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SuperSlayerVille: Season One 5/12 
7th-Sep-2009 11:10 pm
SuperSlayerVille Season One
Title: SuperSlayerVille
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Smallville/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Angel, onesided Chloe/Sam, onesided Buffy/Giles, Cordelia/Dean
Rating: T
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.


Chloe groaned as she tossed and turned in bed, body burning up. She hadn’t been able to warn the others, not before suddenly the mystic energy of the Hellmouth had reared up and she’d fainted…again.

Only this time she’d been bedridden, delirious, with a high fever that had her father home from work trying to lower.

Chloe opened her eyes and looked around her, confused, wondering where she was, why it was so dark, and why it looked so familiar.

And then the Master walked right through her, slamming a book down on his lectern.

Chloe’s eyes widened as she realized where she’d seen this place before. It was the night of the Harvest, when she’d seen the Master in his lair, about to be freed.

I’m in the Master’s Lair.

For a moment she was terrified, but then she realized that the Master had walked through her, which meant that like the last time she’d seen him, it’d been a vision, and he couldn’t see her.

She was safe.

The Master opened the book and began to read. “’And there will be a time of crisis, of worlds hanging in the balance. And in this time shall come the Anointed, the Master’s great warrior. And the Slayer will not know him, will not stop him, and he will lead her into Hell.’ As it is written, so shall it be.”

He picked the book and began to walk. “’Five shall die, and from their ashes the Anointed shall rise. The Brethren of Aurelius shall greet him and usher him to his immortal destiny.’” He stopped before one of the brethren standing there. “As it is written, so shall it be. ‘And one of the brethren shall go out hunting the night before and get himself killed, because he couldn’t wait to finish his job before he ate.’ Oh, wait.”

The master grabbed one of the brethren by his throat. “That’s not written anywhere.” He lifted the vampire from his feet. “The Anointed will be my greatest weapon against the Slayer! If you fail to bring him to me, if you allow that girl to stop you…” he threw the vampire into a coffin. “Here endeth the lesson.”

Slamming the book shut, he walked off into the shadows.

Chloe looked back and forth between the departing figure and the nervous vampires, before hurrying after the Master.

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Buffy pouted where she sat in the library.

Last night she’d tried to impress Giles with her Slaying abilities but he’d only had ways to improve her, not one word of praise. She’d managed to easily dust some vamp and Giles had been more interested in the ring it’d left behind than in her or her killer outfit.

He felt the ring might be important and Buffy knew that Giles was almost always right, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t bored and somewhat ticked at him.

Also, Chloe was home sick, her father saying that she was down with a fever, so it wasn’t like Buffy could entertain herself with the girl who was rapidly becoming her best friend.

No.

She was surrounded by men.

And while any other girl would be a puddle of smug goo at the moment at being in the presence of so many handsome men, Buffy was a Slayer, thus she wasn’t any other girl, and she was pouting and a little bored as she looked over the ring lazily.

“That symbol on the ring…” Giles announced from where he was leafing through a book. “I believe it’s the rune for fidelity, but, uh, it doesn’t connect with any of the sects that I’ve studied.”

“What about this?” Buffy asked, showing him the ring. “On the inside. It’s a sun and three stars. Haven’t we seen that somewhere?”

“A sun and three stars?” Sam asked from where he was looking through a book.

Buffy nodded.

“Let me see.” Giles took the ring and looked at the inside closely. “No, I-I don’t think this, um, represents any…”

“Wait, it’s right here.” Dean stood, bringing the book he’d been leafing through. “Sun and three stars.” He handed it to Giles.

Buffy smirked. “Told you it looked familiar.”

“Oh, the Order of Aurelius.” He blinked in surprised. “You’re right.”

“Ooh, two points for the Slayer,” Buffy gloated teasingly. “While the Watcher has yet to score!”

A cute, broody guy named Owen entered the library and approached them. Buffy looked him over from where she sat on Giles’ desk, deciding that once upon a time she might have gone crazy over him.

