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6th-Aug-2012 05:14 pm
See No Evil

Title: See No Evil
Sequel to: Hallowed Ground
Characters: Lois Lane, Dean Winchesters, Chloe Sullivan, Pete Ross, Adam Knight, Wade Mahaney, Jacob Goodnight, and more
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/See No Evil
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: A year has passed since Hope. Lois just wanted to keep an eye on her supposedly healing little cousin. Dean just wanted to check up on the two girls he hasn't been able to put out of his mind. No one really knows what Chloe's really after. But when they're trapped in the decayed Luthor Castle with a murderous lunatic things like that don't really matter

She was horribly lost.

Chloe fought sobs of frustration as she grabbed fistfuls of hair and bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. It seemed like a lifetime ago she'd escaped from the cage room and with each corner she took, every new corridor she tried, the blonde found herself more and more lost. There weren't even any windows around her to give her a basic idea of exactly where she was. She'd gone down stairs and then up stairs and after so many different directions and such she wasn't even sure on what floor she was on anymore. The blonde was tired, scared, and terribly lonely. Also, she was pissed. If she saw Scott again and he was alive she was going to kill him. Seriously. She'd kill him and enjoy it! How dare he go and leave her like this? Even if for some reason she was making up the whole murderer part any decent human being would escort a scared and half naked girl back to civilization!

The bottom of her feet were sore and she wanted to just sit down and rest them for a while, but she knew that if she wanted to get out of there alive and see Lois, Pete and Dean again she had to continue on. Also, she needed to find the damned book for Azazel. A part of her wanted to scream for him but she knew that he wasn't able to teleport into the house unless it was her bedroom, and also she didn't like the thought of crying to a demon for help. No. She needed to find the damned book and get it out of the house, and do the same with herself and the others.

A scream and begs echoed throughout the corridor.

Chloe froze, eyes wide in horror as the sound of heavy footsteps and screaming seemed to be getting closer and closer.

She took off running in the opposite direction as fast as her feet would take her, trying each and every door she came across and yet they were all locked and breaking them open would make too much noise, would give away her presence. So she just continued running, biting down on her bottom lip to quiet her cry when she bucked her toe hard against something on the floor, didn't allow her body to crumble to the ground in agony like it wanted to. She pushed on, cursing the fact that this new stretch of corridor had no doors. It was just walls on each side, with a turn in the far end. If she didn't make it to that corner before Goodnight turned this one he'd see her and she'd be done with.

She could hear the screaming getting closer and closer, a part of her recognizing the sound of the male's voice and yet another part of her not wanting to stop and analyze who exactly had been caught. She pushed on forwards, her chest and heart and whole body seeming on fire as she pushed herself passed exertion, finally making it around the corner and sending a look over her shoulder in time to see Goodnight beginning to turn his corner.

Pressing her back hard against the wall, Chloe breathed erratically, trying to force the nausea back as she peered slightly around the corner. There was Goodnight storming his way down the far side of the corridor, dragging a chain behind him, which was somehow connected to…Sean. Sean…there was a meathook in Sean's shoulder!

She pressed a hand to her mouth to silence her gasp.

"PLEASE!" Sean screamed, holding onto the chains as he was dragged on the ground, obviously trying to lessen the tug on his flesh from the hook. "Please!"

Goodnight grunted and gave the chains an extra vicious tug, causing Sean to scream in agony.

Chloe closed her eyes as pressed harder against the corridor's wall, knowing that she was going to get caught. The corridor in front of her was long, straight, with no place to hide. There was no way she could run or hide. She was going to get caught again…and she was going to have her eyes gouged out.

Pressing harder into the wall, Chloe felt something behind her give way and before she could even scream she phased through the wall and fell onto the other side onto a warm body. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand came over her lips, muting her cry, the other wrapping around her body tightly to stop her struggles.

"Stay quiet!" A voice hissed in her ear.

She went still, eyes widened in surprised as suddenly she realized who had her. "Wade?" She whispered against his hand, which of course meant he couldn't understand what she'd said.

"Shhhhh." He whispered in her ear nonetheless, laying on his back on the floor with his arms wrapped around her, the blonde laying on her back on top of him, cradled between his thighs.

Chloe relaxed as best as she could, hearing Sean's screams as they slowly began to get further and further away.

A part of her was guilty as hell that she hadn't even tried to help him.

Another part of her thanked any deity listening that she hadn't had to.

Only once Sean's screams weren't heard anymore did Wade remove his hands from her mouth and body, granting her freedom.

Throwing herself off of him and to the side, Chloe knelt on the floor as she gazed up at the blue eyed, dark haired man. "How-?"

