stands_for_hope | At Home with Clark and Jim

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At Home with Clark and Jim

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They'd fallen into a routine pretty easily.

Clark had managed to write up something about the church bust without incriminating either of them, which meant that his Perry had been pleased enough with his work for the day and had only yelled at him for five minutes about his failure to show up in the office the whole day. Lois had ribbed him a little, which had been remarked upon as she usually gave the new guy hell if he did anything remotely out of the line, and then she'd ribbed him a lot. He hadn't minded too terribly much since he had visited her afterwards at her apartment and she'd done plenty of kissing to make it better.

With a second person in the apartment, he'd started to fix it up a little, bringing home new linens, keeping the fridge stocked more regularly, and he'd even managed to find a new couch for them through a very kindly older woman and Craigslist.

True to his word, he'd gotten some rudimentary identification for Jim and he walked through the door with a spring in his step, closing the door behind him and plopping it down on the kitchen table with a smile.

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"I'll see if she can come over tomorrow after work," he said with a quick nod.

"Don't be surprised if she has questions, though," and he was smiling just a little.

"Mostly because she's been curious about my mysterious roommate for a while."

He decided, that quickly, to be wearing a T-shirt when Clark came home. It would be after work for him, too, so he'd have to rush, to get home, to shower so he wouldn't be dripping sweat. A fragment of memory was enough to tell him that being clean for visitors - especially female visitors - was polite. "I'll see about picking something up on my way home."

"Picking something up?"

He wasn't sure what that was pertaining to, but he could guess. He guessed wrong, but it wasn't a terrible idea.

"Yeah, might be best if we aren't cooking while planning on what to do re: Metropolis's HYDRA operatives."

Jim nodded. That was what he'd intended. It wasn't time for him to raid his hidden weapons cache just yet. Not just yet. That would happen soon enough. "What should I get?"

"We could do chinese. Chinese sound good?"

Because of course you have to have a proper meal while planning the downfall of a number of covert operatives within the city's already-damaged infrastructure. Can't plan on an empty stomach.

"Lois likes Chinese and there's a good place just around the block."

"I think I had Chinese," Jim answered. He'd remembered... a lot. But some of the small details, the everyday things - those were still lost. Still beyond reach. He didn't mind so much except in these situations, where he didn't know if he liked something or if he didn't - if he'd ever eaten food from China or if he hadn't. He could remember kicking some guys' asses as they were beating up a scrawny blonde kid, but he couldn't remember his favourite flavour of ice cream. "I'll drop by there on my way home and see what smells good."

"If you can get me a couple of the Buddhist dishes, or anything labeled vegetarian, I'll probably be good. I know Lois likes General Tso's Chicken, if that helps."

He runs a hand through his hair before heading back over to the oven, pulling out the pie. He never uses oven mitts when he's at home, but he puts one underneath the pan just in case.

"Is there anything you're going to need? I can rent a car or take you there if it's not nearby."

After a moment's thought, and after some doubt in his own memory, he reached for a pen and wrote it on his forearm. In Chinese. After seeing it, he sighed out a breath. "I should be fine. If I don't get my weapons tomorrow, they can wait a day."

Weapons... could come later. Once they actually had a plan in place, and when Jim had a weekend, they could get this done.

"Sounds like everything's in order then," he said with a breath out.

"For now, let's... relax, enjoy our good fortune, and we'll get this taken care of, Jim. I know we can do it."

"Eternal optimist," Jim muttered, but with an absolute lack of venom. If anything, it was with a dose of fondness, a faint smile on his face.

Clark chuckled at the response before heading back to the oven to cut into the pie.

"This place could use a little optimism," he said. Maybe he means the world, maybe he means the city, and maybe he means the apartment. Either way.

"Also pie. Want a plate?"

"I like pie."

Now that, he didn't even have to think to know. Dessert was always a good idea, so he was all for it. While Clark cut pie, he topped off both their chosen drinks. And it was as he settled Clark's glass back on the table that he said quietly, "I like it here."

Clark brought the plate over and gave Jim a smile.

"Same."

And then he was sitting down to enjoy his pie with his roommate, doing his best not to think about tomorrow. Nope, he was just going to enjoy sitting with a good friend, having pie, and celebrating the good things in life.

He ate quietly, enjoying the quiet, enjoying the pie, and letting his subconscious work out the details of what would happen the following day. "I don't know what time I'll get off work tomorrow," he eventually offered. "I know I need to be there at seven, so if I work eight hours with a lunch break, I'll be here at around four or five."

"We'll be here around five thirty," Clark supplies, in between a couple of bites of pie "since we need to grab some of her work from her apartment."

"I'll grab some coffee once I drop her off. Lois is definitely a happier human being with some coffee in her at any hour."

Jim nodded. "Then I should have time to get everything done." Time to get to the restaurant, get home, shower - he doubted he'd have the time to get his weapons, but that could wait. He'd at least have food ready by the time they got there.

"I'll talk to Lombard about switching the tickets. He told me I was good to ask whenever I wanted... as long as it wasn't a Monarch's game."

Because Lombard is a bit of a jerk, but Clark's not going to fail to take advantage of it if it means free tickets. He might be able to deflect bullets and fly, but he's still got bills like the next man.

"Construction pays all right. We'll hit a Monarchs game once I've got my half of the bills getting covered." That was as good as a promise, as far as he was concerned. If Clark was willing to watch a team that wasn't his, the least he could do was do the same.

"I'll hold you to that," he teases, knowing he doesn't have to.

Jim gave him a smile in return. "Soon - probably about a week or so. I don't know when my paycheck will come."

That got a handwave.

"No rush. I haven't gotten to go to a game in a couple of years because of the traveling anyway."

Times had changed. He wasn't sure how people got paid anymore. He'd find out eventually. "It'll probably take a week or so."

"Probably. Jobs like that, they like week to week."

He's obviously speaking from experience.

He nodded. "Do they pay in cash?"

"Depends on the site, but I'd bet they are right now. There aren't enough functional banks around right now for it to be convenient to use checks."

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