slayers_desire | kidnapping Clark to a red-sun Earth

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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.

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Clark's had more than enough blips that his parents are old hands at rolling with the punches these days. It's never easy while it's going on, of course, especially if stuff ends up broken or people get hurt. But they love him, and always will, and they only want what's best for him.

Clark subtly (or so he thinks) gives both of his parents a quick scan, to make sure he didn't hurt them too badly. They exchange a bit of a knowing look, but let their son assure himself that they're just bruised and shaken.

With the cleanup crew, Chloe nods in agreement, finding the broom and sweeping up the littler bits of shattered crockery. "I haven't seen him that scary since his last red kryptonite episode," she says, completely unaware that she's actually missed one or two of those. "He came to see me at the Daily Planet and just freaked out over some emails Lionel Luthor sent me. He must've been hallucinating because we were talking about Lex, not him. Oh," she says, looking at Victor, because she knows that she's not from this world and wouldn't have heard. "Lex is running for the Senate, and I got an internship at the Planet."

The mention of Lex makes April think back to her phone call with the billionaire. And how the thought of him as a senator was a bit disturbing. In the comics... President Lex Luthor was a feared and powerful enemy.

And from her Nexus visits, there are things she knows but can not say about the Luthors. Things learned from Smallville people who are five years ahead of them.

Instead, she comments on a neutral topic. "An internship? Thats great news Chloe."

"Running for Senate," she says, voice blankly interested, trying to keep from showing bias. She wonders if Lex even has any interest in politics, or whether it's one of those This Is What Rich People Do situations, or This Is A Stepping Stone To World Domination.

"And an internship. That sounds like a great job for you. Are things going smoothly so far?" She dampens a cloth, wipes off the counters, proper circular motions.

"Yeah," Clark says, looking back at them. "Dad's been thinking about running against him."

"Clark..." Jonathan says with a frown. "I'm not so sure it's a good idea anymore. When you thought you had been exposed, it got me thinking about what it would be like if I really did run for Senate. Our family would be under a lot of scrutiny, and there's a good chance your secret might come out."

"It doesn't matter," Clark counters firmly. "I want you to run. It's the right thing to do."

In response to the internship question, Chloe gives a nod, and sweeps the broken bits into a dustpan. "I've only been there for about a month but it's my dream job. They're starting me in the basement but I'm in now. I'm totally fine with working my way up."

"Senator Kent has a nice ring to it." April said. Totally oblivious to the possibility that it could be the other Kent in the room who reaches that mark.

"You know you have our support. To run things behind the scenes to keep things from the press. And now... we have someone in the press. Sort of."

Now, that Senate thing... that's totally up to the Kents. Whatever they want to do, and it's not her place to send in her duo of pennies on the subject. Politics is a dirty game, especially (she's gathered, since her travels with Kal) in Metropolis. She doesn't blame Jonathan for wanting to keep his hands clean.

"Hey, it's all about getting your foot in the door, in that kind of business. You'll move up," she says, grinning at Chloe, cleaning in those same circles.

"That's what I said," Martha tells April with a small smile, also unaware which one of them will end up bearing that title. "After Jack had to resign, it leaves Lex almost unopposed. The state needs someone honest and hardworking who'll represent the interests of the farmers who live here."

"All right," Jonathan concedes. "I suppose I can't stand by and let a Luthor run Kansas." He looks serious, and faces Clark. "You did see me and Lionel, but he was offering to fund my campaign against Lex."

Clark's a little relieved to hear that, because he still can't tell what all he saw was real and what wasn't, although he's a little surprised to hear that Lionel doesn't want his son playing politics.

Chloe gives a modest shrug at her own attention. "I won't lie in any articles, not for political reasons, but if something happens I'll gladly redirect people away from Clark. And who knows, this could be the start of an awesome career."

It was strange to hear that Lionel didn't want his son in politics. April finished the area that she was cleaning, and stood to dust herself off.

"Anything else we can do to help?"

