Title: Gentle (Part One)
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Lois, Lana, Dean, Mary, John, Ma, Pa
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The thing that made an isolated, scarred ten year old Chloe notice fourteen year old Sam was the fact that he was gentle, incredibly so. She'd never seen someone that gentle before, hadn't realized someone like him existed.
A/N: In this universe NOTHING supernatural ever happened to the Winchester family (kinda like in the universe shown in "What Is And What Should Never Be") so the family are all alive and living in Lawrence. And, of course, NOTHING is canon in Smallville.WARNING
: Somewhat dark, mentions child abuse
The ten year old hesitated at the door.
Pulling a strand of light blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear, she gazed at the boy behind the counter wearing the green apron. He was a couple of year older than her, fourteen years old to be precise (she'd heard him telling a customer that once and it'd stuck), and while Lois assured her that he was lanky and geeky, Chloe liked him. Sam Winchester was nice to her, even when everyone else ignored her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Of course he only saw her as some little brat whom he amused, but still, she appreciated the attention. He-he was probably the only person other than Lois and Lana who paid attention to her and didn't expect something from her in return.
"You going to come in or are you going to run away like you did last time?" An amused voice asked.
Chloe looked up at him and blinked, surprised that he'd noticed she was there.
The young girl hesitated, knowing she'd be in trouble if they discovered she wasn't home, but she knew what would happen to her if she was there, and she preferred being locked in the small room under the staircase to that. She knew that Lois and Lana were in their rooms, knew that they would try to cover for her if they came around asking for her whereabouts, and she felt bad for putting them in that position, but she just couldn't stay in that house all day.
She never saw anyone else.
They couldn't go to the regular school, they'd told them that the school people wouldn't understand them or how special they were.
The three girls were important, they'd been told, and they needed to understand that they weren't like other people.
They didn't need other people.
All they needed were each other.
"You going to say anything to me today?" Samuel Winchester gave her an encouraging smile as he finished tending to a customer before turning to her. "Like your name?"
She hung back, a little panicked.
She couldn't tell him!
She'd get into so much trouble!
The girl rubbed her arms, which were covered with the long sleeves which hid the ugly marks on her arms from the last time she'd rebelled and had been forced to hold out her arms as he brought down the belt on her limbs.
They were doing this for her own good.
She---she needed to be more obedient.
She was making them do this.
She was the bad one.
It was all her fault.
She-she needed to appreciate all they were doing for her---for Lois---and for Lana.
"How about a bribe?" Sam asked, holding out a lollipop to her. "I'll give you this if you'll tell me your name."
She looked towards the door.
He must have sensed her fear because he backed up. "How about a word then? Just one."
Her green gaze returned to him slowly.
Surely one word couldn't bring about her downfall, could it?
And she was curious as to what a lollipop tasted like.
She'd asked her about it once, when she'd read about a girl eating one, and she'd been told it was junk that rotted one's brain---and that Chloe's brain was too important to be risked.
It'd made her even more curious about the candy.
She took a step towards him, and another, eyeing the wrapped treat.
He smiled, dimples showing.
She paused and looked up at him, eyes wide.
She'd never seen dimples that deep before.
"I like your dimples." Her eyes widened even more as she realized she'd said that out loud.
He chuckled. "Uh, thank you. Never heard that one before."
She looked towards the door, so embarrassed.
His smile drained from his face as he noticed the expression on her face. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you."
Oh, she knew that.
She'd noticed him long before he'd ever known she existed, and she had noticed him because he walked passed her home every day to go to work, and she'd seen him bring scraps for the cat in the alley that had just had kittens. That cat was feral and wouldn't let anyone near her or her babies, but whenever she saw Sam she'd rush to him, purring, rubbing up against him as he gave her the food.
That was what had intrigued Chloe.
She'd never seen someone that gentle, hadn't realized someone like that existed.
"I'm Sam." He bent on his knees, eyeing her carefully, as if she were the hurt, feral kitten he was trying to tame. "What's your name?"
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She managed to slip into the backyard and pick up the college book on Physics they'd given her for light reading, when they came looking for her. The blonde looked up at Ma and Pa, as they insisted they be called, as they stood over her, smiling in satisfaction as they saw what she was doing. Ma was shorter than Pa, with red hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Sometimes Chloe could genuinely believe that Ma cared if they were okay, but sometimes there was that coldness in those eyes that made her wary. But if anything she trusted Ma more, because she kept Pa at bay. He'd tried to touch them once, when they were younger, and when Ma was finished with him he'd been in the hospital for a month. He hadn't dared do anything again.
Ma had told them that if he ever tried anything again, they'd get a new Pa, and this one would 'go away'.
Chloe wondered where he'd go.
"Hello Chloe." Ma knelt to her knees, smiling as she noticed how far Chloe had gotten on the 800+ paged book. "You're almost halfway finished. I gave you this yesterday."
