LOG: Clark Kent, Xander Harris and Sam Winchester Sam and Xander go over to Clark's for movies and Martha Kent's pies. The boys talk about a range of subjects from school to Sunnydale to Alien vs Dr. Indiana Jones. It's boys being boys.
Clark placed the bowls of chips and other snacks on the coffee table, while his mom pulled out different sample pies. He rarely brought people home, not since elementary school, anyway, and she was glad to see him bringing kids home. He wondered if there was anything he'd forgotten? Hmm. the movies! "I'll be right back, Ma," he said, "forgot the movies upstairs."
Sam stared in silent confusion at the front door. He could probably count on his fingers the number of times he "hung out" in the usual teenage sense with other people. Conversely, he couldn't count how many times he claimed to be "hanging out" when in actuality he was killing creatures of the night with his father and brother. Glancing around as if he were going to be jumped at any minute, Sam raised his hand and knocked on the door, clearing his throat and fairly disappearing into his hoodie.
The moment Sam knocked was the moment Xander jumped up onto the porch, just beside him. "Hey! Sam right? We met at the Bronze on Monday!" He said with his normal cheerfulness. He was noticeably minus his two other halves, Jesse actually doing the school work that he'd put off to chase Cordy and Willow helping him. But that was okay, Xander was good to hang out all on his lonesome with one old and one new friend.
Martha answered the door with a big smile. "Hi! I'm Martha, Clark's mother, come on in," she said, making room for the boys to enter. "Come on, Clark's upstairs getting the movie. Make yourself at home." Martha? Was good motherly people. "You boys are free to stay as long as you'd like, with it being summer and all."
As Clark entered, Clark managed to hear the end of that and died a little inside. Had she just invited his friends for a sleepover? Were they 6? "Uh, HI, guys. Pies in the kitchen." His eyes widened at his mom in the eternal, 'Why did you embarrass me?' look. She just shrugged and went into the kitchen.
Sam, meanwhile, was doing his best not to look wistful. And, you know, totally pansy. Growing up without a mother had made him somewhat envious of those who had them, no matter how embarrassing they might be. And admittedly, that was pretty damn embarrassing. Still, Sam was too good natured to tease Clark about it... yet, anyway. "Pie and zombies," he laughed. "Is there anything else in life?"
Xander didn't notice Sam trying not to be wistful because he was trying not to do the same. He always got this way around people with normal, non-drunk and yelling parents, even openly showed it around Willow's parents. Her mother always had a hug and cookies for Xander when he and Jesse came over. And yes, very with the embarrassing at times but he wouldn't give it up for the world. "Hi Mrs. Kent." He said politely. "Thanks for letting us invade your house."
Clark hopped onto the counter, while he watched his mom served the boys different pieces of pie. Apple, Strawberry, Cherry, Rhubarb, Pecan, it was an obscene amount of pie. However, a glorious site.
"Help yourselves, boys, would you like some milk?" Martha pointed toward the microwave. "If you prefer heated, there's the microwave."
Sam was the sort to never pass up food, much less a pile of food, so while he thanked her graciously, the amount of pie he managed to walk away with was gloriously large in nature. Sam tried not to look like a hulking greedy mass as he shovelled pecan pie into his mouth. "So uh," he managed after a swallow. "What movies are we watching?" His older brother Dean was more the monster movie type. Sam usually got enough of the genre in real life, thanks, but that wasn't exactly something he was itching to bring up among possible new friends.
Xander was in heaven. He tried a bite of each pie first before digging in, because he in no way wanted to miss out on any of the flavors and definitely wanted to save his favorites for last. Then he began to inhale, pausing only to ask, "Dawn of the Dead maybe? That's one where they run and has that hot girl right? You know, the one in the shopping mall?"
"Well," Clark said, with a sheepish grin. Oops? "So, I couldn't find my Romero DVDs." His mother, later, would say, 'This is why you need to remember where you leave your things' and 'next time clean your room.' "So, I kind of only have Alien and some Indiana Jones."
Sam perked up considerably. Aliens and archaeologists were much preferable to zombies and demons! "I'm always up for a little Doctor Jones," he said, attempting and failing to imitate the thick German accent of most of the villains. "Mm. Delicious pie, Mrs. Kent," he said, always polite.
