Title: Potential Threats
Sequel to: "Visiting The Oracles"
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Smallville, Buffy, Supernatural or Angel.
Summary: Graduation is now behind them and so much has happened since their visit to L.A. Chloe is so close to her finally fulfilling her and Sam's dream of going to be with him in Stanford---and yet never so far away. And finally those vague predictions about Lois' future are about to come true...
A lot had happened since that fateful journey to L.A. Not only had they just celebrated graduation, but things were busier than ever on the champion front.
“What’s the 411 on the situation?” Lois Lane wanted to know, combat boots resting on the armrest of the sofa in the Kent’s loft as she laid down on said sofa, taking up all of its space quite shamelessly.
From where Clark Kent was leaning against the window frame, he raised an eyebrow at her. It’d taken a while for him to get used to only having his superstrength, and was otherwise still getting used to living mostly like a normal human being. awhile he usually was patient about it he could sometimes lose his patience when he’d forget that he couldn’t superspeed or see through things anymore.
“It’s happening to you, Lane.” From where he was sitting on the railing of the loft, Whitney Fordman, the most surprising member of their group, announced with a snort. “Shouldn’t you be the one informing us on the newest developments?”
“Uh, NO.” Lois replied in a ‘duh’ voice. “If I knew what was going on we wouldn’t be calling this meeting.”
Whitney shook his head and looked away, folding his arms over his chest.
Clark looked away from him.
Despite Whitney having unofficially joined their group months ago it was still somewhat tense between Lana’s two exes. Each kinda felt that they’d taken Lana from each other during one time or the other, and while neither werewith the brunette at the moment hurt male ego was still giving them no rest.
Chloe frowned as she looked between Clark and Whitney. They really had to give it a break. Usually they were okay with each other, or indifferent with each other, but right when they’d seem to be getting along together something would happen and they’d act like this.
It was annoying.
She knew that Lana really wasn’t the true reason they fought. Neither seemed more than vaguely annoyed with her newest boyfriend, Adam Knight, but they were constantly bucking heads with each other over the littlest of things---but then they could work like a perfect team the very next minute.
They really needed to get over their petty rivalry.
Each had a valid reason for being on this team.
Clark was a champion, he was going to fight the baddies that came his way. He had to redeem himself for selling his powers and true destiny for Lana’s life, had to redeem himself for the acts that’d led to his life and those of his friends being under divine contract.
And Whitney had soon after finding out about the supernatural lost his father to a demon attack. No one was surewhy it’d happened. It was only because the attack had happened while Chloe was over his house due to the fact that they’d been assigned that evening as study partners for chemistry that she was able to chase the demon away before it could go after Whitney or his mother.
What had worried Chloe the most was that it was the same demon that’d killed Lana. He hadn’t shown his face after taking Clark’s powers in exchange for her life, but he’d come back only to attack the Fordman’s?
And then Whitney had begun to experience change.
He’d withdrawn himself for a whole month, quitting the football team, avoiding his friends, and disappearing before and after school.
Chloe’d begun to worry about him when he’d pulled her into the janitor’s closet while she’d been walking down the hall one day and spilled everything.
He could electrocute things if he lost control of his emotions.
And he was frightened.
Chloe was the only one else he knew who was different, who he’d felt he could trust her with his secret. She’d taken him to Lois and Clark, and they’d vowed to help him—although Clark was more reluctant to do so than Lois.
Chloe had taken Whitney under her wing, teaching him how to control his power and not let it go haywire every time he got mad or felt an extreme emotion. Lois taught him the basics of what they did and of the creatures they’d encountered while doing it. And Clark had taught him how to fight.
Slowly they’d become this odd and not always harmonious family, accepting a curious but wary Whitney into their folds and making him one of them.
There was a connection between them now.
The demon that’d attacked them had attacked him and his family.
They just wished that they knew more about this demon and what he wanted with them.
And now this.
Someone was targeting Lois with deadly design and no one could figure out why. Lois swore that she was sure she hadn’t done anything to offend the ones who’d attacked her, hadn’t even seen anyone like them before they’d attacked them at the Beanery.
“We need to find out before they come and attack you. Again.” Clark announced with a frown. There’d been three attacks so far, and they needed to know who these people were and why they were after Lois.
“Where’s Wesley?” Chloe wanted to know, noting the absence of their fifth and final member.
