A/N: Angel: Season 3 Post heartthrob

Clark clamped down as his hands grabbed the corners of his seats. He hates flying if men were meant to fly they'd have wings. Lilah looked at him with a smile on her face she wonders what the small town's boy response is going to be to living in the big city. They get off the plane and Clark walks with her to a very nice apartment that is apparently going to be his home for the foreseeable future.

Lilah was walking with Clark to her apartment. "You're going to like it here Clark. I know it."

"I don't really think I'll fit in." Clark replied.

Lilah smiled as she was opening the door. "Well that's the great thing about LA Clark, no one really ever fits in here."

Clark looked at her. "That sounds confusing."

"It's not" Lilah assured him. "It just makes it real easy to fit in."

They both open the door and see an Asian man.

"Of course there's also an infestation problem." Lilah adds sarcastically. "What are you doing here Gavin?"

Gavin smiled seeing Lilah with a complete stranger. "Didn't realize you like them so young."

Lilah glared at him. "His name is Clark and he'll be living with me for a while. Now get out before I shoot you for trespassing."

Clark watches as Gavin leaves. "Who was that?"

"A parasite" Lilah replied. "Just clings onto something important and sucks the life right out of you."

Clark holds his head for a moment and looks at a radiator vent. "Do you hear anything?"

Lilah shakes her head. "No I don't hear anything do you?"

Clark rubbed the front of his head. "I guess it could just be jet lag from the trip here."

Lilah shrugged guessing that could be it but she doubts it she points to a door. "Well why don't you go get unpacked and sleep it off."

Clark looked around his room it's bigger then the room he has in Smallville, or had in Smallville. Clark hears the same noise again and focuses on the room in X-ray vision. He sees the last thing he wanted to see as he sees an audio recorder in the ventilation along with a camera in the closet. Well maybe the judge won't mind it if he gets a place all on his own.

Clark came into the living and dropped two audio bugs and a video recorder on the table in front of Lilah. "Something you want to tell me?"

Lilah looked at the equipment well now she knows why Gavin was here. "Where did you get these?"

"In my room. Lex told me you were Lionel's lawyer." Clark said explaining himself.

Lilah played around with the equipment then smashed it on the table. "Clark this wasn't about you it's about me."

Clark rolled his eyes hearing that excuse from Lex before. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Lilah looked at him. "It's the truth Clark, Wolfram and Hart is a very cut throat law firm Gavin bugged my apartment so he can get the jump on me."

Lilah reached into her pocket and gave Clark some money. "I'll tell you what why don't you spend the day exploring LA. Come back at like 10 at night and the bugs should be cleared out by then."

Clark spent the day exploring LA and one thing was for sure he definitely didn't fit in here. Not that Smallville was much better. There are so many more people here super hearing is going to drive him insane. Clark looks over the city and just doesn't even know where to begin he doesn't know anyone here, hell he barely knows Lilah let alone trust her. He knows the judge doesn't want him in Smallville but couldn't he have served his parole in Metropolis he knows his way around there and he can probably get work that doesn't involve punching open ATMs.

Clark was pulled out of his thoughts by a scream he saw a woman with a gun held to her but he x rayed the situation and saw nothing but blanks and cameras. So even if he does help he could just be blowing his secret to the world... great.

Clark just walked emptily through the city and got a brochure about people getting old quick here. Clark went to a clothes store and got a black shirt maybe he can spend the night in doors at a bar.

Clark spent the night at the bar and as he suspected he's bored out of his mind. Just watching from the shadows as people dance and drink this was so much easier when he was high as a kite and not a killer. Clark stood up there for two hours but feeling nothing but watching other people live.

Clark steps outside and hears a scream that for once isn't phoned in. He moved in a blur across the city and got to where he needed to go. She saw a young brunette with glasses on in jeans and a blue shirt cornered by three men with deformed faces. He quickly pushes the three men into the wall and checks the girl. "It's OK you're gonna be fine."

"No, I'm not baby steps, they don't really work." The woman countered nervously.

Clark went to the three and checked them and found no pulse on any of them. Clark fell to the floor sitting. "Oh god, not again I barely touched them"

The woman took Clark by the hands. "Why don't we get out of here?"

Clark got back to his feet numbly followed her not showing any emotions he didn't even last a day without killing someone. He deserves to be in jail or a lab somewhere safe to protect the world from him. As they walk Clark is grabbed from behind and thrown into the wall. Clark looks and to his surprise it's the three guys he thought he just killed how are they alive again.

"You shouldn't have interfered Jethro I don't care what kind of demon you are."

Clark looked at them and to his surprise they tried to bite him and Clark just put his arm up and to his surprise he bites through and gets blood.

