Title: Weekend In Stanford
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, mentioned Clark/Lana, Lois/mystery
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: When Chloe, Clark and Lois hunt down a Zoner to the Stanford campus in California, their paths cross with new arrival Sam Winchester. Attraction blooms strong but Chloe tries to fight it since Sam doesn't know she's only 16.
*Note: THIS IS COMPLETELY AU FOR SMALLVILLE IN WHICH LOIS ALWAYS LIVED WITH CHLOE, AND CHLOE ALWAYS HAD HER POWERS. THIS IS ALSO PRE-SUPERNATURAL.
2nd Note: This is a part of my REQUESTED SERIES, and was Requested by CamFan4Ever.
Chloe groaned as a suspiciously chirpy Lois shook her awake the next morning. “Aren’t you supposed to be having a helluva hangover right about now?” The blonde groaned, rubbing at her eyes and somehow pulling herself up into a sitting position.
“I was, but then Sam made this juice thingy for me that he says his brother drinks whenever he has a hangover---and it’s magic!” Lois grinned, shoving Chloe’s phone in her face. “Listen to this.” She then dialed a number.
Curiosity was always one of Chloe’s greatest vices, so she took the phone and placed it to her ear, listening as the phone that Lois had stolen the night before began to ring. It cut off after no answer and went to voicemail.
That was when Chloe realized why Lois wanted her to listen to it.
“You’ve reached the voicemail box of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, ex-watcher of the Watcher Council and current rogue demon hunter.” There was emphasis (and the deepening of the voice) when the young British male said the last three words in pride. “I am currently unavailable at this moment---most probably fighting the forces of evil. If you’re calling from the Watcher’s Council because you have finally realized that any other watcher sent to the slayer after her previous watcher’s firing would have met with the same dismal fate----THANK GOD.”
Chloe wasn’t exactly sure whether to grin at the slightly pompous yet entertaining message or be curious about this Watcher Council and what a slayer was.
“If you’re calling to report a demon in need of slaying, leave a brief message with the description of the beast, its transgressions, and of course, a contact number---I will try to get back to you as soon as I am done slaying the current evil before me.” The message continued on in a crisp, businesslike manner.
“I didn’t even know that you could talk that long on your voicemail message.” Lois snickered, chewing a banana Chloe had failed to realize she’d had with her before.
“And finally, if you’re calling because of any of my past jobs, remind me which job and what the problem is. I have fought much evil and you shall have to remind me which entails your problem.” He cleared his throat. “That is all. Leave the message after the beep.”
Chloe put down the phone and looked at Lois. “Rogue demon hunter.”
“I know---right?” Lois laughed, finishing the banana. “He called me soon after I got the miracle hangover reliever because he wanted to know if anyone had left him a message. I got curious and hung up on him to see what his message was like---you know they say that messages show you glimpses of the person who leaves them.”
Chloe leaned back against the bed-head. “And what does that message tell you about this rogue demon hunter?”
“He likes to hear himself talk---a lot.” Lois grinned. “He’s cute, annoyingly smart, and can’t insult a girl in American.”
“You learnt about his looks, intelligence and insulting abilities by his voicemail message?” Chloe raised an eyebrow.
“No, of course not.” Lois scoffed. “I remember what he looked like before I vomited all over him---the reason why I vomited on him in the first place was because I was staring at him when all the food we’d had yesterday came back to haunt me.” And suddenly Lois was blushing. “God, I really didn’t make a good first impression, did I? First I vomit on him, then I steal his phone, then I give him some cheeky verbal-diarrhea when he calls demanding his phone back.”
Suddenly Chloe realized something. “You like him.”
Lois froze, gaze falling to the sheets and her fingers slowly traced the patterns on the fabric. “He’s a rogue demon hunter, and an ex-watcher---whatever the hell that is. He’s deep into this world like we are. He---he wouldn’t dump me or think me insane if I ever told him what I do.”
Chloe paused, realizing for the first time how much pressure this job had placed on Lois, and how it was affecting her personal life.
The blonde reached over and placed her hand on Lois’ shoulder. “Lo, Clark and I are responsible for letting the Zoners out, not you. You can still get out of this and live a normal life, get a normal boyfriend---.”
“Don’t say that.” Lois narrowed her eyes at her. “You and Clark are my family, we’re in this together to the end. I can---deal---with the restrictions that puts on my love life. I---,” the brunette sighed, eyes returning to the pattern on the bed. “All I’m saying is that it’d be easier to have a relationship with someone in the same sort of work as me.”
Chloe had to admit that Lois was right. It would make things easier for them if they could find men who were in similar lines of work. Up until yesterday they’d thought that aliens and meteor freaks were all there was out there, but then they’d met Sam---and now Wesley, and realized that there were demons out there as well and demon hunters.
