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SuperSlayerVille: Season One 9/12 
14th-Sep-2009 07:23 am
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’s life was a busy, weird one.

Not only was she supposed to keep her grades up, but she had the magic/control lessons with Ms. Calendar and Sam. She also had to help patrol with Buffy, research any new baddies with Giles, learn how to fight with Angel (who’d tried not to touch her more than necessary after that incident), keep her father ignorant of what was going on while still keeping him safe, play counselor to Dean and his ongoing battle with Cordelia…and also had to keep her friends in Smallville happy.

Which was proving to be hard.

Even Pete was beginning to feel that she just wasn’t interested in writing or talking to them anymore. That she liked her Californian friends better.

Chloe was going to scream.

Or have a nervous breakdown…

Or both at the same time.

It hadn’t helped that the last couple of weeks she’d not only had to help Giles run the school talent show (Principal Snyder, the new and quite scary principal, had forced Giles into running it and Giles had begged for help and Chloe had been the only one to offer it while the others sniggered) but it turned out that one of the wooden dummies was actually a cursed hunter and that one of the students in the talent show was actually a demon who needed a human heart and brain every seven years to keeps its human form. 

Buffy, Sam and Dean had been forced to perform in the talent show, (a memory they all repressed afterwards and refused to speak of ever again) and they all had had to help Sid figure out who the demon was.

So, Chloe had even more placed upon her shoulders (since she was basically running the talent show with Giles helping her---even though it should have been the other way around).

They’d finally managed to slay the demon and Sid the Dummy was put to eternal rest now that his mission in life was over, but Chloe knew it was only wishful thinking, hoping that nothing would happen this week so she could just relax.

“So they’ve been kinda jealous, huh?” Buffy asked, referring to Clark and Pete, holding her books to her chest as they walked down to their first class together.

“Yeah, but I can understand them still.” Chloe sighed, hugging her own books to her chest. “I used to be with them all the time, and they don’t know about what I’m doing here. Obviously it will look as if I’m avoiding them or something.”

“Boys.” Buffy snorted. “I bet you that if you went to Smallville and the same thing happened the Winchesters would be jealous too.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, amused. “Not you?”

Buffy snorted. “If you’re going to Smallville I’m coming with you to make sure you come back and they don’t steal you away!”

Both girls giggled and knocked shoulders together as they entered the classroom. Sam was sitting by his desk, looking over one of the books Ms. Calendar had given him as ‘homework’. Jenny, as she asked them to call her when they were studying together, believed she could feel some magic in Sam, or at least some potential for it, and she wanted him to do his best to explore the potential.

And he was taking it serious.

Cordelia was checking her makeup in her mirror, looking up in annoyance when Wendell walked over and stopped in front of her to look at his paper in the light.

“Hello? Doofus!” She announced, causing him to look at her. “You’re in my light.”

“Wendell, what’s wrong with you?” Dean appeared, clapping the other boy’s shoulder in mock outrage. “Don’t you know that she is the center of the universe and that the rest of us merely revolve around her?”

Wendell chuckled.

Cordelia raised a half amused eyebrow at Dean, not as angry as she usually was with him. “I don’t know about the rest of the world, Winchester, but you seem to revolve around me.”

Dean snorted, losing some of his bravado. “You wish, Chase.”

Buffy shook her head as Chloe and her found their seats, and sent Amy a wave before talking to Chloe again. “Why do I have a feeling those two are going to get married right out of high school and have the most annoying children ever?”

Chloe snorted in amusement as Dean and Cordelia continued to banter between them, completely forgetting Wendell, who shook his head and took his seat.

Everyone took their seats as Ms. Tishler entered the classroom. “Alright, take your seats. In a moment we will choose partners and practice what we read about in chapter five for homework last night.”

Sam finally put down his book and paid attention.

“Before we do, let’s review.” Ms. Tishler continued. “Isaacson’s research led him to conclude that one of our fundamental needs after food and shelter is to be heard.”

Buffy dropped her pencil and bent down to pick it up.

“Wendell,” Ms. Tishler called out. “Would you read the first to paragraphs on page seventy eight…”

Noticing Buffy staring at something, Chloe frowned and noticed a young boy standing at the door, watching them.

Ms. Tishler continued. “…where Isaacson describes the rapid improvement active listening brought to some special needs clients.”
Wendell opened his book. He then screamed and dropped it on his desk, and suddenly there were countless tarantulas crawling out of it.  Ms. Tishler and the students closest to him screamed and quickly got out of their chairs and away from him.

Dean got up in a flash of lightly, pushing Cordelia behind him protectively, the brunette holding onto the back of his jacket and hiding her face in it as she screamed.

The tarantulas began to crawl all over Wendell.

“Please!” He screamed, terrified. “Get ‘em off of me! Help! Help! Help me! Oh, please help me! Please!”

Buffy and Sam hurriedly raced to Wendell, using their textbooks to try and sweep the arachnids off of the screaming male.

