Title: Number Five
Characters: Chloe, Clark, The Kents, The Sullivans, Lana
Fandoms: Smallville/I Am Number Four
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: It'd started with the telekinesis, and considering that it was her
whom he'd used it to save, Chloe discovered the truth about her best friend. He was one of nine children sent to earth from the Planet Lorien to save them from its destruction. He was Number Five, and she has her own connections to Lorien.
A/N2: Takes place after
the movie. So spoilers
A/N2: AU Smallville. Clark is from Lorien, not Krypton.
A/N3: This is a chloe/clark friendship
Chloe woke up screaming.
"It's okay baby, it's okay." A soothing voice whispered, as warm arms wrapped around her.
And yet, despite this, coldness filled Chloe's body as she recognized the voice. She froze, unable to do anything but breathe, intensely conflicted as the person pulled away and looked at her in worry. The blonde gazed into that face, unable to understand what she was doing there, why...and why the monster that'd attacked and kidnapped Chloe was now curled in the corner of the dank, funny smelling room.
"You've grown so much." Moira Sullivan whispered, reaching out and carefully brushing a golden strand out of her daughter's face. "You're almost a woman."
Tears welled up in Chloe's eyes as she stared upon the woman who'd abandoned her when she was five years old. "What's going on? What-what do you want and what is that?"
Moira turned to look at the creature Chloe's gaze was upon, before returning her attention to her daughter. "I'm sorry Doll scared you, but she needed to grab you when you were alone-and this is the first opportunity she's had all week. And, to answer your question, Doll is a Chimera, one of the last of her kind." She took in a deep breath. "And like your friend, she comes from Lorien."
Chloe's eyes widened, her body going on full alert.
How did her mother know about Lorien?
Was this even her mother?
Could this be a Mogadorian somehow impersonating her mother trying to get information out of her?
The blonde's eyes narrowed and she straightened in the bed, steeling her determination.
She wasn't going to betray Clark, no matter what.
Moira looked at her before smiling. "Good, you're very loyal to him. They need as many loyal friends as they can get."
Chloe remained silent, refusing to acknowledge this.
"Chloe, I know I have a lot of explanation but I don't have the time." Moira stood. "All I can say is that when I left it wasn't only for the good of our family, but of our race and world. I had to leave, I didn't have an option, not if I wanted a world for you to grow up in."
Those green eyes narrowed further, distrusting.
"I couldn't find Numbers One, Two or Three in time, and by the time I found out that Number Four was in Ohio he and Number Six had actually defeated the Mogadorians who'd been sent to kill him and they'd already left. But the fact that Six and Four are together has nullified the charm that protected them and made it so that they could only be killed in numerical order, which means that they're all free game now. Number Four doesn't need to die for your Number Five to."
Chloe's heart raced in terror, but she schooled her face to blankness. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I don't have time for mind games, Chloe, you need to listen to me, this is important!" Moira snapped, standing and beginning to pace the small room. "Numbers Four and Six are traveling with the son of Malcolm Spellman-who was helping me when-." She closed her eyes and ran her hand over her hair, continuing pacing back and forth. "What matters is that Numbers Four and Six are heading this way, looking for the rest of the Numbers, trying to find them before the Mogadorians. Together, fighting as one, they are strong. It's the only hope they have-the only one we all have."
Chloe really wanted to trust her mother-trust that this really was her mother-but she couldn't do either, so she remained with her poker face and silent lips.
"Dammit Chloe!" Moira ranted. "I need you to be serious now! I need you to listen to me, I don't have much time."
That caught the blonde's attention, eyes narrowing even further. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I can't be here when the Mogadorians arrive, and they will." Moira replied, agitated. "I have information they really want, and there's no way that I'm going to give it to them. I have to stay away, stay hidden, but I broke my promise to stay the hell away from you because I need you to understand."
"Understand what?" Chloe snapped, standing from the bed and glaring at the woman. "Let's say I believe your story, let's say I believe you're actually my mother and not some Mogadorian trying to pull on a non-existant maternal bond and try to get information from me!"
"Even if aliens and all this shit you're talking about is real, which I seriously doubt, then you would be the last person I'd trust." Chloe snapped.
If this was a Mogadorian she needed to convince them that she had no idea what was being said, and that even if she did, pretending to be the mother she'd always resented for leaving would not help their cause.
Moira sighed, sitting down. "I know...I know...I know you can't ever...I left because it was for the best."
"For who?" The blonde sneered. "You?"
"Earth's!" Moira snapped, slamming her hands palms-down on the comforter, before giving a little sniffle. "Chloe, I know I've been a shitty mother to you, I know that, but I need you to listen to me. I need you to trust me."
"I can't." The teenager whispered.
Moira looked as if she'd been slapped, gaze going to her shoes. "You're in danger, Chloe. Both you and Number Five. Mogadorians are on their way, and they might arrive before Six, Four, and Sam Spellman."
