Author's Note: I don't really have much of an actual Author's Note today.
Unless you wanna hear about how much my life sux. Which I seriously
doubt.... *laughs* Okay this has been bugging me for like the longest time,
if tea and coffee are almost the same thing, why do you drink tea when you
have a cold/ flu but not coffee? It just doesn't make any sense. I dunno,
maybe it's just me, but it still isn't feasible. Anyways, thanks to
everyone who reviewed, I love you guys!
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Chapter 4
"And we're here." Jean put the car into reverse and backed into the mansion garage.
"This is your house?" Pete asked in astonishment.
"Ummmmm no, it's kinda like a boarding school for....." She turned to Clark, not sure of what to say next. She would have to tell Pete eventually, he was staying at the institute after all. It only made sense to tell him, she just wasn't sure how he would handle it. "uh, the gifted?" ** That was wrong.**
"Oh, like a school for the arts." Pete nodded.
Clark gazed at her reassuringly and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Uh, not exactly." **Just tell him Jean. It's not that hard, Pete won't freak out. ** "Gifted as in..." She paused, **Actions do speak louder than words. ** Using her telekinesis, Jean levitated her purse from the back seat of the car to the driver's seat, suspending it in mid air. The purse was hovering three feet above her head before she decided to let it fall lifelessly to the floor.
Pete's mouth gaped open in shock. "So you're an...."
"Unfortunately no," Jean smiled, taking a break from unloading the trunk to quickly glance over at Clark, "I'm a mutant."
"How did you..." Pete paused again, for some reason he was having a hard time relaying what was on his mind.
"Know what you were going to say before you said it?" Jean used her telekinesis to levitate three more suitcases out of the trunk, "Ha, beat that Incredible Hulk."
"Gladly, as long as you promise not to compare me with stupid, green, cavemen, who walk around saving the would in nothing but their underwear." Clark added lifting four suitcases out of the trunk and Jean's three suitcases as well.
"Show off." She muttered.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Pete had finally gotten over his state of shock, long enough to start asking questions in full statements.
"Because of my other ability, telepathy." Jean was surprised, Pete was actually taking this rather well, exposure to Clark's abilities and life in Smallville must have taken a toll on him.
"You can read minds?" Pete blushed furiously. **Was it possible that she read my mind last year in Smallville? **
Jean sensed what he was thinking, "It's an ability that I don't like to use often, it's like an invasion of privacy, ya know." She smiled, "Although some are just too dense to have their minds read by an expert such as myself."
"Excuses, excuses," Clark said kissing her cheek, "my mind's too advanced for your frivolous mind reading powers."
"Riiiiight." Jean rolled her eyes, "Anyways, I think we should probably go inside the house before Scott organizes a search party."
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"That's the last of it." Bobby had just finished cleaning the foyer, when the door creaked open revealing a very giggly red headed girl.
"Yeah, a brain transfusion would be an ideal thing for you actually." Jean laughed, "Oh, Pete, Clark this is Bobby. Bobby this is Pete and Clark."
After they exchanged greetings and handshakes, Jean gave them the grand tour of the mansion and then ushered them up to their rooms.
"If you need anything my room is just down this hall." Jean gestured to the second to the last door, on the right side of the hall.
Pete nodded and walked into the oversized bedroom.
"Well I guess I'll see you later then?" Jean said turning back around to face Clark.
"Of course, you promised us a tour of Bayville remember."
"Yeah, sorry." She embraced him gently.
"Sorry for what?" **For forgetting about the tour? **
"Everything... I dunno, I just can't believe that you're actually here."
"Jean, I don't break my promises."
"I know," She temporarily shifted her gaze to the floor, "but I missed you a lot. Ever since I left Kansas you've been the only thing I think about. I know it sounds pretty pathetic but... I'm in love with you."
She kept her gaze adjacent to the ground; she knew that if she even dared to look into his eyes, she would break down in tears.
"If anything was to- " She was barely able to utter those four words before she realized that his lips were on top of hers and that he was kissing her passionately.
Jean tried to ignore the mental time bombs that were exploding in her head, as her arms mindlessly drifted up to his neck, deepening the kiss.
For a few minutes they were in paradise, unmindful of everything else that was happening around them.
"It's rude to interrupt someone when they're talking ya know." Jean mock scolded, breaking off the kiss.
"Uh huh," Clark stated matter- of- factly, "So what were you saying?"
"I uh, forgot?" The upward direction of her eyes made them appear cynical and humorous, her lips cracking into a sheepish grin.
Clark smiled and draped one arm around her shoulders. "Typical."
"Typical?" She repeated, sliding her arm around his torso and leaning her head into his shoulder. "Well since it's so typical for me to forget things maybe I forgot where the chocolate chip cookies I made for you guys earlier are..." She grinned malevolently.
"What?" Clark stopped walking abruptly to toss her a 'that's not funny' look. "Jock girl bakes?"
"Yeah," She lightly jabbed her elbow into his side, "You act like I'm not supposed to be able to cook like everyone else."
"The thought never occurred to me."
"Well no one said you had to eat any, just don't come looking for me when your bottomless pit of a stomach starts complaining."
"Okay, it's not like the poison can actually harm me."
