Title: Visiting The Oracles
Sequel to: Weekend in Stanford
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley,
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.
Stretching like a cat, Chloe yawned as she made her way to the bathroom. Angel had leant her one of his shirts to sleep in the night before, and it was like a nightgown for her it was so big. The blonde smiled to herself, feeling giddy about going to see the Oracles, and as well as a little nervous.
“Morning.” Angel smiled, drinking a cup of warmed blood as he read the newspaper. “Did you sleep well?”
“Your bed is great.” She smiled brightly, amazed at how easy they were around each other. She was only wearing his shirt—which reached the top of her thighs, and yet they were acting as if it were nothing. “You know, I used to be disappointed when I found out that vampires didn’t sleep in coffins, but now I’m glad!”
Angel laughed before picking up her cellular. “Your dad called again early this morning, he has a real young sounding voice.”
“I know, I’ve been told.” Chloe smiled, going to the fridge and opening it, giving a little cry of happiness when she saw some donuts there. “What did he say?”
“He wanted to know where you were staying exactly, why you were staying with me, and why Lois and Clark weren’t over here as well.” Angel replied, eyes returning to the newspaper. “I told him and---.”
The doorbell rung.
Angel made to get up.
“No, let me.” Taking a bite out of her donut Chloe trudged to the front door and opened it, surprised to see no one there. “Hello?” Stepping outside into the hall, the blonde turned and looked in one direction, and when she saw no one she turned and looked down the other side of the hall. “Strange.” She mumbled around the donut as she chewed.
“Who is it?” Angel’s voice called from inside.
“No one. Must have rung the wrong place.” Chloe finished the donut and then yawned, running her fingers through her messy hair as she turned to look at Angel, who’d arrived in the doorway. “Last night was exhausting, remind menever to try to keep up with demon stamina again.”
“I’ll try go easier on you next time.” Angel laughed, remembering how after everyone had gotten Chloe to come back to Caritas they’d had a karaoke war, one in which Chloe had somehow managed to compete in. They’d sang throughout most of the night before retiring to their prospective places and then Angel and her had talked a lot as well.
“Let’s go back inside, I’m still half naked and you owe me good, filling breakfast after last night.” Chloe pushed him inside and followed, closing the door behind her.
“So, are you nervous?” Angel asked as they returned to the kitchen.
“A little.” She admitted as she leaned against the wall. “I’ve never gone to see Oracles before, and we don’t know if these Powers That Be will even help us---I mean---why exactly should they?”
“You’re helping a lot of people Chloe, all of you are.” Angel replied seriously. “Even if you aren’t working for them, you’re still helping The Powers That Be with what you’re doing. They’ll help you, even if they make you beg a little.”
Chloe smiled, going to the fridge to grab another donut. “You really need to stock more nutritious things in your fridge---other than the blood in the freezer of course.”
He grinned at her.
After that they took the sewer tunnels and finally met up with Lois, Clark, Wesley and Cordelia. The three Smallville natives hugged each other and followed their L.A. friends through the sewage system, heading towards where the entrance to where the Oracles were.
They finally reached a grand Arc, and Chloe paused when she looked at it. “’The Gateway for Lost Souls’,” she turned to Angel. “Is under the post office?”
“No, really.” Lois turned to Wes. “The post office?”
Wes gave a little smile at her. “It makes sense if you think about it.” His face then went serious as he fixed his glasses and stared at the three young adults. “Now listen, the Oracles are finicky and unpredictable. You do get in, don’t waste any time---yours or theirs. Ask your questions and get out.
“Okay.” Clark nodded, taking in a deep breath.“Let’s do this.”
Wesley nodded, mouthed ‘be careful’ to Lois, and then put some herbs in an urn. “We beseech access to the knowing ones.” Putting a lighter to the urn he watched as it filled with high flames, and the arc to the entrance of the Gateway of Lost Souls began to glow and fill with light. “You’re in.”
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe, Lois and Clark held hands and stepped through the light into a white marble chamber. Two glittering figures that resembled Greek gods, one female and one male, stood before them.
The male stared down at them in silence before beckoning them closer with his hand. “Come before us, lower beings.”
Lois tensed but kept silent.
The female appeared intrigued. “What have you brought us?”
Clark reached into his pocket and pulled out a jewelry case, passing it to the female.
“Ah, these came prepared.” The male announced as his female counterpart accepted the jewelry case with evident pleasure. “The last to summon us was a vampire who had no offering and had to give us his watch.”
