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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
One minute there'd been darkness, and the next it was as if there was electricity sending jolts into her, and Chloe gasped as she came awake, finding herself in the wreck of her living room. She could breathe a little, but it was hard.
Breathing in harshly, trying to get in air past the blockage of the green dust, suddenly the blockage crumbled and she choked as she swallowed the dust. At least she could breathe though, and she pushed back the fear of what exactly she'd swallowed to the back of her mind as she crawled towards Clark. He was lying on the ground, pale as death, trembling.
"Clark!" Not even realizing that she had her voice back, Chloe checked his mouth and nostrils, relieved to find that they weren't blocked. But it so, why was he still so terribly sickly looking?
"Clark. Please. Clark
Persephane sat down next to her, wagging her curled tail happily to see her fine.
Chloe looked around the wreckage and found the phone, thanking all the gods that it was still working as she dialed 911. The ambulance and police arrived quicker than she'd feared, and she was grateful as the team took Clark to the hospital, while she remained behind to give her statement of what had happened. Or, her version of what had happened.
How could she tell them she'd stabbed and killed someone if there was no blood left behind? No trace that that person had been there in the first place except for the fact that she and Clark were injured and the house was damaged?
"We need to get you checked out as well." Officer Maxwell smiled at her. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."
"The EMTs looked over me and said I was okay." She complained. "And I don't want to leave my puppy."
"She can come along for the ride. And get looked at too. She's limping."
Chloe had noticed that too. "You think they'll look at her? She's not exactly human."
"I'll get my sister to make an exception." Officer Maxwell promised, hand going to the small of her back. "And I called your father and he'll be meeting the three of us at the hospital, so you can't say no."
Calling Persephane over, Chloe picked up the tan and black puppy. "You have my father's number?"
"Why are you surprised?" The young officer wanted to know, eyebrow raised as he walked her to his car. "After all these times I have him on speed dial.
Blushing, Chloe let him help her into the car and buckled herself up, holding onto Persephane as he got into the car and drove her to the hospital. Poor Persie vomited before they reached there, the puppy was unused to being in a car, and Officer Maxwell's cruiser payed the ultimate price.
"I'm so sorry." Chloe repeated as Ginny Maxwell looked her over.
"Don't worry. I've had drunkards lose their stomach's contents in there before. This is just a lesser amount. And I actually like Persephane." Maxwell assured her from the sidelines, where he was holding the offending puppy.
Ginny smiled in amusement. "You seem perfectly healthy Chloe. And your voice---your throats seems perfect."
The blonde blinked, realizing this for the first time. "You're right. I'm talking. And my throat doesn't hurt."
"I'm not exactly sure what happened, but you're fine now." The dark haired woman smiled. "Now, let's look this little brave beauty over."
Officer Maxwell handed the puppy over to his older sister.
"Good girl." Ginny grinned at the puppy before turning to look at her brother and Chloe. "Tris, take the girl to the cafeteria and get her something to eat. She needs some color back in those cheeks."
"Cafeteria food? Really
sis?" He grinned. "And I thought you were trying to make her feel better
Ginny shook her head with laughter. "Get on with you two and let me look at this little lady!"
Officer Maxwell nodded and led Chloe out of there.
The blonde looked around the hustle and bustle of the hospital, her good mood draining. "Do you think there's any news about Clark?"
Tristan Maxwell's hand went to her shoulder. "Don't worry Chloe, he'll be fine. The doctors will take care of him."
"Did anyone remember to call Mr. and Mrs. Kent?" She asked, feeling so guilty for everything.
Maxwell squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry, Chlo."
Smiling up at the man who'd promised to be her 'police mole' when he'd graduated from high school, the blonde leaned her head against him. He'd kept an eye out for her in high school even though it'd been his last year when she'd transferred in, and true to his word he'd helped her get information she needed when he'd joined the police force. And not only that, but Tristan Maxwell had always been there whenever she'd get in trouble. He was always the first one there, always the one she could count on and lean on.
"Have I ever thanked you for being there for me, Tris?" She asked softly.
"Course you have." He sounded like he was smiling.
Looking up at the familiar voice, Chloe only had a second's warning before she had an armful of Lana Lang.
