Title: Obstacles Of The Soul
Sequel to: Secrets of the Soul
Characters: Chloe Sullivan/Jeremy Gilbert, Elena Gilbert, Tyler Lockwood
Fandoms: Smallville/The Vampire Diaries
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Thanks to the fact that Chloe Sullivan and Jeremy Gilbert are the reincarnations of two doomed lovers she'd somehow ended up stuck with the bag of hormones and problems, but there are obstacles between them, namely themselves.
When Jeremy exited the bathroom, steam rising from his naked torso, jeans hanging low on lean hips and not completely zipped up, rubbing his wet hair with a towel...Chloe was forced to stop what she was doing and just look. Her lips parted, eyes widening as she was unable to look away from that single drop of water that cascaded down his taunt stomach muscles before being consumed by his jeans. She'd always known that Jeremy Gilbert was a handsome guy, but now that she was faced with just how appealing he was, she found her throat dry and found it hard to force herself to look away from the tempting picture he posed.
It was moments like this that she could easily believe she'd once been a man.
It was the only explanation for how she acted sometimes.
...and how she was sorely tempted to rape him.
Not that she believed he'd put up much of a fight...but that was besides the point.
Shaking her head, Chloe cleared her throat. "Elena just texted. She's outside with Bonnie and Caroline, they need to be somewhere stat, and so they need your ass out there right now."
Jeremy shrugged on his shirt before giving her a dirty look. "Why'd you have to call her anyway? You could have just given me a ride yourself. Now I have to ride with the Three PMSY Musketeers and hear Caroline bitching about whatever has her annoyed now."
"You know, you have some nerve complaining to me right now." Chloe replied, pushing off of the bed and going to look at herself in the mirror, keeping her eyes firmly off of him. "You break into Zach's place, high, and on top of that I can't sleep because you snore all night!"
"I don't snore." Jeremy grumbled.
"Oh, you do." She countered.
"You snore." He muttered.
"Yes, I do, but only when I'm mentally exhausted." She shot him a glare through the reflection of the mirror.
He wasn't paying attention, mimicking her words in annoyance.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe shook her head, reaching out and picking up her phone, answering it as it rung. "Who is this?"
She was always wary of phone numbers she didn't recognize.
"Gees, is that your bedside manners?" A male voice snorted.
Recognizing the voice and remember why she'd given him her number, Chloe rolled her eyes. "You calling to reschedule tonight, Lockwood?"
"Lockwood?" Jeremy suddenly froze, turning towards her. "Why is Tyler Lockwood calling you?"
Tyler Lockwood, Vicki Donovan's boyfriend and biggest player in Mystic Falls, chuckled. "Yeah, like I would cancel out on a date with the most mysterious girl in all of Mystic Falls."
"It's not a date." She reminded him, going to the closet and opening the door, gazing at her clothes.
"Date?" Jeremy hissed behind her. "Why would he think you two have a date?"
"Course it's a date." Tyler reasoned. "A girl, a guy, a restaurant, getting to know each other...that's a date."
"It isn't when the only reason said girl and guy are doing so is because of a school project." Chloe countered, reaching in and pulling out a strappy, short, yet casual jeans dress.
"Really? Then why aren't we doing this at one of our houses then?" Tyler's voice was suave velvet.
"Because this isn't my house and I don't feel comfortable bringing someone here." Chloe responded, walking passed a glaring Jeremy and placing the dress on the bed. "And there's no way I trust you enough to go to your house...where your room is."
"Don't think you could resist me?" Tyler flirted.
She snorted, going passed Jeremy once more to eye her shoe collection. "Oh please, I just don't want to have to put down Mayor Lockwood's son in his very own house. And I would put you down like a diseased dog if you tried to get me to enter said room."
There was a pause, and then an uneasy laugh. "You know, Alexander, you're kinda intimidating."
"Good." She replied, deciding for the boots as she closed the closet door now that her clothes were selected. "Mystic Grill at eight, right?"
"Right, that's why I was calling. I need to make that seven."
"Sure, no problem. Seven it is. See you there." And with that she ended the call, throwing the phone back on the bed before turning to face Jeremy, hands on her hips. "Why are you here still? Elena is going to start honking any second now."
"So, Tyler Lockwood, huh?" A muscle jumped in Jeremy's cheek. "You do realize he's dating Vicki, right?"
"The same Vicki you slept with last night?" She provoked, only because he was getting on her nerves.
Jeremy flinched. "I don't remember that."
"Look, Jere, I have things to do. So I'm kicking you out. Go." She motioned towards the door.
Jeremy opened his mouth, and then closed it and growled, grabbing his jacket as he stormed out of the room, slamming the bedroom door closed behind him.
