Title: Gentle (Part Two)
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Lois, Lana, Dean, Mary, John, Ma, Pa
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The thing that made an isolated, scarred ten year old Chloe notice fourteen year old Sam was the fact that he was gentle, incredibly so. She'd never seen someone that gentle before, hadn't realized someone like him existed.
A/N: In this universe NOTHING supernatural ever happened to the Winchester family (kinda like in the universe shown in "What Is And What Should Never Be") so the family are all alive and living in Lawrence. And, of course, NOTHING is canon in Smallville.
WARNING: Somewhat dark, mentioned child abuse.
A/N: Copyright for the pictures used in this chapter belong to whoever took them.
He'd finished watching the video feed, and he was impressed.
The man smiled as he went over the girls files.
Lana was a young prodigy, having activated and developed her power earlier than the others, and have managed near perfect control of it at a mere ten years of age. Her gift of telekinesis was powerful and she could move anything if she really put her mind to it. She was obedient and quick to do as told, and had the promise of great beauty. She was doing quite well in the physical combat lessons the Matron had been giving her, and had the agility of a gymnast.
It was her handle of firearms that was faulty.
He looked at the picture in his hand of Lana Lang.
She was dressed in something of a western cowgirl outfit, her hair long and adorned by a black stetson.
He wondered if that perverted bastard had played dress up with her for his own sick pleasure.
The young girl held two guns in her hands, looking at a target that was off camera.
Her face showed her dislike of the activity.
She was unable to keep back the look of discomfort and slight disgust as she aimed at whatever it was she was shooting at.
That just wouldn't do.
While powers were important, the girls needed to learn how to deal with someone in every other way as well in case, for some reason, their power was useless for them.
Grandfather shook his head and decided to have that rectified once she was returned to them.
He then turned his attention to the next girl.
Lois Lane the First.
The oldest of the three girls, Lois had the power of strength, something he found fascinating in a female. He might have expected it out of one of the males that'd been injected with the meteor-based serum, but instead it'd manifested in her. She was the natural leader of the girls, dedicated to kick-boxing and other sorts of fighting techniques, and had an uncanny ability with guns.
In fact, during the test she had been the only of the girls to steal a weapon from his men and shoot them with it. She'd then cleaned her prints off of the weapon...showing that it was in her instinct to be thorough and meticulous.
He picked up the picture of her.
She was in what looked like a school girl outside, firing a large machine gun.
Again he wondered if that bastard had decided to dress up the girls for the photos.
The girl was putting her all into the firing, her face showing her extreme emotion.
The Matron had noted in her reports that Lois was fueled by her anger and resentment, and it made her both a powerful, yet vulnerable adversary at the same time.
When Lois came to her new home, he'd have to make sure she learnt not to battle and use her emotions, as emotions would only make her weak while on the battle floor.
Grandfather put down the picture of Lois and picked up the last picture of this report.
It was of the blonde girl, Chloe.
Her powers of magnetism fascinated him to no end.
She could use the magnetic energy in the air to either attract or repulse things around her...and he wondered if like a magnet-and considering the magnetic energy one's brain had-if in time she could use that ability to attract or repulse people
as well. If so, this child could be his greatest weapon yet.
The girl had taken the longest to have her powers activated, and because of that she'd done her best to try and make up for her deficiency in other ways. She didn't have the best shot record (that was held by Lois) but she knew the anatomy of every firing weapon made and she could pull them apart and then put them back again together in amazing time. She didn't have the best control over her powers (that was Lana) but she was the one who'd put the most effort into activating and trying to become useful for him, and the report on her power able to override the first program on her collar proved that it was more powerful than Lana's.
The Matron had noted how Chloe's brain had developed to extraordinary lengths, the child like a sponge when it came to information. The woman had also noted how her intelligence was so great that she wanted to have her tested against a super computer...and her money was on the child.
He peered at the picture.
The blonde child was wearing fatigues, with a camouflage hat, warrior marks on her face, and large brown shades hiding her eyes from the picture. She was pointing a gun at the person taking the picture, and the expression on her face looked somewhat blank.
He liked this picture.
She looked like she was out in the wilds on a mission.
It was more realistic than the others.
During their training here, he'd have them wear fatigues.
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Sam didn't know what he was doing here.
Jumping off of his bicycle, he knew he'd be in deep shit if they discovered that he'd snuck out of the house, but he really wasn't in the mood for it right now. The date with Sarah had been awkward and he'd felt guilty for being able to forget their Anniversary, and while Sarah was being really nice and gracious about it he'd known that he'd hurt her. And that bothered him. The reason he'd liked Sarah to begin with was because she was probably the sweetest person he knew, and Sam didn't like knowing that he had caused her to feel bad.
Even if it hadn't been on purpose.
Sam snuck around to the back, scaling a couple of chain link fences, before finally reaching the tree outside of the window he was looking for. He looked around, making sure the night guards weren't patrolling, and climbed up the trunk to the branch, slowly easing his way towards the open window.Mom would kill me if she knew what I was doing.
