<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kristine Anderson<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>School Nurse<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Still surprised, relaxing a little<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Hayden Sky<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br/><hr/><br/>How far they'd come since high school, in life and in distance.  As much as she'd hated leaving Hayden and some of their friends behind she couldn't wait to get out of Kansas at eighteen.  And now here she sat in Hayden's office a world away from where they'd met.  School didn't prepare her for what came after and college hadn't prepared her for the emotional toll her career would take on her life.  None of that weighed on her mind now though.  Hell, part of her felt like that teenage girl again.  All nerves and energy at seeing Hayden.  And this time, he wasn't taken or devastated.  Some small part of her, one she thought had died, had to wonder about the possibilities and implications of them working close together again.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh I remember Karen."</strong>All to well, and though she never said it out loud, she always thought he was too good for her.<strong>"But I also see you're not wearing a ring now, FlapJack."</strong>Which could mean a lot of things, but given the location of this conversation she had to needle him just a bit.  She knew he was too kind and too intelligent to be a bigot.   He'd become a better dresser since the last time she saw him too.<br/><br/>He leaned forward and her breath caught, just a small, fast hitch.  As he began to speak though she frowned.  New of the farm in trouble tugged at her heart.  His parents always worked so hard, but small farms were dying out like a plague had hit.  Those that weren't dying were being sold to larger farms owned by corporations not families.  She'd heard about his father, even went back to Kansas for the funeral, though she wasn't able to stay long.<strong>"I'm sorry, Hayden."</strong>She said softly.  He was in a tough spot and she doubted anyone around here even knew about it.<br/><br/>She smiled at his question about the responsibilities.<strong>"I could handle it in my sleep."</strong>A bit cocky? Yeah but she could back it up so all in all it was also truth.<strong>"Given what your board seems to want to encourage I would also be happy to give seminars on safe practices and offer a judgement free place to get what they need."</strong>The last thing she wanted was to be dolling out meds like candy because the campus was crippled by rampant venereal diseases or dealing with a rash of pregnant students.  No body needed that.