Thankfully those days were over and she was a mature Slayer who knew how to prioritize and who wasn’t interested in boys.

She was interested in men.

Or, err, a man.

More like an idiot, really, since he had yet to realize that she was interested.

“What do you want?” Giles asked the boy, not meanly, but surprised.

“A book?” Owen asked.

“Oh!” Giles replied, eyes wide.

Buffy grinned, her gaze on the librarian. “See, this is a school, and we have students, and they check out books, and then they learn things.”

Giles grinned back at her, amused. “I was beginning to suspect that was a myth.”

Owen looked between the two of them, sent a look in Dean and Sam’s direction, and then shook his head before returning his attention to Giles. “I lost my Emily. Dickinson.”

“Ah yes, she was good, for an American.” Giles announced as he led Owen to the section where he could find the book he was looking for.

Buffy, noticing the glare Dean was sending Owen, raised and eyebrow. “What’s up with you? He steal your popularity or something?”

“Nothing.” Dean grumbled, lowering his angered gaze back on the book.

“Owen’s Cordelia’s newest boyfriend.” Sam supplied, eyes on whatever it was he was looking at, ignoring his brother’s angered glare. “Dean’s been having an on again off again thing with Cordelia for years, and while they swear that they will never get back together---god help any boy or girl who thinks they can get with either!”

“Cordelia Chase?” Buffy made up her nose. “Winchester, you have horrible taste!”

“Shut up, Slayer.” Dean growled. “At least I am not a grave robber.”

Sam nearly choked on his laughter.

Buffy narrowed her eyes at the elder Winchester. “I’ll have you know Rupert Giles is a man in his prime!”

Giles returned after tending to Owen, and frowned, leaning his hip against the desk Buffy was sitting upon. “Getting back to the issue at hand.” He announced, folding his arms over his chest, having no idea what the youngsters had been commenting on seconds ago. “The Order of Aurelius is a very old sect. If they’re here, it’s for a good reason.”

Sam went still. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?” Buffy slid off of the table, rounding on him. “I don’t like uh-oh. Uh-oh is never good!”

“What?” Dean asked, turning to his brother.

“I know what they’re doing.” Sam looked up at them. “There’s a violent and disturbing prophecy about to be fulfilled.”

“The Order of Aurelius.” Giles spoke.

Sam nodded. “I just looked at the writing of Aurelius himself, and he prophesized that the brethren of his order would come to the Master and bring him the Anointed.”

“I knew that freak was being so quiet for a reason!” Dean announced, growling, in a generally bad mood since Owen’s appearance moments ago.

“But who’s the Anointed One?” Giles frowned, taking off his glasses.

“The text is a little vague on that.” Sam admitted sheepishly. “But it gives reference to him being something like a warrior? I’m not too sure. All it does say clearly is that he shall rise from the ashes of the Five on the evening of the thousandth day after the Advent of Septus.”

“Well, we’ll be ready whenever it is.” Buffy shrugged.

“It’s tonight.” Sam interjected.

Tonight?” Dean exclaimed.

Sam nodded.

Buffy sighed. “I was going to go to Chloe’s to see how she was doing, but maybe I can do that after slaying Anointed Boy? If it’s not too late?”

“Buffy, this is no ordinary vampire, I doubt it will be as easy as you think it will be.” Giles responded seriously. “But no matter what wehave to stop him before he reaches the Master.”

“I know, I know.” Buffy nodded. “But it won’t be just me. You and the Winch Bros are gonna be there too. I think we can take on onevampire on our own with enough time to go visit Chloe and see how she’d doing.”

“She’s right.” Dean nodded, assured. “I’m pumped and ready for battle!”

Which was why when, hours later, they all sat on a large gravestone in the cemetery, everyone was bored out of their wits, all the adrenaline of evil Anointed butt-kicking having drained out of them after hours of eventless waiting.

“Maybe I miscalculated.” Sam admitted, sighing, looking at his watch once more.

“No, I went over your calculations, they were correct.” Giles shook his head, adamant that this was the correct time.

