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Chloe's Supernatural - Season One 13/? 
8th-Nov-2008 01:08 pm

Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Season: 1
Rating: T-M
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary: When Chloe helps Pete and his children move into their new home in Lawrence, Kansas, she never expected it to be haunted, or to meet the Winchester brothers...OR the adventure that they'd embark on together afterwards

They hadn't been ready for the call.

The day had been spent with the boys going to examine General Lane's body in the morgue and get the opinion of the mortician's assistant ("It was like his eyes popped out or exploded or just melted or something") while the girls had hit the Metropolis Library to see if they could go through the archives and find out if Bloody Mary had originated there and what her real name was.

Luck hadn't been on their side, as the computers in Archives had all been out, but the girls had tried not to complain much and gotten down to work. Chloe immersed herself in the many volumes of hardcopies in the archive, but she kept on getting distracted by Lois, who kept looking at her cellular every couple of minutes with unease.

“Okay, that’s it.” The blonde cousin announced as she stopped trying to pay attention to what she was reading. “What is it?”

Lois looked up from the screen of her cellular, eyes wide and confused. “Huh?”

“You.” Chloe pointed out helpfully. “Are you expecting some important call or something? You keep looking at that phone--.”

“Oh.” Lois interrupted, sighing and resting the cellular on the surface of the table. “I’m just--worried.”

“Why?” Chloe asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Before we separated and came here I got a phone call from Malcolm.” Lois admitted, cracking her knuckles in a childhood nervous gesture. “I kinda let him know what I thought happened to the General, and Malcolm laughed.” She closed her eyes, seeming so tired. “And then he said he was in front of his mirror at home and he said it.”

“Said it?” Chloe blinked, confused.

“He said her name—three times.” Lois whispered, keeping her eyes closed. “He said that he wanted to show me that I was just half-crazed with grief and trying to find a ‘culprit to lay my anger on’ when there wasn’t any. He said it was time I grew up and he was going to help me to do it.”

Chloe stewed silently in her seat. Her cousin’s boyfriend was a real dick! Lois was going through a traumatic time right now and she needed someone who was a support—not someone who made her feel like a paranoid freak! Especially when Lois was most probably right in her suspicions!

“My only reassurance is that Lucy was the one who said her name and she didn’t get hurt.” Lois admitted before shaking her hands and running her hands over her face and through her hair. “Okay, enough moping, Lois Lane, you are tougher than this. You can do this.” Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and smiled sadly at Chloe. “So, changing the subject very unsubtly--what’s up with you and the hunks?”

“Huh?” Chloe asked, tilting her head to the side as she contemplated her pretty cousin. “What about us?”

“How far has this relationship gotten?” Lois Lane wanted to know, a lecherous expression tilting her lips at the corner. “Is it still at the desperate wanting stage or has it exploded into hot three-way action?”

Chloe choked on her saliva.

Lois smiled knowingly. “I see, you’re still at the desperate wanting stage.” She reached over and tapped Chloe’s back reassuringly. “Don’t worry Cuz, Dean nor Sam look like people to wait too long for something they want—especially Dean.”

The blonde’s eyes were wide and somehow she was still choking, as she looked at her cousin in horror, cheeks flushing red. “What the hell are you talking about?” She tore her green gaze from her cousin’s smirking face and looked back down at the book in front of her. “There is nothing going on between Dean and me—Sam and me--anddefinitely nothing going on between Dean, Sam and I!”

“You know,” Lois sounded damned amused. “Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow as she turned to look at her cousin again. “Preschool much?”

“If it gets the point across.”

Chloe ignored that and looked at her watch. “I wonder what’s taking the boys so long. It’s actually kinda late.”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” The brunette reassured her cousin.

“Yeah,” Chloe nodded in agreement. “They probably decided to try and stay away as long as they could after they called and I told them the computers were out. The bastards.”

Lois and Chloe smiled at each other at that.

“You know, I don’t know how you do this every day.” Lois sighed, looking back at her book. “We’re looking I don’t know how many years back for a Mary who died in front of a mirror?”

