Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers
Warnings/Triggers:Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut
Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever.
Authors Notes:Thank you all for you're amazing reviews. I never get tired of reading them. I just got to say I adored writing this chapter. It was so much fun and I loved the banter. I'm slowly falling in love with this couple the more I explore it. I should warn everyone that there's a subject that comes up that might offend some of you. I did not write this part to try to do that to anyone, so please don't take it seriously. It was more about showing Buffy's age and what some of us begin to contemplate as we get older. If Buffy was really only twenty-one it wouldn't be a topic that would come up, but I don't think its to far off the mark that a thirty-two year old Buffy would think these thing. Once again, a shout out and huge thanks to my amazing beta for being so insightful and just plain helpful while editing these chapters. I don't know what I would do without her.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter Six
Buffy awoke, as always right around eight. It didn't matter where she was in the world, she always woke up around the same time every morning. Except, this morning happened to be very different because a large warm arm was wrapped firmly around her waist and a large thigh was wedged between her legs. She blinked in surprise as the night before came rushing back in surround sound and technicolor. From the moment Faith and Gunn woke them up having obnoxiously loud sex to when she first heard Clark moan. The deep baritone of the sound sending such a shock wave of lust straight to her core, she'd never felt anything like it and she was certain she couldn't have stopped herself from touching him after that even if she tried.
God, he was built like brick wall. A very soft and warm brick wall, but a brick wall nonetheless. Training him was going to be difficult for that reason. She was incredibly strong but he was a hell of a lot stronger than her. Getting hit by him at full strength wasn't really going to be an option. Though, she could always train him in her suit, which might actually give her a little bit of advantage against anything he threw at her. The suit itself was highly warded, to the point where she could probably get hit by a train and be able to walk it off. So that might actually be able to work, as long as he didn't go for her head which unfortunately the full leather and Kevlar body suit did not cover. They could definitely work around that though.
She bit her lip, remembering how good it felt to kiss him. It had been awkward at first, but he was an incredibly fast learner and eventually began to take the lead. Heat pooled in her belly at what came after though, the grinding and rubbing that ended in one of the best orgasms she ever had. He really was such a well-built man, everything about him was deceptively large from his broad shoulders to his thighs that were almost as big as tree trunks. Something she didn't actually notice until she straddled him. The act itself had forced her legs farther apart than she was expecting. So, when he'd pulled her into his lap his cock was suddenly perfectly aligned against her clit, and boy did he feel big. Almost too big if she was being honest.
The familiar throb of arousal hit her; her panties suddenly soaked. She vaguely remembered telling him after he got out of the shower that he looked ridiculous squashed up on her couch and to just share the bed. She was now slightly regretting that, because at this moment she wanted nothing more than to press herself back against the body currently cuddling her and grind her ass against the erection she felt poking her. 'Yep, it was definitely time to get up.'
She meant what she'd said earlier about not being ready for sex yet and she really did plan to stick to that. She wanted to get to know him first, find out what his likes and dislikes were, what his favorite movies were, hell even what his favorite color was. She truly did believe what Lorne had told her, but she craved the getting-to-know-you portion of the relationship process more than anything. It had been a long time since she had that. In fact, if she was being honest, she was pretty sure she never really had it.
Angel had always hated talking about himself and she remembered very clearly spending a few hours researching him alone just to try and understand more about him. Unfortunately, back then Giles only had his pre-soul history, which probably should have been her first clue that embarking on any type of relationship with him was a bad idea. Riley had been different however, but when they started the relationship, they had both been keeping secrets. So, there had been big honesty issues there. Spike she hadn't bothered getting to know, at least not before his soul. Oh, there were plenty of times she would slip up and ask him a question about himself, and even be cordial to him, but the personal stuff hadn't come until those long nights spent together planning against The First. And, then again, after Angelus had killed Giles when she was basically a walking zombie. He would talk to her for hours even if she didn't talk back just to try and snap her out of her desolation. He told her all about his life when he was human, and would even talk about some of the places he traveled with Dru. He never mentioned Angelus in those times, and she was grateful for that.
It was in those moments that she realized why she and Spike meshed so well. He was very good at taking care of broken things and she was a very broken thing. He was created for it actually, and he needed to take care of her just as badly as she needed to be taken care of. She just hoped Clark could handle the task as well, because she had picked up a lot of the pieces of her shattered heart and soul and begun to paste them back together, but there were still several missing parts of herself that she had lost along the way. She was working on it and had been for awhile but she still had her moments of utter despair and moodiness. Buffy knew better than anyone how difficult she could be.
