Clark Kent (
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agoodyarn2016-11-22 09:33 am
for Dick: A different sort of meeting
It was an opportune moment, the circus coming to town. It didn't happen every year, but every year that it did, the school of veterinary sciences made sure that they got a chance to send their students in to deal with some of the more 'exotic' animals. Haley's Circus was good enough to cooperate, as much for the fine press it gave them as for the free medical care for their creatures.
Which was why third year Clark Kent was frowning at one of the elephants and, after looking around to make sure that no one was watching, reaching down to carefully lift one of her legs to get a glance at the bottom of her foot.
"Shhh, girl, I just want to see if that is what it looks like."
Which was why third year Clark Kent was frowning at one of the elephants and, after looking around to make sure that no one was watching, reaching down to carefully lift one of her legs to get a glance at the bottom of her foot.
"Shhh, girl, I just want to see if that is what it looks like."

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"Which place do you like best? Of all the places you've been..."
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And he goes to eat a piece of pizza before realizing how that could be taken.
"Just... to make sure you know. I think you're really cool? But I don't want to join the circus because of you. If you were worried about it."
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"Hey, I know that, you know that, but I'm sure someone's said something ridiculous." He tips his head towards Dick.
"I mean, have you looked in a mirror lately?"
But he's teasing. Mostly. You can tell by how he goes back to his pizza.
"It's not a phase, I guess, is what I'm trying to say."
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"That's good. Though I'd wait to decide that entirely until you've actually traveled with us for a bit." After all, everybody had their ideas of what being part of a circus was like.
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"And if the circus doesn't work out, I'm probably going to do something similar. Staying in one place... isn't really an option for me."
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Dick hums and nods. "Some people are like that. Got the wandering gene, I suppose. Dad's always said that it's something I came by naturally."
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"I think I come by it honestly. Not my dad so much. He never really wanted to leave Smallville. But my mom always talked about all kinds of places. It might be nice to send her pictures from some of them."
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He scratches behind one ear.
"I haven't told her my idea yet. I mean, I think she'll be happy as long as I'm happy, my dad too. But you know how it is with parents."
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"My mom does the books for the farm ever since the one winter when things were rough. Unfortunately, I got my dad's talent for numbers. Hence vet school."
Which is vastly different but it's a little easier to explain than the truth.
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"I just..." he glances out of the trailer for a moment and Dick won't know it, but he's checking in on the elephant he'd helped today.
"They're so helpless. Someone's got to look out for them."
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The evening continues in that vein, light chatter interspersed with the two of them finishing up the meal. Then there's a long period where they just talk, laid out in the trailer, sucking down a few bottles of water. By the end of the evening, Clark's more relieved than he can say that Dick wants his address and phone number. And the fact that he gets a goodnight kiss almost has him floating to his car in a very literal sense.
The intervening near-year or so before he finishes everything up, makes the arrangements, and sets up his life with the circus is filled with post cards and phonecalls and lots and lots of texts. Clark has to get a new phone in the interim if only to be able to save all the pictures that Dick actually sends him; he won't delete any of them, after all.
And when he finally gets there with his beat up old truck and his tiny trailer (it was the best his parents had been able to do and really, it wasn't so bad considering he had most of his 'things' on his laptop and his equipment was stored with the animals) well... it does, in a sense, feel like coming home. He goes to park his 'house' over next to Dick's, as Haley had instructed. Because the man wasn't stupid, after all.
Now it's a matter of finding Dick...
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And, honestly, not on the day when they're all expecting Clark to be joining them.
So the choices, then, tend to be either his own trailer, his parents' trailer which is nearby or the big top itself. It turns out to be the latter this time, because there is a performance and a little bit more practice never hurts. Nothing too much, just a couple of passes, but it's nice to get a chance to fly.
His father is the one who sees Clark first, grinning and shouting something up to his son in a language that Clark probably doesn't know. Dick, having just finished his last pass, looks down and shouts something back before hugging his mother and scrambling down the ladder to the trapeze platforms. He grins at Clark. "Hey. You made it!"
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But that's not his focus, not in the least. No, he's staring over at Dick as he makes his way down and, once he has, pulling him over for a kiss. It has been way too damn long.
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After all, the ensuing year since their first, tentative kiss outside Dick's trailer has only led to certainty for Dick. Which is why he wraps his arms around Clark, holding him close as he tilts his head into the kiss.
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"So. It's official. I'm a part of the circus. Got my own little trailer and everything. Should I leave you to your practice or do you have a few minutes for Dr. Kent?"
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