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“No- well, I mean, occasionally,” Meredith muttered, looking away. Her fingers twisted together in her lap and she bit her lip. ”I wouldn’t really say worse. I was exaggerating a little bit, don’t worry about it.” She didn’t want to make Clark angrier than he already was in the fear that he’d get in his car and go after him. She couldn’t blame him for how protective he was. If she’d had his mom growing up, she’d try to protect the people around her, too. It was in his blood. She smiled a bit at his comment, trying to look happy. ”Well, people have told me that blue is my color,” she joked. She flicked him on the side of the head as he tried to be modest. ”Shush,” she said. ”It was more than that. You scared away the man who beat my mom for twenty-odd years. That’s pretty damn impressive, Clark. You’re a hero to me and to my mom, that’s for sure. Oh! That reminds me!” she said, snapping her fingers. She leaned over and grabbed her purse, lifting a slightly crumpled piece of paper from inside. She unfolded it and held it out in front of him. ”This is from Bella,” she said, naming one of the kids she nannied and one of Clark’s biggest fans. ”See, that’s me - I’m the princess,” she said, pointing to the stick figure black crayon squiggles all over the head. And that’s Mittens, and that’s Sebastian, and that’s you,” she said finally, poking her finger at the stick figure with the sword and the helmet next to what she thought was a horse. ”I told her that you were a prince and she said that makes me a princess and then she decided that she just needed to draw us.” Meredith laughed and gazed fondly at the picture. ”She declared you an official Knight in Shining Armor. That’s legit, you should be pretty proud to hold that title. Bella doesn’t just play around. Here.” She handed the picture to Clark. ”See? They adore you. You’re a hero to all of them too. Sebastian, he looks up to you like you wouldn’t even believe. So don’t be so down on yourself. You have a whole fanclub of little ones that either want to marry you or be you when they grow up.”
Clark quirked an eyebrow at her. He wasn’t dumb, and he knew Meredith pretty well, so he could tell she was playing it off a bit to appease him, “I’m still pissed,” he told her, letting her know he was dropping it but not letting it go. He traced the back of his hand against her soft cheek, making sure to be as gentle as possible, “Baby..” he murmured sadly, angry at himself for letting Meredith’s father do even this to her. It could have been a whole lot worse, yes, but even this was too much. He flinched as she flicked his head, “Ow, why?” He whimpered. He was a modest person, he couldn’t help playing down what he’d done. He did understand the significance of what he did, however, “Wish I’d done it sooner,” he murmured, tucking some of Meredith’s hair behind her ear, forgetting the PDA again. He was a really affectionate person.
He pulled back as Meredith grabbed the piece of paper and unfolded it. He looked over her shoulder and started to grin, “What…” he breathed as Meredith pointed to the Prince Clark on the page. He was absolutely beaming, so pleased, “No way,” he murmured, taking the drawing from her. He placed his temple against her shoulder and looked over the picture, “I had no idea they liked me so much,” he admitted. He’d always gotten along with Meredith’s nanny kids when he would visit her at work or the kids would spend the day with them, but he never imagined they looked up to him so much, “That’s so awesome. Can I keep this?”
Meredith examined Clark’s face closely, turning her head to the side slightly. ”I know,” she said softly, the corners of her mouth turning down in a sad frown. ”I don’t understand how anybody could stay in that kind of relationship. But then again, my mom did it. I’ve always been too scared to ask why, though.” Meredith laughed humorlessly and bent her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eye. She picked at the nail on one hand, trying not to let Clark see. Not a day went by that she didn’t think about her mom and what she went through. Images flashed through her mind - her mom putting two arms out in front of Meredith and David, trying to protect them from flying dishes, glasses, anything that her dad could get his hands on to throw. Her mother being shoved against tables and counters as her dad raged on and on about nothing in particular. Meredith had always been able to escape to her room when her dad went off, but her mom as always right there in the middle of things, trying to calm him down, trying to direct his attention and anger anywhere but the kids. It made Meredith feel physically sick to think about someone like her mom being stuck in a relationship with someone like her father. It made her all the more grateful to have someone like Clark who, while stubborn and tough, wouldn’t dream of hurting her. She’d never mentioned it to anyone, but one of her worst fears growing up had been getting stuck in a relationship like her mom’s. She felt his finger graze her cheek, and she shivered, a dull pain burning through her cheek where the bruise spread.“Sorry,” she mouthed to the woman, who huffed and pulled her daughter away regardless. ”It’s not a big deal,” she said to Clark, waving a hand. ”I’ll ice it when we get home. I’ve had worse, trust me.” A blush crept through her cheeks, red spreading everywhere. ”We’re here for you, remember?” She noticed his hands shaking and frowned again. ”Clark, it’s okay,” she said quietly. ”Really, it’s not that bad. He’s done worse. I’m just glad that you stepped in when you did, or it would’ve been a lot worse. Thanks, by the way. For kicking his ass. He’s all talk. You scared the shit out of him. I doubt he’ll come back. You’re sort of a hero now,” Meredith laughed. ”How does that feel?”
