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An Abandoned Warehouse, The Abandoned Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon

While Rahl and Nicci were in a another part of the warehouse presumably making preparations for returning to the Midlands, Cara took a moment to evaluate her position. All things considered, it could be worse.

Sure, she was in chains, but the warehouse hadn't been set up properly for it, her feet were on the ground, and there was a support beam she could rest her weight against. And if she could felt the bruises forming under her leathers, well, she was Mord'Sith, she'd been bruised worse than this in play.

Besides, when all was said and done, much as he enjoyed it, when he didn't have magical cheats handy Darken Rahl wasn't quite as good at torture as he thought he was. Not by Mord'Sith standards.

Especially not when she knew she only had to endure this so long before they and she could end thing one way or the other.

[ooc: . People involved okay for broadcast, events not so much.]

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Clark honestly tried to avoid the path to creeperdom when it came to using his powers, but after the ominous note on the radio and not seeing Cara anywhere in the dorms, Clark broke out the X-ray vision as he hurried through town.

It wasn't too long before he found what he was looking for and burst inside, moving in a blur of red and blue to Cara's side. "Cara! What's going on?"

No, he didn't think to release the girl before starting in on the questions.

"Clark?" It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him, but this had the potential to make things so much worse. "You need to leave."

"Right, 'cause I'm leaving without you," he said, reaching up to snap the chains holding her in place like they were made of tissue paper. "Who did this?" Clark couldn't keep the worry from his voice when he saw all the bruising on her face.

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Cara shook her head. "It doesn't matter." Even if she wasn't the steadiest on her feet, she was still able to stand under her own power. "You don't understand, it's not safe for you."

But clearly it was just fine and dandy for her.

"We can argue about what's safe for who later," Clark pointed out, trying to get an arm around her. "I can get you out of here fast, okay?" She just had to let him.

Despite herself, Cara found herself clinging to him. "Clark, please, just go."

Of course, it wasn't really Cara Clark had to worry about letting him do anything.

Clark, Wizard's Web. Wizard's Web, Clark. Nicci was sure they'd be great friends.

Clark should've known it wouldn't be so easy to get Cara out of the warehouse, but he'd been away from Smallville for a seriously long time. "I can't move," he hissed, still feeling Cara touching him but this was something magical he couldn't free himself from no matter how hard he struggled. "Run. You've got to get out," Clark insisted, still unsure what was happening.

"I can't," Cara hissed back. If she'd realised Nicci was casting it, she could have turned it back on her, but it was too late now they were caught in it. "It's a Wizard's Web."

"There's a wizard here?" Well that explained a lot if he'd learned anything from Cara's talk of Zedd. It would be more helpful if Clark could move, but the least he could do was make a whole lot of noise while struggling against invisible restraints.

"Nicci's not a wizard," Rahl announced, circling the pair. "But she is very powerful." Nicci rolled her eyes in the background.

"And I see she's not the only one." He said, eyeing the broken chains dangling off Cara's wrists. "I can see how you might have caught Cara's interest." If Clark didn't feel vaguely dirty after that, then he should.

Something about the way Rahl talked gave Clark the chills. It was a lot like dealing with Lionel, only with the additional near-come.

Or was that Clark's inability to move away from the creeper talking?

"Let Cara go," he said, eyes the only thing able to track Rahl's movements. "Strength isn't all I possess."

"Clark, no." Hopefully the small but definite note of fear in Cara's voice should give Clark pause.

Rather than scared, if anything Rahl only looked intrigued by Clark's claim. "Nicci."

"Now why would I want to do that?" he asked, grinning at Clark as he stroked Cara's face. "Cara and I have such history."

That was just disgusting, no matter what atrocities Cara had committed in the past and he wanted nothing more than to tear this guy apart for even implying it. "History that's best forgotten," Clark gritted out, glaring hard and wishing he could turn his head just enough to blow this guy away with heat vision.

Clark wasn't the only one in the room disgusted with Rahl's performance, but at least Nicci had found something to distract herself with.

