Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary: When Chloe helps Pete and his children move into their new home in Lawrence, Kansas, she never expected it to be haunted, or to meet the Winchester brothers...OR the adventure that they'd embark on together afterwards
“Dean-o, start building a shrine in my honor.” Chloe preened an hour later when he returned with lunch.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Dean grinned, hands filled with paper bags. “You found our god?”
“Yep.” She grinned, extremely proud. “At first he was giving me all sorts of problems in the finding department but then I got to thinking. Indiana isn’t exactly known for its pagan worship.” Patting next to her on the bed, she continued when he sat down. “So I thought, what if this god is imported?”
“Imported? Like wine?” Dean asked, eyebrow raised.
“Funny.” She made a face at him, grabbing the burger he offered her and taking a large bite, enjoying the taste, swallowing, and then continuing. “So my idea was that this god may be imported like the pilgrims when they brought their religion to the United States.”
“So this area was settled by immigrants?” Dean asked, taking a big bite out of his burger as well.
“Bingo. I ran a check on Burkitsville and found out that it was mostly colonized by people from Northern Europe--mostly Scandinavians.”
“So what about those pagan gods?”
She made a face. “Let me tell you from now that there are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses. The good thing is that I knew the particular that this god we were searching for lived in orchards, right? So I ran that through the check and viola.”
Chloe grinned as she turned the laptop slightly so that he could see an old drawing of a scarecrow looking thing hanging on a cross in the middle of an orchard.
“Gorgeous, I’m gonna marry you some day.” Dean grinned in excitement. “What type of pagan orchard god is this?”
“Well, it’s not an orchard god per se.” Chloe replied, munching on another bite of her burger. “It’s a Vanir.”
“Vanir?” Dean made a face. “What the hell is a Vanir?”
“The Vanir were the Norse gods of protection and prosperity who kept settlements safe from harm.”
“You don’t say.” Dean snorted, shaking his head at the picture in disgust as everything fell into place. “What else?”
“Well,” Chloe waited until swallowing before continuing. “The villagers would build effigies of the Vanir in the fields and other villages would practice human sacrifice, one male and one female.”
“Apparently the whole of Burkitsville is stuck in the medieval times.” Dean growled in disgust, suddenly losing his appetite. “Anything on how we get rid of the bastard?”
“According to the site I found this on, this particular Vanir derives its energy from a sacred tree. Which makes sense considering that it’s in an orchard.” Chloe explained. “The pagans thought all sorts of things were infused with magic, and I’m starting to believe them.”
“So what would happen if this scared tree was torched?” Dean asked, putting his half eaten burger away. “Do you think it would kill the god?”
“It isn’t exactly stated that way in the website,” Chloe confessed. “But how I see it, this sacred tree is to the Vanir as remains are for an angry spirit. Get rid of their hold on earth and their energies should be cancelled out.”
“So it’s not a sure thing, but it’s the closest thing to a solution that we have.” Dean summarized.
“In a nutshell.” Chloe nodded.
Dean sighed. “Okay, we have to find that sacred tree and torch it to the ground.”
“It’s gonna be hard--that’s a large orchard.” Chloe reasoned as she stood. “And how will we know which is the sacred tree?”
Dean paused, thinking that question over. “We’re just gonna have to burn the whole place down then--just to be sure.”
Just then the door flew open and they were looking at the business end of the sheriff’s gun.
Emily Jorgeson had always been a little’s suspicious of everything after moving to Burkitsville to live with her aunt and uncle at the age of 13 after her parent’s death. They’d been visiting her dad’s brother, her uncle Harley, and his wife Stacie, and Emily really didn’t know what happened. She just went to sleep one night and when she woke up her Aunt Stacie had held her tight, crying, and said that there’d been an accident.
Emily had moved in with her aunt and uncle and they’d raised her well, and while life was amazingly idyllic in Burkitsville, Emily couldn’t help but think that around this time of the year the people became, uh, for lack of a better word—edgy.
And now they were acting downright suspicious.
First she’d seen Sheriff Johnson break into the newcomer’s room in the Sunny Side Up Inn, and instead of taking the two to jail--he’d taken them to the cellar behind her aunt and uncle’s store. The sheriff had then locked up the Winchesters in the cellar and had headed straight to the back of Scotty’s Diner, and Emily had followed him, surprised to find her aunt, uncle, Scotty and a few other of the townspeople huddled together, looking nervous.
