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.
As she awoke, Chloe figured it was a good thing that Zach was basically a stranger she shared a house with, who left her alone and wished to be left alone as well, especially whenever he ventured to the basement of the grand Salvatore Boarding House. It was a good thing they had a polite, if not very distant relationship. It was a good thing he wasn't exactly a father figure who worried about her or kept tabs on her.
It was a good thing because he would have checked on her to see why she'd slept through her alarm and hadn't gone to school.
And he would've found her in this precarious position.
"Jere." Chloe mumbled, trapped under the body of her bedmate, wriggling desperately as she tried to escape. "Jeremy! You're heavy!"
The jerk merely groaned and buried his nose in the curve of her neck, taking in a whiff of her scent and groaning in appreciation.
"Jer-emy!" Chloe bucked up with her hips, trying to add momentum and somehow get him off...and she almost did...yet not in the way she'd intended.
A dark blush covered her face as she felt something hardening against her abdomen. Chloe closed her eyes tightly and pounded at his chest. "You do not get to have sex with Vicki Donovan and then get off by rubbing against me!"
Jeremy grumbled in his sleep, continuing to grow against her, before he gave a thrust.
Chloe gasped, eyes wide, face completely red. "Jeremy!"
"S'loud." He mumbled sleepily, obviously still half in slumber, as he moved to fully cover her body with his own, his mouth claiming hers with fiery power.
Cry swallowed, Chloe beat against his chest, whimpering as he gave another thrust against her. Her fingers slowly curled, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. Her mind clouded over, body warming with ghostly feelings of recognition. It was as if her body knew his, and that was ridiculous, because even if this was something to do with their being reincarnated she had been the male of the relationship before...and yet...and yet...and yet with Jeremy's lips on hers, his body pinning hers to the mattress...it felt like coming home.
Scared to death at that realization, Chloe somehow found the strength to push him off with a squeak, rolling away from him and issuing another squeak as she rolled herself right off of the bed, landing hard on the floor.
The blonde didn't move, just laying with her back to the floor, trying to regulate her breathing.
Snores from her bed proved that Jeremy, who'd truly not been awake, had fallen completely back to sleep.
She was both mildly disappointed and greatly relieved.
A series of soft, nervous giggles escaped her lips as she brought her hand to her eyes.
This was so ridiculous.
After they'd realized that they were the reincarnations of Evelyn Gilbert and Thaddeus Sullivan Chloe and Jeremy had talked, they'd talked a lot, and they'd come to the conclusion that just because they were the reincarnations of lovers it didn't mean that they had to follow in those tragic footsteps. Still, there was a bond there between them that Chloe couldn't deny, no matter how hard she wished to, and so she hadn't truly complained about the way Jeremy Gilbert inserted himself into her life.
Finally peeling herself off of the floor, Chloe sent the snoring Jeremy a soft smile before shaking her head and going to bathe. She changed into shorts and a large T-shirt, realizing that since half of the day had already passed it didn't make any sense to go to school. So she ate something, gazed out of the window to make sure that the car wasn't there thus signalling that Zach had really gone, and returned back to her bedroom. Pulling out her laptop, Chloe made her way back to the bed and sat up against the back rest, continuing with the investigation she'd been secretly conducting recently. She knew she'd promised herself to give up the investigating, the sticking her nose into matters that weren't her concern.
Then again, she was living in Stefan Salvatore/Lucas Luthor's house, and she felt it did concern her.
The whole situation was fishy.
If Stefan/Lucas had this big family house and money and such, why had he lived as a foster child all his childhood? When she'd tried asking Lex the guy had acted weird, as if he really couldn't remember the answer, and Zach had avoided answering completely. He'd stuttered and stammered and then walked away.
So Chloe had tried researching Lucas Luthor and Stefan Salvatore...and while Lucas Luthor hadn't brought up any interesting results, Stefan Salvatore had.
There'd been a Stefan Salvatore alive during the time that Thaddeus Sullivan and Evelyn Gilbert lived.
In fact, Thaddeus Sullivan seemed to have been very close to Stefan Salvatore and his brother Damon.
Like Thaddeus, both Stefan and Damon had been killed during the Civil War.
Another interesting fact was that other than the original Stefan and Damon, there'd been another pair of Salvatore brothers named Stefan and Damon during the 1950s.
Mystic Falls had a suspicious amount of 'animal attack' related deaths, dating way before the Civil War period, and during 1953 a Salvatore had fallen victim to one such a death. It'd happened in this very home. The victim was one Joseph Salvatore, and while the history of the Boarding House was quite mesmerizing, what intrigued Chloe was that the Stefan Salvatore of that era had been present at the Boarding House during the attack, and she was sure that if she browsed enough newspapers or video footage she'd come upon some picture or information about the man in question. The girl nearly squealed when she was able to hack into the news archives, and was able to find actual footage...although waiting for the video to buffer left her bored.
