Title: Double Double Toil And Trouble
Sequel to: Potential Threats
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley, some Clark/Whitney
Disclaimer: I own none of the fandoms mentioned above
Summary: They were all expecting an apocalypse...THIS really wasn't what they had in mind. For no explainable reason everyone in Smallville is acting insane...and Chloe and Clark seem to be the only ones unaffected. And what does LANA have to do with all of this?
Note: Due to the situation in this story, the characters will be VERY ooc, it's intentional. Just enjoy it. lol
NOTE: This is the End. Hope you Enjoy It.
When they found Lana, she was in the Beanery, looking around at the people with scared eyes. Those eyes widened when she noticed Chloe and Clark walking in through the door.
“Tell me you’re not affected by this too!”
“By what?” Chloe asked as she and Clark walked around a midget walking on his hands and talking backwards. “Do you know what’s going on?”
Lana looked down, sitting down as well. “I might.”
“Lana…” Clark sat down. “Whitney just kissed me. You’re going to tell me what you told him and what you know about this.”
Lana’s eyes widened. “Kissed?”
“We will never be able to look at each other again after this day.” Clark replied gravely, leaning over the table. “So you’re going to tell me what’s going on.”
Chloe sat down next to Clark, feeling impressed with his attitude and take charge-ness.
Lana looked down at her hands. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t. I didn’t know the spell was real!”
“Spell?” Chloe asked, frowning.
“This guy gave it to me last night.” Lana looked up, gaze pleading for them to believe her. “I was out by myself and he appeared out of nowhere and told me that if I did this spell it’d change my life and make my will be done.”
“Your will?” Clark asked.
“I know, I know—but it sounded exciting.” Lana admitted. “I thought it was a joke but I did it anyway. Nothing happened. I was disappointed and I began just saying things, angrily. I said Smallville was a freak town filled withfreaks---and look at this place now!”
Chloe blinked, suddenly getting this. “What did you say to Whitney? What did you think or say about our friends?”
Lana blushed, lowering her gaze. “I ran into Whitney this morning and he realized somehow that I had something to do with this. Said I had a guilty expression on my face. I told him to stop babying me and trying to tell me what to do. That we weren’t going out together and he was suffocating me like Clark used to do.” She sent Clark a guilt look before continuing. “Then I said he and Clark would be perfect for each other.”
“Thus the kiss.” Clark groaned, leaning his forehead against the surface of the counter. “You have him believing we’re ‘perfect for each other’. Great.”
“What about Lois and Wesley?” Chloe pressed on.
“Lois and Wesley?” Lana blinked, eyes going wide. “Is she really running off to join a convent?”
“So you do have something to do with that.” Chloe groaned, tired. “What did you wish for, exactly?”
“Well, I, uh, I was thinking about Wesley and I thought it’d be nice for Lois to join a convent and for him to be free and ready for love again.” Lana admitted, blushing in shame.
“Lana.” Chloe was deadly serious. “What about Sam?”
“Sam?” And then Lana’s eyes widened. “Oops.”
“Did you see him after you went to talk to Whitney?” Chloe pressed.
“Yeah, I was looking for Wesley actually.” Lana admitted. “But Sam was in the store, and I said I only wanted to talk to Wesley but Sam said that I should just ‘give it up’ and leave Wesley alone---as if I was stalking him or something.” She pouted. “So I told him he should worry about his own relationship. You could leave him at any time if you wanted and he wouldn’t realize it because he was too busy worrying about everyone else.”
Now it was Chloe’s time to groan as she joined Clark in resting her forehead against the surface of the table.
“I’m sorry.” Lana’s voice was soft and repentant. “I didn’t mean for all of this to happen! I only want things to go back to the way they were before.”
“Do you still have the spell with you?” Chloe asked.
Lana nodded and reached into her pocket, pulling out a crumbled piece of paper.
Chloe took it in her hand and read it silently.
Harken all ye elements, I summon thee now. Control the outside, control within. Land and sea, fire and wind. Out of my passions, a web be spun. From this eve forth, my will be done. So mote it be.
