his arms and leaned forward over the desk.

"I did, countless of times and I'm not bewitched, coerced, and the best part is that she has no interest in doing business with you, not matter how you spin it." Every single one of his relationships could be boiled down to one of those options. The truth of the matter was that Tyla was the most normal girlfriend that he ever had. She had no interest in hastiness nor did she care that he was a billionaire. In fact, she made him feel more normal and less money oriented.