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Potential Threats 6/7 
10th-Mar-2009 10:48 am
shadowglove88
Title: Potential Threats
Sequel to: "Visiting The Oracles"
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy/Supernatural/Angel
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley
Rating: T-M
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...


Gasping, Whitney’s eyes widened and he tried to jolt up into a sitting position but realized that this hands and feet were bound…and he was plastered against the ceiling of a cave.

For a moment he was disoriented, confused. How had he gotten himself in this situation?

And then he noticed Adam Knight heaving in one of the darker corners of the cave, something vile and putrid souring the air as the once handsome man bent over, hands around his stomach, as he retched violently.

Disgust flared in Whitney as he realized that someone who was decaying right before his very eyes had captured him. Really, was he that weak and drained that this walking corpse had been so able to disable him?

Then again, the vomit to the face had been a surprise attack, but Whitney couldn’t forgive himself for falling so easily for it.

Knight.” He growled, struggling against his glue-like bonds. “What the hell are you doing with me?”

Adam ignored him until he finished vomiting, straightening as if it were painful, before running his hand under his mouth and looking up at him with a sneer. “They chose you. You should be honored.”

Whitney wasn’t feeling honored at all. “Who are they and what do they want?” It would be better to keep Adam talking and delay whatever it was that was planned.

The one thing that Whitney had learnt after joining the gang was that villains liked to monologue. They could go on and on and on for hours about their plans and how they were going to get away with every single one. Villains’ inability to stop talking once they’d started was really what had given the gang so much time to do what had to be done to defeat the baddie of the week.

“My masters, of course. The Marboli.” Adam announced, looking disgusted that he had to explain this. “They offered me eternal life by their side, and salvation from the apocalypse if I did this for them. And I accepted.”

Whitney frowned. Apocalypse?

His horror must have shown on his face, because Adam chortled before breaking out into violent coughs. Once he was able to stop coughing, Adam cleared his throat and continued. “Yes, I felt the same way when I realized there was an apocalypse on the way. So you see, I did what I had to do to ensure my survival.”

“You call that survival?” Whitney wanted to know, shaking his head. “You’re a dead man standing.”

Adam hissed at him.

Apparently he’d struck a nerve.

“So, you wanna tell me why your ‘masters’ wanted you to vomit on me and plaster me against the roof of a cave?” Whitney wanted to know struggling with his binds subtly, trying to find their weakness.

“The apocalypse is coming and they need to ensure the survival of their eggs.” Adam leaned heavily against the wall, as if desperate to rest but determined not to show it. “I am the guardian of the eggs, and you, you will be the father.”

Whitney froze. “Huh?”

“The Marboli demons are all female.” Adam replied evenly. “They need males of other species to fertilize their eggs.”

Whitney’s eyes widened. “Those fugly bastards were female?” He totally missed the part about fertilization. “I can’t believe it!”

“It is surprising.” Adam chuckled before raising an eyebrow at Whitney. “And apparently your show of power impressed them. The eggs take on the strengths of the father, which is why they chose you.”

Whitney paled, suddenly remembering that part. “Wait a sec. When you say father…”

“Don’t worry Whitney.” Adam sneered. “Marboli demons’ eggs are only fertilized by blood. You won’t have to touch any of the demonesses, I’m just going to slice you open and drain you dry.”

“And to think, for a moment, I was worried.” Whitney muttered to himself. “What about Lana?” He asked when Adam had taken a step towards him. “She obviously couldn’t father these eggs, so why did you try to kill her this morning?”

“So you heard about that.” Adam paused before answering the question. “To obtain eternal life and youth, I need to stab her through the heart with the blade I lost during our little fight, and bathe in her blood.”

“Why her?” Whitney was curious.

“I don’t know.” Adam admitted. “They never specified and I never asked.”

“Oh.” Whitney responded.

Adam nodded and smirked. “Now, if you don’t have any more questions, let’s get right to the killing.”

And then a large boulder flew at him from the right and smashed him against the wall, killing him instantly.

“Talk about being between a rock and a hard place.” Whitney blinked, looking at the Adam-pancake that now oozed blood and other liquids as his body was smashed to smithereens. The blonde turned in the direction the boulder had come from, not surprised to see Clark Kent brushing his hands. “That was anticlimactic.”

