Title: Questions of the Soul
Sequel to: Obstacles of the Soul
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Jeremy, Bonnie, Elena, Caroline, Tyler, (past Katherine, Thaddeus, Evelyn, Damon)
Summary: Jeremy is overcoming his addiction, and they are steadily growing closer...but Chloe is beginning to remember things about Thaddeus that shock her, confuse her, and make her wonder about Katherine's part in his life.
A/N: Happy Birthday Virgogirl1979!!!!!
"I still am having trouble wrapping my head around the concept that you and Jeremy are reincarnations of Evelyn Gilbert and Thaddeus Sullivan...and yet it also finally explains how you could do in so little time concerning Jeremy what everyone else has been unable to do for so long." Bonnie declared later that night after calling Chloe, the blonde lying down on her bed. "You seem to have this power over him, and I've never seen him look at anyone the way he does you. I mean, sure, he had the hots for Vicki Donovan before you can around, but it still isn't the same. That was pure hormones and looking for a way to forget his parents' death. But with you he always seemed to have this spiritual connection, and it makes so much sense now considering that you are souls connected through space and time."
Well, Chloe wouldn't have put it that way...
"I've never really sat down and thought about the possibility of reincarnation actually being possible, but now that there is a case of it right in front of me the possibilities have opened up." Bonnie seemed very animated, chatting away in a way Chloe had never heard her before. "I'm going to go over to Grams tomorrow and ask her more about it, and maybe she will know something, like a spell or something, that might be able to help in some way."
The blonde cradled the phone between her shoulder and cheek as she painted her toenails. "I need to tell Jeremy I told you..."
"Right. He probably won't be too happy." Bonnie warned her. "He always seems resentful whenever Elena, Caroline or I try to get too close to you. Me knowing this...he'll probably see it as me trying to butt into something that should only be between you too."
"I really should have talked to him before telling you, I admit that," Chloe sighed. "But I don't regret telling you."
"Thank you for trusting me with your secret." Bonnie whispered. "I know it's hard for you to do that. I...I don't think you're used to sharing any bit of yourself."
Chloe lowered her gaze, gazing at her torquise green toenails.
"I know that despite knowing what I know that there's still a lot about you I don't know...I think none of us have been shown the surface of who you really are. You're very closed off when it comes to yourself or your past, and we respect that...though it worries us, sometimes."
Chloe continued to gaze at her toenails. "I'm fine, Bonnie, but thanks for worrying...it's nice having someone worry."
"Worry, I can do." Bonnie promised.
Hearing a noise at her window, Chloe turned towards it and gasped in surprise as the window was pushed upwards. She barely kept from screaming as a male body appeared, pulling itself through the second-story window. "Jeremy?" She nearly dropped the phone. "Bonnie, I'll call you later."
"Sure." Bonnie hung up.
"What are you doing?" Chloe dropped the phone and just looked at Jeremy as he pulled himself completely into the room, tumbling to the floor in a clumsy heap on the floor. "And how did you get in through that window? My room's on the second floor!"
"I know. But you also have that tree outside your window and there's this little ledge that makes this way too easy." Jeremy grinned at her from the floor, not even trying to get up. "You should really keep your window locked from now on. It's dangerous. Any guy could just climb into your room."
"I think one just did." She tried to glare at him, and yet was unable to stop the tilting of her lips as she shook her head. "What if Zach had heard you?"
"He's not home." Jeremy informed her, finally pulling himself to his feet, kicking off his shoes.
"Then why didn't you just come in through the front door?" Intrigued, she watched him as he threw himself crossways on her bed.
"I've always wanted to try the window." Jeremy admitted sheepishly. "I've been eyeing it and mentally calculating how easy it would be to just climb in like in the movies."
"Like Scream?" She raised an eyebrow, purposely bringing up the murderous boyfriend.
"I was thinking something a little more romantic." Jeremy replied easily, turning on his back, legs hanging off the bed, his shirt riding up slightly on his taunt stomach giving her a taunting view of his skin.
She forced her focus away with the show of skin, beginning to paint her fingernails. "I told Bonnie about us."
Jeremy froze before turning on his side once more. "What about us?"
She gulped. "About us being reincarnated."
"What?" Jeremy shot up into a sitting position, absolutely glaring at her. "Why would you-?"
"She's a witch, and every time she touches me she keeps seeing Thaddeus." Chloe looked up from her thumb, which was halfway painted. "Every single time, Jere. She's a descendant of witches, maybe she can do something to help us."
"Help us?" Jeremy frowned, eyes narrowing. "I don't think we need any help. We're doing fine on our own."
Chloe handed him the nail polish and brush, wiggling her fingers.
He gave her an evil look but scooted closer as he began to slowly and clumsily paint her nails for her, messing up yet working intently. "Dammit! This is more work than I thought it would be."
She let her gaze rest on him as he yanked a bit of paper out of the kleenex box and wiped at some excess paint that'd drained onto her skin.
