slayers_desire | sleep heals what ails you

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clark,
destiny

sleep heals what ails you

It had been over a day since April called on strong magic to save her dimension. And she still hadn't woken up from her deep slumber. Spike was more than a little worried. It was difficult to ensure that his daughter was healing properly when they couldn't even talk to her. Or ensure that she ate. And he understood that she had exhausted a lot of energy, but still...

He really didn't know what could be done at this moment. And that was why for the tenth time that night he was outside, smoking to release his discomfort and uncertainty. And it would be Spike that would be the first person someone saw -- if they headed towards the Villa tonight.

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Clark spends enough time in the Nexus to know that April isn't there. And he doesn't trust his PINpoint, buried underneath the snow and ice for a month, so he finds the door to her world and makes his way to the Villa on foot. The lack of chaos is a good sign, but it doesn't quite put him at ease.

He's managed to get rid of the faint glow that lingered after his brush with the sun itself, which helps a little as he makes his way through the dark streets, but he still feels full of energy.

From his vantage point, Spike catches a familiar scent. He frowns, and makes his way down towards the approaching Clark.

"Bugger all... what took you so long kid?"

"I got detained, kind of." It's true; he's been stuck in a Russian work camp ever since his 'rescue.' But the thing that worries him is how Spike worded that. "Did someone try to send me a message?"

"Hell like any of us can get through those passwords on her PINpoint. We tried yesterday. Thought you should be here."

"I didn't get my PINpoint back until today. What happened?" He looks past Spike, worried. He doesn't like the sound of this.

"She won't wake up. Been asleep every since we got home yesterday. Bloody hell I can understand a few hours after what she did... but this... it is bloody unnatural." Spike gestured for Clark to follow him back up to the Villa.

Clark follows, barely restraining himself from pushing past and finding her all the faster on his own. "What did she do?"

"Red says that she called upon the magic of the Powers That Be to battle the Third Evil, and win. They both were using time magic, we all bloody missed six weeks because of the madness."

"That sounds exhausting. Do you have any reason to believe it's not just that?"

"Even asleep, a girl with April's powers still projects something. I know from past experience with Dru. She was always there in my head."

"I don't get anything from April right now. But maybe I just ain't as close as a bloody should be."

He politely refrains from saying anything about that, not wanting to poke at old wounds. Or fresh ones. "Take me to her."

Taking Clark to the room where April is sleeping, Spike gestured at the chair beside the bed. "I have been watching her for a while."

"We haven't been able to feed her."

Clark doesn't hesitate to claim the chair for himself, situating it so he can easily take hold of her hand. He doesn't have any psychic powers of his own, of course, but he reaches out as best he can. Both physically and mentally, trying to get any sense of what's going on. April? April, I'm here.

Out loud, he tries to keep up the facade of calm concern. Getting upset won't help anyone. "Has anyone with medical training been able to look at her? Or is this the kind of thing that wouldn't leave physical traces?"

Her mind is clouded. He might be able to sense that she is in there somewhere -- but is struggling to find her way. It seems that his mental call does help to ease the situation, it gives her something to use as guidance to escape the confusion in her head.

"None of us are really doctors, nor can really trust one. Red figures its all magical anyway. Nothing a hospital could fix."

Just to be sure, he scans her from head to toe with his x-ray vision. Not sure what he's looking for, but needing to check. And all the while, he keeps trying to reach out to her. April. I'm here. Come back to me.

"I can understand not trusting doctors. I don't either, except for one."

Clark. Where are you? The remaining traces of magical energy in her head keep April feeling lost. But she is trying to find him. Trying to return to him.

"I am really not sure what we can do."

He thinks about focusing on the room, the physical setting in which he finds himself, but discards that as a better idea comes to mind. He's still full of the sun's energy. And the last time something like this happened, she saw him almost as a beacon. So he tries to use that. I'm here. Follow the light of the sun. I'm right here.

When he speaks aloud, he sounds a little distracted, trying to focus more on the mental calling. "I'll see what I can do."

The act of Clark concentrating on using the sun's energy will make Spike step away a little, as the beacon is both physical and mental. But it works...

April sees the light and heads towards it. Unafraid because she knows it is her boyfriend. The love of her life.

"If anyone can do anything kid, its you."

Clark doesn't reply out loud this time, closing his eyes and clasping her hand in both of his. That's right. This way. Come back to me.

The light clears the mists of her mind, allowing April to finally escape the magical energy that had held her. She blinks her eyes, finally opening them.

"Clark." Her voice is horse. "Hey sweetie."

He opens his eyes, tamping down on the solar energy, forcing it back down inside of him. He smiles at her, and reaches out to touch her forehead, as if checking her temperature. "Hey. Sorry I took so long."

Her temperature is a little cold, even colder than normal for a vampire.

"What do you mean? I saw you yesterday?"

He shakes his head slowly. "It's been a bit longer than that. For both of us. How are you feeling?" There are little clues about him that she may pick up, if not right away. The sun's power in his body, his lack of glasses, him not wearing his usual jacket.

"Tired." April struggles to sit up. Looking around the room for clues to what is going on. Her head still hurts.

"You look different. Stronger."

He puts his arm behind her, helping her to sit up. "I kinda had an unplanned run-in with the sun today. It'll fade in time."

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