It’d been hard to get close enough to hear and yet not be seen, but something in Emily’s bones told her that something bad was going down, and she wanted to know for once what it was.
“You understand, right Harley?” Scotty whispered to her uncle, looking around nervously. “All of us here--it’s our responsibility to protect the town.”
“I understand better than all of you could.” Uncle Harley shook his head, eyes filled with pain. “I’m the one that gives them directions. I’m the one that sends them down to the orchard.”
Emily narrowed her eyes at the mention of the orchard. That was the second time today she’d heard of that creepy place, and she began to wonder if the Winchesters hadn’t been ‘arrested’ because of something in that orchard.
And what had her uncle meant that he’d ‘sent’ people there?
Why would he?
“Harley, please.” Sherriff Johnson sounded annoyed and yet a little doubtful himself.
“We all close our doors—look the other way—pretend we can’t hear the screams.” Harley closed his eyes tightly. “But this is different. You’re talking about tying them down there and giving them no hope whatsoever of escape! This is murder!”
“It’s angry at us and it’s their fault!” Aunt Stacie whispered harshly. “They weren’t the chosen victims, Harley, if they hadn’t interfered and taken the human sacrifices from it none of this would have happened.”
Emily’s eyes widened and she plastered her hands to her mouth to silence her gasp of horror. Human sacrifices? What in the world was her aunt talking about?
“Already the trees are beginning to die.” Aunt Stacie continued on, trying to persuade her husband. “Tonight’s the seventh night of the cycle. It’s our last chance.”
“It just--,” Harley sighed. “It just feels like the night Layla and Mark--.”
Emily’s head shot up at that. What about her parents?
“We had to do that, Harley.” Scotty whispered, looking torn. “We all loved Mark, and sure, Layla was a dear, but he grew up here, he knew what we did, and he told you that he was going to tell the world if we didn’t stop. We had to get rid of him and Layla—he’d told her the truth that very night.”
“It was only fitting that it all happened during the time of the sacrifice.” Sheriff Johnson nodded his head. “It was a sign. Mark and Layla tried to destroy this town and we saved it. Now we’re going to save this town again even if we have to tie the Winchesters up to the same trees we tied your brother and his wife to all those years ago.”
Emily couldn’t hear anything else after that, her world collapsed on her as she ran away, thankfully still unnoticed by the group huddled in the back of Scotty’s Diner.
Sam sat in the bus terminal, tapping his foot impatiently against the tiled floor he’d had to sleep on the night before. Many thoughts and questions and worries raced in his mind as he looked at his computer bag and listened to the sound of beeping as he tried calling Chloe and Dean for what must have been the thirtieth time in three hours.
They weren’t answering.
He breathed in a deep breath and closed his eyes, telling himself to relax, that there was nothing the matter. Maybe they were in the middle of a hunt, maybe Dean was out doing something and forgotten his cell at the motel and Chloe was bathing and couldn’t hear the phones ringing loudly, constantly—for three straight hours.
Or maybe they were banging their eyes out and were just ignoring him.
Taking in a deeper breath, Sam gulped and pulled his phone from his ear when Chloe’s phone went to voicemail again after ringing out.
‘Hey! This is Chloe Sullivan’s phone. Obviously I’m either not available or just plain ignoring you at the moment, so leave your name, number and a brief message—or if I’m angry at you you better beg and plead for forgiveness—and I’ll get back to you.’
He disconnected and tried Dean’s number again, but his call went straight to voicemail this time.
‘This is Dean. You know what to do.’
Sam gave a little growl and closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm down, telling himself that he was over-reacting, that there was no reason for him to be acting like this.
Sure, Chloe and Dean had shared a bed, but so had Sam and Chloe, and nothing had happened between them.
But Dean isn’t known for being a gentleman.
Sam’s hand banged down on the table he was sitting at in the small diner in the bus station at the thought.
God, he had no right to be furious and jealous and hurt at the thought of Chloe and Dean, and yet he was.
And yet he was.
