When Up is Down [rp for poor_imitation]

[dovelike]

"... you'd better call or email soon." Chloe steps back, closing the driver's door of a blue VW Bug, and peers at the sole occupant. "I mean it."

Eirene nods, reaching out of the window to clasp hands briefly with her boyfriend's best friend. It's an odd little duo they are now, both of them having figured out that Clark never came back from his final showdown with an identical clone some weeks back. The goddess blames herself for having been gone most of that time, off dealing with incidents larger than a small town or large city in Kansas.

She's only hung around for the last week because of Chloe Sullivan; the slightly taller blonde needed someone to stick around so she wouldn't go crazy. Everyone else seems fooled into assuming the doppleganger is the real thing, and that's exactly why she's leaving now.

"Yeah, I will. Just going to drive for a few days and see where I end up, y'know. But you're at the top of my speed-dial," because Chloe programmed it in herself, "so... we'll see." She backs carefully out of the driveway and heads towards the highway, , watching the mirror until she can't see Chloe's waving figure.

Two hours later she's pulled into a rest stop, still unaccustomed to driving rather than walking, and is quietly shredding bread crumbs for the resident pigeons.

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[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

Her presence has certainly not gone unnoticed. Not just today, but the entire time she's been in Smallville. It's just he's had more important things to worry about; explaining away a break up with his girlfriend was easy enough.

But now that she appears to be leaving, and things have settled down somewhat at the farm, his curiosity has been piques. And that's never goof news. So Eirene won't find herself alone with the pigeons for long.

"Not even going to say goodbye?"

[eirenikos]

Eirene glances up in disbelief, although the casual manner in which she feeds the birds doesn't change at all. Either he'll destroy her the same way he did Clark, or, at least, try to... or he won't and go on his way.

"You can go to Tartarus."

There's a deliberate angling of her body away from his.

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

He chuckles softly, leaning against a tree. "Oh, don't be like that. Besides, I have a feeling I've already been there, or some place enough like it. And I'm not going back."

[eirenikos]

Evenly, "Then you can turn around and go back to pretending to be someone else. I won't interfere unless you hurt another person, and then there won't be a place on this planet that you can hide from me."

She turns her back to him on purpose as a dismissal.

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

The threat doesn't appear to have the desired affect.

"Promise?"

[eirenikos]

"promise what?"

Now she's genuinely confused.

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, he's standing behind her seat, whispering in her ear. "That if I hurt someone else, you'll hunt me down forever."

[eirenikos]

Eirene stiffens, and to anyone walking past, her body language might suggest fear. But when she twists around to stare up at him, terror is the last thing he sees in her eyes.

"I don't hunt." She closes her eyes for a moment, takes a slow breath, and then looks at him again. "It's not necessary."

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

"Whatever. I kind of like the idea of you coming after me. Could be a lot of fun."

[eirenikos]

"No, you wouldn't." Something, anger perhaps, flashes through her gaze, and a hand snaps out to hold his jaw in place. "Don't think you know me just because he did."

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

The realization that he can make her this angry this quickly is... exciting.

"But I do. I know everything he knew about you."

[eirenikos]

Fingers release his chin as abruptly as they claimed it. "This conversation is over." Eirene hasn't felt this angry at someone in centuries. Not even her brother can elicit ...

it doesn't matter, anyway. She'll keep an eye on things from afar. To that end, she turns and slides off the bench. dumping the rest of the crumbs onto the ground.

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

"You're still upset," he says patronizingly, his gaze not leaving her and a hand rubbing across his jaw where her hand just was. "You'll get over it."

[eirenikos]

"Screw you." It's out of her mouth before she can take it back, and a stray crumb is already winging its way towards him through the air. Insert Greek curse of your choice right here.

She pauses half a second, but makes herself keep moving, the satchel with the few things she wants settling over small shoulders.

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

He laughs again, soft and low. "I think I can arrange that."

[eirenikos]

"Not interested." Yep, still walking, leaving the car behind, because surely some passerby will come along and find use for it.

Eirene wants to hit him so hard he'll stop sneering at her, and that scares the goddess. There really hasn't been a violent urge that she can remember since becoming Peace.

"Just go away."

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

The smirk goes nowhere as he gives her a very long, slow glance over, gaze lingering in particular areas. "I don't know about that. I'm sure there are certain parts of you that I could make very interested."

[eirenikos]

... it's probably almost a toss-up as to who is more surprised when Eirene whirls around and lifts a hand to his face; the goddess or the alien clone, but the narration is betting on the goddess.

She just doesn't go around smacking people. At all. Ever.

"SHUT UP!"

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

He blinks a few times, only very briefly caught off guard, but he recovers quickly enough to grab her wrist before she can get away.

"So you do have a little fire in you after all."

[eirenikos]

She's glaring up at him with the heat of a thousand volcanoes, and not in a good way, so 'a little fire' might be something of an understatement.

"Why are you pestering me? Wasn't it enough to destroy him, take over his life and sleep with his ex-girlfriend?" She means Lana.

"Now let me go."

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

A little, a lot. Whatever it is, he likes it.

"No, it wasn't. Isn't. I deserve everything he had."

[eirenikos]

"You have everything; his name, his home, Lana, his life."

There'll be an experimental yank back of her arm.

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

She's not getting away that easily.

"There's more."

[eirenikos]

"There's nothing more."

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

"There's always more."

[eirenikos]

"Sorry, not following." Yeah, she really is that confused. Clark thought it was cute.

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

It's marginally endearing, but it could get old real quick.

"The whole world's out there for the taking. He had the opportunity, but he didn't take it. I will."

[eirenikos]

Which is totally a way to keep him away from her; the dumb blonde routine. Well, at least until he mentions something that sounds like conquering.

"Oh, no you don't. I will not allow you to run unchecked across this planet."

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

He snorts. "You were just going to walk away from me thirty seconds ago. Make up your mind, woman."

[eirenikos]

And that's when Eirene reaches out to gather Bizarro's shirt in a hand and lift him easily off the ground.

"My planet. My people. There is no way in Tartarus that I will let you hurt them; physically or emotionally. Don't push me."

[poor-imitation.livejournal.com]

He's impressed. A little.

"Then maybe you'd better stick around and make sure I don't."

[eirenikos]

"I can do that without having to spend any more time in your presence than necessary."

Frown.