Title: Obstacles Of The Soul
Sequel to: Secrets of the Soul
Characters: Chloe Sullivan/Jeremy Gilbert, Elena Gilbert, Tyler Lockwood
Fandoms: Smallville/The Vampire Diaries
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Thanks to the fact that Chloe Sullivan and Jeremy Gilbert are the reincarnations of two doomed lovers she'd somehow ended up stuck with the bag of hormones and problems, but there are obstacles between them, namely themselves.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dropping the baseball bat she'd been gripping tightly out of the fear of encountering a thief or an assassin sent to kill her, Chloe glared at the one who'd scared the crap out of her by jolting her out of her sleep with his noise.
Jeremy Gilbert looked up from where he was going through the contents of the fridge. "You really have nothing good here to eat."
Walking around the island to grab the fridge door's handle, she closed it and turned on him, standing in her pajamas. "What are you doing here?"
The younger male looked at her, eyes bloodshot. "I wanted to see you."
"It's three o'clock in the morning, Jeremy, and we have school tomorrow. Today! You can't just break into someone else's house and raid their fridge like this." She hissed, unable to understand how he couldn't see what was wrong with this whole scenario. "This isn't even my house-Zach could throw me out whenever he feels like it! How could you-?" Her eyes narrowed. "Wait. Are you high? Is that what this is? You went out with your druggie friends, got high, and decided that there was nothing better to do than to break into here so you could find something to sate your munchies?"
"No. Yes. No!" Jeremy brought a hand to his head, as if he was having problems thinking. "No, I didn't come here just for food. Yes I might be high. No, I didn't break into here. One of the back windows was unlocked so I just eased it open and came inside." He shook his head once more. "I told you. I-I wanted to see you."
Chloe groaned, bringing her hand to cover her eyes in shame. "I can't believe you'd stoop this low."
When Chloe had been relocated to Mystic Falls for her own protection, living as Chloe Alexander to try and survive until she could testify against Lionel Luthor, she hadn't wanted friends. She especially hadn't wanted friends who had just as many, if not more, issues than she did. And yet thanks to the fact that both she and Jeremy Gilbert seemed to be the reincarnation of two doomed lovers who'd lived in Mystic Falls around the time of the Civil War she'd somehow ended up stuck with the bag of hormones and problems. Ever since Jeremy's parents had died in a car crash the boy had been in a downward spiral, his schoolwork suffering, his attitude infernal, and he also had a very big problem with drugs and alcohol. He was heading nowhere fast, and if he continued this way not only would he be kept back a year, but he'd probably end up in juvie.
Elena Gilbert, Jeremy's older sister, was in Chloe's class and ever since realizing her baby brother had some very odd friendship with Chloe, had decided that this meant she too needed to be friends with the blonde. And Jeremy wasn't happy about that. At all.
So Chloe, the girl who really didn't want any friends and wanted to go unnoticed, was either being hounded by one Gilbert or the other, which also brought her into the radars of Bonnie and Carolyn, Elena's friends, Matt and Tyler, Elena's ex-boyfriend and his best friend, and Vicki Donovan, who was Matt's sister, Tyler's (supposedly secret) girlfriend, and Jeremy's one-time crush and druggie friend. The blonde deeply resented both Gilberts for doing this to her, and while she let them know this, constantly, neither seemed to mind. It annoyed her further.
"Why are you always so cold to me?" Jeremy wanted to know, sounding quite put out.
Chloe sighed deeper, pressing her hand harder into her face. "I refuse to have this conversation with you while you're high."
"You don't have this conversation with me when I'm sober either." He accused, stalking towards her. "You've always been so damned cool and collected about everything, and I've always hated it!"
Chloe groaned, hating it when Jeremy slipped into 'Evelyn Mode', as she put it.
There were few memories of their past life and ill-fated romance, and Chloe didn't want to dwell on it.
She didn't believe in fate, believed one created their own destiny, and just knew that a relationship right now would end disastrously.
Especially if it was with someone like Jeremy Gilbert.
She was too messed up herself right now to tackle his mountain of issues.
Due to her stressed thoughts and the hand covering her eyes she didn't notice Jeremy stalking towards her until she felt strong hands grip her by her hips and raise her up, plopping her down onto the counter behind her.
Giving a little squeak, arms flying out, Chloe grabbed onto Jeremy's shoulders and glared at him as he stood between her thighs. "Give a girl a little warning next time."
"I had sex with Vicki."
She paused, blinking in surprise at the announcement and at the fact that it incited something dark within her which she stomped down viciously. "I doubt Tyler will be too happy to hear about that."
Jeremy's gaze searched her face before he scowled and looked away, annoyed. "I doubt she'd tell him."
Chloe gave a little sigh, making up her face as she gazed at his.
It was made up with childish displeasure, and some disappointment.
Honestly, it was moments like this that reminded her that he was younger and way too immature for her. Jeremy needed someone his age or a little younger...but although Vicki was Chloe's age she'd suit him perfectly because she was just as fucked up and immature as he was.
Didn't mean Chloe had to like the idea of them together though.
