Title: The Miracle Child
Series: 2nd in Chlonnor series
Pairing: some chlark, mentioned chlangelus, working its way to future chlonnor
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville nor Angel.
Summary:Connor's born and things in the Hyperion are chaotic. Not only is Angel in love with being a daddy, and Holtz still out there, but Chloe suddenly meets up with a friend who thought she died years ago in Smallville.
That next week had been full of surprises and chaos. Having a baby around was a new and awing experience, and it was a little annoying considering that Angel was nearly obsessed with his son. Chloe would have to tear the baby from his father’s arms and pass Connor to the others so that they could have some time with him.
That week they’d been attacked more than they had ever been attacked consecutively, as demons and humans alike wanted to get their grubby hands on Connor. Team Angel had had to be extra careful, putting up the Caritas Anti-Violence spell on the Hyperion, and never leaving the hotel alone.
The only reason why Chloe had gone out alone that fated day was because the men were all out on a case, Fred and Lorne were hitting the books trying to figure out a way to keep Connor safe permanently, and Cordelia was spending time with the baby in question. So when they’d discovered that they were out of baby formula and other things, Chloe had volunteered to walk to the supermarket and get what they needed.
On her way to the supermarket she’d been ambushed by operatives from Wolfram and Hart, and she’d nearly been taken. The blonde had fought the many armed men in the dark alley they’d pulled her into, but they were too many. She would have lost the fight if a red blur hadn’t slammed into the man about to tazer her, sending him flying into the wall hard enough to leave an indenture in the bricks.
In seconds the remaining men were all unconscious and injured, and then that red blur zoomed in on her and before Chloe could even scream out she suddenly found herself in a place she never would have thought she’d ever see again.
She was in the Kent’s barn in Smallville, Kansas.
And wearing a red jacket in front of her stood Clark Kent.
“Clark?” Chloe whispered, looking at the man who he’d become during the time that they’d been separated. Her eyes watered but she clenched her fist and tried to keep in control, keep strong.
“I thought you were dead.” Clark narrowed his eyes at her accusingly, mouth a grim, hard line as he took a menacing step towards her. “How could you do that to us? To your father? How could you make us mourn you when you’re all right? When you’re alive?”
“But, I’m not.” Chloe whispered, turning her back to him and hugging herself.
Damn Angelus! This was all his fault!
“What are you saying?” And now Clark sounded worried as he reached for her and turned her softly so that he was looking at her, his gaze going over her body as if he was examining her for injuries. “What happened Chloe? Why did you leave us? Why were Wolfram & Hart after you?”
Chloe’s eyes widened as she looked up into his baby blues. “You know about Wolfram & Hart?” And then she blinked. “Wait. How---how did you move so quickly? I saw you when you saved me from those guys.” Her eyes widened. “Oh Clark! You’re a meteor freak! Why didn’t you tell me before?” She shook her head. “So many things make sense now.”
He looked at her in surprise. “You could see me?” Something quickly passed through his baby blues. “Chloe? What happened when you disappeared?”
And Chloe told him. She sat down in Clark’s ‘Fortress of Solitude’ and warned him that is was hard to believe---even by Smallville standards---and proceeded to tell him about Angelus, about her siring and her life in Sunnydale before moving to L.A. and her life there with Angel and Team Angel.
“So you’re---a vampire?” Clark blinked, believing her and obviously shocked.
“No one really knows what I am.” Chloe sighed as they sat next to each other on the sofa. “I should be a vamp, but something went wrong during my siring. I kept my soul---something unheard of, and not only did I actually come back to life instead of becoming undead, but I don’t think I have any of the vampiric weaknesses.”
“And you live in Los Angeles with your sire---and his miracle child---working in a vampire-run detective agency and battling evil in either demonic form or the form of Wolfram & Hart---the evilest law firm known to man.” Clark suddenly grinned and shook his head. “And I thought my life was weird.”
Chloe chuckled softly. Clark did have a point. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Clark looked at her a little sadly at that, but then shook it off and began to surprise her as he told her everything she would have killed to know in high school. Her best friend was an alien, and a super powered one at that.
