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Point Of No Return 2/4 
17th-Oct-2009 12:18 am
chlam--kind mean/evil?


Title: Point of No Return
Sequel to: PossessionBeing Good Is OverratedMeeting Sam Winchester" and Twisted
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Sam Winchester
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own the show/characters mentioned
Summary: Not only is Chloe changing, but she realizes she's in love with Sam, and has some power over him. Then Oliver returns with the League in need of Chloe's help, and she realizes she isn't the only one who knows she's coming very close to the point of no return.
Note: Should be a three or four shot. Written for My Paranormal 150 Prompt Table . Prompt # 104: Deathbed Vision
Warning: Darkish



“What the hell happened?” Chloe asked as she rode up the lift to Clocktower, rubbing her hands together to try and infuse some heat into them. It was a chilly night and she was only wearing her underwear and a baby-T, loving Oliver for taking it all in stride and not making any comment about her near nakedness.

“We don’t know.” Oliver growled out, not angry at her yet obviously frustrated with himself and the situation at hand as the lift stopped and its doors opened to the chaos going on inside.

“Watchtower!” AC called out, limping towards her and quickly engulfing her in a hug. The young man known to enjoy swimming in the nude (and going through most of his life with as little clothes as possible) didn’t even seem to notice what she was wearing. “Thank god.”

“AC.” Chloe hugged him back, worry growing when he gave a little cry in pain. “What’s happened here?”

“No time, Sullivan.” Victor, dragging half of his body with crutches, motioned towards the bedroom Oliver was already striding towards.

Letting go of AC, Chloe nodded and rushed towards the room, overtaking Oliver easily as she flung the door open and froze in horror, bringing her hands to her face to see the broken, battered, nearly lifeless body of Bart Allen. It was horrifying to see the one person who was always so full of life and cheer so close to death.

Reaching his side, Chloe sat down carefully on the edge of the bed and reached for his throat, finding a faint yet existent pulse, she sighed in relief and glared up at Oliver. “You owe me a helluva explanation when I wake up.”

He nodded.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe went to work, rubbing her hands together a little nervously.

She hadn’t used her powers since she’d been kidnapped, and didn’t know why that little fact made her nervous.

Feeling her palms heating up, Chloe took that as a good sign as she closed her eyes and took in a deeper breath, again and again and again, before her eyes opened once more. In the back of her mind she heard Oliver gasping, but she couldn’t really hear his voice, everything was odd and blurry.

Pushing away everything around her, Chloe shook her head and carefully straddled Bart’s broken body, pressing one hand down on his barely beating heart, and another over his head, Chloe brought her lips to Bart’s and breathed out…waiting for the pain and for death.

Something weird, something different, began happening as her power seeped out of her into Bart.

She could feel that connection she always did, but this time it was stronger, and she wasn’t in the Clocktower anymore. She opened her eyes to a white room, in which she was straddling and kissing a very healthy, very conscious Bart Allen, his arms around her, his thigh between hers.

Confused and disoriented, Chloe didn’t understand what was going on, but she knew that she was still healing him, could feel the process, and since this was much more pleasant than transferring his pain and injuries to her she went along with it. Her hands dug in his hair, her lips searing his, and while it was pleasant Chloe couldn’t lose herself in this…not the way she did with Sam’s mere touch.

Bart began to glow under her.

It was slow at first, and then he exploded in light and was gone.

Surprised, scared, not exactly sure what was going on, Chloe sat up on the bed and looked around the unknown room. She didn’t know where she was, and considering that this was so much different from what usually happened when she brought someone back from his or her deathbed, she was on the alert.

Getting off of the bed, Chloe stepped onto the nearly blinding white floor and looked around once more, not seeing a door in this room. It was like a room in a psychiatric ward, white everywhere, with only the essentials included.

“You have to know that you’re on a dark path.”

Turning, Chloe came face to face with a man who hadn’t been there second’s ago. “Who the hell are you?”

Despite his near-emotionless face, he somehow managed to look reprimanding at that word. “I had come for the boy, but once again you have taken one of the ones destined for eternal rest.”

Chloe paused, blinking, before grinning. “No way. You’re the Grim Reaper?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “No.”

Grin slipping slightly, she mirrored his eyebrow. “Then what the hell are you?”

“You are upsetting the balance of the world.” He replied, eyes on her. “None of the Reapers who have come up against you have been able to take the ones whose time has ended---or take you. Considering the soul to be taken tonight, your interference was expected and I was sent here to speak with you.”

Now that she thought about it, Chloe was shocked. She hadn’t really thought about balances or about interrupting the work of some other force, all she’d thought about was saving the lives of the people she loved.

