Sequel to: Adept
Universe: Adept Series
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Spencer Reid, Coyote
Fandoms: Smallville/Criminal Minds
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Chloe is kidnapped by Coyote, Reid tries to help, and gets kidnapped as well. Now in the Coyote's lair, Chloe has to make a very hard decision: the fate of the world-or possibly losing her own sanity?
"Are you okay?" Chloe asked, leaning over him as the slim male with chin-length silky, light brown hair began to come to. "Were you hurt? Does it pain anywhere?"
His eyelashes fluttered before opening, revealing light brown eyes as well, as his pupils not only tried to accustom themselves to the darkness around them, but tried to make her out in the shadows. "Does everywhere count?"
She barked out surprised laughter as she brushed her fingers over his hair softly, revealing a cut on his forehead that he flinched slightly at when she touched. "You really shouldn't have tried to get in the middle of things. It would have ignored you if you'd just let it take me."
He blinked, looking up at her. "It?" He leaned further against the cave wall. "What happened? What was that thing?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She sighed, turning and sitting down next to him in the near total darkness, leaning against the cave wall and looking up at the pitch black darkness above.
Her father was going to kill her.
The fact that she hadn't called in to report would have already clued in her team and family to the fact that something had gone far from according to plan. Gibbs (also known as dad when not working) hadn't wanted her coming alone on this investigation anyway, but everyone had been busy and this was a string of deaths. Chloe couldn't just wait for everyone to clear their schedules to come with her.
Especially not when she was eighteen already.
"Try me." The young man trapped with her turned his head in her direction, his voice bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Alright fine." She took in a deep breath. "He's Coyote."
There was a pause, as the man eyed her. "As in a human smuggler?" He made a face. "This isn't a boarder town."
"No, no I don't mean that sort of Coyote." Chloe continued looking up at the ceiling, wondering why she hadn't been better prepared for this sort of situation.
In her line of business the supernatural was only divulged on a need to know basis, but considering that Coyote had taken them both, and they were in his lair, she figured that her fellow kidnapee needed to know.
There was another pause. "I doubt that the animal itself kidnapped us, because while I didn't get a good look at your attacker I know for a fact that it isn't Canis latrans, so I can only guess that the Coyote you're referring to is the mythological creature."
She looked towards him shocked. "You know about Coyote?"
He made a face, turning more towards her. "Mythology and legends were never my forte, but I like to broaden my horizons and read a couple of books on Native American mythology and came upon the myths of Coyote, and Raven. I believe in some other cultures they call them Tricksters."
"It's similar to a Trickster, yes." The eighteen year old turned to him, completely shocked and intrigued. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Chloe Sullivan."
"Spencer Reid." He announced, eyes still on her in the near-complete darkness. "Why exactly was a Native American myth trying to kidnap you? Do you know if it has anything to do with the string of unsolvable murders that have been happening in these parts?"
Her eyes narrowed. "What do you know about the murders?"
"I work with the BAU, and we were called in to help the local authorities catch the killer." He explained. "We analyze the killers by patterns, their victims, and it helps us narrow things down and find the killer before he strikes again."
"You weren't able to find a correlation between these victims, were you?" She mumbled, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes.
"No, actually, and the killer doesn't seem to fit any sort of category that we know of." Spencer replied.
"He won't. And if you ask me, it's better that you leave him alone before he fixes his eyes on your group." Chloe sighed, taking in a deep breath. "Coyote has a way of knowing the deep dark secrets lying inside of us all, and if he sees someone who needs to be punished they will be punished. Not all the punishments end in death, and those who live change incredibly, learning their lessons." Her jaw clenched. "Its only those who won't change who don't make it."
"Wait a second." Spencer frowned. "You're saying that all those victims had some deep dark secret they were holding? There was a pastor involved! And high school principal."
"Ah, yes, Pastor Freeman and Principal Gregory." Chloe made up her face. "Pastor Freeman is an abusive son of a bitch who knows enough to hit Mrs. Freeman places that her clothes cover, and Principal Gregory has been known to use his position to encourage the young female staff into doing extra credit."
"How do you-?"
"You aren't the only one who's been investigating, Mister Reid." Chloe responded.
"Doctor Reid." He corrected awkwardly.
"Really?" She asked, surprised. "You look kinda young to be a doctor."
He ducked his head in embarrassment. "I get that a lot."
"What sort of doctor? Medicine or-?"
"I have an undergraduate degree in Psychology and Sociology." Reid clarified, nodding. "I also have doctorates in Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering, and I'm working in another degree in Philosophy."
Chloe blinked, wondering if this is how other people felt when they met her. "How old are you?"
"Let's just say I'm not thirty yet." He hedged, obviously uncomfortable with the topic. "Who exactly are you?"
"Well, I just graduated from highschool." She felt a little silly considering that he had all those degrees under his belt. "I'm also an agent with the D.C. NCIS, although I do not only work with cases that involve the Navy or Marines. I handle the cases that involve, or have the possibility of involving, the supernatural. When I heard about these killings I thought something was off and I ddid some extensive diggings into the background of the victims and found out that each of them had really dark secrets they were holding. That was when I began to get suspicious that it was Coyote, especially since their deaths were all ironic considering their sins during life."
"So you came to investigate."
"Yes, I'd managed to discern the disguise Coyote had taken and I was confronting him when you appeared."
"I heard struggling." He responded. "I-."
"Coyote apparently needed me for something and wanted me to leave with him immediately, but I refused to go without clearing it first with my superior." Chloe explained. "Coyote wasn't happy about that."
"Wait, why would Coyote want you?"
"You know, you're taking this pretty well." She stalled.
"I prefer to accept the possibility of the supernatural than the possibility that I'm hallucinating and having a conversation with you when you might not even exist." Spencer replied.
