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Clark ran quickly through the random houses backyard. He'd swum back to some sleepy little town and needed to find clothes to change into ASAP. A young man was bringing in groceries for his mother as the rain began to pour a little harder and they elected to wait until the rain stopped to get the rest of the bags. Clark waited until they were inside to approach the clothesline. He felt a pair of socks and frowned feeling that they were wet, before quickly jogging over to the car to find some conveniently placed clothes, which he grabbed under his arm, and ran off to find the nearest place he could change. He'd found cover in an old bar, quickly changing in the bathrooms as not to cause any suspicion about his burnt and mangled clothes. Walking out of the toilets Clark approached the front counter with an easy, but mostly fake smile at the young woman behind the counter who smiled right back.
"Hi, I was just wondering if I could make a quick call? My phone got completely drenched in the rain." He lied and the girl threw a suspicious look into the backroom of the bar. "I'm not meant to…" She said trailing off as her boss walked out a back door, a packet of cigarettes in his hand. "Okay, but make it quick. It takes him five minutes to smoke one." She said and directed him to the backroom. Clark thanked the girl and waited until she was out of hearing range to dial. He placed the phone to his ear and waited as a fuzzy ringing sound went off in his ear. The phone rung three times before it was picked up.
"Hello this is Jemma Fields?" a female voice said down the line and Clark couldn't help but smile to himself. He was the only one who ever called her phone and yet she always answered it this way.
"It's Clark… There was a situation on the ship, I had to leave." He told her and he could practically hear Jemma worrying.
"What? Where are you now?" She questioned him after a pause. And Clark looked around the office, finding a map of the state pinned to the wall with the town having been circled.
"Some place called Yarmouth, I'm in Canada." He said and Jemma sighed loudly.
"I'm still in Virginia! Where you left me!" Jemma grumbled and muttered something about the cold that made Clark smile. "Wait for me there, I'll meet you." She told him with some finality and Clark saw the girl from the bar peek around the corner telling him to finish up.
"Okay, will do. Jemma I have to go." Clark told her distractedly as he listened in for the bar manager as he finished up his cigarette.
"Yes, ok. Keep me updated if you move again okay? Love you." She said quickly and Clark could vaguely hear on the other end of the phone someone yelling for her to get back to work.
"Love you too." He replied with a smile and hung up quickly, placing the phone back on the set and making his way out to the front of the bar again just as the manager entered the building. Clark smiled cheekily at the girl behind the cashier and winked at her as he left the bar.
It took Jemma two weeks to hitchhike up to Canada and then a further four days to get to Nova Scotia, but she was welcomed happily when she did arrive. Clark had found himself working at the very bar he'd made the phone call from and had managed to get his boss to hire Jemma as well when she arrived. Now that Clark had told Jemma everything they had worked to try and find something, anything that could give Clark information about who he was. They traveled around strategically, going to towns where there had been apparent UFO sightings or anything really. Most of the time the sightings where a dead end but occasionally they would lead to other things, like in this town.
Clark was clearing tables quickly, ready to be done with the day and Jemma sat at the bar on her break, sipping at a cup of water and chatting to the other girl who was working, Chrissy. As he bent down to pick up a straw that had fallen to the floor he heard the soft giggling of the two women and quickly stood up straight again, making his way over to the end of the bar, setting down a tray of dirty cups and wiping the out with a cloth. He looked up at Chrissy as she left to deliver drinks, smiling at her as she left the bar, winking at Jemma who only rolled her eyes and began to hum to the tune of the song the girl on the guitar was singing. That was when he heard some of the military folk who had come in start talking about something the army had found.
"…They said they found something strange in EImsmere…"
"I know it's crazy right? The Americans are there too, lots of them." One man said, looking between his friends. Clark listened intently until another conversation caught his attention.
"Back off Ludlow. I'm serious." Chrissy said a bit loudly cause both Clark and Jemma to turn and look, the former of which curled her lip in disgust as Ludlow grabbed Chrissy's ass and Jemma motioned for Clark to do something.
"Knock it off!" The Waitress said as she slapped the man's hand away but he was too quick and grabbed her arms, pulling on her. "C'mon! Sit down…"
Ludlow let go when a large hand landed on his shoulder and Clark glared at him.
"Hey, leave her alone man." He said evenly and for a moment the other man only stared at him until he quickly stood up, whipping his cap off and throwing it at some glasses, causing them to fall and smash. Clark looked uncomfortable as the man got up in his face.
"Or what? Tough Guy?" Ludlow asked challengingly and Clark could only stare at the ground in fear of burning the guy's brains out. Assuming he had any.
"Or, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said, finally looking at Ludlow as the other man got even more in his face.
"I think I'll just leave when I'm good and ready…" He said before throwing the contents of his drink in Clark's face. That was when Jemma stood up and marched over to them, slightly pushing Clark out of the way as she went. She balled her fist and punched him square in the jaw, making him fall back a few steps as his hand came to his mouth. Clark wouldn't hit him, but that didn't mean she had the same restrictions. "You little bitch!" Ludlow said and made to shove her but Jemma found herself suddenly staring at Clark's back as the man instead made contact with him, practically bouncing off of his chest. Jemma could tell just by his body language that Clark wasn't at all calm with the man anymore, the only thing stopping him from doing anything else was Chrissy's sudden appearance at his side, tugging on his arm.
"It's not worth it Sweetie…" She told him quietly. Jemma placed her hand on his other arm in a silent motion to retreat. Clark began to calm at her touch and slowly removed his apron, turning and beginning to walk away, Jemma closely at his side, her hand still on his arm, when Ludlow spoke again.
"Hey asshole, you forgot your tip." He said with a sneer and threw his empty can at the back of Clark's head. The man stopped in his tracks for a moment and Jemma seriously considered turning around and decking him again but she didn't see how it would do either of them any good. She pulled on his hand and led him out the door.
When they reached the motel they were staying in, Jemma made to unlock the door when a large hand covered her own. "You shouldn't have hit him…" Clark said, although his tone didn't imply that he was all that upset she had. He just sounded tired. "No, I shouldn't have. But I did, and it felt good." Jemma replied, unlocking the door and walking inside, turning the lights on as Clark closed the door with a sigh. She turned and inspected him, his clothes were old and worn and now soaked with beer and his expression told her that he was still mad.
"Hey, come here…" She said as she approached the rather menacing looking man and embraced him, getting on her absolute tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. Clark held her around her waist, lifting her slightly and burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent and smiling to himself.
"Better?" Jemma asked after a moment, pulling away slightly to look up at him. Clark stared down at her with a look she could barely read, but had come to know as his 'I love you lots and lots' face. With a smile she kissed him lightly before pulling out of his arms completely walking to their bed, beginning to strip off as she did so, Clark attempting to look anywhere but at her.
"What are you doing?" He asked slightly panicked and Jemma laughed. They had seen each other naked plenty of times, but Clark was still awkward with casual nudity. With a cheeky grin Jemma wrapped her towel around her self.
"I'm having a shower… You coming?" She winked and Clark looked straight at her trying to determine her seriousness. When he had concluded that she was, in fact, being serious Clark straightened a little attempting to run his hands through his hair but realizing that it was all sticky from the beer. Jemma noticed the movement and smiled genuinely at him adoringly.
"I'll wash your hair for you…" She tempted and squealed when in less than a second she found herself cover by Clark's shirt on her head. She laughed and threw the shirt off, chasing him into the bathroom as he discarded his clothes haphazardly on the floor.
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