Title: Visiting The Oracles
Sequel to: Weekend in Stanford
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley, Clark/Lana
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, Angel or Supernatural
Summary: When Clark trades his powers for Lana's life, Chloe is the only one left with powers, and she's having problems with Sam. Now Lois, Clark and Chloe must travel to L.A. to FINALLY meet Wesley and go visit the Oracles.
Chloe winced; hand on her stomach, still imagining the gash that’d been there hours ago, her insides falling out rather unattractively. This had been her seventh death in two weeks, a record for the soon-to-be seventeen-year-old.
“This is all my fault.” Clark sighed dejectedly as he sat near the sofa Chloe was laying down on. His shoulders were slumped, his head bowed in shame.
Lois was silent, lips a firm line, pressing a cold, damp rag against Chloe’s burning forehead. Whenever Chloe’s body healed she went into a roasting fever that sometimes sent her into violent hallucinations so the best thing to do was to do as much as possible to keep her temperature down.
“It’s not your fault.” Chloe’s voice was hoarse and painful as she winced, her body still in agony. The gash in her skin might have healed back, but her insides were a mess and taking longer to heal than usual.
“If I’d been there, I could have---.”
“Gotten yourself killed.” Lois snapped, closing her eyes immediately and taking in a deep breath. “How many times are you going to get it through your thick skull, Smallville, that you gave up your powers? That’s you’re as useless to Chloe on the battlefield as I am?”
Clark winced, looking conflicted as he lowered his guilty gaze.
“Lois.” Chloe sighed, closing her eyes, still very weak.
“No, Chloe, it’s the truth.” Lois took the rag from Chloe’s forehead, dumped it into the bowl with ice water, squeezed the excess water out of it and returned it to Chloe’s burning forehead. “Don’t get me wrong---I get why Clark did it---he wanted to save Lana’s life and the demon he made a deal with would only bring Lana back to life if Clark gave him all of his powers.” She closed her eyes tighter, obviously trying to fight her anger. “The fact is Clark chose Lana over his powers, and now you’re the one who’s suffering.”
“Lois, that’s enough.” Chloe forced her tired eyes open and glared at her cousin. “I would have done the same thing if Sam had died.”
“I know.” Lois whispered with a sigh, hanging her head. “I---it’s just getting too much, Chloe. You’ve been dying too frequently and you’re taking longer to come back to life---to heal, don’t think Clark and I don’t notice that. You’re wearing your body and powers thin, and I’m worried sick that one day you just won’t wake up again!”
Chloe winced, looking away. She’d hoped that they hadn’t noticed it, that they hadn’t begun to fear the same thing she had.
“Thank God that was the last Zoner to take care of,” Lois continued. “But what about the Metahumans or demons or something else? You can’t fight them all by yourself while Clark and I try to help you on the sidelines. You need someone to help fight with you.” She threw the rag into the bowl angrily and stood up. “Even if I could somehow get a power I’d help---even if the thought of fighting demons kinda frightens me---but you dying frightens me more!”
“Lois.” Chloe reached forwards and curled her hand weakly around Lois’ wrist, bringing her back down to the sofa. “I’m going to be fine, okay? I mean, you said it yourself, that was the last Zoner, and we’ve been dealing with metas from the time we were thirteen---.”
“But you’ve never fought them alone.” Lois whimpered, close to tears, griping Chloe’s hand tightly. “Chloe, I’m scared.”
Clark wiped at his eyes suspiciously before dropping to his knees in front of Chloe and bringing his arms around her and Lois, bringing them into a hug. “I’m sorry.” His voice was choked and betrayed the fact that he was crying. “I---I just couldn’t see a life possible for me without her, I---.”
“Don’t apologize, Clark.” Chloe smiled bravely at her alien---now human---friend. “You did what your heart told you to. Making a deal with a demon mightn’t have been the ideal choice, but you made it to save the life of the person you love the most in this world, and Lois and I will always support you and your decisions.”
“No matter how much they suck.” Lois chuckled hoarsely, grinning softly when Clark smiled thankfully at her and hugged the girls again, eliciting a little groan from Chloe, who still wasn’t healed within.
“Sorry.” Clark whispered sheepishly before pulling was and wiping at his eyes again as he sat down. He grabbed the rag from where Lois had thrown it in the bowl of ice water and after squeezing the excess water out of it, began to pass it over her arms.
“How is Lana?” Chloe asked, wincing as she remembered the demon they’d been fighting at the time launching a surprise attack on them the moment Lana stormed Clark’s loft due to his having forgotten about their date—again. She’d demanded that he tell her immediately what was going on and if he didn’t love her anymore---if he was seeing someone else behind her back.