“So this is causing all the trouble.” Chloe sighed. “Do you know what the counterspell for it is?”
“Counterspell?” Lana whispered.
“Great.” Clark whined from where he was still leaning his forehead against the table.
“What about the guy who gave this to you?” Chloe asked, looking up from the piece of paper. “Who was he?”
“I don’t know.” Lana made a face. “I’d never seen him before in my life.”
“You’re telling me you took this and performed a spell given to you a by a stranger?” Clark gasped, finally looking up at Lana. “You should know better than anyone else not to do something like this!”
“I didn’t think it would really work!” Lana defended.
“Then why the hell did you do it in the first place?” Clark snapped for probably the first time ever at her.
Lana’s eyes widened in shock as she leaned back against her seat.
“Down boy.” Chloe placed a hand on Clark’s chest and pushed him back before turning to Lana once more. “Why didn’t you think of anything about me and Clark?”
“I did.” Lana pouted. “I thought Clark needed to find a nice girl to settle down with and that you should marry Sam and stop living in sin. People in this town talk, you know.”
Chloe and Clark exchanged looks.
“So we’re immune?” Clark asked, before turning to Lana. “Think that I should only know how to speak French or something.”
Lana seemed surprised by the request, but took in a deep breath and did as told. “Clark, you should only know how to speak French.”
Chloe hoped to hell that Clark was immune because how was she going to communicate with him if he wasn’t? She didn’t know a word of French!
Clark took in a deep breath and spoke. “Hello, my name is Clark---I’m immune.”
Chloe sighed in relief. “I’m not going to question this, but since I’m not dying to dress in white and picking out churches and flowers, I’m going to say that I’m immune too.” She turned to Lana. “We need to find a counterspell, and since Wes is out of the question…” She paused. “I know what to do.”
They’d gone to Clark’s loft because it was the only safe place to go. Clark’s home wasn’t even safe any more with Mrs. Kent redecorating the place with mirrors everywhere. They’d made a pit stop at Wes and Lois’ apartment, and had entered easily since Wes had left the front door open in his haste to get to Lois.
Chloe had found what she was looking for and they’d hurried to Clark’s loft, where Lana was sitting on the sofa shivering (she had been killed here), Clark was looking out of the window, and Chloe was nervously tapping her foot against the floor.
The reason she’d gone to Wes’ apartment was because she was looking for his little black book. The one with all his contact numbers. If there was anyone else who might know about spells it would be this Rupert Giles fellow that Wes always talked about and called when he was in a fix.
The phone rang and rang…
And then a female spoke. “Hello?”
Chloe frowned. “I’m sorry, I think I dialed the wrong number.”
“Well, actually, this isn’t my phone.” The voice sounded cheerful. “Are you looking for Giles?”
“Yes, I am!” Chloe sighed, relieved. “My name is Chloe Sullivan, and I’m a friend of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce’s.”
“Oh! You’re the phoenix!” The girl exclaimed in surprise. “I’m the witch---er---Willow. Wesley told Giles all about what’s going on over there and he’s told me and the others. How are you doing? Well, obviously something is wrong if you’re calling here and Wesley isn’t. Oh Hecate. Did something happened to Wesley?”
Chloe blinked. That girl could put down a ramble! “Um, well, you’re a witch?”
“Only evil once---don’t worry. I’m reformed now and completely un-veiny.”
Chloe blinked again. “Uhm, no that’s not why I’m asking. It’s just that you’re actually probably the best person I could be talking to right now.”
“Oh. You having problems with an evil witch over there?” Willow asked, sounding intrigued.
“More like an incompetent one.” Chloe sighed, leaning against the wall. “Someone gave a spell to a friend of mine and for some reason she cast it last night. And today everything she says is coming true.”
There was a pause. “Everything she says?”
“Yeah.” Chloe blinked. “Do you know about the spell?”
“It wouldn’t start with harken all ye elements, would it?” The voice sounded sheepish.
“Yes! It does!” Chloe nodded, pulling out the piece of paper and looking at it excitedly. “So you do know about it!”
