by Tracy ([email protected])
Rating: PG-13
Category: Roswell/Smallville Crossover.
Spoilers: Set in the future- Season 2 Smallville/Season 4 Roswell of my own creating.
Summary: Kyle Valenti went to Smallville to escape everything alien. Little did he know that he was jumping out of the pan and into the fire.
Disclaimer: Both Roswell & Smallville and their characters belong to their respective owners. I'm just playing.
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Smallville had looked like a good choice. Away from Roswell, away from New Mexico. A safe haven in corn country away from aliens and anything else of extraterrestrial origin. Far away. In the realm of corn. Where the corn was as high as an elephant's eye…no wait, that was Oklahoma, not Kansas.
The bus stop was as tiny and pathetic as the one in Roswell. Going from one tiny town to another. Smooth move Valenti. Way to go. Should have gone with UC Sunnydale. Sunnydale…now that sounded like a town without any problems.
Everyone thought he was crazy for going so far away to a community college. But the college actually had a decent sports program, and was willing to offer him a pretty good scholarship- more than he could say for the local CC in Roswell. And it was away, far away.
Where nobody expected Kyle Valenti to be a freakazoid.
He groaned, looking down at the welcome pamphlet in his hand.
Meteorite capital of the world?
Oh, shit.
***
"At last." Whitney Fordman sat his duffel down on the floor with a sigh. All of his crap was now in this tiny, brick walled cubicle.
His new home. And soon, his new roommate would be here.
It wasn't Kansas State, but it was college. And for a community college, the football program was pretty good. And he'd get to play- a lot as a freshman.
Plus, he'd be with Lana. They'd hit some tough points last year- with his Dad being sick and then loosing the Kansas State spot…he'd been lost. Not to mention the extraordinary number of trucks he'd managed to wreck—which was nothing short of spectacular, actually. They'd decided to give it another try this summer- they weren't going to be exactly exclusive, but they'd still date. Which could be good…or not.
The door opened, and he saw a stack of a laundry bag, suitcase and boxes with legs.
"Can I have some help?" It asked.
Whitney grabbed the boxes from the top and sat them down on the empty side of the room. "You sure got a lot of stuff there."
The guy had brown hair and amazingly blue eyes. "It's not like I can just go back home to get what I left behind. This is college, man. A guy's got to be prepared."
"Whitney Fordman."
"Kyle Valenti. Nice to meet you. You're my roommate?"
"Yeah." Whitney paused. "Has anyone told you that you sound remarkably like Christian Slater?"
Kyle laughed. "Actually, no." He flopped down on the empty bed. "Where you from?"
"I'm local. You?"
"New Mexico."
"You came all this way for a community college?"
"Hey, you go where the money takes you."
"True enough."
Kyle's stomach rumbled.
"You hungry?"
"Famished. Know anyplace good to get something to eat?"
***
"This is the Beanery. Small little town café and coffee bar. Your local popular restaurant."
Kyle smiled. "Trust me, I know all about this kind of place. Reminds me of home."
"Really?"
"Small towns are all the same."
"Ah, but does your town have an extraordinarily high crime rate?"
"Not that most people know about."
"You'd be surprised at the kind of freaks we get here."
Oh yeah? Kyle laughed "I don't think anything
would surprise me."