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.
Chloe groaned as she snuggled in closer to the warm body next to hers, smiling slightly when Sam mumbled something in his sleep and pulled her closer. Nothing had happened last night other than her and Sam stealing Angel’s bed from him (once more) to sleep in, and while she’d been more than tempted last night to forget the whole “wait till you’re eighteen” Sam had stuck annoyingly determined to it.
So they’d only slept.
Opening her eyes, Chloe smiled at the sight of a sleeping Sam. Leaning forwards she pressed a kiss to his nose and then somehow managed to get out from his arms and head towards the bathroom.
Clothes dropping to the ground, Chloe entered the shower and closed her eyes as the warm water washed over her, caressing her body. She felt a little odd, but figured that it must be the fact that she knew she was seventeen today, and thus only one year away from sitting down with Sam and having a serious talk.
A year is still a long time to wait.
She tried to push that thought away. They’d made it through one year already, they’d make it through another.
Stepping out of the shower Chloe grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, going to the sink and grabbing one of Angel’s combs as she wiped the mist from the mirror and was about to begin the arduous task of detangling when she froze.
Wiping at the glass of the mirror once more didn’t change the image in front of her, and Chloe’s eyes widened.
She’d heard that getting older changed you---but this was ridiculous!
The blonde stepped forwards and gazed at herself in the mirror. The changes would be subtle to most but they were obvious to her. Her features were a little sharper, her lips redder, her skin paler, her hair more golden…and her eyes, they were like turquoise gems that contrasted with her pale skin and the slightly golden sheen of her hair.
Dropping the comb Chloe’s hands went to her face as she traced each feature with her fingers, eyes wide.
“What happened to me?”
Freezing, she suddenly looked down at her body and undid the towel, letting it drop to the floor as she cupped abundant breasts, spanned the expanse of her smaller waist, and traced it as it flared out towards her hips.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe turned and stretched so she could get a glimpse of her behind, and then jerked back around to the front again.
“What the hell happened to me?”
“It has to be the Oracles.” Wesley announced as everyone gathered in Angel Investigations later that morning, examining a slightly hysteric Chloe. “They did say that they were going to give you a gift, right?”
“So they made me runway Barbie?” Chloe made a face, adjusting her shirt in obvious discomfort. She’d alwayshad an impressive amount of cleavage, especially for someone her age, but now it was even more impressive and her shirts had all been too tight on her.
“They didn’t really change you.” Lois contradicted, grinning broadly. “They just enhanced certain qualities.” Her grin grew. “Cuz, you look so hot.”
“Thank you, Lois.” Chloe deadpanned.
“Chloe, I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Sam announced from where he was leaning against the wall. “Since when did you get a tattoo?”
“Huh?” The blonde turned to her boyfriend, confused. “I didn’t—haven’t---I don’t have a tattoo.”
“Well, you do now.” The brunette motioned to the small of her back. “I noticed it this morning when you freaked out in the bathroom and started screaming.”
Chloe blushed, remembering that humiliating experience, with Sam rushing into the bathroom to see what’d happened to her and coming upon her completely naked.
“Tattoo?” Lois frowned as she got up and went to Chloe, grabbing the girl’s shirt and lifting it up to a little below her breasts, revealing the intricate black symbol of a rising phoenix imprinted in the small of her cousin’s back. “Hey! You’ve got a phoenix tat! How cool!”
“I what?” Chloe tried to see it but she couldn’t twist her body enough. “That wasn’t there yesterday!”
Everyone crowded around Chloe’s back to get a look at the tattoo. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, not exactly comfortable with everyone examining her like this but knowing that it was necessary.
“That’s not ink.” Angel finally spoke. “It smells different. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but it’s not a tattoo. It---it seems more like you were branded.”
“Branded?” Cordelia asked. “You mean like a cow?” She blinked at the looks that got her. “What? It’s a valid question!”
“Yeah, it is.” Chloe surprised everyone by agreeing, eyes narrowed and on Angel accusingly. “Are you telling me that I’m the Powers-That-Be’s cow?”
Angel looked terrified and not sure whether he wanted to answer that.
Sam smirked at his discomfort.
Wesley unknowingly came to the vampire’s rescue as he spoke. “I wonder.” His hand reached out and traced the design on Chloe’s back in a very scientific way before Lois slapped it, causing him to cry out and pull his hand away.
“You want to grope an innocent female? Grope me, not my cousin.” Lois growled at him.
Chloe rolled her eyes sky-high at the jealousy in her cousin’s voice.
“I am not ‘groping’ your cousin.” Wesley scoffed, insulted. “That particular symbol seemed familiar to me and I---.” He paused in mid argument and turned, stalking to the back room where they kept all of the books.
“Wesley?” Lois called, following after him. “Where are you going?”
“It’s got to be here somewhere.” Wesley’s voice could be heard mumbling from the other room. “AHUH!” Coming back out with a large text he nearly bumped into Lois but managed to dodge her at the last minute and continue on towards them, plopping the large book down on the table in front of them.
