A/N: Just a small Idea I had for a fic. may or may not continue, let me know ^^ Begins during MOS.


Fate is a funny thing. Most people view it as a positive force, and some people view it objectively. However you see it though, not many people deny that it exists, that things happen for a reason, and just sometimes, things fall apart, so that others may fall together.

The first time she saw him was at some small bar in some small town in Central America. Jemma had found it difficult to not stare at the extremely attractive man as he waited on the surrounding tables and wondered idly how he, like her, had wound up here and what his story was. Because no body comes to this town, not on purpose anyway, you could see it on any one of the patrons of the bar's faces; that they had not meant to stay. This was the type of town one ended up in. Rock bottom. She remembered that he had looked at her from the bar briefly. But she didn't stick around. She was gone the next morning, moving on to the next job, not thinking twice about the man with insanely blue eyes. It was six months later when she saw him again. She'd found some work on the docks, doing the ships numbers and payroll, going about her daily business when the bell on the door notified her of someone's entrance and she found herself looking into familiar blue eyes. If he recognized her, he didn't show it, and so Jemma agreed to add him to their workers list and assigned him a ship. He was gone for weeks after that and by the time he had returned from his first voyage, she had gone.

A whole year had passed and Jemma had found herself sitting in the tray of an old pickup truck, shivering from the cold, but grateful for the lift. She was just glad she didn't have to hitchhike. They drove carefully down the snow and ice covered highways, flanked on either side by tall pine trees and mountainous terrain. The old pickup truck rumbled along the road and she squinted her eyes and turned around as the truck began to slow and she frowned at an approaching figure in the distance. He was tall, that much she could tell and he lazily held out his thumb as he heard the car approaching. Jemma shook her head as the farmer brought the truck car over to the side of the road, coming to a stop a couple meters ahead of the man. They waited for him to catch up and let out a slight noise of surprise when she saw his face. The thin stubble that had covered his face in their previous encounters had grown into a rather prominent beard, but his eyes were the same and this time the man did seem to recognize her, offering her a raised eyebrow. She smiled as he walked past the bed of the truck and held a minute conversation with the driver. Apparently he had grown up hitchhiking and wouldn't leave anyone to wonder the roads alone if he could help it. A moment later, the blue eyed man was setting his bag in the truck and climbed in up into the bed, taking a seat across from her as the farmer began to drive again. For the first few minutes they sat in silence, Jemma playing with her hands in her lap, the wind whipping past her ears until the man spoke. "I've seen you around before. What's your name?" He asked, his voice a deep baritone that made Jemma want to shake her head. Of course the extremely attractive man with vibrant blue eyes and what she thought she could see of a killer body, had the deepest, mostly manly voice she'd ever heard. She suppressed rolling her eyes. It was like he was straight out of a shitty romance novel.

"Jemma. I've seen you around too… Did some work for that shipment company a year back, right? " She said, and held out her hand, which he took gingerly, holding it like it was his mothers fine china. He nodded lightly and let go, falling gently back against the truck. "I'm Clark." He told her and the two exchanged pleasantries before falling back into a comfortable silence for what felt to Jemma like hours. Finally curiosity got the best of her and she opened her mouth to speak again.

"So where're you going?" She asked, her southern accent becoming more and more prominent with every word she spoke. Clark suppressed a smile, her accent and the way she phrased things reminding him a little of his mother. He could tell that her words were laden with more meaning than she let on and of course he couldn't tell her the truth.

"To the next town. Looking for… work. What about you?" Clark said with pause, careful of his words. Jemma nodded making a noise of agreement. "Same, well, sort of. I'm looking for my sister." She said softly, and despite the wind, the young woman was surprised he had heard her. "She went missing?" He asked and Jemma nodded.

"About two and a half years ago. She was only sixteen. At first we thought she was with her boyfriend, but he hadn't seen her. We filed for missing persons and that's when we heard reports of people sighting her a couple of states away. My mother got really sick after that. Her dying wish was for me to bring her home. So… here I am." She finished with a flourish of her hands, before bringing them back together in her lap, fiddling in a nervous manner. Clark frowned at the story feeling sorry for the young woman in front of him. She couldn't be more than 25, maybe 27 at the most, but her eyes already held a weariness that he'd seen in many elderly people.

"I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Sorry." She said with a bitter laugh as the car began to drive into a town's limits. Clark assured her it was no problem but other than that, the two stayed silent until the farmer pulled into a parking lot at a local pub, getting out and telling them this was the furthest he was going this week. Jemma and Clark both thanked the man, Clark stepping down from the truck bed with ease and turning to face Jemma as she struggled with her two bags, extending his hand but holding onto her waist when she placed both hands on his shoulders and sort of half jumped, half was lifted down to the ground. She repressed a laugh at the ridiculousness of being handled like a child but with her thick layers and light luggage it would have been awkward getting down anyway. The travelers parted ways then, bidding each other goodbye and good luck, only seeing each other rarely around town for the next two or three weeks until Jemma heard about a girl matching her sisters description had been through the town just two hours away and she left with the next trucker who'd give her a lift. After that Jemma thought it must have been at least another eight months before she met Clark again, this time however, would seal their fates together and from that point on their lives would forever be entwined.


A/N: Soo let me know what you think... May or may not continue, shoot a review if you have any thoughts and opinions ^^ xx R&R