“Plus, he’s really cute.” Lois added, a small smile curving her lips before she finally looked up at her cousin. “And what about Sam? Did something happen between you two last night?”
If Chloe had been drinking or swallowing at that moment she would have choked, instead, she just blanched. “Why do you ask that?”
“I knew it!” Lois exclaimed, pointing a finger at the blonde childishly. “Every time I came out of here he’d perk up and then deflate when he realized it was only me.” She looked around as if expecting the conversation to be overheard and scooted closer, lowering her voice. “Spill. Spill! What did you and Gorgeous McHottie do last night?”
“Lois!” Chloe gasped in embarrassment at the lecherous look in her cousin’s eyes. “It was nothing like that! We---,” she looked away, blushing. “We might have made out a bit.”
“That’s my girl! Finally getting some action!” Lois was so proud it was embarrassing. “You know, I’m actually impressed with Sam. I mean, he looks like one of those sticklers when it comes to rules, and I thought that the moment you told him you were sixteen he’d reign in his hormones or something stupid like---.”
Chloe couldn’t look her cousin in the face.
And Lois noticed. “Chloe? You did tell him you’re sixteen, right?”
There was no answer.
“Chloe Ann Sullivan!” Lois gasped in horror. “You have that nice guy thinking you’re a college student? That’s deceit!”
Chloe winced. It sounded so ugly when Lois put it that way.
“I can’t believe you.” Lois was shocked. “He’s a nice guy, Chloe, and you haven’t met any genuinely nice guys in a long time. Don’t screw up something good like this before it even has the chance to begin.”
Since when had Lois gotten so sage when it came to relationships?
“I know.” Chloe sighed, ashamed. “It’s just that I really like him, Lo, and I think just like you that the moment he finds out I’m a minor he’ll either freak out or do the gentleman thing and back away. He doesn’t seem like the person who wouldn’t care about that.”
“Which is why you have to respect his feelings enough to face the situation.” Lois replied, reaching over and hugging Chloe, lending her her support in the only way she could. “Smallville’s outside with Sam watching the game. I’ll tell him to take me home first and give you guys some time alone to talk.”
“God, I’m nervous.”
“Don’t worry Cuz.” Lois pulled back and grinned into her cousin’s face. “If you and him are meant to be it’ll happen, even if you two have to wait until you’re legal.”
Chloe honestly hoped that it wouldn’t take that long---if it would happen at all now that she was going to tell Sam the truth.
The phone Lois’ had stolen rang furiously and she grinned as she answered it. “Wesley Wyndam-Pryce’s phone, this is his assistant Lois Lane speaking, how may I help you?” Her grin turned more mischievous at the voice on the other side of the line. “Well, I’ve decided to answer our phone this way so if anyone’s calling for you to exterminate demons or whatever they will feel like they’re contacting someone professional. Nothing says ‘professional’ like having a personal assistant.”
Chloe shook her head at the brunette who was laughing and heading towards the door.
“Why wouldn’t I call it our phone? It is.” Lois was obviously antagonizing the male and enjoying every moment. “You need help. Seriously need help and you’re lucky that I’ve decided to assist you with your phone calls. You should be grateful, I have a very busy schedule you know.”
Lois opened the door, waved bye to Chloe while mouthing ‘Good Luck’, and closed it behind her.
Still on the bed, Chloe groaned, nerves killing her.
After she heard Lois and Clark saying their goodbyes and leaving, Chloe took in a deep breath and ventured out of the room. She’ fixed her hair, sprayed some cologne on her and chewed some of the gum Lois had left behind her to make sure that she was somewhat presentable for this meeting, which really wasn’t going to end well.
She looked up and noticed Sam immediately from where he was washing dishes in the sink. “Hey.”
“Clark said he’ll be back to get you.” Sam announced, putting the plate away and grabbing a towel, drying his hands, tranquil smile on his face. “So, you happy to be going back to Kansas?”
She decided to go with this topic and somehow find a way to bring up the point that had her stomach in knots. “Well, I have school to go to, and Zoners to keep an eye out for, so lets just say that I know I’m needed there and can’t stay here on the mini vacation we were all enjoying.”
Sam nodded before looking down at his towel. “So, which school do you go to exactly? MetU? Kansas State? I mean, you never told me what you’re studying, and I’ve been trying to imagine you in some career but can’t seem to pinpoint any on you.”
Chloe’s heart raced, he’d brought up the subject without her having to. This is it. “I, actually, I go to Smallville High, and I’m the Chief Editor of the school newspaper.”
He was silent, gaze jerking towards her face. “Smallville High.”
She gulped, nodding. “I didn’t tell you before because we were just acquaintances who probably would never see each other again, but after last night, I---I thought you should know.” She took in another breath, trying to calm her heart from where it was beating furiously in her throat making it hard for her to talk. “My name is Chloe Sullivan, I’m sixteen years old, and I’m a high school student.”