“I don’t know.” Lois frowned, looking at her watch. “He said he had to check up on something with an old acquaintance of his, and he’s been gone ever since.”
The last yet not least member of their group, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, had joined them some months back after Whitney’s initiation. He’d once worked besides his old friends in L.A., but manipulations and false prophesies had robed Angel of his son and had left Wesley alone in a hospital with a slit throat.
Once Cordelia had called Lois when she and her boyfriend Groo had returned and found out about what’d happened, the young Smallvillian brunette had traveled immediately to L.A. to be besides her boyfriend. She’d arrived a couple of days later with Wesley, who still hadn’t been able to talk because of his injuries, and most of his things.
Gabe had allowed Wesley to stay in the spare bedroom until he found an apartment a week later and Lois moved in with him, causing a scandal and uproar in the high school but since Lois was already almost nineteen at the time they hadn’t really been able to do anything but talk about her.
Also, since Lois really didn’t give a shit about what people thought about her all the rumors had flown over her head and had stopped within weeks once they realized that no matter what they said it didn’t affect her.
Chloe had traveled with Whitney and Clark to L.A. to get the rest of Wesley’s things from his apartment for him while the once Watcher was confined to bed-rest and Lois stayed faithfully by his side taking care of him.
The blonde left Whitney and Clark packing the ex-watcher’s many books and belongings, and had gone straight to the Hyperion---Angel Investigation’s newest office, and gotten the whole story out of Lorne, who now lived there as well due to Caritas being destroyed.
She’d been horrified at the news, and had gone to talk to Angel. The vampire had cried on her shoulder at the loss of his son, but he’d gone cold when she’d mentioned Wesley’s name. The blonde realized that it was still to early to try and heal the wound, so she’d left the vampire alone, had met Groo (the one man who’d been able to get Cordelia to stop ‘hubba hubba-ing’ after Clark) and she’d liked the half demon with the beautiful eyes.
Finally she’d hugged Lorne, nodded goodbye to Fred and Gunn, (two people who’d joined Angel Investigations after her last visit), and returned to help Clark and Whitney take the rest of the things to the airport, surprised to find the two men getting along perfectly well together and even laughing at something when she’d gotten into the apartment.
So Wesley, now strong and healthy once more, had become a member of their group, was their watcher, and admittedly enjoying the busy life one lived when in Smallville.
Also, living with Lois had to be an adventure in itself…
…and that was when mysterious people weren’t trying to kill her.
The sound of footsteps below caught their attention, and Whitney turned slightly on his seat on the railing and smiled down at the person below. “We were just talking about you, Wes.”
“No wonder my ears where burning.” Wesley announced with a small grin at the blonde boy as he hurried up the stairs that led to the loft. “How’s the meeting going?”
“Nowhere.” Lois groaned as she sat up and patted the section next to her. “Tell me that you have some news.”
“Actually, I do.” Wesley’s face was grave as he took in a deep breath and went towards Lois, sitting next to her. “Honey, you’re a potential.”
“A potential what?” Lois asked as he grabbed her hands.
Wesley looked around at all of the people present before returning his gaze to his girlfriend. “Slayer. You’re a potential Slayer.” He hurried on when Lois went still. “The reason you’ve been attacked is because The First Evil is killing all potential Slayers---has been doing so for some while now.”
“How do you know all of this?” Clark asked, pushing away from the wall, concern etched into his every feature.
Wesley turned to look at him with a sigh. “I called an old acquaintance of mine, Rupert Giles. He used to be a watcher for the council as well and while he’s retired he’s still working with the current Slayer, Buffy Summers. I told him about the people who’d attacked Lois and he recognized them as the servants of The First Evil.”
“When you say First Evil…” Whitney paused.
“I mean the First Evil.” Wesley responded. “As in the first evil to ever exist, the root of all evil.”
“The root of all evil wants Lois dead?” Chloe narrowed her eyes. “Because she’s a potential slayer?”
Lois had yet to react to this.
“But Buffy and the other potentials are going to fight them tonight----and she’s warned me of what they’re planning on doing.” Wesley’s grip on Lois’ hands tightened. “To be able to battle the First Evil and the original vampires under it’s power, she plans to use Willow, a witch friend of hers, to awaken every Potential.”
