Room 418, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

The advantage of staying holed up in your room over the weekend without even a radio was that you could remain completely unaware of the weirdness Fandom had chosen to inflict upon its residents the day before.

Inversely, the disadvantage of staying holed up in your room over the weekend without even a radio was that you could remain completely unaware of the weirdness Fandom had chosen to inflict upon its residents the day before.

Soon enough Cara would remember just why Mord'Sith didn't subscribe to the view that ignorance was bliss, but right now she was much more interested in curling in closer to the other person in her bed. Purely for warmth. Really.

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[wrongkindofsith]

For her part, Cara was just going to stare at a the tiny blonde child calling Clark 'Daddy'. That was unexpected.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"I can see that," Clark replied, looking from blonde to blonde. "I'm guessing you were out being like Mommy, huh?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"She can't be mine." At least Cara still had enough presence of mind to cut off the 'I had a son' in favour of "I have protection against getting with child."

She'd even had Zedd double-check said protection before she'd come here. Something neither of them was going to mention ever again.

[snarknplaid.livejournal.com]

Not that her protests kept Cleo from nodding and adding "And like Uncle Richard."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry, Cara," he said. "She wants to be like Uncle Richard."

At least she wasn't another assbaby.

[wrongkindofsith]

Odd how Cara wasn't particularly reassured by that. "There is a small child claiming you're her father," she was going to stay in denial about the other half of the girl's parentage for as long as possible, thank you very much. "How can you not be worried about that?"

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"It's happened before," Clark replied, happy for once to know about the crazy in store. "Last year, after prom. I had a son." Who had called him 'mom.'

[wrongkindofsith]

And again with the lack of reassurance. "So there might be more of them?"

There was absolutely no reason Cara sounded even more stressed out. None at all. Especially since she still wasn't admitting this girl was hers.

[snarknplaid.livejournal.com]

"I don't want a brother." Cleo was not particularly enamoured of the idea either. "Boys are stupid."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Not if we're lucky," Clark murmured. "So, kiddo, what do we call you when we're... dressed and older and not confused by your presence?"

[snarknplaid.livejournal.com]

"Cleo Kent," she answered promptly, sticking her hand out since that's what you were supposed to do when your introduced yourself, even to your own parents.

[wrongkindofsith]

Just ignore that odd strangled sound Cara wasn't making for no reason whatsoever.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark paused in shaking his daughter's hand to check on Cara. "Hey, you doing okay? Cleo just wants to meet you." No, he didn't have any clue the significance of that name.

[wrongkindofsith]

Well, the first name didn't hold any significance for Cara either, but if she was going to even potentially accept that the girl was hers, then her having a last name at all had implications that she really didn't want to go into. "I'm fine."

This was a blatant lie.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Like Clark had any clue what he was supposed to do to get a Mord'Sith be okay with randomly appearing children. Instead he thought he'd get the kid to fix it.

"I bet Cleo knows how to make you more than fine, huh Cleo?" She seemed like a huggy sort of child, being related to him.

[snarknplaid.livejournal.com]

Given that you could quite make a case for Cara being even more repressed than your usual Mord'Sith, that was hardly Clark's fault.

Luckily Cleo knew exactly what to do. She even knew to be gentler than she'd been tackling Clark, given he was the less breakable one.

[wrongkindofsith]

A long time ago Cara had actually been a huggy sort of child herself, with a father who'd encouraged that kind of thing (which once she'd let herself think about it was not helping matters one bit) so she had been able to guess where this was heading the second Clark had opened his mouth.

That didn't stop her getting the wind knocked out of her when the tiny child tackled her in a hug though. "She very strong," she said awkwardly, as she tried to figure out just how to react. "Fast too."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Makes it difficult to deny," Clark agreed. "I tried to last time till there was arm wrestling and I had to order up a new desk." Oops!

[wrongkindofsith]

"Let's not try that," Cara said. "If we're going to break the desk I'd prefer it to be while doing something more interesting."

That was probably not the most appropriate comment to make around a small child, even if their reaction was simply giggling against Cara's neck.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

"Hey now, no fair saying stuff like that in front of the little one," Clark told her, trying to hide his farmboy red cheeks. "Otherwise I'll be helping her hug you till you beg for mercy."

[wrongkindofsith]

That might be one of the few things that would make her beg for mercy. Not that that stopped her from saying "You wouldn't dare."

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark shot her a wink, not wanting to freak Cara out more than required of the weekend. "Oh we dare. Right Cleo?"

[snarknplaid.livejournal.com]

Cleo grinned and him nodded. Not that she'd actually let go of Cara yet.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Clark." The warning tone in her voice would probably be more effective were she not currently being pinned by a five year old.

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

It wasn't like he was going to crush her, just add himself to the little group hug. Clark thought it was all very innocent and definitely sweet.

[wrongkindofsith]

If Cara agreed with him, she wasn't going to admit to it. "You're going to pay for this," she threatened instead.

Not that she was making much of an effort to escape.