Kent looked up at him and grinned. “Hey Whit. How’s it hanging?”

Whitney narrowed his eyes at that. “Funny, Kent. Now get me down.”

“By god.” Wesley announced as he and the others arrived behind Clark, looking up at him. “How the devil did you get up there?”

“Don’t ask me.” Whitney struggled some more, but whatever Adam had used to keep him plastered to the ceiling wasstrong. “Just get me down.”

As Chloe used her fire to burn away the see-through plaster holding him to the ceiling of the caves, Whitney informed everyone of what Adam had told him.

“So that lets us know two things.” Lois announced as Whitney felt the plaster around him beginning to liquefy andmelt at the heat of Chloe’s flames. “One is that the Pink Princess is no longer in danger and can get her ass out of our lives again.” She seemed chirpy at that revelation. “And two there are eggs somewhere in here. We have to find them and destroy them before their mamas realize that their vessel has become a waffle.”

“I agree with Lois.” Wesley nodded, placing an arm around her shoulder without even seeming to realize it, but the look on the Slayer’s face surprised Whitney.

It was elated, as if that little touch from the watcher could make her life so much brighter.

I wonder if there was trouble in paradise.

He suddenly gave a cry as the plaster holding him melted away into nothing and then he was falling through the air----and landing in Clark Kent’s arms.

For a second Whitney was dizzy and disoriented, and then he suddenly realized where he was a gave a little cry, flinging himself out of Kent’s arms as fast as he could.

“Your welcome.” Since when did Clark smirk so much anyway? It was annoying.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Whitney brushed himself off, going to stand next to Chloe. “So, where are Sam, Dean, and Lana?”

Chloe made a face. “Lana obviously wasn’t going to come, Adam did try to kill her after all.” She looked down to her feet. “And right before we left Sam started having a vision.” Worry crossed her green orbs. “Dean offered to stay behind and look after the both of them.”

“You could’ve stayed too you know.” Whitney told her. “I’d have understood it.”

She smiled up at him. “Sam was fine. You weren’t. And I look after my family.”

“You’re such a mama-bear.” Whitney grinned, placing his arm around her and then wincing. Now that the adrenaline was gone from his body he was being reminded of the agony in his muscles and joints from exertion of power. “I think I’m going to faint.”

And then everything went black.

Again.

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They’d found the millions of eggs in a deeper chamber of the cave and Chloe had used her power to set them all on fire. It’d taken a lot of her power to consume the whole chamber, but Lois had kept an arm around her the whole time. The blonde suddenly understood how Whitney must fee. Overexertion was a bitch, and she hardly ever felt it.

But those eggs were strong and durable and it took intense heat to melt through the shells and consume the creatures within.

Clark had taken an unconscious Whitney back to Wes and Lois’, so it was only the latter mentioned who were with the blonde as her knees buckled under her at the exhaustion she was feeling.

They only left once they were sure that all traces of the eggs had been destroyed, and when they were sure they hightailed it out of the caves as quickly as they could. When the mamas found out about what had happened to their eggs they’d be furious. The humans needed to be ready for the counterattack that was bound to happen.

“How are you feeling, Baby Cuz?” Lois asked from the front passenger’s seat of Wesley’s corolla, looking back at her cousin, who was lying on the backseat. “Any better?”

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, yawning. “I’m sleepy and my legs still feel like jelly, but other than that I’m fine.” She sighed. “My powers never used to take so much out of me before like it has this last year.”

“It’s because of the glamour.” Wesley spoke from the driver’s seat.

The girls turned to look at him at that.

“Huh?” Chloe asked.

“The Oracles didn’t change, you. It’s an illusion, a glamour.” Wes’ voice was serious, thoughtful. “Right now, when you were using so much power you nearly fainted, the glamour wore off, it didn’t have enough power to sustain itself. You looked just like you used to. But when you stopped using your power when the eggs were destroyed it returned after some minutes rest.”

“You’re telling me that this glamour is feeding off of my Cuz’s power?” Lois gasped, horrified. “That that is why it’s harder for her to use the same amount of power that she used to without any problems?”

