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Who: Clark Kent and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Marsiva.
When: The week of his arrival.

I don't suppose I could click my heels three times. . . [ Only Clark gets his little joke. ]

I'll keep this brief. My name is Clark - I'm from Kansas.

[ He's been the new guy at work often enough to sound chill about this, but he is feeling a little shaky having woken up here in the middle of his workday. To top it off, not being able to hear his mother's heartbeat is jarring.

There's some stress baking in Clark's future. ]

What do you make of this place? I'm curious to know how it compares to where you come from.

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[Well, this is just tragic.]

So clearly you don't remember Paradisa, no way you'd forget me otherwise.

[Clearly. ]

I knew you when you were a teenager, uh, or maybe another version of you. It's tricky. Smallville, right?

[ He doesn't forget anyone normally, though. . .

This is a little worrying. ]

Yes, I grew up there.

What's your name?

Crowley.

We met in Paradisa, it was a magical castle- kidnapping world, like this one.

I'm sorry, I don't recall.

Were we friends?

Eh, it happens. You spend enough time in places like this, you come to expect it.

Sure, we were. I mocked you a lot, you took it with your usual farm boy good charm. It was a great time for all.

Well, I don't see a reason we can't be friends now. [ He's optimistic?

He's never really kept friends. ]

[He chuckles.]

Well, you never change. Sure, why not, kiddo.

[He says to the adult man. ]

How old was I when you knew me?

Hmm nineteen, I think? Possibly somewhere in the early twenties range. You were there for quite some time.

Oh. [ It might have been one of those alternate worlds Kara mentioned.

Well. He can't worry about memories he doesn't have. ]

Did you ever see me wearing primary colours? [ He's not bothered if someone knows his secret, he'd just prefer to know what they know about him. ]

...I mean, you liked this red t-shirt thing? But otherwise no, not excessively.

[He knows of his powers, of course, bits and pieces of backstory, but who is Superman? Who knows! Not Crowley, that's for sure. ]

Blue's more my colour. [ He's just thinking out loud. ]

Anyway, nice to meet you again. Where're you from originally?

That a fact?

Um. [Originally is quite the loaded question. ] ...Let's say I largely reside in London.

Oh, complicated story? [ He's sympathetic. ]

What do you do for a living?

Exceptionally so.

[He takes a moment to consider the best way to put this, and realises a 'best way' doesn't actually exist. ]

I'm a demon.

[That's totally a job title. ]

I beg your pardon?

[ Clark, an alien, is having trouble believing that. Go figure. ]

A demon. As in, from the Bible.

[He considers, before adding. ]

Not interested in stealing souls or babies or whatever, just putting that out there.

Er, I hadn't thought - [ Wow, this is awkward for him. ]

So you just. . . hang around?

On Earth? Basically. Here? I have a bar. Which I hang around in.

[ He still has so many questions. ]

Do you like Earth?

[Oh, if Clark could see Crowley's grin right now. ]

Of course. I've been sanctioned there for six millennia. Love the place. Wouldn't be without it. It's got all the best things. Wine, sushi, cars, humans.

[ There's a short pause before Clark replies. ]

You know, I have the distinct feeling you enjoy messing with me.

[ He doesn't seem upset about it, though. ]

Got it in one, Bucko. Always been a bright spark, you. Under all the goody-two-shoes shtick, anyway,

[It's all in GOOD nature, though. Or as good as Crowley gets.]

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