She slowly tried to extract herself from his hold, but the arm that held her in place tightened. She heard a sleepy moan next to ear and then she felt his body stiffen as he came awake. Clark quickly removed his arm from around her waist and the knee that had wedged itself between her thighs and turned over on his back.
"Sorry," He murmured groggily.
Buffy turned to face him, a slow smile spreading across her face as she propped her head up with her hand. He was blushing again and she found she rather enjoyed it. "I think we're past accidental sleepy cuddling, don't you?"
A sleepy half smile crossed his lips at her words, "Mmm," he hummed. "So, that really did happen."
She chuckled; he was absolutely adorable. "Unless we were sharing the same dream, I'm gonna go with a big uh-huh."
His blue eyes met hers, and his smile stretched into a full grin. His hand reached up and he ran the back of it down her cheek.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
She nodded. "I could definitely eat."
He sighed. "We should probably get dressed then."
"Mmm," She agreed, rolling on her back and stretching her arms above her head. "Shower first though, and I should probably grab your clothes from yesterday out of the dryer."
His hand reached out again, running it along the flat of her stomach. "You shower, I remember where the laundry room is. I'll get them."
He sat up and then leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him. "I have morning breath. I really don't think you want to do that before I brush my teeth."
He chuckled and shook his head. "I honestly don't think I care," and then he was on her, his lips sliding against hers.
She giggled, breaking the kiss and saying, "I think I created a monster."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have taken advantage of me last night." Clark said, a smirk forming on his lips.
Buffy's mouth dropped open, her eyes widening. "I did no such thing!" She said on a laugh.
"Oh," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I think you did," and then he was kissing her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth before she could protest.
The kisses suddenly turned much more serious and before she knew what she was doing her legs had wrapped around his waist and her arms were around his neck. She felt his hard length push against her and she moaned.
"Mmm," He hummed, breaking the kiss. "I could get used to that sound."
His lips slid along her jawline, until he reached her neck where he placed a few wet kisses and then froze. He pulled away and Buffy's eyes shot open. His eyes staring at her neck in a mixture horror and disbelief.
"Where...how did you get that?" He asked, his hand coming up to brush his thumb across her scar.
Buffy's own hand came up and rubbed the area. "Vampire bite. Well, three to be exact." She saw a pained look flash across his eyes as his hand came up to cup her cheek. "What is it?" She asked.
Clark shook his head, removing his hand and sitting back. "I just..." He sighed. "I can't help thinking how different your life might have been had I met you sooner." He looked away. "You've been through so much, some of it I read and some of it you told me." He met her eyes, sadness and guilt shining in them, "And I'm guessing that's only the half of it…and…and I can't help thinking that I could have saved you from it all."
She felt her heart melt a little at his words. That was definitely up there with at least the top five sweetest things anyone ever said to her, but he shouldn't be beating himself up for something that was out of his hands.
She sighed sitting up, her hand reaching for his and entwining their fingers, bringing it into her lap. "As sweet as the sentiment is Clark, you can't think like that." She nodded, "Trust me, I'm the queen of blaming myself for things that are absolutely out of my control and the truth is, neither of us can know what would have happened had we met sooner." She shrugged "I mean think about it. Sure, my life would have been easier but when the big stuff came up, I wouldn't have been able to handle it as well, and do you honestly think I wouldn't have jumped for Dawn?" She swallowed, "As shitty as the outcome was and even if I knew back then what I know now, I would do it again for her in a heartbeat."
"I know," he whispered, looking down. "I just…what if I could have stopped you from having to jump at all?"
She reached her free hand out, cupping his cheek, "Then I wouldn't be who I am today. I would have never had the choice to take more power than I already had and have the strength and wherewithal to turn it down. I would have never found the Scythe and been able to use its power to activate the Slayers." At Clark's frown, she pulled away, getting off the bed and opened the closet. She unzipped her weapons bag and pulled out the Scythe.
"This," she said, showing him the weapon from when they first met. "It was made thousands of years ago by something called the Guardians. It was made for the first Slayer and she used it to drive the last Old One from this plain of existence. Then it was hidden until the day I found it. It's the whole reason Willow was able to tap into the Slayer line and activate the girls. It's incredibly powerful, and I can feel the power thrumming underneath my hand as we speak." She put the Scythe back and walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Kinda like you."
