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Anartica

He had to have one.

You can't be Superman without one.

A Fortress of Solitude, carved out of ice, ready and waiting for... what?

Clark has spent some time pondering it, and he's no closer to the answer. He has nothing here. Well, nothing except Charlie, and bringing her into a building made of ice might not be the best idea. However, a close examination of his landing spot did reveal the first two pieces of memorabilia for his secret home. The remains of his sun forcing armor, no longer needed now that he's under his own home sun. And a yellow ring with accompanying lantern. Sinestro insisted he have one, despite not needing it. Still, it looks good where it is.

A quick trip to Paris added a third item. A piece of the Eiffel Tower, melted into slag by a fierce heat. He can't help but smile, looking over it. And then it's back home.

Cooper Farm

Perhaps too quickly. He seems to have pulled a touch of the artic wind with him, a small patch of grass frosting over as he lands. He pauses, looking about him, his face impassive as usual. There is so much he could do... but what should he do?

((OOC:Feel free to intercept Clark at any point in his journey.))

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She bites her lip. "If you want, but I know how guys get around frilly, pink girl stuff."

Clark glances down at his hands. "I'm just,. y'know, happy to be around you."

She climbs out of the car at that point, and walks around to the sidewalk, waiting for him.

"Can I ask why?" At least she's stopped thinking of herself as a freak in the last few months.

He climbs out after her. "You can ask. Not sure I cvould tell you." A bit of it is she reminds him of Laurie. The sex is also a major factor. But that's not really it at all, and he knows it.

"No, it's okay. I was just hoping for an easy answer." Because, really, why look a gift ~~horse~~ alien in the mouth, right? At least he likes being around her as much as she likes being around him.

"You can come shopping."

"So long as you try on something sexy for me too." He slides his hand into hers as they walk along, mentally marveling at the feel of it.

"Sexy? Clark, I'm fat." Yes, that is vanity speaking. Lovely, healthy vanity. Apparently he's good for her. And his hand dwarfs hers, no matter how warm and comfortable it feels.

Their first, and probably only, stop is a maternity store just down the street. Charlie makes a beeline for the more demure section.

"No, you're pregnant. It's gorgeous." He blushes, but follows her anyways.

And now she's blushing too, but tries to ignore it in favor of holding up a few tops, cut at the waist to accomodate growing bellies, and decides on red, blue and purple.

Clark nods. "I like red on you."

Beam. "Okay. Go pick out something you like in red."

Clark goes looking, finally coming back with something likely inappropriate. A little red thing that will cover her top, but not her belly.

Well, that will turn her cheeks almost the exact same hue as the top, but since Charlie told him to pick something out ...

She'll buy it.

Clark grins. It doesn't matter what she looks like, she'll always be beautiful to him.

Charlie sticks out her tongue, pays for her purchases and heads back outside, holding the bag and the address of an inexpensive clothing store that has a selection of maternity wear on the other side of downtown.

Since losing her space isn't an option, she decides to walk.

Clark walks besides her. "This world is... nice."

"Nice? What world?" There's a high degree of probability she looks confused.

"I mean, I know everythings gone down hill, but over all.." He shrugs. It has her in it, it's perfect.

"Yeah, I kind of like it too." In Charlie's case, it's the first time in a long while she's allowed to lie somewhat normally.

"What... what do you want out of life?"

"Safety." It's instinctive. "A safe place, I mean. Somewhere I can be myself and not have to worry about people dragging me back to the Shop for tests and re-education. I found that here. Before, I didn't think having a family was possible, but it is now. I want that. I'm working on a nursery for the baby."

Charlie shrugs. "The nice, boring stuff that everyone takes for granted, I guess."

"No ones going to take you anywhere you don't wanna go. I'll stop them."

"As far as I can tell, this world doesn't have the Shop." Although the Office of Domestic Security, what's physically left of it, may have come close.

"Okay, your turn. What do you want?"

Edited 2009-06-08 13:47 (UTC)

"...I want to make a difference." Gazing into the distance. "I want to be a hero. And, I want you, of course."

"You do, you are, and I'm here."

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