"I wrapped my body around you and it was able to destabilize you enough to go through…but I don't think I have enough juice to do that again." He muttered, gazing at the very faded tattoos on his arms. "They're fading a lot faster than normal."

"It might be the meteor rocks in the walls." Chloe replied softly, moving on her knees closer to Wade and hesitating only a second before reaching out and placing her hand on his arm, surveying the hard to see tattoos. "They could be somehow sucking the meteor ink out of your body."

"Great." He snorted, sitting with his arms resting on his knees. "So, you wanna let me in on exactly who that was and what he's doing driving fucking meathooks into people?"

"Why do you automatically assume that I would know who that was?" Off of Wade's look she made a face. "Jacob Goodnight. Murderous psychopath. Supposed to be dead."

"Did you know he was here?" There was slight accusation there.

Her glare was vicious. "My cousin is here."

He eyed her before nodding. "Sorry."

She sighed, not blaming him, not after California. "It's okay."

"Shit like this only happens in Smallville." Wade grumbled, very much annoyed at this moment. "I should have fucking moved to Star City. Even Gotham is looking better in comparison."

"California." Chloe mumbled, giving him a look.

"Yeah well," Wade frowned, shrugging. "Guess there's no where sacred anymore then."

"And no topic sacred either. You lied and told Scott and Derek that we slept together." She knew this wasn't the moment to be bringing this up, but it just came out.

Wade snorted in dark amusement. "You haven't even thanked me for saving your butt, and yet you have the balls to scold me."

That was…true.

The blonde took in a deep sigh. "Thank you."

He raised an eyebrow and tapped his lips.

The teenager folded her arms over her chest. "I'm not kissing you."

"It's the least you owe me after putting me through that shit in California." Wade raised an eyebrow. "And I just saved your life…again."

"You keep wanting some sort of reward for doing the right thing. Dean's saved my life and he hasn't asked for a kiss in return." Chloe declared, although she felt a little tempted. "Heroes don't expect something in exchange for their good deeds."

"Yes, well, I'm a villain, not a hero." Wade leaned back on his elbows. "Haven't you figured that out yet?"

Her lips twitched reluctantly at that as she shook her head. "There's a murderer on a rampage…we really need to find the others and get everyone out here safely."

Wade tapped his cheek.

"Are you seriously…?" Groaning, Chloe rolled her eyes before coming closer on her knees and leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

At the last second Wade turned and their lips touched as his arms went around her, securing her in position as he kissed her. Chloe found herself being pulled closer, nearly stradling him, as she opened her mouth to the kiss, reaching out to sink her hands into his short black hair. Flashes of California flashed behind her closed eyes but she ignored them, intent on the moment's reprieve from fear and pain as she just gave into temptation once more. She seemed to be doing that a lot since Hope, huh? There were five different set of lips that could attest to that.

Finally Wade pulled away and was somehow on his feet, pulling her up along with him, his gaze lowering to the scars visible on her chest.

Blushing and in a horribly embarrassed mood, Chloe lifted her camisole yet knew it wouldn't cover the scars…only now realizing she was very much in her underwear. "Do you know the way out?"

"Derek, Scott and I got separated and more than a little lost…if I hadn't heard screaming and peeked out I wouldn't have even seen you there…I have no idea where we are…and my juice is about to run out so there's maybe only one more phase in me before I risk getting caught in the walls." He shook his head. "This was supposed to be our big job. Damn meteor walls!"

"And murdering psychopath." Chloe reminded.

"Yeah…that too." Wade mumbled before beginning to walk down on direction.

Grateful she wasn't alone anymore, the blonde silently followed, hugging herself and wondering how Lois, Dean and Pete were.


"Do you think he's still alive?" Lois whispered as they made their way silently down the dark corridor. "Sean…do you think he's dead?" She ran her fingers through her loose hair, trying to reign in hysteria and keep her voice as calm as she could in these circumstances. "Why was he in the house again? Why was there blood already on him? Where are the others?"

"I don't think they made it off of the property." Pete gulped, tightening his hold on the flashlight as he shone the light on every shadow, obviously very nervous. "I think this guy got to them and got the others." He took in a ragged breath. "I think we're the only ones left."

"He dragged Sean away with a meathook imbedded in him." Lois' voice wavered in horror as she tightened her grip on the container of salt. "Is that how he took Chloe?"

"I doubt it." Dean was calm, composed, as he led the group, holding the EMF reader in front of him, none of the lights on. "The only blood at the scene was where her head was obviously bashed against the wall. If he'd put a meathook in her there would have been a lot more of it everywhere."