Wesley nodded. “What I’d like to know is why the Oracles thought it necessary to not only cloak her with a glamour, but to use one that would affect her power.”

“Are we going to have to go visit them again?” Lois made a face, obviously not happy with the idea of going to L.A. any time soon.

“I’m not going.” Chloe spoke, closing her eyes. “I’m staying here. There’s a maybe apocalypse in the works, and I can’t waste time wondering about why I look the way I look.”

“But Cuz---.”

“No buts, Lois.” Chloe turned her back on them. “I’m tired. Wake me up when we get home.”

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Somehow she’d known that the trance-like sense of sleep was because they were waiting on her, and when Chloe opened her eyes she wasn’t surprised to find herself in that marble room, standing in front of the Oracles.

“You called?” Chloe asked, folding her arms over her chest.

“As you already know, there is a great evil rising in Kansas.” The male spoke. “You must not leave.”

“You already told me that.” The blonde narrowed her eyes at him. “It could have cost me my relationship with Sam but I was going to stay here.”

“Cost you your relationship with your connection?” The female asked, sounding amused. “Your lives are intertwined now forevermore. Neither will be complete without the other.” The female smiled at her. “You are our champion, we wouldn’t do anything to make you unsatisfied with your position.”

While Chloe wouldn’t admit it, at least not to them, she kinda liked the sound of that. “What about this glamour you put on me? I want it off.”

The entities shared a look before the male spoke. “You wish for us to remove that which makes you desirable to all beings?”

“Uh, yeah.” Why was that so hard to understand. “The only being I want to desire me did so long before you went and made me Malibu Barbie.” She smiled. “I am good enough for him the way I really am, and his opinion is the only one that matters.”

“Throws away eternal life…” The male shook his head.

“Doesn’t wish to be desired by all creatures…” The female seemed just as confused.

“What sort of phoenix are you?” They asked in unison.

Chloe couldn’t help but grin larger. “One who is happy being the way she is. I don’t need guys being attracted to me, I have Sam. He’s the only person I need—I want.”

The Oracles shared a look.

“And anyway, the glamour is doing something to my powers. Admit it.” The blonde challenged them with her eyes to contradict that. “You didn’t just put it on me because you thought I needed a makeover. There was another reason.”

They were silent.

“Look, the jig is up.” She folded her arms over her chest, waiting. “Confess.”

The male sighed, turning to look at her. “You speak the truth---the cloak we placed upon you not only changed your physical appearance but it also changed your signature.”

“Signature?” Chloe blinked, confused.

“Every magical being and creature has his or her own magical signature, something that differentiates you---like a human’s fingerprint.” The female explained. “And the phoenix---the phoenix’s is the rarest, most sought after signature of them all. Cloaked your signature is weak, and only those in close vicinity will feel you, but if the cloak is removed---.”

“Everyone will know the phoenix has returned.” The male finished. “She is a coveted prize, for the light or the darkness.”

“’She’ doesn’t like being referred to as a ‘prize’.” Chloe interjected before running her fingers through her hair and sighing. “You’re telling me that the glamour---or cloak---was to keep something big and bad from noticing me.” Her eyes narrowed. “The big bad thing that’s going to try cause the apocalypse?”

The male looked away, refusing to speak, and yet the female nodded.

“Then you’re definitely going to remove this glamour.” And she was serious. “If the big bad comes after me we’ll finally have an idea of what we have to fight.”

“This idea is that of a fool.” The male sneered. “Bringing him to you.”

“What sort of champion would I be if you had to protect me?” Chloe wanted to know, getting annoyed. “And I won’t be alone. I have the others as well. And no one can defeat us when we’re together.”

The male scoffed.

The female smiled and reached out her hand towards Chloe. Closing her fist around something unseen she gave a jerk, and Chloe felt as something came flowing off of her.

The male shook his head. “You better know of what you do.”

“Thank you.” Chloe smiled, knowing that the glamour was gone.

“Good luck, phoenix.” The female bade her farewell.

And then Chloe woke up.

