Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Smallville/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Angel, onesided Chloe/Sam, onesided Buffy/Giles, Cordelia/Dean
Discliamer: Don't own the characters or shows mentioned
Summary: When Chloe's father moved to Sunnydale he planned on forcing Chloe to have a safe, normal life...course, that's gonna be hard now that she's living on a Hellmouth and has some mysterious psychic connection with its mystic energies.
“This is madness.” Giles hissed at Buffy, who was wearing her old high school’s cheerleading outfit and waving the pompoms in his face.
Chloe had known the Watcher wouldn’t take the news of Buffy wanting to join the cheerleading squad good at all, she’d known it, and she’d warned Buffy too. The Slayer had been either too damned optimistic or stubborn when she’d said he wouldn’t give her any trouble.
“So, what’s with World War III?” Sam asked as he entered the library, sans Dean, who was most probably still flirting up a storm with every girl in Sunnydale High. The younger Winchester sat down next to Chloe, put his backup up on the table, and made a face, scrunching up his nose. “What’s Buffy wearing?”
“You are the Slayer, lives depend upon you!” Giles announced, beginning to pace the library floor. “I make allowances for your youth, but I expect a certain amount of responsibility instead of which you enslave yourself to this---this—cult!”
“You know, most men would be too busy ogling my fine wares to argue over something like this.” Buffy was pouting and glaring at Giles.
“Well, you should be glad that I am most definitely not most men and that I wouldn’t ogle a teenaged student who is under my care and guidance.” Giles sniffed, sounding a bit insulted, taking his glasses off and wiping them.
Buffy’s frown grew darker.
Chloe looked from Watcher to Slayer and back, not blaming Buffy at all for the crush she refused to admit having on Rupert Giles. The young Sullivan mightn’t admit it to anyone else either, but she too was somewhat attracted to Giles.
It was most definitely his knowledge, knowledge that only came from years of extensive studying and learning and dedication.
The fact that he was incredibly good looking also contributed to the crush, of course.
“Buffy’s trying out for the cheerleading squad.” Chloe filled Sam in as Giles tried to appeal to Buffy’s common sense, and Buffy continued to be stubborn. “Apparently she was the captain of the squad from her old school and she misses it.”
Sam scratched behind his head. “Wouldn’t that take time out from Slayer training?”
“Thus Giles’ refusal to give his blessing.” Chloe replied.
Sam nodded, finally up to date on the situation.
“I forbid you to tryout.” Giles announced imperiously.
A slow smirk formed on Buffy’s face and she took a taunting step forwards. “And you’re going to stop me, how?”
Giles frowned slightly, obviously not having thought that far in his plan.
Chloe giggled and shook her head, turning her back on them and giving an equally amused Sam her full attention. “So, where’s Dean?”
Sam looked a little embarrassed. “The gym. Everyone’s getting ready to do the tryouts and it’s where he scopes for potential victims.”
“Potential---?” Chloe then snorted. “You’re mean.”
“Well, it’s not like he stays with them after they---.” Sam then blushed and lowered his gaze, realizing what he was saying, and towho. “Uhm, yeah, you know what I mean.”
Chloe sniggered, getting up as Buffy turned with a growl and stomped out of the library, obviously heading towards tryouts. The shorter blonde turned to where Giles was muttering to himself, shaking his head, and then looked at Sam. “Wanna come with?”
The brunette nodded and stood, shouldering his backpack once more and they spoke about the quiet week they’d had. Not one vampire had been sighted and while they were glad they were also worried that it meant the Master was planning something and needed all of his arsenal with him.
Sam and Chloe entered the gym and noticed Dean right away. The elder Winchester was grinning broadly, surrounded by girls in cheerleading outfits, looking completely in his element.
“So, are you twins?” Chloe asked, sending Sam a sideways glance. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you two look nothing alike, but you’re brothers and you’re the same age and in the same year at school.”
“We’re half brother’s, actually.” Sam admitted, not noticing a blonde eyeing him with a smile, his blue/green eyes on Chloe. “Our dad was something of a Casanova back then and got our moms knocked up at the same time. Dean’s older by two months though.”
“Oh.” Chloe blinked.
Sam nodded. “My mother died in a fire when I was six months old so I went to live with dad then, and Dean was already living with him because his mom had been murdered some months before when some colleague went on a shooting spree in her office, so we grew up like whole brothers and it’s fun. Even if he’s a complete jerk most of the time.”
