Title: Family Reunion
Sequel to: Stanford
Pairing: Chlam (Chloe/Sam), implied Chlean (Chloe/Dean)
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: Chloe'd wanted to meet Sam's family, she just hadn't expected for his brother to break into their home, or to discover that Dean Winchester was Dorian's real father...and she ALSO hadn't expected to encounter a demon either.
Note: Takes place only hours after "Stanford'
Chloe would've been worried about Sam the next day if it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d sent her a text message saying that they’d run into some trouble, but gotten out, finished the hunt, and would be back by that night. She smiled, glad that Sam would be back home. The blonde didn’t sleep well when he wasn’t next to her, and yet she was anxious because when the brothers arrived they’d all have to sit down with Dorian and have a long, awkward conversation.
The wait was killing her, so when Jess called wanting to know if she and Dorian wanted to go and have lunch together, Chloe jumped at the opportunity to get out of the apartment for a while and distract herself.
“You know, if I didn’t know for a fact that Sam is totally anti-social at times and can barely manage to be in the same room with you and keep his hands off… I would be insulted for the little amount of time you two spent at Xander’s and my party the other night.” Jess grinned as she munched on a fry as they watched Dorian, the boy playing in the park with the other children.
They’d decided to get fast-food and go to Dorian’s favorite place to help him use up his endless supply of energy, that way they could also talk without having to censor what they said because of him.
Chloe grinned sheepishly. “We were ready to head over to your place before the party even started, but then Sam, uh, we got distracted.”
Jess grinned mischievously. “Yeah, it’s just enviable how you two can get so distracted with one another.”
Despite the grin on Jess’ face, something was off with the tone of her voice, and Chloe frowned in worry, peering at her pretty blonde friend.
“Jess, what’s wrong?”
The smile fell like the mask it’d been and she sighed, looking down at her container of fries. “Things between Xander and I have been a little rough lately. I think he’s seeing someone on the side, someone from his past.”
“What? No!” Chloe shook her head rapidly, unable to believe that that could be true. “Jess, Xander adores you! He worships the ground you walk on, why would you think--?”
“Little things—big things.” Jess admitted, her gaze going to the children in the park who were playing and laughing without a care in the world. “I mean, he’s always kept in contact with his high school friends, and you know, it’s never bothered me before, but that was before I caught him whispering on the phone with her around midnight when I was supposed to be asleep.”
Chloe was silent. What could she say on Xander’s behalf? That sounded suspicious.
“And I would've even let it slide as time-difference, you know, if it hadn’t been his reaction when he realized I was listening.” Jess scowled, chewing angrily on the fry as if this was somehow its fault. “He got all defensive and accused me of spying on him and not trusting him and all that.”
“When did this happen?”
“After the Halloween party.” Jess finally finished the fries and looked at her burger in scorn.
“Apparently that night wasn’t a good one for any of us.”
While unwrapping her burger, Jess turned to look at her curiously. “Why do you say that? Did you and Sam have problems too?”
“Oh, did we ever.” Chloe’s gaze shot to her son, making sure that Dorian was well out of hearing range before finally turning to look at her expectant friend. “Dor’s father turned up that night.”
Jess’ eyes boggled out and she dropped her burger onto the ground below. “Fuck.” Apparently forgetting all about her now spoiled meal, she pulled a long curl out of her face and turned on the bench so that she was completely facing Chloe. “How in the world did that happen? How did Sam take it? How did the guy take it? How did DOR take it?”
“One at a time!” Chloe chuckled, amused despite everything. “Well, Dean--Dorian’s father--broke into the house looking for Sammy--his brother.”
Jess went pale. “Oh my God. I--I had no idea Sam had a brother!”
“For the longest time I didn’t either. I only found out a little while ago when he proposed to me, and the only picture he had of Dean was when they were kids.”
“Okay, that utterly sucks,” Jess decided, turning once more on the bench and pressing her back hard against the back of the bench. “Sam’s gotta be bummed. What did Dorian say?” Her sympathetic gaze went to the giggling child playing with a friend on the seesaw. “He’s gotta be so confused right now.”
“We haven’t told him anything yet.” Chloe confessed, looking at her son worriedly. “Sam and Dean went out after the revelation to look for their father, and now they’re coming back tonight, and when they do we’re going to sit down, talk about what we’re going to do, and tell Dorian the truth.”
“He’s strong though.” Chloe defended, waving back at Dorian when he caught her looking at him and waved enthusiastically. “He looks just like Dean.”
“So, this makes Sam his uncle--doesn’t it?”
“And his ‘uncle’ his daddy.”
Chloe didn’t even answer that since it was an obvious given.
