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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
A/N: I *am* aware that the correct spelling is "Persephone".
The blonde looked up from where she was trying to fasted Persephane's collar, and yet it was nearly in vain as the puppy danced all around her, curled tail wagging excitedly and tongue bathing Chloe's face happily. The human shook her head at her puppy, finally managing to secure the red collar around that neck, before finally sitting down with a sigh of relief. The two month old puppy was a handful, and Chloe absolutely loved it.
Whitney was out with late practice. Apparently the team wasn't doing so well and the coach was being a tyrant, making the practice late into the night. And Lana was out with Tina. The small brunette didn't want to think that her childhood friend could be the shape shifter they were after, but she was keeping an open mind, and spending time with her friend, keeping alert to anything that might tip them off as to whether she was the culprit or not.
So that left Chloe alone...until Clark had come over to spend some time with her.
It was interesting because while it was obvious that Clark liked Lana, there were some times that he just couldn't be around her. He got sick and clumsy and Chloe knew it wasn't Lana using her powers on Clark. Mostly because Lana had nothing against Clark at all, and secondly because Lana had no conscious control over her powers. So there was something other than her meteor ability that sometimes made Lana Lang painful for Clark to be around, and it made Chloe insanely curious at times.
Having looked back down during the struggle with the collar, Chloe looked back up and then winced when she recognized the folder in Clark's hand.
Whitney liked to call it their Not So Secret, Hello Kitty Folder Of Secret Secrets.
"Do you have something you wanna tell me?" Clark asked, looking kinda ridiculous as he held onto that bright pink, Hello Kitty folder, which Lana had supplied for them to keep the information they thought most relevant to the case.
on a case." He looked betrayed. "You were
attacked because of that. You told me that you weren't
The blonde stumbled to her feet and raced for her notepad, writing maniacally before showing Clark what she'd written. I wasn't working this case when I got attacked. I wasn't lying to you.
That betrayal melted away into concern. "But you're going over this case because of the attack?"
She nodded, hugging the notepad to her heart.
Clark looked down at the information in the folder once more. "Chloe, why didn't you tell me? I mean, from the handwriting and stuff in here I can guess that Lana and Whitney know, so why didn't you tell Pete and I? We have always been there to help you."
Deciding this was way too long to write, Chloe reached for her best friend's hand and dragged him to the sofa. Putting the notepad down she pulled her laptop onto her lap and opened a word document, instead typing all she saw to say. And it was a lot. She told him everything from the beginning, about how Whitney had come to her asking for help when he thought Tina was using the Evil Eye against him, and how everything had happened. She left out the fact that the person with the Evil Eye had actually been Lana (instead stating it was someone else and she was going to respect their privacy by not disclosing the identity), and Clark had respected her ability to respect someone else's secret. It'd even made him smile and mess her hair a little. The blonde had made a face at him and pushed his hand from her hair before continuing with the typing, finishing up to the attack, and how they knew it was a doppelganger.
Clark sighed as he finished reading the long typed document while playing with the silver envelope opening Chloe had decided to keep with her at all times. "That's a lot to have happened in so short time."
Chloe nodded in agreement.
The farm boy leaned back in the sofa. "So this person can become perfect replicas of someone else? Even me?"
Chloe nodded, eyeing her friend as she remembered the episode that'd happened with shapehifter!Clark. Give me a second to compare.
With that she put away the laptop and turned around on the sofa. Grabbing Clark by his flannel shirt, she pulled him to her, the shock of the unexpected hold causing him to fall on top of her, between her thighs, on the sofa.
Clark's eyes widened, and his face went beet red. "Chloe
?" He squeaked.
She smirked at his 'Don't rape me
!' expression, rolling her eyes at him before pushing away and typing once more. Yep. You feel the same
"What the fuck
?" A voice asked from the door. "Are you some sort of whore giving it out to everyone?"
