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Jason had spent the next week laying low. He had stayed in the suburbs for a few days with a distant cousin before heading back into the city again once the fuss had died down and everybody had moved onto the next robbery. God, it was a dirty fucking city. But once he was back, he went to the meetup point and sure enough a big black bag of cash was soon on his shoulder again. With it, he finally had the peace of mind to check back into a decent hotel and finally concentrate on tracking down the woman he managed to become infatuated with in the three hours they had spent together.

Thankfully he had connections in the business he had kept in touch with. Normally it would’ve been for a job, but this time it was different. But nobody needed to know that as he was given the several bits of CCTV footage. And, call it fate or destiny, but she was staying not that far from his hotel. What was his play, though? Knock on her door? Ambush her as she left? Or throw caution to the wind and just turn up? On the one hand he didn’t want to be labelled a stalker or a creep, but on the other there was just something that he couldn’t put his finger on about the girl. He wanted to know more and he had enough regrets in his life to not do this.

And so he stood up from his laptop and threw caution to the wind as he drove to her apartment, managing to gain access upstairs by chatting up the receptionist. People could be so fickle. Once upstairs, it took him nothing to override the locks. To think technology would be more secure but he would have found more difficulty with three different manual locks instead. As he entered he could almost immediately tell it was hers, it smelled like the same perfume she wore before.

Hearing the shower go in the distance, he approached her bedroom, leaning on the wall as he didn’t want to intrude. Jason could’ve left, but he didn’t, so eager to see her again. And he had his fingers crossed she wouldn’t just sock him in the face and stab him in the guts.

At last she stepped out of the shower and a grin painted his face. With his arms crossed, he shrugged. “I’ve been in the business long enough to know how to override security systems, Darling.” He cocked his head, taking in her form. “You did say we should see each other again, and well, I had this Tuesday free, so...” He spoke nonchalantly, though his smile spoke otherwise. “I can always leave, come back another time if you’re busy.”

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 Clark didn’t return home until two in the morning. There was a dysfunctional plane on the other side of the world that he had caught, and then a train derailment, not to mention the bank robbery in Midtown. Needless to say, he was exhausted. After peeling off his suit and draping it over a chair, he climbed into bed beside Lois, careful not to wake her as he tried to catch a few hours of sleep.

His body had something of an internal alarm clock, as he awoke at six thirty on the dot, rolling onto his back with a sigh. Turning his head to face his fiancée, he smiled upon realizing that she was still asleep. Sitting up quietly, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching in affectionate fascination as she slept. He grinned as she opened her eyes, laughing softly at the apparent confusion in her gaze. “Because even—no, especially—in the mornings, you’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

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     she could not even voice how grateful she was that her father was let out of the castle, how grateful she was that her host turned out to be more than jut a scary face. more than a MONSTER. But still, even with such exquisite company around the castle she could not help but feel the deep, cutting loneliness as she sat on the window seat of her room and gazed out into the darkness of the night.

       belle tried to be as quiet as possible, tried to keep all the sounds to a minimum - it was her little pity-party, no one else should hear that. The dark haired woman wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand, chuckling sadly to herself at how silly she was behaving. She had made new friends. She had a roof above her head and she knew her father was safe - what more could she possibly need?

         with that thought in her head Belle stood up, still dressed in her thin, white nightgown with only a thick shawl pulled over her shoulders to keep her warm - she made her way out of her bedroom and towards the kitchens, hoping to grab a glass of milk without waking up the staff.

         “—oh.” The young woman gasped in surprise as the door she opened hit something and she looked around it, only to see a familiar, large and towering above her head, silhouette. She immadiately knew why he was here. He must have heard her crying. ( Stupid, Belle )

         “Should you not be sleeping?”

For The Beast, it still was not that late. Rather, this was arguably the time of the day in which he was always most alert. Throughout the years he had found himself dozing during the day, at the point where the sun begins to break through the haze filling the eastern sky, and mournfully roaming the castle and the surrounding grounds during the latest parts of the night.

Like a wild animal.

He could hear her footsteps, aware that she wasn’t asleep as he made his way through the castle. It wasn’t like her to be up so late. She often kept to the same schedule she had supposedly held when she had lived on the outskirts of the village, going to bed early and waking with the sun, often to be found in the library after his...cat nap.

The Beast wasn’t entirely sure that she would seek his attentions, and debated whether to check on her as he stopped in front of her door. The issue resolved itself when the door opened and smacked him-it would have hurt if he had been human he mused.

“I... I am sorry,” he said to Belle. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I... well I typically do not sleep during the actual evenings, and I was exploring.”

Dare he ask her why her eyes were red, the skin beneath puffy. Or was he the cause of such tears, despite their budding friendship?

“What is keeping you awake?”

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Belle had scared him, when he had first seen her hobble up the steps of the castle, blood decorating her side. It seemed as though the entire household had swarmed to get her inside, to get her cleaned up and to have the physician look over her.

But whatever breath he had been holding in escaped him as he ripped open her dress to see that whatever she had managed to hurt herself on was only a scratch.

“Probably not very comfortable for the next few days, but you will live,” Adam managed, glancing at her. “How did you even manage this?”

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Six days was not normally a long time in the grand scheme of things; it was like the blink of an eye. And yet, Clark found it increasingly difficult to think only of the grand scheme of things of late. Every moment, every hour, every day he viewed in microcosm, having learned not to take any of them for granted. Although, as far as he knew, he was invulnerable, his battle with Zod had put things firmly in perspective, and his relationship with Lois had even more so. So, while six days objectively may not have been long, to Clark it felt like an eternity. He was both happy for her and proud of her for having been given such an important assignment. She was the best journalist of their time; he was convinced. He was constantly in awe of her skill and her never-ending search for truth, even when, on many occasions, it endangered her life. She was the bravest person he knew, and he loved her more than anything. He called her every night, but that didn’t mean he still didn’t miss her like hell. So, the sixth night, he decided to fly to her after one of his patrols. He landed gently on the balcony attached to her hotel room, smiling warmly as he saw her emerge from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. “Evening, Miss Lane.” he greeted her teasingly, chuckling at her lighthearted rebuke. “Normal is so boring.” he dismissed airily, stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him. Once he had, he immediately drew her into his arms, claiming her lips in a fervent kiss. “I missed you.” he murmured breathlessly, his hand tracing her cheek.

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“That certainly doesn’t sound like nothing.” Clark countered, shutting his laptop and moving it to the coffee table. “No, but the flu can be deadly. And don’t even think about trying to go in tomorrow.” he added unflinchingly, standing up and starting toward the kitchen. “It’s fine. I’m a fast typist.” Clark waved away her comment as he started gathering the ingredients he needed. “I’ve never gotten sick before. The closest thing was when I was near the World Engine.” he recounted with a shrug. “I don’t think I even can get sick.”

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can we also agree that Lois is this kind of a person that will slap Clark's ass when she just casually walks by? Him doing dishes in the kitchen? *Slap* on her way to grab some coffee. Him standing, talking with their colleagues at work? *slap* with an innocent smile on her face as she walks by. bc let's face it. Clark does have a NICE ass. ( multirem )

This is 100% canon.