“Well, there are millions of legends about Bloody Mary.” Chloe explained mechanically as she returned to reading the large volume in front of her, yawning slightly. “In some she was murdered, in others she committed suicide--but all of the legends have a few facts that coincide--like the fact that she died in front of a mirror and her name was Mary, also that her spirit comes back and takes the eyes out of the victims who say her name three times in a mirror.”

“Yeah. I got that part.” Lois shook her head, reemerging herself into her volume as well. “What I’m saying is that I don’t get how you do this every day.” She paused for a second. “It’s got to be tiring—all of this research.”

“I’m used to it.” Chloe grinned sheepishly. “Ever since I was young and hunting up a story I’ve researched--sometimes I think that my obsession with becoming a reporter and researching things was because I was somehow being prepared to become a hunter one day.”

Lois looked up from her book. “You mean you don’t miss the Planet at all?”

Chloe smiled whimsically. “Of course I do, and sometimes I miss working there full-time, but Perry lets me freelance whenever I have a story for them between hunts, so it’s not like I left everything behind completely.”

Lois smiled as she saw the look on her cousin’s face. “You’re happy.”

The blonde nodded. “Yeah, insane huh? I have something evil supposedly after me, I’m far from everything I ever loved, I live out of seedy little motel rooms and everything I eat lately is really deep-fried, I have to be constantly playing referee to those Winchesters and we’re constantly in danger—but I’ve never been happier.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” Lois nodded, tapping her pencil against the book. “So, some day in the future, you think I might be able to go on a hunt with you guys?”

Chloe blinked, surprised. “You’d want to?”

“Hell yeah.” Lois nodded, serious. “My father might have been a right mean bastard when he wanted to be, but he didn’t deserve to go that way. No one does.” Her voice wavered for a second, but then she’d cleared her throat and the sound was gone. “What you guys do—you’re heroes.”

Chloe chuckled, gaze falling to the surface. “Well, heroes might be pushing it a bit--.”

“No.” Lois shook her head. “You guys kill evil and save the innocent. And you don’t get paid or even recognized for what you do. That sounds like heroes to me.”

Embarrassed, Chloe kept her gaze on the table and kept silent.

Lois opened her mouth to say more but jerked when she heard her cellular ringing.

Grabbing the Nokia from where she’d left it, the brunette looked at the screen and frowned when she saw the number. “It’s Mal’s mom.” Shaking her head, she pressed the ‘speak’ button and brought the phone to her ear. “Hey Perla, how are you doing?”

Chloe watched as Lois’ face paled in horror and suddenly she dropped her cellular from her frozen hands, eyes wide, breath erratic. “Lois?”

“It’s Mal.” Lois whispered, eyes wide and vacant. “He’s dead.”


The Next Day

Chloe would have gone in with a surprisingly strong and brave Lois, and the boys, to investigate Mal’s bedroom--where he’d died (his eyes gone)--but she’d seen something, or rather someone, that’d caused her to stop the moment she’d gotten down from the Impala.

Looking around to make sure that no one was looking at her around the street, and sure that the boys and Lois were so into their investigation in the house to her right that they wouldn’t be keeping an eye out on her through the window, Chloe crossed the street and rounded the corner of the building two houses away.

Her smile was amused as she came face to face with the person who’d apparently tracked them to Mal’s house—the person who was leaning against the side of the building, arms folded over his chest in what would look like a careless position to anyone else.

“I thought I told Bart to tell you that I was okay.” Chloe couldn’t keep the amused smile off of her face as she too crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow at him. “Really Ollie, I’m being taken good care of.”

Oliver Queen raised an eyebrow at that as he lazily pulled his dark shades from his face, observing her, examining her quite obviously. “I don’t know, Sidekick. You look thinner.”

Thinner? Chloe looked down at herself with incredulity. How in the world can I look THINNER with all that greasy, fattening food I’ve had to eat the past months?