"The guy obviously is gentler on the girls." Pete mumbled as he hurried to catch up with them after having paused to stare at some dead rats. "I mean, he took Chloe and Jenna pretty stealthily, we still can't find any evidence of how he took Jenna. But Sean and Phelan? That was brutal man. Phelan was especially an overkill."

"Phelan put a bullet through his head, it was obviously personal." Dean muttered, eyes narrowed.

"What I don't get is that if he's a ghost-shouldn't this be it?" Pete wanted to know from the back. "I mean, he got his revenge, shouldn't he now be at peace or something?"

"It's not always that black and white." The ghost/monster hunter replied in front. "Phelan being here could be just a coincidence."

"But what exactly is the ghost of Jacob Goodnight doing here?" Lois nearly snapped, barely holding onto her self-control, imagining Chloe screaming as she was dragged across the hard floor, a meathook deep within her shoulder. "Phelan is the only connection we can find. It makes no sense that this ghost is here!"

"Unless he was summoned by someone who holds his anchor." Dean's expression was as dark as the corridor as they took a left. "We have to consider the option that the ghost is working along with someone else. Someone human."

"One of us?" Lois squeaked, unable to believe that. "No one in our group would be morally capable of-."

"Beels could have used the ghost to distract Phelan and thus keep anyone from finding out about him and the guys stealing from the house." Dean offered up a plausible solution.

"Scott…" she made a face at the thought of the guy. "Wade's cocky enough, and Derek's smart enough to find out what needs to be done."

"Um, guys? What about Jenna?" Pete wanted to know curiously. "There's been no signs of struggle in her disappearance-and everyone has seen how stormy her relationship with Sean is. Maybe she decided she'd had enough and wanted to teach him some sort of lesson?"

The three fell into silence as they continued to walk.

"I'm locking Chloe in her room after this." Lois whispered.

Pete snorted. "I'd like to see you try."

She sent him a glare.

"What?" He shone his light on her. "You don't honestly think you've got any sort of control over her, do you? Chloe's always been unbreakable and a spit-fire, free and independent, it's why her dad stopped trying to be her master. She loves you, she trusts you, but she's not going to follow your rules. You're not her mother."

"Considering Aunt Moira's a psychotic bitch, I consider that a good thing." Lois snapped.

"You don't get it!" Pete threw his hands up in the air. "You're smothering her!"

Lois drew back as if she'd been smacked.

"You're not doing her any good by how you're acting, you only make her remember how fucked up she is." His voice broke with emotion before he cleared it. "That's one of the reasons why she wanted to do this. Sure, she gets a story out of this trip, but she was planning on having Adam come along hoping that being locked up together with him would jumpstart something between you two. And then Ghost Hunter Dude here shows up and she spends the whole night at my place helping me paint telling me about how you guys had an obvious attraction and maybe instead she should try and get you with him because she bet that you'd be attracted to him because he's basically "perfect"."

Dean gave a little choking sound in front.

Lois felt herself growing red in embarrassment.

"She's trying to get over it, but she sees how you aren't, and she won't be able to put it passed her until you start acting normal." Pete scratched the back of his head with his flashlight. "Why do you think I agreed to this slave-labor lock-up? She's trying to act normal, and I'm trying to support her efforts by pretending I don't realize she's far from okay."

"I'm just trying my best to help her."

Shame crossed Pete's features. "I know." He lowered his head. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, none of this is really your fault and I had no right to say it was. You've gone out of your way for her, and that's why she loves you and is so worried about you."

Lois gave a bitter laugh, telling herself not to cry. "Worried about me."

"Yeah, she is." Pete pressed.

"She kinda is." Dean cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with this feeling-full moment. "She made some comments to me last night…she just really wants you to be happy. She doesn't think you are."

Unable to handle this, Lois turned and leaned against the wall, covering her face with her hands as she slid to the ground. "I don't know what I'm doing." Her voice betrayed her fears and battles, her sadness. "I pretend I do, pretend everything's right, pretend I'm happy and confident…I should have realized she'd see through that." She pressed her hand harder against her face. "Out of the two of us I don't have the best poker face."

Someone sighed and knelt down next to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "You're still a teenager Lois, you're doing great all things considering."

Lois pulled her hands from her face and stared into Pete's eyes, surprised to realize how old his eyes seemed right now. "Thanks."

Dean seemed all sorts of uncomfortable as he shifted his weight on his feet. "We should keep moving."

"Right." Pete nodded, holding his hand out to Lois silently.

She perceived the motion for what it was and nodded to him with a watery smile as she accepted it and his help to her feet.

Now wasn't the time to digest everything.