Chloe turned to the doorway, but the boy who’d been there seconds before was gone. She was rooted in her spot, watching as the spiders all crawled away now that Buffy and Sam were attacking them, and they hurried out into the halls, causing more screams to be heard.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, leaning over a near frozen Wendell.

Dean had disappeared with Cordelia during the screaming, so it was only Sam, Buffy and Chloe with Wendell, screams still loud in the hall.

“I---I don’t know what to say.” Wendell stammered.

“You don’t have to say anything.” Buffy shrugged. “You saw two hundred spiders and you Gonzoed. Anybody would have.”

Wendell remained silent, gaze ducked.

Chloe frowned. “Has anything like this ever happened before?”

He nodded his head yes.

Sam’s eyes widened. “When?”

Wendell sighed. “Lots of times.”

“Can you explain?” Buffy asked, confusion on her face.

Wendell looked at all of them before running his hand over his hair. “I had the best collection in the tri-county area. Browns and tarantulas and black widows... Then my folks shipped me off to wilderness camp.” He looked away, snorting in disgust. “All my brother had to do was maintain their habitats. Instead he left their heat lamp on for a week. When I came home they were all dead. That's when the nightmares started.”

“Nightmares?” Buffy asked, going to the window, frown on her face as she concentrated on something outside.

Wendell nodded. “It’s always the same. I’m sitting in the classroom, teacher asks me to read something, I open up my book and then there they are.” He ducked his gaze. “They’re coming after me. God, can you blame them after what I did?”

“And that’s how it happens?” Sam’s eyes were narrowed. “Every time?”

The other boy nodded. “When it happened today I thought I’d just nodded off again. But then everyone else started screaming too.”

Buffy pushed away from the window. “I—I saw the little boy. I’m going to see if he’s okay.” And with that she hurried out of the room.

Chloe watched her go with a frown before turning to Wendell and watching Sam talk to him, telling him that it wasn’t his fault, and if anyone was at fault it was his brother.

Dean reappeared in the doorway. “What the hell just happened?”

Chloe got up. “I’ll let the boys fill you in. I’m going to go see Giles.”

Dean nodded in understanding.

The blonde left the classroom, looking both ways and jumping over the spiders still crawling around the hallway, hurrying towards the library, swinging the doors open. “Giles!”

For a moment there was nothing, only silence, and then Giles appeared out of the stacks and looked around him, bewildered.
Chloe frowned. “Are you okay? Did something happen?

“I was, uh, in the stacks.” Giles finally turned his attention on her. “I got lost.”

“Lost?” Chloe echoed. “In the stacks?”

Giles nodded.

“Okay, another weird thing today.”

He frowned. “What do you mean? Did something happen?”

“Didn’t you hear the screaming?” Chloe asked, blinking. “Wendell opened up his book and about two hundred spiders just came crawling out of it, and get this--, he’s dreamt of it before it happened.”

“Like a premonition, you think?” Giles asked, coming down the stairs.
“I don’t know, maybe.” She shrugged.

Things had gotten weirder after that. They’d been going over books trying to figure out what was going on, when Sam came into the library and told them that there’d been an attack on a girl in their year, Laura. Apparently she’d gone down to the school basement to smoke and then she’d been attacked, beaten half unconscious.

Since the school was in an uproar already, it was easy for them to sneak out to the hospital to visit Laura, and try to see if she was okay, and if she’d seen whoever it was that’d attacked her. The visit had only proved to make the day even weirder when Laura described her attacker as an ‘it’, something she’d never seen before, that’d tried clobbering her to death. It’d apparently called her “Lucky Nineteen” right before its attack, and Chloe was sure it was a clue.

But what could it mean?

They’d left the room and met up with Laura’s doctor, who’d surprised them by saying that Laura wasn’t the first one this had happened to. Apparently the first victim of whoever (or whatever) doing this had been found a week ago, and he was still in coma. The doctor was worried because if the young boy didn’t wake up soon there was a good chance he never would.

The trio had gone back to school and gone to the library, cutting classes like usual. Then again, things seemed to be getting weird around them, and no one seemed all that worried about classes---not even the teachers.

“This can’t be happening.” Giles took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes from where he was going over a number of newspapers.

“What?” Chloe looked up at him in worry.

Giles stopped rubbing his eyes and turned to look at her and Sam. “I’m having a problem.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “What kind of problem?”

Giles took in a deep, calming breath. “I can’t read.”

The two teenagers shared a look before Chloe turned to Giles once more. “What do you mean you can’t read? You can read in five different languages! And that’s not counting the dead languages or demonic!”

Giles took in another deep breath, obviously the first hadn’t been enough to calm him. “The-the words here don’t make any s-sense. It’s gibberish!” He stepped away in frustration. “And where is Buffy during all of this?”

“Last I saw her she was going after some boy.” Sam offered.

Giles snorted, shaking his head. “Now is not the time to be thinking about dating.”

Chloe bit back a giggle at that as she reached for the newspaper that had Giles so frustrated, eyes widening as she saw the boy featured in the picture. “That’s him.”

