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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
After a visit from his parents in the hospital, Clark had started getting better, but, he was still very weak and was staying home until he could completely recuperate. Chloe went to visit him daily, and she realized that he spent most of his days sunbathing, seeming to get better the longer he spent under the sun. Usually this would set off her weird-dar, and it did, but she ignored it because he was her friend and he'd nearly died protecting her. If he had some big dark secret he could tell her himself at his own time.
Also, she already had a mystery on her hands and didn't need another. And on top of that, she had the fear that having ingested so much meteor rock might have made her a meteor freak. Persephane, God bless that little puppy, was already beginning to show some symptoms of infection.
The puppy had grown larger, older, having seemed to mutate from puppy to a half grown dog in less than two weeks.
And Chloe didn't know what else could be happening to her poor pet.
She didn't think she'd have the heart to put her down if the dog went insane because of her meteor infection.
"You look worried."
Chloe looked up, dragged from her thoughts, gazing into Whitney's worried face. "Sorry."
He sighed, looking at her, hesitating a second, before placing his hand on hers and squeezing. "Everything's going to be alright, okay? Its been two weeks since the attack and nothing has happened."
"It just means that whoever was behind the attacks is regrouping, planning his or her next move." Chloe countered, gaze lowering to their joined hands before looking away, clearing her throat.
Tina Greer, the newest and unlikeliest member of their alliance, eyed their joined hands and smirked around her lollipop. "Well, whatever this person is planning, he or she shouldn't be the only one. We should plan something too."
Lana was silent, gaze lowered on the glass she'd been cradling for most of the evening.
Chloe was a little worried about Lana.
Whitney and Chloe's relationship was slowly changing, everyone could see that, and Lana was trying her best to accept it but it was obvious that she was hurting.
Chloe didn't want to hurt Lana, who she was quickly beginning to think of a close friend, but she liked Whitney, and Lana had had her chance with Whitney already.
Chloe deserved her own chance with the Quarterback.
Lana's phone began to ring and she quickly put down her glass and reached into her glittery pink handbag.
The first smile of the evening lifted her lips as she saw the caller I.D.
Tina watched her with a frown.
"Hey." Lana answered the phone, pushing up to her feet and headed towards the front door as she pulled a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear in a shy gesture. "I didn't think you'd call me anymore."
Whitney and Chloe eyed the blush spreading on Lana's cheeks, before sharing amused and confused looks.
Whitney's thumb began to caress Chloe's palm.
"No! No! I'm not saying that you're bothering me at all! I'm not!" Lana hurried to exclaim, closing the door behind her and keeping the rest of them from hearing whatever else she was going to say.
Whitney pushed up to his feet. "I'm going to get us something to drink."
Chloe nodded, watching him pad towards the kitchen, comfortable in her home.
Tina growled, looking away from the view of Lana blushing and giggling and playing with her hair through the window, Tina's good mood vanished. "Why can't she ever like me for once?"
Chloe, who had always thought that Tina was in love with Lana, turned to her at that confession.
Tina's glare leveled with Chloe. "I hope you know I hold you responsible for this."
The blonde blinked. "Me? What do I have to do with all of this?"
Tina snorted. "If you hadn't gone and lost your voice then she wouldn't have ever had to come into contact with your cousin."
Chloe blinked again, gaze going to where Lana was blushing darker, biting down on her bottom lip and yet smiling as she listened to what was being said. "Are you saying that she's talking to Lois?"
"More now than ever." Tina grumbled, once more giving Chloe an accusing look.
Chloe looked at Lana through the window, then at a glowering Tina, then back at a giggling Lana, and then back at Tina before she leaned closer to the girl sitting across from her on the carpet, voice lowered. "Are you saying that Lana's bisexual
Tina rolled her eyes at Chloe, as if disgusted.
And then she paused.
Really looking at the blonde.
