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Ruby Truth - Valentine Michel Smith
It turned out the Whitney clone (Evan) was not only amazing in bed, but also possessed certain worldly skills. Needless to say it would have been easy – beyond easy actually – for Clark to steal a car, but there was something about Evan's appearance with the Suburban that warmed the cockles of Clark's heart.
So much like an offering.
Clark relished the very thought of it. Evan wanted to prove himself worthy and had succeeded admirably. The five of them piled into the black vehicle to make the three-hour trip to Smallville to erase the life that had been.
Evan drove as Gwen and Clark fucked. The redhead and blonde were jealous, but Clark explained very patiently that she had been his Number One, the first member of The Circle. As such, she was entitled to certain perks.
When the group arrived at the farm, Clark instructed Evan to park on the side of Route 90. Taking Gwen by the hand, Clark led her from the vehicle, down the dusty path that rose to the house. Absently, he noted the doors and window had been repaired as they continued to the storm cellar.
Clark motioned for Gwen to wait. He descended the stairs. Below, Clark stood, regarding the tarp. He plunged his hand into the ground, displacing chunks of earth. The hole seemed to appear, a hole into which he dropped the ship.
Clark replaced the dirt quickly, patting the earth flat. He rejoined Gwen before she even noticed he'd been gone.
This time, Gwen extended her hand. Clark had informed her of his plan. She led him back to the farmhouse.
Transfixed, Clark paused in the yard, in front of the only home he'd ever known. He stared intently, doubt (was there ever any?) wholly obliterated. A smile claimed his lips as Gwen slipped an arm around his waist and nuzzled into him.
Clark's irises glowed amber. He set the house on fire section by section.
Then, Clark yowled. A full-out, gut born summons of delight and freedom. He lifted Gwen high, lowering her slowly until their lips met, the kiss, sloppy, territorial, reckless. Her neck would be bruised tomorrow.
Clark placed Gwen on the ground and took one last look at the house, now engulfed in flames. He hadn't forgotten about Pete. He imagined he might have Chloe and even Lana to deal with as well. Not to mention Lex and Martha. A resourceful bunch, all of them, to be sure. Clark realized he actually looked forward to the day they met again. Particularly Lex. They still had a few... unresolved issues.
Clark laughed, and ran, proffering his hand as Gwen reached. She saw him disappear from in front of her, and suddenly she was floating. Only when they reached the Suburban did she realize Clark'd been carrying her.
"Where next?" asked Evan after Clark's face poked abruptly through the driver's side window.
"The dam."