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A Thing of Radiance 15/? 
23rd-Jun-2014 02:01 pm
winchullivan---sexy looks
A Thing of Radiance
Title: A Thing of Radiance
Characters: Chloe, Bobby, Sam, Dean
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Dont own
Summary: When Chloe found out about the ugly truth of her past, she went to find her father, Bobby Singer. Now hunting and living with him, Chloe must keep her meteor abilities hidden from other hunters or they might try to hunt her. According to Bobby she should especially keep it secret from a hunter named John Winchester, who only saw black or white...good and evil...and then Sam and Dean arrive.
Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day # 11: Radiant Boy

Lois had called to say that she and Bobby would be staying late with Pamela - and then she'd told Chloe that she would be shopping with Bobby for "healthier food" after they left Pamela's so they'd be very late - and not to expect them for dinner. The shopping part surprised Chloe, Lois wasn't exactly someone who liked shopping or healthy food. But the blonde didn't have much time to wonder what her cousin was up to because she'd been spending the whole day trying to convince Ben and Dax to stay outside, the ghost and firelizard both being incredibly clingy and stubborn. Thanks to that John had nearly caught them each at least twice that day and Chloe's nerves were shot. She also had the sneaking suspicion that John was beginning to get suspicious, and that made her even more nervous.

"Ben, you and Dax-." She hesitated as she heard footsteps approaching and the girl motioned to outside.

Dax teleported away.

Ben hesitated before disappearing.

John appeared as he came down the stairs and hesitated when the lights flickered, something everyone else was used to given the fact that they lived with a ghost. "Does that happen often?"

"Yeah." Chloe nodded, trying to play it cool despite the fact that her stomach was in knots. "We had a repairman came to check it out and he said that the wiring here is ancient and need rewiring. But it's going to be way too expensive for us to do anything about it for now."

John nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer. "How old are you?"

She balked at the question and yet answered because it was steering his attention away from the signs of haunting. "Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in a couple of months."

He made a face. "Why would you want to ruin your life by having that child?"

Chloe wasn't pregnant but she was offended on behalf of the pretend baby she was carrying. "Having this child wouldn't 'ruin' my life."

"You're a child yourself, you shouldn't be having your own children. My sons were depraved when they put their hands on you!" John ran his fingers through his hair, clearly agitated. "Can't you see that it is in everyone's best interest not to have this baby? What sort of world would you be bringing that child into? There's so many dangers-the life of those around hunters are not easy and never last long. Why do that to a child?"

Chloe felt slapped because those had been her worries when she'd thought she could be pregnant. "Why don't you come out and say exactly what it is you want to say?"

John nodded and stepped forwards. "I want you to abort the baby."

Chloe stared at him in shock. She'd figured that this was what he was going to say, and yet she hadn't expected him to be so blunt and feelingless about it. "Excuse me?"

"I want you to be the smart one in this amoral relationship you share with my sons, and I want you to have an abortion. I'll go with you if you don't want to go alone." He raised his chin. "You know just as well as I do that that baby shouldn't be around anyway. It wouldn't even know who his or her father was!"

"There's such a thing as a DNA test, John." Chloe tried her best to keep calm, but she was barely keeping control of her feelings.

"And how do you think that kid is going to feel knowing that it was the result of an abnormal pairing? That there was even confusion as to who his father was? Children grow up with enough questions and problems-with enough things to traumatize them-why give that child yet another disadvantage in an already disadvantaged life?"

If he didn't stop soon she'd slap him. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I-."

"You need to start being smart, young lady." John stepped closer, eyes narrowed. "I don't know who raised you, but I know that if Bobby had he wouldn't have allowed you to act as sluttily as you have. Do you know what that child will think of you when he finds out his mother was happily whoring herself to two men, to two brothers, at the same-?"

Chloe's hand stung with the force she put behind the slap, which caused John's face to swing with the blow. She could see the utter shock on his face and yet she didn't care that she'd just attacked the man who scared her more than anyone else, the blonde trembling with fury as she glared at him. Her voice was low and hissed as she spoke. "Listen to me you son of a bitch. If you don't want to accept this child as your grandchild I'd count it lucky. I don't want you to be a part of my child's life. I don't want you to even know the child's name. You were a shitty father and I won't let you ever be a grandfather to my child. You're despicable and bitter and controlling and I don't like you." She stepped closer, hand throbbing. "I think you're a piece of trash who couldn't be a father to his own sons and has no right to judge me or tell me how to raise my child. It's not like you raised Sam or Dean! Because throwing them on other hunters and then using them in your own hunts is not raising them!" She was in his personal space, slamming her palm into his chest furiously. "You're going to get the hell out of my house and you're not going to come back. Not to visit your sons-they'll go see you if they want to. When I give birth to this child you won't be told, and you won't have any part in its life. Because not having a bitter piece of shit in his or her life is the best thing for my child."

