Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Pairings: Sam/Chloe, Dean/Carmen, John/Mary, Clark/Lana, Lois/Flavor of the Week
Sequel to: Beware Of The Merman
Series: Special Children Series
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Sam always wished that he'd met Chloe without superheroes, demons, or angels involved. He'd always wished that they could have a normal life together, with normal problems, and now a mysterious stranger is giving him just that. But what price is to be paid for having a normal life?
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt #113: Metachoric Experience.
Should be around four or five chapters long.
The next two weeks Sam found himself getting into the routine of his new life, and finding he enjoyed it a lot.
He'd realized that since in this life he'd never had demon blood forced down his throat, and hadn't been trained from childhood to be a warrior, that he didn't have any of the powers he'd once abhorred.
He also realized that in this world, since things hadn't happened the way they had in his own world, people they'd saved and disasters they'd adverted had actually happened. A lot of innocent people had gotten hurt, killed, possessed...and yet he couldn't find himself caring.
He wondered what that said about him.
This was the life he'd always wanted.
He was with Chloe, and she was safe. They had the All American Dream...and he wasn't willing to let go of the life they had here. Every day he waited for that stranger to come back and ask him his choice so he could choose this life. Choose this relationship with Chloe. This future. This everything.
His job as a lawyer was competitive and kept him on his toes, and many evenings he found himself staying late at the office, but that didn't seem to bother Chloe, since she was probably even more dedicated to her job at the Daily Planet than he was of his own. He found that they conference called each other often during the evenings, Chloe asking him questions on legal matters, and if he needed some information he couldn't get himself he relied on her resources. They worked incredibly together, like a well-oiled machine.
He wondered how they were going to handle a child on their schedules, but he didn't care.
They'd find a way.
If anything, he didn't see himself spending so much time in the office when his child was born.
Sam couldn't see himself away from the baby for long at all.
And he really didn't see Chloe doing so either.
If the way they treated their dogs was anything to go by, they were going to spoil that kid.
A smile lit his lips as he drove towards the Daily Planet to pick up Chloe, thinking about names since he was in charge of coming up with boy names and had yet to come up with something that didn't make Chloe quip sarcastically or make a face at. But that smile drained from his face when he noticed Chloe already outside the Daily Planet building, seeming to have an argument with someone he'd never seen before. From the way they stood it was obvious that they knew each other well enough though. The way they acted around each other was one of extreme familiarity, especially when the man grabbed Chloe's arm and yanked her towards him.
Sam tore into the parking space and left the car running as he began to stalk towards them, dark fury entering his every being.
Chloe and the man, who had yet to notice Sam, were still arguing, the blonde struggling in his hold.
"Get your hands off of my wife!" Sam snarled, finally reaching them as he pushed the man away.
"Sam!" Chloe gasped, turning towards him as if confused by his presence. "It's okay. Everything's alright."
"The hell it is." Sam growled, glaring at the other man. "You put one hand on my wife ever again and I swear to god you'll live to regret it you sonofabitch."
The man chuckled. "Big words from the man who used to get his paycheck from me."
Sam's eyes narrowed.
He used to work for this asshole?
"That's enough Lex." Chloe snapped, glaring at him. "If you're done complaining about what I publish, then you can go."
"I'm telling you, Chloe." Lex turned to her. "LuthorCorp isn't the Big Bad Wolf to society's Little Red Riding Hood. Stop trying to paint us that way in your articles." He leaned in closer. "Clark wouldn't be friends with a monster, would he?"
"I don't think you're a monster, Lex. I've never said that and I don't plan on doing so either." Chloe took in a deep breath, running her hand over her head. "But that doesn't mean that if I find out from reliable sources, with evidence, that there's shady business deals going on in your father's company I'm not going to hold back."
"You need to learn to keep your nose out of situations that can easily go sour for you, Chloe." Lex announced darkly.
Sam's eyes narrowed as he pulled her behind him. "Are you threatening her?"
"Call it a concerned warning." Lex replied, eyes never leaving Chloe. "You've never been on the Luthor's bad side, Chloe. I'd hate for you to find that changed."
"Your surname doesn't scare me, Lex." Chloe whispered, face steely with determination.
"It should." He assured her before turning and leaving.
Sam watched him until he disappeared into a fancy car and drove off. Only when the car was out of sight did Sam turn to his wife, hands on her shoulders, face, arms, neck, everywhere. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm fine." Chloe sighed, placing her hand on his over her cheek and smiling up at him, eyeing him with amusement. "I've never seen you stand up to Lex like that before. I think you really shocked him. I mean, you're always so meek."
Sam frowned, confused.
"Why was he threatening you?" Sam asked, deciding to stay focused on the most important details only for now. "It wasn't a threat, don't be so overdramatic about this." Chloe pulled a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know that Lex is thinking of running for Senate next election and this is bad publicity too close to the date. He knows it'll affect his campaign, and Luthors aren't good when faced with competition or the possibility of losing." Wrapping her arms around his, Chloe led him back towards their car, which was still on and running. "You know Lex better than anyone else, Sam, I mean, you worked for him since you graduated. His image-that means everything to him."
"Why did I work for such an asshole?" Sam snapped, holding the door open for her to slide in before going around to the driver's seat and sliding in as well, closing the door behind him.
"Maybe because working for Lex Luthor is a corporate lawyer's dream?" Chloe laughed, sending him an odd look.
"Well, obviously it wasn't my dream since I left." Sam growled, rejoining the traffic, knuckles white with how hard he was holding the steering wheel.
Chloe sighed and looking out of the window, uncomfortable. "Yeah."
Sam shot her a quick, narrowed look. "You okay?"