Not only was there the possibility that something had happened between Chloe and Dean during his absence--but they also seemed to be doing just fine without him. Sam felt so utterly useless. Chloe had picked up the full burden of the researching and had done marvelously considering that she was new to hunting--at least thesupernatural. And Dean, used to hunting alone, was dealing with the pagan god they had on their hands.
It was like Chloe and Dean were the super hunting duo and Sam had only been a third wheel. He wasn’t necessary. He wasn’t needed. They were doing better than fine on their own.
He felt so hurt it was unbelievable.
Trying Chloe again, Sam sighed when it rang out once more.
What if they are in trouble? Sam asked himself. What if I’m wallowing in self pity and they’re in danger and need me?
“Hey!” Meg Masters, the blonde he’d met while hitchhiking the day before and whom he’d seen again at the bus station, arrived by his side. She was going to California as well, and so they’d spent the time waiting for the bus by getting to know each other. “Our bus just arrived. Let’s go board and find some seats together.”
“I can’t.” Sam sighed, making up his mind and getting up, pulling on his duffle bag and his laptop bag. “I gotta go.”
The smile left her pixie-like face. “Go where?”
“Burkitsville.” He turned to leave.
Meg grabbed his arm, causing him to look back at her.
“Sam—wait.” She looked so confused and sad. “Why aren’t you going to Cali anymore? You’ve spent a whole day waiting here and now that the bus has arrived you’re justtaking off?”
They had become somewhat friendly during their waiting time together, so Sam decided to explain the situation as best as he could. “I’ve been trying to get in contact with Chloe and my brother for the last three hours but none of them are picking up. Something must have happened to them.”
At the mention of Chloe’s name, Meg frowned slightly and looked down at her high heels. “Well, maybe they just turned off their phones. Maybe they’re busy. Heck,” she looked up at him again and tried to smile. “I ignore people on the phone all the time when they’re calling me and I’m doing something I feel is important.”
“Chloe wouldn’t ignore me.” Of that Sam was certain. “And neither would Dean.” He looked behind him at the door, wanting to be out of there as fast as he could but feeling bad to just leave Meg like this. “I think they might be in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“I can’t really explain right now.” Sam continued to look out the door. “I’m sorry—look, I don’t want you to miss the bus.”
“But,” Meg persisted. “I don’t understand.” She took in a deep breath. “You’re running back to your overbearing brother and that girl you hardly even know? Why? Because they aren’t answering their phones? Sam! I—I know you a have a crush on her,” she sighed and looked away. “It’s obvious in the way you talked about her, but who’s to say that the reason they aren’t answering their phones isn’t because they’re screwing?”
He winced as her last words seemed to echo his thoughts.
“Sam,” Meg whispered, eyes pleading. “Come. Come with me to California.”
“I can’t.” Sam relied truthfully, realizing for the first time that one of the reasons why he’d felt so miserable since leaving Dean and Chloe behind. It was because he missed them, missed the odd relationship the three of them shared. Missed how after a hunt Chloe would fuss over them, looking over their bruises and cleaning their cuts while Dean would pretend he was made of steel and unable to truly be hurt.
Sam missed the researching with Chloe, throwing ideas back and forth and hi-fiving in victory when they finally nailed the bastard they were hunting. Missed sharing that look of ‘yeah, we’re good’ with Dean once they’d finally killed whatever mofo they were after. Missed the nights the three of them would celebrate afterwards in whatever bar was closest, drinking and laughing and listening to Chloe as she continued to tell them about her amazing childhood.
He missed playing the ‘death-glare any guy that so much as looks at Chloe’ game with Dean--the game Chloe had no idea the Winchester brothers played regularly and were becoming champions at.
Sam chuckled softly as he thought about him and Dean. They didn’t mind sharing Chloe’s attention with each other; it was some unspoken rule amongst the brothers that she was theirs to protect, theirs to entertain, theirs to tease, and theirs to ogle whenever her attention was elsewhere or her back was turned.
But God, they hated having to share her with anyone else.
“I should never have left.” It surprised him to hear his own voice speaking those words. “I should never have come here.”
Meg looked as if he’d slapped her. “Why not?”
“Because,” Sam looked at her, realization zinging inside of him. “They’re my family, they’re all I’ve got left in this world, and I have to let go of the past or I’m going to lose the only chance I’ll ever have at a happy future.”