Sam was still, silent, just watching her as he let all that information sink in. “Sixteen.”
God, she knew that was going to be the point he’d pick up on quickest! “Yes, I’m sixteen.”
“Wow. Sixteen.” He leaned his hands back against the sink, shaking his head, gaze lowering to the tiled floor. “That’s young.”
“It’s my physical age, yeah, but I’ve always been told I was born 30.”
He chuckled softly, still not raising his gaze from the floor. “I thought you were young the first time I saw you, but you’re so mature I thought you just had great genes.”
“And a great fake I.D.” She whispered, not exactly sure how this conversation was going. Sam wasn’t yelling at her but he wasn’t looking at her either.
“This changes everything.” He seemed to be talking mostly to himself. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to come and spend your vacation with me---but you’re sixteen.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair in his first sign of frustration. “Dammit. The first person I feel like I connected with and she’s a minor!”
Chloe wanted to say something, anything, but somehow realized that the best thing she could do right now was to keep quiet.
Sam growled and turned his back on her, the hands on the sink gripping it so tightly his knuckles were transparent. His head was lowered, his hair brown silk that fell into his face and hid it from her.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly, fighting the tears. She’d messed everything up!
Minutes passed in tense silence.
“Where do you plan on going to college?”
The question, deep and dark caught her by surprise, and green eyes widened in surprise.
Sam took in a deep breath as he finally turned back to look at her once more. “When you graduate in two years, when you’re eighteen, where do you plan on going to college?”
Confused and shocked by the question, the blonde found herself tongue-tied, unable to answer him.
Sam’s gaze slid sideways to the right, her silence seemingly making him nervous. “You said you’re the editor of your school newspaper, so journalism must interest you.” He paused, as if regrouping. “We---we have a very good Communication department here in Stanford.”
Chloe blinked, gazing at the silent brunette in confusion. “Are—are you asking me to study at Stanford when I graduate?”
Color appeared on those cheeks as he refused to look at her. “Things could have changed from here to then, but if they don’t, all I’m saying is that you should consider it.”
“I---I’ll definitely consider it.” Chloe smiled, wiping at the tears that’d slid down her cheeks.
Sam cleared his throat and looked at his nails in apparent disinterest. “You’ll have to give me your number and email, you know, if you really want me to send you the written form of the exorcism rite.”
That smile grew larger and Chloe bit down on her bottom lip to keep the smile from growing stupidly large. “And you’d need a way to contact us immediately in case a Zoner appears in this area again.”
“Exactly.” Sam nodded, a slow smile fighting its way onto his face as he continued to look down at his nails. “You’ll need my number and email too just in case something supernatural happens in Smallville, because if it does you’ll need my expertise.”
“Most definitely.” Chloe nodded as well, grinning openly.
Sam finally looked up at her, smile curving his lips.
Chloe frowned slightly, thinking of something. “What if something does change in two years?”
Sam’s smile fell from his face. “Then I’ll deal with it.”
“Or I’ll deal with it.” Chloe didn’t like the thought.
Sam snorted. “I doubt that you’ll be the one having to deal with anything. I’m not someone who finds it easy to connect with people, and I’ve never felt---.” He froze, embarrassment and horror on his face.
Chloe’s smile returned as she blushed as well. “Yeah, I know how you feel.”
His gaze met hers and they were silent, that heat and jolt of electricity zinging between them, pulling them slowly towards each other.
There was a knock on the door and it opened, showing Clark. “Uh, I’m back for you Chloe. We should be going. When I dropped Lois off at your home your dad’s car was almost up the driveway.”
“Yeah, I’m coming.” Chloe nodded to her friend, turning back her attention to Sam. “Well, I---I should be going.”
“Oh! My contact numbers!” The blonde quickly looked around and found a pen and a piece of paper-towel, writing her number and email on it, going towards Sam and handing him it. “You know, in case something Zoner-y happens while we’re gone.”
Sam nodded, taking the folded paper-towel silently.
“Chloe, we really should go if you don’t want Gabe getting suspicious like last time.” Clark looked completely oblivious to the undercurrents in this goodbye.
“Yeah, we can’t have that again.” Chloe agreed. “Bye Sam, it was great to meet you.”
“Same here.” Sam whispered as she turned and began walking towards a waiting Clark.
Halfway to her alien best friend Chloe froze, sighing in frustration. “Oh screw it.” Turning back around, she stalked right back towards a surprised Sam, grabbed his shirt and pulled him down, her lips meeting his hungrily.
Sam froze in surprise but in seconds his arms had gone around her and pulled her off of the floor, holding her to his chest as he took control of the kiss and seared her with his lips. Her hands were in his hair and his arms tightened around her, both hungry and desperate, not knowing when they’d see each other again or what the future held for them.
For right now they only had the present, they had this moment, and they were enjoying it.
