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.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Sam asked, hand on Chloe’s shoulder, looking concerned into her face. “We might have overdone it a bit last night, you could hardly walk when we were finished.”
Chloe looked up into his face, keeping her voice lowered like him so that no one else could listen to their conversation. “I’m a big girl, Sam, I can take whatever it is you give me.”
Sam sighed, still worried, squeezing her shoulder. “Maybe we shouldn’t do it again tonight. Your dad’s gotta be getting suspicious about all the noises in your bedroom.”
“Dad’s never around, you know that.” Chloe sniffed before frowning. “Are you---do you not want to do this anymore?”
“Chloe.” Sam shook his head. “I enjoy it, I do. But we’re keeping this a secret from everyone, even our own friends.” He paused, biting his bottom lip as he pondered how to say this. “Why don’t we tell them the truth?”
“Because---because for now---I just want this to be our little secret.” Chloe responded, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “We aren’t hurting anyone with what we’re doing, Sam. You know that.”
Sam sighed. “I know.”
“And we’ve gotten closer and closer to what we want.” Her gaze found his and held. “You’re the only one I trust to do that with me.”
Sam blushed and looked away, a small smile on his face.
“And anyway.” Chloe looked around, making sure that no one was paying any attention to them, before returning her attention to Sam. “We’re making progress, Sam. I---I can withstand it better. You know that. I’m beginning to channel it. I’m beginning to control it, no matter how little, and not it me.”
Sam Winchester nodded, face serious. “It’s going in you, through you, and strengthening the results. You’re like, a wand or something.” He frowned. “But Giles is going to realize that we nicked one of his spell books, Chloe. And he’s not going to be happy when he realizes the experiments we’ve been doing behind his back. They’re dangerous, and you know it.”
Chloe nodded, knowing that to be true.
After trying to look for a way to minimize the effect the mystic Hellmouth energies had on her and finding nothing, Chloe had nearly given up hope, resigned to the lava hot pain.
And then she’d awoken from the encounter with Darla and something in her was different.
She could control it better, as if some impure seal was cracked slightly and the true core of the essence was vibrating within that seal, seeping slowly inside of her.
She remembered how the energy of the Hellmouth had flown through her during the episode with Amy and Mrs. Madison, and that was how her plan had come to being.
She wasn’t going to try and find a way to get rid of the effects---there just wasn’t a way---she was going to find a way to control it, to use it. But for that she needed to practice.
Angel had been teaching her self-defense every other night in her bedroom, and on the nights that Angel didn’t come, Sam was there, with the book of harmless but entertaining spells Chloe had stolen from Giles.
They did the small spells, and every time Sam began to chant the words Chloe would feel the Hellmouth magics working through her, channeling through her, and making the spell itself stronger. At first she’d fainted, like usual, but then she’d learnt to tolerate the pain, to push it back, to control it, and for the last week the pain was gone.
She’d also learned how to make sure a spell didn’t steal power from her.
Sam wanted to tell the others of what they were doing and of their success.
And Chloe wanted to as well, but she just wanted to make sure it wasn’t somehow a fluke. She hadn’t told Sam that as she and he worked together strengthening that ability, that as she learnt with Angel it helped her be stronger, faster. She hadn’t told Sam that now that she’d opened herself more to the Hellmouth that she almost constantly felt her fingers tingling from the mystic energies all around her.
“Alright.” Chloe sighed, looking up at him. “We’ll tell them.”
Sam grinned in relief. “Good.”
Buffy lifted the lid off of a box and looked inside. “Oh, great!” She declared sarcastically. “A book!”
They were all in the library, a book-scanning project on the way, it had been going on for a couple of days now. A couple of students were seated at the table that usually only saw Giles and them, scanning the books into the library’s computer system.
Dean was nowhere to be seen, apparently having some sort of rendezvous to get to with the girl of the week.
Buffy pulled the book out of the box and blew some of the dust off of it.
Giles appeared at her back, looking over her shoulder at the book. “I haven’t gone through the new arrivals. Put it in that pile over there.”
Ash reached for it. “Here, I’ll get it.”
“Thanks.” Buffy passed the book blindly over to Dave without even looking in his direction, head tilted so that she could smile dreamily up at Giles from where he was behind her.
Giles smiled and patted her shoulder. “When I’ve examined it, you can, uh, uh, skim it.”
“Scan it, Rupert.” A voice said behind them. “That’s scan it.”
Giles took his hand off of Buffy’s shoulder and turned to the beautiful woman talking, giving her a sarcastic look. “Of course.”
Ms. Calendar, the beautiful computer science teacher, leaned her hip against the table. “Oh, I know, our ways are strange to you, but soon you will join us in the 20thth century. With three whole years to spare!” She then grinned.