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Sam Winchester was in desperate need of a whole bottle of Advil. His head was killing him and throbbing, and only now did he realize how much pain Chloe had taken away from him the first time he’d had a vision.

“Dude, as soon as they get here I’m outta here.” Dean announced, pacing the room like a caged lion. “I need to get to dad and find out what he knows about all of this. He has to know something. You saw him in your freaky vision thingy.”

Sam nodded, pressing the icepack he’d gotten from Wes’s fridge harder against his throbbing head. He didn’t like thinking about what he’d seen, but he knew that he was going to have to relive it to tell the others.

God, he wasn’t even sure what he’d seen.

All he remembered was fire, and screams, and faces like his father’s---and glowing yellow eyes in the darkness. There were many other elements that had just gone by too fast for him to notice, but he knew that if he sat down and tried to concentrate on it he’d be able to make them out.

The sickness in his stomach wished that he wouldn’t, though.

He remembered seeing everyone in the Smallville Gang, remembered his brother, remembered seeing Gabe and the Kents, seeing---seeing Chloe.

But what?

What had those images meant?

“Dude, I’m fine. Stop following me around!” The door opened and slammed shut behind Whitney and Clark.

Sam stood up. “Where’s everyone else?”

“What happened to your head?” Whitney wanted to know, raising an eyebrow.

“Vision.” Dean pointed in his brother’s direction.

“Oh.” Whitney responded.

“Where’s Chloe?” Sam asked the question he was really trying to say the first time.

Clark smiled. “She’s fine. This one over here fainted so I brought him in my truck while the others stayed behind to take care of the eggs.”

“I did not faint.” And yet Whitney was suspiciously red. “I collapsed from overexertion.”

“You fainted.” Clark laughed.

Whitney growled and sent a jolt of electricity at the large farmboy.

Clark winced at the pain but was still laughing.

Whitney threw his hands in the air, growled, and marched passed a wide-eyed Lana, who’d been sitting by the window and watching everyone in silence.

Clark chuckled at the blonde until he disappeared into the kitchen, then Clark turned to Lana. “You’re safe now.”

The brunette stood quickly. “Adam?”

Clark winced. “Dead.”

Sadness flittered across Lana’s eyes but then she nodded. “Okay.” She then hesitated. “When--? I should wait until Wesley comes back. He—he was very good to me and I should thank him---.”

“I doubt that’s a good idea, Lana.” Whitney announced as he returned from the kitchen with a bottle of pop. “I don’t think it’s a good idea that any of us be here when Lane and Wes return.”

“Why not?” Lana asked primly.

“Because, Lan,” Whitney announced, looking pointedly at his ex-girlfriend. “After a slay they get horny.”

Lana’s eyes widened and she went red in the face.

Clark choked on air.

Dean leered.

Sam wondered what Whitney was up to. It was obvious that the blonde was telling Lana this for a reason, but the younger Winchester just couldn’t figure out what.

“Especially since they made up.” Whitney continued saying after having taken a sip of the drink. “I mean, they’re ridiculously all over each other while they’re fine, but when they make up? Wow.”

Lana looked down at her feet.

And Sam suddenly realized what the blonde was doing.

And Sam was shocked.

“I never saw anyone who loved each other more than those two.” Whitney continued as if nothing. “And I’d pity the idiot who thought that he or she could get in between them. Wes would probably hex the poor bastard or Lois wouldbeat the shit out of any girl who thought she could touch Wes.”

Lana winced.

Sam was amused.

Who knew that Whitney, who did all he could to make people think that he could hardly stand Clark and Lois, would do his best (in his own way) to make sure that Lois’ relationship wasn’t going to be preyed upon by a third party?

“Why don’t Kent and I drop you off wherever you have to go?” Whitney asked, placing an arm around her shoulders and already leading her out. “I have to go back to work, so does he, and the Winchesters can wait for Chloe in Sam’s apartment.” He waved by to them as he and Lana passed a silent Clark.

“I—I guess.” Lana whispered, pouting slightly as her ex-boyfriend walked her out of the apartment.

Clark looked after them and followed.

Dean turned to Sam and shook his head. “Really. Those two are confusing.”

Sam laughed. “How about we go to my apartment?”

