Sequel to: Paradise Interrupted
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Chloe/Lex
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Two years later, Chloe runs into Sam, and he just doesn't know what to make of the dangerous bitch she's become. But her bad attitude and edgy clothes aren't what he has the most trouble adjusting to. Lex Luthor is.
"Damn car." Chloe glared, kicking at the tire. She sighed and leaned against the door, arms folded over her chest, black fingernails tapping impatiently against the pale of her arm. In pure black, she wasn't exactly in the best clothes to deal with this shit, or this heat. Her hair was long and loose around her, cascading down her shoulders and over the curve of her breasts. A tight black shirt that showed off her pushed up cleavage, her fishnet stockings and high heel boots covering more than her itsy bitsy black skirt.
She was a far cry from the innocent looking fourteen year old she'd been while with the Winchesters.
Sighing, raising the shades up from her face to her hair, she looked around her. "Who the hell do I have to blow around here to get someone off their ass and actually do their goddamned job?"
Turning towards the sound, she was taken back for a second. "What the hell are you doing covered in all that shit?"
Sam Winchester stood before her, wearing a garage jumpsuit and covered in axle grease. "Chloe
." He moved towards her.
She moved back, hands up. "Whoa, whoa, Gigantor, back down already. I do not want that gunk all over me."
Sam froze, confusion and hurt and so many emotions swirling on his face. "Chloe
"Yeah." She looked him up and down, not impressed with what she saw. "You've said that like what, three times now?" She sneered. "Not sure of its me or something?"
Sam's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I'd like you, the mechanic, to deal with my goddamned car." She replied. "Too bad about apparently not being smart enough to make it as a lawyer, but that doesn't give you any right to slack off on what job yo could get. We're in a recession you know. Value any little you have." She reached into her car through the open driver's window and pulled out her bag. "I'm going to be in the bar across the street. When this is working again, give me a nod." She gave him a very obvious fake smile. "If you can the piece of shit BMW working in the hour, then there's a big bonus waiting for you." Her gaze rose and fell on him before she snorted. "You obviously need one."
Sam watched her in shocked silence.
Chloe sighed as she walked passed him and out of the garage, heading towards the bar.
And that was where she was circa three hours later, sitting up on the bar counter, grinning and playfully shaking the chin of one of the men around her. The blonde reached for the shot of vodka resting next to her and downed it in one gulp as she threw her head back, hissing in pleasure as she slammed the shot glass back down on to the table.
"Buy me another." She ordered the man whose chin she'd been shaking.
He smiled into her face before nodding. "Anything."
Chloe caressed his face, maintaining eye contact, feeling the electric currents in his brain and manipulating them as she'd learn to do so easy as if it were second nature. "Good boy."
A voice cleared in obvious displeasure.
Chloe looked up, eyebrow raising when she noticed Sam there, bathed and looking more like...
She pushed away the guy at her right by his face, and couldn't help that jolt of arousal that shot through her body as she looked at Sam.
Sam was bathed, hair wet and shaggy around his face. He was dressed in jeans and a wearing a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up over a black undershirt, and his wrist was adorned with a cuff bracelet. His hands were shucked into his front jeans pockets, and...
Chloe licked her lips and smiled up at him. "So beneath the grease monkey, there's still a decent looking guy, huh?"
A muscle jumped viciously in his cheek and was her only warning before suddenly he reached out and grabbed her wrist, jerking her off the counter and onto her boots on the ground.
Chloe gave a little gasp as suddenly she was yanked towards Sam.
"What the fuck
is your problem?" He snarled down at her.
The men around her stood immediately.
Chloe gazed up at Sam, eyes wide, heart racing.
She raised her hand, stopping the other men, without even taking her eyes off of Sam. "Since when did you start cursing?"
His grip on her arm grew painful. "Since the moment you were kidnapped." He twisted her arm awkwardly behind her back and forced her body to arch towards him. "Or were you kidnapped at all?" His blue/green gaze lowered to her neck, which was collar-free. "Did you just walk out and leave Lana and Lois injured and possibly dying without even wondering what'd happened to them?"