“Do I ever.” Willow sighed. “It’s called a Force of Will spell, I cast it some years ago and the world went insane in Sunnydale.”
“That’s great.” Chloe smiled. “It means you know the counterspell.”
“Yeah, I do actually. Do you have a pen or something?”
“Hold on a second.” Going to the books that she’d left the night before, Chloe pulled out a pen and readied it over the paper. “Okay.”
“It goes like this.” Willow took in a deep breath. “Let the healing power begin. Let my will be safe again. As these words of peace are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken.”
Writing them down, Chloe spoke them back to Willow to make sure they were right. “Okay, so Lana has to say this?”
“If she cast it, then she has to remove it.” Willow paused. “Why isn’t Wesley calling about this situation?”
“Well, Lana wanted him to be free to love again, so he’s probably around somewhere trying to seduce as many girls as he can---something that Lois will probably kill him for once she comes back from the convent.”
There was a pause.
“That sounds like a day in our lives as the Scooby Gang.” Willow sounded wistful.
Chloe smiled, liking Willow. She was different, like her.
“Did you hear about L.A. yet? Or have you been too busy with the chaos?”
“What happened to L.A?” Chloe frowned, her stomach doing somersaults in fear as she thought of her friends there.
“Gone?” Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
“The official story is that something blew up or something like that.” Willow sounded disgusted. “But we know the truth from Harmony, a vampire who escaped before it happened. She said that Angel and the others took a stand against the Senior Partners at Wolfram and Hart and they took their revenge against them by plunging the whole place into a hell dimension.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “What? We have to help them! We have to-.”
“It’s their battle, Chloe.” Willow surprised her by saying. “We’re all champions chosen to battle the evil around us, they have theirs, we have ours, and from what Whitney’s been telling Giles, you have your first apocalypse coming your way too. You have to trust that Angel, Cordy and the others are strong enough and worthy to bare the title of champions. You need to fight your own fight and leave them to theirs.”
Chloe took in a deep breath, knowing the truth in those words and yet still battling the desire to forget everything and head towards what was the remains of L.A. “You’re right.” She sighed. “They can defeat whatever the Senior Partners throw at them.” The blonde then paused before asking: “Any words of wisdom from an apocalypse veteran for a newbie scared outta her wits?”
Willow chuckled slightly. “Stay together as a team. Evil can never win if you all fight together. No matter how strong it is.”
“Thanks.” Chloe smiled.
“Has---has the craziness been too crazy?” Willow suddenly asked.
“Uhm, yeah. Even for Smallville standards.”
“Well, okay, add this line to the spell, after the ‘let my will be safe again’, part. I made it up myself.” She sounded proud as she cleared her throat. “’All the damage now undo, make today day seem anew.’ It’ll make everyone who was under the spell forget what they’ve done or that they were bewitched in the first place. It’s better for you to do that considering the whole town is under the spell.”
“Thanks Willow!” Chloe grinned. “You’re a life saver!”
“I know, I know.” Willow laughed. “Call me when things are back to normal again and let me know how it went.”
“Sure, I definitely will.” Chloe promised. “Thank you again. Bye.”
“Bye.” And with that Willow hung up.
Chloe did the same, going towards Lana and passing her the piece of paper.
Lana looked at it and shook her head. “No way, I’ve done enough spells to last me a lifetime.”
“The spell can only be removed by the one who cast it.” Chloe informed her, eyes narrowed. “You brought this on the whole town, luckily with this spell no one will remember it ever happened.”
“They won’t?” Clark asked, turning to look at them from the window.
Chloe shook her head. “My gist is that it’ll seem like they just woke up. Whatever they’ve done up till this moment will be blurry like a dream that’s forgotten the moment you wake up in the morning.”
There was a moment’s silence and then Clark nodded. “Okay. That’s actually a good thing.”
“So take it.” Chloe frowned at Lana.
The brunette took in a deep breath and took the piece of paper from her, reading it slowly. “Let the healing power begin. Let my will be safe again. All the damage now undo, make today day seem anew. As these words of peace are spoken, let this harmful spell be broken.”