That really explained the whole ‘Clark Kent always to the rescue’ thingy that he had going for him.
And then he told her how he knew about Wolfram and Hart. Apparently during high school, after Chloe’d disappeared, Clark had gone rebellious and left Smallville, living in Metropolis. He confessed how he’d used his powers to rob banks and do other things that just didn’t sound like the Clark she knew---and he’d been approached by people from Wolfram and Hart who’d discovered his abilities and had tried to ‘acquire’ him as a worker for them.
He’d escaped them and soon after his father had found him and brought him back home, and he’d been staying under the radar ever since.
“So you put yourself back in their radar to help me.” Chloe whispered as she looked at the man who’d been her dearest friend. “Thank you.”
He smiled softly and reached over, placing his hand over hers. “I just couldn’t believe it when I heard your voice. I thought I was hallucinating when I followed it and saw you. And then when I finally broke out of my trance and realized you were in danger I just acted on instinct.”
“Well, that instinct of yours saved me from being captured, sliced, and diced.” Chloe admitted with a shiver. “Darla, my sire’s sire and Connor’s mother, spent some time as Wolfram and Hart’s guest, and she warned me that they wanted me to cut me open and see how in the world I could exist.”
Clark winced at that.
“What were you doing in L.A. anyway?”
The farmboy looked down at his hands. “I was there helping a friend of mine, his name is Oliver.” He cleared his throat and got up. “I should probably call him and let him know that I’m okay.”
“Does he know about your powers?” Chloe asked curiously.
Clark hesitated for a second before nodding, smiling, and reaching for where he’d left his cellular, ringing this Oliver person.
After talking to Oliver in a manner that Chloe couldn’t help but find in code---kinda like how Angel and her spoke when they were saying something important but didn’t want a civilian to understand---Clark got off the phone and they talked more, telling each other in detail how their lives had progressed.
Only when Chloe remembered that she should have been back at the Hyperion hours ago did she reach for her cellular and realize that somewhere during the fight and flight she’d lost it. The young woman winced, remembering how Angel got if she missed one phone call from him. If he’d gotten back home before her and found out that she’d gone out by herself and hadn’t returned---and then wasn’t answering her phone calls…
“Hey, uh, Clark. It’s been really great catching up with you but I need to ask you to take me back to L.A. My friends must be really worried about me.” Her smile was more of a wince as she realized just how much trouble she was probably in with her sire. She tentatively opened the channel between them and flinched when she felt the terror and fury coming from him.
Clark nodded, looking a little reluctant. “Ok.” Getting up he curled her arms around her, pulling her to him, before whispering in her ear. “Close your eyes.”
Holding onto him, Chloe did as told, feeling the rush of breeze before seconds later it’d stopped and she opened her eyes to see that they were outside of the Hyperion. Apparently he’d paid close attention to her directions when she’d told him about the old hotel she lived and worked in.
Blushing, Chloe pulled away from her childhood crush and looked down at her feet. “It was really great seeing you again, Clark.”
“I’ve missed you, Chloe.” Clark whispered, cupping her cheek and forcing her to look up into his eyes, the moonlight playing on his face and making him even more beautiful than Chloe had ever remembered him.
“I’ve missed you too.” Chloe whispered back.
Suddenly the front door of the Hyperion swung open and Chloe flinched away from Clark’s touch when she sensed her sire.
“Get away from her!”
The blonde turned and watched with wide eyes as her sword-carrying sire, weapons carrying friends, and a Connor carrying Cordelia hurried down the long driveway, all looking angry and terrified for her safety and about to kick Clark’s ass.
“Guys!” Chloe hurriedly stood in front of a perplexed Clark, shielding him with her body. She knew Angel, knew that with her he was attack first, ask questions later. “It’s okay! This is Clark Kent. An old childhood friend!”
The group stopped as they reached them, looking at Clark suspiciously.
Angel, though, looked at Clark with wide eyes. “Clark Kent?” He then turned to Chloe as the name registered in his mind, and just for a second Chloe saw a flash of Angelus in his eyes as they darkened. Angel quickly got control over the demon within him though and took a step back, although he still kept his sword drawn. “What’s he doing here and what happened to you? When we came back and couldn’t find you or get you on the cell I tracked your smell to an alley where you’d been in a fight and then your smell justvanished.”
