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.
Chloe would be leaving for Smallville in a couple of hours, but she didn’t feel the elation she had when she’d first gotten the ticket. Sure, she was going to spend the spring break with her old friends (and the summer as well when it came) but while she’d been anxious to see Clark and Pete again Chloe just couldn’t get over the near Apocalypse.
School had let out and everyone had gone their own way. Sam and Dean had been shipped off to bootcamp of all places by their father, who thought they were both getting out of hand, Cordelia had gone to Madrid with her family, and Buffy had just left an hour or two ago to stay with her father in L.A.
Even Giles had gone home to jolly old England to catch up with the Watcher Council and give them a detailed report about the Hellmouth opening (no matter how briefly) and what exactly had happened from an insider’s point of view.
Despite the fact that she should feel alone, Chloe felt relieved. She---there were too many things on her mind, too many questions that needed answering, questions she didn’t think she ever would get the answers for.
The only source of answers had been staked on a broken, upturned table, his skeleton disposed of by all of them, buried on sanctified ground by the tree in the middle of the Sunnydale Cemetery.
‘Free your father…your father…’
Vampires were dead.
It was impossible for them to impregnate…
Taking in a deep, ragged breath, Chloe hugged her knees to her chest and looked down at her fingers, twirling them lazily, watching the energy crackle like sparkles around her fingertips.
Ever since the Hellmouth opened, ever since Chloe had died, the negative affect the Hellmouth had on her had ended. She hadn’t felt the ripples beneath her, hadn’t felt the nausea, hadn’t felt anything.
She should be happy.
This was what she’d been trying to accomplish all along…
…and yet all Chloe felt was dark unease.
Something had changed inside of her that day. As if something that had been locked up had been broken open, and filled her, something that felt a part of her, and yet not…
It was confusing, it was frustrating, but it was the truth.
Chloe was always envisioning it somewhat like a seal inside of her being broken, and whatever it had been keeping within seeping out into her bones and organs, into her already freaky blood, and making her even freakier.
“Hey, I thought it was you.” A voice announced as Jenny Calendar slipped into the seat in front of her in the diner. “What’s wrong honey? You look troubled.”
Chloe somehow wasn’t surprised to see her computer science teacher and mentor there. Jenny was a new addition in Chloe’s life, but the blonde teenager had already grown used to her, and trusted her.
But---but she didn’t think that she could trust her with this.
Chloe---Chloe needed time to herself, time away from the Hellmouth.
Smallville would do her good.
“Have you ever felt that maybe you don’t know yourself as well as you’d thought?” Chloe asked, gaze on her fingers as they trailed around the mouth of her cup of coffee.
“All the time.” Jenny announced, waving down a waitress and ordering something for herself before returning her attention back on Chloe. “Especially when I was your age. This is the time when you define who you are, and who you’re going to be. You’re going to discover many things about yourself, your desires, your potentials, and also your dreams. It’s a terrifying time to live through.”
Chloe managed a smile at that.
“And its going to be harder on you all, especially you and Buffy; her with her destiny and you with your connection to the powers of hell itself. That’s gotta mess up and confuse a girl.” Jenny announced bluntly, which was one of the things Chloe liked about her. “But you have a great support system, Chloe. You have a father who loves you, friends who adore you, and you got a rocking hot computer science teacher who is always here if you need someone to talk to about anything that’s troubling you.”
Chloe smiled even more at that, looking up at her grinning mentor. “Thanks, Jenny. You---it means a lot for me to hear that.”
“Don’t mention it.” Jenny smiled, leaning over the table and giving Chloe’s hand a supportive squeeze before letting go and sitting back. “Now, you want to tell me why you’ve seemed so withdrawn these last couple of days?”
The blonde frowned.
She knew she should tell someone.
But she wasn’t ready to admit the possibility to herself much less tell anyone.
“It’s nothing really, just thinking about vampire stuff ever since what happened to me with the Master.” Chloe paused as the waitress brought Jenny what she’d ordered, resuming once the woman was gone. “I have so many questions, but they—they kinda seem stupid to me. And Giles would probably roll his eyes at me or something so I don’t…”
“Well, I’m not as versed in all of this as Mr. Hoity-Toity Council Watcher,” Jenny announced, cutting up her stake. “But you can run by any questions with me if you want. If I know any answers I’ll give them to you, and if I don’t, I always have friends I could ask.”
Chloe’s fingers froze on their journey around the mouth of the cup. “Really? You’d do that for me?”
“Of course Chloe.” Jenny shook her head as if thinking the blonde silly for thinking otherwise. “Especially if it’s an intriguing question.”