Clark sighed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He knew all about abusive relationships. He’d never really been in one, but he’d sure as hell watched his father. It was unusual when the man was the victim in a relationship, but he certainly was. There were no scars or bruises or cuts, but Eileen had run Clark’s father into the ground on a mental level. He loved her so much, so he let her keep coming back when she cheated, gave her money to buy unnecessary things, let her humiliate him in front of his own children… He didn’t remember a lot of it, because he was so young, but Kayla, his oldest sister, was thirteen when Eileen left, meaning she saw most of what happened to their father. If Clark’s animosity towards the woman was bad, Kayla hated her twice as much. He was afraid to see her at the funeral. If she even showed up.
“He’s done worse?” He repeated, his voice snapping like a firecracker. Even the idea made him sick to his stomach. The pain he felt on her behalf was devastating. He’d gotten away from Eileen when he was 7, Meredith had suffered the majority of her life. He was fully prepared to go off on another tangent when he noticed the tears in Meredith’s eyes. He decided he’d had enough of seeing her cry for quite a while, “It’s not that bad,” he murmured, trying to reassure her, “Not many people can pull off the gang banger look but it works on you,” he smiled a bit, trying to cheer her up. He scoffed at her compliment, “Hero? I’m hardly a hero,” he muttered, “I beat the shit out of a drunk guy, no one is gonna give me an award for that,”
Confessed by: Anonymous
“Babe, no,” Meredith said firmly. ”It’s just because you’re so tall and muscled. And your default expression is kind of…mad. I mean, you look sort of intimidating. But you can’t change that. As nosy and insulting as it is, she probably does get a lot of girls in here with bruises like mine from boyfriends like my father, if that makes any sense. And I might be kind of biased,” she said, thinking back to how gentle Clark was with Mittens and the kids she nannied, “but I trust you with my life and I know that you’d never hurt me, regardless of what that nurse thinks. You’re rough in all the right ways.” Meredith nudged Clark and shot him a wink, giggling a little bit. She felt along her cheek, pressing her fingers lightly into the bruise along her cheekbone. ”It’s not even that bad,” she scoffed. ’Right?”
Clark smiled a bit at the reassurance but his face back back into a frown as she mentioned his default expression, “Wait, really?” He asked. He’d seen pictures of himself and he’d noticed he was usually frowning, but he didn’t think he always did. It was kind of weird considering how sweet and good-natured he really was, for his face to say the opposite. That was something he’d have to work on, smiling more. He made a mental note. He nodded a bit, his heart hurting at the idea. He just couldn’t imagine why anyone would ever do that. The whole point of a relationship in his mind was to love and protect one another. How could you protect someone that you purposefully hurt on a regular basis?
He felt little butterflies fluttering around his belly at her confession. His cheeks reddened and he smiled down at her, “Thanks,” he said softly, squeezing her knee softly. He moved her hand gently and turned her face so he could get a better look at her cheek, “Shit,” he murmured. In the sickly yellow-ish light of the lobby he could see the darkening mark a lot easier than in the sun. He traced the mark with the tips of his calloused fingers, his hands starting to shake again, renewed rage surging in his chest, “Fucking bastard,” he muttered, ignoring the nearby woman who gasped and covered her daughter’s ears, “It’s bad enough… we should ask them about it while we’re here,”
Meredith stared incredulously at the nurse, eyes wide, mouth hanging open a bit. Was this nurse seriously implying that he’d hit her? How nosy was that? Clark would never lay a finger on her, and the fact that he’d hurt himself trying to protect her just made it all the more insulting. She opened her mouth, the words falling off her tongue faster than she could stop them. “Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are-” she clamped her mouth shut, trying to calm herself down. She took a deep breath through her nose and shut her eyes, blocking out the condescendingly sympathetic look the nurse was giving her. She felt Clark’s hands on her shoulders before the slid off, not missing the look that the nurse flashed him.She turned her back on the desk and stalked off to the seats in the corner, arms folded tightly across her chest. As Clark wandered over, Meredith stood, raised an eyebrow at the nurse who had glared at Clark, and slid into his lap, daring her to argue. One hand slid up his back to play with his hair at the base of his neck, bringing her other hand to his to lace their fingers together. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed.