“Who?” Sam and Giles asked at the same time.

“The kid I saw right before Wendell’s spider episode, the kid Buffy saw and ran out after.” She began to read the article under the picture. “’Twelve-year-old Billy Palmer was found beaten and unconscious after his kiddie league game Saturday. Doctors describe his condition as critical.’ When was this published?” She looked at the date. “Last week. It says that he’s in a coma in intensive care.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “This must be the boy from the hospital!”

Giles blinked. “The first victim?” He turned to Chloe. “And you and Buffy have both seen him around the school?”

Chloe nodded.

Giles shook his head, confused. “But this boy’s been in a coma for a week. How can this be possible?”

“Uh, well, um, there’s always astral projection.” Sam announced, causing them to both look at him. He cleared his throat and looked down, a little uncomfortable. “In this book Ms. Cal---Jenny---gave me to read, it talks about astral projection. The, uh, theory is that while one sleeps one has another body, an astral body, which can travel through time and space.”

“Billy’s in a coma.” Chloe nodded. “That’s like being asleep. Giles, what do you think?”

The watcher paused before sighing. “Maybe that insufferable Calendar woman has some use.”

Sam and Chloe exchanged amused grins.

They looked up when the library doors swung open, and Chloe dropped the newspaper in shock when she recognized the two males strolling into the library.

It---It couldn’t be!

“Clark?” She whispered, eyes wide, voice whispery. “Pete?”

“There you are!” Pete grinned. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Why is no one in class in this school?”

“I can’t believe it.” Chloe whispered before rushing to embrace the both of them. “What are you two doing here?”

“We had Friday off so we got permission and drove really fast all night from Smallville to see you, since it’s the long weekend and all.” Pete announced.

“We need to speak to you.” Clark announced, quieter. “Privately.”

Sure.” Chloe nodded, surprised that one could reach Sunnydale from Smallville in a night’s drive (she’d thought it would be more than that) and then remembered Giles and Sam. “Uh, oh! I’m sorry, Pete, Clark…this is Mr. Giles, the librarian. And this is Sam, one of my friends that I’ve told you two about.”

They nodded and greeted each other somewhat tensely, before Clark’s arm went around Chloe’s waist. “We’ll be stealing her away.” He announced before beginning to lead her out, Pete following.

“I’ll be back!” Chloe called over her shoulder as they ushered her out into the hall, moving as one until they were out of the building and on the campus. “Okay guys, why exactly are you here?”

“And here we thought you’d be happy to see us.” Pete snorted. “Are you that happy here that you just want to forget about us?”

“What?” Chloe asked, horrified. “Pete—I would never---.”

“Then why are you never there when we’re online or never answer us when we call—when we email?” Pete snapped.

“I do answer!” Chloe bit her bottom lip, looking from one to the other.

“Yeah, with a ‘hey Clark, Pete, how are you doing? Sorry can’t write much but I’m busy! Miss you! Chloe!’ I feel the love, Chloe!” Pete threw his hands in the air.

Chloe flinched back as if hit at the pain on his face. “I’m sorry.”

Chloe,” Clark sighed, turning her so that she was looking into his face. “We miss you, come back home.”

Chloe’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I already talked to your dad, and my parents.” Clark announced, his thumbs rubbing against the skin of her arms. “You can come live with us and your father will pay for your studies and necessities. You can come back home.”

Chloe couldn’t believe it. “He s-said that?”

“I told you she wouldn’t be happy.” Pete snorted. “She couldn’t care less about us and how we need her. She thinks her new friends are better than us hicks.”

“I would never think that!” Chloe turned to Pete, needing him to know this. “I love you and Clark like brothers! You have been my best friends since I was young!”

“Then come back with us.” Clark pleaded, looking deep into her eyes. “Come back with me. Leave everything here and just come.”

“I’m needed here.” She whispered. She—she was a part of the team here. Sure---sure she didn’t exactly know what part of the team she was, but she was a part of it!

“You’re needed in Smallville. You’re needed by us. You’re the one who helped us make it bearable!” Pete exclaimed angrily. “You’re the reason we’ve been able to help protect the students from the meteor freaks. You’re needed there!”

“I’m needed here too.” Chloe tried to protest.

“Really? Why? By who?” Pete snorted. “What do you possibly do here that can even compare to the good you do in Smallville? You are a champion of the people! You need to be where the people need you!”

Chloe gulped. “This is a hellmouth. Which means that there are demons and witches and things here that need taken care of. Buffy, my friend, is a Slayer. Giles is her watcher, and Sam and his brother help too. Sam’s really intelligent and Dean’s good at fighting.”

“Then why do they need you?” Pete threw back.

Chloe staggered, having her own doubt thrown in her face. “I---.”

“Chloe, they don’t need you. You’re probably just a burden to them and they’re being too nice not to tell you to your face. They don’t need you, probably don’t even want you here all that much.” Clark whispered, leaning down closer to her. “We do. Come back with us. Leave Sunnydale to the Slayer.”

