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Chloe's Supernatural - Season One 19/? 
8th-Dec-2008 08:53 am

Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Season: 1
Part: 2
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:  Chloe has been traveling with the WInchesters for months now, working the cases with them and getting closer to both brothers, trying to do their job, find their father, and understand more about the demon that killed their mother, Jessica, and is now after Chloe. There's also the mystery of Chloe's mother, and now Lois and the Justice League are getting mixed in the deal as well...
Note: You might want to read the John/Lois oneshot FATED ENCOUNTER before reading this chapter.


     The voices and images all collided in her brain like a train wreck, so loud and together, blending where they shouldn’t blend, a person in the wrong memory---two memories combining, or a memory splitting into so many different parts and hiding from her that she couldn’t piece it together again.

     “Clark Kent out of flannel? Did the world stop and no one tell me?”

     “Daddy? Why are you crying?”

     “Arrow, if you don’t put me down I’ll dye your suit pink!”

     “We’re moving to Smallville? Why? Sounds like a little hick town.”

     “His mouth opened and yet there was no sound.”

     “Lois, I’m telling you, this place is full of freaks! And I have a theory that the meteor rocks that fell are the reason.”

     “What? Pete’s getting married?”

     “Sam, please don’t go.”

     “Mommy, why do your eyes do that?”





     Lying down next to Chloe, Oliver Queen sighed as she looked at her agonized face. It’d been a couple of days since they’d found her and brought her back with them, and yet she was still like this. Sometimes the pain was so great that she’d cry out loud, pleading for it to stop, but most of the time she bore the pain silently, the agony on her face the only testament to what she was feeling.

     “What happened to you, Watchtower?” He whispered, reaching out and tenderly pulling a strand of hair out of her face. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

     Behind you! Look out!” Chloe screamed, jerking, arching in the bed before going limp again, whimpering.

     Oliver closed his eyes and looked away. God, he felt so useless! The top neurologist he’d gotten on this case had been completely baffled as to what in the world could be happening with Chloe. According to the man Chloe shouldn’t be alive with the amount of mental activity going on in that brain of hers.

     “How’s she doing?”

     Looking towards the door, Oliver’s gaze met Clark’s. While the whole of the Justice League had been worried and hovering around Chloe’s room in Clock Tower, Oliver and Clark had been constants, never leaving her side if the other wasn’t there. “The same.”

     Sighing, Clark ducked his gaze before entering the room and going to sit on Chloe’s other side, looking down onto her face. “C’mon Chlo. You’re so strong. I might be the super-powered alien but you’ve always been the stronger one out of the both of us.” His smile was painful, his eyes misty. “I need you to be strong again, Chlo, I need you to pull out of this.”

     “She’s gonna.” Oliver sat up, returning his gaze to the pale beauty. “You said it yourself, she’s stronger than all of us. She’ll make it through this---whatever this is.”

     “They finished the hunt, and they’re looking for us.” Clark didn’t look away from Chloe as he spoke. “Bart’s been keeping us informed, and he says that they’ve been trying to locate her like crazy ever since Michigan.”

     “They’re not going to find us.” Of that Oliver was sure. They were in one of the safest and most hidden hideouts known to man.

     A ringing tone echoed throughout the room. Clark stood and reached into his pocket, pulling out his cellular and frowning when he saw the caller I.D. “Hello?” His eyes widened. “Lois? How did you get this number? Oh, Uncle Gabe gave it to you.”

     Oliver raised an eyebrow at the mention of Chloe’s cousin’s name. He’d never really met the girl though he had seen her briefly that once in Metropolis when he’d gone to check up on Chloe—but Clark had met her, and the farm boy had been complaining about her ever since.

     “I’m in Metropolis. Why?” He paused. “Wait? What?” Clark looked shocked and a little scared. “How---who told you---? What? I---.”

     Oliver smirked. The alien was super-powered and yet he looked terrified of a small, mortal woman.