Buffy turned towards them, face neutral but eyes glowering at the teacher who had a sort of flirtatious antagonism with Giles. It was like whenever Ms. Calendar was in the room Giles’ attention was on her, and he sometimes forgot about Buffy altogether until the Slayer found a way to break into the conversation and get back his attention.
Giles smirked smugly at the dark haired woman. “Ms. Calendar, I’m sure your computer science class is fascinating, but I happen to believe that one can survive in modern society without being a slave to the, um, idiot box.”
Ms. Calendar snorted, obviously annoyed. “That’s TV. The idiot box is TV. This” she indicated a computer. “Is the good box!” She turned to Buffy. “Tell him. Between a book and a computer which would you choose?”
“A book. Totally.” Buffy announced. “I’m like, super-reader.”
Ms. Calendar raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
Giles grinned at his Slayer approvingly.
Fritz, one of the students doing the scanning, snorted self-righteously. “The printed page is obsolete.” He stood, having finished his pile. “Information isn’t bound up anymore. It’s an entity. The only reality is virtual. If you’re not jacked in, you’re not alive.” He grabbed his books and left.
Everyone watched after him in silence.
Buffy and Giles exchanged smug grins and turned a raised eyebrow at Ms. Calendar.
The woman was shaking her head at her departing student. “Thank you, Fritz, for making us all sound like crazy people.” She turned to Giles. “Fritz, Fritz comes on a little strong, but he does have a point. You know, for the last two years more email was sent than regular mail.”
Giles didn’t seem impressed.
“But nothing says romance like a good old fashioned card.” Buffy jumped into the conversation again. “What’s more romantic? A hallmark card in your hands with his writing on it, or a cheesy, impersonal ecard?”
Ms. Calendar pouted. “Well…notwithstanding, more digitized information went across phone lines than conversation.”
“That is a fact that I regard with genuine horror.” Giles murmured.
Ms. Calendar smiled at Giles teasingly. “I’ll bet it is.” She ignored Buffy’s glare and turned to her students, who’d been at the library helping with the scanning. “Alright guys, let’s wrap it up for today.”
Giles nodded. “I’m—I’m just gonna stay and clean up a little. I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in the middle ages.” He started up the stairs.
“Did you ever leave?” Ms. Calendar called after him.
Giles stopped and looked back at her.
She smiled to herself, obviously pleased with his reaction to her comment.
Buffy growled only loud enough for Chloe to hear before hurrying up the stairs and pushing Giles up as she went, breaking the connection immediately.
Sam went to talk to Ash as the doors to the library swung open and a pissed looking Dean stormed in, going to lean against the wall next to Chloe.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Chloe finally asked. “What happened to you?”
“Cordelia has a new boyfriend.” Dean responded, voice a growl.
Chloe managed to stop her smile.
This whole I hate you/I love you thing Cordelia and Dean had going on was just so cute. But, really, they needed to get with the program and get together. They obviously felt deeply for each other, and wanted to assassinate anyone who got with the other.
The problem was that the both of them were prideful and had an attitude, and neither would go to the other to talk things out.
“Who is he?” The blonde asked.
“His name is Malcolm Black, and he’s eighteen. He lives in Elmwood, which is about eighty miles from here. They met online the beginning of this week.” Dean growled out. “Apparently he sent her a picture of himself and he looks like an Abercrombie and Fitch model.”
Chloe blinked. “Cordelia told you all this?”
Dean snorted. “What? No. She doesn’t know I know.”
“Then how do you know?” Chloe wanted to know. “You didn’t make Sam hack---?”
“No.” Dean shook his head. “I noticed Cor acting all odd and dreamy and I got suspicious, so I chatted up her friend Harmony and she spilled the beans.” A moment’s sadness crossed his features.
Chloe was silent, observing his face, before reaching over and embracing Dean in a sisterly hug. Dean froze in her arms before sighing and hugging her back, holding her close, accepting the comfort. “So, how about we make this a brownie night?” The blonde finally asked as they pulled away.
Dean suddenly smirked. “You bring the brownies, I bring the hunger!”
Laughing, Chloe shook her head, and turned to where Sam was watching her and Dean oddly, and Buffy and Giles were coming back down the stairs, chatting amongst themselves on the possibility of the plague actually being a curse by a very powerful witch. “Hey guys, brownie night at Giles’ tonight?”
Giles didn’t even bother remind her that she hadn’t asked him for permission to go to his house.
Everyone was up to “Brownie Night”.
They finished the work there, and all piled into Giles’ small car. The girls made a quick pit stop at the grocery store to buy the needed things to make the brownies, and then they went to Giles’ small but homey place.
