Title: LIttle Red & The Big Bad Number
Sequel to: Number Nine
Universe: Numbers Series
Characters: Chloe/Lucas, Lois, Lucy
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Like the old fairy tale the four each had a character, a part to play...and Granny, Woodsman, Wolf and Red played their parts to perfection, whether they realized it or not.Remember to not be afraid to use my name to intimidate anyone who won't leave you alone
... the text message read.
Smirking, Chloe didn't even bother texting back, shaking her head as she slid her phone into her apron's pocket and going about tending to the most recent orders. The self-appointed "Big Bad Wolf" really seemed more like an overprotective family husky to her, but there were moments when he'd react in a way that would remind her he was far from tame. She wondered if Red Riding Hood found herself forgetting this too, that the wolf hounding her shadow wasn't a tame canine from the village. It was a predator that she should be afraid of...but instead seemed to captivate her against her better judgment.
A small piece of Chloe was beginning to wonder if Lucas was her Number. She knew that she'd brushed it off as impossible when Lois had suggested it before, but day by day she began to wonder it a bit more. She'd never felt this way for someone else before, this...this primal awareness...and whenever she remembered that his crest was now lying on her chest as well she couldn't help but blush and smile with happiness. Not only had he gone to all the trouble to find where her beloved treasure had ended up, but he'd given her his crest. Numbers gave their mates their crests...
...but then again, he'd said he'd only done it because of her connection to the crests.
Chloe worried her bottom lip, leaning against the wall and holding the empty tray to her heart, unable to deny the disappointment that stabbed through her.
What if Lucas wasn't her Number?
What if she just wanted him to be?
She didn't think she could go through that whole 'liking someone meant for someone else' again like she had with Clark. Despite his connection with Lana there'd been an attraction with Chloe, there'd been the few kisses and other instances she hadn't really shared with anyone else...so the fact that Lucas was obviously sexually attracted to her really meant nothing in the larger scale of things. And that was surprisingly enough terribly depressing.
Bringing her hand to her pendants, she clutched them together as she usually did whenever seeking comfort, but suddenly, when the two crests touched an electric jolt shocked her, causing her to let go of them with a hiss. For a split second she thought she'd seen something, and the blonde gazed down at the crests, gulping. She reached for them once more, and again when they touched an electric shock jolted through her body, but this time she kept her fist clenched tightly around them despite the pain.
Behind her eyes she could sense something, see something.
Narrowing her eyes she tried gazing in the distance, not focusing on anything, trying to clear up the fuzzy image teasing her the corners of her vision.
Just when she could begin to feel her sight slowly fading to the Sight, someone called out for her, jolting her out of it, and then the picture-whatever it had been-was completely gone like a waking dream.
Sighing, reminding herself that she couldn't allow herself to be annoyed with a customer, Chloe put on a fake smile and went towards the customer, taking his order.
She wasn't used to the night crowd here, they weren't her daily regulars, and she felt a little uncomfortable since these men were drunker and didn't think giving her a little grope here and there was a bad thing. Also, the ladies didn't seem to control their hands much either. So all in all she figured she was going to be bruised tomorrow, Lucas would somehow see the bruises, and then would do something underhanded to close Roger's bar forever.
Something like arson.
It should bother her how that just made her feel flattered and not disturbed.
She realized how much she was changing, had changed, since she'd lived in Smallville with Clark. She wasn't that same girl anymore. She'd lost both parents, all semblance of a normal life, and some of her emotions. The girl she'd once been would have broken by now. And yet somehow Chloe found herself moving forwards, trying not to think of her father, or of Mister Kent, or of Clark. She helped the girls trying to find the lair sometimes, but most of the times found herself cleaning after her roommates and cooking for them. All in all she was probably what one would call the Den Mother, and she had three very unruly, untidy cubs.
And when she wasn't cleaning or cooking or working, she was on the computers, trying to crack Lucas' Cepan's many different passwords and encrypted files...tried finding an answer or solution to at least one of her many questions.
Another text message arrived.
She reached for her phone from her apron's pocket and flipped the lid open, smiling softly at the message.Stop it dammit. I might not be a telepath, but I KNOW you're over-thinking things again. Whenever you do that I get a headache no matter WHERE I am. I'm trying to cheat here, so give it a rest will you?
It was little instances like this that made Chloe wonder if it wasn't wishful thinking on her part...if Lucas really could be her Number.
But then again Lucas always complained to her about everything and blamed any distraction or such on her...so half of the time he coincidentally got something right...and the other half he was completely off.
Another text came in.Why aren't you answering? You know its rude, right? - eyebrow raised -
She laughed, shaking her head, wondering if she should text him back or let him stew a little longer. The blonde dodged a grope aimed towards her ass, and smirked as she continued on her way. While she usually wouldn't allow a grope anyway of she could avoid it, Chloe knew that the man whom Lucas found touching her would die a very painful death, only to be found mutilated in some river or trash can or something months later. That should upset and worry her, but in a place like Edge City it was good to have the Big Bad Wolf on her side.