“Sorry,” she muttered, feeling embarrassed for her outburst. “I just really hate hospitals and nurses and waiting and idiots who assume they know everything about a situation.” She glared at the nurse, poking her tongue out when the woman’s back was turned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Clark winced as Meredith started off on the woman. He was just as upset, if not more, but he didn’t want to cause a scene, especially around sick people who had better things to worry about than a loud couple and a nosy nurse. Watching her turn on her heel and stomp off to the waiting area, he shot the nurse a ‘nice going’ kind of a look, knowing that Meredith was in a bad mood now. He followed after her quickly, knowing better than to leave her waiting when she was pissed.
When he sat down, he felt Meredith slide into his lap, leaving him with a smile. He let her fall into a comfortable position before wrapping arm around her waist and rubbed her knee with his good hand. He smiled a bit, kissing her forehead and shrugged, “Nothing to be sorry for, gorgeous. Yeah, I’m okay. Pride’s a little bruised, though…” he murmured, glancing at the busy body nurse who was now back behind the desk, “I don’t know where she gets off assuming that I…” he cleared his throat, trying not to get too worked up over the situation, “Do I seem like that kind of guy?” He asked softly.
“I know you didn’t, but you did it, and frankly, you’re in no shape to punch anyone right now,” she said. She pursed her lips, trying to keep a laugh down. How could the same man who just jumped her father to protect her be so afraid of a tiny needle? She didn’t want him to punch a nurse, yeah - she wasn’t in the mood to be sued- but it was more than she knew how embarrassed Clark would be if he fainted in front of her and the hospital staff. She would never judge him for it, but she knew how he hated looking weak, even if was something he couldn’t control.The nurse pointed to a corner and told them to wait for their name to be called, and Meredith frowned. ”Can’t you give him pain medication or anything?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. ”I’m pretty sure his hands are broken. Are you seriously going to make him sit there?” The nurse glanced at Clark’s swollen hands, and glanced at the dark bruise that was blooming on Meredith’s cheek. Her eyes narrowed. ”How did you say this happened again?”
Clark looked down at his hand, finding it easier now that there wasn’t any blood. He chewed his lower lip deciding that if he did end up clocking someone else in the face today that he’d probably shatter the rest of his hand. He hoped his subconscious kept that in mind if it came down to getting blood drawn. He was about to head over to the indicated waiting area when Meredith started arguing with the nurse. He placed his good hand on her shoulder, “Mere, I’m fine to wait a little while, like it doesn’t really hurt that bad,” he told her softly, kissing the top of her head, as he really didn’t think about PDA most of the time. One of the nurses gave him a disgusted look and he pulled his hand off her shoulder and slunk back.
Clark watched the nurse’s beady eyes dart between them, connecting the wrong dots. It took him a moment to realize what she was implying, and his first instinct was to be insulted. He swallowed thickly, about to go off on her when in the corner of his eye, he noticed a little girl sitting with her mother. He decided it was neither the time nor place to let his pride get in the way, “Got in a fight outside a bar,” he lied easily, “we were walking by on our way to dinner and this guy stumbles out and went after my fiancee. So I hit him, I guess harder than I needed to. No idea where he ran off to,” he shrugged, trying very hard to keep his cool and not tell her off for even thinking that he would ever lay a hand on Meredith.
I can’t wait to move in with you. Wake up to your face, make breakfast with you, watch Saturday morning cartoons with you, kiss you goodnight, cuddle with you and do it all over again the next day.
Meredith Stepien is and my beautiful fiancée.
Dylan Saunders is my boyfriend. Not really, but really.
This is an RP account, not the real Clark Baxtresser.