Chloe froze, not knowing what to say and how to say it without revealing Clark’s secret.
“I rescued her.” Clark placed a hand on her shoulder. “At first I was shocked to see the best friend I thought was dead all this time alive, but when I realized that she was in trouble I stepped in and helped her. And then I find out that some frickin vampire sired her!”
“Why didn’t I smell you or her after the alley?” Angel asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously, not rising to the bait.
“I got her out of there fast.”
“That wouldn’t matter.” Angel was getting all protective again. “I have a good sense of smell.”
“Yeah, well I’m really fast.” Clark shrugged a shoulder.
“Guys, really.” Chloe tried to diffuse the bomb about to explode. “This is Clark, my best friend from childhood! You all can lower your weapons!”
“I don’t trust him.” Angel frowned.
Chloe glared at her sire.
“Angel’s right, Chloe.” Wesley announced from where he stood a little behind the vampire, holding a crossbow at them. “After all the crazy things that have been happening lately after Connor’s birth your long lost friend suddenly shows up during a surprise attack and saves you? Smells of a set up to me.”
“Wesley!” Chloe was horrified. “Clark did nothing wrong!”
“English has a point Chlo.” Gunn kept narrowed eyes on Clark. “I understand being torn between past loyalties and all of that, but I’m not going to let him use you like my old crew ended up doing me.”
“He’s not using me!” Chloe growled at Gunn.
“Is he bad or not?” Fred whispered the question to Cordelia.
Cordelia rocked a suddenly colicky Connor. “No idea. But hello salty goodness.” Seeing the looks she was getting for that, the brunette’s dark eyes widened. “What?”
Chloe rolled her eyes and sighed in annoyance
“It’s okay, Chlo.” Clark squeezed he shoulder comfortingly. “If I were in their shoes I’d be thinking the same things.”
Sighing, Chloe turned and looked up into his face. “I’m sorry for all of this. I’d invite you in for something to drink or to just continue talking, but something tells me it wouldn’t be the best idea.”
He grinned softly down at her. “I kinda got the same idea.”
And suddenly Chloe was smiling again, feeling butterflies in the pit of her stomach as they continued to look at each other in silence.
Connor belting out an ear-splitting scream broke the mood immediately, causing Chloe to stumble backwards and away from Clark. “I should probably go inside now.”
“Yeah.” Clark blushed slightly and nodded, pushing his hands into his jeans pocket. “I’ll see you again soon.”
“I love that.” Chloe smiled brightly.
Grinning, Clark just disappeared.
Chloe shook her head, smiling. He’d used his powers in front of her friends. He’d given his silent consent for her to tell them everything.
Thank you Clark.
Turning, the smile disappeared as she walked passed the others down the driveway to the Hyperion, racing up the stairs to her room and banging her door closed behind her.
She was pissed off that her friend had been treated that way, although deep inside she could understand why they’d done it.
But she was especially pissed with Angel---because she’d seen Angelus. For a second she’d been with her sire again, the sire who’d wanted to end the world because she’d whispered Clark’s name in her fevered, delusional sleep---the sire who would have done his best to kill Clark had he been in control of the body instead of Angel.
And what was worse?
For a split second she’d been excited to see Angelus again---despite everything! That was the real reason why she was so pissed off! Mostly, she was pissed with herself.
Her sire, her true sire, had been a monster, and yet for a second her heart had leapt when she’d seen him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe collapsed on her bed and pulled her pillow to him, ignoring the sound of Connor continuing to scream at the top of his lungs downstairs.
She remembered that time, at the beginning of Angel Investigations, when one of their richer clients had tied to get him to sire her and make her eternally young. The biggest problem in that idea was that she’d given Angel bliss, and had brought out Angelus.