Oh, this is intriguing alright!
Chloe looked out of the window. “Is it---is it possible for a vampire and human to have a baby?”
There was silence.
Chloe turned to look at her teacher.
Jenny put down her knife and fork, observing her. “Chloe…” She began slowly. “I know you like Angel a lot, but----.”
For a moment Chloe didn’t know what one thing had to do with the other, and then her eyes widened and a blush covered her cheeks. “No! You have so gotten the wrong idea! I wasn’t—I don’t—I’m sixteen!”
Jenny narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Chloe before sighing with relief and smiling. “Good. Because you’re right, you are only sixteen.Way too young to be thinking about anything like that. First graduate from high school, then from college, have a career---then think about procreation.”
“I know, I know.” Chloe nodded. “Since I never had my mom around, Mrs. Kent, my friend Clark’s mom, gave me that speech. She----she always tried to be like a mother for me since I didn’t have one of my own.”
Jenny observed her silently, a little sadly.
Chloe shook her head, clearing her throat. “So, now that we’ve cleared the fact that I don’t intend on having demon spawn anytime soon… is it possible?”
The technopagan paused, considering. “I don’t really think so. I mean, vampires are basically dead. That should mean that their sperm is as well and so it can’t fertilize a female’s eggs, the same with the female vampires’ eggs and human sperm.”
“But what if the human isn’t exactly normal?”
“In what sense?” Jenny asked after chewing and swallowing, intrigued.
“Well, maybe she’s a half demon, or maybe, I don’t know, maybe she’s a powerful witch working some seriously strong and dark mojo.” Chloe tried to be as indifferent and innocent as possible as she said this.
Jenny frowned. “Well, I don’t know. Magic---magic is very strong. I still find it nearly impossible Chloe. I mean, for something like that to happen, that witch must have an almost godlike power.”
Or be connecting herself to an infernal power. Chloe ran her hand over her hair. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Still, I’m intrigued. I’ll ask around and maybe someone knows something that I don’t?” Jenny suddenly raised an eyebrow. “Just don’t use any findings with Angel. At least until you’re old enough to vote. Please.”
“I promise.” Chloe chuckled, amused that her teacher really thought she was looking for a way to have children with the vampire whom she was almost completely sure she’d fallen in love with (and knew for a fact that he was possessive and most probably loved her back) even though they’d never really sat down and talked about it or even defined their relationship.
“Good.” Jenny grinned brightly. “So, are you excited about going back to Smallville for the break?”
“Yeah.” Chloe nodded. “I’m going to miss Angel and everyone from here, but I’ve been missing Clark and Pete terribly, so I also can’t wait to go and see them.”
“I’m glad for you.” Her teacher responded. “Just be careful, okay? Just because Sunnydale is a Hellmouth doesn’t mean that the rest of the world is safe.”
“Yes ma’am.” Chloe, gaze going back to her cup, wondered if this was a conversation a mother and daughter would have. Or would it be more strained? She didn’t know, she could hardly remember her mother, and knew that the woman she remembered wasn’t even the woman her mother truly had been.
She tried not to feel resentful.
“It’s getting dark, and you caught the bus here, right?” Jenny’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Lets finish our food and then I’ll drop you over to your house on the way to mine, okay?”
Chloe smiled. “Okay.”
“I don’t think that he realizes why I kissed him.” Buffy’s pout was audible. “I mean, I think he thought it was the heat of the moment or thanking him for even considering dying in my stead or as an early apology for knocking him unconscious or something! I mean, he’s acting like he normally does with me, just, uh, more protective.”
Chloe sat on her balcony, looking out at the sunset as it colored the sky a multitude of colors. The moment Buffy had made it to her father’s home she’d called her, and Chloe was glad, she’d begun feeling lonely in her house by herself. “Well, that’s a step forwards, right? And anyway, if you take things slowly, when he does realize your feelings he mightn’t think its just some school girl crush.”
“True.” Buffy sighed. “But I just don’t want Ms. Calendar slithering her way into his heart before I can!”
Chloe snorted. “Buffy, two times now Giles has nearly gone ballistic when your life was put at risk, the Mrs. Madison thingy and the prophecy thing, so I think we can safely say that you’re in his heart already.”
There was pleased silence.
Chloe chuckled, shaking her head, leaning against the railing of her balcony. “Just be patient with him, Buff. He’s a guy, they’re all slow anyway. We advanced females must have some compassion on them.”
The Slayer giggled. “That’s true. We should be benevolent and patient with the slower sex.”
Chloe snorted and shook her head.
