Lana Lang

[ooc: More from Lana's new Charmed AU, which I've finally decided to name White Magic Woman. Clark is a NPC and therefore planetbound, unless there's some crazy person out there who wants to indulge me later on.]

"There's no such thing as polishing the raised scepter of love too much. It reduces stress, it enhances immune function."

Lana grunted from her place on the concrete, trying to carefully push herself back with her scraped up hands so she could rest herself against the brick wall just a few inches behind her. She squinted back at where the demon had been to find just a small scattering of ash and the athame she'd thrown toward him, then turned her attention to her bloody hands.

Only a second or two after she called she saw the orbs of white swirl in the air, then his tall form standing over her. Kneeling down beside her, he stretched his hands out over hers, and she watched that all familiar glow, his power closing her wounds. As he continued, sensing just where she was hurting, even those places not visible to his eye, she recalled a conversation they'd had not so long ago.

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