Chloe smiled at the brotherly love in Sam’s voice as he spoke about Dean. “I always wanted a brother or sister, but my mom left dad and I when I was young. Dad never even thought to find someone else.”
Now that she thought about it, all of them came from a broken home with only one parent active in their lives.
“Okay, everyone listen up!” The head cheerleader announced.
Buffy looked up from where she’d been warming up.
“We should sit on the stands.” Sam announced, leading Chloe towards them.
“We’re going to start with Amber Grove.” The head cheerleader announced, reading the name from her notepad. “If you’re not auditioning, move off the floor.”
“Hey Sam.” The blonde that’s been staring at him arrived at their side as they sat.
“Amy.” Sam gave her a friendly smile. “Wow, you look great. Did you lose weight?”
“Had to.” She smiled brilliantly at him before sitting down by his side. “What have you been up to?”
“Nothing much,” Sam’s gaze slid to Chloe and then back to Amy. “This is Chloe.”
Chloe smiled and reached her arm across him. “Nice to meet you.”
Amy smiled back. “Nice to meet you too.”
Sam waited for them to pull back before turning to the newcomer. “So, from the getup I’m guessing you’re doing a tryout. I didn’t know you wanted to be a part of this.”
“Yeah, well, I wanted to try something different.” Amy announced.
The music for Amber’s routine started and everyone turned to look at the girl.
Everyone except Dean, of course, who was still surrounded by girls and loving every moment of it.
“Wow, she’s good.” Chloe whispered, eyes wide as the Amber girl danced a very energetic routine filled with flips and twists and backhand stands that seemed to defy everything Chloe thought plausible when it came to the way the human body could (or should) move.
Sam looked a little bored before he suddenly narrowed his eyes and leaned forwards. “What’s that stuff all around her?”
Chloe frowned and narrowed her eyes, realizing what Sam had picked up on. It was faint, growing stronger. It was… “Is that…smoke?”
Amber suddenly screamed, stopping her routine, and dropping her pompoms as her hands spontaneously combusted into flames.
Everyone stood, people screaming.
Buffy moved into action.
Sprinting up the bleachers she pulled down one of the banners for the school’s basketball team and hurried back down. Tacking Amber to the floor she used the banner to put out the fire.
Dean and Sam rushed forwards to help Buffy while people screamed for teachers, for the principle, for 911.
Chloe got up and found herself moving away from the scene, found her feet taking her to the library. She knew that she should care a bit more if Amber was okay, but she didn’t see how fussing over the girl like everyone else was would help the situation.
The girl had spontaneously combusted.
And Chloe doubted that was something the girl did every other Monday.
“Giles!” She called, seeing him poke his head out from the back aisle. “When someone spontaneously combusts in a school on the Hellmouth, you can consider that not a norm, right?”
Giles’ eyes widened comically as he quickly hurried forwards, still holding the books he’d been putting away when she’d arrived. “Someone spontaneously combusted?”
Chloe pulled out a chair for herself and told him what had happened.
“Spontaneous human combustion is rare, very rare, and scientifically unexplainable.” Giles announced, sitting down next to her and placing the books on the table. “But there have been cases for hundreds of years.” He paused. “Usually all that’s left is a pile of ashes.”
“That’s all that would have been left if Buffy hadn’t been there.” Chloe rubbed her fingers against the palms of her hands, somewhat nervous. “The fact that we have no idea what caused it, if it’s something in her or something lighting people on fire at random, is notcomforting.”
“But that’s the thrill of living on the Hellmouth.” Giles announced, leaning towards her, grin on his handsome face. “There’s a veritablecornucopia of fiends and devils and ghouls to engage.”
Chloe did her best to remind herself that she should not be sighing dreamily at her school librarian. “I told my friend something like that about Smallville. He looked at me like I was an idiot. Or insane.”
Giles smiled, leaning back on his seat. “I do believe that if I had spoken such in front of Buffy, Dean and Sam they would have looked at me quite the same way. It’s just that they don’t understand, and they are still children so I don’t expect them to but---.”
Chloe grinned. “Are you calling me old?”
“Heavens no.” Giles chuckled. “But it is like you have an old soul, Miss Sullivan. It might be this connection you have with the energies of the Hellmouth---something I am still looking into, by the way.”