There was a moment’s pause. “So, talking about boys. How’s Angel? Is he coming to say goodbye before you have to go?”
While Buffy was still somewhat wary of Angel because of his being a vampire she was willing to give him a chance, not because of his soul, but because of Chloe. The Slayer had told her that she’d seen the way the vampire cared for Chloe, protected her, and it made Buffy happy and feel a little relieved because she knew that even if she mightn’t be able to always around to protect Chloe, Angel would be there in ‘back up capacity’.
“Yeah, he told me he’d be over as soon as the sun was down.” Chloe pressed her head back against the railing, looking up at the sky above. “We won’t have much time to say goodbye though, since dad is coming around that time to take me to the airport.”
Chloe bit her bottom lip. “How can you be so good about all of this?”
“About you having a very undefined yet vaguely sexy relationship with a hot souled vamp?”
“Not only that, I mean, you know, me.”
There was a pause.
“You’re referring to your blood.”
Chloe nodded, then remembered that Buffy couldn’t see her. “Yes.”
“Is this the reason why you’ve been so wiggy ever since the Hellmouth opening? I’ve noticed, you know, and it’s been bugging me but I wanted to give you time to tell me what was bothering you.” Buffy sighed. “I can’t believe you’d think this would wig me. I mean, Chloe, you had as much choice in whatever happened to you as I had in becoming a Slayer. And YOU don’t hold me being a Slayer against ME. Why should I hold whatever it is you are against you? You’re still my best friend, always will be.”
Touched, Chloe wiped at her moist eyes. “Thanks Buffy.” She frowned though, looking down at her fingernails, taking in a deep breath. “Buffy? As my best friend, I need you to promise me something.”
“Of course Chlo. Anything.”
Chloe closed her eyes, hand closing in a fist. “If, for any reason, I go rogue. I want you to promise you’ll slay me.”
There was a moment’s silence.
“What?” Buffy snorted. “Chloe, don’t be ridiculous. Why would you go rogue?”
Chloe squeezed her eyes tighter, and they hurt somewhat. She knew that Buffy wouldn’t be able to understand, would get the fact that even if Chloe wasn’t the mystical child of a Master Vampire and helluva strong and dark Witch, she was connected to a powerful, terribly dark, and horribly seductive power. And---and sometimes, especially after the Hellmouth opened, Chloe had this odd feeling…
She shook her head, not wanting to remember it, or think of it. She didn’t want to think of the nightmares she’d been having ever since the Mouth opened and Hell, if only for a couple of minutes, was connected to earth. She didn’t want to remember the feel the warmth of the blood, and the cold, dark satisfaction she’d felt as her own in each image during the long, restless nights.
She just couldn’t.
“Buffy, I---you remember my st-stories about Meteor Freaks.” Chloe gulped, wondering if the meteors hadn’t just mutated, or made stronger, whatever had already been wrong with her to start with. “They all go rogue, all become insane murderers.”
Even though Jenny didn’t believe vampire impregnating a possibility, Chloe was scared that it was.
It would explain her unexplainable connection to the Hellmouth---and her life before coming to Sunnydale. The Hellmouth gave off something that attracted baddies towards it, and she---she had had a way of always attracting freaks, attracting psychos. It---it all made so much sense it scared her.
“Don’t say something like that!” Buffy snapped. “Chloe, I know you. You’re not insane and you’re not a murderer! You’re the sweetest, most considerate person I know!”
“No! I will NEVER agree to a promise like that!” Buffy seemed angry and offended. “You will NOT go ‘rogue’, none of us would let you. And—and even if you DID we’d just lock you up in the cage until we could find a way to cure you. And don’t think to ask the Winchesters this because they’re liable to go ballistic on you if you do. NO ONE would ever kill you Chloe, so stop being an idiot and get those thoughts out of your head.”
Chloe sighed, a little grateful and yet worried, but she shook it off. “Okay.”
“Now, stop worrying about stuff like this and just enjoy yourself, okay?” Buffy asked, voice calming. “I have to go now, dad’s calling me.”
“Okay. I’m sorry Buffy.”
“That’s okay Chlo, just, just don’t let worries like that stay in your head for so long without sharing them with us, okay? You’ll hurt us too, not only you.”
“Okay.” She nodded, smiling softly at Buffy’s genuine care. “Have a great time, Buffy.”
“You too Chloe.” And with that she hung up.
Pressing the cellular against her forehead, Chloe closed her eyes, and let out a ragged breath.
As soon as darkness covered the face of the earth, Angel left the safety of the sewers and found Chloe sitting on her balcony. Worry filled him as he watched her, huddled against the railing, hugging herself, looking so small and defenseless. She was pale, and he knew that she didn’t sleep well anymore.
