A/N: Hiya! This story is totally dedicated to Abitat Eco, for giving me the idea (even if she didn't know it) and being my first ever fanfiction buddy! Soo, yeah. I was looking through fics, and realized- NO BRENDA AND CLARK FICS! So, I'm here to put on up. I hope you like it!

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Clark Triton looked up at the large building, with Hershel Layton looking up as well.

First day of school.

And these two were ready.

Well… Maybe.

Hershel smiled at Clark, "After you."

Clark smirked at him, "Oh no, I insist." He gestured toward the doors.

Hershel huffed, and walked through the door, with Clark chuckling behind him.

"You're such a coward." Hershel sighed.

"Are not!"

"Of course you are!"

"Would an archaeologist really be a coward?"

"No, I suppose not. But you're not an archaeologist yet, are you?"

"… Okay, so maybe I'm a slight coward. But the only reason you aren't, is because you love school, and never have fun!"

"That's not true! Remember, we-"

"I'm just joking, Hershel! Honestly!"

The two laughed, as they walked down the halls. The school already seemed familiar to them. Students in the halls were chatting in the halls, and some even waved to the two.

"Hello, Hershel!"

Hershel smiled and waved shyly, "Hello, Karen."

The flirtatious girl, smirked, and fiddled with his collar, "So shy…"she purred. (We all know she's going to be Rosetta's mum.)

Unfortunately, Hershel stepped back, and quickly hurried down the hall. Karen huffed, and crossed her arms.

"I-I'll see you in class Clark. I, um… Am going to go on ahead."

Clark smirked, "See you then."

With that, Hershel turned round the corner, and left a highly annoyed Karen.

"You realize he's already taken?" Clark said, smirking. Karen's eyes widened, "WHAT?" she practically shrieked, "With whom?"

This wasn't what Clark expected. He had merely made it up. He knew Hershel was still single, but it was the only way to save him. Instead, he expected tears.

Women.

Clark shrugged, "Haven't the faintest. He told me just the other day. No details." Clark could've sworn he saw steam hiss out from her ears. Her face reddened, and her eyes narrowed, making her seem extremely unattractive.

Clark nearly burst out in laughter.

"Mmph... I-I b-best get on" he snickered, "My way to class!"

And he quickly hurried down the hall. Once he was sure he was out of earshot, he burst into laughter. Clark clutched his stomach, as he slowed down in his walking, and stopped altogether.

At last, his laughter faded, until all that was left was a smirk. Suddenly, his eyes almost popped out of his head, when he realized he would be late, if he didn't boost his speed.

Quickly, he ran down the hall, around the corner, and-

CRASH!

"Hey!"

Clark rubbed his head from where it cracked with another. He blinked away stars in his eyes, to see who had been such a fool to-

That's when he noticed who.

A girl was splayed on the floor, rubbing her forehead. She had long hair that held an olive green shade to it. Her eyes were clenched shut, so he couldn't see what color they were. Her skin was tanned, and books were scattered across the floor.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?"

Clark blinked, snapping out of his trance like state. She was certainly tough, even though her voice was soft.

"Oh… Sorry."

"If you were really in such a rush for class, I suggest you come here earlier!"

Clark smirked and picked up several of her books, and handed them to her. She blinked, but took them.

"… Thank you. And sorry. I don't appreciate being late for class."

Clark winked at her, "Hey, not a-"

Their eyes widened. The bell rang.

Too late.

The girl glared at him, "Fantastic!" Clark bit his lip, "C'mon, let's go to the nurse's office. That bruise of yours is turning purple."

She rolled her eyes, but sighed and nodded, and the two walked down the hall, heading to the nurse's office.

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"…And that's what happened."

The nurse sighed, "Honestly, no running in the halls means nothing to you at all… But you were trying to get to class on time. I suppose I can't blame you. Here are two passes for your teachers. And make sure to keep those ice-packs to your heads."

Clark smiled, "Thank you, Mrs. O'Neal."

The nurse smiled, and turned to the girl, "Let me see your bruise again, Brenda."

The girl, or Brenda, sighed, "It's not that bad, mum…"

Clark blinked.

Mum?

Brenda caught Clark's gaze and rolled her eyes, "I got my looks from my father."

Mrs. O'Neal smiled, "It's not serious, but it's worse than Clark's. Now get to class you two. I hope this won't happen again."

Clark nodded numbly and both walked out the room. He looked at Brenda.

"Sorry about that."

Brenda looked up, a startled expression on her gentle face, "About what?"

Clark looked down as they walked down the silent halls.

"Sorry about making you late for class and all."

Brenda merely shrugged.

Clark smirked at her, "So, you're Brenda O'Neal?"

She rolled her eyes, "Yep, daughter of the nurse."

Clark smiled, "Nice. I'm Clark Triton." Brenda looked at him for a while, and then held out her hand. Taking it, Clark noticed it was unbelievably soft.

"With whom do you have your first class with?" she asked once he let go. Clark looked down at his schedule.

"Mrs. Morgenstern."

Brenda winced, "Eesh. She's not going to take lightly your being late."

Clark shrugged, "I have a pass. She can't do anything about it."

Brenda merely shrugged again, and stopped at a nearby door, "Well, I'll see you around then, Clark."

Clark winked at her, "See you around, Brenda."

He started down the hall to his classroom, when he heard Brenda call to him:

"And come earlier so you watch out of other people!"

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A/N: And there you go! Not that long, I know. But that's how I started it! I hope you liked it anyway. See ya!

Pieces to Peace!

~Anthea Triton~