Fandom: Smallville/Babylon 5
Characters:
Rating: PG
Genre: Fantasy, fluff, silly.
Spoilers: Not for anything in this world!
Disclaimer: Not mine, pwned by WB, DC, and JMS.
Summary: Londo and Vir somehow wind up in the
“Vir. Tell me again how this...” The middle-aged man with a brilliant
fan of
black hair and blue velvet coat waved at the excruciatingly
rural surroundings
that were punctuated with two broken bits of metal
and tiny fires that burned
for an instant about the fragments and then
extinguished themselves. “Happened.
And speak slowly, perhaps using
small words, because I am really very sure that
I did not hear you correctly.”
“Well,
Ambassador, I really don’t know what it was but there was a flash and the
jump gate made a spang and then the shuttle
lurched and well, then we were in a
decaying orbit around the planet. I figured it would
be best if we land—“ Vir,
round, anxious, and with a modest fan of auburn
hair, blanched. The ship, or
what was left of it, was in big pieces. “Errr, if we got on the ground in one
piece and didn’t burn up in the atmosphere.” He added a spiraling gesture
and
crash sound effect. “I don’t know what happened to
the rest of it. I mean, the
engines are completely missing.”
“Hmph.” Aristocratic snort. “Where are we, then? I see...ah. Natives.
Approaching.” Londo straightened his coat, brushing what dust he could
reach
from his sleeves. Along a dirt track that
paralleled the field, a cloud of dust
got bigger. Strangely, there was an odd rippling
in the grass, as if someone, or
several someones, were racing toward them from
opposite directions.
The rippling slowed and, with a rather excited
gasp, a very young looking man
tripped over a trench created in the Centauri’s
abrupt landing, and fell with a
meaty thud to the ripped up earth.
Vir immediately rushed over to the fallen young
man. ‘Are you hurt?” He asked,
in very passable English.
The young man flushed a brilliant red.
“Uh,” he said coherently. “I just tripped. Um, I
s-saw...” He almost moaned at
the sight of the interstellar craft in pieces on
the ground. He took a deep
breath and clambered to his feet. “I’m
“I am Londo Mollari, Ambassador to
forward, both hands outstretched and palm upward
to show that he carried no
weapon. “This is my assistant, Vir Cotto.”
Vir gulped and nodded, turning to frown as the
noisy cloud got closer. “That's
me, yes. Ah, Londo?”
Unsure of how to respond,
Londo’s briefly. “Um, welcome? I guess. Though... There’s no
It's just
turned into the field and bounced over the ruts.
“Dad – Father – paternal parent, yes?” Londo asked
sharply, regarding the truck
with some scepticism.
“Yes. He – we should get the...metal parts... out
of field.”
Both Vir and Londo stared at
ventured a question. “Ah, you want us
to...touch...”
“Oh! No. I can get it.”
the two pieces and well. The milking barn will
hold–“
“And you’re just going to get them to this other
place... how?” Londo’s
green-blue eyes flashed with amusement. “I suspect
it is going to take more of
an effort than that.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m pretty strong.”
just pop ‘em onto the flatbed and...”
“
overheard the last part of his son’s statement.
His eyes were narrowed, his face
suspicious, as he took in Londo and Vir’s rather
disheveled appearance “I think
it would .best. if I took
our .guests. back to the house.”
Londo’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the sound
of a protective parent, and he
and Vir shared a glance before they were hustled
into the vehicle and driven
off.
Minutes later,
“Everything okay, dear?” Martha asked easily,
handing him a cookie and glass of
milk.
fine. It’s all fine. Um, how are you?”
“Oh we’re fine, fine.”
“Where’s dad?”
“You didn’t see him outside? He was –oh, here they
come.”
The screen door crashed lightly on the outside of
the house and the inner door
opened. Jonathan stepped through, an odd light in
his eyes as he looked oh so
very smoothly past his son to the others at his
table. “Lex, I want you to meet
someone. I think you might find them fascinating.”
“That sounds promising, Mister Kent. I love a good
puzzle."