     And suddenly Clark’s face darkened. “Well, they lied to you. I don’t know where she is and I---.” His eyes widened. “You’re gonna do what? Look, Lois----.” He paused. “Hello? Lois?”

     Oliver waited in silence as Clark snapped his cellular shut.

     “The Winchesters called her, I didn’t even know that they knew each other.” Clark announced, shaking his head as he put away his cell in frustration. “She wants to know what I’ve done with her cousin and she says that if I don’t ‘play nice’ she’ll use all the contacts she has and she’ll find out on her own and then it’ll be ‘my ass’ for keeping her cousin from her.”

     “She sounds like a firecracker, just like her cousin.” Oliver smiled sadly, eyes returning to Chloe. “Bring her in, but make her promise to not tell those guys.”

     “Are you sure about that, Oliver?” Clark asked, unsure. “I only met this girl once, and I don’t know if we can trust---.”

     “She’s Chloe’s cousin.” Oliver cut in. “Chloe trusts her.”

     Chastened, Clark nodded his head and left the room.

     Lying back down next to her, Oliver threaded his fingers through Chloe’s and looked into her face. “Please, Watchtower, please. Come back to us.”






     “Are you going to finish that, baby?” Moira Sullivan asked her daughter, smiling at the child as they sat together at the table like a family for the first time in a long time. Usually Gabe was always at the factory, so it was great to finally have a time to just be the three of them like this.

     Shaking her head with a large smile, eight year old Chloe gobbled down the rest of the desert and thanked her mom when she took the dishes to the table.

     “That was delicious, honey.” Gabe got up and hugged his wife from behind, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

     Moira blushed happily like she always did whenever her husband was affectionate. “Glad you liked it, darling. You’re hardly ever home anymore---Chloe and I miss you.”

     “And I miss you guys too.” Gabe continued to hug his wife and whisper in her ear, causing her to giggle.

     Chloe smiled at her parents before suddenly she felt a cold chill run down her spine. She pushed away from the table and went to the back door, hesitating and not knowing why as she turned the handle and opened it, looking out at the darkness outside.

     It was a moonless night, and shadows filled the yard, making everything dark and indistinguishable---and yet she felt that odd connection she’d felt every night for the last couple of months. Mostly it was when it was the darkest time of the night and mommy and daddy were asleep. She’d feel that connection, that pulsation---and then she wouldn’t be able to remember anything else.

     But now it was here, and it was in the shadows, and it was watching her.

     Her feet, as if they had a mind of their own, took her a couple of steps outside of the house. She paused, tilting her head to the side as she heard the crunching of fallen leaves underfoot, and then she saw them…yellow eyes glistening in the black, watching her.

     “Chloe?” Her mother laughed, coming outside. “What are you---?” And suddenly she froze behind Chloe, face going pale as she looked at the pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. “You.”

     Laughter erupted from the darkness and suddenly those eyes were gone.

     “Mommy?” Chloe asked. “Who was that?”

     Moira was shivering, eyes wide and on the darkness. “Chloe. Get in the house. NOW!

     Suddenly afraid, the young child hurried back inside but went to the window, looking outside, watching as her mother stepped into the darkness and was engulfed by it.

     “Hey buddy, what’ya looking at?” Gabe Sullivan announced as he returned from the bathroom and appeared by her side.

     “There was something out there.” Chloe admitted. “Mommy went to check it out.”

     “I better go see.” Gabe frowned as he walked outside as well.

     Chloe watched from the room, that connection she felt growing.






     “Dammit!” Dean cursed as he punched his fist through the wall of their latest motel room. He was at his wit’s end, and he knew that he brother wasn’t that much better than him either. Things had piled up on this job, and everything was getting more and more complicated!

     Things had gone from bad to worse since those freaks had taken Chloe. Sam had had another vision, this time of Jim Miller’s brother Roger being killed, and they’d arrived there too late (AGAIN!)to save him from being decapitated by his apartment window. Once again the apartment had shown no signs of ghostly activity and they’d begun to suspect that the family itself had been placed under some sort of a curse.