Angel had found himself stealing into her room at nights and just watching over her as she tossed and turned in bed, often crying and whimpering and thrashing around as if fighting with a nightmare. He’d shake her softly, not enough to wake her, but enough to jar her out of whatever dream she was having, and he’d relax when she’d drift into a few moments of peaceful sleep.
He didn’t know what was bothering her. Usually when around others Chloe had a blinding smile and was as chirpy and energetic as always, but Angel was sure that he wasn’t the only one close to her who was noticing the dark bags under her eyes or the way she would sometimes just stare straight ahead of her at nothing.
And ever since she’d come back to life she was beginning to smell different. It wasn’t bad, it was quite attractive actually, but it just wasn’t the smell he’d gotten used to associating with her. It smelt more like the Hellmouth, and he wondered if her connection with the ‘Mouth was getting stronger, if that was why she was smelling more like it.
It would make sense---at least concerning the nightmares. He’d never really heard of someone who had even close to the amount of affinity she had with the ‘Mouth, but he’d known a few who had a tiny bit, and they’d said that they’d had nightmares of all the evil the Hellmouth energy had caused happen all around them.
Chloe was probably sitting front and center, watching a live gore show every night.
He frowned at the thought and at the realization that at least for now he didn’t know of a way to help her.
Chloe looked up, smiling when she saw him as she scrambled to her feet. “Angel!” She threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his shirt, taking a whiff of his scent, calming instantly.
His demon growled contentedly, pleased at her reactions to him. In his carefully guarded and locked cage, Angelus stopped pacing, if only for a moment, looking out through his eyes, feeling through Angel, as the vampire tightened his hold on her, not wanting to let go.
He didn’t like the thought of her being in this Smallville, so far away from him while he stayed to protect the Hellmouth while the Slayer was away, but it wasn’t like he could tell Chloe what to do. Angelus agreed with him on not wanting Chloe to leave, but the demon disagreed on the latter opinion. The demon whispered in his mind how he was a vampire, was so powerful many considered him a Master in his own right. The demon whispered how he could bend Chloe to his will and make her stay, make her only his.
And it was just so tempting.
Angel wanted to actually give into his demon for the first time in a long time, just wanted to press her up against the wall and mark her as his while he thrust into her. There was potential darkness in her that called to him, called to his demon, and that promised him that she wouldn’t fight if he did just that.
It was a heady knowledge, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to her and she’d just arch up to his touch and whimper in pleasure.
The vampire shook his head, trying to dispel those thoughts, his gums itching as his fangs begged to descend, barely able to keep his face from shifting.
And he was only holding her.
Clearing his throat, Angel pulled away slightly so that he could look down at her face. “How are you?”
She paused. “Tired.”
At least she was being truthful.
“So, what have you done today?” He asked, leaning against the railing on his elbows, gaze devouring her face hungrily, wondering what it would be like, not seeing her for two whole weeks.
“Finished packing, talked to Buffy---Cordy sent me a text message from the airport while she was waiting on their private jet to say that I should come along next time.” Chloe smiled, amused, going to lean on the railing next to him. She then frowned slightly. “Jenny—Ms. Calendar—and I were talking in the diner, we had dinner together, and she asked a question that I had no answer for.”
“Ask away.” This was one of the things he liked about Chloe. She was like a sponge, eager to soak in knowledge. She’d sometimes spend their time together ordering him to tell her about his life as a human and vampire, what it was like to live during the different ages, and she’d asked him to be honest, to never sugarcoat what Angelus had done.
She listened to his stories and she didn’t look at him any different.
It made Angelus want her even more.
He wanted to sink his fangs into the tattoo on her shoulder blade while he took her to show exactly which vampire she belonged to. And he’d find a way to make sure those fang marks stayed on her flesh, unlike Darla’s and the Master’s, both bite marks having faded into nothingness.
“Well, is it possible for a vampire to have a child with a human? I mean, not a childe, but a child?” Chloe asked, looking up at him intently. “And I’m not talking about just any vampire and human…say, like a Master vampire and a very powerful dark witch.”
Angel made a face. “I don’t think so---or, at least, I’ve never heard about anything like that ever happening.”
“But what if it was done in here on the Hellmouth? Impossible things happen here all the time due to the concentrated, strong mystical energies here.” Chloe pressed, looking oddly determined.
