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Exit Speed 2/7 
23rd-Jul-2010 10:46 am
chlam---run!
Title: Exit Speed
Sequel to: The Pyramid
Universe: OFFICIAL Cave Series
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Sam Winchester, Maudie, Desmond, Yarbro & others
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe had only wanted time to herself without so many people who loved her worrying over her constantly. What she got instead was being stranded along with other passengers of her bus, a murderous biker gang, and Sam Winchester.
A/N: I feel the need to warn people that this series is supposed to be longish-and Chloe will be pulling a "Bond" in most of the segments.




Night descended on the group huddled behind their barricade, and the bikers waiting outside for reinforcements.

Chloe admitted to have pulled herself away from society after what had happened with the Cave in the sense that she wasn't as friendly or outgoing as she'd once been so known to be, but the woman took the initiative to learn the names of the people huddled with her. Not only did it breed familiarity, but it helped her to see these people as, well... This was going to sound very bad but it was true. Knowing their names, knowing a little about their backgrounds, would help her see them more as people, and not just living organisms going through the same thing she was.

Well, maybe not the same thing.

Her bones were paining her again, every single bone in her body...other than the ones in her right hand. It was as if the marrow was being attacked from within, and it was taking a great effort to keep from curling into a ball in the corner and crying.

This wasn't the time to cry.

They had assholes on their tail and she needed to be alert.

Out of all of the people here, only Sam-the brunet-seemed to have any chance of making it out of this alive. And since he was injured that slimmed down his chances.

"We have to be away from here by the time those reinforcements arrive." Sam arrived by her side, leaning against the building and looking ahead of him. "Otherwise no one will make it."

"I know." The blonde agreed, rummaging through the junk, looking for something that might be of use to them. "But none of the cellphones work, and we're cut off from everyone, and Coach Asshole is hogging the gun." She looked up at Sam from where she was bent at the knees. "I'm considering shooting him for it."

Sam chuckled, and then went silent when he realized she was serious. "You would shoot him for the gun."

"Yes." And she would. She really would.

The blonde was getting sick and tired of being in these sorts of situations, but she realized that since a child she just attracted near-death and destruction. And the only good thing she could say that had come out of all of this was her determination to survive-and the skills and knowledge she kept accumulating after every near-death.

And right now...

Right now, her instincts were telling her to disable the Coach (since shooting him would only waste a bullet), and use the rest of the bullets on the bikers. She doubted there were enough bullets to take out all of them, but there'd be enough to even the numbers a little more.

She looked up at the sky.

It was getting darker and darker.

If she wasn't in so much agony she could have snuck out under the cover of darkness and invaded the camp-done away with the rest of the members.

Maybe.

She sighed and looked down at the junk before her once more.

It disturbed her how the thought of killing didn't bother her anymore.

Picking up a screwdriver, she stood and went to the door of the building, using the tool to force open the lock.

Taking in a deep breath and shoving the screwdriver into the back pocket of her jeans, Chloe entered the building, her eyes shifting to their molten gold, feline form automatically. The darkness lit up as if it were midday and she sighed as she saw the dust and the cobwebs.

No one had been here for a very long time.

"I can't see anything." Sam hissed behind her. "It's too dark. Do you have a flashlight in your bag? I had one in mine-but it's outside the barrier, still in the bus."

"No, I don't. Sorry." It'd never occurred to her to include a flashlight when she'd been packing for this trip. Not when her eyes morphed so naturally and night was never dark for her anymore. Still, she decided that when she got out of this alive (because if the monsters of the cave, Serpents, and Predators couldn't kill her, a couple of bastards on bicycles the hell wouldn't) she would keep one around if only for appearance's sake.

Chloe opened and closed her left, throbbing fist, flexing the fingers and wincing at the pain in her joints. "There's a phone, but given the state this place is in, I doubt it works."

"Huh? How can you see it?" Sam asked, still standing in the doorway.

"I eat my carrots religiously." She snarked, maneuvering through the junk in the building with ease as she made her way to the phone and tried it, bringing the receiver to her ear and trying some of the buttons before putting it back down. "Disconnected. Not even a ringtone."

"Fuck." Sam hissed, leaning his head back against the doorframe. "There has to be some way of calling for help."