“I happily volunteer to do research.” Chloe declared. “Your books are way interesting.”
“Old Soul indeed.” He seemed amused, both momentarily forgetting the situation at hand.
Dean slammed into the library. “I knew it was too good, a whole week without a vamp showing its face around here and then one of the prettiest girls in school nearly goes up in flames.” He sank down in the seat opposite Giles’. “What are we up against now?”
“We’re not sure,” Chloe admitted. “But we don’t think its vampire in origin. We think it’s actually a case of spontaneous human combustion.”
Dean made a face.
“Where are Buffy and Sam?” Giles asked.
“They took Amber to the infirmary.” Dean replied before frowning. “Are there any common denominators in cases of spontaneous combustion?”
“Rage.” Giles tapped the top of the book in front of him. “In most cases the person who combusted was very angry.”
“So one possibility could be that Amber has a power that lights her own body on fire, like the Human Torch, but sucks for her that it hurts.” Dean decided, pulling out a coin from his pocket and dancing it over his knuckles pensively. “We need to find out if she’s had any episodes before.”
Giles and Chloe exchanged surprised looks.
“What?” Dean asked, looking slightly self-conscious at their expressions.
“Nothing.” Chloe grinned, recuperating quicker than Giles. “I can get that information if it’s registered. I mightn’t be able to decrypt the town’s security system like Sam, but I can easily hack into the school’s computer system and pull up her files.”
“Good.” Dean nodded. “And I’ll use my amazing good looks and effortless charm to get the skinny on her from the girls who hang out around her. It’ll be easy. All I have to do is flash some pearly whites, cock my head to the side, and they’ll tell me whatever I need to know.”
The horrible part was that Chloe didn’t doubt that for a second.
“This seems like…a very good plan.” Giles still seemed shock.
Winking, Dean got up as Chloe reached for her computer bag and pulled out her laptop. She was already booted and beginning her search, and Dean on his way out to James Bond the girls of Sunnydale High, when Sam and Buffy burst into the office, Buffy all business.
“Giles! We need to--!”
“One step ahead of you, Slayer.” Dean snorted, walking out of the library quite smugly. “One step ahead.”
Buffy stopped and turned to look at him, eyes narrowed, before turning to Giles. “What’s he going on about?”
“I’m hacking into the school’s computer system and Dean’s going to take advantage of his good looks to find out if Amber’s ever pulled a Johnny Storm before.” Chloe announced, back to Buffy, typing furiously.
“Oh.” Buffy visibly deflating, pouting slightly. “I was going to suggest something like that.”
“What if she isn’t the one who’s causing this?” Sam wanted to know, aiming the question at Giles, who was trying to find the few books he had on the matter.
“Then,” the librarian looked up, snapping the book closed he was looking through shut. “We’ll have to find out who or what is doing it…and deal with it accordingly.”
That night Chloe laid in bed, looking at the computer screen, at Clark’s face, as he told her through video conference, of how life in Smallville was without her there.
“Thanks for your help by the way, it was the guy you thought it was.” Clark announced, proudly. “Pete and I trapped him and now he’s been shipped off to Belle Reeve.” Finally finished with his tale, he shifted in his bed, looking at the screen expectantly. “What about you? Are you growing bored of it over there yet?”
“Not really.” Chloe knew she couldn’t exactly tell him about Sunnydale being a Hellmouth or about Buffy being a Slayer, or about the weird things happening, but she didn’t want to lie outright to him. “It’s not exactly the big paradise it said it was on the brochure, but who’s surprised?”
Clark smiled before ducking his gaze. “It’s good to see your face again, Chloe. You---you’ve been so busy lately with your new life and friends that I have to admit---I get kinda jealous.”
Chloe’s heart skipped a couple of beats and she told herself to not blush. Clark did not mean it romantically. She should know this by now and stop getting her hopes up! “You know you’ll always be irreplaceable for me.”
“And you for me.” Clark whispered.
Suddenly wondering why this felt so weird, Chloe cleared her throat and pulled a strand of hair out of her face. “So, how’s Lana doing?”
Clark’s face lost some of its happiness at this question. “She’s fine, got back together with Whitney again.”
“I’m sorry Clark.” Chloe sighed, ducking her gaze, angry at Lana for again playing with Clark’s feelings. “She’ll figure what a catch you are some day and dump the douche bag.”
