Memory Lane. Chapter 3. Meet the Parents

Buffy and Clark sat on the couch while Mr. and Mrs. Kent sat looking at them. They were in the middle of one of those awkward silences that sometimes happen when there is so much to say, and no idea how to say it. So far Clark had tried to explain his amnesia to his parents, it was difficult because certain elements in the story included both Buffy and Clarks unique abilities. Clark had no idea if his parents knew about him or not and he had promised to keep Buffy's secret as well.

Looking down Buffy realized that Clark's parents were noticing that Clarks' hand had claimed her own at some point. She wasn't sure if they approved or not. Buffy wasn't sure if she approved or not, but he was only holding her hand. It's not like a declaration of undying love. Of course, that kiss earlier had been something that could have almost had her running for the hills...almost. It was so innocent and yet Buffy couldn't help the blush that came to her face as she remembered it.

"I should probably let you all get caught up." Buffy stated thinking that they would never be able to really talk while she was there. She had a feeling the Kent's were bursting with things to say and ask but were holding back because of her.

"I think I'll just be going now."

"Oh, Buffy you don't need to run off. You should stay for dinner." Martha stated.

"Yes, it's the least thing we can do to thank you for returning our son to us." Mr. Kent added.

Buffy hesitated at that point, the scents in the air were making her mouth water. Martha had been making pot roast with carrots, onions and potatoes. There was also the scents of homemade peach pie and peach ice cream filling the air. The combination of meat, cinnamon and peaches were driving her slayer sense of smell crazy. Her slayer metabolism was in overdrive and ready to eat.

"I would love to, but it is getting late and if I'm going to find a place to stay for the night I really should be going." Buffy stated and she could have kicked herself for doing so. She hadn't had a good home cooked meal in a long, long time. She had a feeling that even compared to her mother's worthy efforts Martha's cooking would be like nothing she had ever had before. Joyce tried but she had gone from a socialite wife to an art gallery curator, she had never really had the time or inclination to really get into the art of homemaking.

"Buffy, we would be honored to have you stay with us."

Clark could see Buffy hesitating not sure if it was really ok. "Please stay Buffy." He whispered so softly she wouldn't have heard if not for her slayer hearing.

"I really don't want to intrude." Buffy stated more for propriety sake. Then she smiled. "Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble."

"We wouldn't hear of you going anywhere else." Jonathan Kent stated reassuringly.

"Thank you." Buffy smiled. She actually was looking forward to getting to know Martha and Mr. Kent better, not to mention Clark.

It has nothing to do with the kiss. She told herself firmly. Clark is my friend and I want to get to know him better. It has nothing to do with the kiss at all.

It was at least partly true. She was very curious about Clark and wanted to learn as much as she could before it was time to say goodbye.

It was going to be hard to move on again. Maybe she could stick around for a while. She wondered what kind of supernatural problems Smallville had, if any. Maybe Smallville could use a Slayer?

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