Title: A Thing of RadianceCharacters: Chloe, Bobby, Sam, DeanFandoms: Smallville/SupernaturalRating: TDisclaimer: Dont ownSummary: 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
"The house is on fire!" Bluebell was the first to notice the smoke, and gasped. "Water brethren-we have to save the house!"
The water fairies that were not tending to the Lighthouse took off, some on the muscaliets. The Golden Dawn fairies were not to be left behind, rushing to their homes and retrieving their woven baskets as they flew towards the pond and scooped up water, rushing towards the house once their baskets were full.
A groan escaped the Lighthouse's lips as she tilted her head.
"She's reacting." Tigerlily flew over towards her face, her rapidly flapping wings giving the human some breeze. "This is a good sign, yes?"
The water fairies nodded, smiles on their faces as they continued working.
"The poison is almost completely purged from her system." Ripple gave a sigh of relief. "Her healing ability is finally activating and is making the effort much easier on us."
"What took it so long to activate?" Buttercup wanted to know, worried.
"If I had to make a guess…" Riptide raised an eyebrow. "…I'd say that it was trying to save the life within the Lighthouse and that was why it couldn't concentrate on healing her."
Bluebell's eyes widened. "Life?"
Tigerlily grinned brightly. "The Lighthouse is carrying a child?"
Ripple shook her head, her expression grim.
Buttercup brought her hands to her mouth in a cry of horror.
Tigerlily's eyes filled with tears.
Bluebell's golden eyes rose to the house, where the others were trying to save the house from the growing flames. "He's going to pay."
Chloe groaned as she lay on a blanket of shadows.
She blinked her eyes open and looked around the darkness.
The girl narrowed her green eyes and pushed up so she was sitting. "Hello?"
You must wake up now. The others have need of you. They will taint themselves by drawing blood. You must stop them from turning to the darkness.
Chloe looked around her. "What are you talking about?"
Be the light in the darkness. Shine, Lighthouse. Protect your charges… from themselves.
"Is something wrong with them?" Chloe's heart raced in fear. "Did John do something to them?"
The darkness is reaching in, is corrupting.
Wake up, Lighthouse.
"What are you-?"
Gasping, Chloe sat up and looked around her in confusion. Fairies cried in relief and grief, calling her name, asking her if she was better, telling her she'd nearly died… again. But that wasn't what kept Chloe's attention. No. It was the sticky wetness she felt between her legs that terrified her. She took in a deep breath and pulled up the knee-length skirt she wore, a horrified cry escaping her lips as she saw the blood that ran down her inner thighs. She knew right then and there what she'd known deep down inside but had pushed aside and told herself couldn't be real. The proof of her biggest fear was right before her, and while she'd never wanted a child, the evidence of its loss surprised her with the jolting sense of loss that ripped through her.
"Lighthouse…" Tigerlily fluttered before her face, concern visible. "I am so sorry."
"Do they know?" Chloe hardly recognized the numb-sounding thing that was her voice. "Do Sam and Dean know?"
"No." Buttercup whispered. "We have yet to tell them."
"They can't know." She took in a deep breath. "They can never know."
"But Lighthouse…!" Bluebell whispered.
The scent of smoke drew Chloe out of her disoriented haze and she turned, her eyes widening as she noticed the fire in the room that was being dowsed by the fairies. "No." She pushed to her feet and wobbled, would've fallen had countless fairies not flown around her and caught her, using their numbers to push her back to her feet and keep her balance. She brought a hand to her stomach, where a dull ache remained, before she raised a glance at the burning and took off as fast as her feet could take her.
Ignoring the cries behind her, Chloe entered the house through the kitchen door and coughed as the smoke reached her lungs. She raised her shirt up to cover her nose and continued on, pushing through the house, passed the living room and study up the stairs. The smoke was thicker and blinding as it prickled her eyes, but she raced up the stairs nonetheless and didn't stop at the top of the stairs, instead racing towards John's room.
"STOP IT!" She screamed, able to feel the spiritual fury. "BEN! Stop it! Now!" She could feel the shift as the unnatural darkness that had been surrounding the house dissipated and suddenly the ghost was standing in front of her, and then he was in her arms, hugging her tightly and hiding his face against her stomach. "I'm fine, Benny, I'm fine." She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Go outside, now." Ben hesitated before he looked up at her and flickered away.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe moved towards the door and cried out when the heat from inside burned her hand. She shook her stinging hand and pulled off her shirt, wrapping it around her hand before she gripped the heated handle and turned it, kicking the door open to reveal a raging inferno inside and John trapped, unconscious from the smoke in the room and lying within a circle of fire. Dax soared over him, getting ready to breathe fire down on the hunter and burn him to a crisp.
"Dax! Stop it!"
The firelizard turned towards her before disappearing in a blink and appearing in front of her. The creature let out crying sounds as she wrapped herself around the blonde's neck and rubbed her head against the girl's cheek over and over again.
Chloe sighed as she petted the creature softly and rubbed her cheek against Dax's head. "You can't do things like this, Dax."