"You-." John tried.

"I didn't give you permission to talk. I was talking so shut up and listen to me." She slammed her hand into his chest again, seeing red. "My house is a place of peace, a sanctuary for those who are in need of refuge, but I can throw out those I don't want and you're not wanted or invited. Get your things and get the hell off of my land." She narrowed her eyes. "Take your shit and your judgements with you, because if you leave anything behind I'll burn it."

"You're making a mistake," John promised her as he grabbed her bare arm with his hand, which was slightly slippery to the touch. "Sam and Dean are my sons."

"I won't hold it against them," she promised viciously as she tore her arm free from his grip.

John shook his head, pulling his lip back in a snarl. "I won't be run out by a runt like you. I'm talking to Bobby as soon as he gets back. I'll make him see reason." And with that he stormed towards the stairs.

Now that he was gone, Chloe collapsed onto her knees on the ground, still shaking from fury, and from a bit of fear that maybe she might have made things so much worse for everyone.

John paced his room, furious.

Just who did Bobby's girl think she was talking to him like that? He'd never even let his sons get away with shit like that! She was just lucky she was pregnant or he might've backhanded her so hard she'd have fallen to the ground!

He couldn't understand why those three were being so damned stubborn and stupid! Couldn't everyone see that he was telling them the truth? Bringing that child into this world was the worst possible idea for all of those involved! The girl wouldn't be able to have any sort of education to speak of, Sam would give up on the damned idea of being a lawyer but John knew he wouldn't get the boy back in any sort of soldier capacity, and he'd even lose Dean, who'd been his best soldier up until now. John wasn't about to give up either of his sons, or lose their potential in this war. They both needed to get their heads in the game, and John wasn't going to allow this child to ruin everything.

He was being merciful in his own way. This was no world, and no family, for that child to be born into.

The hunter sighed as he pulled out the bottle of highly concentrated pennyroyal oil in his pocket, the oil which coated his hand, the hand he'd gripped her with. He hurried to the bathroom and washed off the remaining oil before peeling off the coating on his hand which protected him from the effects of the oil.

He'd hoped things wouldn't come to this, that it would be the girl's own choice, but he was doing this for the best of everyone involved, and one day they'd understand.

Chloe was feeling weird. At first she'd thought it was just that she was coming down from the adrenaline high her confrontation with John Winchester had given her because nerves would explain the restlessness and nausea she felt, even the stomach pain, but her discomfort had continued to increase the longer she stood. She'd drunk more water than she ever had but nothing could quench her burning throat, and the fever which caused her skin to flush red only seemed to get hotter and hotter.

Dax was the first to disobey her orders to keep away, the firelizard teleporting in front of her, chirping urgently as it flapped its wings and stared at her. It flew around her, pushed at her back and tried to get her out of the chair, but Chloe pushed the firelizard out of the way, the world beginning to become a mixture of bright lights and dark shadows. Dizziness, as well as the distorting of sounds around her (Dax's chirps sounded low and demonic), added to her confusion as she stumbled out of her chair and fell to her knees. She vomitted on the ground, unable to make it to the garbage bin.

Dante was the next to appear, the Hellhound racing into the room and hesitating only a second when he saw the state she was in as she lay on the ground. The Hellhound leapt towards her and bit down on the back of her shirt, beginning to pull her towards the back door, which Ben had pushed open, the young and silent ghost staring at them with wide, scared eyes.

Dax disappeared with a chirp.

Dante yanked Chloe, whose body was beginning to make involuntary twitches, out of the house and into the garden.

She didn't know if it was whatever was happening to her that was making her see things, but as she stared up at the sky she could see a translucent dome encircling her whole land. It was flickering violently, wavering, weakening.

The muscaliets raced towards her, making their noises urgently.

The water fairies left the water for the first time since they'd arrived, joining their golden cousins in the air as they encircled her, millions of tiny voices calling out to her in worry.

Chloe wanted to tell them she was fine, but she could only cry out and hold her stomach as agony raced through it.

Suddenly Sam and Dean hurried out of the back door, Dax flying in front of them.

That was the last thing she saw before everything went black.

Lois looked up in mid-evil-chuckle and narrowed her eyes as she felt urgency and fear fill her. She stood and ignored Pamela's asking her what was wrong, the brunette hurrying to where Bobby was seated in front of the couch watching Dr Sexy MD. They'd been waiting for him to finish watching the show he watched religiously so that he and Lois could leave to go shopping for good, healthy food.

"We have to get back, now." Lois moved to stand between Bobby and the television.

"But Dr. Sexy was just about to-!" Bobby stopped and narrowed his eyes when he saw her face. "What is it?" He stood. "What's happening?"

"I'm not sure, but what I feel is very bad."

