Title: Divinity of Hell   Smallville/Buffy x-over

Author: Malana

Pairing: Willow/Lex   Chloe/Clark?

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Don't sue

Summary: Willow is sent to Smallville, trouble ensues  *challenge response*

Spoilers:  Smallville: Lionel is no longer blind, but he is still living in Lex's mansion.  For Buffy: 4th season. Oz is gone.  Pre-Tara

Warning: There might be slight Lana/Buffy bashing.

Distribution: Want it, take it, just tell me

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A/N: I've just gotten into Smallville, and this is my first fic with it.

 

 

 

 

    "You want me to go where?"  Willow Rosenberg asked, not sure if she had heard correctly,

 

    Rupert Giles let out a sigh,  "Kansas.  A town called Smallville to be exact."

 

    "And you want me to go halfway across the country why?"

 

    "I need you to get a book for me.  It is currently in the possession of a Mr. Lionel Luthor.  He has agreed to sell it to me.  It is quite valuable, so I don't want to risk having it sent here by post.  I know it isn't the ideal solution, but I'd like you to pick it up for me."

 

    "Wait a minute.  Did you say Lionel Luthor?  As in LuthorCorp?  I've read about him, Giles.  The man's a slime ball."

 

    Giles removed his glasses, and began cleaning them on his shirt. "Yes, yes.  Look, I know the situation isn't ideal, but I've been tracking this book down for years.  I would go to Smallville myself, but I know you've been wanting to take sometime off from the Hellmouth ever since...."

 

    Giles trailed off, but Willow knew what he meant, and he was right. Ever since Oz had left, Willow had wanted to get away.  There just hadn't been time.  But now demon activity had finally slowed, and school was no longer in session.  If there was an opportunity to get out of Sunnydale for a week or so, maybe she should take it, even if it meant going to Kansas.

 

    "All right, Giles.  I'll go."

 

    Giles smiled, "Thank you, Willow. I'll contact Mr. Luther and get the details straightened out."

 

 

    One week later

 

    Willow drove down the highway in her rented convertible, the top down, wind in her hair.  A few hours ago her plane had landed at Metropolis airport.  Now she was on her way to Smallville.  Willow had done some research on the town.  She hadn't found out much. It seemed like a fairly normal small town, except that there had been a freak meteor storm some years back.

 

    Soon Willow was driving down Main Street.  Her meeting with Mr. Luthor wasn't until tomorrow, and it was still a few hours before she would be able to check into her hotel.  She had decided to kill time by exploring the town.

 

    Up the street, a marquee caught her eye.  "The Talon" it read, "Special Today: Half Priced Lattes."  Deciding that coffee sounding like a good idea, Willow eased into a parking spot in front of the shop.  She walked inside and closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the delicious aroma.

 

    It was, she would realize, not the smartest idea to stand in the doorway of a busy coffee shop with one's eyes closed.  A hard body slammed into her.  Willow's eyes flew open and she saw a handsome young man standing before her mouth.  She wasn't focused on the man's looks however; she was more concerned with the very hot coffee that was quickly soaking through her shirt.  She gasped at the heat of it and cursed softly.

 

     "Oh, God.  I'm so sorry, Miss."

 

    Willow grimaced, "It's okay.  I mean I was the one blocking the doorway.  I didn't even have my eyes open."

 

    "Still," the man replied, "I should have been watching where I was going.  Can I get you napkins or anything?  I know the woman who runs the place, maybe she has some seltzer water, or even a shirt you could change into."

 

    Willow shook her head, "No, that's okay.  I have a suitcase full of clothing in my car.  I'm in town a for a few days on business."

 

    The man raised an eyebrow, "Really, business?  In Smallville?"

 

    Laughing a little, Willow nodded. "Yes, actually.  I'm meeting with Lionel Luthor."

 

    Shock flashed across the young man's face, "No offense, but you look pretty young.  What business could you have with Lionel Luther?"

 

   "Well, no offense to you," Willow countered, "But I don't see how that's any of your concern."

 

    The man smiled a little and extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Lex. Lionel Luthor is my father."

 

 

TBC