Title: The Enemy of My EnemySequel to: Tinseltown Rumor MillUniverse: Chloe & The Brothers SeriesRating: MPairings: MANY. Damn. Uhm. Main? Chlalvatore and Schlean; Lois/John; Lois/AlaricDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: The whole world now knows about vampires, and most of it has been compelled by Klaus, via the "coming out" broadcast. With the Salvatores and the Winchesters unable to see eye to eye on anything, Lois learning the way of the vampire hunter, and someone from the past returning to 'help', things are about to become crazy. And, of course, E!News is happily covering it all.
Zatanna Zatara reached out and hugged Chloe tightly, her voice sad and soft enough that only Chloe could hear it with her vampiric abilities. "Oh Chlo, why didn't you tell us? Everything makes so much sense now."
Chloe pulled away, confused, but then her eyes widened as she stared into Zatanna's sad blues and realized that the magician knew. She didn't understand how Zatanna knew that she was a vampire, but somehow she knew, and that shocked Chloe more than seeing Bruce Wayne again.
It didn't seem like Zatanna was going to tell anyone about her secret though, the magician instead forcing a smile on her face as she eyed the blonde. "You look beautiful Chloe."
Chloe couldn't fake a smile as well as the magician. "Thank you... you do as well."
"Hello Chloe," Dinah smiled at her. "It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too." The vampire tightened her grip on Sam. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, thank you." Dinah cleared her throat. "I've wanted to talk to you for a while, to clear the air between us. I know now isn't a good time, but I just-I want you to know that there's no weirdness coming from my side of the fence concerning Ollie. You and I were friends before he and I-well-you know."
Chloe eyed Dinah thoughtfully. They'd never been close friends but they'd respected each other, and she could respect the way that Dinah was conducting herself right now. It was very mature of her, and Chloe's smile was genuine as she nodded. "We'll have to have coffee sometime."
Dinah smiled and nodded. "Definitely, when we're not, you know…" She tapped her wrist to indicate that they were on the clock, something Chloe had guessed considering that Dinah and Zatanna were both dressed as Bruce's usual model accessories and clinging onto him like said models would as well. The girls were obviously here to help him do recon on the Originals and infiltrate the place for the JL. Ollie mustn't have gotten an invitation, which must have burnt his ego badly.
"Where are my manners?" Chloe's eyes widened when she noticed Zatanna eyeing Sam oddly. "Sam Winchester, I'd like to introduce you to my friends Bruce Wayne, Zatanna Zatara and Dinah Lance." She looped her arm around his as he shook their hands. "Guys, meet Sam Winchester, my date."
"Oh, we know him." Dinah's lips twitched in amusement. "We watch Paranormal."
"And Supernatural Diaries." Zatanna grinned.
Bruce merely shook Sam's hand firmly.
"No offense, but we officially hate your father." Zatanna informed Sam. "Lois might be highly annoying most of the time, but she's still our friend."
Sam nodded. "She's our friend as well."
Someone cleared his throat. "Mr Winchester? Miss Sullivan? It's your turn. Please. Walk this way."
Chloe turned to face Sam and groaned as she tightened her grip on his arm. "Time to face the music I suppose."
"It'll be alright, just smile and answer their questions without losing your cool and everything will be alright," Sam whispered into her ear before he led her onto the purple carpet. Immediately blinding lights flashed as questions were thrown at them from every angle.
"Are you officially a couple?"
"What about those two guys you were with before?"
"What does Dean think about you two together?"
"Are Lois and Dean rebounding with each other?"
"Chloe! How are you enjoying being back in Hollywood?"
"Sam! What's it like being the brother who has her on his arm?"
"What's going on with Supernatural Diaries?"
"Look over here Chloe!"
"Are you good friends with the Originals?"
Chloe merely smiled and waved, so out of her element it was ridiculous. She was the one who was used to asking questions, not to being asked them. Sam was used to this life and it showed. She wondered if her utter discomfort showed as much as his ease did.
Sam leaned into her, his breath agains her ear. "We have to stop over there by the Fashion Police. It's in our agreement. It's one of our obligated stops. We'll answer a few questions, laugh at some of Joan's inappropriate comments, and be off."
Sam chuckled as he led her towards to where Joan Rivers was waiting on them, a terrifying gleam in her eyes. "Hello Joan."
"If I was ten years younger..." Joan shook her head before turning her gaze on Chloe. "Just look at you. You look gorgeous."