"I heard about what happened and we came over right away!" Lana sniffled, hugging her tightly and hiding her face in Chloe's neck, allowing the blonde to feel the tears as they fell against her skin. "Are you okay? Were you hurt? How's Clark? Where's Whitney? It isn't Tina! How are you?"
Chloe hesitated a second, a little disoriented by the verbal diarrhea, before putting her arms around the thinner girl. "I'm okay." Her eyes were on Tina Greer, who was standing behind Lana with an annoyed yet reluctantly worried look on her face. "Hello Tina."
"You can talk." Tina noted. "I thought you couldn't."
"I can now." The blonde announced.
Officer Maxwell cleared his throat. "I will be going now that you have someone here with you."
Chloe smiled at him. "Thanks Tris."
He grinned before leaving.
"It's not Tina. Not the one who's been hurting others." Lana announced, pulling away from Chloe and sniffling. "She never left my side all night and was there with me when we heard about what happened!"
"And I'm assuming you told her." Chloe announced, looking between the two girls.
Lana looked a little guilty as she nodded. "Yeah. And, well, is there anywhere the three of us can have a private conversation?"
Chloe knew she was supposed to stay here and wait for her father to arrive from his Conference in Metropolis, but this looked urgent. "How about on the roof?"
The girls nodded.
Together they snuck away and found themselves on the roof.
Chloe leaned against the side and looked at the two brunettes.
Lana sighed. "I---I told Tina, about everything. She was with me all the time. She couldn't be the one hurting everyone."
Tina looked uncomfortable. "I---I do
have a meteor power though." She gave Chloe a suspicious look.
"That's okay, she knows about mine and you haven't seen it publicized in the Torch, have you?" Lana urged.
Chloe felt a little bad.
Apparently meteor freaks thought she had it out for them just because they were different, and hadn't realized that it was only the ones who were hurting others that she'd publicized about.
Tina sighed. "Okay, I admit to it. I am
a shapeshifter." She ran her hand over her hair. "When I was a kid I had an illness that made my bones extremely weak. The doctors tried this new procedure to try and help me, and injected this serum into my spine made with meteor rocks as its prime ingredient. After that my bones grew stronger, and I realized I could morph into other people."
Chloe scratched her cheek. "The one who pretended to be Whitney to make Lana break up with him, or make other people dislike him, was you
, wasn't it?"
Tina nodded, face downcast.
"And the one who pretended to be Clark to make me stop being friends with Lana was you too
Tina flinched and nodded. "Uh, yeah."
Lana looked away, face displeasured.
"But I swear, I never hurt anyone. Not physically
!" Tina looked up, face agonized as she looked at Chloe. "I swear to you on my friendship with Lana that I wasn't the one who pretended to be her and attacked you! I swear that I wasn't the one who came at you tonight either. I don't like you being friends with Lana, but I don't want you dead either. I don't dislike you that much."
Chloe gave her a small, amused smile. "Thanks." And she made a confession of her own. "I had already figured that you weren't the one who was attacking people."
Tina just stared. "You...had?"
"Yeah." Chloe nodded, clearing her throat. "I'd had a suspicion from the first, but then after tonight's attack I realized something while driving in the police cruiser. What attacked me last night, and attacked Lana and I, wasn't a doppelganger. It wasn't even a shapeshifter."
"Wait. What?" Lana moved her hands around crazily. "Chloe, stop and rewind. What are you saying? What exactly happened tonight? We only heard you and Clark were attacked. Give us the details."
Chloe wanted to wait for Whitney, but probably had gotten home after training and had fallen asleep. He wouldn't know what had happened tonight, and after not being able to talk Chloe didn't want to keep quiet. So she recounted the attack in the bathroom for Tina's sake, and then she recounted the one she and Clark had just suffered through. "What stands out in both instances?"
"You were attacked, personally." Lana hugged herself, looking worried.
"Uhm." Tina cleared her throat, looking a little uneasy. "Nothing's left behind."
Chloe smiled. "Exactly
Tina looked down at her shoes.
Lana frowned, looking between the girls. "What do you mean?"
"In the bathroom I clawed at the impostor's hands, and yet there wasn't any skin tissue or blood under my fingernails afterwards." Chloe held up her fingers and wriggled them.