The blonde sighed as she sat down on her bed and hugged her cushion to her chest, listening, waiting, hearing the front door slamming shut as Jeremy left the Salvatore Boarding House. "You spoiled brat."
A text arrived, and Chloe reached for her phone, flipping the lid open.
Thanx n sorry. Elena had texted.
Closing the lid, Chloe stood and dropped the phone on the bed once more before leaving the room.
Sending a gaze outside to make sure that Elena was gone, and Zach's car was still not there, the blonde took in a deep breath, trying to figure out where to look first.
She decided for Zach's bedroom, pulling on the plastic cleaning gloves she'd stuffed into the pockets of her shorts and slipping into the man's incredibly boring room. It had as much personality as Zach did, and everything was in place. Chloe made sure to remember exactly where everything was and the way they were arranged, as the way his room was betrayed the fact that Zach was somewhat of a perfectionist and one of those people who would know if something was just a little out of place. She couldn't let him know that she'd been in his room, so the blonde was meticulous and careful, nearly paranoid as she checked the room and all the conventional places one hid things. She knocked on walls and stomped on floors, checking for hidden places, trap doors, finding nothing.
Checking behind the frames on the walls, she searched for anything that might have been scotch-taped to the back of the frames, and then moved to the few potted plants.
After giving the room another look she made sure everything was as she found it and slipped back out. The young woman went back to the window and gazed out, making sure that Zach hadn't returned, smiling when she found no car in the driveway. He wasn't here, wouldn't be back until late night if his schedule could be trusted, and the blonde turned, going down towards the private study. As always, the doors were locked, but the blonde yanked up her shirt revealing the lock-picking tool case she'd stuck in the back of her shorts. Kneeling down she unrolled the case and after a good study of the lock she picked the Torsion wrench and the Hook pick. She worked them in the lock, smiling as the sound of the door unlocking echoed through the hallway.
Opening the door, Chloe entered the library for the first time since she'd moved to the Salvatore Boarding House. It was small yet felt bigger than it really was, and was almost like a step back in time. There were still the original yet well-kept furniture, and there were portraits of all of the Salvatores from before the Civil War era on the walls. Chloe went to one in particular, eyes wide as she stared at a large portrait of Stefan and Damon Salvatore, the originals...with their father. She ignored the old fart in the middle, eyes wide on the brothers.
Bringing a hand to her mouth, Chloe took a step back.
There, standing on each side of their father, were Lucas Luthor and Adam Knight.
"Oh my god." Chloe whispered, backing up until she'd hit the desk.
The blonde couldn't look away from that portrait.
Could this be a coincidence?
Both Lucas Dunleavy and Adam Knight had come to Smallville...both somehow involved with Luthors...and...and...Adam had been dead? Kinda? Hadn't he?
She was so shocked she couldn't think straight.
"I need-I need-focus Sullivan." Taking in deep breaths, trying to calm herself, Chloe forced down her own hysteria and view things calmly. The blonde looked away from the portrait and began her search of the private study, being as meticulous as she could be, feeling underside of the desk, looking behind every book, every portrait, checking the consistencies of each wall. She pulled up the rug and searched for trap doors, flipped through every book to make sure there weren't any hollows, and just when she was about to give up and finish she found something.
She'd nearly missed it, but something about the picture of a happy, loving family that looked very much like some advertisement picture, called to her. The blonde went to the bulky frame and eyed it, narrowing her gaze, more and more sure that this was a promotional shot of an idyllic family, probably promoting either the clothes or some other thing that was cut out of the picture. All Chloe knew was that people didn't frame these sorts of pictures.
Turning the frame over she opened it up, and there it was, an old photograph of a group of young adults who lived around the time of the Civil War, if their clothes were to be trusted.
Chloe recognized many faces in this photograph.
To one side, Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore were grinning brightly and mischievously, each with one arm around an amused Thaddeus Sullivan's neck. The three looked very much like the three mischievous musketeers, with Thaddeus as the more mature one. There were a couple of other males as well, but Chloe didn't know who they were...although one of the guys bore a slight resemblance to Tyler, so she guessed the guy was a Lockwood. Next to the men stood the women, and while Chloe really didn't recognize many of them, two stood out for her.
One, was of course, the beautiful Evelyn Gilbert.
But the other...the other was Elena.
She was the perfect resemblance of Elena Gilbert, except she had an evil glint in her eyes Chloe didn't like at all.
Turning the picture over, the blonde scanned the names behind them, ignoring the little notes written under each name, finally finding the girl's.
Eyes narrowed, Chloe turned the picture back around and eyed the woman, not sure why she felt so uneasy.
Shaking her head, Chloe turned the picture over once more, eyeing the inscriptions under each name, her eyes widening as suddenly everything fell into place.
Almost everyone in the picture were listed as 'deceased'...but under the names Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore, and Stefan Salvatore was written the word that explained it all.