Clark swallowed. "What…what do I feel like?"
"Powerful, almost overwhelmingly so," she said honestly, sitting back on the bed. "But not evil or demonic. Those kinda things usually feel cold, like the temperature suddenly drops and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end." She gave him a small smile, "You feel warm, like I've been sunbathing for hours and my skin is that perfect mixture of overheated and sun kissed."
He brought his hand up, cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb along her lower lip. "And when I kiss you?"
Buffy gasped, heat building in her belly. It took everything in her not to suck his thumb into her mouth. "If I answer that," she said breathily, "we won't ever make it to breakfast."
He blew out a breath, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. "I've never felt so out of control in my life." He opened his eyes, meeting hers. "You...you make me want to lose control."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She asked, her hand coming up to rub down his chest.
"I honestly don't know," he sighed. "But it scares the hell out of me."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
He kissed her then, his hand running into her hair before saying, "Don't be. I feel more alive than I have in years."
"I think that makes two of us then." She said softly. "You're not the only one who feels out of control or alive." She paused, "And I think if I don't get in the shower soon, I don't think I can be held responsible for my next actions."
He chuckled, pulling away. "Then you should probably take a shower," he said moving off the bed, "because I'm pretty sure you aren't alone in that either."
Buffy laughed, "You sure you can find the laundry room, okay?"
"I got it," he said, reaching out to stroke her cheek before grabbing his discarded sweats from last night, chucking them on and heading for the door.
Buffy watched him go and then shook herself out of her daze. God, he had a fabulous back. Why had she not noticed it before? This was going to be incredibly hard if they were both feeling this way. She once again opened her closet grabbing what she needed for the day.
Clark raised an eyebrow, looking at her in amusement, "You really think this is a good idea?"
She grinned, "No, but it's cheap entertainment and they deserve it."
They were standing in the hallway outside Faith and Gunn's room. Buffy having the bright idea of getting back at the couple for their shenanigan's the night before, because as she said, "This was a long time coming."
"Alright," he said chuckling. "Then hand me the bucket."
"What...why?" She asked confused.
Clark rolled his eyes, "Because I'm going to make the water colder."
Buffy frowned. "Is this another ability you've yet to tell me about?"
He looked at her innocently. "Maybe?"
The look she gave him was both parts annoyed and pouty. "Okay Mr. Secret Keeper, who keeps secrets. Here," she grumbled, shoving the quarter filled bucket into his arms.
"I think you've been watching too much Harry Potter," he said as seriously as he could, even though he knew it was obvious he was trying not to laugh.
She looked almost offended for a moment, "I have not!" A full-fledged pout finally broke out on her lips, "At least not willingly. Willow makes me watch it every year." She sighed, "Then we get into an argument about if the Wizarding World is real or not in another dimension. It's a thing."
He snorted, "You're joking."
She rolled her eyes, "I wish," and then she shook her head. "Now hurry up, before they wake up."
He grinned, blowing softly into the bucket and handing it back. "There, it should be cold enough now."
She frowned at the water, reaching her hand into the bucket and touching it. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Wow! That's like seriously impressive." She grinned, "This is gonna be so good." Buffy looked at him, "You ready?"
At Clark's nod, she said, "Alright, get ready to run."
He watched her take a step back and then her leg shot out, slamming into the door. The lock splintered and the door swung open, hitting the wall hard. Both Faith and Gunn shot up in alarm, suddenly alert and ready to fight.
"Wakey, wakey!" Buffy yelled, before tossing the contents of the bucket on them.
They both screamed when the ice water hit them. Their eyes widening in disbelief. Faith panted from the sudden shock of the water, looking at hers soaked tank top, her bed, and then Gunn before her eyes suddenly swung up to meet Buffy's dancing ones. The look she gave them both could freeze over hell, it even managed to make Clark nervous enough to start backing up.
"You. Are. So. Fucking. Dead!" She ground out, fury flashing in her eyes.
"Run!" Buffy squealed, already pushing him down the hallway just as Faith shot out of bed. They were both through the living area and out the staff door in seconds, but Faith was fast and she was hot on their heels. The sound of her bare feet slapping against hardwood close behind them.
As they approached the stairwell a giggling Buffy yelled, "Jump, no time for stairs."
Clark quickly launched himself over the banister, landing on the ground floor and turning just in time to see Buffy do the same. She landed on her feet and looked up in time to see a snarling Faith staring down at them, water still dripping from her hair and tank top.
