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Title: Of Evil Eyes And Unlikely Alliances
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Whitney Fordman
Disclaimer: I do not own
Summary: When Whitney, sure that his ex's friend, Tina Greer, has placed the Evil Eye on him, he goes to the only person he believes will not only believe him, but help him as well. Chloe Sullivan isn't exactly the girl he thought she would be...but that's okay.
Note: Written for my Paranormal25 150. Prompt of the day #69
: Evil Eye
The festival was a blast so far, and Chloe was enjoying Lana's company to a surprising degree. With Tina still sick (and Lana had admitted the girl would have still come to the festival if her mother hadn't forced her to stay home) and with Whitney keeping an eye on them from the distance with his friends now that he was sure Tina wasn't around (and thus Chloe didn't need his 'protection') Chloe and Lana could spend more time together in a relaxing way. Lana's popularity had grown with the Dear Lana boxes, and a couple of students had stopped her to thank her for the advice she'd given to the anonymous letters, and how it'd helped them in their problems.
"I can't believe how many people have come up to me today." Lana shook her head, looking a little shocked. "I mean, we get a lot of letters in the Dear Lana boxes...but still
Chloe snorted. "I don't know why you're so surprised. You've always been heinously
Lana laughed. "You make it sound so awful!"
"I'm just saying
." Chloe rolled her eyes, pinching off some of her cotton candy and eating it.
Lana smiled and shook her head.
A cheer went up from the football team, and the girls turned to see Whitney pumping the air with his fist in victory as he put down the gun and accepted a large, fluffy, white teddy bear.
He looked ridiculous holding it.
Snickering, Chloe turned away, eyeing Clark where he and Pete were trying their luck at one of the other stands.
Turning at the sound of her name, Chloe blinked when she realized Whitney had jogged over towards her, holding the quite cute bear. "Fordman."
"Lana." Whitney smiled at the brunette.
"Whitney." Lana nodded, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of Chloe's cotton candy before stuffing it into her mouth awkwardly.
Chloe looked between them and frowned, realizing that while she and Whitney called each other by their surnames, him and Lana...
The blonde cleared her throat and forced a smile on her face. "So, Mr. Quarterback. To what do we owe the honor of your magnanimous visit?"
"I need you to hold this for me." Whitney cleared his throat and held out the bear towards Chloe, not looking at her for some odd reason.
She raised an eyebrow. "What am I? You're slave
A muscle ticked in Whitney's cheek. "Yes, you are
. Just take the bear."
"Why would I hold your bear for you?" Chloe wanted to know, glaring slightly at him. "If you didn't want to drag that thing around you shouldn't have accepted it."
Lana looked between them, eyes widening.
"Sullivan." Whitney nearly growled. "Why do you always
have to make everything so damned difficult
Green eyes widened, surprised at the darkness in his voice.
She'd pissed him off.
She'd pissed him off badly
Just because she refused to lug around his stuff while he enjoyed himself?
"Don't be so PMS-y,
Fordman." Chloe scoffed, yanking the bear from him and wrapping an arm around its fluffy stomach. "But just so you know, if I have to carry this oaf around you mightn't get it back by the end of the day."
Instead of scowling at her, like she'd been expected, Whitney grinned brightly, dimples going deep into his cheeks. "I think I can live with that."
Her cheeks were hot and she didn't exactly know why.
Cheers of victory could be heard from the football team.
Chloe's gaze went to them on instinct, and was surprised to find that they hadn't been playing anything at all, but instead had been watching the exchange between her and Whitney.
And that confused her.
Was her lugging this thing around that big of a deal?
Raising her eyebrow, she turned to comment on this when she noticed something.
The blonde paused, blinking.
"Yeah?" He grinned at her, scratching the back of his head.
?" Chloe tilted her head to the side, not even noticing when Lana stole the whole stick of cotton candy from her, beginning to stuff herself with it in earnest.
Whitney's eyes widened, and the slight pink on his cheeks darkened. "Me? Blush? Please!" He scoffed, clearing his throat, unable to look at her at all. "I don't blush. And why would I blush? I mean, come on
"Right." The young reporter in training nodded slowly. "Of course."
"Well, I, uh, you know. I have to go." Whitney nodded before going back to where his teammates were grinning like devils.
Chloe shook her head, turning to Lana. "Men. They're just so weird
Lana finished the last bit of cotton candy.
Chloe immediately felt guilty.
She kept forgetting that Lana had had something with Whitney, and that seeing Chloe being friends with him must hurt her.
No matter how...slightly...jealous (yes, she could admit that) Chloe felt with Lana when it came to Whitney, Chloe could understand that Lana had had Whitney and that they'd broken up because of someone else's machinations. They were kinda like Othello and Desdemona...without the murder, of course.
First she'd liked Clark and he'd liked Lana.
Now she was admitting to having an attraction for Whitney...and once again there was Lana.
What was she going to have to do to get someone to fall in love with her?
Dye her hair brown?
"It's a pretty bear." Lana placed the cotton candy stick in a near trash bin, her bubbly happiness from before completely gone.
Sighing as she watched the change in the girl, and able to understand seeing the person you liked paying attention to someone else, Chloe wrapped an arm around Lana's shoulders and gave her a little squeeze.
Lana went still, eyes widening, a soft blush appearing on her cheeks.
"You okay?" Chloe asked.
"Feeling better." Lana nodded, ducking her head slightly as she smiled genuinely.
"Good." Smiling, Chloe gave her shoulders another squeeze before letting go and wrapping both arms around the bear. "So, what do we do now?"