With that he turned and left the bus station, looking around, wondering how to get to Burkitsville as fast as he could.
Let me try them again.
Ringing Chloe’s number, Sam’s heart leapt with relief when it was answered.
But then the person who spoke wasn’t Chloe.
“Hello?” A young girl’s voice asked in a whisper.
“Who is this?” Sam narrowed his eyes. “Why are you answering Chloe’s phone?”
“Look, I can’t talk now, but you need to get to Burkitsville, whoever you are.” The girl on the other end of the line hissed. “I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know!”
“Know what?” Sam asked, his heart hurting him with fear. “What’s going on? Where are Chloe and Dean?”
“They took them out to the orchard.” The girl sniffled. “That’s how I got to break in and find their phones. Look, I don’t care how you do it, but whoever you are—your friends, Mrs. And Mr. Winchester, they’re going to be sacrificed to some pagan god if you don’t stop it! I know it’s crazy and I know--.”
“I need directions, now.” Sam’s voice was hard as he hurried to the first car outside of the bus station and hurriedly broke into it. It would seem those hotwiring lessons his father had made sure he and Dean learn as kids was going to come in hand after all.
“You don’t have a plan, do you?” Chloe whispered as night descended upon them. She’d grown tired of fighting the binds that had her tied to one of the larger apple trees in the orchard, the skin around her wrists bruised and bleeding slightly from the effort she’d been making to escape in vain for hours.
“I’m working on it.” Dean answered, eyes on the darkness around them.
“That’s what you said when they tied us up here and left us for scarecrow meat hours ago.” Chloe growled slightly before sighing and closing her eyes. “I always knew I was going to die in a different, unusual way. But I always thought it’d be meteor-related—never did the idea of a Norse god offing me ever run through my head.”
Dean turned his head and looked at her as best as he could given the way he’d been tied to a tree slightly ahead of her. “You’re not going to die, gorgeous. I’m not letting that happen.”
“So, that ‘plan’ you’ve been pretending to work on for the last couple of hours--that’s gonna save us?” She snarked because otherwise she’d cry, and there was no wayshe’d die crying.
“Well Miss Smartass, I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas.” He threw back at her.
“I’m the newbie to all of this, what exactly is your excuse?”
Dean chuckled despite the situation.
“Honestly, I’m thinking that hunting mightn’t be for me after all.” Chloe was rambling and she knew it. “My first hunting trip I get accosted by an asylum-full of sharingghosts--and my second one I get tied up to a tree to feed the town’s pet pagan god.”
“Can you see it, by the way? The scarecrow?” Dean asked, frowning again. “Can you see any movement at all? Is it feeding time?”
“Valid question Watson.” Chloe tried to turn to look behind them, where a little away was the scarecrow and its cross.
“For the last time, you’re Watson.”
“Sherlock would have come up with a solution to our problems during the last endless hours.” She quipped, straining on her binds before sighing and sitting back. “I can’t see anything. I’m tied at an odd angle and everything’s too dark.”
Suddenly the sound of footsteps could be heard coming towards them.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly. She did not want to see that fugly, leather face when it came to eat her.
She could hear Dean struggling desperately against his binds.
Chloe’s eyes flew open the same second the sound of Dean’s struggling stopped. “Sammy?” She blinked. “Sammy! We’re over here!”
Sam appeared from behind them, followed by none other than a terrified looking Emily Jorgeson.
“I’ve never been happier to see anyone in my life.” Dean sighed in relief as Sam hurried to untie him and Emily worked on Chloe’s binds. Each had a knife and cut through the rope, setting the would-be-sacrificial-victims free.
The brothers gave a manly embrace before pulling apart and Sam turned to Chloe, eyes raking over her worriedly before grabbing onto her shirt and pulling her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
Chloe closed her eyes, feeling safe.
“I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but why is Emily here, why are you here, and how did you know we were here?” Dean asked. “And how did you get here so quickly?”
Emily looked like she was going to cry. “I—I didn’t know what they were doing until I saw Sheriff Johnson taking you guys and I overheard everything.” She looked around her nervously. “I found out where they were keeping your stuff, and when they went to bring you here I got them and I was going to call every number in your phones when Sam called. I told him what was happening and, yeah, that’s it.”