Clark had been horrified, back into the wall, and yet he still would not tell her about his abilities. Lois, having had enough of the drama, had stepped forwards to tell Lana herself when the demon had appeared and eviscerated Lana right in front of their very eyes.
They’d been helpless to stop it, and Chloe and Lois had had to watch Clark go nearly insane with guilt and grief. He’d been desperate, and to be truthful neither Chloe nor Lois had been too surprised when Clark came to them a week later informing them that he’d made a deal with the demon to bring Lana back in exchange for his powers.
“She----she still won’t see me.” Clark whispered, eyes cast low, sadness in his every muscle.
“Stupid girl.” Lois muttered angrily. “You gave up your powers for her and she locks herself in her room?”
“You can’t really blame her, Lo.” Chloe tried to put herself in Lana’s shoes. “She was killed by a demon, and she remembers it. That’s got to leave a girl traumatized.”
“You get killed all the time and you don’t see you throwing hysterics about it.” Lois sniffed, not convinced by the reasoning.
Chloe laughed, even though it hurt her insides to do so. “I think there’s a little difference between me and Lana.”
“Yeah, there is.” Lois then slugged Clark’s shoulder. “Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with Chloe? It would have made our lives so much easier!”
Clark grinned. “But then I would have gotten my heart broken when she met Sam.”
Chloe’s smile disappeared from her face.
Lois sighed, slugging Clark again. “See what you did, Smallville? You said the ‘S’ word.”
“But she did it first!” Clark pointed, eyes wide.
“Defending you, a totally different situation.” Lois glared at him before turning to Chloe sympathetically. “Honey, don’t you think you’re maybe overreacting a little? I mean, maybe things aren’t what they seem.”
Chloe sighed, groaning and she forced herself to sit up. “He’s never available when I call anymore, always has a reason to log off when I log on, and he’s been spending time with that girl. What else could it be? He’s realized it’s stupid to wait for me to turn eighteen when he has a gorgeous supermodel-lookalike right there in Stanford with him.” She closed her eyes. “It was bound to happen. Maybe it was fate that it happened with that girl.”
That girl, was Jessica Lee Moore, a beautiful student who’d been possessed by a Zoner---and the reason Sam and Chloe had met in the first place.
“Sure, she was beautiful.” Clark admitted. “But Sam’s not an idiot, Chloe, and only an idiot would let go of you.”
“Especially not days before your birthday.” Lois agreed full-heartedly. “You’ll see that he’ll have a great reason for all that’s going on now. Sam loves you Chloe, and he told you himself, he’d never felt that way before. He’d only known you for a day and he was willing to wait two years for you. That kind of devotion doesn’t change from the evening to the morning at the snap of a thumb.”
Tears filled green eyes as Chloe smiled shakily at them. “You guys are the best. But I already made my mind up on this subject. We just weren’t meant to be---I don’t want to get that call or message from him apologizing and saying how he’d never intended to hurt me, so I’ve blocked his msn, his email, and his numbers. I—it’s just easier to make it a clean break like that.”
“Chloe.” Lois whispered. “I think you’re making a big mistake.”
Chloe shrugged and looked away, closing her eyes. “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep a little.”
“But---.” Lois argued.
“Lois, let her rest.” Clark sighed, getting up and pulling her along with him. “You and I have some things we need to do anyway.”
It was only because Lois was intrigued that she let him drag her away.
Clark looked down at Lois, who was nodding. “What do you think?”
“Other than the fact that I want to be the one to call Sam and slam into him verbally for the mental torture he’s putting my baby Cuz in, I think this is the best idea you’ve come up with, Smallville.” The brunette announced, folding her arms over her chest. “If there’s anyone out there that might know of a way to help it would be them, and I do have an inside.”
Clark smirked. “Why don’t you just say that you’re Cookoo for Coco Puffs about Wesley and he’d never deny you any help either?”
Lois glared at him, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “If we feel anything for each other, Smallville, it isn’t anything as unimpressive as what you just described.”
Clark grinned. “Oh, of course.”
Lois knew that he’d seen right through her, and glared darker. “I’m going to go call Wesley. You come find me as soon as you finish talking to Sam.”
Clark nodded, watching her storm away and pull out her cellular. He waited until she disappeared from view before pulling out his own cellular and heading to the house, bounding up the stairs to his room and dialing Sam’s number. If only he still had his abilities he’d had supersped towards Stanford to talk to the taller guy in person.
But he’d given up his powers, for Lana, and Clark would have to do what he could with what he had.
Closing his bedroom door, Clark waited as Sam’s home phone rang. He knew it was late at night and Sam was probably either studying or sleeping, but this was important.
And then it was answered----by a girl. “Hello?”