“Douche bag?” Clark blinked, shocked. “Since when did you start using that word?”
Chloe was confused for a second and then she blushed, snorting in amusement. “It’s one of Dean’s favorite insults, so I’ve been hearing it a lot lately.”
Clark’s eyes narrowed angrily, protectively. “Some idiot’s been insulting you?”
“What? No!” Chloe laughed, smiling at him for being so protective. “Dean and his brother Sam are two of my best friends over here, along with Buffy. We’re always together, and that’s why I’m apparently picking up words from them.”
“Oh.” Clark’s anger died as quickly as it’d appeared. “Dean, Sam and Buffy, huh?” He shifted on the bed. “Tell me about them.”
“Well,” What could she tell him about them? “Buffy transferred the same day I did from L.A. so we kinda bonded because of that, and Sam and Dean---well, they just kinda came up to us the first day and we all started hanging out.” She paused for a second, regrouping. “Dean’s the school’s hunk, it’s disgustingly amusing to see how the girls trip over themselves whenever he pays them some attention.” She chortled with laughter. “Sam’s got to be one the most intelligent guys, people, I’ve ever met. He’s amazing with a computer, makes me jealous.” She smiled. “And Buffy’s great. We’re complete opposites but that’s the fun part of our friendship.”
“So you’re hanging with a real different crowd than you were here.” Clark sounded odd.
Chloe frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t—don’t mind me.” Clark sighed, running his hand through his hair. “It’s the jealousy thing kicking in again. You’re my best friend, but you seem so happy with these three people and I feel like I’m easily replaceable.”
Clark looked like a kicked puppy.
It was so cute.
“I told you once, I told you twice, you’re irreplaceable.” Chloe scolded playfully. “And anyway, I’m coming over there for summer, remember? I’ll be spending the time with you on the farm---kicking you out of your room so you can enjoy the sofa.”
Clark grinned. “Can’t wait.”
Chloe smiled right back before her phone beeped. “That was my own alarm. I have to go to sleep now or I’ll be stupid tomorrow from lack of sleep.”
“Night.” Clark smiled before pressing his hand to the screen.
“Night.” Chloe whispered back, pressing her hand to the image of his.
“Hey.” Chloe smiled the next day after lunch as she saw Amy admiring the trophies in the case with a longing look. “How were tryouts? I got waylaid by Principle Flutie on my way to the gym, asking how I was liking it here, and somehow it lasted for the whole tryout! I’m looking all over for Buffy but I can’t find her.”
“Buffy did okay.” Amy announced, eyes still on the trophy. “But I sucked.” She made a sound of disgust. “I blew the cartwheel and crashed into Cordelia. It wasn’t pretty.” She pointed to a picture in the case. “That’s my mom.”
Sensing the pride in Amy’s voice, Chloe read the inscription. “Catherine Madison.” She pulled back and smiled. “Your mom was really beautiful.”
“And she was great as a cheerleader.” Amy nodded in agreement. “Her nickname was ‘Catherine the Great’. She took that team and made them tri-country champions. Y’know, no one’s ever done that before, or since.” There was a pause. “She and my dad were Homecoming King and Queen. They got married right after graduation.”
Chloe tilted her head slightly, eyeing the picture. “That’s kinda romantic.”
“Well,” Amy snorted. “He was a big loser. Never made any money. Ran off with Miss Trailer Trash when I was twelve. Mom should have found herself someone like Sam. Someone who was intelligent--not only handsome, but had a kind heart and was going places. Sam’s going places. He has promise.”
“Yeah, he does.” Chloe agreed.
“He wouldn’t leave his child and the mother of said child.” Amy’s face was stormy. “He wouldn’t abandon them.”
“My mom left us when I was around seven.” Chloe admitted. “I never heard from her ever again. She must be real happy with her life now to not give a crap about how her daughter is.”
Amy was silent before turning to look at Chloe with a new appreciation. “Drag, huh? My old man left mom with nothing. She put herself through cosmetology school.” A nostalgic smile touched her face. “Bought me everything I ever wanted.” She then shook her head, smile wry. “And never once gained a single pound.”
“Well, people’s body types are different.” Chloe reassured, seeing that this meant a great deal to the taller girl. “Things that your mom can do won’t be the same for you because you don’t have her genetics, you have a mixture of hers and your father’s.”