“Awaken?” Whitney frowned, eyes glancing with concern in Lois’ direction. “What does that mean exactly?”
“That means that,” Wesley took in a deep breath. “Every girl who is a potential---or in other words every girl who had the chance of becoming a slayer—no matter how slim that chance may be—will become a slayer. They’ll all become slayers.”
Clark, Whitney and Chloe all shared looks, shocked.
“So you’re telling me.” Lois finally spoke in a soft, emotionless voice. “That after tonight I’m going to become aSlayer?”
Wesley gulped and then nodded, just as worried as everyone else about her reaction to this news.
Lois was silent for a moment before pulling her hands from Wesley’s and getting up, walking towards the stairs, going down wordlessly.
The four remaining shared uneasy looks and followed the young woman down to the bottom part of the barn, watching as she went to stand next to Jonathan Kent’s tractor and sigh as she looked at it.
They didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what questions must be racing through her mind at that very moment.
“Will I be able to lift that?” Lois suddenly asked, voice curious as she stared at the tractor contemplatively.
“Huh?” Wesley asked, confused.
“Slayers are supposed to be really strong, right?” Lois asked, a small smile on her face. “I want to know if I’ll be strong enough to lift the tractor. I saw Smallville do it the other day and I found it wicked cool.”
There was shocked silence.
Chloe and Whitney turned to each other and stared into the other’s eyes before bursting out in laughter, all the tension draining from the atmosphere immediately.
“What?” Lois asked, seeming genuinely confused as to why they were laughing.
Clark sighed and shook his head, folding his arms over his chest as he inhaled, a small smile fighting its way on his face.
Wesley was genuinely perturbed. “Honey, you’re going to be a Slayer. Your destiny will forevermore be to fight evil until your dying days.”
“And that’s different from now how?” Lois asked, leaning against the tractor she’d been observing moments before. “At least this way I have some advantage in fight! Hell, I’m relieved!” She threw her hands in the air. “You’d think that the Oracles and Lorne could have just come out and said in a year I’d turn into a Slayer. Clean, simple, no stress wondering what the hell was going to happen to me.”
Wesley opened his mouth.
Lois continued on. “But do they make life easier for me? No. They go on and on with annoyingly vague predictions of this ‘great change’ that would occur in my life in the near future and yadda yadda freakin’ YADDA.”
Wesley finally closed his mouth, shaking his head, hand on his forehead. “Why do I even bother?” He asked himself, turning his back on Lois and returning up the stairs once more to go lie on the sofa.
Obviously he’d mentally prepared himself for an unsure, nervous, inconsolable Lois and realized that he’d gone through all that mental torture for nothing.
The woman in front of him looked giddy.
“What time do I become super-chick?” Lois called upwards as she hurriedly took the steps two by two, chasing after her mentally exhausted boyfriend and partner.
“Midnight.” Wesley’s tired answer could be heard from the loft.
“Wicked.” Lois could be heard plopping down on the sofa next to him.
Chloe looked up at the loft and closed her eyes, that feeling of resentment and jealousy flaring inside of her once more as she watched them. God, she wished she was like them. Lois had her boyfriend with her, he wasn’t studying, was in the process of opening a bookstore in Smallville, had already bought the store that’d once belonged to Tina Greer’s mom.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was making his life in Smallville because Lois was here.
And Chloe envied her cousin because of it.
The blonde remembered her dreams of graduating from high school and going to Stanford to study journalism and move in with Sam. She’d waited for this moment for two whole years, and now even though she had the acceptance letter under her pillow in her bedroom she wouldn’t be able to realize that dream.
And all because of that dream.
Chloe sighed as she turned away from the others and began to walk away from them, out the door.
She hadn’t told the others about the dream that warned her not to leave Smallville. It was of the Oracles telling her that she was the champion of the Powers and the Powers needed her and the others in Kansas, in Smallville.
She couldn’t leave.
But how can I tell Sam that?
Rounding the back of the barn Chloe leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, trying to keep back her tears.
Sam Winchester had been an angel with her these last two years. He’d been patient and helpful and wonderful. Sure, they’d hardly seen each other face to face in those two years but they’d communicated daily and she felt closer to him than she did anyone else.
They’d both counted down the days until she turned eighteen and could graduate and go to live with him.
