slayers_desire | kidnapping Clark to a red-sun Earth

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clark,
victor

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.

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"Sorry for what?" she asks, leaning back on one elbow, feeling blessedly drowsy in the warmth from the sun, like a lizard. It finally occurs to her what little sleep she's been having, but she wants to stay here, in the sun, in the grass. Belatedly, she checks around her to make sure there are no organic creatures out to poison her or otherwise attempt to make her their meal.

"Making you come out here and babysit me like I'm some kind of... sick person," he clarifies, which is a stupid thing to say because he's effectively recovering from an intense and sudden illness and he shouldn't expect to snap back to normal instantly. Even though he's healing at an extraordinary rate, it's not quick enough for him.

"You would do the same for us." Try fighting that logic Clark.

"God, no, that's not how I see it at all. I'm spending time with my friends, time I'd usually be wasting."

Victor, sleeping is not a waste of time. It's actually vaguely necessary sometimes. But she doesn't want to sleep right now, she wants to stay up and play. She is every parent's worst nightmare.

"Thanks," he says, quietly, and he knows he shouldn't be surprised at people caring about him like this but he's still touched. And he just closes his eyes for a minute, soaking in the warmth of the yellow sun and the smaller body heat of his two companions, one on either side of him. He tilts his head back just a little. "Feels good," he sighs, and whether that's all the sun or just the part where he isn't hurting anymore is up for debate. He finally takes a look around, recognizing the field. "Is this...?"

"You recognized it." A small smile from April. "Yes. It is."

She smirked over to Victor. "Did Clark mention that he got LOL'd into a kangaroo recently?"

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"He didn't," she says, sounding fully traumatized. They even get a mock-gasp, and she clutches his shoulder. "Your first animal el oh el? Honey, you gotta tell me these things, that's so exciting!" Pause. "I'm so thrilled about it I'm not even gonna crack the obvious kangaroo jokes. I'm gonna spare you both my terrible puns."

Clark swats at April, very lightly, even by human standards. "Tattle-tale," he says with a grin.

"There are obvious kangaroo jokes?" he asks, because come on, do other people do nothing but research obscure things like this in case one day their day comes along? "I wasn't the only one," he points out. "April was a deer, too."

"Who me?" April chuckled softly. It was nice to see Clark in a playful mood.

She blushes at him revealing she had been a deer. "It was really different. Being an animal. Unusual."

"Oh, there are," she says, enigmatically. "Anything about pouches, punches, 'roo-puns or jumping."

Her favorite is: what do you call a lazy baby kangaroo? A pouch potato. She thinks it's the funniest thing.

"A deer! That's really interesting. I've... turned into a bird a couple times, but not in years, and I'm thankful for it. Did you two have fun?"

"For the most part," he admits. "It was a bit confusing at first, and I didn't have any of my powers." Which is probably a good thing, because a flying kangaroo would've been ridiculous. "Thank God April still had her telepathy."

April giggles. Because a flying kangaroo would have been funny. Totally Captain Kangaroo references there.

"Clark had to fight off a stag that had showed up. But other than that it was fun. We raced. Played hide and seek. And got to eat grass."

"Yeah, that's definite luck. And that sounds pretty painless," she says, nodding her head all relieved. "The idea of being an animal bothers me. Y' know, with altered states of mind, that... that instinct in the back of your head, being changed. Then I start thinking about conservation of mass, and whether when I've changed if there's something with a bird-brain hanging out in my body."

"It wasn't so bad, once I got used to it," he admits, shifting one leg to stretch it out a little more. He still feels a bit weird, a bit off, but the sunlight is making a difference now. "It was actually fun once I figured out what was going on. And I'm glad at least one of us had hands."

"It enabled us to come here. Instead of hanging out in my Kansas apartment all day as animals. Clark still owes me new sheets." April leaned more towards the shade of the trees, then the bright sunlight.

Sheets, which means that they were sleeping in the same bed when the change occurred, which means they were having a sleepover. Sleepovers are awesome.

"Yeah, hands're important. Otherwise, how would you high five anyone?"

"Or open doors, or use PINpoints, or grab things," he adds, because he found that a lot more helpful.

He's still thinking about the last two days, trying to figure out how much of it was real. It's hard to tell, and he doesn't really want to ask, because he remembers some pretty disturbing stuff and he's fairly certain he was alone for a lot of it.

"I had four stomachs in deer form." Random information.

Bringing up her knees to hug them, April tries to think of appropriate way to phrase a question in her mind, but is just blanking.

"That's awesome. Four stomachs. It's strange, being aware of internal organs, 'cause usually they're just mellowed out, doing their organy thing. You always learn something new, from changing like that."

"You know what's really weird, was having a tail," Clark adds. "Changed my balance completely, but it sure made hopping a lot easier."

He looks over at April, a little concerned about her body language, and puts a questioning hand on her arm.

"I am always aware of my internal organs. Guess it is one of those vampires things." April smiles softly.

She places a hand on Clark's. "Just worried. Don't want this to happen again. I hate losing my connection to you. And feeling helpless."

Victor's fingers twitch, she realizes how terribly desensitized to these problems that she's become. Bad things happen, and the best thing to do is roll with the punches, handle the issues when they come, and not worry. Just be prepared. It's not her place to say so, though, not yet, she should give Clark a chance to comfort April his own way.

"...you felt it all too, didn't you?" he asks, with another twinge of guilt. It was bad enough that he had to feel terrified and paranoid for the last two days, but knowing that he subjected her to that by proxy... "This won't happen again," he promises her, not knowing if he can keep that promise but he's going to do his best to make damn sure he never even lays eyes on another piece of silver kryptonite. "I should have x-rayed the box before I opened it. If we ever get any more unexpected packages, I'll do that before we do anything else."

April can only nod to Clark's concern for her. It can be difficult for an empathic to share the emotions of the person they love.
Even though April cherishes the connection they share. Knows it gets them through the tough times.

"I wish there was a way to detect Kryptonite before it effected you. I would hate for us to always be suspicious of unexpected packages."

"It might be good to check unexpected packages with the x-ray vision anyway, considering all the other crummy things folks can put in boxes." Vicky is always paranoid, and it's important to be so careful.

"Is there... any way to put a lid on your empath powers, at least temporarily? It'll keep you safer when you're dealing with really painful things."

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