First chapter = disclaimers
g to the requester: 1 Clayton Webb in a suit at the circus.
Well, this is the end of this fic. I hope you all enjoyed it :}
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Clayton Webb stared mindlessly at the brightly colored clowns. He wasn't quite sure, but he had the feeling that the cotton candy on top of two hot dogs, a bag of peanuts and a bag of pretzels might not have been a good idea. Meg, on the other hand seemed to be having a marvelous time.
"You know, you wouldn't feel so stuffed if you'd worn normal clothes," Meg said as she tugged at Webb's vest.
"These are my normal clothes."
Meg looked at him, "They are?"
"Yes they are, and that car you saw me driving is my mother's. I drive a small flashy red sports car."
"Then why didn't you drive instead of making me?"
"Because I let Rabb borrow my car for a date."
"You let Harm take your car?"
"He didn't hurt me for dating you. I prefer not to have debts like that hanging over my head."
"Who was he taking out?"
"The wrong person."
"How can you say that?"
"Because they're always the wrong person, Rabb can be incredibly dense when it comes to his love life."
"Unlike you?"
"Yes, unlike me. I happened to pick a perfect woman. I just had a hard time understanding what was going on. My reactions are typically male. Rabb's are pure idiocy. He dates bimbos because he's really in love with someone else."
Meg smiled, "You use the word 'bimbo'?"
"Well, I used to use 'hussy,' but my fellow office workers accused me of spending too much time around my mother. Besides, I notice that you didn't ask who he was really in love with."
"There's no point in denying the truth is there? I always thought that Harm had a soft spot for Mac when he used to write to me. Now I've seen them together. I'm amazed that they don't see it."
"They do take love is blind to a new level, don't they?" Clay smirked.
"Yes, they do. Then again, you happen to be the epitome of 'a fool in love' right now. I can't believe you're actually at a circus with me."
Clay smiled, "I'm full of surprises. It's why I'm good at what I do. You have to be inventive when you pump gas for a living."
Meg swatted him on the arm, "That isn't funny. You have a sick sense of humor to laugh at me like that."
"Oh, and if I mistakenly thought that you were a Las Vegas showgirl, you wouldn't laugh at me?"
"Of course I would, I couldn't wear the outfits."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So what about me?"
"Oh, I don't think you'd look good in the costumes either, Clay. You don't have the legs for the tights."
"You've been around Rabb too long."
"Hush, their bringing out to human cannonball."
"Joy."
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Meg smiled as she escorted Webb to his front door, "I had a wonderful time tonight."
"Even after I screamed when the elephant walked towards me?"
"Especially after that, why don't you like elephants anyway?"
"The same reason I hated the circus. Bad childhood episode, not something I like talking about."
"What about your dislike of clowns then?"
"Nobody truly like clowns past the age of eleven."
"I do."
"Meg, dear, you're also dating a man that everyone at your office has a distaste for. I'm not sure you count."
"Clay, did anyone ever tell you that you have an abrasive personality?"
"Not in so many words, but yes. And before you say another word, you know that you wouldn't have it any other way. You're too nice of a girl to marry a nice guy. It would be like living in re-runs of 'Leave it to Beaver'."
Meg smiled, "Isn't 'marriage' a little strong of a word?"
"I always plan my social life at least six months in advance. That way I don't have to make decisions when I'm in the field."
"What happens when you can't make an engagement?"
"Oh, I don't think I'll be breaking this one, when I make it that is."
"So you're basically informing me that you're going to propose sometime in the next six months?"
"Who said that?"
"You… You're exasperating."
"I am, and you like it."
"I don't like it. I'm annoyed by it."
"Yes, but you like it when I annoy you. Therefore, you like it when I'm exasperating."
"Clay…"
"Yes?"
"Never mind."
Clay smiled, "I'm an exceptionally aggravating person, I know."
"Actually, I was wondering if you were ever going to quit talking and kiss me."
"That's rather blunt."
"It is, and you like it."
"That I do," Clay grabbed her and swiftly kissed her mouth.
Yes, indeed this was going to be one heck of a romance. Assuming they didn't kill each other first.
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THE END