“The bastard won’t even stop making my life miserable now.” Amy hissed before storming away.
“What was that about?” A voice asked at Chloe’s right.
Jumping, she turned to see Sam watching Amy leave. “Don’t do that! You frightened me!”
Sam turned to her and smiled. “Sorry. Thought you’d noticed me.”
“No, I was trying to reassure Amy that she shouldn’t have to be exactly like her cheer queen mom.” Chloe pointed to the pictures and to the trophy for reference.
“Right, Mrs. Madison.” Sam made a face.
Chloe chuckled. “That bad?”
“She’d have made Hitler a perfect bride.” Sam snorted as they turned and started walking together. “If the woman gained an ounce she’d padlock the fridge and wouldn’t eat anything but broth.”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “I used to hang out with Amy in Junior High, and whenever her mom was on a broth kick Amy would come over to my house and bake brownies. It was like her coping mechanism, and Dean nor I complained because dad isn’t exactly Suzie Homemaker, so we got free homemade brownies out of the deal.”
Chloe laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully. “That’s horrible of you two, taking advantage like that.”
“I know.” And yet he didn’t look a bit apologetic.
“So, did Dean charm any useful information out of Amber’s friends as yet?”
“Information? Yes. Useful, not exactly.” Sam shook his head ruefully. “He knows her astrology sign, what she likes to do on dates, whether she kisses on the first date or not---and somehow got the names and phone numbers of all of her friends.” Sam snorted. “But he did find out that Amber was an average student and got detention once for smoking.”
“So we’re going to have to wait and see if anything happens.” Chloe sighed, not exactly liking that plan.
“They’re posting the list!” Someone cried out as the girls all hurried to see if they’d been selected for the cheerleading squad.
Sam and Chloe, guessing that that was where they would find Buffy, followed the crowd at a more sedentary pace and found the Slayer next to Amy at the back of the line at the bulletin board.
A girl rushed away in tears, her name obviously not on the list.
“Hey!” Buffy smiled as she saw them. “We sent Dean into that pit of vipers for us, figured he had to have some use.”
Cordelia made her way carefully out of the crowd before stopping in front of Amy. “You’re lucky.”
Amy’s eyes widened. “I made it?”
“I made it.” Cordelia corrected with a sneer. “Now I won’t have to make your life a living hell like forewarned.” She then smiled brilliantly. “Bye!” And she sashayed happily away.
Chloe watched the brunette walk away and shook her head.
Dean finally clawed his way out of the throng of women and got hit on the way out. “Not even my charming good looks protected me up in there.” He complained, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. “One of those chicks hit me really hard!”
“What a big baby.” Sam sneered.
“Bitch.” Dean glared at him, still rubbing the back of his head.
“Jerk.” Sam laughed.
“So?” Buffy snapped at Dean. “What’d the list say?”
“Well, I don’t exactly know cheer lingo,” Dean forewarned. “But you made first alternate, and Amy’s number three. Is that good or bad?”
Amy looked at Buffy, her face crumbling. “This would have never happened to my mother. Never.” And with that she stormed away.
“Amy!” Buffy hurried after her.
Dean looked from the retreating blondes and then to Chloe and Sam. “So I’m guessing that’s a bad thing.”
Chloe nodded. “I don’t know much about cheerleading either, but from the little knowledge I’ve gleaned, alternates aren’t on the team but are like benchwarmers in sports terms. There for if something happens to the people who are actually on the team.”
Dean paused. “Sucks for the Slayer then.” But he didn’t seem heartbroken over it, more like amused. “So, since she’ll probably be having a pity party with Amy later, how about the three of us hang out?”
Chloe made a face. “You’re not going to ask me to bake brownies, are you?”
Dean looked confused as to the reference and then grinned. “Can you? Bake brownies? I haven’t had any in the longest time.”
Chloe opened her mouth to tell him ‘in your dreams’…
“Please…” Sam chimed in, both brothers crowding her and giving her quite effective puppy dog eyes.
Chloe felt her resolve crumbling all around her. “If you choke and die on them, don’t come to haunt me afterwards.”
The boys grinned.
The Winchester house was big, and it didn’t really feel like a home. There were none of the cozy loving touches that made it a home and not a house, and Chloe couldn’t help but feel sorry for Sam and Dean for growing up in a place like that. She was only too grateful that John Winchester had called in saying he’d be working late.