If Chloe hadn’t arrived home from a Girl’s Night Out with Cordelia and come upon Angelus and the terrified, fleeing woman, the actress would have been killed instead of sired. Instead, Chloe’d gotten in Angelus’ way and screamed for the actress to make her escape and to call Cordelia and Doyle and let them know what was happening while Chloe tried to contain her sire.
That night would forever torture Chloe.
Angelus had been furious with her, calling her a traitor for siding with Angel, for learning to care and accept the horrid soul---for not doing all in her power to bring Angelus back. Chloe’d fought back, both physically and verbally, standing up to her sire unlike she’d ever had before.
Of course she’d gotten hurt for it. Angelus hadn’t liked the thought of her acting so Spike-like with him, and jealousy had made him more aggressive than he’d ever been. He was jealous of the fact that she was happy with Angel, he was jealous that she would have ever slept with Spike, and he was jealous of the relationship she had with Cordelia and Doyle.
And then, the aggression had died and he’d kissed her…and Chloe had cried as she’d kissed him back…right before Doyle shot Angelus in the back with a tranquilizer dart.
By the time the vampire had awoken the drugs had worn out of his system and he was Angel once more.
And Chloe hadn’t seen her true sire again until tonight, and with her reaction—yes, she was pissed.
But mostly with herself.
She didn’t want Angel anymore…but apparently she’d always want Angelus.
How sick is that?
Her bedroom door flew open and Fred, Lorne and Cordelia, holding a howling Connor, appeared. Fred had some bags of chips and chocolate and closed the door behind Cordelia as Lorne sat next to Chloe on the bed.
“Aw sweetiebuns, don’t look so glum.” Lorne sighed, tapping her knee with his hand reassuringly. “Next time your studmuffin comes to see you, you just get him to sing for me and that way we can either know for sure whether he’s good or if he’s bad. Either way you’ll get Angelcake off of your back.”
“Thanks.” Chloe smiled at the green, sweet, Pylean demon. “I know Clark is good, but if it’ll get Angel, Wesley and Gunn to back off I’ll get him to do it.”
“That’s the spirit.” Fred dumped the large bags of junkfood on the bed before throwing herself down next to Chloe. “I think it’s romantic that the first time since years that you’ve seen each other he saved you.”
Chloe smiled at the skinny brunette.
“Oh, take him!” Cordelia groaned as she passed a screaming, kicking Connor to Chloe. “He’s been like this ever since you stormed away and you know you’re the only one who can ever get him or his pig-headed father out of their temper tantrums!”
Holding Connor was always weird for Chloe for some reason, which was why she usually let the others baby him while she watched from the sidelines. Still, as she fixed him in her arms, rocking him, the screaming slowly died down until he’d wrapped his fingers around her shirt---something he liked to do---and fell asleep.
“Maybe it’s because she’s like part of the family.” Fred announced as she watched Chloe rocking the now sleeping baby. “Maybe she reminds him of his mom.”
“Nah, he knows the difference.” Cordelia snorted at that. “I personally think it has to do with the fact that Chloe fed his bitch of a mother while she was pregnant with him.” The brunette stared at her perfectly manicured fingernails. “You know how what mother’s eat go to the child as well? So Darla wasn’t the only one getting fed Chloe’s blood, Connor was as well. So that means he has a very vital piece of Chloe in him, and I think that links them and he can sense it. You never know, he might even have her blood running through his veins or something.”
Chloe blinked as she looked up at her friend. That was, uh, plausible.
“What? I’ve been giving it serious thought.” Cordelia grinned when she saw the surprised and impressed looks they were giving her. “Okay then, enough about me and my brilliant deductions. Let’s get this Girl and Demon Night In started!”
Chloe’d passed Connor back to Cordelia once she was sure the baby was deep in sleep, and enjoyed the little party they had in her room. She loved the nights that Fred, Cordelia and Lorne would hole themselves in her room, snack on chips, play games, sing and just have a great time talking about boys, demons, and everything in between.
By the time the others left, Chloe was dead tired and easily slipped off into dreamland. When she woke up the next morning her dreams had been vague, but she didremember something that left her intrigued.
She remembered possessive blue eyes.
She remembered the feel of soft lips against the pulse in her neck.
And she remembered a name.