“I---I can’t.” Chloe whispered.

Clark’s face was heartbroken. “Don’t you love us anymore?”

“Of course I do!” She clutched at him. “You’re like my brother.”

Clark winced. “But they’re more important to you than us. You care more about their safety than you do ours.”

No.” Chloe whispered.

“Chloe, you have to choose.” Clark told her. “You have to choose either life in Sunnydale or Smallville, you have to choose them or us. You can’t have both and you know it!

She shivered, lowering her gaze, eyes filling with tears.

Choose.” Clark whispered. “You’re going to lose one someone way or the other.”

Chloe’s eyes widened as her worst nightmare came true.

“We’ll come to your house tonight.” Pete told her as Clark let go of her and they began to walk away. “We’ll either be there to take you  back home with us, or to say our goodbyes forever.”

Chloe trembled, fists shaking, before she sniffled and wiped at her eyes. She---she couldn’t deal with this right now. She---they had something they needed to do.

Tonight---tonight she’d sort things out.

Heading back to the library, Chloe stopped when she saw Dean there with Sam and Giles, pulling on his gym shirt. 

“Where are your other clothes?” She asked.

Everyone turned to her.

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Were you crying?”

She ignored him, eyes on Dean.

Dean sighed. “They kinda vanished.”

Chloe blinked. “What do you mean, ‘vanished’?”

“One minute I was in the hall fully clothed and the next I’m wearing nothing but a black thong and the jocks are pinching my ass.” Dean announced. “It was a total nightmare! The only good thing was that I have P.E. today so I had my gym clothes with me!”

Chloe froze, eyes narrowing. “What did you say?”

Dean frowned, confused. “Uhm, that I have P.E.--.”

No. You said it was a total nightmare. Just like Wendell’s spiders, just like—just like what happened just now with Clark and Pete. It’s a nightmare I’ve been having.” She turned to Giles. “Have you ever had a nightmare about getting lost in the stacks or—I don’t know---not being able to read?”

“You can’t read?” Dean turned to Giles in surprise.

Giles opened his mouth before he closed it again, eyes widening. “Our nightmares are coming true.”

“And we’re thinking Billy has something to do with this, right?” Sam asked, not at all phased by the fact that their nightmares were coming true.

That was just normal life when living on a Hellmouth.

“That’s the most likely cause.” Giles nodded.

Dean frowned. “And Billy would be…?”

“He’s a boy in the local hospital who was beaten into a coma.” Chloe explained, beginning to pace the room.

“He must have crossed over from the nightmare world he’d been trapped in,” Sam agreed. “And brought the nightmare world with him.”
Dean snorted. “Thanks a bunch, Billy.”

“We have to stop this, and soon.” Giles announced seriously. “Or else everyone in Sunnydale is going to be facing their own worst fears---and they won’t all be as tame as finding themselves wearing a thong surrounded by admirers.”

Dean made a face. “Hey! That wasn’t harmless! That was traumatizing! I’ll never feel safe using the boys changing rooms ever again!”

Giles wasn’t listening though, his face worried. “We have to find Buffy. She doesn’t know what’s happening and she’s chasing after Billy all over the school as we speak.” He reached for his coat. “And given the sort of things she tends to dream about, it’s imperative that we find her.”

They hurried out of the library in time to see a commotion down the hall. Some nerds were dragging Cordelia towards the chess club. But Cordelia didn’t look like she usually did. Her hair was wild and frizzy, she was dressed in the most horrible, unfashionable and unflattering clothes that covered her completely, and she was wearing orthodontic headgear.

“No! What are you doing?” She screamed, trying her best to fight them, but the skinny boys were apparently strong, easily dragging her with them as they neared the chess club. “Hey! No! You don’t understand! I don’t wanna go!” Cordelia whined and cried. “I’m not even on the chess team! I swear I’m not!”

Chloe didn’t know whether to feel sorry for the obviously confused girl or laugh out loud at Cordelia Chase’s worst nightmare.

“What the hell do they think they’re doing to my woman?” Dean hissed as he took off after them, disappearing into the chess club’s room.

Dean!” Cordelia’s voice was loud with relief. “Thank God!

Chloe blinked. Cordelia looked horrible and Dean hadn’t cared. He’d still rushed in after to rescue her from the horrors of sitting down with nerds and playing chess endlessly.

“He’s so whipped.” Sam chuckled.

Even Giles had to chuckle slightly in amusement before shaking his head. “We need to find Buffy. I’ll go this way, you and Sam go that way.”

Chloe and Sam nodded before rushing off in their direction. They called Buffy, making their way through the chaos that was the hall, and then they chose a door and entered through it, frowning when they found the next hall vandalized with swastikas spray-painted everywhere.

There was no one in the hallway.

The teens shared wary looks before continuing onwards.

“Buffy?” Chloe called as a light hanging from the ceiling flickered.

There were sheets of plastic hanging from the ceiling. The teens pushed through a pair and stopped when suddenly they could hear incessant giggling coming towards them.