At first there was nothing.
They waited for a thunderclap, a jolt of lightning through the sky, something, but nothing happened.
“Did it work?” Lana finally broke the silence and asked, voice squeaky.
The sound of the door to the Kent home opened and they rushed to the window to see Martha Kent stumbling out of the house, looking around her, clearly dazed.
“Mom?” Clark called.
She looked up at him, frowning, perturbed. “Clark Kent---why is our house full of mirrors and where is your father?”
Chloe and Lana joined in with relief.
Everything had gone back to normal.
“I was about to take my vows when the spell wore off.” Lois complained later that night as they congregated in her living room. “I can’t believe Lana did all of that! I almost became a nun because of her. A nun!” She paused. “I’m not even catholic!”
Clark and Chloe exchanged amused glances.
“I don’t understand why Ms. Lang would take a spell from a total stranger and perform it.” Wesley frowned, sitting next to his girlfriend. “Common sense dictates that that isn’t the smartest course of action.”
Lois snorted, saying something unfriendly about Lana under her breath.
Whitney frowned. “So Lane wanted to join a convent, Wesley began chatting up every girl he came in contact with, Sam became an insecure piece of blubber, Mrs. K fell in love with herself and Mr. K fell in love with Nell.” He shook his head. “What about me? What did I do?”
Clark suddenly found his nails interesting.
Chloe decided to take pity on both boys. “You developed an unhealthy fascination with shoes.”
Whitney’s eyes widened. “Huh?”
“Yep.” Chloe nodded. “You were smelling them and caressing them and---.”
“Shoes?” Whitney gasped. “I can’t believe it! Thank god I don’t remember anything about when I was under that spell.” He shook his head. “Shoes.”
Clark sent a relieved expression in Chloe’s direction, and the blonde returned it with a wink.
Sam noticed it and the look he sent Chloe promised that he was going to get the truth out of her later on tonight.
She just smiled innocently at him.
“But what about the guy who gave Ms. Lang the spell in the first place?” Wesley asked, fixing his glasses. “Obviously he intended for all of this to happen. But why?”
“I think it was a distraction.” Chloe responded, having wondered the same thing as well. “Someone didn’t want us finding out about what was going down in L.A. They didn’t want us going to help the others. They wanted us here.”
“Question is…” Sam frowned. “Which side wanted us here.”
“Good question.” Clark nodded. “Sure the spell caused chaos---but no one was really hurt. The PTB or some dark power might have cast it---and we’re never going to know.”
“Well, we can’t let ourselves get played so easily next time.” Chloe stood up. “We knew something was going to happen, is happening, and yet this caught us unawares. We weren’t ready for a spell cast by a witch wannabe. How can we be ready for an apocalypse?”
“She’s right.” Whitney sighed. “We’re completely unprepared.”
“If anything, this has served us as a warning. We need to get prepared. We need to be ready.” Chloe told them, face serious. “We’re champions. And we have an apocalypse to stop. It mightn’t happen today, next week, month---hell, the apocalypse mightn’t happen until years in the future, but we have to be ready for it when it does happen.”
Clark nodded. “And we will be.”
“Hell yeah.” Whitney agreed.
“No matter what, we’ll do this.” Sam stood along with Chloe. “And we’ll do it together.”
Chloe smiled as Sam said that, placing his arm around her waist, and she remembered the words Willow had told her earlier that day. “We have to grow stronger together as team, stronger than we already are. We’re all one, and evil will never be able to defeat us if we’re together. No matter how strong it is.”
“Here here!” Wesley agreed, the others joining in with him, cheering.
Chloe smiled and leaned into Sam, breathing in his scent. She knew that it was only the beginning of their real trials and tribulations, but as she looked at the smiling faces of her family and loved ones, she knew deep in her heart that her words were true.
No matter what evil threw at them in the future, monsters, dangers, apocalypses, they were going to be fine as long as they stayed together.
And they would.
She pitied whatever evil was to come up against them.