“I stole a car and got to Burkistville as fast as I could, then we found the Impala and drove it here.” Sam finished the tale.
“Thank God you guys arrived here before that scarecrow came alive.” Dean announced.
Chloe pulled away from Sam when she felt a zing jolt up her body from the ground, her eyes going to the cross situation several feet away from them…the now empty cross. “Guys?”
Emily noticed what Chloe did and her face went ashen. “Oh my god, we have to get out of here!”
The men turned, saw what the women were looking at, and shared a look before nodding. “Okay, let’s all calm down and stay close together.” Dean finally spoke. “We have a relative safety in numbers.” He turned to Chloe “That sacred tree…”
“Dean, it’ll be impossible to find it in this darkness.” Chloe reasoned, looking around her nervously.
“Sacred tree?” Sam and Emily asked at the same time in the same tone.
“Yeah, it’s the life force for this thing.” Dean explained rapidly. “We torch the fucker and the scarecrow should die.”
“Should being the operative word here.” Chloe reminded Dean.
“Yeah.” He agreed. “But it’s a should I’m happy to try.”
“Not on our watch.” Suddenly flashlights were turned on all around them, revealing townsfolk surrounded them, flashlights and guns trained on them.
“Emily?” Harley Jorgeson blinked in horror when he saw his niece amongst the intended sacrifices. “What are you doing here?”
“Em?” Stacie, standing by his side, could only get those two letters out.
“How could you two?” Emily whispered, tears in her eyes. “How could you let this happen? How could you do this?”
“Honey, come over here with your uncle and I.” Stacie held out her hand. “Come where it’s safe.”
“No.” The young redhead glared at her aunt. “I am not going with you! You’re murderers!”
“Sweetheart, we had to do this.” Harley seemed hurt. “We had to think of the best of the town—of our people. Sacrifices have always had to be made for the betterment of society. Only in Burkitsville those sacrifices are more literal than in other places in America.”
“Sacrifices like my parents?” Emily sobbed, losing a bit of the control she was obviously trying to keep on her emotions. “Did you tie my mom and dad up to the same trees you tied the Winchesters to? Huh?”
Chloe’s eyes widened as she suddenly understood why Emily had betrayed her family in helping them.
“My parents died trying to stop what you all are doing.” Emily whispered. “And if I have to die here doing the same thing, then so be it.”
“It mightn’t be such a bad idea.” The sheriff announced. “They robbed it of its true victims, so maybe it will be happier with us if we give him an extra set of people, to make up for last night.”
Chloe couldn’t believe it. These were people who’d known Emily from childhood and they would easily offer her up to appease this creature?
“It’ll be over quickly, I promise you.” Harley finally told his niece.
“You sonofabitch.” Dean growled from behind Chloe.
Chloe noticed Sam looking around at the many townspeople who were surrounding them, keeping them there at gunpoint.
They were too many.
There was no way they could take them on.
We’re not going to escape.
The sound of a roar echoed throughout the orchard and everybody looked around them trying to find the source of the sound.
Chloe’s heart skipped a beat.
“Chlo? Gorgeous?” Dean murmured from behind her. “How’s that connection? Is it connected right now?”
She missed the confused look Sam sent them. “I—I don’t know.”
“Emily,” Harley continued to talk to his niece. “You have to let him take you. You have to--.”
Chloe’s gaze went to the shadows that suddenly shifted behind Harley and her mouth fell open in a soundless scream when the scarecrow seemed to materialize right in front of her eyes, watching her as it rammed its sickle into Harley Jorgeson’s back, the tip of it protruding out of his chest--right through his heart.
Stacie and Emily screamed at the same time as the scarecrow grabbed Stacie by her throat, dragging her body back against it, disappearing into the rising fog.
The town’s people all took off once they saw the scarecrow, all running away as fast as they could.
All that remained were four shaken young adults.
“We have gasoline in the car, don’t we?” Dean asked Sam, grabbing Chloe’s arm as they turned and hurried in the direction of the highway.
“Yeah.” Sam nodded as he took up the back of the group, making sure that they weren’t attacked from behind.
“Good.” Dean announced with determination. “We’re going to burn this whole orchard down to the fucking ground.”
A few hours and a completely burnt orchard later, Chloe, Dean and Sam watched as Emily got on the bus to Boston. Apparently she had some cousins there and she would be living with them for a while.