Xander threw a playful glare at Clark. "I was promised brain eating...but I guess kicking Nazi butt will suffice." He added with a grin before shoveling a bite of cherry pie in his mouth. He playfully elbowed Sam at the accent, clearing teasing. "So which of Dr. Jone's fabulous adventures should we watch? I was always partial to Raiders of the Lost Ark myself. Gotta love that Marion."
"I dunno," Clark replied. "Temple of Doom was kind of awesome." In a funny sense, anyway. "Of course, you can't go wrong with some Ripley action." Clark grinned.
"I'll see any of them," Sam said, but really what that translated to was that he'd never seen any of them the whole way through. Thankfully he knew enough about the series to fake it, though - mostly thanks to the plentiful cable offerings in old hotels across the country. "But I like the one with the Holy Grail best." Even if there were SO MANY historical problems with that one. Sam could write an essay on them. But he had a feeling that blabbering about ancient artifacts wasn't something that cool boys did, so he shut up and looked accommodating.
"Why don't we start from the beginning," Clark said. "I have all of the Alien movies and all of the Indy movies, so why don't we just start with Alien and then watch Raiders?" Assuming they stayed here that long, of course. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to run out of pie. "Um," he paused. "My mom made pizza, if you guys didn't eat dinner." It dawned on Clark that he probably should've asked that before dessert? Something told him, though, that mere dinner would not have stopped one Xander Harris from the pie.
Xander gestured with his fork, pointing at Clark. "I like the way you think Clark." He then ate the piece of blue berry on his fork. "I knew your mom was a goddess but pizza as well?" He pantomimed swooning. "You dad is a lucky man. As long as I have pizza and pie, I think I'll be happy as a clam no matter what we watch." Because eating desert before dinner? So not a problem for the Xan-man.
Not exactly a problem for Sam either, who had tended to survive on Hot Pockets and Lucky Charms for the vast majority of his life. "I can chip in," he said with a hasty smile. His pie pieces were vanishing. "So... how long have you two been friends? What's it... I don't know, what's it like here in Sunnydale?" Because a little bit of research never hurt anyone. Sam still wasn't sold on whether or not Sunnydale really even WAS a mouth to Hell.
The goddess comment was a little weird, but she was awesome, wasn't she? His mother smiled and patted Xander on the shoulder, she said, "You boys have fun. Pizza's in the oven."
Clark hopped off and grabbed the pizza so that they could grab whatever they wanted. "Um, since grade school, I guess." He paused. "Well, maybe middle school. I started late and..." Well, he didn't want to talk about the whole not-speaking thing he went through when he was little.
"Clark here was a little invisible when we were younger but granted, before middle school I barely talked to anyone outside of Willow and Jesse." Xander said as he helped himself to seconds before moving them into the living room where he'd spied the TV. "Then about 8th grade, we realized we both frequented the comic book store on Thursdays and bonded one day over New X-men. Now it's tradition." He flopped down on the couch, miraculously not getting pie everywhere in his bouncing.
Clark took a seat, turning on the television and the DVD player. "So, you said you were from Kansas, right," Clark asked Sam, glancing up at him.
Sam swallowed and took a seat. "Yeah, Kansas," he said. "Lawrence, actually. I barely remember it, though. I was just a baby when we left." Kansas was nothing but a feeling, a word with lots of loaded feelings attached to it. Kansas. Sam didn't have much to say on it. "But I'm liking Sunnydale pretty well so far," he added hastily. "It's really..." he searched for a word, and ended with "..sunny."
That earned Sam a snort as Xander took another bite of pie. "Welcome to Southern California Sam, my man. And believe me, you haven't seen any of the weird yet. Ever since that meteor shower years ago, we have at least one three headed dog a year." He chuckled to himself, though he was only half kidding. Odd things did tend to happen around here that people like to blame on the metor rocks that were everywhere, but nothing too bad.
"But it's a nice town," Clark said, steering the conversation away from 'meteor showers' and weird events. Mostly because they made him uncomfortable and the new kid didn't need to hear about that. "The people are kind and I know this neighborhood is good," Clark said. "But if you ask Cordelia there's not enough town."
"Who's Cordelia?" Sam asked, somewhat preoccupied. Darn it, what sort of meteor shower? He'd have to make a trip to the local library. "Oh wait..." He thought he remembered a loud, prancing girl from the Bronze, surrounded by clones that looked just like her. "Brunette, leggy?" Sam fumbled for the right word. "....really hot?" That'd do.