“Alright.” Dean sighed. “Though I would have loved to see that ‘making-up’ session that kid was talking about.”

Sam laughed harder as they made their way out of Lois and Wes’ apartment.

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Dean Winchester had a lot to think about as he and his dear Impala drove out of Smallville, Kansas. When he’d arrived he’d thought to come check up on his brother, find out why he’d left Stanford, and then be on his way. Sammy wasn’t even supposed to know that Dean had come, and yet all of this had happened.

His world had been turned upside down with the addition of Oracles and Powers that be and upcoming Apocalypses.

Come on.

APOCALYPSES!

Really, only Sammy would leave his father and brother to live a ‘normal’ life and end up being the connection to the powers that be for his champion girlfriend.

She was a nice girlfriend though. Even with that glamour off of her Chloe Sullivan was beautiful, and what was more important, she was completely in love with his baby brother---as Sam was with her.

It was obvious in the way they looked at each other----in the desperation in their eyes as they searched the other to make sure they were fine.

Dean smiled as he remembered the way they’d hugged when Chloe had returned to the apartment, un-glamoured and sore from excess use of her powers. Sam had taken one look at her, made sure she was fine, and then taken her into his arms and kissed her for what she was worth---which was apparently a lot.

Dean’s smile grew.

His brother was happy.

And that was all Dean had ever wished for in life.

Though, an apocalypse could very well ruin that for him.

Sighing, Dean tried his father’s number again. He needed to get into contact with the elusive John Winchester and talk face to face with the man who knew more about the paranormal and supernatural than anyone else Dean had ever met.

The phone rang and rang, and right before it went to the voicemail once more, it clicked on. “Dean?”

Dean’s eyes widened in surprise that he’d actually gotten a hold of his father. “Dad.” He cleared his throat, his voice deepening with the seriousness of the situation. “You and me? We gotta talk.”

 


Comments 
10th-Mar-2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
loved this chapter!

Whiteny ♥
10th-Mar-2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
lol, Whitney is winning people over!
10th-Mar-2009 10:38 pm (UTC)
This was the perfect thing to help alleviate the boringness that is studying Canadian History. I so loved Whitney putting Lana in her place, would have been better if she was smacked around a little first but I can deal *grins* I can't wait for John to enter the story!
10th-Mar-2009 11:46 pm (UTC)
When you say 'smacked around' you mean by LOIS, right? Because I don't see Whitney EVER 'smacking' Lana or Clark LETTING him.
11th-Mar-2009 12:20 am (UTC)
Of course I mean Lois *grins*

Way I see it: if Whitney had just waited a little bit, Lois would have come home and smacked Lana for still being there and then Whitney could give his "no one can come between Lois and Wes" speech.

That would have been sweet *grins*
10th-Mar-2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
lol loved this. the way whitney wared lana off of wes was very funny . loved how much dean saw the love between chloe and sam . PPMS
10th-Mar-2009 11:48 pm (UTC)
Yeah, a couple of people kinda wanted some chlean, and while my first winchester/sullivan love was CHLEAN I wanted a story with only CHLAM this time, so, yeah. Dean loves the CHLAM in this story, lol
11th-Mar-2009 08:07 am (UTC)
They rescued Whitney. Love his mama bear comment but what I loved more was Whitney telling Lana off for trying to come between Wes and Lois.

Dean turned to Sam and shook his head. “Really. Those two are confusing.”

He's talking about Clark and Whitney, right?? And seriously, just hook them up already!!!

Ohhh, is papa Winchester making an appearance???

GRRrrrr!! *pouts* I want the dirty celebration!!! *stomps foot* Now!! Please???
11th-Mar-2009 12:31 pm (UTC)
When I first added Whitney to this not a lot of people liked him or were sure of him, but thankfully now everyone does. lol
28th-Dec-2009 08:11 am (UTC)
Yeah, never get between Wesley and Lois. XD I like that John answered his phone at the end. Seems fairly appropriate.
28th-Dec-2009 08:17 am (UTC)
Lana needed to hear that. She CAN'T have every guy she wants. *well, cannonly she CAN...but not in MY world!*
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