“Come on English.” Dean tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, looking around them at the peaceful cemetery. “We’ve been herehours, I’m stiff. It’s even too late to go and visit Chloe! Nothing’s going to happen tonight.”

“You’re probably right.” Giles sighed, standing, helping Buffy to her feet as well. “We’ve waited here long enough.”

The brothers stood as well, wincing at their sore muscles.

“Besides, there aren’t any fresh graves.” Buffy announced giving the cemetery another once over. “Who’s gonna rise?”

“No one tonight.” Dean insisted.

“Five shall die, and from their ashes the Anointed shall rise.” Giles quoted, frown touching his face as they began to walk slowly back to the car.

“I was sure it was tonight.” Sam shook his head, hands in his pockets.

“Well, at least Chloe didn’t have to wait here with us,” Buffy announced. “She’s snug in bed at home, dreaming of hunky guys and distant Caribbean beaches.”

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Chloe looked around her, confused and disoriented. One second she’d been following the Master around his lair and the next she was standing in a small bus. The passengers were few and quiet.

A small boy sat next to his mother, playing with his toy plane.

“A pale horse emerged with death as its rider.” A man behind them, with a crazed look in his eyes, looked at the boy, his face a sneer. “You will be judged. You will be judged.”

“And found cuckoo.” Chloe frowned at him, rolling her eyes, wondering how this was relevant to the Master.

The man got up and stood in the aisle. “That day’s gonna bring fire. Fire comin’ down! Judgment!” He turned to the boy and his mother, who were both nervous at this point. “Don’t think you’re ready, ready to look upon him. If there’s sin in there, there’s sin all around. It’s a liquid.”

“A liquid? Really?” Chloe raised an eyebrow at him. “You couldn’t have found a better description than that?”

“On that day there won’t be anybody tellin’ us what to do or why we’re doin’ it. You can’t prepare. On that day…”

The driver had had enough, looking at the man through the rearview mirror. “Hey, you gotta sit down, okay?”

The man sneered at him. “Are you willing to stand with the righteous?” But he sat down nonetheless.

Sensing something, Chloe looked to the road in time to recognize one of the brethren as he stepped in front of the bus.

The driver hit the brakes and slammed into the vampire. The bus began to swerve, running through a sign and hitting a pole, which brought it to a stop.

Chloe blinked and she was out of the bus, in the darkness, sensing the rest of the brethren in the shadows with her, waiting.

“No.” She whispered, realizing this was a trap, an ambush. This had something to do with the Anointed. It just had to!

The driver got out of the bus and hurried to check the vampire playing dead on the road. “Are you all right?”

“Don’t do it.” Chloe pleaded although she knew that he couldn’t hear her. “Please…”

The driver knelt down next to the vampire. “Can you move?”

The vampire then opened his eyes, his true demon face showing, before he grabbed the driver by the throat and began choking him.

That was when the others rushed from the darkness. One punched through a window, grabbed the somewhat psychotic man by the throat, pulled him out, and bit him.

The vampires then all climbed into the bus to get at the other people.

“No!” Chloe screamed, trying to rush to the bus, remembering the little boy. “NO!” But she found she couldn’t move forwards.

Screams filled the night.

The blonde collapsed to her knees on the pavement, crying into her palms as the scenery around her change once more back into that of the Master’s Lair.

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Angel frowned.

He really knew he should be seeking out the Slayer, he really should, but the time he’d spoken to her had proven she was too mouthy and sarcastic and thought she was witty for some reason when she was only being mouthy and sarcastic and---wait, he’d thought that already, hadn’t he?

Shaking his head, Angel once more found himself outside of the balcony of Chloe’s bedroom. He was a little uneasy since her father’s car was in the driveway tonight, something that he’d hardly ever seen during the few times he’d watched the house, and he wondered why it was that Mr. Sullivan was home.

And why Chloe was home too.

Deciding to get that answer after getting the one to why the Slayer hadn’t stopped the slaying of the Five, Angel forced the balcony door open and stepped inside the dark room, frowning immediately when he saw Chloe.