She felt a little like Red Riding Hood, walking happily through the dangerous woods knowing she was safe from all the other creatures because the fiercest of them all was always trailing her, protecting her. She wondered, if like her, Red had started seeing the Wolf as a protector instead of a wild animal, had come to see him as her protector, hers. If it gave her that thrill to know every time she was able to get closer and closer to it, that he was allowing her closer than he did anyone else. Like a wild animal he didn't like to be touched, didn't like his personal space invaded, and would lash out violently if it was...and yet slowly he was allowing her in, and that made her special. Made her a little reckless.
Made her a little breathless.
Clearing her throat, Chloe fanned herself, slapping at another outreaching hand with her notepad, ignoring the hiss of pain from the drunken pervert.
Ignoring him, she turned and went to the bar, showing the bartender the orders, and turning down to pull out her phone once more when it vibrated.Okay, that's it. You're not answering. I've cashed out and coming there immediately. You better be in mortal danger. I was on a winning streak.
She blinked, before a smile touched her lips.
While she hadn't meant for him to leave the card game the fact that he was willing to do so because he thought she might be in danger was heartwarming...not that she'd ever tell him because he'd give her a disgusted look.
She clutched her pendants, a blush touching her cheeks now that Nine's Crest joined Five's (this time nothing odd happened like last time).
The three most important men now in her life were represented on her chain somehow, and it warmed her.
As did the fact that Lucas would have gone with her to try and see Mister Kent.
It hurt her heart to know that Mister Kent was in prison, hurt her like hell to know that she couldn't do anything to help, but the fact that Lucas would have gone with her despite the fact that he was sure it was a trap and could mean his death...that had really shaken Chloe. She couldn't believe Lucas-the selfish brat that he was-would have done that for her. He would have put himself in danger to help her, to put her mind at peace...and she knew that if he could...he would have helped Mister Kent escape if it meant she wasn't depressed.
That awed her, and filled her with this emotion that she both loved and feared.
Clark's love for Lana had hurt...but Lucas...Lucas was slowly gaining the power to destroy her.
Just like the Wolf in the story, he could end up consuming her whole and leaving nothing left.
It scared her so much sometimes, because she didn't have the assurance that Lucas was her Number...there was another male Number out there. So far she'd met two male Numbers and had developed an attraction and feelings for both...and so she really didn't trust said feelings. It might be her connection to the Crests...which were in essence a part of each Number...that made things that way. And if Lucas ended up not being her Number...
Chloe cleared her throat and looked away.
She really wished she had Clark here to talk to.
The blonde had so much she needed to say, so much confusion, and yet she couldn't talk with anyone here. Lucas was the source of the confusion, Lucy quite disliked Lucas and would probably bitch Chloe out if she admitted to her feelings...and Lois...well, the blonde had a suspicion that Lois might like Lucas too...and that was an issue in itself.
Lucas and Lois were getting closer, anyone could see that.
It made Chloe a little uneasy, a little jealous, but she knew that they both needed friends, and that their relationship was doing both good. Who was she to try and get in the middle of that? And what if Lucas wasn't her Number? She'd have no right to try and get in the middle of things! Lois deserved someone, and Lucas could easily become that Leader of Armies guy she'd admitted to always having fantasized about.
Chloe was not going to mess with something that could be beautiful and beneficial for those two.
No matter how much she wanted to.
The blonde growled, running a hand over her head, wondering if Red had ever been jealous of granny for getting to live in the woods like the wolf, while Red herself had to be stuck in the village and only able to see the Wolf whenever her parents would allow her to visit the old woman deep within the forest.
"He's so cute." One of the women at the bar whispered, gazing through the plate glass front towards the parking lot.
"Yeah, but he only has eyes for the waitress, what a shame." Her friend mumbled.
Realizing she was the only waitress, Chloe smirked. Lucas was insanely fast sometimes. Or maybe the game had been close by.
She turned to look out of the front, trying to find him and his motorcycle amidst the shadows of the parking lot, when suddenly she froze, dropping the notepad. The blonde met eyes with the male outside, unable to breathe, head swirling, and then she was racing forwards and out of the bar, ignoring Roger calling her name. The teen raced towards the young man standing in the middle of the parking lot, and then threw herself at him with a cry, arms curled around his neck.
His arms tightened around her, holding her to him, as he hid his face in her neck. "I was so worried.
She gave a choked laugh, pulling back to pepper his face with relieved, tear-filled kisses. "You're here...you're really here.
Clark Kent choked on his laughter and nodded, pressing a long kiss to her forehead. "I'm here."
Breaking down crying, Chloe tightened her arms around him.
He just stood there, holding her tightly.
Neither noticed Mrs. Kent smiling tearfully at them from the side of a beat up old pickup truck, the customers watching and chuckling to themselves, or a motorcycle in the shadows, the driver unmoving as he watched on, eyes narrowed on them.
The true Woodsman had arrived in the fairy tale.
The Wolf snarled as he watched from the shadows.
Little Red, oblivious to the trouble that lay ahead of her, held onto the Woodsman tightly, and smiled through her tears.