Lana looked up at her and smiled prettily. "Whatever you want."
Not noticing the wary looks sent their way, the girls continued on.
They briefly spent time with Clark and Pete (Chloe feeling amused at how nervous and happy Clark was around Lana, who had thankfully remembered his name this time), and Chloe was happy to see that Lana was getting along quite well with the two boys. The tiny brunette had known Pete before since he played football, and so it'd helped make the time less awkward. Still, when Clark invited them to continue going spending the rest of the day with them at the fair, Lana had declined politely with a smile that'd had the boys just sighing happily and agreeing to everything she wanted.
Chloe needed to ask her how she did that.
Soon after Lana and Chloe had gone back on their way, playing games and enjoying themselves and Chloe was glad that she'd accepted to come out here with the girl. She didn't really have any female friends, and so she hadn't known what it meant to go out with another girl. She'd been missing out on a lot. There were some things only another girl could appreciate.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Chloe announced, turning to Lana. "Can you hold Brutus?"
"Brutus?" Lana asked, amused, as she received the bear.
"He's going to betray Caesar by the end of the day and go home with me." Chloe explained.
For a moment Lana just blinked, and then she laughed, hugging the bear close. "Only you
Winking, Chloe laughed as she jogged towards the bathrooms and entered, looking up at the light that was flickering above her. Shaking her head, she made her nose up at the strong stench of urine in the place, and walked towards the third stall, as was usually her custom. Pushing up the lid with her shoe, she squatted over the toilet and did her necessities, before wiping up and flushing.
Exiting the stall she paused when she found Lana standing in front of the closed bathroom door.
"Hey! You surprised me! Didn't hear you coming in." The blonde laughed, going to the sinks, washing her hands. "Where's Brutus?"
Lana walked towards her, silent, intense.
Something felt wrong, and Chloe frowned, turning off the faucet, turning to face the girl. "Lana?"
from me." She hissed, pushing Chloe back harshly, causing her to stumble. "Stay AWAY
Flinging her hands out to balance herself, Chloe felt fear begin to rise up in her throat. "You mean stay away from Lana
Hazel eyes narrowed. "I am
Chloe sneered to cover her fear. "You're not Lana. Just like you weren't Clark...or Whitney."
Those eyes flashed furiously. "You think you're so intelligent, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, I kinda rock." Chloe back to began away as the shapeshifter stepped towards her. "At least I like myself enough that I don't have to keep changing into other people."
The impersonator snarled, rushing her until she'd backed into the wall and Lana's face was snarling viciously at her, grabbing at her throat with near inhuman strength. Those small hands squeezed tightly, cutting off Chloe's air supply.
Chloe gasped for breath, clawing at those hands.
The impersonator turned her head and then screamed, dropping Chloe, when something was sprayed into her eyes.
The real Lana stood behind her, a bottle of mace in her hands.
"Fuck!" The impersonator screamed, clawing at her eyes before reaching for Lana and slamming her into one of the stall's doors. "Don't you
Lana went down hard, mace flinging out of her hand.
Chloe tried to sit up from where she'd crumpled to the ground, but she was still so dizzy and disoriented from the lack of oxygen.
The impersonator glared down at Lana, clenching her fists.
Lana looked up at the mirror image of herself, eyes showing fear yet anger all at the same time.
The impersonator took a step towards Lana.
Lana narrowed her eyes.
The impersonator slipped on something and fell backwards. "Fuck!"
Chloe's eyes widened in shock.
So did Lana's.
The impersonator pushed herself to her feet once more. "You're coming with me!" She hissed to Lana.
Lana's eyes narrowed as she looked away.
The impersonator tripped over her on feet and went down.Again
Chloe's mouth opened slightly.
She couldn't believe it.
Screaming in fury, the impersonator stumbled to her feet before tearing out of the bathroom.
Lana just sat with her back against the stall's door. "What-what just happened? I saw myself
come in here after you so I left Brutus and I-I-what was
"Oh my god." Chloe whispered, unable to keep the snort of laughter in her throat. "Tina isn't the one with the Evil Eye. It's you
"Huh?" Lana turned to Chloe, confused. "What are you-are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
Chloe just laughed, leaning her head back against the wall, knowing she probably looked insane right about now. "And you genuinely have no idea what I'm talking about." She closed her eyes, still laughing. "Fordman's never
going to believe this."
"Believe...what?" Lana asked, worried as she stumbled to her feet and went to Chloe, going to sit down next to her. "Are you okay, Chloe? Who was that? Why did she look like me? What's this Evil Eye
Chloe, head still leaning against the wall, turned her head so she could look into Lana's face. "We really
need to have a talk."
Lana nodded, clutching at her meteor rock necklace in worry. "Of course."
At least one mystery had been solved.
She hadn't seen this coming.
Shaking her head Chloe got shakily to her feet and offered her hand down to Lana. "Come on, we need to find Fordman."
"What does Whitney have to do with all of this?" Lana asked curiously, placing her hand in Chloe's, fingers clasping around hers as the blonde pulled her up. She then gave a gasp when Chloe pulled her into a tight hug. "Chloe
"Thank you." Chloe smiled, hugging the girl close. "You didn't know what was going on, but you came to help me anyway."
Lana hesitated a second before her arms went around Chloe. "I-of course I'd-uh-you're welcome."
Chloe pulled back and smiled at her. "Come on, we need to find Fordman."
Grabbing Lana's hand, the blonde pulled her out of the bathroom after her.