"You're dead B!" She yelled.
"What the hell!" Lisa said, coming around the corner a few of the girls hot on her heels just as Faith launched herself off the banister.
Buffy was pushing Clark again and they slammed out the front door and into the cool morning air. He wrapped his arms around her just as Faith reached the door in only a tank top and boxers and shot them into the air just before she could reach them. Both of them broke into fits of hysterics when they heard her scream, "He can fucking fly!"
"Wow," Buffy said in between her giggles. "She's really mad, isn't she?"
"Okay," Buffy said, snagging a piece of bacon off his plate. "Favorite comedy?"
They were in a restaurant not too far from the school. It was a very small establishment, but it was busy and the food smelt good. Buffy had recommended it to Clark, saying it was the best kept secret in Cleveland. It had taken them a little while to get a table, but now they were comfortably seated with two delicious looking breakfasts in front of them.
They had been exchanging questions since they arrived at the restaurant. Simple things, from favorite colors, to places traveled, and now they were on to movies. Except Buffy had just stolen a piece of bacon off his plate without even asking, and it was done in such a way it almost felt domestic. Almost as if this was a completely normal occurrence and they had dined together hundreds of times.
"Did you…did you just steal my bacon?" Clark said, raising an eyebrow.
She blinked at him innocently, taking a bite of the salty goodness while holding back a smile, "Maybe."
He snorted, "Well, now I want a bite of your pancakes."
Buffy's face broke into a grin, and she used her fork to cut him a piece of her strawberry and banana pancakes. Leaning over the table and holding out the bite to him, while using her other hand to protect the table from any syrup dripping.
Clark leaned forward, wrapped his lips around the offered morsel and hummed as the sugary taste exploded on his tongue. He nodded, swallowing the bite before saying, "I should have gotten the pancakes."
Buffy chuckled, cutting her own piece and taking a bite, her eyes rolling up at the homemade strawberry syrup. "I told you." She said after swallowing. "This place has awesome pancakes for it being such a hole in the wall."
Clark cut into his eggs benedict and took a bite. "Mmm," He hummed, pointing at his plate as he chewed and swallowed. "But this is very good too."
"What do you like better?" She asked.
"Hmm," he said thinking. "Well, it's not a very fair comparison. One's sweet and one's savory."
"True," she acknowledged. "So, I guess the question should be, what do prefer sweet or salty?"
He licked his lips. "That's actually a tough question. My mom is an excellent cook on both fronts, but I think if I had to choose it would be sweet. I love pie and she does make the best."
She smiled softly, "She sounds pretty incredible."
He nodded, "My parents couldn't have kids so them finding me was what she calls a miracle." He smiled, "When I was a kid and my abilities first started showing, she was the one who helped me control it. She taught me how to focus and block everything else out."
"I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous about meeting her." She confessed shyly.
He frowned in confusion, "Why?"
Buffy shrugged, "Well, she raised you, didn't she? Any woman capable of turning out a guy who so far has been one of the sweetest, most well-mannered men I've ever met, must have some superpowers of her own."
He chuckled a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I'm sure she'll be thrilled to know that."
Buffy grinned, shaking her head. "Anyway, back to our original topic. What's your favorite comedy?"
"Hmm," He thought for a moment. "Well right now, I think it's a toss-up between Talladega Nights and Step Brothers." He said, taking another bite of his breakfast.
"Ah," she acknowledged. "A Ferrell fan. He is hilarious, but I myself would have to go with Sandler or Kevin Smith. I love Dogma and Fifty First Dates is probably my favorite romantic comedy."
He shook his head, "I've never seen Dogma. Isn't that the one that makes fun of religion?"
Buffy's mouth dropped open, "You've never seen it! Okay that's the first movie we are watching together," Her cheeks suddenly pinkening as she cleared her throat and added. "And yes, it does make fun of religion but in a really unique way where it sends a good message too." She shrugged, "I think I like it because of how well it rips the Bible apart as far as hypocrisy goes. I'm not very religious, but I mean I do believe there's something. I don't know if it's all the Powers or God or what really, but there is definitely something beyond all this. However, the Bible is one of those things that gets used for evil, far more than it's used for good. Plus, I'm living proof that some of the sins mentioned in the Bible are complete bullshit."
He raised an eyebrow, "Because you went to heaven."