“I like Time.” The woman retorted playfully, looking away from where she’d been about to open the jewelry case. “There is so little and so much of it.” She then returned her attention to the jewelry case and her eyes widened when she saw the beautiful Kryptonian necklace, which had once belonged to Clark’s mother and had been sent with him to Earth. “You are not a lower being then, but another being.”
The male looked at the jewelry with confusion as he turned his attention to the male, disgust plain on his beautiful, silvery face. “You gave up your divinity, your destiny.”
“That’s why we’re here.” Chloe stepped forwards, and the beings turned to her. “We’re asking for you to return his powers to him.”
The Oracles were silent as they gazed upon Clark, before the male turned to Chloe and shook his head vehemently. “His powers were fairly exchanged, sealed in a matter of blood with a force that is that of our enemies. We cannot undo a pact performed willingly by blood.”
“You made a blood pact?” Lois gasped in horror at Clark.
Clark narrowed his eyes. “I did it to save the life of an innocent.”
“You did it for yourself, other.” The female corrected, voice emotionlessly. “Do not come to us and say that it was a pure, noble sacrifice. It was selfish in origin and intention.”
“But I need to help Chloe!” Clark exclaimed. “I made a mistake—I know that! But Chloe shouldn’t have to suffer because of it!”
“And what do you have to barter for your powers?” The male asked, turning on Clark. “You offered your powers to our enemies for the life of a mortal whose lifespan had already stretched longer than it’d been written in the Annals of Life. Did you believe a piece of jewelry would suffice your payment? Do you have nothing to offer in exchange for thisif we graced you our mercy?”
“No, actually, we do have something.” Chloe announced, stepping forwards. “As I’m sure you know I’m not exactly a normal mortal either.”
“You’re not a mortal.” The male corrected.
Chloe faltered for a second before standing straight up. “I’m offering you something in exchange for his powers.”
“Chloe…” Clark’s eyes widened in horror.
“Don’t you dare!” Lois exclaimed, also realizing what her cousin was about to do.
“And what would that be, immortal?” The female asked, curious.
“My immortality.” Chloe answered. “I know that you already have immortality, but I’ll give you mine as a show of howserious we are, I am about this plea for help.”
The Oracles were silent, eyeing her oddly before disappearing, leaving the three friends alone in the marble room.
“Are you insane?” Lois snarled as she stormed towards Chloe and shook her. “You’re power’s the only thing that’s kept you alive since you were ten! I am not letting you give that up!”
“Neither am I.” Clark announced seriously. “Chloe, I love you now more than ever, but I won’t let you give that up.”
“You guys don’t have a choice.” Chloe responded. “It’s my power and I can give it to whomever I want!”
“But we have a choice in accepting this exchange or not.” And suddenly the male and female were there once more. The male stepping forwards. “And while the offer was intriguing and unexpected, we decline the trade.”
Chloe felt her heart stop for a second in disappointment.
“But there is something that we are interested in.” The female stepped forwards as well, standing side by side with the male. “We are the Oracles of the Powers-That-Be, we are the All Knowing, we see the past, present and future as one.”
“You gave up a great destiny for a love that was never meant to be, delicate as glass and shattered just as easily.” The male told Clark. “And while we cannot give you the extent of your powers again for they now belong to the enemy, we can grace you with the strength you once had, powered by our source.”
Clark’s eyes narrowed. “In return for what?”
“You.” The female surprised them. “The three of you have such greatness in your destinies, and we have violent battles ahead to be fought.”
Chloe shivered as she remembered Lorne’s words from the night before.
“You will become our champions.” The male announced. “In exchange for your strength to be returned.”
“Wait.” Lois interrupted. “I can get Clark and Chloe becoming your champions, but me? I don’t have any super powers or alien ancestry in me. What good am I to you?”
The male and female smiled at each other mysteriously before the female turned to her. “In the future you will see when it is revealed to you.”
“What is it with Oracles and green empathy demons?” Lois muttered to herself. “They never give you a straight answer!”
“Are we in agreement?” The male asked. “Will you be our champions and fight for us when the time comes in exchange for your friend’s strength to be returned?”
Chloe didn’t hesitate, only stepped forwards. “I will.”
There was a knowing smile on the female’s face.
“I will too.” Lois stepped forwards as well, pulling Clark along. “And so will he.”
The male did as well. “So be it.” Holding up his hand he sent Lois and Clark flying backwards out of the arc.
Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise. “What did you--?”
“You were going to give up your immortality for him.” The female smiled as the male circled her contemplatively. “Not many would do so. You have a good heart, immortal.”
