prompts { 2023 } fictober

[iluvroadrunner6]

Doing this again to get back into Nano shape because I can. Will need to look at plans for October and see what I might need to write ahead but enjoy



PROMPTS:
01. “It’s not too late, let’s go.”
02. “Don’t worry, I got you.”
03. “Okay, show me.”
04. “Do you even know what this means?”
05. “You’re the smartest person I know.”
06. “I can’t wait for you.”
07. “Do you recognize this?”
08. “Give me that, before anything happens.”
09. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
10. “It’s alright, I’m here now.”
11. “You lost it. Well, we lost it.”
12. “I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”
13. “Come with me, hurry.”
14. “If you don’t stop now —”
15. “Fine, explain it to me.”
16. “Do you know a way out of here?”
17. “I never said it would be easy.”
18. “We can’t do this on our own.”
19. “What if we’re wrong?”
20. “This better be good.”
21. “Just in case this doesn’t work.”
22. “Who takes care of you?”
23. “No, you won’t understand, ever.”
24. “Is it over? Is it really over?”
25. “Do I look like I knew that?”
26. “Honestly, why would I care?”
27. “I don’t know if they will accept this.”
28. “I may not get another chance to say this.”
29. “That’s all? Easy.”
30. “Are you with me?”
31. “It’s not your fault.”

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Completed: 31/31
Word Count: 45,691

Comments

10/15 ~ fine, explain it to me. (2/2) ~ lost girl/dctv ~ 2,581

[dontkanyeme]

A couple of decades later, Bo is back in Kansas again.

Currently, she’s running through some cornfields, chasing a Corn Jenny who slipped out of the jurisdiction of both the Ash and the Morrigan. Since Bo is unaligned on every front, she is the best person to bring them back. Which naturally has her and Kenzi dodging razor sharp leaves that come dusting out between ears of corn only to disappear again. Bo just narrowly dodges another attempted stabbing before the corn rustles and the wayward Fae disappears.

“Damnit, Jenny!” she shouts into the field. “You’re only making this a bigger problem.”

“Fuck off, succubus!” The voice comes rippling through the cornfield, but she can’t pinpoint the point of origin. Kenzi comes up against her back, eyes wide as she scans through the lines of matching corn around them.

“Maybe we should switch from offense to defense.”

“Maybe.” Bo isn’t sure how to do that in the middle of a cornfield where Jenny can just blend in at a moment’s notice. She scans over the area and she can’t help this nagging feeling of having been here before in the back of her mind. “Have we been here before?”

“In Bumfuck Nowhere, Kansas? Absolutely not.”

“Right.” Bo shakes her head before turning and pointing. “There’s a barn in that direction. Let’s get out of the corn until we have a plan.”

“Good idea.”

As they burst out of the manicured edge of the cornfield, Bo collides with a solid human chest and stumbles back in surprise. She then blinks as she looks at two faces, both familiar yet not at the same time.

“Who the hell are you?” one of them demands.

“Hi. I’m Bo. This is Kenzi.” She squints at both of them. There’s something about them that’s so…something. Her eyes then glance to the barn behind them, and then back to them. “Sorry, have we met before?”

“Obviously not, Bobo, given that they wanted to know who we are and you just introduced us,” Kenzi chirps over her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry. I’m just having the weirdest case of déjà vu.” She shakes her head, attempting to shake it off and focus on the matter at hand. “We’re private investigators. Our clients asked us to track someone down and they’re currently hiding in your cornfield. We don’t want to cause any trouble. We just want to get our bounty and go.”

The two boys look at each other and suddenly become very interested in their little project. “We can help you.”

“No,” Bo and Kenzi respond simultaneously, and Bo continues. “Just go back to the house. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.”

“No, you don’t understand,” the one with dark hair protests. “We can help.”

“And we know the land better than you do,” the blond continues, turning to head past Bo to the cornfield. “We can probably help you get it done faster.”

Bo catches the blond’s arm and shakes her head. “You don’t understand, it’s—”

What happens next happens quickly. Brunette teenager protests Bo putting hands on his brother. A flash of movement catches out of the corner of her eye, and she reacts before she really thinks it through. She shoves the blond teenager out of the way, putting herself right in front of Jenny’s blades as they stab out of the edge of the field of corn and right into her gut.

“Oh, that’s bad.” Bo can feel it as the blades withdraw and the corn field cackles in delight.

“Did the corn just laugh?”

“Oh, my god, you’re really bleeding.” Bo sways to the side and the brunette teen catches her easily, scooping an arm under one shoulder. “Jonathan, help me!”

Blond teen—Jonathan—catches the other side of her, pulling her toward the barn before she can protest. As they disappear under the eaves, she squints up at the ceiling with a frown. “Why do I know this barn?”