Right now they needed to find Chloe and then get the hell out of there.


"Do you hear that?" Wade hissed, raising his hand for her to stop behind him, his eyes narrowed in front of him.

Chloe stopped, hugging herself against the chill of the dark, damp halls, tilting her head towards where he was listening. "No. What do you hear?"

"I'm not sure. Stay close." He moved forward, gazing around him seeming to be looking for something before cursing and raising his gaze, alert on whatever it was he was hearing.

And then Chloe heard it too. It was faint, almost inaudible, and yet…there it was again.

Wade paused at the turn of a corner, pressing hard against the wall, discreetly gazing around before he went tense. "You've got to be fucking me!" He took off running. "The hell man!"

Realizing that it couldn't be Goodnight on the other side, Chloe quickly took the corner before skidding to a halt, her eyes wide in shock. "Whoa."

She'd wished for it…and yet never had expected to actually see it happen.

"You've got to help me man!" Scott Bowman groaned, completely phased and stuck in the wall, only a bit of his face visible, enough for him to breathe. "My mojo's gone and I can't get out!"

The blonde leaned against the wall, wondering what it said about her that the part of her who'd hated him for leaving her alone was getting vicious glee from this.

"You should have known better than to continue phasing through the walls!" Wade snapped, pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his hair in utter agitation. "You should have felt the tats wearing off and be smart enough to stop!"

"I'm stuck in a fucking wall dude!" Scott cried out in fury. "I don't need a fucking sermon!" His gaze slid to her, the fury deepening. "What are you sneering at bitch?"

"Leave her out of this." Wade growled.

"Jesus, stop being so pussy-whipped by that little cunt!" Scott snapped, gaze returning to his leader.

"You want me to leave you in this fucking wall?" Wade snarled, slamming his open palm on the wall right next to Scott's face.

The fury melted quickly into horror. "Dude! You wouldn't!"

"I don't know Scott," Wade glared down menacingly at the little amount of face visible. "I'm wondering if I shouldn't just leave you in there for being stupid enough to get yourself in this sort of shit."

"Wade…you can't just-!" Scott begged, finally reminded that he was the omega of his group.

Staring at the other man hard, Wade growled before turning to Chloe. "Find something to use against this wall. We're going to chip the idiot out piece by piece."

They were wasting a lot of valuable time doing this, but Wade had saved her, and what would it say about her if the criminal was more inclined to help someone else than she was? So, if only to prove something to herself, and to be able to sneer at Scott for ages to come should they escape here alive, Chloe began her search for something to use to get Scott Bowman out of the wall.

7th-Aug-2012 12:40 am (UTC)
God I miss Pete!!, and sigh I don't know what it is about your writing bit you just make me love Chloe's interaction with anyone also finally we're getting little pieces of info about Chloe's trip-Chlolo1213 cause I'm being to lazy to login
7th-Aug-2012 01:47 am (UTC)
Yeah, I thought it was high time Pete got some screen time and loving as well...since usually Clark will make appearances in my stories more than Pete.
Awww! Thanks! I try <3
7th-Aug-2012 02:27 pm (UTC)
Yaaay an update! I've been a total creeper just lurking on LJ waiting for the next chapter, so this made my day. I agree - I love the Pete spotlight. And funnily enough I liked the Wade/Chloe interaction! IMO "villains" can still care about people and do good deeds too (Lex, anyone?), and I like the idea of Chloe having someone in her corner who knows what the frack has been going on in her life, since no-one else seems to! When are we going to find out what happened with her and Wade in California? And will Dean find out about it as well? And will him and Lois find out about how Wade and Chloe really know each other? I know Dean/Chloe have a large age difference at the moment, but I still haven't given up on their pairing further down the track. Lol I'm a sucker for Chlean - what can I say! Anyway thanks for updating :D
23rd-Aug-2012 10:07 pm (UTC)
Apparently I'm having trouble getting alerts since I didn't get the alert for this comment or the ones beneath it :(

Pete ---> LOVE he was always very underrated in the series and then got written out just when he was starting to shine.

And yes! Wade is very much the villain type that isn't EVIL and Chloe DOES need someone in her corner, especially now.

We shall see....
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23rd-Aug-2012 10:08 pm (UTC)
Sorry, didn't get the alert for this comment.
Pete is too underrated and underused, so I wanted him in this fic for that reason!
23rd-Aug-2012 09:37 pm (UTC)
i just guessing right now, but i think wade is not getting out of there alive, which will be really sad, because he is growing on me....
and 'haha' scott got stuck...:D
23rd-Aug-2012 10:08 pm (UTC)
Served him right! lol
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