Tina frowned, tilting her head to the side. "You're serious
"Why wouldn't I be?" Chloe wanted to know, confused. "It's not like it's obvious. I mean, I've only heard of Lana with guys and the last person she liked was Whitney."
Tina continued to look at her. "You are
Chloe hated the feeling that she was missing a big piece of some puzzle.
A piece Tina obviously thought was right under her nose.
"Wow." Tina shook her head, rueful. "You know, for an investigative journalist in the making, you're denser then hell."
Chloe frowned, wondering what exactly she'd missed.
Tina sighed, a forlorn glance sent in Lana's direction before she turned to Chloe. "Am I ugly?"
The blonde frowned darker at the question. "Excuse me?"
"I've been her friend since primary." Tina sighed. "I've liked her since at least fourth grade. She likes girls. But she's never once looked at me like a girl. Ever." Her eyes narrowed on Chloe. "Is it because I'm ugly?"
This was what Chloe loved about life.
It had a way of bitch slapping you in the face with all its weirdness.
Never in her life did she think she'd be having this conversation with Tina Greer.
She'd never thought she'd ever have a conversation with Tina Greer period.
"I don't think you're ugly, and I'm not trying to make you feel better if that's what you're thinking." Chloe raised her hand to shut the girl up when her mouth opened. "I think, maybe though, you need to stop trying to be Lana Lang because it doesn't suit anyone but Lana Lang."
Tina frowned at her. "Excuse me?"
"You have replicas of her every outfit, you try to do your hair like her, you try to be like her. She probably thinks you're her long lost twin, Tina. I mean, look at you." Chloe sighed, motioning to the girl's outfit and her hair, which was up in chopsticks...like Lana's. "You need to let go of your desire to be like her, and be a you she or someone else can like. It's like, you've spent so many years shadowing her you never developed your own...you."
Tina looked horribly insulted and unable to speak.
Chloe moved so that she was kneeling right in front of the other girl and yanked the chopsticks out of her hair, tossing them behind the sofa no one was using, and then she ruffled Tina's hair, ignoring the other girl's squeak of horror. "See? Just because Lana has her hair in chopsticks today doesn't mean you have to as well." Chloe responded, using her fingers to comb the other girl's hair before pulling away and admiring her handy work with a grin.
"You..." Tina looked at her oddly. "You just assaulted me."
Chloe laughed. "Good thing I didn't try to take off the matching pink cardigan, huh?"
Tina hugged herself, as if scared that Chloe was about to rape her.
Laughing, shaking her head, Chloe gave the other girl a look before going back to her position, not noticing that Lana had stopped giggling on the phone and instead had been watching them through the window, frown on her face.
Whitney returned with a tray of drinks, balancing it nervously.
"Fordman, your girlfriend just groped me." Tina pointed at Chloe accusingly.
Chloe suddenly blushed and looked at the footballer.
He was blushing and looking back at her.Girlfriend
Persephane, who was the only one enjoying the sofa, watched with interest, tail wagging against a cushion. The dog then went still and looked towards the front of the house, growling.
"Chloe!" Lana threw open the front door. "You need to see this!"
Sharing a look with Whitney and Tina, Chloe stood and hurried out of the door, eyes widening in horror as she skidded to a halt next to Lana.
There in her front lawn, was her father.
In black and white.
This was an illusion...one that was supposed to be obvious was an illusion.
Whoever was the one who was doing this was somewhere out there.
"Where are you?" Chloe snapped, and would have hurried down her front porch if Whitney hadn't grabbed her arm and pushed her back behind him.
"What do you want?" Whitney snarled at the illusion, taking a menacing step towards it. "Leave Chloe and Lana alone!"
Chloe made to join him but Lana reached for her hand and squeezed, shaking her head.
The blonde looked at Lana.
The girl's eyes were pleading with her.
Sighing, Chloe looked back at the illusion.
Lana was right.
Chloe had gone up against this thing twice and nearly died both times.
She needed to be smart about this.