He knew it was late, and that he was breaking a million different rules, but he'd promised Chloe he'd come over that evening, and all throughout his date he'd felt so incredibly guilty for not keeping his word to the kid.
So here he was, sneaking into her room in the dead of the night, risking life and limb on a shaking branch.
Grunting, Sam pulled himself through the window and tumbled down into the darkness on the ground, limbs all tangled up in each other.
Hearing a noise he looked up in time for something to be slammed into the side of his face with enough force to swing his head, and then all was black.
"Lois?" Lana whispered in the dead of the night, lying down on the large, comfortable bed they shared.
"Hmmm?" Lois turned in bed, yawning, sleepy and yet listening.
"What happens to us now?" Lana whispered. "Are they going to send us to an orphanage?" She reached out for a tendril of Lois' hair. "I don't want us to be separated. You and Chloe are all I know." Lois looked deep into her face before placing her hand on hers. "We're not going to be separated, okay Lana? Everything's going to work out."
Lana narrowed her eyes nervously. "Pinky promise?"
Lois laughed softly, nodding. "I pinky promise."
Relieved, Lana allowed a smile to grace her face. "I like these people, Lois. They're nice."
The smile drained from Lois' face as she turned onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. "How long is that
going to last?"
"You think they'll change?" Lana asked, worried.
"We're different, Lana. We're not like them." Lois responded slowly. "We're not their children."
"I know that." Lana lowered her gaze. "But they're nice to us. And they haven't screamed at us. Not even once."
"We've only been here a couple of days."
Lana worried her bottom lip in silence.
Lois continued to look up at the ceiling. "Grandfather will come for us."
Lana's eyes widened. "I don't want him to!"
"He's our family now." Lois brought a hand to her heart. "He's the only one who knows what we are, and still wants us."
Lana sniffled. "But I don't like
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When Sam came too, he was on the ground, with his head on a pillow.
And it was killing him.
"I'm so sorry
." Chloe stood over him like some ghost, pale in the moonlight, the only thing dark about her were her bruises. "I thought you were-you-you came through the window and I thought you were-I didn't mean to..."
He got the picture, and felt really stupid.
This girl had just survived a terrible home invasion...and here he'd thought it a good idea to sneak into her room.
"It's okay Chloe." He winced, sitting up. "It's my fault."
." He reached out and grabbed her hand softly, trying to still her wreckage of words. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I have no reason to be mad." He kept his voice calm, his eyes meeting hers in the darkness so she could see the sincerity in them. "I just wanted to see you. I promised I'd be here today, and it didn't feel right, not to keep my promise."
She looked at him as if he were the oddest thing she'd ever seen.
But at least she wasn't flinching away from his touch.
That was tremendous progress.
"Does your head still hurt?" She asked softly.
He nodded and then winced.
She looked worried. "I whacked you pretty hard with the tray I hid under my mattress just in case..." Her eyes then widened and she looked away.
Sam frowned as he realized just how
scared the girl had been there all alone in the nights.
She'd kept a tray hidden under her mattress just so that she could have some sort of weapon should someone attack her while she was by herself.
"Good work, by the way." Sam chuckled despite the throb in his head. "You caught me completely by surprise." He tilted his head somewhat. "How did you know I was coming through the window?"
She smiled. "You're loud
. I could hear you from the moment you started climbing the tree. You need to work on your stealth, you're as graceful as a four hundred pound bear."
He felt like he should be insulted, but just couldn't be.
That was the first time he'd seen her smile.
"Are you going to read more to me from that book?" Chloe asked suddenly, breaking into the silence.
Sam had never heard of a ten year old who understood what Shakespeare wrote-much less enjoy it. But Chloe was the exception to the rule. When she'd seen him reading the first chapter of Titus Andronicus, the book he was reading for school, she'd asked him what it was about and then she'd asked him to read it for her. He'd hesitated, because the play was a sordid story of revenge and political turmoil. It overflowed with bloodshed and unthinkable brutality, including countless murders, rapes, terrible acts of mutilation and threats of human sacrifice...and yet Chloe had taken it in terrifying stride. The contents didn't seem to bother her at all.
It made him wonder, even more, just what she'd been subjected to at the hands of her captors.
"I can't turn on the light or the nurses will know something's up." Sam had brought the book though, had carried it with him even to his date.
He really didn't know why.
Maybe he was just used to spending the evenings, after he did his homework, reading the story to her.
"I have this
." She reached under her bed and pulled out a flashlight, turning the bright beam on.
He raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get that
She paused, looking decidedly guilty. "One of the night guards might
have put it down for a second and I might
have decided to borrow it without asking."
He watched her in amusement. "You stole
." She corrected. "And its dark
He had to agree with that.
The blonde with the bruised face climbed into bed and pulled the sheets up over her. "Read to me?"
Sam found he couldn't refuse.