“Isn’t that the old Sumerian text you got the day they arrived?” Cordelia asked, pointing her thumb to the three Smallville natives.
Wesley nodded, flipping through the old, worn out pages.
Sam was by his side in a minute, peering over his shoulder, eyes on the text, mumbling something softly under his breath.
Wesley paused and looked back at Sam. “You know ancient Sumerian?”
Sam looked up from browsing the texts. “A lot of the exorcism rites or spells or things we use are in ancient languages, so dad made sure Dean and I learnt enough of them to read basically any old text that we would need.”
“Fascinating.” Wesley announced. “You’ll have to show me some of these spells and rites you speak of.”
“As long as I get to look through some of these texts you have here.” Sam grinned.
Lois shook her head and turned to Chloe. “We got ourselves a pair of demon-hunting nerds. How like us.”
Wesley and Sam made faces at Lois, who just ignored them, eyes going wide as Wesley turned the page. “That’s the tattoo!”
Everyone’s gaze jerked to where she was pointing, and sure enough, there was the symbol. It was faded in some places due to the age of the document, but it was obviously the very same symbol.
“What does it say?” Angel asked as Wesley began to read the text.
There was a moment before Sam and Wesley looked at each other, eyes wide.
“What?” Chloe growled, impatient.
“This---this says that it’s the symbol of the phoenix.” Wesley whispered in reverence.
Everyone waited for him to continue.
Lois rolled her eyes and groaned in agitation. “Tell us something we don’t know, Nimrod!”
“No, you don’t get it.” Sam was quick to come to a glaring Wesley’s defense. “This isn’t the symbol of a phoenix. It’s the symbol of the phoenix.”
“As in the phoenix?” Chloe was catching on. “The bird?”
“So she’s gone from being the Power’s cow to being the Power’s bird?” Clark asked, confused and not helping the situation at all.
“This is—this is amazing.” Sam whispered as Wesley continued to glare at Lois. “Chloe, according to what I can understand from this text it says that the original phoenix wore this symbol engraved on her skin.”
“Wait.” Cordelia threw her hands up. “I thought the phoenix was a bird.”
“It was.” Lois nodded. “I’m no mythology buff but I watched Harry Potter, and Fawkes was most definitely a bird.”
Wesley winced and placed a hand over his face at Lois’ reference.
“I saw that movie too!” Cordelia grinned. “My favorite part was when Harry’s in the Chamber of Secrets with the basilisk---.
“----and Fawkes comes with Godric’s sword!” Lois finished, just as excited. “That was the best scene of the first movie!”
“I know!” Cordelia agreed full-heartedly, shaking her head. “Though the second best scene had to be---.”
“Enough with that rot!” Wesley lost his patience with his colleague and his Lois. “We’re getting horridly off the topic here!” He turned to Chloe. “Chloe, according to this text the phoenix was originally a female immortal, a pet of the Powers.”
“A pet.” Chloe was not impressed. She was not impressed at all.
“And if I’m reading this correctly---Sam tell me if you interpreted it any differently--,” Wesley hurried to continue. “But the phoenix was stripped of her powers and immortality for a grave sin.”
“She sided with the darkness.” Sam nodded, agreeing with Wesley’s translation. “The power of the phoenix was a great one, it could be dangerous if not controlled, and before it could be used for the darkness the Powers stripped those powers from her and the phoenix became a legend.”
“Wait, I don’t get it.” Clark frowned. “If the phoenix was actually supposed to be a woman, then why is it portrayed as a bird? I mean, Medusa was portrayed as a female and others as well, why change the phoenix?”
“I was wondering the same thing.” Angel admitted, leaning against the wall.
“That isn’t explained here.” Wesley was reluctant to admit, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “But the important thing is that we now have an idea of what that gift the Oracles gave you was.” He paused, most probably or dramatic effect. “They made you the Phoenix.”
“What exactly does that entail?” Lois wanted to know, giving her cousin a curious one-over. “I mean, I see she got the symbol and the enhancement---I think I remember reading once that the phoenix was supposed to be the most beautiful creature alive.”
Clark looked surprised that Lois knew this much. “I thought you didn’t read.”
She glared at him while Wesley gave her a look of horror. “I read, Smallville, I just can’t read those huge volumes of Tolkien and Rowling that you do. I mean, you went through the whole Eragon trilogy in what? A weekend? That’s insane! AND a clear abuse of your superspeed!”
Clark blushed as he ducked his gaze, obviously a little embarrassed by his choice of literature being exposed this way.
“You don’t read?” Wesley finally spoke, eyes on Lois, his voice pure horror.
“I READ!” Lois snapped at him, looking a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. “I’ve read plenty of magazines and some romance books. I’ll have you know that I even tried reading Twilight but it was so damn long!” She folded her arms over her chest and blew at a strand of hair in her face. “I had to get Chloe to read it out loud to me before we went to sleep.” A grin slipped on her face. “For the record, she sucks at doing guys’ voices.”
“This is the thanks I get for straining my voice night after night for her.” Chloe lamented, though there was amusement in her enchanting orbs.