Sam pushed Chloe protectively behind him when he saw a shadow through another sheet of plastic.

Suddenly a clown burst through, Sam tensing up in terror as the clown held up a knife.

Chloe’s eyes widened as she came face to face with Sam’s worst fear.

The clown, still giggling demonically, came at them.

In seconds Sam turned and grabbed Chloe’s arm, both beginning to run desperately down the hall, the thing on their trail, laughing loudly. The clown sliced through a sheet of plastic and it was so close that Chloe could feel the wind against her hair, causing her to scream and push forwards.

They got a small lead, leaving the clown a little behind, but as they turned the corner they ran into Giles, nearly falling to the ground, and losing precious seconds.

“No sign of Buffy?” The Watcher asked.

They grabbed hold of him and pulled him along with them as they started running again. He saw the clown and started running as well. Just as they were about to reach the end of the hall, Chloe slipped on a discarded plastic sheet on the floor, going down hard.
Before she could even push herself up something had grabbed her by her hair and thrown her into the wall, the blow to her head disorienting her. She tried to kick out, tried to remember all that Angel had been teaching her, but her world was spinning from the blow and she was somewhat weak as the clown grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the wall, her feet not touching the ground.

Chloe gasped, trying to breath, but its hold on her neck was unforgiving.

The clown giggled at her. “His worst nightmares come true…” And then it raised its knife to stab her.

“Don’t you touch her!” Suddenly hands grabbed the clown’s head and jerked it harshly to the side, a loud cracking sound reverberating in the hall as the life left the clown’s eyes and its hold on Chloe stopped.

Both she and the clown dropped to the ground.

Hand on her throat, Chloe coughed, breathing in desperate gulps of air. Her green gaze rose to see Sam standing over them, glaring down hatefully at the dead clown before his gaze widened and he turned to look at her. “Chloe? Are you okay?”

She could only look up at him in shock.

He’d faced his greatest fear---for her.

A small smile tilted her lips. “Yeah, thanks to you.”

He blushed and looked away before offering her his hand and helping her to her feet. They hurried outside.

Sam grinned. “I feel good! I feel liberated!”

“You faced your fear.” Giles deduced. “They say that if you face what you fear the most it has no more power over you.”

Sam grinned brighter.

People were running past them, screaming, their nightmares becoming alive and making Sunnydale seem like those post-apocalypse movies.

“Things are getting worse.” Giles whispered, worried. “In a few hours reality will fold completely into the realm of nightmares.”

“Well, what do we do to keep that from happening?” Sam asked.

“The only thing I can think is to try and wake Billy.” Giles replied, watching the chaos around him in frustration. “Where is Buffy? She shouldn’t be alone out there! She doesn’t even know what’s going on!”

“We looked all over school for her.” Sam pointed out. “So she has to be somewhere else.”

“But where?” Giles asked.

Chloe, sensing something, turned and blinked in surprise when she saw a dimensional rift to the graveyard across the street. “When did they put a cemetery in across the street?” The men turned to look at where she was pointing. “And when did they make it night over there?”

Sharing a look, realizing that Buffy could have headed there if she’d seen this, the trio hurried to the other side of the road and walked through the rift into the cemetery, into the night.

“Whose nightmare is this?” Sam asked, keeping close to Chloe, eyes narrowed, wary.

“It’s mine,” Giles whispered in an agonized voice as he stood in front of a gravestone.

It read: Buffy Summers 1981-1997.

Chloe’s eyes widened as they gathered around the grave, Giles kneeling defeated next to it. “I---I failed…in my duty to protect you.” He whispered to the grave, voice catching, eyes watering in deep, strong emotion. “I should have been more c…cautious. Taken more time to train you.” A tear escaped his eye and he wiped at it. “But you were so gifted. And the evil so great. I—I’m so sorry.”

He laid his hand on the fresh soil, as if trying to touch Buffy herself.

Chloe’s heart began to break as she saw him so broken. She turned to Sam and hid her face in his shirt, his arms going around her.

As Giles started to get up a hand reached up through the dirt and grabbed his. He cried out, and that caused Chloe and Sam to turn and watch with eyes wide as Buffy came up through the dirt of the grave.

She let go of Giles and stood, brushing herself off as he stood as well.

“Buffy?” Giles whispered, voice breaking in hope.

She looked up and smiled at them, her face that of a vampire. “I thought I was dead!”

“Your face…” Sam whispered.

Buffy frowned and slowly felt her face, eyes widening in horror when she realized what’d happened. “Oh, God!” She kept her hands up to her face and turned away from them when Giles took a tentative step towards her. “Don’t look at me!”

“You never told me you dreamt of becoming a vampire.” Giles whispered.

“This isn't a dream.” Buffy sniffled, back still to him.

Sam and Chloe shared a look, letting Giles handle this.