Clark quickly shoved him into the wall and shook his arm not believing that hurt. Before Clark can gather his thoughts someone else jumped into the alley. And onto the three other guys. Clark watched him and it was obvious the guy was a martial artist despite the goofy hair.

"Get her out of here." The other man ordered.

Clark picked the other girl up and headed out of the alley. And down at five blocks not superspeed but fast enough to get out of there. Clark put her down as she regained her footing. "Wow you're fast mister."

"Thanks" Clark replied putting her down. "So do you need to go to the hospital?"

The woman shakes her head vehemently. "No, no they'll find me and I don't want them to just take me home."

Clark looked at them. "They'll find you again."

"No, no not them alley monsters, just them please take me home." The girl pleaded.

Clark nodded as it was what he could do. "Just lead the way."

The girl walked home with Clark right behind her almost flanking her. He wonders what it is that has her so scared of the world. The girl led him to a hotel and Clark walked her to the door.

"Well I'm home…bye" With that the girl ran right into the door slamming it shut leaving Clark stumped.

Clark went to Lilah's apartment at 11 PM at night. She saw her reading a book of all things in a shirt and sweatpants and glasses didn't see that one coming. But on the bright side she kept her word. Clark can't even hear the slightest buzz of something that might be a camera.

Lilah looked at him. "So what did you do your first night on the town?"

"Nothing" Clark answered he wasn't about to tell her he got in a fight his first night on parole.

"Clark no one does nothing in LA." Lilah replied.

Clark shrugged. "Guess I'm not used to LA."

Lilah looked at Clark. "So I'm not trying to pressure your or anything but have you given any thought to a job yet?"

Clark shakes his head. "No, not yet and I know I have to get one." He's not letting Lilah pay his way.

Lilah got to her feet. "Well the apartment has been swept clean and I could probably get you something at the firm."

Clark scratched his head trying to figure out what to say. "Thanks but I kind of don't have much interest in being a lawyer… or working at a place where it's common practice to place bugs on each other."

Lilah nodded. "I understand. Just keep in mind it's going to be slim pickings on the job front… you know with."

Clark frowned. "I know but I'll find something."

Lilah watched Clark as he went to his bedroom. "Good night Clark."

"Good night"

Lilah looked at Clark's activity through his monitor it will only go off and alert the authorities if he leaves LA but it seems glitchy how did he go from a club to an alley in a second?

Cordelia watched as Fred tried to sneak back into her room. "So how was your first night back out in the world?"

Fred shrugged nervously. "Well it was a night in the world and too many baby steps I wasn't ready for." Fred finished with laugh at her own joke.

Cordelia shrugged with a smirk. "I don't know I kind of noticed you had a sweet cute muscle guy walking you home."

Fred just tilted her head. "Oh, ah, ah don't really attract sweet cute guys."

Cordy shrugged she saw her point. Right now it's more important for her to get back in the world then anything else. "Well you have it in you because that boy… hello salty goodness."

It dawned on Fred. "Oh that guy he was just saving me good night." Fred ran into the door and slammed it shut."

Cordy shrugged and headed downstairs she'll get the cliff notes from her wall tomorrow. She came downstairs and saw a battered and bloody Angel. "What the hell happened to you?"

Angel looked at her. "Vampires"

Cordy just tuts in disbelief. "Some hero you are."

Angel looked at her offended. "Hey two of them died easy enough it's not my fault the last one took steroids."

"Yeah I'm sure they did." Cordy countered.

Angel looked at her. "He did! Well I'm going right back out I lost track of Fred."

Cordy grabbed him and stopped him. "She came in while you were gone someone even walked her home."

Angel nodded it was good to see. "So where is she now?"

"You actually have to ask that question?" Cordy asked.

Angel doesn't say a word and heads upstairs.

Clark looks around and sees he's in a mountain area or somewhere isolated. He looks straight and sees a blond woman laying down on the floor. He turns her around and saw it was Alicia.

"You didn't really think saving one life would make up for a life you took did it."

Clark got to his feet and stared at Tim. "I was trying to help someone like I always do."

"Not tonight, you convinced yourself that if you could save her it would somehow make up for what you did to me."

Clark eyed Tim as he walked around him. "I was just trying to do the right thing."

"For who?" Tim asked. "Alicia was cured whose to say I couldn't have been. Little lesson Clark, once you mix black and white together you get gray. After that it doesn't matter how much white you add in you're grey. Redemption doesn't work that way."

Clark turned around and saw Tim was gone he looked at his hand and a saw a little spec of red and went to flick it off instead it dripped down his hand. The more Clark fought it the redder his hands became until each were drenched.

Clark shot up awake and looked at his hands he looked at the clock and saw the time. Well that's one day down only seven hundred and nineteen to go.

Author's Notes

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Updates for this story will take time. I went in blind on it as this started off as a Buffy crossover but I'm getting a general idea for it now.

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