“You will need a Connection to the Powers-That-Be, but do not worry, that connection shall appear soon enough.” The male stopped behind her. “Her heart, it is covered by material from the others world, but it is weakening to naught, soon to be extinguished.”
“I thought as much.” The female nodded. “A gift for you, Chief Champion.” And with that she surprised Chloe by cupping her face and pressing her lips to hers in a kiss---the same time the male’s hands pierced through Chloe’s back and grabbed her heart.
Chloe sat in the middle of an endless meadow, naked as the day she was born, hugging her knees to her chest. She was alone, afraid, and didn’t know where she was---what she was doing there---why she was naked.
“Evil times ahead.”
She jerked at that bodiless voice and looked around.
“Death and destruction are eminent.”
The blonde covered her chest with her hands and sat up straighter, looking around yet not seeing anyone to whom that voice could belong.
“The future changed and now the war which should have been assured ours is lost in the mist of confusion as the enemy grows stronger day by day.”
She opened her mouth to ask who it was, but found she couldn’t speak.
“Champions must be born, must take a stand, must battle fiercer than ever before or this world will be given over to darkness.”
Realizing that the reason she couldn’t speak was because she was meat to only listen, Chloe did just that.
“Violent battles are the future.”
Again those words.
“Are you ready?”
“She’s waking up!”
“Is she alright?”
“What happened to her?”
“Chloe, can you hear us?”
Groaning, Chloe opened her eyes and looked up at the worried faces surrounding her. “Hey guys.” She winced at the agony in her body, realizing that she was in Angel’s arms and they were hurrying towards Angel’s apartment through the sewer tunnels.
“What happened back there?” Cordelia asked, eyes wide and worried. “You guys go in a second, Lois and Clark are throw back out half a second later, and then you’re thrown out unconscious. What did they do to you?”
“If they hurt you---.” Clark growled and punched a hole in the sewer wall----freezing as he realized what that meant. “They---they really did it, I have my strength back!”
Chloe smiled at him. “Good.”
Wesley’s gaze was on her. “What happened, Chloe? Why did the Oracles keep you back a little bit longer?”
Chloe frowned, trying to remember what had happened before she was naked in that field listening to the voice of doom. “I think, uh, she kissed me.”
All the males froze and turned to look at her.
Lois and Cordelia’s eyes widened and they shared a ‘ooooooookay’ kinda look between them.
“Kissed you?” Angel squeaked.
“I know.” Chloe frowned at the memory. “Right before he drove his hands through my back.”
“WHAT?!?” Lois screamed. “I’m going to kill them! We’re going back!”
“No, we’re not.” Chloe shook her head. “Angel, put me down, I can walk.”
The vampire did as told and while she was wobbly on her feet, the agony in her body had turned to heat and she was feeling a little caged and dizzy but strong enough to walk.
“They said it was a gift, and obviously they didn’t harm me.” She answered. “Now lets go back to Angel’s, I feel like I want to sleep for two days straight.”
The group continued towards Angel’s apartment, talking about what the Oracles had said and wondering how the three young adults’ lives would change now that they’d been enlisted in some holy war.
Climbing up through the sewers entrance to Angel’s apartment building, Chloe followed the vampire (who’d placed a supportive arm around her shoulder), feeling so hot, so dizzy. All she wanted was to get to Angel’s apartment and sleep the whole day away.
As they turned the corner in the hall, Chloe froze, along with everyone else, when they saw a tall, handsome young man with silky brown hair leaning against the door to Angel’s apartment, aura of danger surrounding him.
“Sam?” Chloe gasped, shocked.
Sam looked up, his green-blue eyes connecting with hers briefly before going to the arm Angel had around her supporting her and then to the vampire, darkening angrily. The young law student pushed away from the door, stalked towards them, and before anyone could read his intent had slammed his right fist into Angel’s face, sending the vampire flying back.
“Stay the hell away from my woman!” He snarled viciously, looking so unlike the sweet young man Chloe knew that she was shocked stiff.
“What the hell, Sam?” Lois snapped as she hurried with Cordelia and Wesley to Angel’s side.
“What are you doing here man?” Clark frowned, stepping a step forwards menacingly.
Ignoring them Sam turned to Chloe, most of the anger bleeding out of those eyes, returning to the young man she knew and loved. “Chlo, we need to talk.”
Chloe opened her mouth to ask him what the hell was going on when the heat and the buzzing in her ears grew too much. Blood rushed to her head and right before her knees gave out and she succumbed to the darkness she felt his arms go around her, pulling her protectively to his warm body, her name a desperate cry on his lips.