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slayers_desire) wrote2011-02-20 10:21 am
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kidnapping Clark to a red-sun Earth
Things were bad. April had received a piece of silver kryptonite that had infected Clark with paranoia. Worse, the person she had thought had sent it actually had not. Which made her believe that Professor Fine, aka Brainaic, was behind the infection.
Clark had gone to the Nexus, where lucky Victor was able to intercept him. Through text messages and planning, April sent Victor the coordinates to an Earth with a red sun. One of the back-up plan places that April had established previously... just in case they ever had to deal with Clark in red Krpytonite or brainwashed state again.
She stood outside an apartment in the universe, waiting for Victor to show up. The red sun above her made her uneasy, but it was the only way to deal with Clark without his powers.
Clark had gone to the Nexus, where lucky Victor was able to intercept him. Through text messages and planning, April sent Victor the coordinates to an Earth with a red sun. One of the back-up plan places that April had established previously... just in case they ever had to deal with Clark in red Krpytonite or brainwashed state again.
She stood outside an apartment in the universe, waiting for Victor to show up. The red sun above her made her uneasy, but it was the only way to deal with Clark without his powers.
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"Fine wanted you to be paranoid of those closest to you. He wanted this to happen... and we just can't let him win. We just can't." She wrings her hands a little anxiously. Dealing with Fine is such a delicate balance.
"I think there were others in the Nexus that tried to help to. Fine obviously didn't know who he was dealing with. A man who has such a strength of friends. Good friends," This of course includes Victor.
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"Box?"
And she gives Clark's hand another squeeze, looking at him, trying to think if there's anything else she can do to help.
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Clark takes another few deep breaths, just soaking in the light, gathering more energy to talk. "There was a box on April's doormat, with a note claiming it was from Lex. I opened it for her and..." He holds up his hand, the one that had the cut on his finger, now just a fine white line that's on its way to disappearing. "That when I got infected."
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Finishing the details of the story, April added, "After Clark started acting strange... I called Lex to thank him for the gift. To ask him about the rock for my geology assignment. He informed me it wasn't from him."
"I started to wonder who would try to place the blame on Clark. And I immediately thought of Professor Fine." She is not sure of how much Clark has told Victor of Fine. "I had a vision telling me that Fine is a dangerous man. And Clark was told by others that Fine is going to try to bring forth Zod, a powerful Kryptonian enemy."
"I sensed Fine once. He is not human. We believe he goes under the name Brainaic, if that is more recognizable. And when I sensed the silver Kryptonite... it felt the same as sensing Fine. Like it was a part of him."
"I believe Fine could have benefited from this. Somehow."
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It's time for Victor to pull out the crisis-voice. You know the crisis-voice. Like people who talk folks down from jumping off buildings, the crisis-voice is calm, warm, certain, and without question. It's a pretty great contrast to how she can't stop messing with her arm. "You couldn't've known that the box was a trap. Even if you opened it, certainly Brainiac would've found another way to get the kryptonite into Clark. It must've been on some sort of homing system, anyway."
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He blinks up at Victor, a little disturbed that this would've happened no matter what. "Homing system? Why do you say that?"
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April added two more cents. "The meteor rock had no sharp edges. Clark. I think it was going to activate upon contact of your skin."
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He's a bit disconcerted to hear that the meteor didn't have any sharp edges, because it actually hurt, like a knife slicing through his fingers. "That makes sense." He looks up at April. "It didn't hurt you? Just me." He's not surprised, because it's kryptonite, and it always acts different with him than with other people.
He finally feels he has enough energy to sit up, so he does, carefully. He feels as wobbly as a newborn calf, but he's slowly getting better the longer he sits in the sun.
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She gently hugs him when he sits, to act as support and to just bloody hug him. "The only thing that hurt about that damn rock was seeing the state it put you into. And how it changed you."
"It was worse than seeing Kal. Or Kal-El." Mostly because neither his red kryptonite side or the brainwashed side viewed her as the bad guy. April really hated feeling the betrayal that Clark was infected with. "It twisted all my words and actions. Thank goodness Victor got through to you."
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She's there to support him if he needs her, one hand against his side. "I was lucky. I'm... it sounds stupid, but I'm sorry that I had to lie to you and make-believe betray you. I'd never do it in real life."
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He pulls out of the hug a little, puts his other arm around Victor in a half-hug. "I know. If you hadn't done that I probably would've run away. I was seeing some pretty crazy stuff. You were only trying to help me. And it worked."
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April wrestles with some stupid emotions herself. "And I am sorry Victor. For... being upset you could reach him and I couldn't."
"It should not matter. When someone needs help. They should get it."
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"Oh, gosh, don't sweat it. I'd probably feel the same way you do. Honestly, it was luck, and the fact that, uh, I have a lot of experience in crisis situations, but mostly it was luck. I was really scared it wouldn't work."
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"It almost didn't," he says to Victor, very seriously. "Getting me to go along with it, that is. I think I was about this close to imagining you turning on me too, and it never would've worked if that had happened. Or you would've had to corner me with green kryptonite to catch me. Chloe tried but she didn't want to get close enough to incapacitate me, and I got away." He may not remember a lot of specific details, but being subjected to kryptonite for real tends to be more vivid. "It really was just luck. And... I'm sorry for saying I would kill you." He's very, very glad that they went someplace with a red sun, where he couldn't hurt her.
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"Good thing for having back-up plans."
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"As much as I hate being Kal, I'd much rather deal with red kryptonite than do this ever again," he agrees, a hundred percent sincere. He looks down at April again, lightly stroking her upper arm with his thumb, trying not to expend too much energy but needing to give and receive a little reassurance after the horrible experience they all just shared. "Good thinking, finding a place like that. We probably won't be able to use the same one again but it was a great idea, not telling me about it."
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"One of our Nexus associates shared the coordinates with me. Last time you had been LOL'd into Kal-El."
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Victor doesn't actually mind Kal except for that he's using Clark's body and sometimes ends up upsetting Clark. Kal as a person, though... not so much of a problem with him, as long as he isn't hurting anyone. She figures saying as much would be a mistake right now. "Yeah," she says, trying to find a foothold in the conversation. Settling on just 'yeah' instead.
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He runs a hand over his face. "How bad do I look?" He's looking a hell of a lot better than he did by the time they got the silver kryptonite out of him, but he's still a wreck.
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He still doesn't have the energy to get up unless he absolutely has to, but he feels kind of guilty for dragging them out here and wasting time lying around in a field. He's not used to needing recovery time, and it's throwing him off. "Sorry."
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"Don't be sorry."
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