Bobby growled. "John."

It paced and watched the barrier flickering visibly, growing weaker and weaker. Something was happening to the Lighthouse for the barrier to be disintegrating at this rate. It wondered exactly what was happening to the Lighthouse considering she was supposedly safe inside there.

A hole opened up in the barrier not fifty yards from where it stood, and it didn't stop to wonder what it should do, the creature lunging forwards and through the barrier, a smirk on its face as it stood on the other side of the barrier seconds before the hole closed up behind it.

It'd done it. It was inside.

And it was not alone as holes began to open up all around the sanctuary.

It was all Dean could do to stay back and not hold Chloe's unconscious form in his arms, but the creatures were all around her, some of the fairies examining her, nearly covering her, and he knew that it was for her best to let them do whatever they were doing. That didn't mean that he was happy about this though. Just what was happening to Chloe?

"Look at the dome." Sam's gaze was above them. "It's weakening. It looks like it might shatter."

"Who fucking cares?" Dean snapped, pissed that his brother could concentrate on this when the blonde was growing paler and paler.

"It's connected to her, Dean!" Sam snapped back at him. "It's a reflection of her!"

Oh Jesus. Dean hadn't thought about that! His gaze rose to the dome as it flickered visibly, there was also a cry in the wind that sounded almost painful. Was this truly the sanctuary reacting to whatever Chloe was going through right now?

"Pennyroyal." Bluebell hissed as she dashed up rapidly in the air, a hiss of voices sounding at the declaration. "Water siblings, we have to cleanse-."

The water fairies were already on it though, and the second that word had escaped her lips they'd congregated around the arm she'd risen from, their palms towards Chloe's skin, liquid flowing down onto her and bathing her. Dean hadn't ever seen them do this, hadn't even known they could, and it was all he could do not to question what exactly that was. All he knew was that Bluebell had said "cleanse" and that meant that whatever the water fairies were doing, it was to help their Lighthouse.

"Did you say pennyroyal?" Sam was talking to Bluebell, who flew in front of his face in acknowledgement. "As in the oil?"

Bluebell nodded, the sound of tinkling around her, her face small but visibly infuriated. "This was an attack!"

Dean noticed a group of the males gathering, tiny weapons in their hands. "What are you-?"

"We are rallying for war." One of them, Cornelius, flew up in front of Dean's face. "We will avenge the wrong committed against her!"

A cheer echoed amongst the others.

Dante narrowed his eyes before he turned to look up at the dome and snarl. He then turned his fiery eyes on Sam and Dean and motioned for them to follow him.

Sam nodded. "I was just about to say that."

Dean frowned. "Say what?"

Sam took in a deep breath. "We need to patrol the edges of the barrier, now."

Dean was horrified at the very suggestion. "I'm not leaving-!"

"Dean. That barrier is up for a reason." Sam was, annoyingly enough, able to think clearly in this situation. "We're the protectors of the sanctuary. If something has gotten through because the barrier is weak-we need to find it and kill it before it gets here."

A muscle jumped in his cheek. "But she-."

"If something that barrier usally keeps out gets in it'll destroy everything she's worked for, and it could try and destroy her as well." Sam stepped forwards. "We need to go. Now."

Dean hated that his brother was right. "We need weapons."

Sam nodded. "Let's go inside and get some. But we have to hurry."

Dean sent Chloe another look before he groaned and followed after his brother.

There was silence in the group until the Guardians and the hellhound left to patrol the borders of the sanctuary. Once they were sure the human males were out of hearing a loud murmur raced across the supernatural creatures. All those who were not intent on healing the Lighthouse were gathered, the water fairies' best warriors riding upon muscaliets with small tridents in their hands while the Golden Dawn fairies flew above them, their own weapons at hand.

"We all know who did this." It was Basil who yelled this, his hand clutched against his bow tightly. "It is why no one offered suggestions as to his identity while the human guardians were here."

"We have to kill the encroaching hunter, the one that has always been a threat to the Lighthouse!" Cornelius agreed as he joined Basil's side, a sword in his hand. "We must make him pay for what he has done to her!"

A loud cheer of agreement sounded throughout those gathered.

"She wouldn't want this!" Tigerlily frowned as she flew to the males' side. "The Lighthouse wouldn't want us to take matters like this into our own hands!"

"She was poisoned by that hunter, Tigerlily!" Bluebell snapped. "We know his reasons for doing so-and even if he did not mean to kill her the pennyroyal oil could've easily done so if he'd miscalculated the dosage upon application!"

"And even if he didn't, it would still leave long-lasting side-effects if she didn't have us to help heal her!" Ripple, one of the water fairies in charge of cleansing Chloe's skin and body of the poisonous effects of the pennyroyal oil, snapped. "He can not be allowed to escape without punishment!"