"Shut up." She laughed giggly, guiding him into the kitchen.
Although neither noticed the pair of sullen eyes that had been watching them just down the hall.
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Okay I wasn't really pleased with that chapter. I dunno, I think I had writer's block... so yeah.
**This indicates a thought**
Chapter 4
"And we're here." Jean put the car into reverse and backed into the mansion garage.
"This is your house?" Pete asked in astonishment.
"Ummmmm no, it's kinda like a boarding school for....." She turned to Clark, not sure of what to say next. She would have to tell Pete eventually, he was staying at the institute after all. It only made sense to tell him, she just wasn't sure how he would handle it. "uh, the gifted?" ** That was wrong.**
"Oh, like a school for the arts." Pete nodded.
Clark gazed at her reassuringly and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Uh, not exactly." **Just tell him Jean. It's not that hard, Pete won't freak out. ** "Gifted as in..." She paused, **Actions do speak louder than words. ** Using her telekinesis, Jean levitated her purse from the back seat of the car to the driver's seat, suspending it in mid air. The purse was hovering three feet above her head before she decided to let it fall lifelessly to the floor.
Pete's mouth gaped open in shock. "So you're an...."
"Unfortunately no," Jean smiled, taking a break from unloading the trunk to quickly glance over at Clark, "I'm a mutant."
"How did you..." Pete paused again, for some reason he was having a hard time relaying what was on his mind.
"Know what you were going to say before you said it?" Jean used her telekinesis to levitate three more suitcases out of the trunk, "Ha, beat that Incredible Hulk."
"Gladly, as long as you promise not to compare me with stupid, green, cavemen, who walk around saving the would in nothing but their underwear." Clark added lifting four suitcases out of the trunk and Jean's three suitcases as well.
"Show off." She muttered.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Pete had finally gotten over his state of shock, long enough to start asking questions in full statements.
"Because of my other ability, telepathy." Jean was surprised, Pete was actually taking this rather well, exposure to Clark's abilities and life in Smallville must have taken a toll on him.
"You can read minds?" Pete blushed furiously. **Was it possible that she read my mind last year in Smallville? **
Jean sensed what he was thinking, "It's an ability that I don't like to use often, it's like an invasion of privacy, ya know." She smiled, "Although some are just too dense to have their minds read by an expert such as myself."
"Excuses, excuses," Clark said kissing her cheek, "my mind's too advanced for your frivolous mind reading powers."
"Riiiiight." Jean rolled her eyes, "Anyways, I think we should probably go inside the house before Scott organizes a search party."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"That's the last of it." Bobby had just finished cleaning the foyer, when the door creaked open revealing a very giggly red headed girl.
"Yeah, a brain transfusion would be an ideal thing for you actually." Jean laughed, "Oh, Pete, Clark this is Bobby. Bobby this is Pete and Clark."
After they exchanged greetings and handshakes, Jean gave them the grand tour of the mansion and then ushered them up to their rooms.
"If you need anything my room is just down this hall." Jean gestured to the second to the last door, on the right side of the hall.
Pete nodded and walked into the oversized bedroom.
"Well I guess I'll see you later then?" Jean said turning back around to face Clark.
"Of course, you promised us a tour of Bayville remember."
"Yeah, sorry." She embraced him gently.
"Sorry for what?" **For forgetting about the tour? **
"Everything... I dunno, I just can't believe that you're actually here."
"Jean, I don't break my promises."
"I know," She temporarily shifted her gaze to the floor, "but I missed you a lot. Ever since I left Kansas you've been the only thing I think about. I know it sounds pretty pathetic but... I'm in love with you."
She kept her gaze adjacent to the ground; she knew that if she even dared to look into his eyes, she would break down in tears.
"If anything was to- " She was barely able to utter those four words before she realized that his lips were on top of hers and that he was kissing her passionately.
Jean tried to ignore the mental time bombs that were exploding in her head, as her arms mindlessly drifted up to his neck, deepening the kiss.
For a few minutes they were in paradise, unmindful of everything else that was happening around them.
"It's rude to interrupt someone when they're talking ya know." Jean mock scolded, breaking off the kiss.
"Uh huh," Clark stated matter- of- factly, "So what were you saying?"
"I uh, forgot?" The upward direction of her eyes made them appear cynical and humorous, her lips cracking into a sheepish grin.
Clark smiled and draped one arm around her shoulders. "Typical."
"Typical?" She repeated, sliding her arm around his torso and leaning her head into his shoulder. "Well since it's so typical for me to forget things maybe I forgot where the chocolate chip cookies I made for you guys earlier are..." She grinned malevolently.
"What?" Clark stopped walking abruptly to toss her a 'that's not funny' look. "Jock girl bakes?"
"Yeah," She lightly jabbed her elbow into his side, "You act like I'm not supposed to be able to cook like everyone else."
"The thought never occurred to me."
"Well no one said you had to eat any, just don't come looking for me when your bottomless pit of a stomach starts complaining."
"Okay, it's not like the poison can actually harm me."
"Shut up." She laughed giggly, guiding him into the kitchen.
Although neither noticed the pair of sullen eyes that had been watching them just down the hall.
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Okay I wasn't really pleased with that chapter. I dunno, I think I had writer's block... so yeah.