She nodded, "Exactly. Let's see," she began to count off her sins on one hand. "Lying, I did a lot of that after I was called, also definitely did not honor my mother and father, I've taken the Lord's name in vain on several occasions, I've stolen when I've had to, not for myself but for slaying." She put her hand down. "Not to mention," She whispered quietly. "I may have killed a few people who were after my sister back then, not intentionally of course but I'm pretty sure I killed at least one of them and I'm almost positive they were very human." At Clark's surprised frown she explained, "There were these, god I don't even know a better way of describing it other than medieval knights charged with destroying the Key, and when we all tried to run, they attacked us."
"But wouldn't that be considered self-defense?" He asked with a frown and then added, "And maybe you were allowed to go to heaven because of what you are?"
Buffy snorted, "And how unfair is that. I get to go to heaven with the same kinda vague belief system as other people who live their lives with less red on their ledger than I have, but they don't." She shook her head. "It's also kinda bullshit how no sin is greater than any other, or in Catholicism's case it only applies to anyone in the church. I mean come on, I've heard of the Catholic church in particular, refusing to hold a funeral or allow burial over suicide, and yet they protect their pedophile priests like they are somehow above it all." She sighed, a blush forming on her cheeks at her diatribe. "Sorry, I have many feelings about this particular subject." She looked down, "I think that most religions have it wrong. It's about our intents and choices, if we spend our lives at least trying to do good, no matter if we fall along the way or not, we have a place in heaven. If we however let the darkness that is always around us, whether we know it's there or not, consume us, then we let ourselves be corrupted. If we begin to enjoy the pain and suffering, we as humans are quite capable of causing all on our own, I think that's when we become hell bound." She took a drink of her juice, meeting his eyes again, before adding. "I'm sorry if you're religious and I offended you. I sometimes forget that not everyone thinks the same way I do."
He smiled softly. She was really cute when she was passionate about something. He couldn't really help playing devil's advocate to watch that spark in her eyes as she got indignant over the topic of religion, but it had gone on long enough. He was trying to enjoy this moment, not offend her.
"I'm not," He clarified. "I honestly don't know what I believe. My dad and mom had me baptized as Catholic, but I think my dad might have stopped believing after they found me. My mom probably did too, but she would never admit it."
Buffy frowned, "Then why–"
"Because I'm an alien Buffy," He shook his head. "Neither of them knew where I was from or what I was. I looked human, but they both knew I wasn't." He shrugged, "I think they did it to teach me right from wrong the only way they really understood how. The same way their parents taught them." He shook his head, "It wasn't only that though, my dad used stories, his own life stories to drill into me how important it was that I always made the better choice, because for someone like me, losing my temper isn't really an option if it's going to hurt someone." He sighed, "As for religion, I used to wonder why God would make me this way until my dad told me the truth. It's very hard for me to worship a god that had no hand in my creation. In fact, I stopped going to church because I just felt like an imposter."
Her eyes softened at his words and she reached her hand across the table and entwined their fingers. "You aren't an imposter, Clark. I may not be religious, but I absolutely believe in destiny and the prophecy proves you were meant to be here. That somewhere in the ether the Powers or whoever, saw your soul and found it important enough to send a vision to some unsuspecting seer here on Earth." She smiled, "No matter what happens, don't ever feel you don't belong here."
"Yeah, for what purpose still remains to be seen." He said, frowning slightly.
Buffy frowned, "I thought your dad said–"
Clark shook his head, "I'm not talking about why my parents sent me here, I'm talking about the prophecy."
Understanding suddenly came into her eyes and she sighed, "I'll try to work on Wes for you, okay? I know it's frustrating but I don't think he's keeping it from us because he's trying to be malicious or hoard information." She nodded, "I do believe he's genuinely trying to protect us, but I'm also not stupid enough to believe that's the only reason."
He looked at her surprised by her admission as he watched her take a bite of her pancakes. "What…what do you mean?"
Buffy swallowed and licked the syrup off her lips, using her napkin to dab up the excess. "Honestly, I think they're trying to protect me from myself. Willow said it herself that day in the ship. There're some things in it that would seriously wig me. Lorne said we're soulmates, and I believe him, but it's more than soulmates and I think you feel it too." She raised her eyebrow at him. "If the prophecy say's that we are destined in some way and they told me, there's a very good chance we would not be sitting here right now because I would constantly be second guessing my feelings. At least that's what they probably think."
Clark studied her. She really was impressive, he found himself admiring her the more they got to know each other. "You already knew though, didn't you?"