     They’d gone to visit Jim’s son Max, the one who’d found the body in the first place, trying to see if they could get some more information out of the stoic young man but the only lead they got was the fact that the Miller family had recently moved from the house that Max had been born in and raised in.

     Since it’d been the only lead they had to go on the brothers had gone to the old house, checked it out, and found no bad history about the place and no EMF readings. But they had talked to the neighbor, and found out that both Jim Miller and his brother Roger would regularly beat the stuffing out of Max while his stepmother did nothing.

     And then Sam had had another vision—this time of Max killing his stepmother for her never trying to defend him from his father and uncle. They’d barely made it in time, and yet it’d still be a close call—one with many surprises.

     Like the fact that Max’s true mother had died in a freak fire in his nursery when he was a baby (which was the reason his father would beat him so much----he blamed Max for his wife’s death)---and that Max had psychic abilities like Sam, except his ability was telekinesis. That was how he’d killed his father and uncle.

     And then in a struggle that’d ended up with Max’s death, Sam had shocked Dean and himself by using telekinesis to divert the bullet heading towards his brother towards Max.

     “I don’t even know where to begin looking for her.” Sam looked like he wanted to throw his PC as far away from him as possible. “I’ve read up on this Oliver Queen and guess what? He’s a billionaire. There are just too many places he could have stashed her.”

     “Who the hell does he think he’s fooling?” Dean wanted to know, sitting down on the bed. “Chloe’s in more danger now than ever!”

     Sam kept silent, but a muscle in his cheek jumped.

     “We just found out that there are other kids out there like you, and that means that what happened to you wasn’t an isolated mistake—it was planned.” Dean spoke, voice hard. “That means the fucker behind this all is upping his ante, and dad’s sure Chloe’s a part of this plan somehow.”

     “So far every vision I’ve ever had is connected to this demon somehow.” Sam spoke, looking blankly at his computer screen. “Jess, Chloe, Max…all of them have some tie to this demon.”

     “Mom said we had to take care of her.” Dean shot back up from bed. “How can we do that if those whatever they were are keeping her from us?” He ran his hand over his head. “What happened to her? Why did they say she might die? Where is she?”

     “I don’t know.” Sam lowered his gaze, feeling sick to his gut. “God, I wish I knew. I wish we were there.”

     “They have no right!” Dean snarled. “When I get my hands on them I’ll---.”

     His phone rang, and Dean was about to ignore it when he saw the caller I.D. “Lois, tell me you have some news.”

     Winchester, I just got off the phone with Clark.” Lois Lane announced in a business tone. “He denied everything, said you were lying. But guess what? I don’t believe him. Anyway, I know from what Chloe’s told me about this guy, he wouldn’t leave her side during a time like this, and when I asked him where he was he said he was in Metropolis.”

     “Metropolis?” Dean asked, snapping his fingers in Sam’s directions. “You think that’s where they’re keeping Chloe?”

     I’m almost certain.” Lois replied. “That’s all I have for you right now, but the moment I get something else I’ll call you immediately and I expect you to do the same.

     “Yes, of course.” Dean nodded even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “And Lois? Thank you.”

     No problem, Winchester. Chloe’s my cousin, and I know she’s better off with you and Sam than anyone else right now. You’re the only ones I trust to take care of her, that’s why I’m gonna do my best to help you two get her back.” And with that she cut off the conversation.

     Closing his cell shut, Dean turned to his brother. “What buildings does Oliver Queen own in Metropolis?”





     “Chloe, you really got to stop doing this.” A younger Clark Kent frowned at her. “One day you’re gonna get yourself killed and I’m not going to be there to save you.”

     “Stop worrying about me.” Chloe whispered, hugging herself as she looked out of the window in the loft. “I always make it out okay.”