Laptop resting on her lap, Chloe read different articles on the attack, only pausing for a second when Jeremy groaned and turned in his sleep, wrapping his arm around her waist and hiding his face against her thigh.
She stopped typing and just looked at him.
Jeremy groaned, tightening his hold on her and rubbing his face in her hip. "S'nice."
Just that little action somehow forced a tender little smile on her lips against her desperate tries to remain serious, and Chloe tilted her head to the side, reaching down to caress his dark, silky hair. "What am I going to do with you, huh?"
She really couldn't remember much about her life as Thaddeus, and sometimes she wondered if she really had once been that young immigrant...but other times it was the only way that she could explain how she let Jeremy get away with things she never would any one else.
The video she'd been waiting on finished buffering, and Chloe returned her attention to her computer screen, playing the footage.
The blonde watched in silence, eyeing everything in detail, before suddenly something caught her eye.
Gasping, Chloe froze the footage and leaned forwards, zooming in, catching a glimpse of someone staring sadly through the front window of the Boarding House at the body of Joseph Salvatore as it was wheeled away on the gurney.
The person staring was Lucas Luthor.
Bringing a shaky hand to her mouth, Chloe hesitated a second before her fingers raced over the keyboard, bringing up the information she'd gotten for Clark before in Smallville about Lucas Luthor, his picture popping up.
It was definitely the same person.
"He's immortal." Chloe whispered, unable to believe it as she stared at the picture of Lucas and of Stefan from 1953.
There was no way that this could be someone else who looked like Lucas.
This was Lucas.
And how did this whole confusing and convoluted Stefan Salvatore/Lucas Dunleavy/Lucas Luthor charade begin?
Once, before clamming up and leaving the room, Zach had let it slip that Stefan had always been Stefan and for a moment he'd given her a confused look when she'd mentioned the name Lucas Luthor.
Which made Chloe curious.
What if...what if Stefan wasn't truly Lucas but looked identical to him?
It was all so confusing...and Chloe had no answers...because if Stefan wasn't Lucas then why was he pretending to be so for Lex...and if he was pretending to be Lucas did Lucas really exist or was he just made up? And if he really existed, where the hell was the real Lucas Luthor?
Hearing her phone ring, Chloe nearly made it go to voicemail, but at the last moment reached over Jeremy and grabbed her phone, answering it. "Yeah?"
"Hey, just calling to make sure my little brother isn't being too big of a nuisance." Elena's voice was a mixture of amusement and worry. "I was a little concerned since neither of you were at school today."
"He's still sleeping it off." Chloe responded, lowering the lid of her laptop and gazing back down at the snoring boy. "You drove today?"
"Yep." Elena replied, the sound of beeping betraying the fact that she was in said vehicle, reversing. "I need to go do something first, but as soon as I'm done I'll swing over and pick him up."
"I'll make sure he's up by the time you arrive." Chloe declared. "See you in a bit."
"You too." Elena cut off the phone call.
Leaning back over Jeremy to put down her phone, Chloe hesitated over him before pulling away once more and giving his shoulder a shake. "Wake up you, it's 3:20. You have no excuse to still be sleeping."
He groaned, burying his face harder into her hip. "G'way."
"Wake up." She refused to back down, giving his shoulder another, sharper nudge. "I'm not stopping until you wake up."
He grumbled in his sleep and turned over so that his back was to her, daring to actually reach out and curl his pillow over and around his head to block out the sound of her voice.
Eyes flashing evilly, Chloe turned towards him and reached her hand under the sheet. She reached down low and after a second's search found and pinched his ass as hard as she could.
Cursing loudly as he jerked up and away from her, Jeremy tumbled out of bed into an unholy heap on the floor, taking the sheet with him.
Feeling vaguely avenged for her own stint on the bedroom floor, Chloe put the laptop away and crawled to the edge of the bed, smiling down at the sleepily confused boy gazing up at her from the floor with sleep-ladened eyes. "Go bathe, your sister is going to be here soon to pick you up."
Jeremy, still clutching the sheet, blinked up at her. "Chloe?" He rubbed his fists against his eyes in an extremely cute way. "What am I doing your room?" His eyes widened. "I was in your bed." Those eyes zeroed in on her. "Did we...?"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Please. You got action last night, but it was all thanks to Vicki Donovan, don't think I gave you any." She threw down a pillow at him. "Go and bathe, Jeremy. You stink."
Jeremy frowned up at her, not making a move to get up.
Chloe ignored him, grabbing her laptop and opening the cover once more, pretending to be paying attention to the blank screen until he dragged himself to his feet and went to the bathroom, clearly in a sulk.
As soon as the bathroom door closed behind him, Chloe gave up the charade and let her gaze go to the door, frowning. She closed the laptop's lid and put it away once more, steepling her fingers over her chest.
She had a mystery on her hands, and knew that Zach wouldn't answer her questions...and Lex probably didn't know anything.
That meant one thing.
Chloe Sullivan was going to have to do what she did best.
She was going to snoop.