"I guessed it might be that in the ship, when Willow said what she said. Earlier that day when you were in my trailer and you left your poem." Buffy smirked, "Clever by the way." She said, looking at him appraisingly, before adding, "When you passed me, I felt something I've never felt before, it was like I was on fire. It was so powerful that even Hardy noticed my reaction and I was definitely not trying to draw attention to you."
"Oh yes," Clark acknowledged. "I remember over hearing that conversation." He smirked at her, "What was it that you called me? Oh yeah, a well-built redneck with puppy eyes." Watching her cheeks bloom with color was completely worth bringing it up.
"In my defense," she said, embarrassment shining in her eyes. "I was trying to get him off your back." Then she frowned in realization, "Seriously, you can hear that far?"
"I can hear anything on earth if I focus," He admitted, her eyes widening in surprise. "When I was a kid and it first happened, it was like hearing everything at once. I thought I was going crazy."
Her eyes softened. "That must have been horrible."
"It was, and scary. I remember how scared I was." He met her eyes as he thought about her admitting she already suspected that the prophecy said they were destined. "Can I ask you something?" At her nod, he continued, "Last night you said you usually fight things like this and even your friends thought you would freak-out. Why aren't you fighting it?"
Her eyes dulled somewhat at the question and she pushed the few remaining bites she had around with her fork. "Honestly," She paused, looking down at her food. "Honestly, I'm lonely." She admitted. "I haven't had this type of connection in years and it feels good." She met his eyes then a blush staining her cheeks, "I thought about it and decided if the Powers are gonna give me something as beautiful as you after all the crap I've been through, then I was okay with that. Even this, just us talking and getting to know each other is more than I've had as far as romance goes in…I don't even know how long. I had no idea how much I needed this kind of thing until I met you."
Heat filled his cheeks at her words and their eyes remained locked on each other's for what felt like a long time. Clark reached his hand across the table and placed it on hers.
"If it makes you feel any better, I've never felt like anything like this before." He sighed, "I had no idea something as simple as eating breakfast with a beautiful woman, who I don't have to hide from, could feel so good."
Buffy smiled softly, "We are a pair, aren't we?"
He chuckled, and nodded. "That we are."
Buffy's cell phone rang the next second, her eyes glancing at the caller ID and widening in horror. "Shit," she hissed.
"What... what is it?" Clark asked in alarm.
"It's Dawn." She responded, staring at the phone.
He raised an eyebrow, "And that's a bad thing?"
"If Faith called her and mentioned you, yeah it could be bad." She answered, not taking her eyes off the phone.
"You don't think Faith would tell her what I am do you." Clark said, worry lacing his voice.
Buffy shook her head, "No, she's not that stupid. But I could see her hinting that you are something other as revenge for this morning." She sighed, "Which would just put my sister in a panic."
The phone luckily stopped ringing and Clark watched Buffy sigh in relief, only to have it melt away when her text message chime went off.
He watched her look at the message as the color drained from her face. "Shit!" She said again.
"What does it say?" He asked nervously.
"She said that if I don't pick up the phone, she's gonna show up here, and that I have five minutes." Buffy looked at him nervously and sighed. "Sometimes I really wish we didn't show her how to use her keyness, because unfortunately she's not bluffing."
She looked at him apologetically, "You're about to get the full of Dawn in rant mode, so prepare yourself."
Buffy dialed the number and squeezed her eyes shut as the other line connected and it was answered after the first ring.
"Hello, my beautiful and wonderful sister who doesn't even bother to let me know she's back in the amazing U.S. of A." The sarcasm in the voice alone told Clark that Buffy was about to be chewed out.
"Dawn," Buffy started, but was cut off immediately.
"So, my dearest sister, Buffy…you mind telling me why my husband is about to send one of his crew members out to fix the door and rent a fan to dry the bed in Faith's and Gunn's room?" An extremely sarcastic female voice said over the phone. "Or better yet, who's this new recruit you're getting so chummy with…hmm? Also, why the hell didn't you tell me you were back in the states and not call!"
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her chair, and Clark bit back his amusement, he had no siblings so this was somewhat fascinating for him. Buffy met his eyes and glared at the amusement dancing there. "Just you wait." She mouthed, which made his nervousness skyrocket.
"Sorry Dawn," She sighed. "I should have called, but I had just gotten out of quarantine and Wes was real big on me getting in touch with the new recruit."
