slayers_desire | who are you... without your memories

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who are you... without your memories

Xander Harris piled all his Superman comics up against the pentagram he had engraved on the wall. He cut open his wrist, glancing over his shoulder at the woman in black behind him cautiously. She could attack him at any moment. But hopefully, his magical bonds around her wrists and ankles would keep her tamed while he was vulnerable.

They called him desperate... and after losing everyone important to him perhaps he was. Xander even mourned those that he disliked. There were very few heroes left. Times were desperate.

A few days ago Xander had captured the woman in black. She was important to his plan too. They claimed that she had the powers to make their world right again. To stop the evil. The problem was she was evil herself. Xander called her Lilith, basically because he had nothing else to call her and it seemed appropriate.

And right now, he was sacrificing the last few treasured memories he had. To fix the world, Xander needed to take Lilith to the Stone of Power. But he couldn't do it alone. He needed a hero. And his comics... this spell was his only hope.

He was asking for a Superman.

"He who seeks for the path, never knows where it will lead." The soft voice of the woman whispered behind him. Xander could feel her staring at him. He didn't care. He placed his blood onto the pentagram and opened the portal. This had to work. He had nothing else...

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"But you didn't." He kisses the top of her head. "Let's get out of here."

It is a good suggestion. One she gladly agrees with. She takes Clark's hand in hers, and heads towards the door.

But looks back when they reach the exit.

"I don't know what you were looking for... or testing... but I hope you realize that our love is something you can't destroy. And I won't let you destroy our love... or the love of any other innocent."

"Well said." He doesn't know if anyone was listening, but it doesn't matter. They beat this, enduring yet another trial together. And everything she said is the honest truth.

They beat this. And right now, April just wants to be with her husband. He will sense a lot of those emotions through the bond.

Even if she keeps herself restained on the outside, until they leave the building.

"The others will still be at the base. Illyria had claimed she knew something the others didn't. Victor was right that we couldn't trust her. I am glad not everyone came with us."

"So we're back to square one?" Even though what they just experienced wasn't real, they were so close to fixing her world. It's frustrating to realize that it actually wasn't.

"No..." She turns to face him. "Even though they tried to take something from us... they failed."

And she gives him another kiss.

After the kiss, he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He's still upset, but lets it go. "Are you all right?" She hasn't been burned by sunlight since the time she was losing her soul, and though she heals fast, and might not have been truly burned, she still has to remember it.

She remembers the pain... even though there are no wounds on her body. She remembers being hungry too...

And shares those emotions with him through the bond.

"I am mad. But I know they attempted to destroy us... because we are a threat."

"That should be their last mistake." This isn't the first time that forces from her world have tried to interfere, to take out April and her husband. And while he's sure it probably won't be the last, he hopes it is.

"As soon as you entered in my life... I knew you were different. They couldn't change that."

April remembers how kind he was to her, how he believed in her. And he didn't even know who she was.

"I could tell something wasn't right... things didn't add up, but I didn't remember questioning them." Like why he would've been living in an apartment by himself, for instance.

"You made the madness stop. You helped me see the light. And you returned my affection..." April was glad that they weren't separated with those fake memories.

He reaches up to touch her face. "It felt right. Two halves of a whole."

"I would like to take advantage of that feeling..." April kissed up his neck. "Is that bad?"

"Of course not. All the more reason to get home."

"Then please... lets do that." She justs wants to reconnect with that 'missing piece' that Wolfram and Hart tried to take away from her.

Clark has forgotten her before, when he had his memories blocked years ago. It doesn't unnerve him quite as much as the thought that he forgot their son existed, their beautiful baby boy, so soon after he was born. What's been happening at home, he wonders.

So it's with a bit of haste that he hurries them home together.

The good news is that nothing that happened to them had effected anything at home. Spike is still babysitting Jonathan. He is reading to him when Clark and April return...

"Hey kids. Home already?"

Jonathan recognizes his mother and father by sight now. And he starts to reach out for them.

Clark is quick to pick him up, holding him close as though they've been separated for a lot longer than they were. "Is everything all right here?"

"Everything is fine." Spike knows that something happened. He glances at his daughter, looking for answers.

"They took our memories away. We couldn't remember each other. Didn't remember our son..." April explains.

"How long were we gone?"

"Only a couple of hours. Five at the most. I fed him. Changed him. And he slept too. Never looked upset over anything." Spike reassured him.

He can also see that his daughter is distraught. "Pet?"

"I was like mother... the whispers had taken over." April whispered.

"Your world was... much worse off for it," Clark says, knowing Spike will realize how serious it must have been. The Buffyverse is in dire straights now, but for it to be worse...

"Oh love... you are nothing like you are mother." Spike strokes her hair gently. He can imagine how bad things could have gotten, if his daughter hadn't been able to battle the Demons and Hellmouth in Rome.

And Clark was the man that gave her strength to do that.

"Well you fought back? Yes?"

"We were so close to fixing things there." He can't regret getting their real memories back, but it is frustrating.

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