Rhapsody In Nine Parts
Summary: X-Files, Smallville, Buffy, Angel, Potter, Highlander.
Note: Rhapsody: A highly emotional utterance or literary composition: An instrumental composition of irregular form.
Dedication: To Cat, Cinder and Kel.
"What's that on your face, dear?"
A tiny hand holding a silver tube of plum coloured lipstick halts abruptly.
Big green eyes widen.
A small mouth covered entirely with glistening purple opens.
"Are you playing with makeup?"
A broad smile in a bright little face. There's some of the lipstick on his
"You look very pretty in that shade, Alex."
Tiny little pink tongue pokes out from between his lips.
There's some lipstick on the wall next to the mirror. He's just so cute.
Blue eyes peek from a mass of wavy red hair.
"Can I..." Nervous shuffling feet. A mane of brown hair becomes just a bit
more untidy when the little head shakes. "Can I brush your hair for you?"
Lex nods seriously.
Lionel picks up the brush and stands behind him, devoted to the task of
smoothing the auburn locks.
"Daddy!" The yell echoed throughout the house.
A six-year-old Lionel Luthor ran to the room where a four-year-old Lex sat
on the floor with his fingers tangled in shoelaces.
"I tied myself." Said with a little pout that will grow to be a full-blown
Luthor glare, if given time.
"Let me help you."
Lionel was a big boy; he kneeled and helped Lex tie his shoelaces.
"What you got in there?"
Rupert peeked behind Ethan's back. The little dark haired brat hadn't moved
from his corner in almost five minutes, and that was very unusual.
He was staring at his own hand.
"Eww! You've got a bug on your hand!"
Ethan just shrugged. "It's a ladybug."
"Still a bug."
"Ladybug." Big brown eyes focused on the tiny red thing which crawled to
the tip of a finger, and then flew away.
"You need to wash your hands." Rupert pouted.
Ethan got up and stretched.
"I want to be a ladybug."
"Well, you can't. You're a boy."
"So?" Tears welled up in his eyes. "I can be a ladybug."
Rupert never meant to make his friend cry. He wrapped his little arms
around Ethan awkwardly.
"Sure you can," he comforted as best as he could. "I'll grow up and buy you
a pretty red dress with black dots."
Ethan smiled through his tears.
"You'll be the prettiest ladybug ever."
A bright, clear laughter replaced the sobbing.
"Now go wash your hands."
"How do I look?"
Little Lionel was stumbling along in a pair of shoes much too large for his
tiny feet. The two inch heels were not much help either.
But they were *green* and covered in satin, and *shiny*.
"Pwitty." Alex didn't even try to move with his red platform pumps. He just
stood there. The short boots reached above his knees.
"Mine are Cinderella shoes," said a little boy in purple sandals and long
"They're not made of glass," Lionel said after a close inspection.
"They're still Cinderella shoes," Severus insisted. "They're *purple*."
"I like purple." Lionel had to agree. Purple was cool.
"Hi." He didn't let go of his teddy bear.
"I'm Alex." A big grin of a kid who has no worries in his life.
"I'm Fox." Still suspicious.
"Do you wanna be friends?" Alex reached out his hand. It had a half-eaten
snack in it.
Fox took it.
"Sure." He smiled at his first friend in the Safe House Retreat.
"I want a pony!"
"You can't have a pony, Kronos."
"I want a pony!"
"You can have a tricycle. Don't you want a tricycle?"
Kronos frowned, his little face scrunched up in concentration.
"Methos has one, too. It's red."
Kronos contemplated. Mary Sue waited patiently.
"Can I call my tricycle Scotty?"
Clark concentrated. He concentrated hard. He focused all his attention.
He floated about an inch off the floor.
He dropped on his ass. It didn't hurt, but it was startling.
He started wailing.
Lex waddled in his direction.
"Don't cry, Clark. Want a cookie?" He offered the chocolate-covered sticky
Clark stopped crying instantly. His face brightened.
"Did you see? I can fly." He said seriously, showering crumbs all over
himself, the floor, and Lex's shoes.
Lex smiled and sat by his side.
"That's cool," he said, and glanced at the swings, a few yards from where
they sat. "Wanna go swing?"
Clark finished the last of the cookie.
"I'm hungry." A little pout.
"I'm hungry too." Little hands rest on little tummy.
Two very short boys of about five crept around dark halls until they
reached the kitchen. They needed to climb a chair to switch the lights on.
"Spike? Do you think we should do this?" Worried grey eyes stared up at the
child on the chair.
"We're *hungry*, Draco. What else can we do?"
"Call Mary." Draco grumbled. But his tummy grumbled more.
"But it's the middle of the night," Spike said triumphantly. "You wouldn't
want to wake her up, would you?"
Draco wasn't sure if he'd want to wake up Mary or not, but he was pretty
sure he didn't want to crawl around on the counter looking for food in the
"I found cookies!" Spike lifted the round box up proudly. And dropped it on
"Shhhh!" The cluttering noise sounded thunderous in the quiet kitchen.
Draco and Spike looked at each other, startled.
But Mary didn't come to check on them.
Instead, a wild-eyed little face peered around the half-closed door.
"Hey..." The boy said sleepily.
"Hey, Methos. Be quiet." Spike whispered urgently. "We have cookies."
"What are you doing up?" Draco wondered, climbing clumsily off the counter.
"Were you hungry too?"
Methos shook his head. "I was just up with Wesley. You know he doesn't like
to be up alone at night."
"He can't sleep?" Spike liked the little watcher-to-be. "Let's go be with
him so he won't be alone." He suggested.
Draco nodded. "And bring more cookies."
Methos grinned. Party time. Excellent.