The evening was filled with laughter and fun and teasing, all enjoying the brownies Chloe had to keep making because they were all eaten minutes after coming out of the oven. Of course, all laughter died when Sam and Chloe exchanged looks and finally confessed to what they’d been doing at night.
“Do you two realize how dangerous that was?” Giles was angry, glaring at them both. “The powers of the Hellmouth are not to be trifled with! You could have been seriously hurt! The both of you!”
“We know, and don’t blame Sam, it was all my idea.” Chloe sighed, leaning back against the sink. “I wanted to do this with just him, just in case it was a bust. But it wasn’t. It’s working. Slowly, but still doing something.”
“When you saw you can channel it through you, what exactly do you mean?” Buffy asked, sitting on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen, intrigued.
Chloe turned to Sam.
He nodded, clearing his throat before outstretching his hand over a brownie on the place. “Remember, it’s a work in progress.” He cleared his throat again and began to mumble some words in latin.
It trembled slightly, but other than that nothing happened.
Dean snorted in amusement.
“She was blocking her influence on it.” Sam glared at his brother before turning to Chloe, nodding, and trying it once more.
Chloe’s eyes flashed black for a second, and then the brownie shot up into the air, exploding against the ceiling, reigning chunks all around them.
The blonde smiled sheepishly. “I still need to work on controlling how much I let channel through me.”
“You’re a conduit.” Giles whispered to himself, taking off his glasses and rubbing off the pieces of brownie stuck to it. “I need to call the Watcher’s Council immediately and tell them about this. You---you need an instructor, someone who can help you safely learn how to use the mystical energies that flow through you.”
“So you’ve heard of something like this happening before? They have someone who can help?” Chloe asked, eyes wide.
“Well, no. I’ve never heard of anything similar before.” Giles admitted, visibly shaken. “But it’s beginning to shed some light on the mystery that is your connection to these energies.”
“Really?” Dean snorted. “Because all I got is more questions!”
“Do we all.” Buffy announced, before pushing off of the island and turning to Chloe. “What does it feel like?”
“Heat, tingling.” Chloe responded, she turned to Sam. “What about you?”
“Same thing, but to a much lesser degree than you I’d suspect.” Sam nodded.
Dean turned to Giles. “So does this make my brother Bewitched?”
Sam sent a glare in his brother’s directions.
“He did do a spell, without her, somewhat.” Buffy agreed. “It trembled.”
“I---I will need to talk to my superiors---.” Giles turned and walked away, heading towards his phone.
Breath coming out raggedly, Chloe threw a punch, but Angel was too fast. He dodged her punch, rounded up behind her, and grabbed her in a headlock.
“Give in?” He purred into her ear.
“What, and disappoint my mentor?” Chloe wheezed.
She rotated her body, using her shoulder, and placed her arm in front of his body. Placing her leg behind both of his she fell backwards and tripped him over her leg. Pushing off of the ground the moment they landed, Angel stunned, Chloe pulled the stake from where it was in her pocket and straddled Angel, stake resting over his heart.
Angel looked up into her face and then grinned. “Good work!”
Chloe grinned back down at him. “I thought so myself.”
They continued to look at each other, and the stake slipped through Chloe’s fingers, falling harmlessly onto Angel and rolling off of him to the grass beneath.
Angel’s gaze darkened as it fell to her lips.
Chloe’s heart began to beat rapidly, lips parting, unable to tear her gaze from his face.
During their training sessions the heat was always there, pulling at them, leaving Chloe dizzy and needy in a way she’d never been before. She could feel the power in him, could feel it calling to her, just like she knew that something in her called to him.
They were slowly, painfully seducing the other, without even trying.
Angel’s hands went to her hips, and Chloe’s heart skipped a beat---her breath catching in her throat for a second---as she saw the hunger and desire in those golden tinted eyes. If she pushed, if she provoked him just a little more, his face would shift.
Angel growled deep in his throat, his fingers digging into her hips, face shifting into that of his demon. One hand left her hip to travel up the expanse of her back, beneath her shirt, nails scraping her skin in a way that caused her to whimper and arch under his touch, wanting more.
There was something dark and untapped in her due to that obscure connection of hers with the Hellmouth, and it relished these touches, the slight pain.
Angel’s hand covered the kanji on her shoulder blade possessively, digging his fingernails in around them.
The words seemed to heat under his touch.
Chloe mewled, leaning down towards him, unable to look away from his golden gaze, her lips only inches from his…
The sound of her father driving up the driveway brought her lips away right before they could touch Angel’s, bringing her back to her senses, although the growl of disapproval reverberating in the vampire’s throat was almost enough to make her forget about everything.
“Angel…” She whispered, trying to pull away despite his possessive hold on her hips. “You have to go.”
Angel gave a little snarl before closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath, his face returning to its human disguise and his hands loosening their hold. “Sorry.”