"Why does she keep seeing Thaddeus?" Jeremy finally asked softly, eyes intent on her nails as he worked. "What does she see?"
"She's seen him with someone I think is Elena's and your ancestor because she bares a very remarkable resemblance with your sister." That was the only way she could explain how Katherine looked identical to Elena...vampires must be able to give birth to dhampires...and since the bloodline had married and bred with only humans they'd bred the vampire right out of them...that had to be it.
"Really?" Jeremy frowned. "What was her name?"
"Katherine Pierce." Chloe replied truthfully.
"I don't think we ever had any Pierces marry into the family...but then again I've never really paid that much attention to my ancestors before." Jeremy shrugged, so concentrated on her nails that he failed to ask more...until he finished that hand satisfactorily and reached for her other one. "What were you doing with this Katherine Pierce?"
Chloe hesitated, feeling a little queasy and guilty despite that none of this was done by her...Thaddeus had been the one...and there...she took in a deep breath. "In one of Bonnie's visions? Kissing her."
Jeremy froze, his whole body going tense, before he raised his narrowed gaze to her face. "Excuse me?"
"According to what Bonnie has been Seeing, Thaddeus and this Katherine possibly had a...thing..." Chloe tried to play it off as nothing and unimportant. "I'm not sure if this was before he got with Evelyn or...after."
"You cheated on me?" Jeremy glared at her, twisting the nail polish's lid closed viciously, leaving the rest of her fingers untouched as the bottle dropped to the bed.
"Possibly." She nodded. "Though to be fair it was Thaddeus and not me. I mean, you and I aren't even in a relationship...they were...so if there was any cheating that happened it was his doing not mine."
"I can't believe this. You cheated on me." Jeremy shook his head.
"I didn't cheat." Chloe glared at him. "Thaddeus did."
"And with my ancestor." Jeremy sent a nasty little look.
"Possible ancestor!" Chloe forgot all about her recently painted toenails and moved so that she was standing on her knees on the bed to give her a little height advantage over the sitting Jeremy, glaring at him. "She could very well not be related to you at all and her resemblance to Elena could be a very big coincidence!"
"And that makes it somehow better?" Jeremy snarled as he pressed up on his knees as well, towering over her once more. "After you died I killed myself!"
"You shouldn't have!" She snapped at him. "Only an idiot would think that life ended when someone else died! You were young and beautiful and could have easily married someone else and had a wonderful family! Did you actually think I wanted you to kill yourself?"
In a second Jeremy had reached for her and thrown her back against the bed, straddling her, pinning her hands over her head. "You never got it! You always treated me like a kid! Never thought I was smart enough to-!"
"You killed yourself Evelyn!" Chloe snapped up at him. "You just went and proved-!"
"Dammit Thaddeus!" Jeremy snarled down at her, tightening his hold on her wrists painfully. "Stop talking!"
Chloe opened her mouth-.
Jeremy anticipated her speech, muffling her words with his mouth as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her harshly.
Chloe struggled underneath him, trying to buck him off, trying to tear her hands free...it proved impossible.
Jeremy kissed her through her struggles, using the strength of his thighs to keep hers pinned together, the weight of his body grounding her helplessly to the mattress.
Chloe knew that in this sort of situation she should feel terrified but she didn't. She knew that despite his little temper tantrums and outbursts that Jeremy really wouldn't hurt her, would never rape her.
He proved her right as he pulled his lips from hers and sighed, resting his forehead against her, eyes closed tightly. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have...I..."
Slipping her wrists out of his loosened grip, Chloe sighed as she placed her hand over his rapidly beating heart before wrapping her arms around him and soothingly caressing his back.
"I would never hurt you, force you." Jeremy whispered, moving so that most of his weight was shouldered by his elbows, eyes opening to stare down pleadingly into hers. "I would never-."
"I know." She whispered, rubbing his back slowly, staring up into his eyes. "I'm sorry...for whatever Thaddeus did."
"You're not the one who did it." He whispered, dark gaze lowering to her lips, which were swollen from their rough treatment. He pressed a soft, apologetic kiss to those lips before sighing and closing his eyes, resting his forehead against hers.
Chloe's eyes fluttered closed as well.
They remained like that, neither moving or speaking, the only sound in the room their breathing.
Instead of being Thaddeus in her dream, this time Chloe was an invisible observer as Thaddeus Sullivan laughed and clapped his hands to the sound of the music as the whole town got together for a grand celebration in the town square. Everyone was dressed in their fineries enjoying the festivities as a band played lively music and people danced, more than a couple of them quite drunk and not trying to hide it. Thaddeus' gaze often strayed to where young Evelyn danced with one gentleman and another, obvious a favorite belle. Whenever her gaze would search for him he'd look away, pretending to be consumed with one beauty or the other. Evelyn's smile fell a notch each and every time she couldn't find any sort of interest in him.
"Why are you in this corner all by yourself?" Katherine asked, coming towards him, smiling temptingly at him. "Dance with me."