Angel frowned, thinking about that. “Maybe.” He considered the situation she’d brought to him. “It’s never been done that I know of, but I guess if it were a extremely powerful Master and Witch, and if the Hellmouth magic was somehow in an upheaval at the time, or at least very strong magics involved—or the Hellmouth found some use for the child—or there was a prophecy and a destiny to be fulfilled—I don’t know.” He ran his hand over his hair. “Really, I don’t know, Chloe.”
Her face fell in disappointment.
His demon growled, feeling he’d somehow let her down. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault. I’m---I’m just curious about the topic.” Chloe shrugged, smiling up at him, but it wasn’t as brilliant as it had been before. “I mean, I was thinking, imagine if the Master had had a child, you know?”
He shivered at the thought. “Let’s be glad he didn’t. Everything he created, or everyone from his bloodline, Angelus included, were the most evil bastards ever to walk the face of the earth.”
Angel was surprised.
Chloe had never seemed to be so bothered by Angelus before.
But then she moved towards him and leaned against him once more, arms around him, not seeming bothered at all with him or Angelus, which confused him, she was just merely seeking comfort.
Not exactly understanding what was going on, Angel held her close. “Are you okay, Chloe?”
Please tell me what’s going on with you.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just tired.” She whispered, moving in closer, looking up at her face before reaching up for his. The blonde stared up into his face before smiling a bit sadly. “I’m going to miss you when I’m in Smallville.” And then she didn’t give him any time to relish that knowledge as she pushed up on her tiptoes and pulled him down towards her, bringing their lips together in a searing kiss.
Angel felt his arms tighten around her, a growl of pleasure lodged in his throat as he took control of the kiss, making it deeper, more urgent, his body and soul and demon all seeming to ache and want, all in agreement of what they desired as he pushed her up against the glass of her balcony door.
Thankfully, it was strong glass.
Chloe gasped and whimpered, responding urgently to the kiss, fingers digging into his hair, massaging his skull, body arching into his touch.
The smell of her sweet arousal reached his nostrils and he snarled at her, tearing his lips from hers to nip his way hungrily down her neck, teeth still blunt, but fangs itching to descend and claim her where everyone in Smallville could see and know not to touch her, that she belonged to him.
“Yes…” Chloe whimpered, breathless. “Angel…!”
His hands trailed possessively down the sides of her body, his thumbs sliding between the material of her pants and her skin, ready to guide the material down her curvy, tempting hips and…
A car horn beeped from the front of the house, and a car door slammed shut. “Honey! We have to leave or you’ll miss your flight!”
It was fortunate that her balcony was facing the back of her house or otherwise Mr. Sullivan would have driven up to see something quiteshocking.
Chloe went stiff in Angel’s arms. “My dad’s here!”
I’m going to KILL that man when I finally get free! Angelus raged inside the cage. This is the SECOND time because of him I’ve been denied!
Angel fought against every instinct that told him to just ignore the father and take her against the glass. His whole body shook with his fight and he finally won, letting go of Chloe and taking a couple of steps back, nearly groaning when he saw the flushed, completelyaroused expression on her face. “I should go.”
Chloe was silent but nodded.
He turned to leave before growling and turning back to her, pressing her up against the glass in one last searing, hungry kiss, before turning away and stepping up onto the railing and dropping down into the shadows below. He hurried as far from the blonde as he could before he lost control.
Chloe smiled as she leaned her forehead against the window. They would be landing in Metropolis in twenty minutes, and Clark would be waiting for her at the airport to take her to Smallville.
While she was happy to see Clark, that wasn’t the reason she smiled.
It was Angel.
He made her so happy.
After talking to both Jenny and Angel about that issue, in a roundabout way at least, she was still worried and extremely confused about the whole Master issue. Maybe she really wasn’t a vampire spawn, maybe he’d just taunted her so she’d ‘die’ in misery, maybe she just had this weird affinity with the Hellmouth----or maybe the Master had told her the truth.
But during the flight Chloe had come to a decision. She wasn’t going to allow those fears to spoil her life. If something was going to happen to her, it was going to happen whether she worried about it night and day or not.
Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe she was worrying herself over nothing.
But even if it were true, even if something did happen, Chloe knew she wouldn’t have to face whatever it was alone.
She had an amazing support system: a wonderful group of friends who would never ever let her down, and a vampire who she loved---and knew his feelings were the same, even if he hadn’t ever said the words.
Grinning brighter, Chloe blushed as she remembered the balcony incident, biting her bottom lip to silence a whimper. God she loved it when Angel just let his vampire instincts control and didn’t treat her as if she were fragile and could break at any second!
She’d never felt as exhilarated as she had there pressed against glass and a growling, snarling, nibbling vampire.
When could they do it again?
She was happy to be going to see Clark and Pete but…
I can’t wait to go back home!