The girl was in bed, sheets kicked all around her, body red and sweating, clothes sticking to her, tears making their way down her cheeks.

She was obviously horribly ill.

On instinct he reached the bed and leaned forwards, pressing his hand down on her forehead and all of a sudden he wasn’t in her room anymore.

Angel looked around him, confused.

One minute he’d been in Chloe’s bedroom and then…

“What are you doing here?” Chloe hissed at him.

He turned to the angry blonde. “Me? What are you doing here?”

Her eyes widened. “You can see me?”

He nodded, and wasn’t prepared for her throwing herself at him. He staggered back slightly before steadying once more.

“I can touch you!” Chloe grinned up at him, her cheeks stained from tears shed. “I’ve been trapped in this pseudo vision for I don’t know how long and you’re the only one who can see me! Or touch me!” She then frowned. “Why is that? What are you doing here?”

“I’m not sure, exactly, but I think you’re at fault.” Angel admitted, letting go of her and putting a safe distance between them. “I came to your room to tell you that the Five---,”

“I know all about the Five, skip to the next part.” Chloe interrupted.

“So I, you’re ill, running a fever.” Angel explained, feeling as uncomfortably aware of himself as he always was while around this unusual girl. “I pressed my hand to your forehead to see how hot you were and the next minute I’m here.”

“Touch.” Chloe frowned. “Just like the night of the Harvest…”

They turn their attention to the Master as he reappeared, the brethren congregated and waiting for him to address them.

“You have done well.” The Master told them. “Everything is in place. When this night’s work is done, I will have a mighty ally. I’ll be one step closer to freeing myself from this…mystical prison.” He felt his confines. “I’ve been trapped down here so long I’ve nearly forgotten what it’s like on the surface… Well, there’ll be time enough to remember when I rule it!”

“Dream on, ugly.” Chloe narrowed her eyes at the Master.

Angel had to admit, he was somewhat impressed.

“If she tries to stop you, kill her.” The Master instructed the brethren. “Give your own lives, but do not fail to bring the Anointed. I know you won’t disappoint me.”

Angel turned to Chloe, about to say something, when he was jerked out of the vision and found himself standing above her burning body, in Chloe’s room once more.

Taking a couple of steps back from her, Angel turned to leave, when Chloe whimpered.

He stopped, his shoulders tense, before sighing and turning back to her. His gaze scanned the room before finding a bowl of water and a cloth on the side table and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Reaching for the cloth he dipped it into the water and after squeezing out the excess liquid, rubbed it slowly, soothingly, on the forehead that was burning his hand slightly even through the cold, wet material.

Angel didn’t understand why he did it, but he just sat there, rubbing down her face and neck, changing the water when it got too warm, and only relaxing when her face wasn’t scrunched up in agony anymore and her fever had broken.

What is it about you? He observed her now peaceful, sleeping face.

The sound of footsteps heading up the stairs broke him out of his thoughts and Angel hurried to the balcony, disappearing out into the shadows outside, well hidden by the time Chloe’s father entered the room to check on her.

Angel knew he had a job to do, that he should be doing it, and yet he remained outside her home, watching over her sleep, and not understanding why he did it.

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The next day had been uneventful.

According to Chloe’s dad the blonde still had a fever, though it was considerably lower, and she was still sleeping, but should be fine. He didn’t advise Buffy to come over though, just in case it was something that could be caught.

Sure, she could understand Mr. Sullivan’s reasons, but Buffy was beginning to worry about Chloe, she wanted to see her!

Sitting in her living room, bored, she looked up when her doorbell rung. Her mother was working in the gallery late into the night, so she knew it wasn’t her forgetting her keys again…

Getting up, Buffy went to the door and blinked when she saw Giles, Sam and Dean on her doorstep. “What are you three doing here?” She asked, for a moment overloaded by the testosterone before her.

“We need to talk.” Giles pushed the door completely open and came in, followed by the boys. “Sam’s calculations may not have been as far off as thought.” He held up a newspaper.

Buffy read it. “Five Die In Bus Accident?”