"Yeah, but we just haven't found it yet." Chloe replied, letting her eyes morph back to human when she turned towards him and the light of the moon shining from outside. Her gaze fell to his side, which he was still holding. "I'm going to ask Maudie for another of her tampons. That needs to be re-tended to."

"What are you running from?"

The strange question stopped her as she'd begun her careful trip back to the door. "What?"

"You're on a bus, on Christmas Eve, with a pile of strangers." Sam looked at her in the darkness. "What are you running from?"

"If your theory is so sound, then everyone on that bus was running from something. Including you." She snapped, feeling defensive as he hit a little too close to home. "What are you running from?"

He paused, a dark expression on his young face, before he sighed and looked up at the sky. "Everything."

She frowned, not having expected him to answer.

"My girlfriend, Jess. She-she was killed some months ago by the same-person-who killed my mother." Sam continued "My father has been searching for him, and I was with my brother. But now my father has found the guy and doesn't want me to come and help him deal with him. So I left my brother and was heading towards where my father was even though he doesn't want me there." Sam' gaze lowered to Chloe. "You want to shoot Coach-----I want to kill the bastard who killed my mom and girlfriend."

She was taken back by the pain and anger and murder in his voice.

The blonde sighed. "My-I don't even know if you can call him my boyfriend but he was very important to me." She kicked at a rusty can at her feet. "We were on an...expedition together and got hurt. I could handle it. He couldn't. He left because he was changing and couldn't stop it, and didn't want me to have to suffer because of how-different-he was." She'd never talked to anyone who hadn't met him about Jack. But it was...relieving...to be able to do so. "I didn't want to let it go, though, and that got me and my cousin-the only blood family I have left-in a lot of trouble." Chloe gulped, trying as always to get over the guilt of having gotten Lois killed. "I nearly lost her because I couldn't let go of the past."

Sam's jaw was clenched. "What are you saying? That I should just let Jess' killer live? That I should just-."

"I'm not saying anything, Sam." Chloe sighed, feeling tired and in pain. "The world would probably be a better place if you did kill him."

He frowned at her before looking up at the sky. "Jess loved the stars. Always said that there wasn't as many in California as there was in her hometown."

Chloe smirked. "Depends, of course, what sort of star you're referring to."

He nodded his agreement, yet still looked up at the skies. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I don't tell people this. I don't talk about it at all. About her at all. Not with anyone. Not even with my brother. And despite the fact that he hates what he calls 'chick flick' moments, he's been trying to get me to talk about this ever since it happened." Sam closed his eyes tightly. "But it hurts."

"Your brother obviously cares about you, he wants to help you get passed this so you can move on." Just like Lex and Lois were trying to help her do the same, bless their meddling souls. "It's just that sometimes you can't open up with the people you love. You need to talk to a stranger, someone who can understand what you're going through, listen, and empathize."

Sam's gaze returned to her. "So you're saying we're empathizing with each other, that's why we're sharing the sorrows of our lives."

She shrugged. "Weirder things have happened."

He snorted, looking back up. "Tell me about it."

Chloe wondered if, before he'd had to be placed in the cryo-chamber to contain his out of control mutation, Jack had ever talked to anyone at Weyland about her like this. It was obvious that even in death, Sam's heart belonged faithfully to Jess, and Chloe doubted that he'd ever really stop loving his ex girlfriend. He didn't look the type.

She had to admire that...though she kinda felt sorry for any girl that would fall in love with him later on since they'd never really have all of his heart. Jess would always keep a part of it, and it would take a special kind of girl to be able to accept that.

Suddenly the lights flickered on.

They looked up.

Annabel, the teenaged girl with the streaks in her hair and blood on her clothes, hurried in front of them. "Mr. Vargas found a generator and got it to work. And the bikers outside all scrambled out of the light into the shadows."

"They don't want us getting a clear shot at them." Sam deduced.

"Obviously they haven't realized that the one with the gun is a pisspoor shot." Chloe grumbled.

Annabel smiled brightly. "But at least they aren't firing at the lights."

Chloe sighed, running a hand over her hair as she walked towards her. "That's because they're saving the ammo for us."

Annabel's smile melted.

Chloe didn't feel bad for saying this. The girl needed to be alert. "Tell everyone to keep their heads down. With the lights we can see them and they can see us. We're all targets."

