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Trust me...

Who: Clarice and some kids! And maaaaybe the sheriff's department.
When: Some time after the first year of being stuck on Bill's world, just after she joins the sheriff's department after her florist job.
What: Being a deputy does NOT mean that she can't lie about things a little!

"Hey, you gonna be alright out there rookie?" The snickering was definitely something she could do without. "Those streets get tough about this time of day!"

She glanced up mildly at the rest of the desks around her before leaning down to tighten the straps on her boots. They were tight and double knotted, good. Same for the slow check of her belt and gear, then the brush of fingers up her buttons as she straightened. All in order, picture perfect, and even better everyone's gaze was shying away from hers as she looked around. Better. It was always easier to make the 'senior' people in any business uncomfortable than to try to start shit. Better they avoid ogling the sheriff's girlfriend than have her toss one or two out a window.

No matter how tiresome their joking got. "I believe I can handle myself," she noted mildly as she checked the end of her braided hair. Yes, still secure. All was well with the world. And Jamie was even blushing. Wasn't that cute? "Stay out of trouble oldsters, I won't be here to save you." Okay, maybe a little tail tweaking? A tiny bit.

Yeah, they were totally going to steal her desk chair or something. Or throw pencils at her. Or any number of non-lethal things that tended to make her giggle. Giggling was easy in Wheelsy. She made it out the door while the rest of the crew were arguing over who was actually 'old'. Rather than dwell on the minor victory she glanced up at swore. Almost out of time! "Nice one Clarice..." she muttered, stretching out into a run.

She'd make it.

Barely.

The school bell was ringing as she hopped the last fence across from the bus lot, and she barely beat the munchkins to the cross walk.

She'd laughed when Bill told her it was a necessary job. Really. Cross walks were kinda self explanatory and everyone in town knew where the crosswalk was. They wouldn't mow down kids on purpose, right? This world just...wasn't like that. "Alright, line 'em up kiddos!" she darted across the street to make sure they sorted into lines (lines were easier to handle, right?).

...did they even KNOW what lines were?! "NOT SO FAST!" She snapped, snagging one kid by his hood as he tried to dart across. "Police lady says she WILL dangle you if you try to ditch her!" JUST SAYING!

"BILLY STOP PUSHING!"

"I'M NOT YOU'RE JUST A SLOWPOKE!"

"YOU'RE GONNA GET ARRESTED!"

"Hey, hey Clarice?" She looked down, bemused as one of the youngest stopped in the center of the street to tug on her arm. "Hey, my brother says you're not really pink! No people are really pink!"

...right. "We're in the road," she pointed out. "Tell me that again when we're on the sidewalk okay?" Anything to keep them moving? Besides, that had been...unintentionally stinging. Real people COULD BE PINK. Or Blue. Or Green. Or any other color. Mutants were people too after all, no matter what various realities claimed!

Sidewalk, blessed sidewalk.

"So why are you pink?!"

Right. She sighed and sank down on her heels so that she could be on eye level with the kindergartner. "Well, can you keep a secret?"

"Yes!"

That was good. "I'm only a cop during the day," she admitted.

"So what are you at night?"

"A fairy princess. I'm hiding from an evil king who took away my castle so it's important you don't tell anyone okay?"

"Not even my brother?"

"Not even him. The evil king has spies everywhere and you don't him to hear you telling your brother right?"

The little girl dug her sneaker at the sidewalk for a moment then nodded firmly, "I don't want that. Can you do magic tricks?"

"Only at night." Vampire fairy princess? Sure.

"Do you have wings?!"

"...no. I was hurt and lost my wings. That's why Sheriff Pardy had to take me to the hospital."

"Ohhhhhhh...did it hurt? Did you get a shot?"

"Yes and yes, but it's okay, I'm still alive and that's what matters right?"

"If I'm really good can you show me some magic? I can stay up until eight on Fridays and Saturdays!"

"We'll see kiddo. I may need to do other things to keep everyone safe okay? But we'll see." She spotted the munchkin's mom coming up the walk and grinned, "remember, it's a secret."

"Okay!" And off she went.

Well then. She was betting it was only going to be a few hours before the sheriff's office got calls about corrupting the children or something but it had been fun! Show her some magic tricks indeed...all the tricks she knew weren't good for kids in a world like this one.