The creature continued to let out pitiful sounds and rub her head against Chloe's cheek.
Now that Dax wasn't fueling the fire with her fury the fairies were able to dowse the flames with ease, leaving the room completely soaked, and smelling horribly of smoke. There was some structural damage, but nothing that couldn't be fixed.
The windows flew open and fairies entered the room (as well as through the holes the flames had made in the roof), war cries echoing as they descended upon John.
"Stop!" Chloe stepped forwards, halting their advance.
The cries of relief were audible as the fairies converged on her.
"We will kill the hunter and rid you of his presence," Cornelius swore.
"No." Chloe shook her head, and it was hard to do so, to save John's life, when she really didn't want to. "Thank you for trying to defend me, but it's my duty to protect you all." She took in a deep breath. "Please return to the garden. I'll handle this."
"You should not have to do this on your own." Basil flew closer, determined. "Let us help."
"You saved the house." She gave them a smile. "You have helped more than I could ever have asked for. Thank you." Her greens surveyed. "Now please, return to your homes."
They respectfully deferred to her judgment and flew away, leaving her in the remains of the room.
Dax bucked the top of her head against Chloe's cheek.
"Who knew you had all this in you, girl?" Chloe let out a sigh, somewhat proud despite it all.
Dax cooed and nestled snugly around Chloe's neck, resting her head against the pulse in the human's neck.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe moved towards the unconscious man and stared down at him before she kicked him as hard as she could in his ribs. She knew she was supposed to be the light shining forth in the darkness but she had so much rage and hatred inside of her she couldn't not let some of it out against this man, this monster. She'd been so scared that he would kill her if he knew what she was-but he'd proven worse than her most terrible nightmares by killing her innocent child-and that was that he had no idea that the child would've been half-supernatural.
She kicked him again, and again, and again before she collapsed to her knees on the ground and cried as her hands clutched at her stomach. Her head lowered as she cried heartbrokenly, and didn't know how long she was there, but the next thing she heard was rapid footsteps racing up the stairs. The girl wiped at her eyes and stood as she turned in time to see Lois race through the doorway and freeze when she took in her cousin's appearance.
Lois' hazel eyes lowered to the trails of blood that pooled down Chloe's inner thighs, and a vicious look crossed her face before she rushed forwards and embraced Chloe tightly. "I'm so sorry hon."
Chloe clung onto her cousin and cried, unable to be strong.
She felt her father's presence yet didn't look up. She could feel Bobby move into the room and grab John by the back of his shirt as he dragged him out of the remnants of the room. Her father hadn't seen the blood, didn't know what Lois did, and Chloe was grateful to her cousin for having shifted her body slightly so that she could shield her cousin from Bobby's gaze and protect the girl in the only way she could.
"Shhhh." Lois whispered into her hair as she removed her arms from around Chloe long enough to yank off her jacket and drape it over her cousin's bare shoulders. "Everything's going to be okay."
No it wasn't. Chloe shook her head. It wasn't.
Suddenly two sets of footsteps raced up towards the room and skidded to a stop in the doorway.
Chloe turned to look at them, and only too late remembered about the blood trailing down her thighs. She moved behind Lois to hide from them but from the horrified looks on their faces she knew that they'd seen it and knew what it meant.
"Did he do this?" Dean's voice was scarily calm as he stared at her.
Chloe looked away.
"That son of a bitch." Dean turned and hurried down the stairs, his motions vicious.
Sam took in a deep breath and entered the room, his gaze on Chloe. "He's the one who used the pennyroyal on you?"
"Pennyroyal?" Chloe stared up at him in confusion, finally finding her voice.
Sam licked his lips and stepped closer, almost as if worried he'd scare her. "The Fair Folk said that pennyroyal oil was used on you. In highly concentrated forms it can cause an abortion, amongst other things."
Chloe trembled. "I didn't-a part of me knew-but I-." Her whole body trembled.
Lois stepped away and in seconds Sam was there, his arms around Chloe as he held her close.
"Excuse me while I go kill your father." With that, Lois turned and stormed away.
Chloe wanted to tell her to stop, but the blonde couldn't find the will to do so as she merely clung to Sam with all her might and cried heartbrokenly into his chest.
"Let me go Bobby! I'm going to kill him!"
"Calm down boy! I'd like nothing better than to shoot his sorry hide but we're not doing that!"
John groaned as he brought his hand to his head. He opened his eyes and stared around him, confused and disoriented before the memories of that tiny yet terrifying dragon returned to him full-force and he jolted up into a sitting position and cried out at the pain in his ribs. He felt as if someone had used him as a punching bag over and over again.
"Are you happy now, you son of a bitch?" Dean snarled viciously.
John looked up and his eyes widened as he realized that the question had been hurled at him by his eldest, who looked murderous. It was only the fact that Bobby was holding the struggling guy back that Dean wasn't tearing towards John and possibly murdering him. The man had never seen such a look in his son's eyes and to be honest he felt somewhat scared. That was not a feeling John was truly versed with. Especially not when it came to one of his own sons, his flesh and blood.