She nodded and hurried away to do as told, keeping ducked the whole time.

Chloe watched her go.

She kinda liked Annabel. The girl had spunk. Reminded her of a more subdued, teenaged Lois.

"Miren! Miren!" Mr. Vargas arrived with some tubing's and such. "Con esto podemos hacer un canon! Para defendernos!"

Sam's eyes were wide and on the small man. "Puedes hacer un canon con eso? De verdad?"

Apparently Chloe wasn't the only one who knew some Spanish.

"Si! Si!" Mr. Vargas nodded energetically. "Lo que necesito es algo para despacharlo." Mr. Vargas was talking excitedly. "Para prenderlo." He looked around. "Aqui lo tienen. Estoy seguro. Yo lo busco." And with that he was off.

"I'm----going to go help him." Sam announced, hurrying after the short, chubby, yet fast man.

Chloe put her hands on her hips.

If Mr. Vargas could really pull that off---if he really could make some sort of cannon with the materials at his disposal---she was going to have a long talk with him about his career options once they survived this.

The blonde made her way to where Desiree, Duke, Coach and Desmond were.

Desiree had a bottle of half empty scotch she'd found in the RV and passed it to Desmond. "Can you find Sam and give this to him? It'll help him with the pain."

Desmond nodded and walked away to find the tall brunet.

Desiree then sat down and pulled off her high heels, shrugging on some faded, worn, mismatched yet wearable female tennis shoes she'd found amongst the junk.

Duke watched her as he and Coach Yarbro continued packing things against the barrier. "You could help, you know."

She looked up at him and sneered. "Oh you want my help baby?" She raised an eyebrow, the disgust visible on her face. "Ok. When building a barricade----probably not smart to use things that explode."

Duke froze, looking down at the box he had in its hands.

It clearly read: QUICK START BRAND! STARTER FLUID FOR CARBURATED ENGINES. WARNING! HIGHLY FLAMMABLE!

"Does that help you?" Desiree sneered.

From where she was by the stacked up cars, Chloe snorted in amusement.

Duke cleared his throat and looked around in embarrassment as Desiree returned to ignoring him.

Coach gave Duke a commiserating look. "She'll cool down eventually."

Duke turned to look at him incredulously. "If she cools down any more she's going to give me frostbite, man."

Coach had to nod his agreement to that.

Duke sighed, and together they started taking away the few boxes with of the QUICK START BRAND that they had already packed up against the barricade.

Leaning against the wall of one of the sheds, Chloe shook her head and looked out through the gaps between the old cars. Her eyes shifted slightly, facilitating her sight in the darkness, yet not enough to truly change color or shape.

Sensing movement, Chloe turned in time to see the barrel of a shotgun peeking out through one of the glassless windows of the third rusty, stacked car, and a hand silently making its way to the handle outside, obviously unable to open the door from the inside. Reaching behind her and pulling out the screwdriver, Chloe snarled and drove the tool through the man's hand and he let out a shot in reflex as she quickly grabbed the barrel of the shotgun with the other.

Annabel screamed and everyone ducked as the shot flew wide.

The man loosened his grip on his weapon as he screamed in pain, and she managed to jerk the shotgun out on his grip and out of the window.

Hearing shots, Chloe only managed to duck in time to miss being hit as Coach pulled out his gun and began shooting at random in her direction.

A bullet pierced the car inches from her head.

The man in the car above her yanked his hand free from the screwdriver.

Coach hide behind a barrel.

Chloe snarled at him before grabbing the shotgun and climbing up the cars in time to see the other man beginning to slide out the other side. She aimed the shotgun and fired once.

The man collapsed backwards onto the seat, the back of his head blown in.

"Did I hit him?" Coach Yarbro called excitedly from behind her. "I hit him! Didn't I? I injured him?"

Chloe closed her eyes tightly, wanting to kill him.

Clicking on the safety, Chloe shoved the shotgun down the back of the inside of her shirt, the warm barrel sliding in between her skin and the waistband of her jeans as she used her left hand to grab the guy she shot, and the right to hold on as she made her descent. With a grunt she jerked the man down and he fell to the ground before she jumped down next to him, her bones sending jolts of agony up her body at the abuse.

"I injured him, didn't I? Before you shot him?" Yarbro came up to her, all smug and excited.