“Probably the blood loss, BoBo.” Kenzi appears in her field of vision, checking the wounds. “Shit this is bad. Let me call Dyson.” Over her shoulder, she shouts back to the boys. “If her eyes glow blue, get out of there!”

Bo, distantly, knows that Dyson is too far away, but she can’t feed on any of these kids either. The boys don’t seem to heed Kenzi’s warning either. Jonathan shifts her to take her weight from his brother. “Jordan, go get the first aid kit. Maybe we can slow the bleeding while we wait for an ambulance.”

Ambulance. That might help. She can snack on the paramedics while he’s waiting for a better meal to show up. Honestly, Jonathan is looking tastier by the minute, and she needs to get out of here. There’s a soft gust of wind off to one side of her as Jordan leaves—wind? That’s weird. But the thing that really gets her attention—thankfully before Jonathan becomes a snack too good to resist—is a stronger gust of wind coming from the direction of the cornfield.

“What’s going on?”

“Dad! They were tracking something in the cornfield and she got stabbed trying to protect me.”

It’s the voice that clicks everything into place for her. As she rolls her eyes up to the new arrival, it all makes sense. “Clark?”

Clark’s eyes snap to her, studying her face briefly before they widen in surprise. “Bo?”

Jonathan looks confused. “You two know each other?”

Bo can’t answer that question, unfortunately. The moment a viable source of healing steps into the room, her survival instincts kick in. She pushes Jonathan away, stumbles towards his father and mumbles something that might pass for an apology before laying one on him.

Familiar chi spills across her tongue as she pulls on the familiar source. Clark is strong and sturdy, but Bo knows enough by now to know he’s definitely not Fae, and that’s something she’ll want to interrogate later.

“Crap, she wasn’t kidding about the blue glowing eyes,” Jonathan says from over her shoulder. Bo breaks away, leaving Clark coughing but otherwise upright. She only takes enough to seal the wounds as best she can and stumbles backwards.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.”

Clark looks very confused, as is his right, but also like something he’s been trying to make sense of for a while finally does. “It was you.”

“Yeah,” she says awkwardly. “I owe you…a really long explanation.”

“Do Jordan and I also get to sit in on this explanation?” Jonathan asks as his brother returns from the house, first aid kit in hand. “Because we would also like to know what was going on.”

Bo pauses, before glancing back to Clark because that’s going to be his call, given the subject involved. Clark glances from them to her, unsure of how to answer, before Kenzi returns.

“Okay, Dyson is on his way, but he’s still about an hour—oh, you look better.” The other woman blinks, confused, before turning to the new man in the barn. “Hello, Cornfed Hotness.”

Bo closes her eyes. “Kenzi, this is Clark.”

Kenzi blinks, then turns back to Bo. “Wait, you actually know this barn?”

Bo nods, and she catches the edges of Clark’s ears turning red, and she sighs. “It’s a really long story.”

“One we still want to hear,” Jonathan points out. “Mom might even too, given what just happened.”

Bo blinks, and then looks down at the wedding ring on Clark’s finger as she winces. “Damn. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s…well, it’s not okay, but it seems like there were extenuating circumstances.” He studies her for a moment, before he puts two and two together. “Did that heal you?”

“Yeah.” Bo eyes the corn field behind them and tries to weigh her options. Kenzi can see her doing the math.

“Are you going to be good to go back in there without a full heal?”

Bo considers, but given how they were barely staying ahead of Jenny when she was at full strength. She doesn’t want to try when she’s only got half a tank. She shakes her head. “Okay. We have an hour for Bo Story Time before my back up gets here and we have to deal with Jenny.” She glances over at Clark, and then down at her blood-covered torso. “Any chance I could use that shower again?”

He looks a little more untrusting this time, with so much he still doesn’t understand, but Clark is still Clark. He nods, his body language open as he gestures for them to follow him back to the house.

“Yeah. Of course.”

* * * * *

Lois is great, in Bo’s opinion.

Not that Clark is looking for her opinion on his wife, but she takes the fact that Bo had to kiss her husband to save her own life with an unusual amount of grace. She also seems to be equally curious about the explanation that Bo owes all of them. So after taking a quick shower to get the blood off of her and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, she finds herself perched on the couch in the Kent family room. A cup of tea rests in her hand and she hopes she can do this without things getting too messy.

As Clark passes her the tea, he asks, his voice low. “Is there any chance that we can keep this as PG as possible?”

Bo hesitates because rarely anything about her life is PG anymore. “I can try?”

Clark closes his eyes and sighs, before moving to the couch opposite her and sitting next to his wife. “Fine, explain it to me.” He pauses and gestures to his family. “Or us, rather.”