Chloe heard her father entering the house and calling her name. “You have to go.”
The vampire nodded as they scrambled to their feet.
He sent her a last hungry look before giving her a little nod and disappearing into the shadows.
Chloe watched him go silently, heart racing and disappointment thick in her throat.
“Honey?” Her father’s voice was slightly hysteric by now. He’d been a little paranoiac ever since she’d ‘fallen on the barbeque fork’ that he hadn’t realized they’d had.
“Outside, dad!” Chloe called.
He quickly appeared through the kitchen door, standing on the threshold. “Sweetie, what are you doing out there by yourself?”
“I’m uh,” Chloe looked around her before bending to touch her toes. “Doing exercises, dad!”
“Oh, that’s, healthy.” Gabe announced, leaning against the doorway. “But isn’t it a little late to be exercising? You might catch a cold.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Chloe nodded. “I---I’m going back inside in a few.”
“Okay.” Gabe nodded before entering, calm now that he’d seen his daughter and knew that she was okay.
Chloe waited until her father was gone before turning to look at the darkness around her, feeling the Hellmouth energy crackling around her fingertips.
He was still somewhere out there, watching her.
Smiling she grabbed the discarded stake, stuck it in her back pocket, and went inside.
“So, how long have you been practicing?”
Chloe looked up from where she’d been waiting for Buffy to finish with her computer science class. Chloe’s Health Class had ended early so she’d taken to loitering outside of the computer science classroom. She hadn’t expected for the door to open and for Ms. Calendar to appear in front of her.
“Practicing what?” Chloe asked, a little confused, a little wary.
“Sometimes, light crackles around your fingertips. Like now.”
Chloe’s eyes widened as she jerked her gaze down to her fingers. Sure enough, she was slowly wriggling her fingers and light crackled around them every couple of seconds. “That’s not good.”
“You’ve obviously untapped your abilities, but you can’t control them.” Ms. Calendar announced easily. “You need a guide, a mentor, and I doubt Rupert’s the best person for that. He will have his hand full with Buffy.”
Chloe’s eyes widened on the teacher. “How do you know--?”
Ms. Calendar smiled, obviously pleased. “Well, let’s just say that you guys aren’t the only ones around here who know something about the occult, or the fact that weird stuff seem to gravitate here naturally. The portents that appear here all the time are incredible, and you should see the bones I’ve been casting since I moved here.”
“Who are you?” Chloe asked, shocked.
“I teach computer science at the local high school.” Was the cheeky reply.
“I was kinda asking if you were a witch.” Chloe admitted.
“Mm.” Ms. Calendar pursed her lips for a second. “I don’t have that kinda power. ‘Technopagan’ is the term I use. But I have had natural born witches in my family, and I know how to help you.”
“Why would you?” Chloe narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“Good, you’re suspicious of me, that’s being smart.” Ms. Calendar grinned, approving. “And as for your question. I have noticed many times that Buffy is one of the only things that’s keeping everyone here alive, and she’ll need all the help she can get. You don’t have to trust me right away, but let me help you, if only to keep yourself safe.”
“Keep me safe?” Chloe asked, not liking the sound of that.
Ms. Calendar nodded. “Chloe, I don’t think you notice it, but lately you’ve been slowly radiating this power that even me, with my lowamount of perception, can sense. It’s a wonder that all the vampires in town haven’t targeted your home at sundown each night.”
“Power is addictive to the things that go bump in the night.” Ms. Calendar’s face was serious. “And you’ve just become something to have. Whatever it is that makes you radiate this power is going to keep attracting the predators until they either catch you---or you learn to mask it.” She paused. “But for that, you need to start learning. Tonight if possible.”
The blonde hesitated before looking up at the teacher. “Can I bring Sam with me?” She cleared her throat and looked away. “He’s been helping me with this.”
“So he’s opened himself up to it as well.” Ms. Calendar tapped her bottom lip with a fingernail before nodding. “Yes, bring him. We’ll start after school ends. And don’t worry about Rupert, I’ll talk to him about this.”
With a grin at Chloe, Ms. Calendar went back to her classroom.
That evening, Chloe and Sam waited outside the library with everyone else while Ms. Calendar and Giles argued inside. Chloe could understand Giles’ protectiveness when it came to her and his distrust of Ms. Calendar, but Chloe really needed this.
The teacher was right.
Giles was already busy with Buffy and the others.
Maybe this was fate.
Maybe it was destined for his multiple calls to the Watcher’s Council to go unanswered because she already had a teacher here.
The doors swung open and Ms. Calendar grinned victoriously as her gaze fell on Sam and Chloe. “Come on then, let’s go!”
Sam and Chloe exchanged a look before nodding and following.