Her face was stony as she looked up at him. “So you were sent here to tell me that the next time one of my friends is gurgling up blood I have to stand aside and let him or her die in agony because some reaper’s feelings are getting hurt because some lowly human keeps escaping its grasp?”

He eyed her silently for a couple of minutes. “I have also been sent to warn you.”

Her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched. “Are you threatening me?”

That darkness inside of her gurgled up violently, and she could feel it beginning to release inside her once more, readying, just in case she had to fight this guy…whoever or whatever he was.

“Do you truly believe that that blood in you is beneficial?” He asked, looking genuinely curious as he began to circle her. “Have you not questioned why you were taken? What was done to you those three months? Why it was done to you?” He stopped in front of her once more. “Whyyou were returned back without a scratch?”

Chloe’s eyes widened. “Did you---?”

“No, we had no hand in it.” He shook his head. “But we know who did, and we know that you are following the path expected of you. And if you do not stop you will have reached the point of no return, and we will stop you ourselves.”

There was something dark and commanding in those eyes that bothered and intimidated her just a little.

Chloe kept her narrowed, suspicious gaze on him. “How am I supposed to stop following this path?”

Those eyes met her and commanded her whole attention. “Leave Samuel Winchester.”

She took a couple of steps backwards in shock. “What?”

“As long as you are with him, you are following the path outlined for you by Azazel and his inner circle. As long as you stand by Samuel Winchester’s side you will bring darkness on the earth, and great darkness its people.”

She shook her head, unable to believe this, unwilling to believe this. “I can’t leave Sam! He needs me!”

“His blood needs you.” The stranger corrected somewhat sympathetically. “It is the only thing that connects you, that brings you together. Your shared blood, and the hair you were made to swallow.”

“Hair?” Chloe asked, looking up in confusion.

“How do you think the Special Children were tied to the second batch?” The male asked curiously. “When Azazel bled into your mouth, he added a piece of Sam’s hair. Why do you think you two are bound to each other, why you seem to have such control over him? Why do you think it isyou who will lead him to the darkness and to his destiny?”

Shaking her head, Chloe backed up until she was with her back pressed against the wall. “I’d never---.”

Suddenly the world around them blurred, instead a scene appearing between them like a movie screen.

“I don’t know, Sam, but I think Azazel might have made a big mistake if you were his favorite candidate like you and Ruby both say you were.” Chloe admitted. “I mean, you’re not exactly leader material.”

Sam was quiet, shocked.

“Don’t get me wrong, Sam. I care about you deeply, you’re one of my dearest friends, and of course, there’s this connection between us that no one can understand.” Chloe hurriedly announced. “But you’re not willing to make the difficult choices needed to win this war.”

“You’re talking about the exorcism in Tulsa.” Sam spoke, voice emotionless.

“Yes, I am, and a lot of other things as well.” Chloe nodded. “I like Bobby, you know I do, but you and him and even Lois have too much of a purist way of dealing with this war. Why do you think our side is losing ground daily? It’s because we’re not stepping up to the plate.”

“It would have been wrong to have left that demon in that girl’s body.” Sam whispered.

“Just like it is wrong to make pacts with demons? With crossroads?” Chloe snapped, unable to control the darkness and anger bubbling up inside of her, trying to ignore the way he looked as if she’d slapped him. “I think your brother knew what it meant to make hard decisions no one would understand for the greater good. I think he was more ready to fight this war than you are, Sam.”

Chloe frowned as the scene disappeared, only to be replaced by yet another.

What do you want to do?” She’d asked again, voice a sleepy rumble against his ear, knowing deep down what he wanted to say, knowing his feelings, because she felt them as her own. That same anger, that same hatred, it festered inside of her like it had him, and she knew it was aliveinside.

And yet Sam didn’t answer, just tightened his fisted hold on the back of her nightgown, causing the material to ride up her thighs as he bunched it up behind her unconsciously.

He was trying, he was, but he still wasn’t strong enough, still wasn’t there

You want to laugh as she screams…” Chloe finally told him, voice deeper than usual, slightly husky, teeth nipping at the skin of his jaw.

Sam’s breath caught in his throat, his hold on her tightening nearly painfully as he tilted his head slightly, unconsciously, granting her teeth easier access. “Yes…” he whispered in answer to her words, voice a husky grumble that reverberated in his throat before escaping out of his parted lips.

Chloe smirked against the skin of his jaw before biting down a little harder, the hiss mixed with a mewl that escaped Sam causing her to bite back her own whimper.

Her whispered words were the ones he dared not say, and she wondered what it said about her that she could say them so easily, with a smirk on her face and the voice of a temptress.

You are the catalyst to the darkness within Samuel Winchester’s soul.” The man told her evenly, emotionlessly. “There is no hope for you, but there is still hope for him.”