"Is Stefan not enough to entertain you?" Thaddeus kept his gaze on the dancers, clapping his hands. "If so then I am sure Damon will be happy to dance with you."
"Stefan is dancing with Hannah Fell and I do not desire to dance with Damon." Katherine placed her hand around his, giving him a little jerk, causing him to finally look down at her. "I wish to dance with you."
Thaddeus gazed down at her with wariness. "What games are you playing Miss Pierce?"
"Katherine." She pressed, a dark curl falling in her face. "And I just want to dance."
Thaddeus sighed. "I suppose one dance will not be too terrible."
"I am sure it will not." She laughed, obviously enjoying the challenge he presented her as she dragged him out onto the dance floor.
From the crowds Chloe watched as Katherine and Thaddeus danced together. Evelyn, Damon and Stefan watched from their own different corners, all three displaying obvious signs of jealousy as Katherine flirted and giggled and batted her eyelashes at Thaddeus, who seemed to appear somewhat tired and unaffected by this until Katherine said something in particular that caused him to blink in surprise before genuinely smiling at her, chuckling his mirth.
As they twirled around, Katherine shot Evelyn a look of smug superiority.
From where she was dancing with George Lockwood, Evelyn nearly tripped on her own feet, shooting the other female a glare of pure loathing, completely ignoring any and all attempts of her dance partner to engage her in conversation.
When the dance ended Thaddeus happily gave Katherine over to Stefan when the other male asked to cut in, and the young immigrant made his way through the crowd to stand next to Giuseppe Salvatore and Harold Forbes, who were deep in conversation.
Chloe made her way towards him and gazed up at her past self, before her gaze went to where Evelyn was now dancing with Thomas Forbes, Harold's son.
Thaddeus watched her.
"If you want to dance with her so badly, why won't you just go up and ask her?" Chloe whispered to herself.
"Because that would only encourage her," Thaddeus surprised her by answering, no one else reacting as if they'd heard them speaking. "And I need her to get over her infatuation on me and fix her sights on someone closer to her age...and social status."
Staring up into the blue eyes of her past self, Chloe blinked, never having been given the opportunity to speak to him before. "But you love her."
"I...admire her." Thaddeus shook his head, this was probably during the beginning when the young immigrant hadn't given much credit to young Evelyn's attentions, sure they were fleeting feelings from a capricious young girl. "She is the most beautiful woman in Mystic Falls, it is hard not to admire her."
"So you think she's prettier than Katherine." Chloe deduced.
"Katherine is beautiful, no doubt, but unlike Evelyn she knows this and is used to using it to her advantage when it comes to men." Thaddeus made a face. "I do not find that an attractive trait in a woman."
"It's probably for the best." Chloe shrugged, gaze going to where Katherine and Evelyn danced close to each other, ignoring the other. "Still..."
Thaddeus tilted his head slightly. "Still what?"
"If you really think that about Katherine...why did Bonnie see you two kissing?" Chloe wanted to know.
"You haven't seen that part then." Thaddeus mumbled to himself, gaze going back to the dancers.
"Of course not, it's why I'm asking." Chloe declared.
Thaddeus just smirked softly. "Spoilers."
Her lips parted, realizing this part of her soul was an utter tease. He wasn't going to tell her and was going to wait for whenever she finally 'remembered' or 'dreamt' whatever had happened to cause the kiss Bonnie had seen!
"It's not your fault, you know."
Chloe frowned, confused. "Of course it isn't my fault. You kissed her. Not me."
Thaddeus smiled sadly, shaking his head. "It's not your fault that your father died. My fate was to be an orphan and end up here...and as my story couldn't unfold yours had to follow suit."
"You're saying that my father would have died anyway?" Chloe asked her past self, heart clenching.
Thaddeus nodded. "It was your fate. As it was mine."
"Our fate sucks." Chloe whispered, voice choking.
Silently, Thaddeus sighed and reached an arm around her shoulders, giving a little squeeze.
Waking up, tears clinging to her eyelashes, Chloe found herself warm and wrapped up in Jeremy's arms from where he'd fallen asleep behind her. She sniffled, wiping at her eyes, thinking about what Thaddeus had told her. Even if she hadn't gotten in this problem with Lionel her father was still destined to die. He could have been run over while crossing the road or had a heart attack from his beloved cheeseburgers or could have gotten sick. One way or another he would have died...because it was his fate. Chloe would never have wanted her father to die in any way, but she wished to god that he would have died any other way but in the explosion aimed to kill her. It made her feel terrible, but she wished her father had died any other way...because maybe then she wouldn't feel so guilty still over his death.
Wiping at another few rebellious tears, Chloe turned in Jeremy's sleeping embrace and hid her face in his shirt, seeking the comfort she could only find in him even if he were sleeping.
Just his scent was enough to keep her from sobbing, and slowly, the feel of his heart and the sound of his soft breathing...the warmth of his arms around her...keeping her safe...
...Chloe's eyes fluttered closed and sleep claimed her.
This time she didn't dream.