slayers_desire | healing abilities don't lessen the pain

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clark,
untaken road

healing abilities don't lessen the pain

A flickering of light in the middle of April's apartment had foretold the PINpoint portal's appearance. It flashed, leaving the young woman kneeling on the ground, struggling to keep her weakening arms and knees strong against the anguish of pain from The Beast's attack. Already her healing abilities were at work to reduce the ill effects on her body. The sprained ankle, the bruises around her neck, the scrapes on her arms, the black eye, and the dark bruising of being kicked in the stomach.

It would take time to heal everything. And right now... April was barely able to crawl across the floor to her bathroom, where she puked up her last meal, and some blood from internal injuries.

Sitting against the cool bathroom wall, April steadied her breathing. Gritted her teeth against another wave of pain, as slowly she removed the torn and bloody clothing from her body. First her shirt, then her pants. And threw them at the hamper... missing it completely.

Glancing up to the bathroom cabinet, where the first aid kit was kept, April attempted to stand. But failed that too. Returning to her seated position very quickly when her legs just didn't have the strength anymore.

Fighting against the parts of her mind that told her to sleep, April crawled to where her pants had fallen and pulled out the PINpoint in them. She wasn't quite sure what she should message Clark, as part of her worried about sending him full details and making him feel concerned. But she should at the very least let him know that she was home now. Safe again.

Clark. I have returned back to Kansas. Give me a call when you can.

With that message sent, April took several deep breaths and attempted standing again. This time she had just enough strength to grab at the First Aid Kit, and have it fall down beside her on the bathroom floor. Opening the kit, she pulled out the wrapped roll of bandages, and started nursing her injuries back to health. Starting with her sprained foot.

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"It was the day after my dad told me the truth, about where I came from. I dreamed that I was flying over Smallville, and when Mom called and woke me up, I was about five feet over the bed. I was so startled I fell and broke the legs of my bed off." She's seen his bed, and knows that it's solid oak, one of the sturdiest types of furniture around. And if she ever noticed marks of repair around the legs, this explains why. "That was kind of hard to explain to my parents. I hadn't broken any furniture in years."

"Thank goodness we had you to get the bed back to the ground when I lifted the furniture... otherwise we would of both broken the bed." April is tempted to joke slightly that is not the way a couple should break a bed.

Then a lightbulb goes over her head. "Hey! I could practice my powers on you. Then I wouldn't worry about dropping you. Or hurting you. Because your flying powers would keep you safe."

He grins. "That is an excellent idea," he says, because her powers aren't magic, exactly, not enough that she could hurt him with them. And he survived a drop from low Earth orbit, so he knows that there's no height she could drop him from that would hurt him.

"We will have to plan a day for that. Lifting Clark with my mind. And trying to see how far my telepathy can sense you."

"And more flying for you." She knows that makes him happy.

He kisses her and rests his head against hers. "I will definitely be your guinea pig for as long as you need one."

"Guinea pig and alien lover." April chuckled. "Everything I have ever wanted for the man I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Through half-closed eyes, she envisions the glittering again, and seems to realize that the shining is coming from Clark's skin. "Oh... its you that glows."

"I'm a multipurpose kind of guy," he says with a laugh.

He's surprised, though, at what she says next, and he can't help glancing down at himself. "It is?"

April moves her hands up his shirt, touching his chest as the vision becomes a little clearer to her. Its a happy one. "A beautiful glow. Because you will be honored in bronze for all you do for the world."

Well. This certainly doesn't seem to be a bad thing, although it is a bit of a surprise. "Bronze... like statues?" He's not quite sure how he feels about that.

She nods. "A statue in your honor."

It makes sense to why this vision was trying so hard to reach her. This whole night April had wondered how she could ever show Clark how proud of him she is. And the visions wanted to let her know that sometime... in the future... his heroism would be embodied forever in bronze. That people would respect him. Love him. Accept him.

He's still really uncomfortable with the idea of being held up as a shining example of incorruptible heroism, but on the other hand, every bit of support he gets for not being destined to take over the world is another reassurance on his heart. And that the people of his world really will accept him one day, whether totally or only in part, but enough that they'll want to honor him.

"I hope they'll get my good side," he says softly, and when he thinks about what it might look like, he can't imagine it without that caped costume that his older self wears, the iconic supersuit. And he hopes they don't make him look ridiculous.

"Mmmm lets find that good side." April gently studies his profile from both sides. And runs her hands down that incredible chiseled chest. And smiles.

"Darn. All good. All incredibly handsome. How do I choose?"

((disappearing for work for a couple of hours))

"You could flip a coin," he teases her, and his hands reciprocate, although much more gently out of respect for her injuries. He knows that she heals fast, but he never ever wants to hurt her, even accidentally.

April leans in for a soft, gentle kiss. "Good thing you are all mine. With all that handsomeness."

He smiles, and kisses her back, his hands keeping her steady and tugging her just a little closer. "Hey, now. Don't forget, there are two fantastic-looking people in this relationship. And a certain blond beauty is looking more gorgeous by the minute."

"Mmm you are getting better at that." April gives a excited shiver as he tugs her closer. "I have taught you well."

"Yes, Mistress," he says with a laugh, trying to sound like the obedient student. He's still terrified of losing her to Jor-El's retribution, or to threats from her own world, but one thing that Victor managed to convince him of is the need to spend time with the people he loves, to share in the joys of life, before it's too late and he's left with nothing more than regret.

His response earns another excited shiver from April. "You wicked man. I plan to do some incredibly naughty things with you."

She truly believes in living life to the fullest. And is glad that she can be passionate and joyous in Clark's arms.

"You have plans?" he teases her lightly, and he doesn't mind if this is premeditated or not, because any time they spend together is precious. Especially after the close call of today. His hands keep touching her, lightly stroking down her body, as if to reassure them both that she's still here, still living, and healing despite the damage. And perhaps enticing more.

"Plan might not be the right word. As my ideas come up sporadically. With given reasons of course." April is going to remove clothes off Clark now. She just wants to touch him. Be close to him.

Clark sits up a bit more to help with the removal of clothes, and carefully does the same to her. "Seems a bit silly when you just put them on," he says, but he's very gentle with her, in case she's still sore or worse. "But I think I can definitely stand to look at you. For a long, long time."

April is relieved that there is no protest of sore muscles at all when her nightgown is removed over her head. "Looking is good. I must admit when I see that spark in your eyes when you see me..."

And she is not talking about the heat vision effects.

He rests his hands on her bare arms, feeling the warm skin beneath his palms. "The one that tells you that I love you, and I always will. I feel like there's no way I can ever say it enough and yet we don't have to, because we know." If there was any doubt, proof is etched upon both their skins, binding them together.

It is that proof on his skin that April touches. "Yes. That one."

"It is that spark that keeps me strong. That keeps me from worrying needlessly about what may happen... because whatever comes our way..."

"We have each other." She leans into place her lips on his tattoo.

He half-closes his eyes for a moment at her kiss, and seeks out the mark on her shoulder, tracing it lightly with two fingers. There's a comfortable spark of gold in his eyes, of the other sort, but still a sign of his love for her. A sign that despite whatever's going on in life, he still wants her to be with him. "Whatever happens, I'm glad we found each other."

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