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Two months go by very quickly in Metropolis, especially when you also branch out to neighboring cities and lend an anonymous hand when something big happens, like a quake near Star City. Clark is perfectly aware that Oliver can protect his hometown like nobody's business. But there is a distinct difference between shutting down white slavers and drug runners, and picking up the pieces in the surrounding towns when the earth opens up beneath you.
That's where the Blur comes in, spends a couple of days cleaning up the worst of the messes, and then vanishes again back to the Big Apricot. Back to keeping an eye on people he still cares about, despite the number of times he's tried to exorcize them from his mind, and watching the other CEO of Queen-Luthor Enterprises when he's pretty sure she's not looking.
It's a lonely existence, but at least Clark is getting better at the hero business. A lot better, to judge by the briefly seen streak across the skies above the city as he heads back towards his farm. Despite his intention to pack up and leave Kansas completely for the duration of his break, somehow he couldn't make himself sign the lease over to Ben Hubbard, and instead found himself playing farmer whenever the Blue wasn't needed. And not one person, aside from the neighbors he sees infrequently anyway, has come calling.
Not Oliver, dividing his time between California and Kansas. Not Chloe, determined to maintain her illusion of 'beacon home' for the wayward League. Not AC, although to be fair, he's off in the Atlantic somewhere, dealing with late summer hurricanes. And certainly not Tess, though she is on his mind the next morning, while cleaning up and preparing for his first day back at work in the late July heat. It's odd - he knows she's the least trustworthy of his associates, and yet she's been the most honest with him. Well, for varying definitions of honest. Still, he takes pains to arrive on time, work suit pressed and subdued, press badge neatly affixed to a breast pocket.
He takes a solitary ride up to the floor holding her office, announces himself to the vigilant blond he knows is more than an ordinary secretary, and waits to be seen.
That's where the Blur comes in, spends a couple of days cleaning up the worst of the messes, and then vanishes again back to the Big Apricot. Back to keeping an eye on people he still cares about, despite the number of times he's tried to exorcize them from his mind, and watching the other CEO of Queen-Luthor Enterprises when he's pretty sure she's not looking.
It's a lonely existence, but at least Clark is getting better at the hero business. A lot better, to judge by the briefly seen streak across the skies above the city as he heads back towards his farm. Despite his intention to pack up and leave Kansas completely for the duration of his break, somehow he couldn't make himself sign the lease over to Ben Hubbard, and instead found himself playing farmer whenever the Blue wasn't needed. And not one person, aside from the neighbors he sees infrequently anyway, has come calling.
Not Oliver, dividing his time between California and Kansas. Not Chloe, determined to maintain her illusion of 'beacon home' for the wayward League. Not AC, although to be fair, he's off in the Atlantic somewhere, dealing with late summer hurricanes. And certainly not Tess, though she is on his mind the next morning, while cleaning up and preparing for his first day back at work in the late July heat. It's odd - he knows she's the least trustworthy of his associates, and yet she's been the most honest with him. Well, for varying definitions of honest. Still, he takes pains to arrive on time, work suit pressed and subdued, press badge neatly affixed to a breast pocket.
He takes a solitary ride up to the floor holding her office, announces himself to the vigilant blond he knows is more than an ordinary secretary, and waits to be seen.