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It wasn't how he'd planned on doing things. He'd planned on telling Ilya about his idea, breaking it to him gently along with the news of his new job in Metropolis. He'd planned on showing him the costume, letting him see how it looked, warning him so that he didn't have a heart attack when the intel got to him.

And then a plane had nearly landed in the middle of Metropolis and he hadn't had the time.

So now he looked at the news cameras and the excited cellphone snapshots with a vague wince as he let out a deep sigh of relief that he'd managed to balance the weight of the plane just so to bring it down without any casualties...

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He had miraculously managed to doze off but came to wakefulness immediately as his phone buzzed. Gaby? What had happened? "Yes?" he said as he pressed the phone to his ear. Brusque as always, a little guarded.

If he was being called back in, if someone was trying to end the world today, when he was finally going to visit Clark, they were going to regret it.

"I was told that you took this assignment on your own. Are you cross with me? Or just with the cowboy?"

She didn't like not being in on things, which was why she was going directly to the source.

Well, it did not seem he was being pulled from this assignment, but this might be almost as bad. "Is fact-finding mission," he said with a shrug. "Did not think either of you needed to be bothered. Not many facts to find yet."

"I find it curious, that you would think that a lack of information means that there is nothing to find. That would make me more suspicious."

"Yes," he said immediately, "that is why I am going. Am suspicious that agents in Metropolis are not turning up more information. Will let you know what I find."

It might not suffice. But it was good enough for now, and even if they chased him down, he had a head start, and a bolt hole in the form of Clark's apartment.

There was silence on the line for a long moment, long enough that it might have sounded like he'd been disconnected. But then--

"Let us know what you find."

"You will be my first call," Illya promised, with just a bit of relief. At least they would let it go for now.

"And if you need backup."

And it very much sounded as if she expected that second one. Perhaps not that it would be necessary, but that they would be called in.

It took a great, even monumental effort to keep himself from snorting a laugh at that idea. Backup, to help with Clark? He hadn't needed it so far, and he didn't see that changing any time soon. "Fine," he said briskly, then meaningfully, "goodbye, Gaby."

"I will find out," she informed him in a slight huff before hanging up.

She wasn't about to let him hang up on her, after all.

"Ugh." He tucked the phone back into his pocket with a thunderous expression. Naturally she would follow up on this. She could not simply let him have secrets. Gaby and Solo had probably flipped a coin to see which of them would get to make that phone call.

The rest of the train journey was uneventful. Illya managed to fall into a light doze again, while still aware of his surroundings. It was enough to make him feel rested by the time the train pulled into the station at Metropolis. Clark would find him, he knew as he stepped down with only a small bag and sauntered toward the main terminal.

This felt so ordinary. It was as if they were two normal people.

They were two normal people. They were just two normal people who happened to be a spy and a superpowered alien. A superpowered alien who knew better than to sneak up on his boyfriend, no matter how much he wanted to, and decided instead to wave from the seating area as he straightened his glasses and gave a sunshine-bright smile.

He always had a general awareness of his surroundings, but then he spotted Clark and everything paled in comparison. He might have walked just a little faster to get to him, and his first proper smile came at the sight of those glasses. "Hope you did not wait long, angel."

He shook his head immediately before leaning in and stealing a kiss from Ilya's lips.

"Come on, handsome. Follow me."

He was more than happy to follow, sticking close to Clark's side as he glanced around, automatically absorbing details about the Metropolis train terminal. He'd be growing familiar with it, he hoped.

"Did we decide where you are stealing me off to, or is this a surprise?"

He looked back with a little smile, and maybe his disguise didn't work that much because he couldn't keep the sun out of his smile.

"I'm bringing you back to my apartment," he informed him, "where you can get some rest. And later, I'm taking you out to dinner."

"Hm. Think I like this plan. Have been wanting to see your apartment," Illya said lightly, leaning just barely into him. He would give him a proper greeting once they had arrived there.

Then afterward, he could get the tour. If there was still time before Clark needed to return to work.

Clark just smiled back at him without another word before leading him to a little red Honda Civic that had seen better days. He popped the trunk for Ilya.

"I like this."

Picking him up at the train station. Kissing and holding each other in public. Being a couple where people could see.

Illya put his bag in the trunk and then caught Clark in a quick, tight hug around the waist. "I like this too," he murmured, releasing him and circling to the other side to climb in.

Clark had a car. It was such an odd thought, picturing Clark commuting to work in a line of stop-and-start rush hour traffic. Stuck at red lights.

Clark definitely had a car. It was an old red honda that had seen better days, but it was a car. It even started up.

"Come on. Get in and I'll get you home and hopefully, the little food cart will be downstars so you can grab something on the way in."

It was perfect for an up-and-coming print reporter just starting to make a name for himself. Illya got in, unable to shake the little smile that seemed to arrive whenever Clark did.

"Your neighbors?" he asked as they started off. "Have you met them? What do you think?"

"They're all pretty nice," he admitted as he pulled out of the parking spot, "there's a place across from mine that's empty, a young couple with a new baby downstairs, and a few scattered independents and oddballs in the rest of the building. It's a pretty small place, honestly.

"Sounds like it suits you," Illya said thoughtfully. "Could be like a small community." Or maybe just quiet people who mind their own business. Either way, it would suit Clark. And of course he would manage to find a place like that in Metropolis so soon after arriving there.

Illya was looking forward to seeing it, even beyond looking forward to helping Clark break it in. The thought of that added a little curl of heat to his smile as he glanced over at him, then out the window, taking note of the route from the station to Clark's building.

Clark couldn't help but catch that little smile and his cheeks went just a little red as he took the exit towards his apartment. It wasn't exactly in the center of the city, as it were, but that was one of the reasons he could afford it, after all.

Even after all this time, it was so easy for him to prompt a blush.

Conversation turned to the train trip, and Illya voiced his complaints about the woman who had been eavesdropping on their conversation. "Switching to Russian helped," he admitted, "but I am not certain she did not just keep listening. Tsch, and then Gaby called me to yell at me for taking mission without her and Cowboy."

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