Chloe looked up at him at that. “Are you saying that if---that if I leave Sam, that he still has a chance but if I stay with him I somehow damn him and the whole fucking world?”

“Yes.”

Lowering her gaze, Chloe felt that something inside of her rebelling, hissing viciously, telling her not to listen, to tell him to fuck himself and to go to Sam. It told her that her place was by Sam’s side, and Sam’s by hers, and damned the consequences.

“I am…sorry.”

Her gaze rose to his and she noticed that indeed he did look sorry, in a way. It was as if emotions were foreign for him, and he was only getting used to them now, and how the affected him and how they worked.

“Whatever happened to me those three months, it’s the reason why I’m acting this way, it’s the reason why my powers are changing. That’s why I don’t feel pain when I heal anymore.” She saw him nod. “And this is only beginning.”

He nodded once more.

“I don’t…have a choice? I just---I just turn evil?”

He paused. “You do have a choice. But you will pick the wrong choice knowingly.”

She looked up at him. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” he took a step towards her. “That you will understand your true power, and you will use it.”

Chloe looked up into those eyes, shivering slightly. “Who are you?”

He gazed down at her, considering, before tilting his head slightly. “My name…is Castiel.”

Something in her flared, and her eyes tingled. Chloe didn’t notice his quick intake of breath because it was drowned out by hers as suddenly a veil seemed to be torn out from in front of her eyes, and suddenly there wasn’t a handsome man in a trench coat in front of her anymore, but a being of pure fiery light, wings of flame-like quality extending from his body.

“You’re an angel.”

“You’re seeing me in my true form.”

Both sentences were breathed out in the purest of shock.

Two sets of eyes met, wide.

“Angels are real.” Chloe whispered.

“You can see me.” Castiel whispered. “And you’re unhurt.”

Confused, Chloe opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by that and why she could suddenly seem him in his ‘true form’, but suddenly everything around her began to shift, go darker, and with a blink of her eyes Chloe gasped for air, once more on Oliver’s bed.

She was alone, confused, and a quick look at the clock on the bedside table said that only twenty minutes had passed since she’d died.

To say she was shocked was an understatement.

She’d never revived this quickly---and without pain---before.

‘You’ll understand your true power and you’ll use it.’ Castiel’s words floated ominously through her mind.

Shivering, Chloe shook her head and went to the chester drawer that still held much of her clothes due to her many nights staying over here in Watchtower capacity, she pulled on a pair of shorts before venturing out of the room, remembering the injuries of the other boys.

The moment she opened the door, four heads jerked in her direction, eyes wide.

“Sidekick?” Oliver stood.

“Chloelicious!” Bart grinned brightly at her, in front of her in seconds and hugging her. “You’ve gotten stronger since I last saw you! Thank you.”

Hugging Bart tightly, glad that he was fine, Chloe smile and finally pulled away before heading to where AC and Victor were sitting painfully on the couch. She sat on the ground before them, running one hand over Victor’s damaged limbs, and the other over AC’s swollen leg. “What happened?”

The men looked at each other.

Bart sighed. “We’re not exactly sure, ‘Licious.”

“What do you mean?” Chloe asked in a growl, annoyed and worried as she fixed AC first, since his injuries were less than Victor’s. She wasn’t the only one surprised by how quickly and easily AC’s injury disappeared.

“We’d just finished our mission, it was a complete success.” Oliver sat down on the ground next to her as she moved most of her attention on Victor’s injuries. “We were about to board the jet when this little girl appeared in front of us…”

Chloe’s body froze. “Little girl?”

AC nodded. “She was pretty, blonde, and at first we thought she was hurt, but then her eyes went white and said that she didn’t like you throwing her offer of peace so callously back in her face, and she needed to teach you to have some manners.”

“Wait---don’t---don’t tell me anything for a moment.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hear it, but Chloe felt that anger and darkness rising in her and she couldn’t deal with that and heal Victor at the same time.

Healing Victor had always been a difficult thing due to the technology that made up half of him, and it wasn’t just bones and tissue she was healing, but she was putting back together broken drives, circuit boards, and other mechanical parts.

Placing her hands on his leg, Chloe closed her eyes and breathed in, out, in, out, in, feeling that new powerful feeling jolt out of her confidently and spring into Victor. Without an ounce of pain she couldn’t only sense him healing, but with her eyes closed she could see every wire joining back together, every tissue regenerating…

It was…amazing.

How can this be evil?

Finally, it was done, and she opened her eyes to the shocked gaze of the League.

“Okay,” she turned a small smile on them, knowing it was a little smug, but that was okay. She’d just realized she had near godlike healing powers, what did they expect? Some humility?