“No. No, it's not.” Giles agreed softly as he went to face her, laying his hands on her shoulders. “But there's a chance that we can make it go away. This all comes from Billy. Now, if, if we can only wake him up, I believe that the nightmares will stop and reality will shift back into place, but we must do it now. I need you to hold together long enough to help us. Can you do that?”

She looked up at Giles through her fingers, trembling slightly. “Why aren’t you disgusted? Why aren’t you scared of me? I’m a monster!”

Giles looked down tenderly into her face, obviously so very happy that she was alive, even if her face was permanently shifted into a demon’s. “You silly little girl.” He sighed, resting his forehead against hers and sighing. “You’re my Slayer.”

Buffy’s body trembled violently before she gasped out a sob and threw herself at Giles, burying her face in his shirt, crying loudly and holding tightly.

Giles held her close, whispering words of comfort, cheek pressed against her head.

Buffy nodded, finally pulling away, looking up at Giles in pure adoration.

If she’d been having a huge crush on her Watcher before, his behavior in the face of this situation had obviously caused her to fall head over heels in love with him.

“Let’s go.” Giles smiled at her.

Buffy nodded, smiling. “Yes, lets.”

Together they left the dimensional rip and entered daylight again in time (the sunlight not bothering Buffy despite her being a vampire) to see Dean running with Cordelia, he was in a black thong once more, flowers somehow in his hair. A bunch of nerds with chessboards, and very enamored jocks spouting poetry about Dean’s ass, were chasing them. The two chased teenagers held onto each other’s hand firmly and ran as fast as they could.

Shaking their heads at them, Sam, Chloe, Buffy and Giles turned and hurried to the hospital, where pandemonium reigned. Buffy filling in the pieces of what she’d done while with Billy Palmer, the little boy. Apparently he’d played little league and he was number nineteen.

“Lucky nineteen.” Giles and Chloe had said at the same time.

Buffy also told them about this disfigured, huge and grotesque man who had a club for a hand and was too strong for even her to fight who was trying to kill Billy.

They raced down the chaotic hospital’s hall and into the boy’s room, seeing that he was still lying in comatose as nightmares took over the world.

“What now?” Sam asked.

“Um…” Giles bent down to Billy. “Billy! Billy?”

“That won’t work.” Billy whispered.

Everyone turned towards the voice, Billy’s astral body standing by the curtains.

Giles looked up at him. “Billy! Uh, Billy, you have to wake up.”

“No,” the boy shook his head, frightened. “I told her.” He pointed to Buffy. “I have to hide.”

“Why?” Sam asked. “From what?”

“From him!” Buffy exclaimed from where she was standing by the doorway, looking down the hall.

Chloe hurried to Buffy’s side and looked down the hall, eyes widening as she saw an ugly, huge, deformed man coming towards them.
“I tried fighting him before.” Buffy whispered, turning to Chloe. “I couldn’t. He’s too strong.”

“Buffy, you can do this.” Chloe placed her hand on her shoulder. “You’re a vampire and a Slayer, that should make you doubly strong right now.”

Buffy paused, golden eyes widening. “You’re right.” She smiled, showing a hint of fangs. The Slayer took off her jacket and passed it to Chloe, before heading out into the hall. “Hey you! Glad you showed up!”

“Lucky nineteen!” The ugly man with the club for a hand grunted out.

Scary!” Buffy taunted, hands on her hips. “I’ll tell you something, though. There are a lot scarier things than you.” She took two steps forwards into the light. “And I’m one of them.”

The ugly man stopped in his tracks and just looked at her.

Buffy, empowered by his reaction, roared and ran to attack. She jumped on him, knocking him down, and punched him twice in the face. The Slayer tried for a third punch, but he blocked her and got his foot under her stomach. He pushed hard, and Buffy fell backwards.
Getting up quickly, she roundhouse kicked him in the gut, making him double over, but he pushed her into the window of Billy’s room and then threw her into the opposite wall. He tried to punch her with his club arm, but she ducked, and his arm slammed into the wall.
Buffy came up behind him and side kicked him in the back. He slammed into her, knocking her through the door and into Billy’s room, against his bed.

Chloe rushed to Buffy’s side.

As the ugly man stormed in after her, heading towards the girls, Sam picked up a chair and swung at his head, sending the man into the wall. A sound of pained surprise escaped his lips as he caught the chair when Sam swung it at him again, and the ugly man pulled it out of Sam’s grip, throwing it behind him and charging the boy.

Sam backed up, looking behind him quickly to make sure he wasn’t backing up into anything. The ugly man swung at Sam with his club arm, and Sam dodged the blow, eyes narrowed.

Buffy shook her head, coming back too after the blow to the head and looking up at the ugly man, who had his back to her and his full attention on Sam.

The man swung again with his club arm, but Sam, anticipating this, grabbed it and roughly brought it down, breaking it over his knee.
The man wailed in pain.

Buffy took the distraction and roared as she charged and jumped on him from behind. The man jerked around, trying to get her off of him, and then screamed when Buffy buried her fangs into his neck and began to drink. His movements became more sluggish until he finally fell to his feet and then collapsed the rest of the way, dead.