Chloe's eyes widened in horror and she turned, scrambling to her feet to see Whitney Fordman, fresh from practice.
"It isn't what you think." Clark stumbled to his feet. "She was just-."
"Offering herself up to everyone apparently." Whitney sneered. "God, I knew there was something wrong with you, but I didn't realize you were such a slut, Chloe."
Chloe paused, tilting her head slightly and narrowing her eyes.
Clark hissed in fury. "You take that back Fordman!"
Chloe reached her hand out to block Clark's path when he would have stormed towards Whitney.
Clark frowned down at her. "Chloe, he has no right to-."
But Chloe wasn't looking at him.
She was looking at Persephane.
The small puppy was hiding under the table where the laptop was resting, but she was peeking her head out from under. Her brown eyes were on Whitney, and the noises she was making were a mixture of snarling and whimpering.
Clark followed Chloe's gaze to the puppy, confused as to how this was relevant.
She'd had yet to explain this part to him.
Chloe lifted her gaze from Persephane to Whitney.
The blonde was eyeing the puppy with a mixture of disgust and unease, unconsciously backing up a step.
That wasn't Whitney.
Chloe had had her suspicions from the way the person had talked to her and reacted, because no matter how angry, Whitney would never speak to her in that way or call her any of those names. But Persephane's reactions just sealed the deal.
Before them stood the shapeshifter.
And when those blue eyes found hers, she knew the shape shifter knew.
Chloe turned to Clark to try and warn him, but suddenly the shifter charged at him, attacking him at full force while shoving Chloe down and out of the way.
Clark faltered, seeming surprised at this, as he tried to defend himself. He fought back, but the shifter was able to easily keep up and grabbing Chloe's laptop, he brought it down on Clark's head.
It didn't seem to phase Clark one bit.
Chloe and the shifter were surprised.
Clark punched the shifter and sent him/her flying into the wall.
Chloe's eyes widened.
Picture frames fell from the wall and broke.
The shifter groaned and got back to his/her feet.
Persephane made her way to Chloe's feet and hid behind her mistress, letting out half-choked barking sounds.
Chloe looked all around her.
The shifter in Whitney's form snarled and charged Clark, tackling him, both falling onto the table, smashing it to pieces as they rolled on the ground.
Some green specs of what looked like dust fell from the shifter's skin onto Clark, and suddenly he grew pale.
Persephane made her move, rushing to the shapeshifter and latching herself onto his/her ankle.
The creature/person shrieked and yet wouldn't let go of a struggling Clark.
Chloe began to look around the wreck of the table.
The shifter was gaining control, sneering it opened its palm and blew, a cloud of green dust blowing into Clark's face, causing him to cough and look like he was about to die.
Hands coming into contact with what she'd been looking for, Chloe charged the shifter silently and straddled his/her back, jamming the silver letter opener into the junction of his/her neck.
The shifter screamed and turned, abandoning Clark to grab Chloe and kick Persephane away. The creature/human placed his/her hand over Chloe's hand and mouth.
The blonde screamed, suffocating as green dust began to tunnel itself deep into her nose and mouth, blocking out any oxygen flow.
The shifter used his/her other hand to pull out the letter opener.
It/he/she began to bleed more profusely, and collapsed to the ground, twitching.
And then disintegrated into nothing.
Chloe tried sitting up, horrified, but she couldn't.
She grabbed at her throat, still unable to breathe, the green dust having hardened in her throat and nostrils.
The door opened, and four Whitneys walked in, surveying the damage.
A shadow figure stood outside, hidden.
Chloe's eyes widened, her vision blurring from her need to breathe.
Persephane limped towards Chloe and snarled at the Whitneys, though she also whimpered in pain from where she'd been kicked.
The Whitneys hesitated, before leaving.
Chloe didn't know why.
They had the advantage.
They walked away and closed the door.
She was already blacking out.
The last thing she remembered before everything went black was Persephane beginning to lick her face.