     “Chloe, look at me.” Clark turned her around, blue eyes searching her face. “Today you didn’t make it out ‘okay’. Today you were really hurt.”

     “But I wasn’t killed, Clark.” Chloe leaned into his chest. “And it’s not like I can get away from this weirdness, you know that. If I don’t search for it, it finds me. It’s like all things weird are attracted to me.”

     “I know, Chloe, you’re catnip for all things weird.” Clark hugged her tighter. “But why do you have to run in head-first? Why can’t you be more cautious?”

     “I---I’m sorry Clark.” Closing her eyes tightly, Chloe paused and pulled away from Clark, frowning when she saw Pete looking at himself in a mirror, wearing a tux. “What are you doing here? You’re in the wrong memory.”




     Lois Lane was confused, and she didn’t like it. All she knew was that she’d been in the middle of trying to investigate where Oliver Queen and Clark Kent had her cousin when all of a sudden the latter mentioned was standing in front of her. He hadn’t answered any of her questions (like how the HELL he’d gotten into the house), but he’d told her that he did know where Chloe was, that she was in a coma---but that he would only take her to Chloe if she swore that she wouldn’t tell the Winchester brothers what she knew.

     She’d agreed immediately---and then in seconds she was gone from her uncle Gabe’s home and was in a penthouse room. She was dizzy and confused but before she could start asking questions her hearts skipped a beat as her gaze fell upon the large bed and on the moaning blonde on it.

     Chloe?” Gasping the name, Lois hurried towards her cousin, horror in her every feature as she reached her side. “Chlo---Baby Cuz---.” When Chloe didn’t react, Lois turned to Clark, eyes narrowed. “What happened to her? What’s wrong?”

     “No one knows.” Oliver Queen emerged from the shadows, and filled her in on what’d happened. “So we brought her here with us.”

     “Are you people insane?” Lois asked, shaking her head in disgust. “Do you even realize how much at danger you’ve just put my cousin?”

     Clark and Oliver exchanged a look.

     “No, you guy don’t. You’ve never had to deal with anything supernatural, have you?” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Listen, I realize with what just happened here with Smallville that you guys have some secrets of your own, but there’s a reason Chloe was with Dean and Sam and not you guys. I have been through a supernatural attack, and believe me, you guys won’t be able to protect her when that motherfucker that’s after her realizes that she’s not under the protection of the Winchesters.”

     “I understand your fear for your cousin, Miss Lane.” Oliver Queen announced in a chivalrous tone. “But I assure you that your cousin has the best protection she could have here.”

     “Oh, really? Then what do you plan on doing in case this demon or any other attacks this place to try and get to her?” Lois wanted to know, folding her arms over her chest.

     Clark stood forwards. “We have the best security here---.”

     “And it will do nothing to a demon or a person whose demon possessed.” Lois cut him off, not impressed. “What else do you plan on doing when the demon gets passed ‘the best security’ you have installed?”

     Oliver frowned. “Everyone here has a specialty--.”

     “Look, not to rain on your parade or anything,” Lois interrupted, losing her tempter. “But unless that specialty happens to be in Latin exorcism rites or something like that then all of your knowledge and abilities are useless.” She stepped away from the bed and glared at the men. “I get it. You two love Chloe and you want to protect her, hell, you’re probably a little jealous and resentful and hurt that she chose the Winchesters as her guardians. But guess what? Your feelings don’t matter.”

     Clark winced.

     “What matters is my cousin’s safety, and the fact that you two have just royally fucked up!” She threw her hands in the air.

     “When we found her she was like this.” Oliver was angry, pointing to Chloe as she moaned in pain in the bed. “How is that proof that they are taking better care of her?”

     “This isn’t about who is taking better care of her, Mr. Queen! This is about the fact that a demon who can eviscerate and set people one fire with just its thoughts is after my cousin and you’ve taken her away from the only two people who could protect her from it!”