Chloe nodded. "It's interesting."
Ma smiled, reaching for a strand of blonde hair and tucking it behind Chloe's ear. "Good girl."
Chloe smiled awkwardly at the redhead.
If she'd known that Chloe could've finished the book in less than an hour if she'd truly been interested in it, Ma would have been less pleased with her.
"How about you try and move something?" Ma tried coaxing. "Maybe this time you'll be able to. You don't want Lana to win all of the award points, do you?"
Chloe ducked her gaze, beginning to tremble, feeling sick.
She couldn't do this.
, but it didn't work.
Ma took the book from Chloe's hands and held it in her own. "C'mon, Chloe, push it out of my hand without touching it. C'mon, you can do it. You just don't have motivation."
Chloe looked up at the book in anger.
She knew it wouldn't move, and when it didn't, Ma wouldn't be happy anymore.
It was all Lana's fault.
She was so incredibly good at this, with her bursts of pinkness that made Ma and Pa think that Lois and Chloe could do the exact same things.
And she was mad at Lois too, because while she couldn't push things without touching them, she could do other things.
Things Chloe couldn't do.
The girl hugged herself, closing her eyes tightly.
She didn't want to be beaten again.
She didn't want to disappoint them and thus force them to punish her.
If she could just do something, if she would stop being so defective, stop disappointing them then they'd stop beating her.
She needed to behave.
She needed to be a good girl.
And she was trying.
Ma and Pa weren't her real parents, but at least they still kept her around unlike her real ones.
If she disappointed them more, would they make her 'go away' too?
Her trembling grew.
"C'mon Chloe." Ma's voice was tinted with annoyance. "Do it Chloe. Do it.
"I'm trying." Her voice croaked as she opened her eyes, glaring holes into the book.
." She pleaded for Ma to believe her, to understand.
She didn't mean to be a bad girl.
Didn't mean to disappoint them.
"Don't make me go away. Please
. I'm trying. I'm trying
Ma watched her before sighing and giving her a little smile, reaching over and placing her hand on Chloe's head, ignoring the flinch the child gave, having expected a slap. "Chloe, you're not going anywhere. Your brain---you have the potential to be the greatest of any of the children we've raised, but you just aren't trying
." She looked up at Ma, tears welling in her eyes. "I promise
The woman nodded. "Maybe you just need more."
Chloe winced and looked away.
She'd already had so much more than the others.
They'd stopped getting them years ago, from the time they were five.
She'd have five extra years of it.
And she hated it.
"You're a good girl, aren't you, Chloe?" Ma asked.
Chloe nodded mechanically, not looking up.
"Then you won't fight us, right?"
Chloe's bottom lips trembled violently as a lone tear made its way down her cheek. "It hurts
"I know baby." Ma caressed her hair. "But once you start doing something you won't need it anymore. If anything, the pain might motivate you to be a good girl like Lois and Lana."
Chloe hated the girls.
She loved them.
But she hated them too.
If they weren't so good she wouldn't look like such a bad girl.
"Come on, Chloe." Ma reached for her hand. "Lets go."
Chloe wanted to struggle, wanted to cry and beg, but she was already being a bad girl, and if she misbehaved more it'd be the belt, or the stick, or maybe even the spiked belt.
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Her throat was hoarse from the screaming.
Lois and Lana sat on the edge of the bed, the twelve and ten year old both eyeing her in the utmost worry.
"You need to do something
, Chloe." Lois whispered, eyes suspiciously moist as she rubbed Chloe's feverish forehead with the wet cloth. "They're going to continue doing this until you do."
"I know." Chloe's voice was hoarse. "But I'm trying, Lo. I'm trying
"We believe you." Lana quickly agreed, pulling the blanket over her when she noticed her shivering. "But Chloe, you need to do
something. I heard them talking. They're going to up your dosage."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror. "No
Her green eyes went to her arm, were the puncture wound was still red and swollen.
She couldn't take it if they injected her with more of that green thing.
Her veins would burst.
Her heart would too.No
She needed to do something, she needed to do something worthy of the collars Lana and Lois wore.
That was her worry long after Lois and Lana had fallen asleep on her bed.
She needed to do something.
Even if she tricked
them she needed to do something!Anything
Her clock alarmed softly.
Chloe looked up and despite the pain in her body, she slipped out of bed and went to the window, looking down at the dark of the night.
At the street.
And there he was, Sam, walking with a paper bag in his hand.
He walked into the alley and the cat and her kittens all came rushing out to greet them. He grinned and laughed, his dimples dark, as he bent to his knees and caressed them before emptying the contents of the paper bag for them to eat.
He sat down on the dirty ground, back against the wall, and played with them awhile.
The kittens were tiny, but they didn't fear him because he was gentle.
Chloe hugged herself, tears coming to her eyes.
If only for tonight, she couldn't watch his gentleness.
The blonde climbed back into bed, and softly cried herself to sleep.