She was kinda intimidated by anyone who’d have a house like this.
“So the Slayer had to spend some quality time with mummy this evening.” Dean didn’t seem at all disappointed in this. “More brownies for us.”
“I’ve seen you two eating,” Chloe announced as Sam entered the kitchen, sitting down on the kitchen stool. “Where do you two put all that food?”
Dean patted his stone-hard stomach.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
Chloe laughed and shook her head as she got the ingredients they’d bought on the way home and began the preparations, laughing and talking to the boys as she did so.
“So your dad doesn’t find it odd or uncomforting that you’re alone with two teenaged boys?” Sam finally asked.
“Nah, he’s used to it.” Chloe announced missing the look the brothers exchanged. “In Smallville my two best friends were boys, and we were always alone together, so he found it surprising that I’d made friends with Buffy.”
“So how are you getting used to it here?” Dean wanted to know. “I mean, the weird factors must make you feel all at home, but you lived in Smallville for years, it’s gotta be hard saying goodbye to your old life.”
“Well, I haven’t exactly said goodbye, more like a see you later.” She admitted from where she was mixing the ingredients together in the large black bowl. “I mean, Pete and I email each other back and forth and there’s not a day Clark and I don’t communicate one way or the other.” Her face went tender at the thought of the farm boy. “I usually spend nights video conferencing with him.”
“He’s the one on your desktop.” Sam referred to the picture of Chloe kissing Clark’s cheek while Clark stuck his tongue out at the camera.
“Yeah, that’s Clark.” Chloe nodded with a grin. “But I never made brownies for them so you two should feel special.”
Dean smirked, leaning forwards onto the counter. “Yeah, well, I’m used to women giving me special treatment so---.” He laughed when Chloe splattered some of the mix onto his face. “No need to get jealous!”
Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling.
Chloe smiled as she looked from Dean to Sam and then back at her mix. “This is fun, we should definitely have Buffy over next time.And Giles.”
“Slayer and English?” Dean made a face. “Way to ruin a good time.”
“What exactly do you have against Buffy?” Chloe asked, grabbing the brownie tray and pouring the mix.
“Nothing really, it’s just that she seems to think she’s so superior sometimes.” He then made a face and began to mimic Buffy. “I’m the Slayer, you’re not! I’ve got incredible strength—you don’t match up to me!”
“Buffy’s not like that and you know it.” Chloe shook her head. “She’s just worried that your male bravado, and ego, will get you into trouble. She is a killing machine, you know. She was born to do this.”
“Yeah, but I chose to help. And I’m going to continue doing it.” Dean replied stubbornly. “Jesse was my friend, and I’m going to do all in my power to keep someone else from losing their friend that way.”
Sam and Chloe exchanged a look before nodding and changing the subject.
The evening passed by filled with laughter and pigging out, and Chloe forgot that she’d left her phone on silent during school and thus didn’t hear all the times Clark called her.
“How was mother/daughter night?” Chloe as Buffy the next day as they walked down the halls.
“A total disaster.” Buffy sighed. “We fought, again, about what happened in L.A. She doesn’t trust me and thinks I’ll get into trouble again and burn another gym down. She doesn’t want me to mess up her life anymore than I already have.”
Chloe sighed and placed an arm around Buffy’s shoulder. “I’m sure she doesn’t feel that way. But she’s new here too, Buff, and it’s gotta be hard on her. I mean, on top of everything, she’s just come out of a divorce.”
“I know.” Buffy agreed, shaking her head. “But it’s just so hard, you know? I’m a Slayer, it’s gonna get me in trouble for the rest of my life. Does that mean I’m going to continue messing up mom’s life every time she starts to get it together?”
“You’re not messing up her life.” Chloe grumbled. “Have you ever thought of telling her the truth?”
The Slayer snorted. “She’d have me in a crazy bin before I could finish the ‘born to fight the demons and vampires of the world’ speech.” She shook her head and leaned into Chloe’s embrace, smiling bravely. “So how was brownie night with the Winchesters?”
“It was fun, actually, we had a good time.” Chloe beamed. “I was thinking next time we should all do it, at Giles’ house. I’m sure the British enjoy a good brownie as much as the rest of us. Plus, he’s kinda alone, don’t you think?”
