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Clark stared at the woman in front of him; trying his hardest not to let his jaw hit the floor. She had just witnessed him stopping a car with his bare hands and she asked if he was all right. He glanced at her skeptically, half expecting her to be at least half a mile away by now running and screaming. He had already resigned himself while saving her that he would probably never see her again after this. But there she stood, shaking but still there.
"I'm fine…" Clark told her, removing his hands from the car after making sure it wouldn't move again. Jemma let out a puff of air and quickly approached him. Clark had wanted her or expected her to not come near him at all, but in half a second she had grabbed his hands and had begun inspecting them while fussing over the rest of him, checking for damage that may have been caused by the crash. Clark could only stand in shocked awe as she rambled.
"I don't know how you did that and honestly I'm not sure I want to but there is no way you are 'fine'. Do you need a hospital? Let me look at your back, isn't that what we skidded down on? oh god is there blood? I'm not good with blood!" She exclaimed letting go of his hands and circling around him. Clark found himself blinking away the surprise as she came back around to his front, waving her fingers in his face. "…Are you in shock? I think I'm in shock, did that just happen? We just fell down-" She paused in her rant for a moment to look up at the massive hill they'd just skidded down. "- Like 100 meters and you are completely unharmed. Clark? Clark!" Jemma began to panic as the reality of what had happened just set in and the man could hear her breathing pick up as she stared to fan herself. Clark placed his hands on either side of her face gently forcing her to look at him. "Jemma, deep breaths okay? I'll… Explain later. For now we need to call the police and then get out of here." Jemma nodded feebly between his hands and Clark flashed her a reassuring smile.
"Wait, what happened to the driver?" She asked as she fished her mobile from her pocket and handed it to Clark who quickly dialed 911.
"Hello 911? Yes, my friend and I were bush walking and we've found and over turned vehicle. The driver inside is dead…." He looked at Jemma as he said this and the young woman immediately took a few steps away from the car. She didn't feel comfortable with the fact that only a few meters away from her there were a dead man inside that truck. Clark gave the operator their approximate location (though how he knew she didn't know) and hung up after thanking them. After quickly checking Jemma over for any injuries and concluding she only had a few scratches and bruises here and there Clark quickly grabbed his bad which had somehow managed to stay inside the truck bed and approached Jemma, who had stayed silent, a hand over her mouth as she contemplated what had just happened. She let him take her hand as he gently pulled her away from the scene, walking briskly towards the next open road.
They walking for half an hour in silence before Jemma seemed to snap out of it, suddenly stopping as she stared wide eyed at the man who was now slightly in front of her, still connected at the hands. "You… stopped a car. With your hands…" She stated, awed. Clark nodded, he wasn't sure he wanted to tell her everything just yet, but he felt he could at least trust her with some things. "Not only that but you dented the car, like, it bent around you!" She continued, looking down at their hands. Clark waited for the next statement, something about him being a monster or not human (which wasn't exactly a lie). "I bet if you wanted you could totally crush my fingers into dust or something right now." She said and the man had to do a double take. That had not been what he was expecting at all and he found himself smirking a little after the initial surprise. Jemma began walking again after that, but that didn't stop her from talking.
"So, you're like a superhuman or something. Can you do anything else groovy?" She asked swinging their entwined fingers subconsciously. Clark almost choked at the word 'groovy' that was the last word he'd use to describe his powers. "Yes, but you can't tell anyone Jemma. I mean it." She made a zip motion over her mouth before locking it and throwing away the key. That made him laugh a little and he thought how childish she was sometimes. And that was when he realized he didn't actually know how old she was. And that was when she realized he'd been staring at her.
"What? Is there something wrong? Please don't tell me that now I know, you're going to have to kill me, cause I escaped death once today already…" Jemma said half joking but Clark could hear a hint of seriousness in her voice. "No, I will never hurt you, I promise you that. I was only wondering how old you are." He said and Jemma heaved a sigh of relief not realizing just how serious she'd actually been.
"Oh um, I'm twenty-two… Yourself?" Clark blinked in surprise. She looked to be a older than that. He had originally guessed her to be around 25 or a year or so younger than himself. But she had had a hard life, and trauma ages you sometimes.
"I'm 28 in June." He said and Jemma seemed just as surprised as he was about her. "Huh. You don't look it… I bet its part of that superhuman stuff yeah?" She asked and Clark frowned. He'd never thought about it before, He'd never really thought he looked younger than whatever age he was. "I think I just have a baby face." He told her after a moment and Jemma laughed.
Jemma would always remember the day she found out about Clark's powers. From the tiniest details about her getting drunk to the fact he stopped a truck with his bare hands, she would treasure that day in her memories.
A/N: I really wasn't sure with this chapter :S I had trouble writing it, so please be gentle xD
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