The Teller

Title:    The Teller

Rating:    PG

Author:    SilverSnikle

Characters:    Clark Kent, OC

Timeline:   Future Fic

Warnings:   N/A

Disclaimer:   Borrowed character ... No affiliation to CW/WB, DC

Summary:   Clark does the normal thing and makes a deposit at the bank.

Feedback:   Oh, yes please!

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Jane smiled when the customer walked through the second set of doors into the lobby. Her heartbeat sped up, her cheeks flushed, and she temporarily lost the ability to speak. The fact that her body still reacted the same way every time he came in was in itself a mystery. She had thought for sure after seeing him a few times he would become just another familiar face. She had seen him every week for the past few months now, and there was obviously no chance of that normality or familiarity as she had hoped.

Regaining her voice, she greeted him. "Hi. How are you today?" She smiled brightly and it couldn't have been a more genuine smile.

"I'm well. Just need to deposit my paycheck." He smiled warmly and knocked over the cup of pens at the check writing station. "Sorry." He rushed to pick them up and place them back on the stand.

"I can fill that out for you." She reached out a hand and waited for him to offer the check to her.

"Thank you." He ducked his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets after giving Jane the check, evidently embarrassed about his clumsy accident.

Jane smiled and filled out the deposit slip, not needing to look up his account number or name. It hadn't happened on purpose but, after the first few weeks she'd realized his account number was simply easy to remember. And he was impossible to forget.

"Been a busy week?" She glanced up at him from under her lashes as she ran the transaction.

For a moment his eyes seemed to clear and he looked at her with what seemed like shock. But just as quickly, he smiled and his eyes smiled too. "Lots of big news this week. So, yes, you could say that."

Clark, according to his paycheck and the title of his account, worked at the Daily Planet. At least, that's where his checks came from. She hadn't yet found the nerve to ask if he was a reporter (she wasn't one to pick up a newspaper), but now she had her answer.  She smiled at him again as she typed in a few numbers the scanner had mis-read.

"Well, Mr. Kent, is there anything else I can help you with today?" She took in his loose fitting dress jacket but wasn't fooled by it. She could see clearly that the vest underneath fit quite well. He wasn't a thin man, and he was certainly a well built one - solid. His blue-green eyes glittered just under his slightly messy, too long, dark hair. Afraid she was about to start drooling, Jane forced her eyes to the monitor in front of her.

"There is one thing. I will be needing to add my fiancé onto my accounts after the wedding. What will I need to do?" He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Jane had noticed that little action seemed to be a nervous habit. She mentally told herself to keep smiling. Of course a man this beautiful would have someone special in his life.

"You'll just need to bring her in with you, and we'll have her sign some paperwork. Just make sure she has two forms of ID." Jane printed his receipt, proffering it to him.

"Thank you, have a wonderful weekend."

"Thank you, you as well. And don't work too hard." Just before he looked away she saw what appeared to be an almost wink, but laughed the idea away. He studied the receipt as he walked away, almost running into the next customer and apologizing profusely.

Jane shook her head as he exited. She couldn't wait to meet the woman who was lucky enough to go home with him every night.