“Okay, you’re all getting off topic again.” Angel reminded, looking amused at them despite it all. “Can anyone come up with a good idea why the Powers that Be would make Chloe the one and only Phoenix?”
“I can’t.” Chloe responded, frown returning to her face, looking between Clark and Lois to see if either had any idea.
“It could be because of your codename.” And yet Lois didn’t seem so sure before pausing, reconsidering. “And I mean, your powers are already kinda similar to that of a phoenix. You have fire, and you can heal.”
“It’s not that.” Clark shook his head, face dark and serious. “It’s because you were going to give up your immortality in exchange for my powers to be returned.”
“What?” Sam snarled, turning to Chloe. The blonde had conveniently forgotten to tell him that part of the story.
“It was all I had to barter with!” She snapped at him, glaring defiantly.
“That’s the only thing that’s been keeping you alive since you were ten!” Sam snapped back, obviously not backing down from this fight.
Chloe shot an accusing glance in Lois’ direction before turning it to Sam. “You’ve been talking to Lois behind my back, haven’t you?”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Wesley threw his hands up in the air. “Immortality?” He turned to Chloe. “I thought you healedwhen you died.”
“Well, the Oracles told her she wasn’t a mortal, that she was immortal.” Lois responded for her cousin. “And they were surprised when she offered to give it up voluntarily for Clark’s full powers to be returned to him. They looked shocked and impressed.”
“So they found what they’d been looking for.” Angel announced, causing everyone to turn to look at him. “They found someone who they felt wouldn’t abuse the powers of the phoenix, and you are now their champion---nottheir pet. You’re fighting for their side, so they won’t have to fear you turning to the darkness.”
Cordelia blinked. “You can be pretty sharp when you’re not brooding, you realize that, right?”
Angel sent a glare in her direction.
Wesley tried unsuccessfully to hide his smirk.
“Well, now that that is solved.” Lois announced, going towards Wesley and throwing her arms around him and grinning at everyone else. “Let’s go have some fun! It’s Chloe’s birthday and I want to celebrate it in style!” She turned to Chloe and winked. “Better pray, lil’ cuz, that with your immortality comes eternal youth, otherwise you’ll be a very old, very wrinkly old woman!”
They spent most of the day going to different places through the sewer system for Angel’s benefit, watching a couple of movies, eating at different places, taking pictures with the disposable cameras both Lois and Cordelia had bought, and when it was evening they went to Caritas.
Sam had been shocked at the difference in the atmosphere in the demon bar. Like Chloe, Lois and Clark his only experiences with demons had been extremely negative at best, and here he was in bar filled with demons who were laughing, and having a good, innocent time cheering those singing.
And, of course, there was Lorne.
The eccentric green demon had greeted everyone heartily and no one (other than Sam) had been surprised when Chloe had thrown her arms around him and they’d hugged. The two had bonded the night before, and while Sam looked uncomfortable and nervous he’d shook Lorne’s hand (who’d called him ‘Sammykins’ and scolded him for putting his ‘apple dumpling’ through so much pain) and even smiled at the green demon when he whispered to him that he’d known they’d get back together.
The group had a great time at Caritas, but it was soon to end as they had to get on their flights later that night. The Fang Gang drove the four visitors to airport and said their goodbies---Lois’ and Wesley’s lasting far longer than everyone else’s since Lois had jumped Wesley, quite literally, and they ended up making out against a wall to the wide-eyed shock of all the people at the airport.
A couple of passengers whispered about the disgraceful show, but most just leered and muttered ‘lucky guy’.
Sam’s plane was leaving first. He had to go directly to Stanford because of some tests and while Chloe understood she wished that he’d been able to go with them to Smallville so she could officially introduce him to her father as her boyfriend.
She smiled at the title before frowning, hugging Sam tightly as his flight was called. “Take care, okay?”
Sam nodded, hugging her tightly as well, not wanting to leave. “You too. You don’t know how this being a ‘champion’ is going to change things for you. Just—be careful.”
“I’m immortal.” Chloe tried to laugh that off, although the thought was uncomfortable for her. “How much trouble can I get myself into?”
Sam groaned, hiding his face in the curve of her neck. “You just had to go and jinx yourself, didn’t you?”
They stayed like that until Sam’s name was called on the speakerphone and they had to part.
“Love you.” Sam mouthed before he boarded the plane.
“Love you.” She mouthed back, hands on the glass between her and him, watching him until he disappeared into the plane.
Chloe sighed and closed her eyes, leaning for forehead against the glass. “Long distance relationships suck.”
“Tell me about it.” Lois grumbled, appearing by her side, Clark on the other.
“Well, I don’t know whether I should feel lucky or not that I’m technically single.” Clark announced before moving so that he was between the girls and throwing his arms around them. “Let’s go find somewhere to sit.”
“You know, I’d forgotten how tedious airports were.” Lois pouted. “I’d gotten used to using the Kent Express.”
Clark sighed as he led them to some seats. “Ah, the good old days.”
Chloe smiled as she looked up at her cousin and best friend.
How much more trouble could they really get themselves into anyway?