Buffy sat on his back, blood running down the side of her mouth.

Chloe rushed to her. “Chloe, are you okay?” She wiped at the face.

“I---I killed him----I---I drank his blood!” Buffy was beginning to freak out. “Instincts just took over and I was hungry since I rose and--!” Her eyes widened in horror as she pushed Chloe away. “Get away from me! I’m an animal! A monster! Get away!”

Slapping at Buffy’s hands, Chloe threw her arms around the Slayer/Vampire and hugged her tightly despite her struggles.

Buffy suddenly stopped struggling and held onto Chloe, crying.

“Is he---dead?” Billy whispered.

Sam reached out to the little boy. “Come here Billy.”

“I, I don’t…”

“He’ll return if you don’t.” Sam knelt in front of the frightened boy. “I had to face my own fear, and you need to do the same thing, that’s the only way he’ll go away.”

Billy looked fearfully into Sam’s face before putting his hand in the one Sam offered and letting the older boy lead him to the body on the floor.

Buffy stopped crying, and let Chloe help her stand, leaning her head against Chloe’s shoulder, watching Billy. “Go on, you can do it. No one else can.”

Billy took in a deep breath and bent down, reaching for the ugly man’s neck. He slowly peeled back his face, and a bright light streamed out.

In the next instant everything was back to normal. The ugly man was gone, Buffy’s face was human was once, and the hospital was functioning normally, doctors and patients walking peacefully down the halls.

Buffy touched her face and gave a little squeak of happiness, hugging Chloe and sending Sam an elated grin before throwing herself into the arms of a surprised Giles.

“Hey,” Sam smiled, looking at Billy, as the boy awoke from where he was lying in the hospital bed. “He’s waking up!”
They all smiled and gathered around the bed.

Billy yawned and rubbed his eyes, looking at them. “I had the strangest dream. And you were in it, and you…Who are you people?”
They all smiled.

“Let’s get a doctor.” Giles turned to Sam. They headed towards the door and were about to leave the room when a man in a coaching outfit appeared and blocked the way.

“Oh!” The man announced, seeing them. “Huh. Billy’s got company.” He took off his cap. “I-I-I’m his kiddie league coach. I come by here every day, just hoping against hope that he’s gonna wake up soon.” He cleared his throat. “He’s, uh, my lucky nineteen.”

Giles and Buffy exchanged a look.

Chloe narrowed her eyes and Sam clenched his fist.

Sensing the dark mood in the room, the coach cleared his throat once more, obviously nervous. “So, um, how is he?”

Chloe stepped aside to show him that Billy was awake. “He’s awake.”

The coach’s eyes widened in horror and he took a couple of disbelieving steps into the room. “What?”

“Billy told me that they lost the game, that he didn’t catch a ball he should have. You blamed him for losing the game.” Buffy spoke, shaking her head, face made up in disgust. “So you caught up with him afterwards, didn’t you?”

“What are you talking about?” The coach asked, acting innocent…badly.

Billy sat up, glaring at the coach. “You said that it was my fault that we lost.”

The coach, realizing that he’d been found out, tried to get away, but Sam was ready and grabbed him by the jacket, stopping him.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Billy told the coach. “There’s eight other players on the team. You know that.” Then, tired, he laid down again.

Buffy smiled proudly at him.

Billy smiled back.
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Back in school, the school bell rung announcing the end of the school day, and the students all rushed out, happy to be going back home, willing to forget that the weird things that’d happened that day had happened. It was amazing just how strong denial truly was.

“I just can't believe a kiddie league coach would do something like that.” Buffy shook her head as they walked towards the bus.

“Well, you obviously haven't played kiddie league.” Dean quipped, now fully clothed once more. “I'm surprised it wasn't one of the parents.”

Chloe sighed. It was so much easier when the bad guys were actually monsters and not humans. “I'm just glad he's behind bars where he belongs.”

“So, what exactly was your biggest nightmare?” Dean asked Chloe, surprising her. “We all know everyone else’s. Buffy was afraid of becoming a vampire, English was afraid of Buffy dying, Sammy was afraid of clowns, and I’m not that hot on public nudity or guys bigger than I am comparing my ass to the pale moon on a starless night.” He paused, making a disgusted face and shaking his head with a shiver before returning his attention to her. “But what was yours? Sam said that your two friends from Smallville appeared, so they have something to do with it, obviously.”

Chloe winced, the attention on her. “They---they wanted me to choose between my life here and my life there. They told me that I didn’t have a purpose here. And, in a way, they were right. Sam’s super intelligent, Dean’s great at strategies, and Buffy’s the Slayer. I don’t do anything special in this group.”

The brothers shared a disbelieving look.

Buffy snorted, shaking her head, putting her arm around Chloe’s shoulders and hugging her close. “You’re an idiot.”

Chloe looked up at her friend through teary eyes, a little surprised. She’d just bared her soul to them and hadn’t expected that reaction.