This was freaking fantastic!

Oliver eyed her oddly before continuing. “She---she, that little girl, then nearly killed us, and only didn’t finish the job because her pink Barbiecellular began to ring.”

Chloe blinked.

Oook.

Not exactly the accessory that she’d thought the demon bitch queen would have, but then again, she did like to go around looking like a kid.

Chloe pulled her hands from Victor and stood, going to the window, looking down at a sleeping Metropolis, a sick, angered feeling in her stomach.

This was all her fault.

Because of her Sam had said what he had to the messenger, and because of her Lilith had gone off in a tizzy and hurt her friends to get back at her. This wasn’t something against Sam. No. If it had Lilith would have gone after Bobby or someone else who was friends with Sam. She wouldn’t have gone after a group of people whom Sammy didn’t know of.

So this was a personal attack against Chloe, reminding her that she had a lot of people she was close to, a lot of good people whom Lilith (or her minions) could hurt easily.

“Chloe?” Oliver’s voice was behind her, his hand coming down on her shoulder. “What’s happened since we left? You---you’re different, your powers are different, and you have psychotic little girls after you?”

She turned towards him, back pressed against the glass of the well-lit Clocktower, looking up into his worried face. “A lot’s happened since you left, Ollie.”

Oliver’s cellular began to ring.

He sighed and reached for his pocket, pulling out the cellular and raising his eyebrow at he answered it. “Lois?”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she remembered, belatedly about just jumping off of the railing into Oliver’s arm in front of Sam.

You open your goddamned door and activate the freaking lift, Queen!” Lois screeched loud enough for Oliver to tear the phone from his ear and for Chloe to understand her cousin’s words easily.

“Uhm, boss?” Victor called from where he was looking into the security screen. “Lane’s downstairs with two strangers.”

I don’t know WHAT was so important that you had to have my cousin JUMP FROM THE RAILING OF A TWO-STORY APARTMENT IN HERUNDERWEAR---!” Lois was continuing to screech in Oliver’s ear.

Chloe motioned to Victor. “Let them in.”

AC, who always found how intimidated Oliver was of Lois amusing, grinned along with Bart.

About time.” Lois growled as she cut off the phone call when the lift began to descend.

Chloe sighed and looked at the League, and then towards the lift, where Lois, Ruby and Sam would be appearing in.

The two sides of her life were about to clash.

As if she didn’t need more things to worry about tonight.


 
Comments 
17th-Oct-2009 06:01 am (UTC)
Great chapter. I can't wait for more.
17th-Oct-2009 06:25 am (UTC)
Will try write the next chapter soon! :D
17th-Oct-2009 06:14 am (UTC)
Amazingness! I loved her conversation with Cas. I always love it when he pops into stories and you have his character down wonderfully. Chloe going down the dark path, very intriguing. I can't wait to hear more about that and to see what happens when the team meets Sam and Ruby.
17th-Oct-2009 06:27 am (UTC)
Thanks so very much! Do you know how NERVOUS I was with writing Cas? I find him such a riddle that I'm never quite sure about his personality so I was second-guessing my writing of him up until the moment I updated this :(
17th-Oct-2009 12:21 pm (UTC)
great chapter! ♥

(finally caught up!)
17th-Oct-2009 04:23 pm (UTC)
*grins* thanks! I'm glad you're liking it :D
17th-Oct-2009 05:00 pm (UTC)
An excellent update!

“You are the catalyst to the darkness within Samuel Winchester’s soul.” The man told her evenly, emotionlessly. “There is no hope for you, but there is still hope for him.”

Oh man, so Castiel is pretty much saying that Chloe's doomed?! Will Chloe stay away from Sam to save him from his darkside?

Please let us know as soon as you can :):)
17th-Oct-2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
Yep, that's what Cas is saying *dun dun DUUUUN*

18th-Oct-2009 05:04 am (UTC)
Poor Chloe she has a tough decision to make. You really got Cas and the way he says things.

Oh boy, if it wasn't bad enough that Chloe left Sam with a guy half naked he is going to be seething when he sees she is surrounded by guys!!
18th-Oct-2009 07:21 am (UTC)
haha! You're right! Chloe left him for a bunch of hot guys who are WAY too comfortable with her! :D Sam will NOT be pleased.

Thanks! I was worried about portraying Cas wrongly!
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18th-Oct-2009 06:33 pm (UTC)
There IS very few chlam out there, huh? I'm glad you're enjoying the series, but I cant answer your questions yet---grins---would be giving away the plot! lol
15th-Jun-2015 12:17 am (UTC)
It's about to pop off. Sam is not going to make this wasy. Kinda want chloe and castile happening but love sam so if eel but damn. Omg I'm all over the place.
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