Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the BtVS universe, nor in the Smallville universe. They both belong to people a lot smarter and richer than I am. This story is not a challenge to those copyrights in any way. Please don’t sue meJ
Pairings: W/T, B/C, X/A
Spoilers: Up to Family for BtVS…Nothing really for Smallville…Everyone is still there…so this is before the S3 ending.
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“And remember. We’ll be just a phone call away if you should need anything.” Jonathan said to his son. He had a hand on Clarks shoulder and was smiling.
“I’ll be fine, dad. Really. I just wish you could come with me.” Clark said, looking at his parents. “She really wants to see you too.”
Martha Kent smiled warmly. “I’m sure she does, and she knows she is welcome anytime she wants to come, but your father and I have other obligations right now…tell her we really want her to come for Christmas, though.” She said as Clark climbed onto the bus.
Smiling down at his parents, Clark nodded. “I will. But I don’t think that will be a big selling point…she is Jewish, you know.” He said.
Martha furrowed her brow and looked at Jonathan. “She is?” she whispered.
Jonathan just chuckled and shook his head. “Yes. Ira was Jewish so Sheila converted, that would make Willow Jewish.”
Martha just shrugged. “Well than tell her to come for Hanukkah.”
Clark shook his head. “Bye, I’ll call when I get in.”
The bus pulled out of the station and headed for it’s first stop in Metropolis before heading to California. He had a thirteen-hour trip ahead of him, one he could have made in a few minutes if his dad had let him. But he listened to his father and decided to take the bus. Peering out the window, he watched the scenery go by and was lulled to sleep by the rhythmic movement of the bus on the well-traveled pavement.
Willow scanned her room again, frowning. She knew she had left the letter somewhere. She was usually more organized than this and it was starting to frustrate her. She turned to her girlfriend on the bed and frowned. “Are you sure you haven’t seen it?” she asked the blonde again.
Tara glanced up from her art book and smiled. “I just saw it when you showed it to me.” She said patiently. It was the fifth time Willow had asked her and the fifth time she had said no. It was also the fifth time she would offer to help look. “You want me to help you look for it?” she asked, grinning.
Willow waved her offer off absently as she searched the desk again. “No. You have to study for that test. I’ll find it.” She mumbled.
Tara sighed and closed the book on her knees, slowly unfurling her shapely legs as she rose from the bed. “Have you searched the dresser?” she asked.
Willow looked up. “Why would I look there?”
Tara grinned, holding up an envelope and waving it. “Cause that’s where we keep the real mail, as opposed to the junk we toss out.” She smiled.
Willow squealed and ran over, reaching for the letter only to have Tara jerk it away.
“Uh-uh…is there some sort of reward for finding this?” Tara asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Willow bit her lip and nodded. “The lucky lady wins a kiss.” She said, leaning in capturing the blonde’s lips with her own, melding them into a deep and sensual kiss. Tara moaned and reached up, cupping Willow’s face in her free hand.
Breaking the kiss, Willow took the letter and smiled, giving Tara another quick kiss. “Thank you baby.” She whispered.
Tara just stood there smiling and sighed. “Anything else you need to find?”
Willow smiled broadly. “I’ll let you know.”
Tara nodded and went back to the bed, scooping up her art book. “So what time does he get in?”
Willow opened the letter and quickly scanned the contents, her smile falling. “Oh goddess.” She mumbled.
Tara looked up. “Baby?”
“He gets in tonight at 8.” Willow said, looking at Tara.
The blonde looked at the clock and then went to the phone, quickly dialing a number. She waited before someone answered. “Hey Dawnie. Is Buffy there?” she looked at Willow and saw the redhead smiling. “Hey Buffy. Willow’s cousin is coming in on the eight o’clock bus tonight…wanna play escort?” she asked, biting her lip before breaking into a smile. “Thank you Buffy. Yes, I’ll tell her. Thanks. Bye.”
Willow stood there, her eyebrows raised in expectation. “Well?”