"Then let the guardians handle him!" Tigerlily looked from one group to the other.

"He's their father!" Bulb growled. "They can't be trusted to do what has to be done!"

"Tigerlily's right!" Buttercup hurried to the other female's side. "We must do what the Lighthouse would want us to do if she were conscious!"

"But she's not!" Basil snapped. "And it's because of him!"

Another cheer rose from the gathering.

Buttercup and Tigerlily shared worried glances.

None of the fairies in the garden realized that the ghost and firelizard in their midst were long gone until smoke began to emerge from the Singer residence.

John had heard the commotion of his sons running into the house and had expected them to come to tell him that they needed to take Chloe to the hospital because she wasn't feeling well. He was ready to offer to drive her. But that hadn't happened and the sound of them rushing downstairs once more and out of the back door had confused him. What was going on? Why hadn't the effects of the oil taken root yet? They should be taking their toll on her right now. It was why he was ready and trying to wait as casually as possible for the distress call so he could be of some help and get her to the emergency room.

But the minutes were dragging on and on and he was beginning to get nervous. What if he'd put too little and other than a headache or something she wasn't reacting? Or what if he'd put too much and she'd collapsed somewhere and the boys weren't around and didn't realize what was going on?

He began to sweat.

The idea had been to use the pennyroyal the way it had been used for centuries-as a natural abortive measure. But he'd known there were risks to this method, serious ones. He'd taken the risk because he hadn't even thought to consider that he could screw up in any way or form. Screwing up just wasn't in his nature.

The man cleared his throat as he stood and made his way towards the door. He decided he would search for her (while pretending to continue want to their argument) and then he'd save the day.

It wasn't like he wanted to kill Bobby's mouthy daughter.

Right before he could reach for the door an unnatural darkness descended upon the room and everything within it began to shake as something transluscent yet obviously there draped itself over his window and froze his doorknob solid. The temperature in the room began to drop rapidly and John's breaths were visible. His eyes widened. This was ghostly manifestation!

He hadn't accidentally killed the girl, had he?

But John didn't get a chance to wallow in that fear because suddenly some sort of tiny dragon appeared in front of him, and the hunter only barely managed to jump out of the way as it opened its mouth and breathed a flood of fire at him.

It remained hidden quite easily. Camouflage was one of its greater talents, as was observsation and learning what it observed. And with the view before it from its place in the trees, it could easily observe the Guardians and the hellhound as they fought the lesser beasts that had taken advantage of the weakness of the barrier and stumbled through.

These were truly strong defendors, and they easily vanquished most of the creatures that had jumped in after it, but the creature remained unfearful, merely calculating. It would have to know more about these Guardians and this sanctuary before it revealed its presence.

The dome shook violently, completely visible by now.

The creature gazed up at the dome and wondered if the Lighthouse was dying.

John tried to get to his weapons but they were frozen to the ground or bed or wherever he'd placed them. It left him compleetly defenseless and all he could do was run and dodge the fiery breaths that tried to consume him as that tiny yet fierce and utterly pissed off dragon-creature either flew behind him or teleported in front of him. He had no idea what he'd done to piss this thing off, but he must've done something in one of his lasts hunts and this thing had hunted him down to exact its revenge. And whatever it was that he'd done must've been personal because he could feel the fury coming off of this thing as it tried to deep-fry him.

Part of John's sleeve was singed and he'd managed to put that fire out before he'd truly gotten burnt, but with the mad dashes he had to make he couldn't do the same to the flames that were beginning to consume the room as the curtains and the bed caught on fire. All he could hope for was that the rising heat would melt his frozen weapons and give him something to defend himself with, but while the intense heat grew worse and worse, it seemed as if something was focusing the cold on the weapons and leaving him purposely vulnerable.

His pants-leg caught on fire and John had to duck, cover and roll to put it out before he jumped out of the way as a large flood of fire rained down on the floor where he'd been not two seconds before.

For the first time in far too long, John was beginning to feel true fear.

23rd-Jun-2014 08:52 pm (UTC)
I hate John. He's such an ass, I can't believe he did this to Chloe. How could he risk her life like this?
24th-Jun-2014 01:49 am (UTC)
He needs to suffer.
24th-Jun-2014 04:58 am (UTC)
@blackrose29405: Well, John will definitely end up losing because of this.
24th-Jun-2014 04:58 am (UTC)
@noellesullivan: yes, John is very much an ass---and he will NEVER win Father of the Year...
24th-Jun-2014 02:32 am (UTC)
Damn John, you're such an ass
Hope Chloe is fine soon and the boys find out what dear daddy did
24th-Jun-2014 04:59 am (UTC)
He definitely is.
The next chapter will deal with all that nice angsty stuff :)
24th-Jun-2014 07:00 am (UTC)
burn john, burn..... lol
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