When she looked up she responded to his tender smile by eliminating the few steps between them and throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, sighing and breathing in his calming scent as he hugged her back.

“I’ve missed you, Sidekick.” Ollie whispered in her ear.

“I missed you too, Ollie.” Burying her face in his expensive shirt, Chloe breathed in his scent once more, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over her, leaving her feeling a little homesick and melancholy. “You mind if we stay like this a little longer?”

His chuckle reverberated from his body to hers as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “Not a problem at all.”

“Good—cuz I wasn’t letting go.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“What are you guys still doing over here in Metropolis?” Oliver asked suddenly.

“My uncle Sam died—as Bart probably already told you, and apparently it’s related to our kind of work.” Chloe admitted freely, trusting him completely. “Lois—his daughter—is helping us, and her boyfriend just died the same way her father did.”

“And what way is that?”

“Extreme shock, eyeballs being yanked out of their sockets, and massive internal bleeding.”

Oliver flinched. “Who do you think did it?”

“Bloody Mary.”

The young billionaire blinked and pulled away from Chloe enough to look at her in her eyes. “Bloody Mary?” He asked, eyes wide. “As in the Bloody Mary?”

“I know, shocking and disturbing, huh?” Chloe nodded, looking up into his shocked face. “We didn’t even think the legend was real until now—and that’s that this is our line of work.”

Oliver winched slightly. “You’ve gotten yourself deep into their world—haven’t you, Sidekick? You—you keep saying we and our like you belong there.”

Chloe hesitated, wondering how to word this properly. “Well, I feel like it’s my world now. I don’t know how long it’ll take us to find the thing that’s after me and send it back to hell—if we ever do. I guess I just have decided to face things and learn to accept and like what I’m doing—which I am.”

“Clark said--.”

“Clark is a big protective oaf.” Chloe grinned tenderly at the mention of her best friend. “You know that he didn’t trust me with you when we began to work together. He’s just not used to letting anyone else take care of me, and now Lana isn’t even a diversion any more.”

The blonde billionaire nodded his head at that. “He still misses her. Boy Scout tries to play it off as nothing, but everyone can see that he’s taking Lang’s leaving pretty harshly.”

“I guessed as much.” Chloe admitted with a shake of her head. “Lana emailed me the other day, said she needed to get away. Clark’s keeping the secret from her just ruined everything. At least she didn’t give into that attraction she had for Lex.”

Oliver shuddered. “Now that would have killed Clark.”

Chloe nodded her agreement. “How is our dear Luthor Jr. doing lately?”

Oliver frowned, looking around them as if expecting someone to be spying on them. Then again, that could very well be happening. “Things are looking ugly, Chloe. I’m kinda glad that you’re not involved with this. Luthor is getting more and more deranged and I’m actually frightened of what it is he’s become.”

“That bad?” She whispered in concern.

Oliver nodded. “That’s why I myself am not in on this mission.” He frowned. “I want to be—to hell with my identity being revealed—but the boys don’t want me taking the chance. I’m the only one in the league—other than you—who Lex doesn’t know the identity of.”

“And he always has had a special hatred towards the Green Arrow.” Chloe nodded in understanding. “You’re doing the right thing you know, waiting it out. According to Clark Lex is already suspecting you anyway.”

Oliver nodded a confirmation. “Hopefully Boy Scout going around in my uniform while I attend very publicized banquets and stuff will do what we hope and direct Luthor’s gaze elsewhere.”


Turning when she heard Sam’s voice calling her from the direction of the Impala, Chloe bit down on her bottom lip, wondering what to do. She didn’t know if the JL wanted the boys to know about them, and she didn’t want to betray their trust. But how could she explain to Sam why she was so far from the car when she said she’d stay behind as a lookout in case Mal’s mom came home before planned?

Chloe?!” Sam’s voice sounded deeper and slightly more agitated.

Feeling a hand on her lower back, she turned her head slightly to see Oliver with his shades back on, leading her out of their hiding space and her eyes flew to the Impala in time to see Sam notice them.