Chloe pulled out the shotgun from her back with her right hand.

"Betcha glad now that I-----."

Turning, the blonde clocked him so hard with her left fist that he fell to the ground. "You fucker!" She hissed, barely keeping enough control over herself to keep her eyes from shifting. "The only person you came close to shooting was me!"

"You psycho bitch!" Yarbro snarled, aiming his pistol at her.

In seconds the safety was off and her shotgun was aimed at him. "Oh, try it. Please try it." She tightened her hold on the trigger.

Despite the fact that she knew she was keeping her eyes from shifting, the coach must have seen something, because his face went pale and he lowered his gun.

"Chloe?"

She looked up to see Sam inching his way towards her.

"We're all on the same team." He tried.

She snorted and turned to glare at Yarbro as he picked himself up. "You point that thing at me one more time and I will end you, you hear me?"

He opened his mouth, closed it and then sneered at her. "Fuckin' Psychotic Bitch." And with that he stormed off.

"Are you okay?" Annabel asked from where she'd been standing close to Desmond.

Chloe nodded, passing the shotgun to Sam.

He received it in confusion. "Why-?"

"You're probably a much better shot than me."

It was a lie and they both knew it.

But she knew something he didn't.

Her left hand had just broken.

Chloe cradled her broken limb, thanking her high pain threshold for the fact that she wasn't on the floor screaming. "You should check this guy. See if he has any more ammo on him, or a phone that works or something."

Maudie and Annabel looked sick at the thought of checking the body.

Desiree and Desmond shared looks before going to do the job.

Duke looked faintish.

Chloe turned.

"Where are you going?" Sam called.

"I need to be alone for a while." Chloe responded, heading a little ways from them to the solitude of the darkest and further part of their little camp. She entered the little shed and finally allowed the sob to escape her lips as she slid down the wall and looked at her deformed hand.

What was happening to her?

Her breathing was rapid and painful as she felt the healing mutation inside of her take over, warming her hand and causing it to glow in the darkness of the shed as her broken bones were highlighted against her skin. It was so contrasted she could literally watch in the darkness as the fragments that were her hand bones began to reform agonizingly. She closed her eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, and bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Her teeth pierced the skin of her lip and she tasted her own blood.

The pain continued on.

Suddenly the bones of her wrist broke-breaking up all the way to her shoulder.

Chloe bit down hard to try and keep the scream silent, but she knew a little noise made it passed her lips.

Thankfully, she blacked out around then.
Comments 
23rd-Jul-2010 04:51 pm (UTC)
Seriously, what is happening to Chloe? And please tell me that Yarbro dies a painful death because that guy is such a asshat. Wicked update and I can't wait for the next one.
23rd-Jul-2010 05:01 pm (UTC)
I can' t tellllllllll you! You'll just have to wait and see hon! :)
23rd-Jul-2010 07:30 pm (UTC) - Wee
Well at least she did get to clock the coach one. *grins* You are just too good to me. *beams happily*

Loving the slowly developing relationship between Sam and Chloe.

Thanks for writing!
23rd-Jul-2010 07:43 pm (UTC) - Re: Wee
haha! Glad you approve :)
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23rd-Jul-2010 11:42 pm (UTC)
Thank you so very much! I'm happy to hear from you and know you're reading!
24th-Jul-2010 01:13 am (UTC)
What's happening to Chloe's body? How is she evolving? And will it happen fast enough to save her and some of the others?

It's good that you're going with a gen!fic here. I agree that Sam is too emotionally damaged in this fic to make a proper mate for Chloe, even if he does smell very good to her inner beast.

Are you eventually planning to pair Chloe up with someone in this series? If so, I can't wait to learn who!
24th-Jul-2010 01:24 am (UTC)
Thanks! I know a lot of people love chlam (like, um, ME) but for this series he isn't the guy she's going to end up with. And, yes, she *will* end up with someone ;)
24th-Jul-2010 03:42 am (UTC)
In this series? Or its sequel? ;)

Love, love this one (like ALL the other ones) to pieces! Very good. I can't wait to read more!
24th-Jul-2010 03:45 am (UTC)
Well, one of the sequels in this series *evil grin*

Thanks! I'm so happy to hear that! I keep fearing I'll lose the inspiration for this series (and the AU companion) since I have so many plans for both of them!
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