She smiled, amused by that.
"What he isn't saying," a voice announced in the darkness. "Is that his mother is in the loony bin, schizophrenic, and he's terrified that since its genetic, that you might be his first schizophrenic episode." He then chuckled as Spencer went stiff. "Of course, he doesn't know that your mother is interned in a mental health institution as well."
They jumped and turned to look towards the voice.
No one else was visible.
"He has nothing do with this, Coyote. You shouldn't have brought him." She stood, looking towards the darkness where the voice was coming from, and all of a sudden the cave was lit up brightly, and she was staring at the coyote with human body standing before her before it morphed into complete human form.
"He would have gone back to his colleagues, I couldn't let that happen. Not until I'd seen you and you'd helped, of course." He replied with a shrug. "And I didn't hurt him...much. The gash on his head only happened when I dropped him, and I really can't be blamed for that."
Spencer's eyes were wide as he slowly stood, having witnessed Coyote's transformation.
Coyote smiled. "Right. This way." With a snap of his fingers the walls of the cave smoothened out and were decorated by paintings and embroidered hangings.
"Back In Black" echoed throughout the cave, Coyote shaking his head to the music as he led the way.
Spencer just continued to watch in shock, falling into step with Chloe as the blonde followed Coyote down the hallway towards a large door, which exploded into confetti and let them pass.
Chloe smiled, picking some confetti from her hair, having to admit that the Coyote was a bit showy.
But her smile disappeared from her face when she saw what was arranged in a circle in the middle of the grand room.
Coyote stopped and looked at her, before motioning towards them. "They have been waiting for you, Adept."
Spencer stepped forwards, standing next to her. "I can't believe it, this is the circle of 13 skulls."
"You know of them?" Coyote asked, surprised.
"Of course." Spencer announced, turning to look at his abductor. "There are very few legends that cross over cultures and times the way the crystal skull legends do, being contemporarily shared between the Mayans, the Aztecs, the Native Americans and other indigenous people around the world." He turned to Chloe. "It was said that the skulls were kept inside a pyramid in a formation of tremendous power known as the Ark. This Ark was comprised of the twelve skulls from each of the sacred planets kept in a circle, with the thirteenth skull, the largest, placed in the center of the formation. The thirteenth skull was supposed to represent the collective consciousness of all the wolds, connecting up the knowledge of all the sacred planets."
"When the 13 skulls are placed together they will awaken a new era, transforming an old paradigm into a new world." Coyote nodded. "They are complete depositories of knowledge, and each skull contains a particular specialist area of information."
"Like a living library." Spencer blinked. "Each is like a volume in a set of encyclopedias."
Chloe had backed up slightly, glaring at Coyote. "No."
Spencer looked between them, obviously confused.
"It is your destiny, it is for you that I have been keeping these safe." Coyote narrowed his eyes.
"No it isn't!" She could feel hysteria built deep inside of her. "My brain is already filled with so much information and crap! I can hardly learn anything else! I can't go to college because my brain can't concentrate on things people tell me or try to teach me-my brain just takes over and shovels more and more supernatural crap into my head! I will not download even more information into my hard-drive! It'll crash my system!"
"You don't have the proper software to run the programs trying to run." Coyote replied sagely. "Now you will."
"Bullshit." She snapped, stepping towards him, poking her finger menacingly into his chest. "I will not stand in the middle of that circle."
Spencer turned to look at the circle as he realized something. "There are only twelve skulls."
"Then you condemn your world." Coyote replied darkly. "The time is almost upon us, the calender will soon end...the time man has on this earth is coming to an end and it will end in their destruction if you do not do this."
Chloe snarled at Coyote, showing teeth, before turning away from him with a little cry.
She was scared.
She hadn't wanted to become the Adept, hadn't known what she was accepting when she did, and she wasn't ready for this.
It was so damn hard trying to pretend to be normal the way she was, and now Coyote was asking her to take on even more. She'd had to sacrifice normal teenaged years, had had to give up the thought of going to college like her few friends from high school. Her brain had taken over her life, the information proving to be more of a curse, a hindrance, than a gift.
The only people who could understand her were her father, his team...and the man who she felt as her adoptive father.
But Chloe...Chloe needed something more than just her job.
She wanted a nice, normal evening with a nice, normal guy, while on a nice, normal date.
But between the supernatural cases she was working, her seriously overprotective father, and the fact that she was a walking, talking, vessel for all the supernatural knowledge there was-it made it difficult for anything normal to ever happen to her.
And now Coyote wanted to fill her mind with even more information about only the gods knew what?
She didn't want to do this!
She wanted to scream.
Wanted to go back before all this happened, before she was a living Encyclopedia of Weird, before she got enthralled with the Supernatural, before she was duped by Lionel Luthor's claims to want to save the world, and make life a better experience for all those around.
She just wanted to be normal again.
But if Coyote could be trusted, if Azazel could be trusted, if her obscure dreams could be trusted...something very big was going to soon be happening, and apparently the fate of the world as a whole was in the balance.
She closed her eyes tightly.
She didn't want to do this.
But then she thought of her fathers, of her friends, of her colleagues.
She thought of people like Spencer out there, thinking that they had to worry about monstrous people, not of the real monsters.
People who had no idea what was really going on in the world.
Gulping back panic and tears, she turned towards Coyote. "So I just walk there and stand in the circle."
Spencer reached for her, holding her arm. "Chloe, I don't know if this is such a great idea. You don't know what's going to happen-if anything does. I mean, there have been previous attempts to join the thirteen skulls together and nothing has ever happened."
"That is because they haven't had the correct skulls...or the Adept." Coyote explained gravely.
"Adept?" Spencer frowned.
Chloe slipped from his hold and took in a deep breath. "This is going to be fun."
And with that she stepped inside the circle.