He looked relieved, then surprised, then his eyes went cold and hard with suspicion, his hand going subtly to where he hid his pistol in the waistband of his pants. “Who the hell are you?”

“It’s okay Sam, this is a friend of mine, Oliver.” Chloe reached of with her hand, telling him without words that the gun wasn’t needed. “I saw him while in the car and we started chatting. That’s all.”

Sam’s eyes were narrowed and on Oliver. “What a coincidence that he would just happen to be here at the same time you were. Your ‘friends’ always seem to be in the same place as you at the most convenient times.”

“It was no coincidence at all, I assure you.” Oliver announced emotionlessly. “I trailed you three from the hotel room you spent the night in, to the Lane residence, to here.” His voice deepened slightly. “I’m disappointed, actually. Sidekick assured me that she was being well protected, but you didn’t realize that you were being followed and I wasn’t even trying to be stealthy about it.”

Something darkened in Sam’s eyes.

“Ollie.” Chloe groaned, wondering if every time one of her friends from the League met the Winchesters if they’d get into a pissing contest. First Clark and now Ollie?

“No, don’t.” Oliver’s voice was restrained, his hand sliding up from the small of her back to around her shoulders. “It’s hard enough for me to let you travel with virtual strangers and let people I don’t know take care of my Sidekick, but when I know that they’re embarrassingly lax in this job and putting you in danger I won’t play the nice guy.”

Chloe sighed, knowing that Oliver was just trying to take care of her like he was used to doing—but insulting Sam and Dean wasn’t the way to do this! “Dean and Sam aretaking care of me, Ollie, I’m safe with them.”

Sam had been uncharacteristically silent throughout the whole conversation, but he finally spoke. “Look, I don’t know who the hell you are, or who you think you are either, but Dean and I are taking care of Chloe the best we can.”

“Which isn’t much, is it?” Oliver snapped back.

“Guys!” Chloe got in between them, despite the fact that she didn’t think they’d get physical. “Enough is enough!” She pointed a finger at Oliver warningly. “You--cool down and back down. This isn’t your fight, I’m staying with Sam and Dean and they’re taking good care of me.” She then turned to Sam. “You--what are you doing down here?”

Sam blinked at the tiny, furious woman. “I came to find the black light we keep in the trunk. We think that there’s a message written by Mary in the back of the mirror Malcolm was killed in front of.”

“Okay then, go get the black light and go back upstairs. We don’t have much time before Mal’s mom comes back home.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Sam said in determination.

Chloe growled in frustration. “Oh for heaven’s sake, go already! It’s not like Ollie’s gonna kidnap me while you’re gone!”

“I wouldn’t make that promise if I were you.” Oliver announced, not helping the situation any better as Sam tensed even more and his hand went subtly towards his gun once more.

“If you think I’m gonna let some stranger take Chloe away…” the brunette warned, his voice dark and savage, his eyes promising pain and torture.

Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw the usual lovable and smiling Sam turn into a feral animal right before her eyes, looking like a sleek cougar ready to defend its territory from an invading outsider.

Oliver’s arm around Chloe’s shoulder tightened before he shook his head. “You willing to kill for her, Winchester?”

“And die for her if it came to that.”

Oliver paused, and suddenly all hostility inside of him vanished as he relaxed against Chloe. “That’s all I can really ask of you, isn’t it?”

Sam didn’t respond.

“Sam? Light.” Chloe motioned towards the Impala.

Sam didn’t budge, didn’t even acknowledge her words, his eyes and Oliver’s connected.

For some reason Oliver chuckled sardonically, shaking his head again. “You can go. I’m not going to kidnap her while you’re gone. When this is over and Chloe returns with me, you’ll know in advance and be there to say goodbye.”

And for some reason that darkness in Sam’s eyes grew nearly black before he turned and silently stalked towards the trunk, opening it, grabbing the black light, slamming the trunk closed and storming towards Mal’s house.

Chloe was confused as she watched him go, every muscle of his body tense. “Why is he so angry?”