Buffy thought that over. “I’ve never heard him talk about himself, nothing about a life outside of the library and Watcher duties.” She paused. “Do you think he has a girlfriend?”
Chloe had pondered on that question herself. “I have no idea, but he is handsome.”
Buffy looked surprised. “You think so?”
“Yeah, totally.” Chloe grinned. “And the accent? Le sigh.”
Buffy looked at Chloe for a minute before giggling, looking more at ease now. “Good, I thought I was the only one who thought that.”
They shared a conspirator’s grin before they noticed Cordelia walking past them in a daze. The brunette was swaying slightly, as if in a trance, as she went to a locker and tried working, unsuccessfully, the combination.
“Is that even Cordelia’s locker?” Chloe asked, frowning.
Buffy didn’t answer, eyes narrowed on Cordelia as she continued to sway and work the combination.
Cordelia gave up and continued down the hall, knocking into people and yet not seeing to notice.
“Something’s not right.” Buffy took a step to follow Cordelia. “Call it my Spidey Senses, but something’s funky. Go tell Giles, okay? I’m going to follow Cordelia and see if I can figure out what’s going on.”
“Okay.” Chloe nodded, turning around and heading towards the library to find Giles and fill him in on what was happening.
Not half an hour later Buffy, Sam and Dean were there as well, Buffy telling them about how Cordelia had gone to her Driver’s Ed class and had nearly crashed, and the only reason why she hadn’t been run over when she’d walked in front of a car was that Buffy had been there to pull her out of the way.
That was when Cordelia had started screaming about not being able to see, and Buffy told them that Cordelia’s eyes had no longer had irises, and were completely white.
“Witchcraft.” Giles decided as soon as Buffy was finished recounting what’d happened. “Blinding your enemy to disorient and disable them is, it’s classic!”
“First vampires, now witches.” Dean snorted, shaking his head in disgust.
“No wonder you can sill afford a house in Sunnydale.” Sam announced.
Giles leaned his hip against the table, folding his arms over his chest. “But why would someone want to harm Cordelia?”
“Because they met her?” Dean ventured. “I mean, come on, sure the chick is hot, but I went out with her for a week. She makes Satan look like Martha Steward.”
“Martha Steward is Satan.” Chloe declared.
Sam looked up at Giles at that. “Really?”
“Of course not.” Giles snorted. “She’s a irlisnzhur demon. Harmless, really, but annoying perfectionist by nature.”
“Makes sense.” Buffy concluded.
“Getting back to the topic at hand.” Chloe set her hands on the table. “What’s the connection between Amber and Cordelia?”
“They don’t hang out, I know that much.” Dean put in.
“They’re both cheerleaders.” Buffy announced, looking up.
Giles made a face. “Someone doesn’t like cheerleading?”
Sam’s face fell. “Or likes it too much.”
“Amy.” Chloe, Dean and Buffy said at the same time.
Sam sighed and nodded. “She’s desperate to get on that team, and lately I’ve just got this feeling, it’s like, I don’t know, she’d do just about anything to make her mom’s dream come true.”
Giles frowned. “Uh, let me make sure I have this right. This witch is casting horrible and disfiguring spells so that she can…become a cheerleader?”
Buffy pouted at the way he made it sound like only idiots cheered.
“Cheerleading was kind of her mom’s last great accomplishment.” Chloe offered.
“Okay, so we all agree it’s Amy.” Dean stood, leaning over the table, palms open and down on the surface. “Now we have to stop her before she hurts someone else—she is the third option, which means that Buffy and the chick in second place could be in danger. We should grab the little witch and…”
Giles interrupted. “I think we should be sure she’s the witch before we arouse her suspicions. She’s, she’s capable of some fairly unpleasant things. We have to find a conclusive test. There may be something in here…” He paged through a book. “Yes, this should do it. You’ll need some of her hair, a little quicksilver and some aqua fortis.”
“Well, that’s just mercury and nitric acid.” Sam announced as if everyone should know this. “You can get that in the science lab.”
Giles nodded approvingly before reading out from the book. “ ‘Heat ingredients and apply to witch, and if a spell has been cast in the previous 48 hours, a witch’s skin turns blue.’ Hmm.” He snapped the book shut. “Oh, and you’ll need some Eye of Newt.”