“Okay.” Starting at the beginning seems to be the best. “So, I’m a succubus.” Four pairs of eyes went wide and Clark looks a little green, so she quickly continues. “That I did not know when we met. I just knew that everything I touched died and was clearly an instrument of death and a curse on everyone I knew and I didn’t know why.”

“Which is why you were hiding in the barn.”

“Yes. I had been running for a while at that point, and I just needed a place to sleep, but you were incidental. I just really liked you and you were so nice and … things happened, and you didn’t die.” Bo still remembers that wave of relief. “You honestly don’t know what that meant to me at the time that you were fine.”

“Yeah, mostly,” Clark confirms. “I was just really run down for a couple of days. It was like I had a cold, which was weird, because I’d never had a cold before.”

“Yeah, speaking of that—what are you? Because you’re definitely not Fae, but you’re not human, either.”

Clark weighs that option for a moment, glancing between Kenzi and Bo, unsure of how much he wants to trust. “Can we just say not human and leave it at that?”

Bo nods. “Fair enough. Anyway, after I left, I eventually found the Fae. They taught me how to manage my feedings and the extents of my abilities so I don’t kill anyone anymore, which is … definitely an upside. The leaders of where I’m staying sent me here to track down a rogue Fae named Corn Jenny. Bascially every horror story ever told about corn fields? That’s her. And she’s way out of her jurisdiction, so they sent me to bring her back. That’s who stabbed me outside your barn.”

“Which is kind of my fault,” Jonathan admits sheepishly. “We were arguing with her and she pushed me out of the way.”

Lois looks back at her with a nod. “Thank you for that. I’ll forgive you for kissing my husband if it saved my son’s life.”

“I’ll take it,” Bo smiles. “But yeah. That’s the safe for work version. Once my friend Dyson gets here, we’ll track down Jenny and get out of your hair.”

“Do you need some help?” Clark asks. “It’s my corn field. I don’t want a murderous … Fae? Hanging out in there anymore than you do.”

Bo and Kenzi look at each other, and Kenzi raises an eyebrow curiously. “Does that non-humanness come with a side of super powers?”

Clark hesitates, like he’s trying to dance around the subject. “Something like that?”

Bo nods. “Works for me. Makes sense that you’d want to make sure it’s gone for good.”

“Good.” There’s the sound of tires scraping on the gravel drive. “And that’s probably Dyson. I’ll see you guys soon.”

She makes her way outside to meet Dyson at the car, and he raises an eyebrow curiously. “Everything okay?”

“You really don’t want to know.”

* * * * *

With Clark and Dyson’s help, a few hours later, they had Jenny hogtied and tossed in the backseat of Dyson’s car for the drive back to Canada. Clark is nice enough to drive Kenzi and Bo back to their car, where they have time to say goodbye, away from the prying eyes of his family.

“So.” She turns to face him with a smile. “Thanks again for the help. I promise the next time I show up in Smallville, I’ll do my best to call first.”

“I appreciate that,” Clark nods, before sliding his hands in his pockets. “And sorry for the ambush from the twins.”

“Hey, it happens with teenage boys. They’re trying to figure out how to be their own people.”

Clark nods in return before looking up at her with a smirk. “They think you’re way too hot for me, though.”

She laughs. “I think they’d be surprised what a little cornfed charm can land. Also, their mom is gorgeous, so clearly they don’t know what they’re talking about.” As most teenage boys rarely do. She offers her arms out in a hug, and he takes it, pulling her in closer. “It was really good to see you, Clark. I’m glad things worked out well for you.”

“You too, Bo.” As he steps back, he holds up his hand to Kenzi in a wave. “Nice meeting you, Kenzi.”

“See you around, Kansas,” Kenzi fires back from the passenger’s seat, waiting for Bo to join her.

The drive is mostly quiet until they reach the main highway heading north when Kenzi determines she’s kept quiet long enough and turns to Bo with a bright grin. “Dude. You know who he is, right?”

Bo blinks, before turning back to Kenzi. “What are you talking about?”

“I was watching him during the Corn Jenny showdown.” Kenzi ticks off powers on her fingers. “Super-speed, super hearing, wind breath, and completely impenetrable skin? Like did you see the way Jenny’s blades completely crumpled against his torso?”

Bo continues to blink at her in confusion before turning her eyes back on the road. “I have no idea what you’re getting at.”

“Oh, come on, it’s obvious. You totally barn-banged Superman!”

“What?” Bo blanches and shakes her head. “No. No way.”

“It is literally right there in front of you—”

Bo tunes out as she continues to rant about all the connections she made regarding Clark and the world’s most powerful superhero. There’s no way that of all the barns in all the world she stumbles into Superman’s.

But she won’t deny that somewhere, in the back of her mind, there’s a small voice going … did she?

… Nah.