Oliver chuckled but it wasn’t with amusement. “You really have no idea, huh?”

Chloe turned her back on the house and looked up at Oliver. “No idea of what?”

Instead of answering her, Oliver looked at her face in silence before smiling slightly and bringing his hand to cup her cheek. “I’ve missed you, Sidekick.”

Chloe couldn’t help but smile right back up at him. “You’ve already said that, Ollie.”

“I have, haven’t I?” He agreed.

Smile going deeper in amusement, Chloe leaned her cheek harder into his hand, enjoying the feel of his thumb as it caressed her skin. “Yeah, but it’s nice to hear so I won’t complain much.”

His face lit up with amusement.

“You should probably go,” Chloe sighed as she pulled away.

“Yeah.” Oliver nodded in agreement before tapping the tip of her nose with his finger tenderly. “I’m going to be keeping an eye on you.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Okay boss.”

Oliver then engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug. “Come back soon, Sidekick.”

She didn’t answer, just hugged him back and pressed a kiss on his cheek when he pulled away. “Take care of yourself and the others while I’m gone.”

He nodded before looking at her oddly and leaning his forehead against hers.

The sound of a door slamming shut caused them both to turn towards Mal’s house, seeing Lois peeking out from behind the Winchesters’ shoulders in interest. Sam and Dean though were glaring at Oliver.

Ignoring them, Oliver pressed his lips softly against Chloe’s forehead. “If you need anything, call me whenever, okay?”

She nodded and watched as he turned and walked towards the motorcycle parked a little ways back.

“Who was that?” Lois asked as she arrived next to Chloe by the Impala, watching as Ollie zoomed away on his latest model, super hot motorcycle.

“One of the most important people in my life.” Watching Oliver until he disappeared around he bend, Chloe turned to look at Sam and Dean. “Did you find anything?”

Dean was looking at the bend in which Ollie had just disappeared.

Sam spoke. “A name and a date, along with a handprint.”

Feeling the tension in the morning air, Chloe looked at her watch. “Okay then, Lois, is Lucy still spending the night with the friends whose parents came for the funeral?”

Lois nodded. Lucy’s foreign friends had told their parents about the funeral and they’d arrived in Metropolis to take their children. Lucy hadn’t thought twice before leaving her elder sister alone in the house their father had been murdered in, and going to stay with her friends.

“We’ll go to your house then.” Chloe decided. “In the car I’ll check for this person and see how he or she is tied into Bloody Mary, Mal, and his death.”


“How could he? How could they?” Lois Lane cried heartbrokenly on her bed.

Chloe hugged her cousin close and cried too at the pain she could feel radiating from the elder girl, but one couldn’t blame her. Not only had two very important men in her life died days apart from the other--but she’d found out some dark secrets they’d kept from her.

Why?” Lois sobbed. “Why would he DO that?”

“I don’t know, Lo.” Chloe’s voice was choked with emotion.

Before they’d even gotten to Lois’ home Chloe had pulled up the death report of the child’s name that Bloody Mary had written on the back of Mal’s mirror. Connor McDonald had been in a fatal hit and run and died the date the ghost had left.

At first no one could find the connection until Chloe had read out loud the description of the black truck that’d run the child over and raced away from the scene of the crime--and Lois had recognized it as Mal’s beloved Tundra.

They’d found their connection, and yet everyone was praying that it was only a fluke for Lois’ sake as they rushed upstairs with the black light, searching the mirror in which General Sam Lane had died in front of--and found the name Ellen Lane, along with the date she’d supposedly died of an accidental overdose of sleeping pills.

So here Chloe and Lois were in the elder girl’s bedroom, the blonde trying to console the brunette and knowing deep inside that there was nothing she could do to make her better.

Why?” Lois continued to beg for an answer.

“I don’t know.” Chloe cried alongside her cousin. “I don’t know.”

29th-Dec-2009 06:56 am (UTC)
Sam was going feral-possessive huh? XD Ya, I don't think she'll come back to Ollie.
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