"Thank you." Chloe smiled, breathless and terrified.
This was the woman that Lois had nightmares about.
"Tell me dear, who are you wearing?"
Chloe blanked, eyes wide. "I-have no idea."
Joan's eyes widened in horror. "How can you not know?"
Chloe gazed down at herself before her gaze turned to Joan. "Well, you see, this whole ensemble was presented to me an hour or so ago and I was asked to wear it tonight. So you'll have to forgive me."
"Ooooh. A mystery." Joan's eyes widened. "And who gave you this gorgeous dress and jewelry?" Her gaze went to Sam. "Do we have you to thank for making her look like some sort of doll?"
Sam played his part like a pro, shaking his head. "I have to admit that it's not me, another man is at fault here."
Joan's eyes were as wide as saucers. "The intrigue grows!" She turned to Sam. "Was it Dean?"
Sam snorted on live television. "Definitely not!"
Chloe thought she was helping, but she only made matters so much worse for herself. "The person who was so kind to lend me this whole ensemble for the night was none other than our host."
Joan's mouth fell open on live television before she nudged Sam and snickered to the cameras. "This is going to get interesting, Joan Rangers, I'm going in deep." She saluted the cameras before turning back to Chloe. "You simply must come to Fashion Police some time and give us a firsthand account of the gala."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror. "I'm sure there are t-tons of people who could give better-."
"It has to be you." Joan's smile was pure evil. "And I won't take no for an answer." She turned to the cameras filming her. "It's settled! Chloe Sullivan of the Supernatural Diaries fame will be joining us on a special Fashion Police to discuss the events of tonight's gala!" She turned back to Chloe and grinned. "It'll be so much fun!"
Chloe let out a stuttered breath and shaky smile. "I'm sure it will."
Sam held her tightly. "We can't keep hogging you like this Joan, we have to share you with the others. It was great talking to you."
"With you too hotstuff." Joan grinned, her night obviously made.
Chloe walked away, the rest of the walk through the purple-carpet a blur. She knew that she answered questions and took pictures with other people who weren't Sam, but what she said and who those people were she couldn't swear on her life.
What finally brought the blonde into the present was once they reached the doors of the castle-like building and a chamberlain announced their names, Sam and Chloe sharing a little look before another set of doors opened to reveal the ballroom within. Chloe's eyes widened and she tightened her grip on Sam's arm as he led her down the large staircase. She could feel so many eyes on her, some of those gazes hidden behind masks. The blonde wondered why they found them so interesting. Sure, she knew that Sam was a good actor and she was an enigma given the fact that she'd disappeared for a year, but there were some serious A-listers at this party! They should be the ones getting the attention, not Sam and her!
Sam must've sensed her mounting discomfort under everyone's gaze, because he discreetly stroked her fingertips comfortingly.
Chloe's gaze moved to him gratefully, her lips tilting in a small smile, before she took in a deep breath and faced the crowd once more, head held high.
They finally reached the bottom of the majestic stairway and Bruce and his "companions" were announced, allowing Sam and Chloe a moment's reprieve as some of the attention was drawn to the 'ever-scandalous' Bruce Wayne.
Chloe didn't notice, her eyes wide, the girl captivated by the magical atmosphere cast by the almost fairy-tale-like interior of the castle. It wasn't cheesy, somehow seeming so incredibly genuine, as if they'd stepped into Cinderella, or some other story in which a ball was taking place and a prince was in search of his bride or something of the sort. The fact that the Originals were alive during the time of balls no doubt helped make everything remain authentic to the time-period, and it fascinated her even more. If it wasn't for the fact that Stefan and Alaric might be in some dungeon somewhere beaten and bruised, Chloe might be enchanted and forget all about the mission and just lose herself to the utter, undeniable charm. These Originals were classy.
Sam squeezed her fingertips, drawing her from her thoughts. "How about a dance? I'm sure Niklaus will make himself known to you when he wants to speak."
He was probably right, and while Chloe wanted nothing more than to seek Klaus out and get this over with, she knew it was better to play things smartly. If she did anything to anger Klaus, Stefan and Alaric would be the ones to suffer most. It was why she merely nodded and gave Sam a playful smile. "I'm not versed in all things dance like Dean is, I'll step on your toes."
Sam's eyes flashed with mirth. "I'll tell him you said that, it'll horrify him to no end that you think that about him."
Chloe laughed as Sam dragged her out towards the dance floor.