“Out of the ashes of Five shall rise the One. That’s the prophecy.” Sam reminded.

“And guess what, Slayer?” Dean folded his arms over his chest. “Five died last night like in the prophecy too!”

“In a bus accident!” The blonde exclaimed, looking from one male to the other.

“I know it doesn’t quite follow,” Giles admitted. “But it’s worth investigating. Look! Among the dead was Andrew Borba, whom the police sought for questioning in a double murder.”

He might be the Anointed One.” Dean pointed out needlessly.

“The bodies are being taken to Sunnydale Funeral Home.” Sam gave Buffy a mischievous grin. “Tell me you haven’t once thought about breaking into a funeral home before!”

Buffy pouted. “It hasn’t been a part of my MUST DO list, but you’re right, it sounds interesting. And we shouldn’t leave any stone unturned, right?”

“Right.” The males agreed.

Buffy grinned. “Good! Let’s go see some dead people!”

She hadn’t really expected them to find anything, so the group of brethren and the Anointed incarnated as Andrew Borba came as a shock. A pleasant one though, since she’d needed to work off some of the aggression she’d been harboring ever since she’d realized that (a) she apparently liked her Watcher a lot, and (b) he seemed to see her as a kid with braces, ponytails, and riding around on a tricycle---when he didn’t see her as the ultimate demon slaying machine, of course.

In the end Dean and Sam had dusted a good amount of the brethren, and through a joint effort of hers and Giles’, they managed to burn the Anointed One alive in the funeral home’s crematory.

All in all, it’d been a good night.

Her mom was still out at the gallery, would probably be out for a while, and so Buffy and the guys all relaxed in her backyard, drinking some sodas and looking up at the stars, relieving tonight and their victory, all in a great mood. Dean was especially in a good mood, also having worked off his aggression concerning Cordelia and Owen on the brethren.

She was surprised at how much Cordelia’s having a boyfriend had affected him.

She was definitely going to have to share this with Chloe the moment she was healthy enough to gossip.

“So, Giles.” Buffy sat down next to him, smiling. “Did you always want to do this? Be a Watcher?”

He chuckled at the thought, shaking his head. “Heavens no. I was ten years old when my father told me I was destined to be a Watcher.” His gaze returned to the starry heaven above them. “He was one, and his, uh, mother before him, and I was to be next.”

“So you weren’t thrilled beyond all measure.” She teased.

He grinned brightly. “No. I had very definite plans about my future. I was going to be a fighter pilot.” He paused. “Or possibly a grocer.” Giles shook his head at that admittance. “Well, uh…my father gave me a very tiresome speech about responsibility and sacrifice and in the end I knew that I would be a Watcher.”

“Do you ever, uh, regret it?” Buffy asked, suddenly nervous. “I know I’m not exactly the poster child for Slayers.”

He looked at her before shaking his head. “You can be a lot to handle sometimes, it is true, and you do nothing by the book, but this is a learning experience for us both.”

She was silent, just content to let him speak.

“I have volumes of lore, of prophecies, of predictions. But I don’t have an instruction manual for every single thing we’ll go through.” Giles announced. “We feel our way as we go along. And, I must say, as a Slayer, you’re, you’re doing…pretty well.”

Buffy smiled brightly, knowing that he wouldn’t realize, at least not for right now, just how much his words of praise meant to her. “Well. At least I did stop that prophecy thing from coming true.”

“You did!” Giles agreed. “Handily at that. No more Anointed One. And I would imagine that the Master, wherever he is, is having a fairly bad time right about now.”

He smiled and Buffy laughed back.

Neither noticing Dean rolling his eyes and mouthing ‘grave robber’ to his brother, who just laughed and took a swig of his drink.

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In his lair, the Master smirked, beginning to quote scripture once more. “And in this time will come the Anointed. And the Slayer will not know him. She will not stop him, and he will lead her into hell.” He knelt down next to the child who’d been in the bus with his mother, and yet the eyes staring back at the Master were now pure evil. “Welcome, my friend.”