"And tonight she basically murdered
the Whitney impostor, but there wasn't any blood or body or any evidence that it was there." Tina finished. "Which means that the person that attacked her wasn't a person at all."
"But a projected illusion." Chloe finished.
For the first time ever, Tina and Chloe grinned at each other.
Lana looked between them and cleared her throat. Loudly. "I'm lost." She took in a deep breath. "How could an illusion
actually hurt you and damage the place? I don't get it. And how would you come to this conclusion anyway?"
"It's the multiple Fordmans." Chloe and Tina announced at the same time, looking at each other in nearly growing respect.
Lana's frown grew as she looked between them. "I'm still
not getting it."
Chloe opened her mouth to try and explain.
Lana's phone rang.
The brunette sighed in frustration and pulled her mobile out of her pocket, blinking when she saw the caller i.d. "Whitney?" She answered the phone.
Tina glared at her shoes.
Chloe looked away, trying to push away the sense of hurt and jealousy that entered her at the fact that Whitney apparently still called Lana.
"What? Huh? Whit! Stop it! Calm down!" Lana snapped, running her hand over her hair. "Okay, yes, calm down. Like that. Now, what
were you saying?"
Chloe looked at her nails.
She missed the look Lana sent her. "I know. Yes. Yes of course. I'm at the hospital right now." She raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?" She made a face. "God, you don't have to be rude. She's fine!" Her eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't
lie about something like that."
Chloe turned back to look at Lana at the direction of the conversation.
"Whitney, she's fine. I swear.
We're with her right now. And she's not answering her phone because it got damaged in the attack. Yes. Yes." Lana sighed in frustration. "Whitney! Calm down!"
Tina blinked as she watched Lana lose her temper with someone.
"You're at the hospital?" Lana blinked, going to the edge of the roof and looking down. "How did you get here so quickly? Why are your tires smoking?"
Chloe and Tina shared looks before rushing to Lana's side and looking down.
Sure enough, Whitney Fordman was on the phone, staring back up at them, and parked behind him was his father's truck...the tires smoking slightly.
Chloe and Whitney's gazes met, and they both froze.
His face was ashen as he looked up at her, and then he rushed into the hospital.
Lana pouted, putting the phone back in her pocket. "He hung up."
"Was it me, or was Fordman really dirty?" Tina wanted to know, leaning against the edge of the roof.
"He must have come right from practice." Chloe blinked, a little dizzy and not sure whether it was realizing just how high up she was...or the look on Whitney's face.
"He said that there was a video-feed sent to all the jocks' phones with the image of Chloe and Clark getting their asses handed to them by...nothing. All they could see were Chloe and Clark being thrown around the room."
"I never got anything sent to my phone." Tina frowned.
"Me neither." Lana agreed.
"So why only the jocks?" Chloe wanted to know, eyeing the girls thoughtfully. "And isn't it interesting that on the video the illusion couldn't be seen?"
"I'm so confused." Lana bemoaned.
"What if it's an optical illusion?" Tina wanted to know. "One in which only the ones being attacked can see?"
"That's an interesting thought." Chloe tapped her lips, deep in thought. "I'd like to see that video."
Suddenly the door to the rooftop opened and Whitney stood there, covered in dirt and sweat, still wearing his jersey...which looked a little singed for some odd reason. He paused in the doorway, just looking at her. "Chloe
This was the first time he'd called her by her first name.
That was one of the reasons why she'd been able to tell that the impostor hadn't been Whitney in the house, but somehow she knew that this was the real Whitney.
"I'm fine." She spoke, and then he was suddenly there, soaked in sweat and smelling slightly, holding onto her tightly, lifting her somewhat off of the ground. His arms were strong yet shaking slightly as he held her to him, hiding his face in her hair. "Whitney
He was silent, still shaking slightly.
Chloe felt tears come to her eyes, and for the first time that night she wasn't brave. She didn't realize when she'd started crying, but Whitney held onto her tighter and sniffled as well. She hugged Whitney tightly, arms around his neck, and hid her face in his neck.
For this moment in time, her world only had Whitney in it.
Lana looked between them, a pained expression on her features, before she took in a deep sigh and turned to Tina, motioning for her to come with her as they left the two on the rooftop.
Neither Chloe nor Whitney noticed