“So,” Dean turned to Sam from where he was leaning against the Impala. “Are we dropping you off somewhere?”
Chloe’s heart hurt as she turned to look at Sam, she’d been wondering that question as well.
“Nah.” Sam shook his head, smiling slightly. “You two are just going to have to put up with me again.”
Chloe’s face broke out in a huge grin and she threw herself at Sam, hugging him. “I think we can handle that.”
Sam hugged her back with a smile.
Dean grinned as well, obviously very pleased with his brother’s decision. “What changed your mind?”
“I didn’t change my mind.” Sam explained slowly. “I still want to find dad and I still think you’re a jerk.”
Chloe snorted in laughter.
Dean grinned proudly, not bothering to deny the accusation.
“But I realized something.” Sam whispered, holding Chloe closer and smiling at his brother. “I realized that Jess and mom are gone. Dad’s only God knows where. You and Chloe--you’re all I have left.” He cleared his throat. “So if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it together.”
“I like the sound of that.” Chloe whispered before pulling away and smiling up into his face.
Dean looked at his brother seriously before speaking. “Hug me, Sam.” He said with fake tears in his eyes, voice hilariously ‘choked’. “That was so beautiful.”
Chloe laughed as Sam gave his brother a mock-glare.
“You should be kissing my ass, bro.” Sam announced as they turned to the Impala and got in, Dean in the driver’s seat, Chloe in the back, and Sam across from Dean. “You would have been a dead man if it hadn’t been for me.”
“Please.” Dean snorted as he put his keys in the ignition and started the car. “I had a plan. Gorgeous and I would have made it out alright.”
Chloe groaned from the backseat. “Don’t talk to me about that non-plan of yours, Winchester!”
“What?” Dean asked innocently as he backed out of the parking lot and onto the street. “I was working on it!”
That same night, driving in the opposite direction of the brothers and Chloe in a beat up, old van, was Meg Masters. Instead of taking the bus, she’d left the station after Sam had and resumed hitchhiking. Now she rode in the late of the night with a Caucasian male who’d drunk too many beers and kept looking at her lecherously from the corner of his eye.
“So where to, pretty lady?” He sneered.
“How about you pull over?” She suggested, giving him a smile he returned as he quickly maneuvered his beat up van off of the highway and into the bushes on the side of the road.
Once the van was parked, Meg opened up her backpack and pulled out a large silver goblet, resting it on her lap.
The driver watched her with interest. “What’s that?”
“I got to make a call.” Meg replied casually as her hand dipped into the goblet and went around the small, sharp object hidden within.
“I got a cell you can use.”
“It’s not that kind of call.” And with a rapidness and agility that just didn’t seem human, Meg lashed out with the silver blade concealed inside of the goblet and sliced open his throat.
The man gurgled, his head leaning back as blood poured out from his throat.
Meg brought the goblet under the large, ugly gash and collected his blood as it, only pulling away once it was filled enough. She dipped her finger in the blood and circled the inside of the goblet in a counter clock-wise direction, whispering an incantation in Latin.
Finally pulling out her finger, she listened to the voice that only she could hear before making a sound of impatience.
“But I don’t understand!” Meg closed her eyes for a second, trying to regain control over her temper. “I had the younger Winchester brat hanging off of my every word—he would have gone with me too if he hadn’t been so damned worried about his brother. Why did you want me to let him go?”
She listened to the response and narrowed her eyes. “I could have taken him on easily! Him and his little hunter of a brother. I could have taken the both at the same time! They’re no match for me. It’d have been easy.”
The voice spoke to her once more.
Meg looked out of the window, a muscle jumping erratically in her cheek. “I could have taken care of them and gotten a hold of the package they protect. I could have delivered it to you tonight even.” She looked back down at the goblet in annoyed confusion when she heard the response to that. “But I don’t understand. Isn’t that what you want? The girl?”
“No, I’d never question you. Never.” Meg blinked in surprise. “But I just can’t understand why you are willing to let them continue to keep the package when I could have delivered her to you now.”
The voice was stern.
“Yes.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Yes.”
It continued to tell her what her next move should be.
Meg listened and sighed, accepting the new plan and her role in it. “It shall be done as you wish, father.”