"I hope you wore a condom." She flinched as she took on the role of Elena, trying to be the sage older sister this boy desperately needed. "God and the whole town knows where that girl's been."
It wasn't to say that Elena wasn't trying her best, because she was, but Jeremy just wasn't listening. If anything, he got pissed off whenever she tried to help him or get him to see that the way he was living was only messing with his future. The girl had then asked Chloe not too subtly to try and persuade Jeremy to stop being such an ass...and although Chloe didn't know exactly why Elena thought Jeremy would listen to her, she had promised to try, so here she was.
"Please don't start the safe sex speech." Jeremy groaned, leaning forwards and resting his forehead against her shoulder. "I don't think I could bare it."
Chloe sat there on the counter, with him leaning against her, obviously seeking some sort of comfort.
The blonde hesitated, before sighing and reaching an arm out around him to softly caress his head like her father used to do her when she was young and in need of comfort. "Believe me, it's just as embarrassing for me."
He groaned as his arms went around her waist, like some big, clingy, drugged up teddy bear. "I doubt it."
"Jeremy, I know you're going to complain and not like this at all, but know that I'm not only saying this for your own good...I'm saying it because the next time you break into this house I'm calling the cops on you." She sighed, no venom in her voice at all as she continued to softly caress his silky hair. "I know...I know it's sad to lose your parents, you know I don't have any either. But you have something I wish I had-you have a sister, you're not really alone."
He made a noise against her skin.
"Shut up and listen to me." She mumbled, finding it odd that his steady breath against her collarbone was relaxing. "Your parents wouldn't want you wasting your life away like this, if they could see you they'd be so sad."
"What about yours?" Jeremy murmured softly. "You think your mom and dad would be so happy that their daughter doesn't talk to anyone unless they talk to her first, and even then she withdraws as soon as she can?"
She flinched. "We're not talking about me. We're talking about you." The blonde cleared her throat. "Believe me, not being the most social person in the world can not compare with drinking and smoking your life away. So don't try to change the subject and get off the hook."
He sighed. "I really did want to see you."
Against her own better judgment, Chloe felt her lips curling in a soft smile. "You big liar. You went straight for the fridge."
He chuckled. "I was hungry."
"Next time you want to see me, you wait until its decent hours. And don't you ever break into this house again, you got that?" Chloe ordered, feeling more in control of the situation. "How did you get here by the way? I don't remember hearing a car's engine."
"Walked." He mumbled.
She blinked, shocked.
The Salvatore Boarding House was a bit out of town, surrounded by thick forrest.
"Walked?" She hissed.
He murmured something sleepily against her collarbone.
The blonde sighed, realizing that he was in no condition to walk back to his house...or to walk anywhere.
"Jeremy." She whispered, giving him a little shake. "Jere!"
"Hmmm?" He was falling asleep on her.
"Jeremy, listen to me. I need you to stay awake until we get to my room, okay?" She eased him away from her, feeling panicked when she saw how difficult it was for him to keep his eyes open, to stay awake. He was crashing from his high. "Just stay awake a little longer. Please Jere." The blonde slid off the counter and slung her arm around him, leading the much taller boy as silently out of the kitchen and towards her room as possible.
They stumbled many times, nearly bumping into things or knocking things over, but thankfully they finally made it to Chloe's room without incident or waking up Zach. The blonde grunted as she walked the almost completely asleep boy to her bed and let go, watching Jeremy collapse on the mattress, completely dead to the world, snoring loudly.
Chloe eyed him, shaking her head, unable to keep a soft, amused smile off of her face.
Instead of making him more comfortable, the blonde retrieved her phone from the bedside table and dialed the second of two numbers on her Emergency list while she locked her bedroom door.
"Hello?" Elena's voice was sleepy.
"Sorry to wake you up." Chloe sighed, turning to look at Jeremy's snoring figure. "Your brother broke into Zach's house, raided the fridge, and is now snoring on my bed."
There was silence, and then Elena groaned. "He's high again, isn't he?"
"I tried talking to him, and I gave him the safe sex speech. Please don't ever ask me to do that again. Ever." Chloe sighed, leaning against the door.
"I'm sorry you have to put up with that. My brother-he wasn't like this before." Elena sounded so heartbroken before she let out a ragged breath. "I'll come and get him."
"No, don't bother. He's dead to the world, and I'd rather Zach not realize he's here." Chloe ran her hand over her head. "I just wanted you to know in case you and Jenna realize he isn't there and get worried."
"Are you sure it won't be a bother?" Elena yawned.
"He's passed out. Not much more harm he can do." Chloe admitted.
"Thanks Chlo." Elena's voice deepened with sleep. "You're probably the best friend he's ever had."
"Right." Chloe ran her hand over her face. "Night."
"Night." Elena yawned, hanging up.
The blonde put the phone back and then sighed, shaking her head as she yanked off Jeremy's shoes before fixing him better on the bed. She contemplated sleeping on the floor, but quickly ruled that out, refusing to give up the comfort of her bed. Jeremy was passed out anyway. There was no harm in sleeping on the same mattress together.
With that resolve, the blonde pushed him a little further away and got back in bed.