It was barely past school letting out so she decided to hang around and escort EVERYONE who wanted to cross the street. Why not after all? It was a SERIOUS job and such.

Wheelsy. Had to love it huh?

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"And I'll go out and take down the report about kids going cow tipping," exciting stuff, life in a small town! "Next time one of the precinct boys gets dumb on me I'll make that the cost of a bet, they go after the next cow tipping assignment," she chuckled. She was low man on the totem pole as it were, she got the crap jobs, but still there were limits!

"Maybe you won't grumble as much if you nap..." she teased.

"Have fun with that one," he drawled teasingly. "Make sure you hose off your boots before you go puttin' your feet up on my desk."

"I'll grumble even less if you let me win," he grinned at her. "Or if we get dessert after."

"Don't make me find something to get revenge with Sheriff," she growled teasingly. "You want to rub my nose in it fine, but little comments like that get lemon juice in your dinner plate." DID HE WANT TO PUSH HER?!

"You'd be fine with being allowed to win?" she laughed.

"What did I do?" He asked, mock aghast. "I was just sayin'... "

Yep, just saying and teasing, because it was fun.

"Sure, why not? I'd be the winner," how wasn't so important!

"Yep, totally lemon juice." He was a doomed man. Totally!

"I don't know, most egos tend to get touchy about that kind of thing. You're really laid back love."

"Y'wouldn't," he shook his head at her, smirking.

"S'my easy goin' nature."

"Why wouldn't I? Lemon juice is easy!" Duh!

"And I admit I do love your nature babe."

"Because it ain't nice?" He replied, giving her his most winning smile.

"'Course you do. That's my superpower."

"Neither is commenting on your girl having to wade through cow fields," she pointed out.

"Manage to have men throwing themselves at your feet to and I'll consider it a power."

"I was just askin' you to respect my desk, is all. I'd ask the same thing of any of my deputies," because it would be just as funny to tease them, but that was beside the point!

"Nah, I ain't lookin' for their love, just yours," he replied, shaking his head. He wasn't a fan of adoring crowds, really.

"Asking me to scrub my boots before I go...nowhere ear your desk since I have my own," she countered. "You're a jerk!" Naturally!

"Ah, want my love do you? Full and unconditional?"

"I know you like my chair best, don't even think that I don't," he said, and it was true!

"Absolutely." Of course he did, although he was smart enough to be a little wary here.

"So I steal the chair, not the desk, you've got all kinds of paper on your desk and it gets annoying!" She cleared hers pretty quickly! She liked things neat!

"Want it enough you'd use a super power on me hmm?"

"Well if you wanna get cow crap on your desk I guess that's fine enough with me," he replied with a full on smirk.

"Yep, sure would." Absolutely! "You do kinda make it worth it to do so, y'know." In a lot of ways. Including the ones that went along with that suggestive eyebrow waggling of his.

"Nah, I have one of the only clean desks around," she laughed, "why would I ruin that?"

"So you'd be okay if it wasn't real love?" she arched an eyebrow at him in return, "but power induced?"

"I know y'do. Makes me look bad." Or maybe she just didn't have enough work to do! He might have to change that...

"Of course it's real," he said, matter of fact. "My power is me, an' that's what you love."

"Nah, it's not me that makes you look bad," she chuckled. And, well, he could try. It'd probably even be funny to be honest!

"MMmm, power induced emotion is never real. I've seen it turn real ugly when the object of affection manages to shake it off..." she mused.

"You say that like you're implyin' the fault is mine," he replied, eying her. Clearly that couldn't be the case.

"Well up until recently I wasn't so great at the relationship thing, so maybe that's why," he joked.

"Not at all," she offered with a bland smile. It was likely his AND his deputies!

"Ah, so you keep using said powers despite the ugly break ups? That sounds like an addiction..." she teased.

"Not an addiction, no. Just means I'm dumb with some things," he replied with a chuckle and a shrug. "Don't learn my lesson."

"Hmmm, and what would you call us then?" she grinned.

"Best decision I've made in a long damn while," he replied without missing a beat and while returning her grin.

"Ah, well then, I'm flattered. Also sadly smacked by your power and dreading the day it blinks out..." she sighed, lifting a hand to her forehead dramatically.

"Well maybe when it does you'll still like me," he said, amused.

"And treating me well is just bribery against future power failure?" she laughed.

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