Chloe raised an eyebrow, trying to fight betraying the fact that the thought of Mogadorians in Smallville, when Clark so totally wasn't ready for them, scared the crap out of her. "Why would I be in danger? I'm not one of the Nine."
She then flinched, calling herself a millions names for admitting to the fact that she knew something about Lorien.
Moira didn't look triumphant though, if anything, she looked ill. "These are not the first beings from Lorien to come to earth, Chloe." She looked up at Chloe, pleading in her blue eyes. "They've come before, many times in the past, and they've interbred with humans. Some of their children were extremely powerful...the greek gods per example."
Chloe's eyes widened. "What are you saying?"
"No matter how diluted it might be, we have Lorien in us." Moira replied, standing tall, chin raised. "And sometimes, though its very rare, those of the bloodline will manifest certain...abilities. It's not something predictable...there can be two sisters and only one might...have her Lorien blood activate."
Chloe was beginning to feel sick. "What are you saying?"
"We've basically interbred the Lorien out of our bloodline, for all intents and purposes, DNA-wise and such, we are humans. We're completely human." Moira replied. "Except...some of us...few of us...still have enough Lorien to...control a Chimera, per se."
Chloe's gaze went to the creature in the corner of the room and shook her head. "Now I know you're lying."
"I'm out of here." Chloe turned and headed towards the door.
"Chloe stop it."
Chloe gasped as her body froze.
Chloe fought it, but her body agonized at her fighting the commands, and finally she was forced to turn around.
Moira looked at her, saddened. "I-I didn't want to do that-it's another reason why I left. It's-it's an addictive Legacy. When I use it too much-when I use it at all-some gifts are curses. Are evil." She sunk back down onto the bed, shoulders slumped. "I-I hurt you-when you were a child."
Chloe looked upon the woman in horror, beginning to wonder, for the first time, if this could actually be her mother and not an impostor.
"You got dirty and I was angry and I told you to scrub your hands until they shone." Moira's voice cracked as she looked away. "It was only when I realized you were gone longer than you should have that I went looking for you and found you. The sink was coated with blood." She closed her eyes. "You were still at the sink, scrubbing yours hands with a heavy duty Scotch-Brite scrubbing sponge. You'd scrubbed so hard and relentlessly that you'd scrubbed your hands raw."
Chloe brought her hand to her forehead as a headache throbbed in her head.
"I-I hurt you-and I left. I did leave also because I found out other things as well, and it wasn't safe for you to be with me, but know that I never wanted to hurt you." Moira wiped at a tear, unable to look Chloe in the eyes. "When I realized-I had to break my promise and come see you to warn you."
Chloe was silent, hugging herself. "I don't-I don't have powers. The Mogadorians won't bother with me."
"You don't understand, Chloe, the Nine, the Garde, they were the elite of Lorien." Moira stood once more. "They were sent here, the last pure of their kind...and they will breed...will keep the Lorien bloodline as strong as possible."
"I don't-I don't understand." Chloe frowned, confused, hugging herself.
"Pureblooded Loriens-they only love one person, can only love once." Moira replied. "Once they fall in love, it's for life."
Chloe's eyes widened. "What?"
This-this completely explained Clark with his seemingly unreasonable devotion with Lana!
"Most who have Lorien in their bloodline do not manifest, they don't have enough for a Legacy-and even in Lorien only the Garde-the elite-had Legacies." Moira replied, going towards Chloe and hesitating before placing her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "Four found his mate in Ohio, but had to leave her behind to keep her safe...and Five has found his here as well. Both girls have extremely faint blood ties to Loriens who came here very long ago."
"So you're saying that each of the Six are going to find a Mate, and that each Mate is going to have some sort of Lorien connection through blood?" Chloe whispered.
Moira nodded. "And I know that you are one of these Mates, Chloe. Legacy or not, you're going to be the reason to fight of one of the remaining Six." She let go of Chloe and took in a deep breath. "I've also been told that you play a part in the war to come, and when Number Five leaves, you must leave as well. You can't stay here in Smallville any longer."
"Leave?" Chloe whispered, horrified. "I could never leave dad! I'm not you!"
Moira flinched, looking away. "Whether you want to believe it or not, Chloe, you're more like me than you admit."
Chloe snarled. "Don't bet on it."
Moira looked up at her, sad yet determined. "I am, actually, betting on it."
It was Chloe's turn to flinch, confused and conflicted.
"I'll be here for two more days...I can't risk staying in one place for longer than that." Moira whispered. "But I'll be here for those days...if you need or want to talk."
Chloe turned and headed towards the stairs leading up to the rest of the house from what must be the basement bedroom.
She hesitated, turning back and looking at the woman. "A couple of months before you left, when my puppy got run over, what did you tell me?"
Moira looked up at Chloe in confusion. "You...you've never had a puppy. Not while I was living with you and Gabe at least."
This was her mother.
The blonde turned and fled up the stairs.