Walk Through The Fire

Lexmas

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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The rain started to pour down in Granville. Lex didn't like this part of the winter process. Kansas had those in-between moments where the weather wanted to bestow snow but it could only grant rain. And it was icy and piercing. Barely hail but barely harmless. It still jabbed at his silver Porsche as he drove through the dark alleyways. Being in Granville was something that he didn't favor. However, with most back alley business dealings, Granville was where he had to be.

He would much rather be at the LuthorCorp party with Tyla and her sister. He would much rather be celebrating the closing of what he thought was a very successful work year despite the personal hiccups that stressed the couple along the way. Neither of them could argue that between the stones and Tyla's visions, it was anything but normal.

It was Christmas Eve and most likely the first time that LuthorCorp hosted the party as a family gathering than a corporate shindig. It was Tyla's idea. For Lex, the company was the only family that he could gather. Despite his intellectualizing that a family-friendly gathering would boost his campaign points, he for once felt excited that the evening was going to be one where he could enjoy festivities with his soon-to-be wife and family. There wouldn't be any networking involve or at least he would try to.

But he had to meet Ana and Tyla there. Without a doubt, the two sisters started their own celebration before heading to Metropolis. As entertaining as it would be to see one sister wrangle the other, Lex had to meet up with them later. He would make it by dinner, only barely.

He turned a corner and veered to the end of the alleyway. The car roared to life and Lex looked around to find a tall, imposing grey building. It looked unwelcoming, a stark contrast to the party that awaited him. It had the air of abandonment. He turned the keys of the ignition, debating for a few extra seconds to turn around and speed to Metropolis. Instead, he parked the car and got out. With a single tap of the button, the car chirped off. Lex walked across the street, unbothered by the cold rain hitting his scalp and slipped through the heavy front door. He took a couple looks back, once to check the car and the other to glance around the area to see if he was being followed. Satisfied that he was alone, he closed the door.

Inside, he sauntered along towards the dark hallway that led to the basement. Although, basement was a loose word. In reality, it was a hallway that led down another hallway, particularly the underground passageways that could only be described as the route in which the homeless took in shelter. Various sewage pipes directed down further into the tunnels but Lex stayed at the entrance.

In the darkness, a man sat on some crates. "Ho, ho, ho, Lex," the man gruffed.

"Any reason we couldn't have met at the mansion?" Lex asked. Tyla and Ana were long gone when the meeting was made. Lex could have met with the man in the study and yet, here he was, an hour away from Metropolis underneath a dark building in a dark alley, away from a unattended Porsche.

"I don't make house calls," the man hopped off the crates and walked over to the billionaire. "You want to utilize my skills, you come to me. That is, if you really want to bring down Jonathan Kent." The man turned the corner past Lex and marched away.

Lex could only follow. "And I'm assuming you have some kind of grenade to launch at him."

The other man chuckled. "Not yet. But I will." He reached up and pulled down a dirty looking ladder. He shook it to test its sturdiness. "I'll either find it or create it. It's the pitfall of being in the public eye. You know this, your girl's made a business out of it. I'm sure that I don't need to tell you that, see, what's printed about a man is gospel. Doesn't matter if it's fact or not. And if an Angel like that can turn the pages to bend whatever will she needs...Then it shouldn't be hard, no?"