“She said yes. But you owe her.” Tara said. “So…we have about an hour…what do you wanna do?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave as she peered into her girlfriend’s eyes.
Willow made a squeaking noise as she watched Tara approach, letting the letter fall from her fingertips as she closed her eyes and felt the blondes lips take possession of her own.
Willow was biting her lip as she watched the passengers get off the bus. She tried scanning the faces through the window, looking for her cousin. She hadn’t seen him since he was five and she was seven, but they had stayed in constant contact. Unlike her other relatives, Clark Kent was not a technophobe. They had emailed each other, sent pictures and talked for hours on chat programs. She felt closer to him than she did her own parents. Willow sighed, now feeling a little depressed. She was brought out of her reverie by Buffy spitting her coffee out and coughing as she tried to breathe.
“Great googlie-mooglies Will!” Buffy stammered, staring at the man now walking off the bus. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting, but well-worn jeans, a red t-shirt and over that a plaid flannel shirt. He carried a gym bag hanging on his hand, which was laid on his shoulder. He had a tousled head of dark hair and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. And his smile was captivating, his teeth almost an unnatural white.
Willow looked up and squealed, running at the man. She jumped and sailed the last few feet, crashing into the man and began kissing him all over his face.
Buffy looked at Tara and raised an eyebrow.
Tara sighed dramatically and stuck her bottom lip out. “It was good while it lasted.” She said, draping the back of her hand over her forehead as she piteously wailed.
Buffy covered her mouth and tried to stifle a laugh.
Willow led the now blushing Clark over to her friends. “Clark, this is my best friend in the whole wide world, Buffy Summers.” She bubbled excitedly.
“You’re the cousin.” Buffy said, taking Clarks hand and shaking. “Nice to put a face to the face…name…I meant name.” She corrected, not realizing that she had increased her grip. “And it’s a nice face…not that I was looking, cause…I mean, I saw you…” she said, closing her eyes. Her grip tightened and she yelped, jumping back when she realized what she was doing. She was squeezing his hand hard enough to almost break it. She was about to apologize, profusely, when she saw Clark was just smiling.
“Uh…yeah. I’m Clark. Nice to meet you Buffy.” Clark said, turning to Tara.
Willow went over and stood next to Tara, taking her hand and inhaling deeply. “And Clark, this is my girlfriend, my world, my everything. Tara Maclay.” She said, gazing at the blonde next to her and smiling, “Tara, this is Clark Kent. My favoritest cousin.” She said.
Clark set his bag down and stepped up, embracing Tara. “Your picture…well, pictures…don’t do you justice.” He said softly.
Tara returned the hug, blushing from her hairline to her toes. No one, other than Willow had been so…physical with her. Not even any of the scoobies, with the exception of Dawnie and their afternoon thumb-wrestling matches. It was a new experience for her and she was curious about how she felt about it. Normally, she would shy away from the contact, but she felt very safe around Clark…plus, he was Willow’s favorite relative. “T-thank you.” She stuttered, closing her eyes and cursing herself.
Clark smiled warmly and suddenly jerked his head up. He heard something…a scream, maybe. He looked at Tara, Willow and Buffy and tried to smile. “Uh…I…I have to go to the restroom.” He said quickly. “There was one on the bus…but I didn’t have a tetanus shot before I boarded…I didn’t want to risk it. I’ll be right back.” He said quickly, turning and jogging towards the restrooms.
Buffy looked at Willow and nodded. “A babbler…at least you come by it honestly.” She smiled.
Willow grinned. “He liked you.” She whispered to Tara. “Do you like him?”
Tara smiled and nodded. “He’s really sweet. I hope he doesn’t think I’m a total spaz.” She said, rolling her eyes.
Willow furrowed her brow, confused.
“The stutter.” Tara clarified.
Willow shook her head. “He can’t think you’re a spaz, cause it’s just not true.” She stated with finality.
The three girls were talking about Clark and neither noticed a blur run through the lobby and out the front door.