“Okay, my problems with Xander aren’t anything compared to this.”
Chloe snorted and they sat side by side in silence, watching Dorian as he played.
The cellular rung the minute they got into their apartment. Chloe ruffled her son’s hair, told him to go upstairs and wash off after getting dirty at the park, and pulled the small ringing contraption from her pocket, a little surprised when she saw who was calling.
She frowned as she heard the tone in his voice. “Is everything alright?”
“Um, can I come over and talk with you?”
“Sure.” Chloe nodded. “Sam won’t be back till tonight.” While Clark and Sam basically got along, there was a slight jealousy between the two guys who were used to having her full attention and didn’t like sharing it.
“And the Squirt?”
She grinned. “The Squirt is bathing… Well, he better be!”
Clark chuckled and then there was a knock on her door.
“That was quick.” Chloe smiled at him, opening the door to see Clark closing the lid of his cellular the same time she did. “Oh Clark, it’s so good to see you!” She hugged him close and smiled when he did the same. “Okay, let go of me you big muscular thing you, you’re gonna have my neighbors sure that I have a lover who comes to see me whenever Sam’s away.”
Clark laughed at that as he let go and entered the apartment.
Closing the door behind him, Chloe turned and smiled at her best friend. “While I would love to assume that you only came here because you missed me, I have a feeling you need to talk to someone about something.”
Clark turned and looked bashfully at her. “Gee Chlo, you make it sound like the only time I visit you is to talk about my problems.”
She grinned unrepentantly. “Well, you have to admit that recently that’s what’s been happening.”
Clark frowned sadly, looking at his shoes. “You’re right, you know. I’m sorry. It’s just that I know Sam doesn’t like that I depend on you so much, and I’ve been trying to be more ‘independent’, but I can’t do it anymore. I really need some quality Chloe-Time.”
Her grin grew more tender. “Silly rabbit, I will always make time for you. And Sam, well, he’s jealous of anyone other than Dorian who gets to spend time alone with me, so I really wouldn’t hold it against him.”
Going to Clark, she grabbed his hand, squeezed it, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “So lets sit down and talk while Dor’s in the bathroom and doesn’t know you’re here, because when he does realize that his godfather is here, you know he’ll hound your heels until you leave.”
Clark grinned broadly and nodded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
So they sat down on the sofa and Chloe listened as Clark updated her on the newest events in the Lana-Clark saga. Clark knew that Pete was in love with the dark-haired beauty, and he’d even asked Clark for his blessing when he’d wanted to ask her out. Clark had given it at the time because he’d been going through one of those ‘Lana and I can never be together’ phases, plus, he truthfully hadn’t thought that anything would come from it.
“And now they’re getting married, and I’ve already agreed to be Pete’s best man because how could I really turn that down?” Clark finished the whole story with a sigh. “I always imagined being in a wedding with Lana as the bride—but I was the groom.”
“Clark…” Chloe whispered, placing her hand comfortingly on his back. “I know you’re in pain, and I know that deep down inside you’ll always love Lana, but you know that your time together passed a long time ago. You two tried it, it didn’t work.” The blonde waited a couple of seconds before continuing. “Lana’s really happy with Pete, she’s in love with him. She’s ecstatic, and the thing she’s happiest with is that you’re okay with it, because she thinks you don’t love her anymore in that sense and you’re happy for her having found the love of her life.”
Clark was silent, looking down at the patterns on the carpet.
“She wants you to move on like she has.”
He winced at that. “She has, huh? Moved on, I mean.”
“And she couldn’t have done it with a better man.” Chloe rubbed his back in a circular motion to soothe him. “Pete adores Lana, she’s his world, and he is hers. They both love you and want you to be happy for and with them. They want you to find the right girl for yourself and settle down and have kids.”
Clark smiled sadly. “With my luck, my son will probably fall in love with Pete and Lana’s daughter.”
“Or their son.” Grin wide when a horrified, wide-eyed Clark turned to gap at her, Chloe giggled. “Clark Kent, don’t tell me that you, an alien, have anything against the thought of having a homosexual son!”
He reddened and looked away. “N-No--it-it’s just that, I’ve never really uh, ever thought of the possibility.” He was blushing scarlet. “God, Chlo, now you have that visual in my head! Pete would skin me alive--with Kryptonite--for my son ‘corrupting’ his!”
She giggled once more, and would've teased Clark further hadn’t a small bundle of freshly bathed joy realized that “Uncle Clark” was visiting and hurtled down the stairs at the two adults sitting on the sofa.
The blonde smiled as she watched Dorian tug Clark towards the stairs, destination his room, to show him something or the other that ‘daddy’ had gotten him since Clark’s last visit.