So how could she look him in the eyes and tell him she’d be going to MetU instead?
Twisting the promise ring Sam had slaved for two weeks to buy her for her seventeenth birthday, Chloe felt so lost.
“You okay, Chlo?”
She looked up to see Whitney standing close to her side, Clark a little behind him. Both were watching her worriedly.
The blonde tried to give them a brave smile but knew it was watery at best. “Not really.” She finally admitted. “I got accepted into Stanford.”
Whitney and Clark shared confused looks before Clark turned to her and cleared his throat. “Isn’t that what youwanted?”
“I thought so too.” Whitney announced, one blonde eyebrow raised higher than the other. “I thought the big plan was for you to go to Cali to be with that boyfriend of yours.”
“That was the plan.” Chloe nodded, horrified as she realized she was crying.
“Chloe?” Clark whispered, coming towards her and placing his hands on her shoulders. “Is there something you haven’t told us? Did something happen between you and Sam?”
“No. No.” Chloe shook her head and reassured him, wiping at her tears. “Everything with me and Sam is fine.”
“Then what’s wrong?” Whitney asked, leaning against the wall next to her, looking at her in confusion. “Don’t youwant to go to Stanford anymore?”
“God yes.” She nodded, continuing to wipe at her tears. “But I won’t go.” She took in a deep breath. “I applied to MetU and got accepted. I’ll be starting there with the rest of you. Don’t ask me why. It—it’s just something I have to do and all you can do is support me.”
Clark and Whitney exchanged another look before turning to her and nodding silently.
“Thanks guys.” Chloe smiled, though she knew it looked as pitiful as it felt.
Whitney sighed and placed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards him. “Stop crying already.”
She chuckled softly at him and nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Let her cry if she wants.” Clark scolded. “Not everyone is a barbarian like you who doesn’t realize that crying doesn’tmake you weak.”
“She’s not a sissy like you, Kent, who goes to brood in their loft at the tiniest little stubbing of his toe.” Whitney announced, giving Chloe a little squeeze. “This is our fierce and ferocious leader we’re talking about.”
“Fierce and ferocious are basically the same word.” Chloe pointed out as she wiped at another stray tear.
“So you’re doubly fierce.” Whitney didn’t seem very put out with the comment. “Where’s that bitch who kept ‘accidentally’ burning me whenever I’d annoy her by being slow in learning the control over my power?”
She barked out a loud laugh. “It was accidental you brute!”
“Right.” Whitney snorted, a grin growing on his lips.
Clark rolled his eyes at him and yet smiled.
“So, have you guys decided what you’re going to be at the Beanery’s Halloween party this Friday night?” Whitney asked them, grinning charmingly. “I’m seriously thinking about going as a zombie footballer.”
“Couldn’t think up anything more creative?” Clark taunted.
“Dude, it’s better than anything you would go as. Don’t think I don’t remember that valentine’s party you and Lana went to together at school.” Whitney pointed his hand accusingly at the other man. “You went as Romeo. How gaycan you get?”
“It wasn’t gay.” Clark blushed.
Whitney raised an eyebrow at him. “You wore tights. I hate to say it Kent, but it doesn’t get any gayer than that.”
Clark opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, glaring at Whitney, who smirked at his victory.
Chloe sighed as she shook her head at those two.
What would it take for them to get along?
When she got home later that night, Chloe noticed the rental car parked by her dad’s in the driveway and wondered who could be visiting. It’d been a while since her father had entertained friends and he’d been so busy at work in Luthorcorp that she hardly ever saw him.
So it was weird not only to have him home, but to know that he had company.
Curiosity growing in her body, Chloe snuck into the house and followed the voices muffled by the music to the living room. Her father was sitting towards her having a cup of coffee with someone sitting with his back towards her, but she didn’t need to see his face to know who it was.
It was the same man she’d gotten off the phone with a couple hours before.
Chloe froze, unable to believe her eyes.
Gabe saw her and smiled. “Honey, we have company.”
The man in the seat got up and turned, smiling with those beautiful lips of his. “Hey Chlo.”
“Sam?” Chloe whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
Sam grinned tenderly at her, pleased by her shock. “Surprise.”
“Sam!” Chloe cried, finally believing he was there. She forced her body to move and in seconds was across the room and in his arms, holding him as tightly as he was holding her. “Sam.”