Her eyes narrowed, and she brought up her knee viciously, turning when he let go of her and crumpled to the ground.
Turning, flicking a pale blonde strand of hair behind her shoulder, Chloe walked out of the bar, not even bothering to pay for any of the drinks she had. One of the idiots under the thrall would do so for her-they'd probably fight each other for the right to do so.
Walking down the darkness of the street at night, Chloe didn't even know where she was going.
She was just furious.
Who the hell did Winchester think he was?
He was just lucky that she used to have a crush on him, because anyone else would have been dead right about now.
Cellular ringing, Chloe sighed and answered, kicking at a can on the ground. "I told you I didn't want to use that piece of silver shit and if you don't listen to me next time I'm going to cut you."
"Well, I'm sure that that will make more sense as this conversation progresses." The voice on the other end of the phone announced congenially.
"That BMW you shoved up my friggen ass?" She snapped, kicking the can harder, causing it to bounce off of a parked car. "The fucking piece of fucking shit fucking broke down!"
"What have I told you about refining your language?" The voice was tired. "There were far too many F words in that last sentence."
"And what have I told you about trying to restrict me, Mercy?" Chloe snapped. "Fuck Fuckety Fuck Fuck Fuck!"
"Okay, so the car broke down. That was something that couldn't have been expected."
"It wouldn't have happened if you'd let me ride Big Boy." Chloe ran her hand over her hair, trying to breathe in and out, and relax. "How the fuck am I supposed to make it to the rendevouz point on time if I'm stuck in the middle of Podunk Hollow?"
"It can't be that
bad." There was a chuckle.
"You can stuff your humor and disbelief up your-." Chloe turned, stopping when she came face-to-chest with a familiar shirt. "Mercy, I'm going to have to call you back."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, not really." She looked up at that angered and hurt face. "Just a really persistent memory." She sighed. "I'll call and report in in T minus 45." Hanging up before Mercy could say anything, Chloe looked up at Sam with interest. "Do you have a ride?"
Grabbing her arm, Sam snarled as he flung her into a nearby alley. "What is wrong
again." Chloe sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Chloe." Sam's voice held a hint of desperation as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What happened? Why are you-why? What happened? To you. To the collar. Why..." He looked away. "Why didn't you come back?"
"Why would I?" Chloe wanted to know, eyebrow raised. "I will admit to loving living with your parents while it lasted, but I'm not like the rest of you, Sam, you know that. Your parents must have told you about what really happened that day. About the powers Lois and Lana used to have-and that I still do. Grandfather gave us the ultimate test and me, the one that had struggled so the long to have a power and not be useless, the underdog, was the only one who passed the test." She sneered. "So I went back, and after some more experiments I got the collar taken off...though I still use a choker most of the time." She motioned to the black and silver one she was wearing now. "After all those years wearing the collar it just felt odd not wearing anything."
Sam opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it once more. "Why didn't you get into contact with us? Lois and Lana-."
"Have gotten on with their lives, Sam. I know they still try looking for me, but Lana is deep to her knees in high school romances and Lois just graduated and is pregnant for the whipped-as-ever Cody." Chloe rolled her eyes. "Dean is with his girlfriend of the week, your mother and father are off on a second honeymoon, and you-you'd dropped off of the map. At least I now know where you were."
Sam blinked, taking another step towards her. "You've been keeping an eye on us."
"Only when I was bored." She shrugged, folding her arms over her chest. "Look, Sam, do you have a ride or does hickville have a car rental agency?"
"Are you running from him?"
"From who?" Chloe frowned, confused and annoyed.
." Sam seemed just as annoyed as well.
Chloe eyed him before chuckling, shaking her head. "No, I'm not running from 'grandfather'." She sauntered towards Sam, stepping into his personal space, before walking her fingers up his chest. "I killed him a long