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Title: Of Evil Eyes And Unlikely Alliances
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Whitney Fordman
Disclaimer: I do not own
Summary: When Whitney, sure that his ex's friend, Tina Greer, has placed the Evil Eye on him, he goes to the only person he believes will not only believe him, but help him as well. Chloe Sullivan isn't exactly the girl he thought she would be...but that's okay.
Note: Written for my Paranormal25 150. Prompt of the day #69: Evil Eye
"Let me get this straight." Whitney sat on the armrest of the sofa, looking down at the two girls sitting there, one with ugly bruises on her neck and the other with a large bump on the back of her head. "Lana is the one with the Evil Eye."
Lana made up her face as she fingered her meteorite necklace. "I don't like that term. Can we call it something else?"
Chloe chuckled and then winced, just the act of swallowing painful to her bruised throat.
Whitney's eyes narrowed as zoomed on her. "We should take you to get checked, Sullivan. That fucker could have really injured you."
"I'm fine." Chloe winced at the scratchy, ugly sound that was her voice.
"Here, take another." Whitney held out a pack for her.
"I don't need-."
Whitney shook his head, reached into the pack and unwrapped one of the throat lozenges, holding it between his fingers and glaring at her threateningly. "Don't make me have Lana sit on you while I pry your mouth open."
"I don't need-." Chloe tried once more.
"I'll do it." Lana, surprisingly enough, backed up Whitney's threats with her narrowed eyes. "I'll sit on you."
Chloe pouted, looking on either side of her before sighing and opening her mouth.
Whitney slipped the lozenge into her mouth with an amused smile before winking to Lana.
Lana smiled and then winked back.
Chloe looked between them and glared. "You're going to start ganging up on me in the future, aren't you?"
"Of course." They announced.
She groaned...but then that hurt her throat so she just continued sucking on the lozenge, which was admittedly helping her sore throat a little.
"So. Let's get back to the topic while my parents are out." Whitney announced, closing up the bag of lozenges. When Chloe and Lana had found him at the fair he'd had a moment of violent fury at the bruises already forming on Chloe's throat, but the reporter had grabbed his ear and dragged the jock to his truck before he could do something stupid and make a scene. They'd gone to Whitney's house, and he'd tended to them the best he could while listening to their story. "Lana is...has the ability...and so making the person with the ability and the shapeshifter fight to the death is definitely out of the equation."
Lana's eyes widened in horror.
"I was never for the match to the death idea." Chloe assured her hoarsely.
Whitney frowned, reaching over to run the tips of his fingers gently over the darkened marks on Chloe's throat. "I'm going to kill Greer when I see her."
Chloe couldn't hold back the shiver that raced down her body at the touch. "We're not sure it's Tina."
"Oh come on
Sullivan!" Whitney snapped. "You and I both know it is!"
"You were sure the one with the Evil Eye was Tina too!" Chloe exclaimed despite the pain in her throat. "And we both know how wrong you were with that
"It's only because I didn't know about the shapeshifter using her powers to pretend to be me and try to force herself onto Lana, thus making Lana angry at me, thus making her unintentionally use her powers against me!" Whitney defended, eyes narrowed. "If I had known this, I would have been able to deduce that Lana was the one with the ability. Okay? But I'm telling you, Tina Greer is a creepy, stalkerish, completely obsessed girl who would do anything to keep Lana to herself!"
"Tina?" Lana gasped in horror, looking between the two of them in disbelief. "You think Tina
has something to do with all of this?"
Chloe sighed, leaning back against the sofa and bringing a hand to her forehead. "She's been the prime suspect until now. Yes. But I already let Fordman's distrust of her blind me to other suspects in the Evil Eye investigation. I can't let myself do that anymore. Despite the fact that Tina is the perfect suspect, I think we need to also add others to our list of suspects."
"It's Tina." Whitney announced darkly, folding his arms over his chest. "But if you wanna check any of Lana's other stalkers, fine."
