DISCLAIMER: You know the drill. Smallville and Buffy the Vampire Slayer aren't mine. In fact, not even the names Gough, Millar, or Whedon can be made from my name, in any way. The short of it is, if you recognize it, it aint mine.
"What kind of experience working with plants, and crazy, plant obsessed women do you have?" the hyperactive voice of Anya Jenkins asked, looking to her opposite.
The man sitting there was large, his dark hair and blue eyes seeming clashing and nearly perfect, save for the horn-rimmed glasses he wore. The question, one that someone with experience in dealing with the supernatural would catch as some kind of demon, not to be talked about, was one that she asked all potential employees.
"More than you'd expect, I'd bet," the man, his voice, a lower octave than she would have expected said. "I grew up in Kansas."
Anya shuddered, a shuddering fear slithering down her spinal cord, as her eyes widened. She nodded her head numbly. It was a well-known fact that that place had more problems than Sunnydale.
"Have you ever had someone mess with your mind in such a way, that they were attempting to make you believe the last few years of your life weren't true?"
"As a matter of fact," the man said, "yes. He was taken care of."
Anya made a few notes on her clipboard, her eyes roaming the black sweater suit, with the funny blue symbol on it. She had asked what it meant earlier, but the man said, "it's too sentimental to explain in length, but just know that it's a family crest."
"Have you ever had a teacher, or someone you trust, attempt to do any of the following? Seduce Kill Turn into a psychopatic praying mantis (or some other creature of unbelievable strength) Willingly expose you to something that weakened you, considerably Use magic on you, stripping away all of your strength All of the Above
The man frowned, before he said, "yes, yes, no, yes and yes."
Anya smiled, her face darkening considerably. Kansas sounded more horrible than bunnies.
"If you were walking on one side of the street, and a horribly disfigured man was attacking a woman, would you intervene?"
"In a heartbeat," the man said with a chuckle. Anya smiled. "Good," she thought to herself, "he knows about Vampires."
"Last question, how do you feel about immortality?"
She froze in her seat as the man frowned, his eyes portraying something she hadn't seen in his eyes yet. Fear. The man said, "I don't know. I wouldn't want to live forever."
The woman smiled, "thank you for coming to Last Chance Dating Services, Mr. Kent. We have the perfect match in mind for you, with a 98 chance of successful copulation. Willow will give you all the information on our match as you step out. Have a great date!"
As the six feet plus man walked out of the room, the red head said, "your date will be with Miss Buffy Summers, tonight at seven. She'll meet you in front of the LuthorCorp building, wearing a black leather jacket with our pin attached to the front."
Clark nodded, walking out of the double doors. Well, if nothing else, he did get a date out of this. And Chloe said he didn't have any interpersonal skills.
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