Title: Wolf In Hiding
Sequel to: Summer In Smallville
Pairings: Chloe/Jacob, Lois/Clark
Fandoms: Smallville/Twilight (SLIGHT Angel)
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Jacob had always suspected deep down inside that he'd imprinted on Chloe before even knowing about his werewolf genes, but it doesn't matter anymore. She was killed when she was seventeen, and ever since then he's been on autopilot. But then he discovers she's alive, but there's a downside to this discovery. She's working for a secret government organization with her cousin and her friend Clark whom Jacob can't forgive for keeping her being alive a secret from him...and the only way Jacob can find to be with Chloe is as a wolf...and her pet.
Limping, sore, and completely humiliated, Jacob tried to sit down but ended up jerking up when he found it way too uncomfortable at the moment. He sent a look at Chloe, who was ignoring him and looking around her room, hands on her hips. Jacob cleared his throat and looked around the room as well, wondering why Bart considered it small. It was much larger than the room Jacob had had on the Rez.
He suddenly winced, thinking about his father's home, which led to thoughts of his father. While thoughts of leaving his pack in a lurch didn't bother him as much as it should have (having gone too far away for the mind-weld to work) the thought of leaving his father worried and with so many questions did bother him, a lot. Jacob was going to have to find a way to use a phone and call his father to let him know what was happening (or at least that he was with his imprintee) and that he was fine, not to worry.
But how was he going to do that?
There wasn't a phone in this room, and finding/using one out there was going to be a hundred times more difficult.
"Well, at least you don't have fleas or ticks." Chloe announced, finally turning to him. "Because I don't think Lou would have had a flea collar large enough for your neck."
He made a face at the mention of the devil-woman who'd had far too much enjoyment from his humiliation moments ago.
"But I'm going to be using flea power on you just in case. My room will not because an insect haven, okay?" She warned him, pulling off her shirt in one careless motion, dropping it on the floor and fanning herself. "God, it's hot."
Jacob felt his hind legs give out on him suddenly, and he found himself sitting down, completely oblivious to the soreness, entrance.
Chloe ignored him, sitting on the side of her bed and undoing the strings in her combat boots, toeing them off, and then working on the zipper of her pants.
Jacob's eyes widened, and he quickly looked down at his front paws, feeling a blush on his skin, and glad that he had fur otherwise it would show.
The pants joined the shirt on the ground, and Chloe, dressed in nothing but her black underwear, smelt of salty sweat.
He wanted to run his tongue over her skin to see if it tasted salty too.
But instead he kept his gaze on his paws.
Feeling suddenly cold air on him, Jacob looked up rapidly, noticing that Chloe had just turned on the AC.
And he finally got a full view of her in her underwear.Wow...
He laid down immediately, embarrassed and humiliated and refusing to let her see him like that otherwise she'd throw him out of the room thinking he was some perverted horn dog.
Which, considering, he probably was.
"Until the others install the pet door entrance for my door you'll have to wait for me or someone with clearance to my room to open and close the door for you." She turned towards him.
Who exactly had clearance to her room?
The doors slid into the wall, as one of said individuals entered.
"Sidekick," the man didn't seem phased at all that she was in her underwear. "I didn't have time to talk to you before, but you mind explaining the wolf?"
Jacob was up in seconds, snarling, snapping his fangs at the blonde man, keeping his back to Chloe and protecting the sight of her near nakedness from the intruder.
The man reacted, pulling out a dagger from his belt.
"Hey hey!" Chloe got in the middle of them.Stop it! Get behind me! He has a weapon!
"Chloe get out of the way!" The man snapped. "He's obviously got rabies!"
"The two of you, stop." Chloe narrowed her eyes, hands outstretched towards the both of them, black shadows congregated around her fingers. "Or I'll suck a week out of your lifespans!"
Jacob froze, eyes wide.
Chloe could do that?
"You don't have that much control over your powers yet." The intruder mumbled, but put away his dagger reluctantly.
"I'm okay." Chloe smiled amusedly at Jacob, running her hand down his nose, before turning to the man. "And you. Use the intercom before just coming in. I'm nearly naked."
The man looked up at and down with a raised eyebrow. "I've seen you naked before."
Jacob snarled viciously once more.
"You saved me, during a mission, from some real bastards whose powers made mine stop working." Chloe whispered. "It would be a different circumstance, Oliver."
Oliver sighed and nodded. "I understand, Chloe. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it wasn't my intention."
"I know that." She smiled tenderly at him. "I know you're only worried about me."
"You're like a sister to me, Chlo." Oliver ran a hand over his hair. "And you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days. You're always getting into trouble and now you're bringing back a huge mutant wolf. Can you blame me for being worried?"
"No, I don't, Ollie, but he won't hurt me, I just know he won't." She returned to running her fingers through Jacob's fur. "He's actually been very protective of me."
Ollie sent the wolf a look.
Jacob frowned slightly, not really listening to the conversation anymore.
He was caught up in the implications of what they'd said earlier.
Chloe had been...and Oliver had saved her.
The wolf felt sick in his stomach, fury and agony mixing.
His mate had been...and he hadn't been around to save her.
He was...he was so lacking.
"What are you going to do about the shit?" Oliver brought up the cursed topic.
But Jacob didn't react, still in shock, unable to believe just how worthless a protector he was.
"I'll figure out something." Chloe promised. "Now, if your questions can wait until tomorrow, I'm tired. I need to bathe, and then I want to sleep. We'll talk more tomorrow."
"Sure, you're right." Oliver reached out and messed up her hair in a brotherly fashion. "Go bathe, you stink."
Chloe snorted. "Get out of here you dork."
Oliver chuckled as he left.
The blonde turned to Jacob, frowning. "What's wrong boy? You don't look so good."I'm sorry.
He looked up at her with pained eyes. I'm so sorry. I should have---you shouldn't have had to---I failed you.
A whimper escaped his lips.
"What's wrong?" She whispered, caressing his face in worry. "What's wrong big boy?"
He lowered his gaze.I'm so sorry.
"Come on, you're worrying me now. Stop tucking your tail between your legs."I failed you when you needed me most.
And then her arms went around his neck and she was hugging him.
Jacob closed his eyes tightly and wanted to shift, wanted to hold her close.
But he couldn't, and he deserved this punishment he was going through now.
He didn't deserve his mate.