"Ah, you think you can protect them? Any of them?" Her father's black and white copy chuckled. "Why do you think I sent you that video feed, Whitney Fordman? Its to show you how easy it is for me to hurt her, hurt whoever protects her. You can't touch me."
"Because you're too much of a coward to actually show yourself!" Whitney growled, and would have headed down the steps if Chloe's hand hadn't gripped the back of his shirt, keeping him there. "You're such a coward that you have to send these illusions instead!"
Gabe's illusion narrowed its eyes. "Punk ass kid!"
"Persie no!" Tina, who'd been holding Persephane's collar, gasped as the struggling puppy finally broke free and charge passed them down the stairs at the illusion.
"Persephane!" Chloe yelled, yanking her hand out of Lana's grip and pushing passed Whitney as well, rushing down the steps after her puppy. "Stop! Come back here!"
"Chloe!" Whitney called after her, hurrying down the steps as well.
Persephane ignored her owner's calls and instead charged the illusion, growling viciously.
Suddenly the illusion shifted, morphed, and now it wasn't Gabe, but a monstrously large dog.
Chloe nearly tripped, eyes widening in horror.
Persephane wasn't deterred, attacking.
It was vicious and ugly and...and it ended too quickly with Persephane crying painfully in the creature's monstrous jaws.
"No!" Chloe screamed, about to rush to the creature when Whitney grabbed her from behind, restraining her. "Please! Don't hurt her! Please!"
The creature watched as her tears began to make their way down her cheeks.
"The puppy was just trying to defend her." Lana hurried down the steps, stopping next to Whitney and Chloe. "Please don't hurt her. Please. Do you still want me to stop hanging around with Chloe? I will. Just please don't hurt Persephane!"
Chloe turned to look at Lana in surprise.
Lana looked about to cry, but was determined. "Please."
Persephane whimpered pitifully.
Chloe struggled against Whitney, desperate to get at her puppy. "What do you want?" Her voice broke, desperate.
The creature continued to watch them all in silence before throwing the puppy to the ground, and transforming into a Grim Reaper, sickle in hand. "I want you to suffer."
"Why?" Chloe snapped, sick of this. "Are you that in love with Lana? That anyone who gets close to her you want to make miserable?"
"Of course not." The Grim Reaper, the face of Death itself, sneered. "This has never been about Lana."
"The hell it hasn't!" Tina Greer snapped, finally coming down the steps. "When you attacked Chloe in the bathroom you told her to stay away from Lana...and then you tried to kidnap Lana! And then, when that failed, you attacked Chloe in her home because-because of her Lana had attacked you!"
The Grim Reaper smirked. "Is that truly the reason why I attacked her?"
Chloe went cold. "What are you saying?"
"You disappoint me Chloe." The Grim Reaper tsked, shaking his head and pointing his sickle at her. "How do you plan on working at the Daily Planet one day if you can't even see what's going on in front of your very eyes?"
That was the second time someone had questioned her deductive capabilities today.
She didn't like it.
"Then why don't you just spell it out for me Einstein?" Chloe snarled.
"Don't antagonize him Chloe." Whitney whispered in her ear. "We need to confront the puppeteer, not his puppets."
"Why do you want me to suffer?" Chloe finally whispered.
"Because you're so blind." Fury fueled those words, and then, and then he reached out his bony hand towards her.
Chloe could feel something in her throbbing, painfully, and she cried, knees buckling.
Whitney grunted, keeping her from falling. "Chloe?" He sounded frantic. "What did you do to her?"
"Chloe!" Lana cried. "They're illusions Chloe! Illusions!"
Chloe looked up and then screamed as the Reaper was suddenly right in her face.
He raised his sickle and slammed the dull side across Whitney's face, knocking him unconscious. The illusions then grabbed Chloe and yanked her to him.
Yanking his hood over his head, the illusion pulled his cloak over and around her, pressing her into his cold body.
Everything went black.