"I don't have-." Lana stopped when both Chloe and Whitney gave her a look. The brunette pouted and leaned back against the sofa. "Stalker is just such a strong
Chloe and Whitney exchanged amused looks.
Lana sighed. "So what are we going to do? How do we know who it is if he or she can change into anyone?"
"Very good questions." Chloe sighed, smile melting from her face. "For one, you can't act any differently with Tina, just in case. I'm going to make a list of the different students that are suspects and we'll go eliminating them as we go through the list. I've been concentrating mostly on how to deal with the Evil Eye, but now I'm going to throw myself into researching the history of, and any written chronicles of, shape shifters. I need to know what exactly might be weaknesses, or if there are any consistencies in the many different shape shifting stories. I'm going to have to weed through them for..." Her voice gave out on her with an unattractive, hoarse squeak.
The blonde grabbed at her throat, eyes wide.
Lana and Whitney shared worried looks.
Whitney sighed and held out the bag for Chloe again.
The reporter pouted and reached into the bag.
Her father had, of course, freaked out when he'd seen the bruises on her neck.
He'd accepted the excuse that Chloe had gotten attacked in the bathroom by a pervert and Lana had saved her, and he'd lifted Lana off the ground from the hug he'd given the petite brunette. Lana had seemed vaguely uncomfortable but endured it with an embarrassed laugh. Gabe had then left to call his ex wife's brother-in-law (whom he still had a very good relationship with), General Sam Lane.
By the time he'd finished talking on the phone (Lana had gone back to her house by that time, Whitney having driven her) Chloe had mutely listened as her father informed her that after she healed she'd be taking self defense lessons every evening. Apparently the General had recommended some very good instructors in the area, and her father was firm in his decision that the next time she got attacked (Gabe wasn't going to pretend that Chloe would stop getting herself in trouble and attacked) that she'd be able to "kick him in the nuts and run".
Of course, if Chloe could talk she would have laughed at those words, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a strangled, painful thing that made her father wince and become even more determined. He fussed over her all night (to her fond amusement) and when she still couldn't talk the next morning he took the morning off to go and take her to the hospital.
The doctor had frowned darkly.
Apparently she'd nearly had her larynx crushed...a little more pressure and she could have been killed.
The blonde gulped.
Thankfully her larynx was fine, only the swelling in her throat and other smaller difficulties were to be watched, and Chloe was given some medicine and released with the order to not speak.
For the girl who loved to talk...and always had a lot to say...that was like a death blow.
She'd nearly cried when her father told her not to go to school and instead relax, but then she'd remembered all the researching she had to do, and just nodded submissively.
That alone should have clued him in that she wasn't going to rest.
And to be truthful, by the time school was out, Chloe was exhausted.
There was just so much folklore and fairy tales and supposed true accounts about shapeshifters on the internet!
Her mind was dizzy from all the reading!
And most of it hadn't even been helpful!
Apparently, most shapeshifting was from human to animal and vice versa anyway.
And that wasn't the shape shifting that she was interested in.
There was also some online journal that she'd hacked into which was some sort of journal styled 'hunting' how-to's.
Except the hunted were supernatural creatures.
And there was human shape shifting in that.
Except...god she hoped that that wasn't what was happening because tearing off its own skin
There was a knock on the front door.
Suspicious, Chloe stood and inched to the door, smiling when she saw Clark and Mr. Kent on her porch. There was only one shapeshifter out there, so this was the real Clark.
The blonde rushed to the door and grinned at the two men, waving.
"I just found out and-." Clark hugged her tightly. "Why didn't you tell-of course, you can't talk." He hugged tighter before letting go, looking down at her worried. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"Have they caught the guy who did this?" Jonathan Kent frowned fatherly down at her.
Chloe shook her head to Jonathan's question.
The blonde Kent frowned. "They will, don't worry. And if you need anything, Martha and I are just a call away."
Mouthing 'thank you', Chloe watched as Jonathan went back to the truck to give her and Clark some time alone.
Clark was looking at her neck angrily. "Was this because of some story you're following?"