"Uh-uh, you don't get to deflect like that, because Faith already told me. He felt more powerful than she has felt in long time, but she won't tell me what he is." There was a moment of pause before an exasperated tone came over the line. "So, what is he Buffy?"
"It's not what you–" she started, but Dawn cut her off.
"If you tell me it's not what I think I will show up there in the middle of Breakers Breakfast, I don't care how busy it is, now spill!" Buffy's little sister demanded.
Buffy looked at him and swallowed, "Seriously, this is not the time nor place to start talking about this."
"He's there, isn't he?" Came her sister's reply.
Buffy's eyes widened, before quickly blurting, "Have you talked to Wes?"
Dawn paused, "Should I?"
'Well, this was mostly his idea." Buffy answered.
"So, Wes is okay with you boinking another demon?" Her sister's indignant tone came over the line.
"First off," Buffy growled, making Clark look around to see if anybody was listening. "I haven't boinked anybody," she said lowly. "Secondly, he's not a demon, and third, when the hell did you turn into mom!"
"Maybe when I became a mother." Dawn said exasperated. "Now give him the phone so I can give him the usual sisterly threats so he can know exactly what kinda hell he'll reap if he hurts you."
"Dawn," Buffy warned.
"Do you actually think I won't show up there." Her sister countered.
Buffy's eyes looked at him apologetically, and he saved her the humiliation of having to ask by holding out his hand. She sighed gratefully and handed him the phone.
"Hello," Clark greeted.
"Now you listen here bub," was the first thing she said. "I don't really care what you are but if you do anything to hurt my sister, I will open a vein and send you to Quor'toth, do you understand?"
Clark cleared his throat. "I have no intention–"
"Of course you don't," She interrupted. "They never do. Now put me back on with my sister." He blinked in surprised and shrugged, handing her back the phone.
"I think your threat was kinda lost on him, Dawn." Buffy said in amusement, looking at a confused Clark. "I really don't think he knows what Quor'toth is."
"Well maybe you should tell him," Came the snarky reply over the line. "Anyway, you better give me a phone call when you can talk in private, after the kids, me and Xand's sex life isn't exactly popping. So, I wanna know everything."
A blush spread over Buffy's cheeks, "There's really nothing to tell Dawn."
"Liar," Dawn countered.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll call you in a few hours."
They had stopped by the school to grab the rest of Clark's things before he went home. Buffy giving him an extra backpack she had lying around to store them in. Thankfully, both Gunn and Faith were out, so they didn't have to deal with any unwanted confrontations.
"What time does your flight get in tomorrow?" Clark asked, adjusting the strap on the backpack.
"1000…I mean Ten in the morning." She answered.
"Do you want me to pick you up?" He asked.
She smiled shyly, "Only if you want to, but there will be quite a lot to do before we can make it to Smallville."
"Such as?" He asked, stepping closer and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Not really knowing how to stop himself from touching her since he knew he wouldn't see her again until tomorrow.
"Well," she said, stepping closer. "I've gotta open the safehouse and get you a keycard to get in." She reached her hand up her fingers running along the seam of his outer shirt. "There will probably be some sort of contract as far as payment for helping us goes, that I'll need to print out."
"Payment?" He asked, confused.
Buffy nodded, "Of course, If you help us stop an apocalypse or go on a mission with a bunch of Slayers, you get paid. The amount however, depends on how serious a situation it is." She looked at him softly, "You didn't actually think we would ask you to do any of this without some sort of compensation, did you?"
He looked away and shrugged. "I honestly didn't think about it."
She smiled, "You really are the sweetest guy I've ever met."
When he met her eyes, she had moved even closer, but this time he wasn't scared. His arms immediately wrapped around her and he lowered his head and brushed her lips softly, not taking it any farther than that. He leaned his head against hers and whispered. "I wish I didn't have to go yet."
"Me too." She admitted, "But it's okay, we'll see each other tomorrow." Then her eyes brightened and she pulled away. "I almost forgot, I got you this." She reached in her back pocket and pulled out a cellphone. "Here."
"That way, you can call me if you get bored." She blushed.
He grinned taking the phone from her hand. "Thank you. I definitely will," and then he sighed as he put the phone in the backpack. "I definitely need to go, my mom's probably already worried since I didn't come home last night."
"Of course." Buffy said, smiling sadly, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Clark leaned forward and they kissed one last time, before he stepped back and shot into the air, looking below at the girl who was slowly changing his world.
