slayers_desire | lets do the time warp baby ((Future-Verse))

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lets do the time warp baby ((Future-Verse))

After a full week of classes, April felt drained and accomplished. Things were getting more intense with final papers and preparations for the end of her first year.

It felt good to enter her bed, cuddle into the blankets and fall asleep. Unfortunately, it seemed that her voices were not going to let her sleep easily tonight.

The vision came on stronger than any other she ever had. In the haunting whispers of the vision, April could see all seven faces of the Big Bads that were threatening Rome. And because of her knowledge of the TV shows, April woke up feeling worried.

She had to tell someone. And as she grabbed her phone, April felt strange and was surrounded by a sickly green light. This was bad... she knew it. And she felt being pulled into the light... then falling... falling... falling.

Until she hit the bed again. April gasped out loud. Not sure if that had been part of the dream or not. She didn't even notice that the bed in which she lay was bigger. Or that there was more space in the bedroom either.

Trying her phone again, all April received was static. It was like the phone wasn't working. And she set it down, and glanced around her surroundings. Noticing the bigger bed, and bedroom, April clutched the sheets to her in concern.

"Where am I?"

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Clark's been out on patrol for a while today, but it seems as though most of the trouble for now has been quelled, there are no major incidents needing his help, and Watchtower is in good hands. Lately, he's been more and more eager to go home, with very good reason.

"Honey, I'm home!" he calls out as he opens the front door. He still gets a kick out of saying that.

From the bedroom, April heard the voice. And recognized it immediately. Which had her scrambling off the bed, down the hallway and towards the man who came into the door.

She didn't even register what he said until she entered the main entrance, and stopped at the sight of the man at the door. It was Clark... but it wasn't her Clark.

"Clark?" Her voice filled with panic.

Clark smiles when he sees her, but it falters when he notices there's something wrong here. His gaze flicks down to her stomach for a moment, and a look of concern crosses his face. "What happened?"

April wasn't even sure if this Clark would know her or not, but at least he wasn't acting like she was a stranger to him. And she looked around to the strange surroundings of a home.

"I'm not sure. I had a vision. Then this green light surrounded me."

"What year is it?"

Clark's expression clears a little, though his thoughts betray nothing. He's learned a lot from her about mental shielding in the years between them. "It's 2012." He takes a step closer to her. "You're from the past." It's not a question, exactly.

"2012... yah... definitely." April takes a couple of deep breaths. Trying to calm herself.

"It was the Third Evil. That stupid green energy that tried to take me over before."

He definitely remembers that, though he isn't sure how much he should tell her. He already got in trouble once for letting people in his past know too much about the future.

But first thing's first. She's upset, distressed, and displaced. "Are you okay?"

Her immediate thoughts are that she is stuck here. Lost to her Clark. And after almost losing him to death again, April holds back a sob. "I... I'm scared."

He's worried as hell about his April right now, but this one is hurting and he wants to help. So without thinking about it twice, he hugs her carefully, trying not to think about how strange this is. He's gotten so used to the changes her body had been undergoing over the last few months, to have it all disappear is throwing him off a little. "Hey, it's okay."

Hugging him back, it is a little weird for April. As much as this is still her Clark, he feels different. Especially with him using those mental blocks.

"I don't know how to fix this."

"Don't worry. It will be fixed," he assures her, and it isn't just empty words. He keeps most of his memories under wraps, but opens his mind enough so she can feel his absolute certainty. With him, it's fact.

Sensing his certainity, April gets the feeling that for this Clark... they have done this and solved it. Even if it was solved six years ago.

She finally notices something else. "You are wearing the Superman suit."

He has to chuckle a little at that. "Well, since I am Superman, it seemed to make sense," he says, gently teasing her a little.

The teasing made April blush. It really wasn't fair that he could still do that.

"You always were a Superman in my heart." She shrugs her shoulders. Trying to recover the moment. "I just meant... the last time I saw a future-you, he wore... you wore a different costume."

That made her stop and pause. "Are you the same one? The one I helped recover from Red-Kryptonite?"

He'd hoped it would put her more at ease, make her feel more like home. "I've been through a few different suits since I started working 'officially' as the Blur. But it seems I can't fight fate." He doesn't seem bothered by it anymore, though.

He nods. "That was a few years ago for me. But yes. I am."

"You look good in it." April notes.

She realizes something else. "Where is your April?"

"Thanks. It doesn't feel as stupid as I always thought it would."

He smiles again, reassuringly. "Back in my past. Your present. I should also tell you that your Clark may be a bit shellshocked when you get back."

"You could never look stupid."

"Oh? Why?"

"Oh, I don't know. The leather jacket idea was a bit... goofy-looking, in hindsight."

Again, the careful consideration of how much to say. "Well... my wife looks a bit more pregnant than he's used to."

April is not sure what word makes her feel the most wobbly. In a good way.

"Wife. Pregnant?"

He keeps his hands on her, gently, in case she needs the support. A little bit of a habit left over from when his April was in her first trimester. "I shouldn't say too much, but... yeah. Our first."

"So it is possible..." She wipes away some happy tears. And hugs him tightly. "Oh Gosh! You must be so worried about her and the baby then."

He doesn't hesitate to hug her back. "I knew it would happen eventually, but I didn't know when. And while I know you make it back okay..." He closes his eyes a moment. "She should be fine. I hope. Both of them."

She can't imagine how hard that must have been for Clark. Knowing that someday the switch would happen, but not when. And it must of felt similar to not knowing when that 'life-owed' would be taken by Jor-El. And so she hugs him tighter.

"If something happened, you would know enough to worry more."

"Only if it happened while you were there." He shakes his head. "She'll be fine." He's matured a lot over the past six years, no longer as rash and impulsive, otherwise he would've run off by now to find a way to fix this. At least this way he's confident that it will be fixed, and he'll have his wife and child back.

"Why don't I change into something a little less colorful?" he suggests.

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