"His han is like none I've ever seen before." Maybe not as powerful as Richard's had been, but almost mesmerising.

"My han?" Clark didn't think there was time for him to be confused here, but he couldn't help it.

"Your magic," Rahl explained, as he moved away to collect Nicci's rada'han from where he'd stashed it for safe-keeping, no doubt she'd be happy he'd found another use for it. "I'm sure we'll all enjoy finding out exactly what you can do."

Cara's eyes widened. "No, I said I'd go with you." Well, maybe not said... "Leave him out of this."

"You're not going with them," Clark told Cara, even if his eyes were going a little wider at the sight of some weird gold bondage ring in Rahl's hands. "I won't show you anything if you take Cara."

"You will." Rahl went to secure the rada'han around Clark's neck. "Cara can be incredibly persuasive, once she's in the proper frame of mind."

Clark wasn't sure he'd ever instantly felt such horrible feelings toward a person before this moment.

And with that ring around his neck, suddenly he felt very free to act on those feelings, reaching out to grab Rahl by the neck with one hand. "You will never touch her again," Clark told him. Yeah, apparently that collar thing didn't work on aliens.

Well, Rahl certainly wasn't expecting that.

He gasped out something that might have been a question, but between the choking and surprise it was hard to be clear.

Nicci supposed she should probably do something to help Rahl. Or, you know, not.

At least she dispelled the Wizard's Web before making her exit?

Satisfied that the man wasn't going to be able to do much now that Clark could move and use his powers, he flung Rahl at a wall with more than human strength.

"That powerful enough for you?"

Yes, yes it was. More than powerful enough to be quite honest.

Not that Rahl's groan really held that much coherence.

Clark wasn't sure if that meant Rahl had gotten enough yet, so he sped over with super speed to help Rahl off the ground by the front of his shirt. "Ready to make a new deal? Your witch or whatever already ditched you." The deal was probably going to involve hitting him just a little more.

Cara had more than enough reasons to want Rahl dead, and frankly if there was one single person who deserved to die it was him.

But at the same time Clark was the one who was going to have to live with killing him once he calmed down and (even if part of her liked this angrier Clark far more than she should) he didn't deserve that. "Clark. Stop."

Clark paused before swinging his fist, one look at Cara was all it took for him to drop Rahl on the ground and make his way back to her.

Rahl didn't deserve his notice when Cara was battered and possibly in need of medical attention. "Cara, are you okay?"

Good luck getting her to actually go to the clinic, Clark.

"I've had worse." Cara didn't mention where and how since that would not help with the keeping Clark from beating anyone into a lifeless pulp plan.

Not that Rahl was sticking around to be beaten into a lifeless pulp.

This wasn't a tactical retreat, this was him fleeing.

Clark totally saw that, Rahl. "Should I go after him or let him slink home?" he asked, making it Cara's choice since he kind of thought she needed him considering how she'd been treated.

And to be honest, he sort of needed her, too.

The fact Cara all about tackled Clark, was probably all the answer needed.

Yes, it was Kahlan and Richard's thing. Yes, she mocked them often and loudly about it. It wasn't like they'd care that she was stealing it.

Oh yeah, Clark was ready to run with the nonverbal response, wrapping his arms around Cara and feeling for himself that she was okay.

Even if he was still wearing a stupid collar thing.

Well, there were times Cara thought a non-rada'han collar might be a good look for him, but that wasn't particularly important right now.

She broke away just long to mumble something that sounded suspiciously like "I love you", kissing him again before Clark could respond or she could panic about the fact she'd just said that. Aloud. To his face.

Clark hadn't expected that, even if he already knew it was true. It was all he could do to keep kissing her while simultaneously grinning in joy.

When he did finally pull away, it was to wipe the hair out of her face and tell her, "I love you, too." Thus implying that he heard her and knew it and that she'd technically won something there.

Cara didn't really know know how to react to hearing that. Though at least she didn't try to run away. It was entirely possible there was blushing involved, much as she try and deny it later.

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