A/N: Two chapters in one day! You guys are lucky!
The morning had been a long one. Jemma had gone with Clark to the Motel reception and they had managed to get him a room that coincidentally was next to hers. After that, Clark had gone off to find himself some work and Jemma had gone out and brought some new groceries, not skimping on the soup this time. While she had been in town, the young woman had stepped into her work to check her roster only to find Clark being shown the ropes.
"We've got to stop meeting like this!" He had said putting a hand on her arm as she excused herself to the backroom, earning a glare from many of the young women and three of the young men who worked at the pub. She had bid him goodbye until the evening after that and had head home, only to find herself staring blankly at the necklace she usually wore around her neck, three empty bottles of some god-awful beer on the floor. Subconsciously, Jemma knew she was crying, but her mind had already taken in and gotten used to the fact her sister was dead. It had been six months since she had found her and she was mostly just numb to the pain now. She was used to it. Everyone left her at some point; first her father, then her sister and her mother followed soon after. Her boyfriend had left saying she was too much to handle and Jemma found herself not staying in one place too long. She didn't know what she was doing with Clark… she felt drawn to him, but she knew that if they spent any more time together, in the end one of them would leave, and it would probably be him. It was always better to leave first than to be left. Wiping the wetness away from her eyes and replacing the necklace back around her neck, Jemma stood and made up her mind quickly. She knew that this decision was made mostly because of the alcohol but she couldn't bring herself to do anything else at that moment. She grabbed her bag and started packing away the things in it that she owned, electing to leave the food in the fridge. After she had grabbed all of her clothes and other possessions, Jemma quickly headed out the door, only to run face first into Clark himself. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her and in her drunken haze Jemma thwacked his hands away, making to move around him. Clark looked at her confused before the scent of alcohol caught up with his nostrils and he frowned a little.
"Let me past!" She said angrily, pushing against Clark's arms but the man stood still.
"Are you drunk? It's not a good idea to go somewhere, especially in this kind of weather, when you're drunk." He said gesturing to the thin layer of snow covering the ground and the ice that had formed on the roads. Jemma only muttered something completely unintelligible, her gloved hands still pressing against him, trying to get him to move. He didn't fail to notice the two bags she was carrying and a quick survey through the walls of her room suggested she was leaving.
"Jemma, what's the matter? Where are you going?" He asked again, placing his hands on the sides of her arms as to keep her from stumbling. "It's not of your god damn business that's where!" She exclaimed and mad a miserable attempt at freeing herself from his grip. Clark gave her the look one would give to a child throwing a tantrum and for some reason it mad Jemma feel a little guilty for wanting to leave without telling him. "Not that I owe him a damn thing! Stupid good looking men and their stupid blue eyes!" She thought to herself, relaxing in his hold a little. "I'm going away to the next town or city or whatever. I need to leave, now. Let me go!" she whined again only making Clark's frown deeper. "Why? What's wrong? What's happened?" He asked tightening his grip just a little on her as she almost feel forwards. Jemma glared up at him, full force.
"I'll tell you what's wrong, everyone always leaves! That's what's wrong! My father, my sister, my mother! Everyone! Gone! So this time I'm leaving, I won't give anyone else the chance to walk out on me!" She cried, suddenly becoming hysteric and Clark couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She had no one, she was like him in a way, always traveling, but at least he had his mother to go home to when he was done. Bringing her to him in a comforting hug, Clark tried to hush the crying woman who only quieted a little.
"I'm still leaving." She said in words muffled by his chest. "Don't try to stop me." Clark sighed and quickly made up his mind. "You can't go anywhere alone while drunk… Let me come with you." He told more than asked and spoke again when he could hear she was about to protest. "At least until your sober." Jemma relaxed again and he could feel the movement of her head nodding against him and he let her go, taking a look at her. She was a mess, eyes swollen, face red and smudged makeup around her eyes, although Clark couldn't see how she looked anything but more attractive to him than before. He blinked at his own thoughts for a moment before brushing them aside. There was no time for that now. He wasn't sure why he was doing this, he had just gotten himself a place to stay and a job in this town, but he felt a connection to Jemma and he would feel forever guilty if something happened to her when he could've stopped it. Putting a hand on her back, Clark gently moved her forwards, unlocking his own door, and into the room that he had rented, all he had to do to gather his things was grab his bag and the toothbrush he left in the bathroom. Jemma smiled as he ushered her out of the door again and onto the street, exiting the motel grounds and beginning to walk along the main road that lead out of the tiny town. "Thank you… for this." She said as she stumbled a bit and Clark placed a hand around her elbow, keeping her a little steady on the slippery roads. They walked for miles before a car drove near and Clark lazily held out his thumb. The truck stopped several meters a head of them and the pair were soon once again sitting in the tray of an old pickup, this time Jemma leant against Clark as she slowly drifted into a drunken sleep, and Clark had held his arm around her shoulders, giving her a little more warmth from the cold.
Several hours later Clark once again questioned his own motives in accompanying Jemma, but his heart told him it was the right thing to do. He looked down at her briefly, snuggled into his side and wondered if she may be a good luck charm for him finding his heritage. He shook those thoughts away and closed his own eyes, figuring he may as well get some sleep while they were driving the endless mountain roads. But just as he did, he noticed something very wrong and perked up listening. Silence. He could hear the wind, he could hear Jemma's heart beating and he could hear the sounds of wild life. The car seemed to accelerate all of a sudden and Clark cursed mentally having figured out too late what had happened. He looked into the back window of the pickup, the driver sat motionless, leaning against the steering wheel as the truck sped towards a large drop off into a forest down below. Clark's eyes widened, and he began to move, his jostling waking Jemma up and she began to panic as she saw what was happening.
"Oh my god, Oh my god!" She screamed as Clark punched in the back window, pulling the driver from the drivers seat, effectively dragging him into the back. The car began to slow with no more pressure being placed on the accelerator, but the car was only a meter or two away from the cliff when Clark grabbed Jemma, facing her away from the fall and using himself to protect her as they fell over the edge of the truck and somehow overtook it, falling down the hill and into the edge of the forest, Clark reached out to slow their decent by latching onto a tree. Jemma was yelling the whole time, Clark held her easily with one arm, as they finally came to a stop, Clark rushing forwards to stop the car from crushing them as it hurtled towards their location. Jemma watched with wide eyes as the truck immediately stopped and dented when Clark made contact with it, the young woman suppressing the urge to scream as loudly as she could. The back of Clark's shirt was torn and ripped but she could clearly see he had not been damaged by their skip down the mountain. Tensing up as he slowly turned towards her, Jemma stared at him and the dents he had made in the car. She wasn't sure whether to run in fear or to hug him for saving her life. But she recalled when she had been completely smashed and he hadn't left her. Her mind was made up as she slowly got to her feet, Clark seemingly shied away from her as she stepped closer, as if she was the one who just stopped a pickup with her bare hands.
"Are you alright?"
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