She shook her head, able to tell him this honestly.
He frowned. "I can't believe someone attacked you in the bathroom! And he was just some random pervert trying to hurt a girl in the bathroom?" He ran his hand over his hair. "You know that meteor freaks make Smallville unsafe...but normal humans as well?"
Chloe put her hand on his arm.
He sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"I have a right to worry about you, you know." Clark sighed. "You're my best friend, Chloe. No, you're closer than that, you're like my sister, my blood, and I don't like that someone hurt you and I wasn't there."
A year ago hearing him say that she was like a sister would have hurt like hell, but now, it just made her smile tenderly at him. The blonde stood on her tiptoes and hugged her friend tightly.
She loved him like a brother too.
"Chloe, if you need something, you can tell me, you know." Clark hugged her tightly as well, though was obviously making sure not to hurt her. "I know that you've been hanging around with Whitney lately, and Lana too, but don't forget Pete and I are always there to back you up if you need us."
She didn't hear the sound of a truck pulling up behind Jonathan Kent's.
Chloe pulled back slightly and looked into Clark's face.
He looked down at her, genuinely worried and willing to help in any way he could. "I could stay over, you know, until the guy is caught? He could have been after you for some reason. You might be onto him in some other thing you're working on and you don't even know it. He might be feeling threatened that you'll uncover something about him. If I was there you'd be that much safer." He paused. "I could take the guest room. It'd be fine with me."
The blonde's smile grew more tender.
Her father had actually suggested something like that earlier.
"My parents would be fine with it." Clark frowned. "You're my best friend, Chlo. I don't want anything happening to you."
Shaking her head up at him, Chloe reached up and cupped his face, bringing it down to press a kiss to his forehead.
Clark smiled at her happily when they pulled away, understanding her in his own way. "If you change your mind, you have my number."
She nodded, grinning brightly.
Someone cleared his throat darkly.
Chloe and Clark nearly jumped, a little surprised at the sound, to see Whitney and Lana both standing at the bottom of the stairs. Lana's face was slightly pinched and Whitney's was blank.
"Hey, Whitney." Clark smiled, pulling away from Chloe. "Lana."
." Whitney's face shifted slightly in a moment's anger before it was gone and his expression neutral again as he took to the stairs. He moved passed Clark, his shoulder colliding into the other's the same time Lana joined them at the top of the steps...and suddenly Clark went down, looking queasy.CLARK?
Chloe's eyes widened as she bent to her knees next to him.
The door of the truck opened and Jonathan was out, his eyes darting all around before resting on Lana's necklace. Jonathan then hauled his boy up and pulled him down the stairs.
And suddenly Clark was looking better.
"We should go." Jonathan still kept a hold on his son. "Remember we're close by in case you need anything."
She nodded and smiled to them, waving as she stood and watched them leave.
And when they were out of sight she turned and slugged Whitney hard on his arm.
He yelped in pain, flinching away from her. "Christ
, Sullivan! What was that for?"
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"It was an accident
, this place is narrow." He glared back at her. "And anyway, it wasn't hard enough for him to fall to his ass and be all overly dramatic about it."
Lana was frowning in worry, watching the road. "He looked like he was in a lot of pain."
"Oh please. Look at him. He's like a mountain
." Whitney exclaimed. "There's no way a tiny brush of the shoulders would have put him in agony or something." He huffed, shucking his hands into his pockets. "Now are you going to let me in or am I going to have to take my mother's homemade, supposedly miraculous sore-throat curing medicine back?"
Chloe blinked in surprise, tilting her head.
He smirked and pulled out the small bottle from his pocket. "You're going to hate me once you taste it."
She couldn't help but smirk.
"And Nell sent over this." Lana lifted the container Chloe hadn't noticed she'd been carrying. "Whatever it is."
The reporter grinned and opened the door, letting the two in.
"So," Whitney announced as he entered behind Lana. "Found anything interesting on the internet about shape shifters?"
Chloe sighed in despair and followed them inside.