It isn't so surprising to Vicky, but that's because power struggles and convoluted relationships are pretty much how people show their love, it's just that the more money you have the more jacked up it gets. As far as Victor's concerned, the craziness is just how the families that raise you are, with the exception of Clark's family who is awesome. But even in the case of Clark's family, he was adopted and his birth-dad's kind of a jerk right now.

"Who knows," she says, cheerily. "But it's exciting, to be at the center of things when news starts to break."

Clark's parents look over what they've done so far, cleaning up the mess, and Clark looks a little guilty still over having caused it in the first place. "I'll replace the door," he offers, but when he takes a step to superspeed away he wavers, just a little.

April is at Clark's side at the first sigh of the waver. "You. Should. Rest."

This is her don't argue with me Mister voice.

"Yeah, honeybee, you have got to sleep," she says, less firmly than April did, smiling at him. "Remember, we have a double date with science."

"I'm fine," he says, automatically, but has to concede that he isn't feeling a hundred percent just yet. "But the door needs fixing..."

"I'll take care of it," his dad assures him, even as he stands there with those dark bruises as fingerprints on his throat. Clark's parents almost never see Clark weakened in any sort of long-term state, so they aren't used to dealing with that sort of thing and don't want to take any risks.

"Go lie down, sweetheart," his mom encourages him, frowning in concern, and puts a hand on his chest. "We can handle it." Neither one of them asks about the 'double date with science.' They know already that Clark has been letting Victor run tests on him, and even though they're still iffy about it on principle, it seems to be going okay so far.

It's four against one, five if you count Chloe, who's watching the interchange with as much concern as the others. "Okay," Clark agrees, a little reluctantly.

"Thank you." April whispers. Standing on her tiptoes to kiss his forehead. She doesn't like to see him weakened either. And wants to protect him. Take care of him -- like he has taken care of her previously.

"You will see Victor and I again soon. Besides, I think both of us could use with a good nights rest too." It was a tiring experience for April. And she knows she awoke Victor from slumber.

"Y' know, we could always just... do the thing where we cut open a trashbag and tape it sealed over the door hole, just for tonight, so we can all rest?" she offers. She thinks that it might be a bad idea to mess with this whole putting a door together thing right now.

And a little, twittery laugh, scrubbing a hand over the side of her face. "Yeah...." Oh yeah, she definitely woke her up.

"We'll still be up for a few hours yet," Martha says after a moment, when she remembers the time difference. It's still late afternoon in Smallville, though it's understandable how the younger folks in the room might've lost track. "We can take care of it. And Victor, you're more than welcome to sleep here if you're too tired to make it back."

"We've got plenty of room," Clark agrees, and now that he's standing still and thinking about sleeping, he really wants to just lie down and sleep for a few hours.

There is a part of April that just wants to stay at Clark's side. So she is glad there always seems to be an open invitation for her to stay.

"Sleepovers!"

"Oh, gosh. Of course, I'm sorry. I got like... two hours in, what time is it? A day in a half? I'm a little stupid right now." A soft, self-deprecating laugh, and her shoulders lower, she reaches for her bag. "Thank you so much for the offer, but I think I'm gonna have to dash home. Some other time, I promise. If there's anything else I can do to help, you guys have my number, and it's a pleasure to see all of you, though I wish it was under better circumstances."

Clark's a little disappointed to see her go, but he knows he'll see her again soon. Of course, he can't let her go without a big hug. "Thank you. For everything."

((And speaking of sleep...))

And April is next to hug Victor. "Ditto. I am so glad we know you."

((nights. I think this scene is good to end anytime))

She hugs them both back tightly (yet still carefully, she has skills like that) smiling. "Oh, gosh, I'm glad I know you too. Rest well, all of you." A press of a button, and she's gone.

((And here (http://victormakesart.livejournal.com/109759.html) we go! Me, April, Clark?))

Once she's gone, Clark takes April by the hand and leads her up to his room, intent on sleeping forever.

((I just can't sleep with tags in my inbox, lol. Posting order is fine with me. As is ending this one.))

((all looks good to me here too))

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