crossoverfic | Hate This Part of the Job; The Middle Man and Smallville; Lois and Middle Man; PG

Title: Hate This Part of the Job
Author: rosie1234
Fandom: Smallville/The Middleman
Rating: PG
Ships: Lois/Middle Man, Wendy
Characters: Lois Lane, The Middle Man and Wendy.
Note: First crack at The Middleman, enjoy.
Summary : “My little pony! Miss did you happen see all of that just now?”
Disclaimer: Not Mine
For: 7_crossover
Prompt: 6. Supernatural

“My little pony! Miss did you happen see all of that just now?”

By 'happened' this handsome but badly dressed man (now don't forget the middle part) meant the slime monster climbing from the sink that tried to eat me.

(how in the hell could somebody not see that?)

“Y-Yes?”

“Well, drat, I though this time it would be under wraps, I guess I'm have to take you in with me miss. (I bet Wendy will love to try the memory destroyer if we had one)”

“Take me in? I don't think so, You Hitler wannabe. I'm not going anywhere with you.”

Instead of insulting the man (who was the strangest creature I had ever seen, even more so then Smallville) I should have been hightailing it out of these because of course he had something up his sleeve.

(and that my friend would be a the concussive stun field generator, and yes it did sting)

“I hate this part of the job.”

-

“Are telling me you have no kind of memory remover at all? No Men in Black little flashing thing, nothing?”

The young lady was out cold (which is why dub-dub asked 'did you need a girlfriend that bad, boss?') and it was clear she wasn't going to wake up any time soon, and that gave us a little more time to sort this whole thing out.

“Where the hell am I (the last thing I saw was a bright flashing light)?”

(or not)

-

Explaining everything (and I mean everything, not one detail was pushed to the side) takes time, and with our secret on the line and all the monsters roaming freely, time is something we did not have any of.

(but being me, milk mustaches and all that, I made some)

“Fine, Mr. Middle Man, I won't tell anyone about what I saw today. But you have to promise to never use the stun gun on me ever again, deal?”

“Deal, Miss Lane. Thank you for going along with all of this.”

(and not running away screaming from the freaks, me and dub-dub)

“Goodbye, I hope to never see you again in this kind of situation, and dub-dub try and use that stun gun on me and your dead.”

(sadly she did try and use it and ended up with a broken nose, I hope Miss Lane comes back soon)