Finally Sam lowered her to the ground, nibbling on her bottom lip in apparent reluctance to let go, but sooner or later they had to pull away, and they did so with sighs.
Sam pressed his lips to hers once more, softly, before pulling away and clearing his throat. “You should get going before you get in trouble with your dad.”
Chloe nodded, placing a hand to her burning face. “Yeah, I, uh, should.” Smile silly she turned and headed towards Clark’s whose eyes were wide in surprise and who was blushing like a virgin at a whorehouse. “Let’s go home?”
Clark finally blinked, looking down at her in shock before a mischievous grin appeared on his face, and after waving goodbye to Sam he whispered to her. “Now I understand those sounds I heard before entering last night!”
Before Chloe could slap him on his shoulder for teasing her, Clark had grabbed her and gone into superspeed.
Five Months Later
“This Sean Kelvin guy had the ability to absorb heat and project icy energy? That’s two powers, I thought you said it was rare for a metahuman to have two powers.” Sam’s face was concerned from where he sat in his room, talking to Chloe via video chat, wearing the microphone/earphone hybrid she’d sent him the month before.
“Yes, well, what can I say? It’d be unfair if I were the only one with more than one ability.” Chloe announced with a grin as she communicated to Sam the newest adventure she, Lois and Clark had gotten into. “He latched onto Clark and stole his body heat but I got to him on time and gave him some of mine, so he survived and didn’t turn into ice sculptures like the rest of Sean’s victims. It was actually Lois’ idea to use Sean’s powers against him and throw him into the lake. His powers sucked all the heat out of the water and froze him inside.”
Sam shook his head. “How does your father not realize half of the things you do over there?”
“Well, he knows about my powers so he knows that I can take care of myself. He trusts me out by myself and gives me my space.” Chloe shrugged. “It’s better that he lets me have my independence, I love him for it.”
Sam smiled, pulling a strand of his hair out of his face. “So where are Lois and Clark tonight?”
“Well, Clark and Lana are on a date.” Chloe made a face. “They---they’ve been having trouble lately since all this stuff we’ve had to deal with means Clark has to bail on her a lot---and since he won’t tell her about his powers she thinks he’s just not that interested in her anymore.”
“Why doesn’t he just tell her he has powers?” Sam wanted to know. “You say that she genuinely cares for him. He should trust her enough to let her know.”
“Don’t preach to the choir---I’ve told him that enough times!” Chloe threw her hands up in the air. “I can only leave things in his hands and see where his decisions take them.”
Sam sighed and shook his head.
“And Lois is in her room doing the same thing as us---but, of course, she’s annoying Wes.” Chloe grinned, thinking about the Brit her cousin had her sights set upon. He had left behind his title of rogue demon hunter and was now working with a vampire with a soul (go figure) and other old friends of his in L.A.
Chloe had spoken on the phone with not only Wesley, but with a coworker named Cordelia and his boss, the vampire Angel. Well, honestly, she’d called Angel to see what they could do to help Wes meet Lois face to face, since her cousin was acting like a lovesick, moon-eyed cow, and while it’d been hilarious the first couple of months, Chloe was beginning to take pity on her.
Angel was surprisingly nice for a vampire, and had admitted that he’d picked up the phone various times to call her because he too didn’t know how long he could stand listening to Wesley talk about Lois and wondering what she was like in person.
Apparently, while Wesley liked to act all frustrated and annoyed when talking to Lois, he rather ‘fancied’ her.
So while there wasn’t anything concrete set between Chloe and Angel, both were working secretly to see what they could do to help each other out.
“How is that going?” Sam asked, grinning, always finding the Lois/Wesley relationship entertaining. Not that it was a relationship---yet.
A timer went off on Sam’s end and he groaned. “I have to go to class, talk to you later?”
“Sure.” Chloe nodded, sad to see him go. Even though they usually talked every evening she hated to see him go. “Break a leg!”
He hesitated to end the conversation. “We didn’t get to talk yesterday evening thanks to Sean Kelvin----maybe I can skip---.”
“No. Remember, we talked about this.” Chloe shook her head. “Whatever this is, it won’t get in the way of our lives---at least until two more years.”
Sam sighed and then nodded. “Okay. Talk to you tomorrow.”
“Of course.” Chloe smiled, about to end the video chat.
She paused and looked at the screen with his nervous face. “Yeah?”
Sam hesitated, conflict darkening his eyes before he took in a deep breath and looked at her. “I’m falling in love with you.” And then he disconnected as fast as his reflexes would allow him to.
Chloe froze, shocked, surprised…
A smile slowly made its way on her face as she blushed and ducked her gaze. “I think, Sam Winchester, that I’m falling in love with you too.”
Getting up, she went to her bed and laid down, hugging her pillow to her heart with a contented sigh and looking up at the ceiling, still smiling.