“Who does Winchester go to when he wants to whine about Queen C? Who defends Sam’s manhood? Who’s the only one who volunteers to help Giles at researching when everyone else makes excuses not to? And last but definitely not least, who is the one person who would hug me close when I’m vamped out and have the blood of my victim still on my lips?” Buffy asked, smiling tenderly into Chloe’s face. “Chloe. You idiot. You’re the most important person on this team. You’re the glue that keeps us together.”

Sam grinned and Dean nodded in agreement, reaching over to mess up her hair affectionately.

Chloe smiled at them all before hugging Buffy tightly.

She laughed and cried, feeling like she really belonged in this group for the first time as the boys joined in on the hug.

Chloe closed her eyes and smiled

She finally felt home.

 

Comments 
14th-Sep-2009 01:44 pm (UTC)
Hey I wanted to read this one but I'm so tired from my first day at school. I think I am going to bed not just wanted to let you know that I am going to comment as soon as possible write you later
14th-Sep-2009 02:25 pm (UTC)
Sure no prob! Sleep well! :D
15th-Sep-2009 12:11 am (UTC)
Cool Dean almost naked running away with Cordelia...picturing that in my head I couldn't help laughing. And what was Sam's real nightmare? Chloe being killed or being chased by a murderous clown (I personally find Clowns VERY scary). Ouey! I finally got some Pete/Clark even though they were fake ones produced by that nightmare thing going on. But Chloe really seems a little cold towards them. I am going to bed again x.x I sleep too much and thank you for uploading so fast have a nice day
14th-Sep-2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
awwwwww poor chloe her nightmare was so vad . i love how no matter what chloe was the one to help sam and buffy get over their nightmares . loved how this chapter ended .PPMS
14th-Sep-2009 04:49 pm (UTC)
Chloe loves both sides of her lives, as the girl the scooby gang knows and the girl Clark and Pete know, and she loves her friends dearly and knows they all need her so to have to choose---who to help, who to love...is a nightmare. I wanted to bring that across in this chapter and have an appearance by Clark and Pete at the same time.
14th-Sep-2009 04:44 pm (UTC)
This chapter was great! I loved that you worked in Sammy being scared of clowns. Not that I blame him, they kind of freak me out too. And I loved Chloe's fears, they seemed spot on for her character. All the Dean/Cordelia action was hilarious. lol. They would have dreams like that. Can't wait to read more!
14th-Sep-2009 04:51 pm (UTC)
I have to admit to having SO MUCH FUN writing the Dean/Cordelia bits----and the Sammy-stands-up-to-the-clown bit! Glad you approved of Chloe's fears, since I was wondering what to do for her for a bit.
14th-Sep-2009 05:17 pm (UTC)
Awww! So cute. I love Chloe & Buffy's bond.

LoL naked!Dean...wish I'd been there!
14th-Sep-2009 05:23 pm (UTC)
*laughs*

Every time I try to imagine Dean dressed in nothing but a black thong I don't know whether to burst out laughing or melt.....
14th-Sep-2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
GREAT chapter love; very well done!
14th-Sep-2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
Glad YOU approve! ;D Since, you know, how much I'm banging my head on the keyboard over all of this! lol Thankfully the keyboard banging has become less frequent! :D
14th-Sep-2009 07:03 pm (UTC)
/chuckle. I think you're doing great and I can completely understand the need to bang the keyboard once in a while.

I'm *still* frustrated with the stories I'm stuck on. Hope your doing better with regards to 'season two' :) And, by all means, give me a holler if you need someone to bounce your ideas around on -- I'm much softer and more forgiving than the keyboard at least :D
14th-Sep-2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
Awesome chapter. Seriously, if 200 spiders came out of a book I was reading I think I would die *shivers* It creeps me out just thinking about it.

Loved Dean in a thong and the cute Buffy/Giles moment in the cemetery. You were so right when you said I would be more conflicted this chapter. You NEED to get Sam a girlfriend so I can truly embrace the awesomeness that is Angel/Chloe and stop being distracted by Sam/Chloe *grins* God I love Sam/Chloe *starts daydreaming* Damn it, see what you did *grins*

Great job and I can't wait to see what happens next.
14th-Sep-2009 09:41 pm (UTC)
As a fellow Chloe/Sam lover I share your pain and conflict with this story----and I'm the one writing it! lol. But I'm trying to think of a way to end the conflict....
15th-Sep-2009 05:04 am (UTC)
Love!! You really had me going with Chloe's nightmare. I really thought that Clark and Pete had come to get Chloe.
Thank you for the lovely image of Dean in a thong.

She laughed and cried, feeling like she really belonged in this group for the first time as the boys joined in on the hug.

Love so much that Buffy told Chloe she was their glue and the group hug too cute.

15th-Sep-2009 05:21 am (UTC)
You're welcome! I'm glad you enjoyed the imagery! :D
2nd-Jan-2010 07:02 am (UTC)
Loved that chapter, kind of brought everything together. I loved the fluff at the end.
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