Chloe gasped as she came awake, looking around her room, disoriented.

She saw her father sleeping on a chair by her bed, and then looked at her clock, and frowned, realizing that she must have been sick for her father to be watching over her like this.

Leaning back against the bed head, Chloe narrowed her eyes, bringing her hand to her forehead, wondering why she felt that she was forgetting something important…

 

Comments 
8th-Sep-2009 05:04 am (UTC)
Yay! I'm so glad that I hadn't gone to sleep yet! This chapter was great. I loved the Chloe and Angel scene and that he was able to connect with her. And the ending, big surprise for me! I was wondering how you were going to do that, because Buffy wasn't supposed to know, but I really didn't expect it. lol. Can't wait to read more!
8th-Sep-2009 05:25 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed this chapter! It was a little tricky for me to write because I had to decide whether to use the Owen factor (Icky, decided not to!) and how to write the scene by showing the audience what was going on without letting Buffy know...but I think it came out okay. lol Sleep well and thanks for commenting!
8th-Sep-2009 05:48 am (UTC)
Yay for the Angel/Chloe mind scene *grins* I'm so loving the growing relationship between them. I'm loving Buffy's continual and growing crush on Giles. Also, I totally forgot the Dean is suppose to be like Xander (but hotter *grins*) so I'm enjoying his jealousy over Cordy (I always loved the Xander/Cordy relationship in the early seasons til they ruined it with the whole random Willow/Xander story line). Awesome job with this new episode and I can't wait for the next one.
8th-Sep-2009 06:20 am (UTC)
Glad you're enjoying the Cordy/Dean! It's quickly becoming a fav of mine! To be truthful, until they ruined it, Xander/Cordy was my OTP of Buffy in the early seasons. For some reason I never liked Buffy with Angel or Spike, though I loved her with Riley, he's about the only guy I liked her wih *shrugs*
8th-Sep-2009 05:11 pm (UTC)
I completely understand. I did like Angel/Buffy in the beginning but it became so angst fulled that I just wanted them to stay away from each other. The only reason I kinda enjoyed Spike/Buffy is because he was so hot and the sex was just so dirty *grins* I actually have a major weakness for Spike/Faith (my super secret OTP *grins*) all because of that one scene in the basement during "Dirty Girls". They are both so bad ass, you know they were meant to be together. Plus the sex would be awesome *grins*
8th-Sep-2009 08:31 am (UTC)
Love how Angel couldn't explain to himself why he is connecting with Chloe.
Very interesting take on what happened in the episode.
Also loving Cordy/Dean.
8th-Sep-2009 05:34 pm (UTC)
Usually in crossover fics with Chloe I don't like Dean with anyone who isn't her, but I've discovered that Cordelia has the same quick, sharp wit and snark as Chloe and for some reason I just see her as a bitchier, more self-centered Chloe, lol. Cordelia was probably my fav character in Buffy early seasons and in Angel for the same reason.
8th-Sep-2009 08:40 pm (UTC) - yay
so happy that you had another chapter up this quick! I was woundering what this chapter was going to be like before I read it and I have to say I was not dissapointed. Sory my comments are not more usefull my brain has been on college mode all day :)
8th-Sep-2009 09:23 pm (UTC) - Re: yay
I'm glad you liked! I'm always happy to read reviews! Make my day! :D
11th-Sep-2009 04:04 pm (UTC)
Again you did well in integrating your storyline into the original plotline. And you upload very fast, sorry for taking time to comment school starts soon an I have got a lot of preparations. *goes to read the other chaps*
11th-Sep-2009 04:22 pm (UTC)
NO problem, real life takes priority! Glad you're enjoying this so far----and hope you get through all your preparations easily! :D
2nd-Jan-2010 05:50 am (UTC)
Awesome chapter, I find it amusing that Angel doesn't care for Buffy much. Though with interacting with Chloe, I guess she would be easier to deal with and connect with for the souled vamp. I am wondering, where is Darla?
2nd-Jan-2010 06:46 am (UTC)
Very good question! It should be answered soon!
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