"Yep that's her. " Xander answered with another gesture of his fork. "Cordelia Chase. Queen of Sunnydale High." There was a touch of scorn in his voice at her name, since she'd practically stolen one of his best friends all summer. "Hot, I guess, if you go for the hot-air filled, designer dripping type. She'll be glad to talk to you if you kept the subject to her favorite: herself."
"Ah." Sam knew the type. It seemed at every school that there was some variety of popular cheerleader who lived to do nothing more than torment other students. Sam had never paid the type much mind; he was pretty solidly in the "weird nerd" bracket, after all. "Well, I'll steer clear," he drawled. "I don't think the subject of Cordelia's going to come up on my history test." Sam intended to keep his grades impeccable after all.
"Ahhh...I see. Your more of a Willow type of guy." Xander said this with the fondest grin possible. "Have you met Willow Rosenberg yet? If your as smart as I bet you are, she'll be your competition in the grades department." He couldn't hide his pride in his child hood best friend.
"The name doesn't sound familiar," Sam said, racking his brain carefully. No, he didn't remember a Willow. "You'll have to introduce me." Friends! Friends everywhere! He could already hear his father lecturing him now.
"She's one of the smartest kids in our class," Clark replied. "I think she's a shoe in for Valedictorian." She was definitely brainy enough. "Oh, hey, what grade are you in?" He pointed to himself and Xander. "We're sophomores." ( "Shoe in? I think guarantee is the word your looking for." Xander replied before he looked over at Sam. "Yeah, we going to see you in class this year? I could always use another study partner."
"Oh, yeah, I'm a sophomore too," Sam answered. "Doesn't really feel that way, though. I went to two different schools last years, so I feel like an honorary junior." He smiled carefully. "but yeah, study partners! I'm pretty good at writing and history." Pretty good as in very. Sam knew his stuff. "How hard is Sunnydale High, anyway?"
"Wow, you move around a lot," Clark asked, his brows raised. "Your dad in the army of something?" Chloe would call that his inner journalist talking, but Clark was just curious. Clark shrugged. "I dunno, I know we've got a decent school system, I dunno how many of us are Ivy League bound, but I think we do okay."
Xander too was intrigued by the moving around, but he had other questions, "So if you moved around alot, have you lived anywhere cool?" There was a pause. "What? There has to be some upside to moving so much right?" And of course, he had to comment on the school question. "Don't look at me. I wouldn't know. The only reason I am where I am is because Willow helps. Alone? I'm pure D- material here."
Sam shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his crumb-covered pie plate. "Yeah, I guess we move around a lot. Dad's was in the Marines. I think my favorite place I've lived was Sante Fe." Sam had never been to Sante Fe, but hey. One lie on top of another, why not? He changed the subject, gesturing toward the television. "C'mon guys! Doctor Jones awaits us! I always liked the part where the dude melts."
Clark knew that look. It was the same look he had when they started talking about adoption. "I think we should start with Alien," Clark said. "Something to bring us down from crazy acid spitting alien rampage." Clark offered Sam a nod of understanding and then glanced at Xander. "Sound good?"
Xander was totally oblivious to the whole thing, but then he tried to be. He wasn't adopted, which everyone knew of the childless Kent's adopting Clark, or had ever moved in his life and his parents were still together...in a sense. Who was he to complain? He just concentrated on his pie and missed it. When he finished chewing, he answer Clark. "I don't know. The new guy here is insistent on Dr. Jones. And I say Nazis over aliens, if there are no Zombies. Sorry Clark."
"I didn't mean to start a battle," Sam said, relaxing a bit. "I mean, let's face it, aliens or archaeologists. It's going to be epic whichever way we cut it." He pulled out a quarter. "There's always heads versus tails, at any rate. Call it?"
"Heads," Clark replied, with an amused grin. He agreed whole heartedly. Scary just seemed like the natural first. Especially with Xander's tendency to wet himself. Or so the rumor was, anyway.
Xander watched Sam flip the coin and couldn't help a small groan as it landed on heads. He gave Sam a mournful look. "Looks like we're sitting through Alien before we get to Dr. Jones..."