Chloe nodded, resting his forehead against the window. "I just feel bad sometimes, for the falling out between you two."
Sam snorted. "He was obviously a bastard. You had nothing to do with it."
"But you used to like him so much, Sam. You two were such close friends." Chloe turned towards him, reaching out and resting her hand over his on the gearshift. "If it wasn't for the fact that he got drunk that one time you might still be there, where you've always wanted to work, and not in your second choice. How can I not feel guilty about that?"
Sam's frowned darkened, not liking the implications here.
"It wasn't even that big of a deal. He would have sobered up and felt mortified and everything would have returned to normal. But I had to make a big deal out of everything." Chloe sighed. "I know I wrote and printed the article, but I genuinely don't think Lex is behind anything. Lionel? Oh hell yeah. I never liked that snob."
Chloe's phone rang, and it was Lana.
They talked the rest of the drive.
It gave Sam the time he needed to try and process everything he'd just learnt.
"That piece you wrote about LuthorCorp's charitable works...it was amazing. Thank you." Lex Luthor smiled, yet another glass of wine in his hand. He'd had his fair share of drink that night, and Chloe was obviously amused by just how tipsy the man was, especially since Lex usually had more self-control than this.
"You're welcome." She smiled, warming her hands by the roaring fireplace. "Thanks for making Sam feel so at home and happy here. I mean, he can't wait to come here in the mornings and the fact that he loves his work is...it means a lot to me. I want him to be happy, you know?"
"You always want the one you love to be happy." Lex commented, taking another sip of his wine. "Even if it might inconvenience you somewhat."
"It doesn't inconvenience me at all." She exclaimed, laughing. "I mean, some wives might mind that their husbands spend more time at work then at home, but you know me since I was a teenager Lex, I'm even more of a workaholic than him." The blonde ducked her head with a chuckle before turning towards him, hugging herself. "And the fact that I'm the Go-To girl when it comes to interviewing Luthors or anything Luthor-related has helped me a lot at the Daily Planet. Although Cat really hates me because she can't interview you and she has the largest crush on you." She waggled her eyebrows. "She's single, a brunette, AND I'm also sure that those breasts are real. Should I give her the number you give all your conquests."
Lex finished his glass of wine and put in on the mantle above the fireplace. "While you're most gracious in your offer to help further my Lothario ways, I'll have to decline." His eyes raised to her. "I've actually been thinking of settling down."
Chloe blinked. "Really?"
"Should I be insulted by the way this obviously shocks you?"
"No." The blonde shook her head. "I just never considered you as the type to commit." She finally smiled once more. "So who's the lucky brunette who has made you see the error of your self-proclaimed Lothario ways?"
"Who says she's brunette?" He asked, eyebrow raised.
Chloe raised hers as well. "I hate to burst your bubble, Lex, but the secret's been out a LONG time ago. You like brunettes. I've known girls who dye their hair brown to attract you. Take Cat for instance. She's a blonde. And yet ever since she's been trying to convince Perry to let her interview you for her column she's dyed her hair brown. Why? Because it's universal knowledge that dark hair is your Archilles Heel." She grinned a conspirator's grin as she moved closer to him. "Have you really not noticed that you don't have ONE female employee who's blonde?"
"Maybe there's a reason for that." Lex mumured, taking a step towards her.
"Yeah. Because you like brunettes!" Chloe exclaimed gleefully, always enjoying their 'Verbal Judo', as Lex liked to refer to their conversations. "All of your girlfriends have been brunettes, even LANA."
Lex winced. "Right. Not my brightest moment."
"Yeah." Chloe had to agree, patting his shoulder. "For a moment there I was worried you and Clark would never be friends again. But thankfully you were able to work through it."
"Right." Lex nodded. "I don't think I've learnt my lesson though."
"Huh?" Chloe turned to him, confusion written on her face.
Suddenly Lex grabbed her and brought her to him, kissing her deeply, his grip on her arms tight and unrelenting despite her struggles.
"Lex! Stop it!" Chloe fought, giving a cry as she was pushed up against the wall. "You're drunk! Stop!"
The music of the party outside drowned out her cries for help as Lex pinned her to the wall.
"Lex please!" She cried, still struggling in vain, a near scream escaping her lips when he began bunching up the skirt of her dress. "Stop it!"
And that was when Sam had stepped in from where he'd been secretly watching them.
He'd wanted to kill Lex but he knew that Lex could easily damage his career forever, so he'd just yanked the drunk man off of his wife and turned to him coldly. "Expect my resignation in the morning." He'd then turned to Chloe and wrapped his jacket around her before they'd left the Luthor home during the large party that had been in honor of his newest promotion.
Sam woke up, covered in sweat and gasping for breath.
Immediately he turned towards Chloe, breathing in relief when he found her sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed.
Somewhere, on their beds on the floor, the dogs snored.
It had been a dream.
Or a memory.
Sam sat up, taking in a deep breath.
He-he was almost sure this was a memory.
Maybe that mysterious stranger was answering the question that'd been bugging him ever since they'd returned home.
This was what had ended his apparent dream job working for Lex Luthor.
He'd seen the man basically accost his wife...and he'd done nothing.
Sure, he'd pulled him off of her and resigned...but that wasn't enough.
The man who'd just walked away was a man Sam couldn't recognize.
If this had happened in his world not only would Chloe have been more than strong enough to put Lex in his place and defend herself, but had Sam walked into that scene he would have beaten the living hell out of Luthor, career be damned. Sam had to admit, he might have killed the man for trying to force himself on Chloe.
And yet in this world not only couldn't Chloe defend herself...but Sam suddenly wondered if he could trust himself to protect her as he should.
For the first time since finding out about the truth of this situation...Sam felt wary.