     She gasped as she jolted awake, the pain suddenly gone, leaving her in a blanket of warmth and comfort. The young woman looked around her, confused, frightened. She didn’t recognize the room or the bed she was in.

     Where was she?

     There was movement next to her, a groan, and she gaped as she turned and saw a woman sleeping on the bed with her. She gulped, looking at the beautiful brunette, feeling instant love when she saw her.

     Okay, so apparently I’m lesbian.

     Taking in a deep breath, she reached forwards, hesitated for a minute, and then shook the sleeping woman. “Uhm, hello? Hi? Excuse me?”

     The woman grumbled slightly before suddenly jolting up, her eyes turning to her and they grew large before the woman threw herself on her. “Chloe! Oh my god! You’re awake!”



     The name sounded familiar.

     It must be her own.

     “How are you?” The woman hugged her tighter before pulling away, looking in her face. “Do you need anything? Say something!”

     She…Chloe…tilted her head to the right and looked at the beautiful woman’s face. “Please, don’t feel hurt when I ask you this.”

     “Sure, sure.” The brunette grabbed Chloe’s hands and squeezed. “Anything. What is it?”

     She blinked. “Who are you?”




     Amnesia?” John Winchester’s voice was crackled but understandably surprised.

     “Yes, she didn’t even remember her own name.” Lois closed the door behind her and leaned on it, closing her eyes and taking in a deep, calming breath. “Whatever happened to her, when her brainwaves scrambled like that it must have affected her memory. She can’t remember anyone or anything.”

     “This isn’t good.”

     “And I don’t think it’s a coincidence either.” Lois uttered. “Something did this to Chloe, something wanted Chloe to forget. It must have thought that she’d be more vulnerable that way.”

     “She would.”

     “So you see why I need you to call Sam and Dean and let them know where we are and what’s going on.” Lois whispered. “I promised that I wouldn’t tell them, but I never said that I wouldn’t call their father and tell him so he could tell them.”

     She could hear his smirk.

     “Look, I have to go. I told them I needed to use the bathroom, and since they don’t trust me they’ll be even more suspicious if I take time in here.”

     “I---I’ll call Dean.” John sighed. “And Lois? Take care of yourself, okay? I don’t like the sound of those guys. They don’t sound trustworthy.”

     She smiled slightly. “Are you worried for me, John Winchester?”

     He hung up.

     Lois smiled to her reflection, shaking her head.


8th-Dec-2008 08:40 pm (UTC)
Amnesia?!? A cliffhanger?!? Seriously?!? Dude, that's just mean. Wicked update. I can't wait to see what happens when the boys show up.
8th-Dec-2008 08:48 pm (UTC)
Yep, a cliffhanger ND amnesia! Seriously! *sicks out tongue* lol. Well...you'll just have to wait, I'm evil like that.
8th-Dec-2008 10:03 pm (UTC)
love this so much . loved the way sam and dean were acting and looking for chloe . loved lois in this. want to beat ollie and clark up big time for putting chloe in danger by taking her away from the winchesters . PPMS
9th-Dec-2008 03:32 am (UTC)
yeah, but Ollie and Clark were trying to help in their own idiotic and overprotective way so we realy shouldn't beat them up TOO badly! lol. thanx 4 the review.
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10th-Dec-2008 03:20 am (UTC)
lol, yeah, I'm doing evil by her, huh?
4th-Dec-2009 06:34 pm (UTC)
this is amazing...I really really love your take on season 1 and I kind of love how everyone is in Love w/ Chloe, the way it should be! lol....I just found this!! I hope there will be more?! Really great writting!!! Bravo!
5th-Dec-2009 02:14 am (UTC)
There should be more...whenever I can get the inspiration for it!
29th-Dec-2009 08:03 am (UTC)
Yes! Sorry, I'm a definite John/Lois fangirl now thanks to your works. I'm glad to see a conversation written between the two of them. I find it amusing she has amnesia like the whole Brainiac fiasco. I just hope it's reversible. Dean and Sam will not be happy.
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