Two of my three favorite boys under my roof. She hugged herself, looking out of the window with a sigh. I wonder how my other favorite boy is doing.
“But I want to wait up for Daddy and Uncle Dean!” Dorian yawned as Chloe tucked him into bed that night. “You said that they’d be home soon.”
“Yes, well, obviously they’re running late, Dor, and we all have classes tomorrow, so you and I are going to go to sleep, okay?” Chloe sat on the edge of his bed, smiling at him. “I’m sure you’ll meet Uncle Dean in the morning.”
Dorian pouted, sending a sideways glance at the darkest corner of his room. “I don’t like sleeping when daddy’s not home. The monsters come and bother me.”
Chloe bit down on her bottom lip as her gaze went to the dark corner. Usually she would've told him that there were no such things as monsters, but after Sammy and her had come clean with each other and she’d learnt about the supernatural she wasn’t so quick to discredit her son’s claims anymore.
“Hmmmm. Why don’t we do this then.” She turned to an expectant Dorian. “Why don’t I sleep with you tonight? That way the monsters won’t come at you, and if they do, I’ll be here to frighten them away.”
He brightened immediately. “I like that plan.”
“I knew you would.” Grinning, Chloe pressed her finger against his nose playfully. “Now scoot over bud.”
Dorian giggled as he did as told, raising the sheets so that his mother could slip into his bed.
Chloe pulled the sheets over them both, getting herself comfortable on his bed, and raised her arm, smiling when he cuddled up against her, smiling up into her face. “Night sweetheart.”
“Night mama.” He whispered, stretching upwards and giving her a kiss as she turned out the lights.
She’d drifted into a restless sleep, tossing and turning with odd nightmares that she couldn’t truly understand. Chloe dreamt of fire and of evil laughter, of the sound of her son screaming…
…and then she realized that her son truly was screaming.
Jolting awake, Chloe gasped as Dorian clung to her desperately. But before she could calm him and figure out what it was that terrified him so, she noticed it, a human figure in the darkest corner of the bedroom, and a pair of yellow, glowing eyes.
“Who are you?” She tried to keep her terror down as she held her son to her protectively. “What do you want?”
He stepped in the path of the moonlight. He looked human, except for his glowing yellow eyes and the aura of evil that surrounded him. “How… Interesting.” He sneered as he eyed her. “You’re one of them as well, and yet somehow I failed to find you as a child. What shielded you from me?”
Confused, Chloe held her son tighter. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I want you to get out of the room.” As an afterthought, she added. “Christo.”
He flinched visibly, hissing in pain, his eyes flashing deeper with color. “Bitch! How dare you say that name in my presence!”
Dear God, he’s a demon. “Dorian, pray,” she ordered, pulling away from her son and getting up from the bed, standing in between him and the creature in his room. “Get out!”
“Mama?” Dorian stammered in a terrified voice.
“Pray!” She snapped at the little boy, not taking her eyes from the demon in front of her. The creature reeked of malice. “And you, get out of my house!”
“Oh I will, once I have the boy.” The creature sneered, taking a step towards her.
Chloe’s heart nearly stopped in fear when she realized that this thing was after her son. “I’ll never let you touch him!” She snapped, her protectiveness overcoming her immense fear. “Christo! Christo! Christo! Christo!”
The creature yelled in pain before rushing towards her and grabbing her by her throat, hauling her up into the air.
Chloe screamed, fighting for air as she struggled in his hold. She could hear Dorian screaming for her, and yet she kept her attention on the seething, demonic thing that looked human, and who was slowly, cruelly crushing her throat, cutting off her air supply.
“You pathetic little human!” He spat in her face, eyes like flames of fire. “I will enjoy eviscerating you…” The side of his lips curled in a truly horrible smile. “…alive.
He pressed his free hand to her stomach, obviously intending to do as planned, and then his demonic yellow eyes widened and shock covered his face before he sneered. “My, my… What do we have here?” He tore his eyes from her face and looked down her body as he pressed his free hand harder against her stomach. “Is that a child I sense in there?”
Chloe’s eyes widened as the world began to spin around her from lack of oxygen.
A—a—a child? She was pregnant?
Chloe whimpered as her vision started to go dark and she grew limp in the creature’s hold as she began to lose consciousness.
She wanted to look back at Dorian, to tell him to run, but everything was dark, and blurry, and distorted.
“LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE!”
The creature’s laugh was a truly terrifying thing to hear.
Please… she prayed as everything disappeared. Protect my son.
The last thing Chloe saw before everything passed into shadows was a blinding white light, and the last thing she heard before drifting into the oblivion of nothingness was the sound of the creature’s screams.