Title: Gentle (Part Two)
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Lois, Lana, Dean, Mary, John, Ma, Pa, Grandfather
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, mentioned child abuse.
John kept to the shadows, hidden form view by the side of the house, and yet still able to see the girls and to hear the conversation they were having in his backyard.
"I don't want
the control anymore!" Lana whispered tearfully. "I'm just hurting people with it."
Lois tugged a little on her collar. "Lana. You just need to learn how to control it yourself without Ma to control when you can or can't use it. I know its hard, believe me, I broke the table with my strength. But we have to learn to control it on our own. The Winchesters aren't going to like us if they know how different we are. What
Lana wiped at her tears. "Why
"Lana..." Lois whispered, drawing her close. "We're special, okay? You heard Ma and Pa. No one will understand us, or like us, if they knew the truth." She paused. "You like these people, right?"
"Don't you?" Lana whispered.
Lois paused, taking in a deep breath. "They're...unnaturally nice...so far."
"You like them." Lana protested.
"So what if I do?" Lois snapped, before sighing and looking up at the sky. "They don't really like us if they don't really know us, Lana. And you know we can't tell them. If we tell them, Grandfather will be able to know because of the feed in our collars. And you know what Ma said will happen to the people we tell."
Lana's face went pale. "They'll 'go away'."
"Just like Ma made Pa go away." Lois's face was serious. "We don't want these people to go away, Lana, but they will. So even if they actually would still like us after we tell them about us, Grandfather will only kill them."
"Isn't there a way for us to get around it? To let them know without Grandfather knowing that we let them know?" Lana pleaded. "I like them. They'll still like us. I know
"There's no other way, Lana." Lois whispered. "We can never tell them for their own good. Okay? You have to understand. If I hadn't shut you up in the kitchen that day-and if Chloe and I hadn't kept them from seeing you today-Lana, you would have gotten the people you like so much murdered
, don't you get that?"
Lana's bottom lip trembled. "But-."
Lana!" Lois snapped. "Every action you do carelessly is endangering them and
us! We mightn't be with Ma and Pa anymore but we still belong to Grandfather, and he will
discipline us if he thinks we deserve it."
Lana lowered her head, clutching at her collar.
"Exactly." Lois whispered. "Lana, they're never
going to get these off of us. You know they're wired to kill us if removed."
"And they can send programs wirelessly to the collars any time they want." Lois was desperate to get her sister to understand this. "They could kill us from miles away and no one would know. All they need is to press one button."
, for the good of everyone, control yourself." Lois' hands were on Lana's shoulders. "Or we will be controlled again, unable to use our powers unless they give us permission. You don't want that again, right? That electric shock that enters our bodies whenever we try to use it on our own? Or we disobey them?"
"No." Lana shook her head, sniffling. "I'll behave. I don't want anyone to get hurt. Especially not because of me."
"Thank you." Lois whispered. "Now, let's go see Chloe, okay?"
Lana nodded. "I need to apologize to her. Her body's weak and it hurt her to use her power to cover for me."
John slipped back into the house, the information buzzing in his head.
He needed to speak with Mary.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
Grandfather gazed at the pictures that'd been taken a few days ago.
All the girls were in the Winchester house, and seemed to be slowly integrating themselves into the family.
The Winchesters hadn't filed for right to foster the children, so they'd be surprised when tomorrow the papers arrived for them to sign.
These were the perfect people for his girls to learn from.
Until he felt they'd learnt everything they could about normal people and their lives, and how to live and mingle with them, they could stay with this small suburban family. He'd even set it up so that with the fostering, the 'government' would be paying the Winchesters a pretty penny to cover the girls 'expenses'.
After all, a Grandfather took care of his own, didn't he?-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
The Master Bedroom was quiet as the four Winchesters shared looks.
Dean finally was unable to stay quiet. "So you're saying that the Chipettes were experimented on, and because of that they developed powers, and the collars are a way to keep those powers under control."
"And that this Grandfather has control of them through a wireless feed in the collars that we can't even try to disarm or take off because its designed to kill them if the collars are tampered with." Sam leaned against the bedroom door, eyes blank, arms folded over his chest.
John nodded. "That's correct."
"That bastard." Mary hissed, sitting down on the bed. "Those poor children John! And we can't even let them know that we know because-."
"Grandfather will press the button and blow their heads off." Dean summarized with a dark scowl.
"Dean." Mary scolded.
"What? It's what's going to happen." Dean frowned.
John sighed. "As a family we need to decide what's going to be done."
"We can't send them away, John. We're all they have!" Mary exclaimed. "They'll get separated, and we don't know if they'll get abused. Those kids have gone through so much already to have to go through more trauma!"
"They have powers." John reminded.
"Which they're trying to control." Sam interrupted. "We're the only thing stable that they have. We can't turn our backs on them when they need us the most."
Dean made a face. "Those kids aren't dangerous, dad. Annoying, maybe, but not dangerous."
"I never thought they were the dangerous ones." John amended. "Its this Grandfather I'm worried about." His eyes narrowed. "You're my family, and I love you more than anything. I don't want to put you in danger."
"We'll be fine, John." Mary assured him.
"Yeah dad, and I'm a man now." The soon to graduate teenager announced. "So that means the only baby we really need to look out for is Samantha."
Jerk." Sam glared.
"Make me, Bitch." Dean grinned.
"Dean!" Mary gasped.
John slapped him up the back of his head. "Language
Dean pouted. "I'm going to graduate in two months! I should be able to have some freedom!"
Everyone ignored him.
"We should put this to a vote." Mary announced. "Who has any doubts about letting them stay?"
John's hand went went.
Mary cleared her throat. "Who votes to keep the girls with us?"
Sam's hand went up.
Dean rubbed the back of his head with one hand and put up his other.
Mary smiled and put her hand up as well.
John sighed, looking between them, before smiling crookedly and putting his hand up as well.
Mary grinned brightly. "I'm going to take the girls shopping tomorrow! We have to make that room more personal for them. You three have to come with us so you can cary what we buy-of course."
The men looked terrified at the thought of going shopping.
Sam cleared his throat. "And also, if we see anything we shouldn't, power-wise...we're going to pretend we didn't see it, right?"
Dean nodded. "Best course of action, I think."
"Until we can catch this guy and get him to disarm the collars." John nodded. "I have Caleb trying to find out his identity. If anyone can, it's Caleb."
Mary smiled. "Okay, we'll go see about getting permission to legally be the girls' guardians...and...this is so exciting! Off to bed! Tomorrow we're going shopping!"
The boys groaned as they left the room.-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-
Waking up in the middle of the night, Chloe gasped, tugging at her collar somewhat, feeling claustrophobic. She didn't remember what she'd been dreaming, but she needed some air.
The girl eased out of bed slowly, trying not to disturb the two girls in the bed with her, and made her way to the window, opening it. She leaned her head out and took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she concentrated on just breathing.
Her heart was racing, her stomach queasy, and her head was hurting her. It was a physical manifestation of what she'd felt in her dream, and she was used to this. They all were.
Opening her eyes as the symptoms began to subside into faint memories before disappearing all together, Chloe looked up at the sky with a small smile.
It was a beautiful night.
Sensing movement down below, she gazed down and froze.
There, under the large tree, bathed in the moonlight, was a man.
He looked up at her, mouth twisted in a smile, before bringing his finger to his lips in a 'shhhhh' motion.
And then he turned and walked away.
She watched him until he disappeared, the child confused and scared and...
Chloe pulled the windows closed roughly, drawing the curtains as she turned her back on them.