And Clark recognized the voice. “Jessica, it’s me Clark Kent, we met a couple of months ago.”
“It’s you! The guy who helped me when I got shot!” Jessica’s voice went a little higher. “How are you doing? I always ask Sam about y-you a-all and while he can be tight-lipped about you guys he lets me know that you are okay.”
Clark narrowed his eyes. “Uh, yeah. Look, it’s nice talking to you again, but I need to talk to Sam, it’s urgent.”
“Uh, sure.” The mouthpiece was then partially covered and Clark strained his hearing able to hear Jessica whispering to Sam who it was, and Sam telling her to make up some excuse. “Uhm, Clark?” Jessica returned. “Sam is actually showering right now, I’ll tell him you called and get him to---.”
“Look,” Clark was furious. How could Sam do this to Chloe? “I don’t need to talk to him in person, you can give him a message for me.”
“Sure.” Jessica sounded surprisingly eager. “No problem. You guys helped me and I can never even begin to repay it.”
Clark wanted to snap at her that if she really wanted to repay the debt she could stay the hell away from Chloe’s unofficial boyfriend, but he reigned in his temper. “Tell Sam that since Chloe couldn’t get a hold of him lately I’ve decided to give the news to him myself.”
“Uh-huh?” Jessica prompted when Clark remained silent for a couple of minutes, regrouping.
“Tell him that Chloe says it’s over.”
There was silence.
“What?” Jessica whispered.
“And tell him that if he so much as tries to get into communication with her again that I’ll kill him.” Clark let the anger through his voice as he said those last two words. “No one hurts my friend like that and gets away with it. He even breathes her name and I’ll be there and---.” Clark closed his eyes, glad for the first time that Chloe hadn’t been able to tell Sam about Clark losing his powers.
Clark hung up, took in a deep breath, and was about to go back downstairs when his phone began to ring furiously, Sam’s house number flashing on the caller I.D.
Temptation to just cut the call off was strong, but the desire to lash out his anger on Sam was stronger, so Clark answered the phone. “What the hell do you want, Winchester?”
“What do you mean, it’s over?” Sam’s voice was hoarse, and surprisingly enough desperate. “Why would---? What---?”
“Why the hell do you care?” Clark wanted to know.
“Because I love her goddamit!” Sam snapped, fury mixing with the desperation.
“You really have a weird way of proving your love, Winchester.” Clark sneered, letting his anger get the best of him. “You avoid Chloe’s calls, avoid her attempts to contact you on the internet, and you hang out late into the night in your home with another woman.”
There was silence before Sam spoke. “Look, I know it seems bad but---.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve talked to Chloe?” Clark interrupted. “Two weeks. Do you know what’s happened to her in these two weeks? Oh, right, you don’t!”
“Something happened to Chloe?” Sam asked, worry deep in his voice.
“Uhm, other than DYING SEVEN TIMES? Lemme, see, NO!” Clark ran his fingers through his hair.
“She’s---she’s died seven times in fourteen days?” Sam sounded furious. “Where the hell were you when this happened?”
“You might have known if you’d picked up one of her calls!” Clark shot back. “Look. Chloe’s determined about this, okay? It’s over. You’ll see that she’s blocked your emails, messengers, and phone number. She wants a clean break. She doesn’t need the distraction this situation is giving her.” Clark closed his eyes, feeling tired. “She’s taking longer and longer to come back alive. Lois and I---we think---we’re terrified that if it continues this way she won’t come back again.”
Sam was silent.
“So just stop hurting her, Winchester, Chloe doesn’t deserve it.” And with that he ended the phone call and headed towards where he knew Lois had gone to make the phone call.
By the time he’d reached her she’d finished the call and was waiting for him.
“So?” Lois asked, arms folded over her chest.
“I called…Jessica answered.”
Lois’ eyes flashed. “It’s midnight! What’s she doing there?”
Clark sighed. “Look, I already told him myself that Chloe was ending their relationship and didn’t want to see him anymore, I think he got the message.
“Bastard.” Lois rang her fingers through her hair, looking so sad. “I really---I really thought he loved her.”
“How did your phone call go?” Clark asked, wanting to forget about that conversation with Jessica and Sam.
“Better than yours.” Lois announced, sighing. “I talked to Wesley and he thinks that there’s a way. We have to go see the Oracles.”
“The Oracles?” The once-alien had never heard of that before.
“Yeah, apparently they’re intermediaries between us mortals and The Powers That Be. If anyone can help us, it’d be them.” Lois kicked at a pebble. “Only thing is that we need a gift and we need to get our asses to L.A.”
Clark nodded. “We’ll figure something out.” They both turned and looked towards the barn, where Chloe was still resting. “We have to.”