"You ruin everything you touch!" Dean continued to fight against Bobby, to get free and come at John.
"Get in your truck and leave, John, before I let go of this boy." Bobby snapped at him.
"There was a dragon…" John tried as he stood. "It is the one who-."
Dean broke free and rushed at John but Bobby caught him at the last second and hauled him backwards.
John's eyes widened in shock at the urgency he'd felt-the need to take a step back and away from his own son. "It was for your own good. All I've ever done for you and your brother I've done with your best interests at heart, even if you can't understand it right now you will later."
"I've always looked up to you, sir, have idolized and wanted to be more like you." Dean shook his head, disgust and disappointment visible in his features. "But if I ever see you again, I'll kill you with my bare hands."
It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. John had made enough of them himself to know the difference.
His eyes widened as he stepped backwards.
"Go, John." Bobby glared at him. "You're no longer welcome in this house."
John took another step backwards.
Dean's eyes-Dean-his most faithful soldier...
John turned around and raced towards his truck.
They weren't going to tell Bobby the magnitude of the situation, would let him believe that John had merely attacked and hurt Chloe. He hadn't known about the magically-fueled one night stand she'd shared with the brothers so he didn't have to know about the true devastation John had left in his wake. That didn't mean that the man wasn't cunning enough to understand that there was more than he knew, but he was wise enough to know not to pry and to let his daughter have all the time and space she needed.
Lois lay in bed with Chloe, the two girls on their sides, facing each other as they held hands. It hurt her so horribly to see her baby cousin in this sort of pain, and the knowledge that she couldn't do anything more than be there for the blonde was eating her.
"The thing is-I was going to take that pill-I don't have the right to be like this." Chloe's voice was soft and filled with emotion.
"That's not true." Lois whispered as she bit back the desire to cry. "You were hurt-you-he had no right-you have every right to feel like this."
Chloe looked up at Lois. "At least the dome is back up, even if it is weaker than before." She looked away. "That's all that matters."
"No," Lois shook her head. "It isn't."
Chloe closed her eyes. "It has to be."
Lois watched over her cousin until the blonde fell asleep, tears on her golden eyelashes. The brunette reached forwards and pressed a kiss to the girl's forehead before she slipped out of the bed and went to the window, her gaze on the stars. A million different emotions raced deep within her, anger, grief, murderous intent, mournful wailing-so many things she couldn't, wouldn't, express. She didn't really have the right to break down, not when it was her cousin who'd been hurt so horribly.
Hazel eyes rose to the sky as they narrowed. "You failed her. You." She tightened her grip on the window frame. "Listen here you damned useless powers that be: you failed her." She was holding on so tightly to the window frame her fingers were beginning to hurt, but she didn't care. "You expect her to do all this incredible stuff for you, to sacrifice her life-and now this?" She let out a snarl. "Get your fucking acts together you assholes! She hasn't even turned eighteen yet!" She took in a deep breath to try and calm her enough to finish her rant as levelheadedly as she could. "You sent me to her because she needed help, and I'm telling you what she needs now. She need more help. More protection. Needs you all to stop being such worthless, useless dicks who expect her to do everything!"
So much for calming down.
"This is your mess." Lois took in a deep breath. "John Fucking Winchester is not the last douchebag she's going to have to come up against so you all better get your acts together because if you don't, I'm going to convince her to leave you all to rot." Her eyes narrowed. "You need her more than she needs you. Just remember that."
The realization that she'd just basically spat in the face of (and threatened) some powerful dudes didn't phase her whatsoever.
In fact, as she turned and returned to bed, Lois felt better than she had in a long time.
"How could he do this?" Dean's gaze remained on his glass.
"He's a selfish son of a bitch, that's how." Sam gulped down the contents of his own glass before refilling it with whiskey they both knew Bobby would miss come morning. "He saw a hindrance and a way to get rid of it."
"Was it the twins, Sammy?" Dean finally looked up from his glass. "Have you seen anything?"
Sammy shook his head. "I haven't."
Dean gazed back down. "What if, because of him, they're-?"
Sam downed the throat-burning contents his glass once more, for once wishing that he could experience the migraine-inducing visions.
The knocking woke her up, and Lois groaned as she stumbled out of bed. Everyone else must be hungover or just plain sleeping like the dead, because apparently she was the only person who the ungodly racket had bothered. The brunette, still in a bad mood, stormed out of the room and down the stairs, not even bothering to change her clothes. She was going to go right back to bed after yelling at whoever was inconsiderate enough to wake her up so there was no reason to change out of her skimpy top or to put on something over her panties.
"I'm coming damn it!" Lois stormed to the door and undid the locks before she yanked the door open and blinked when she saw a handsome young blonde guy standing on the porch. He was dressed very nicely, his hair slicked back. There was no way this guy was a hunter. The only explanation that she could come up with for someone who looked like him being on Bobby's doorstep was that he was some sort of church guy trying to save their souls. "We're not looking for Jesus. But good luck with that." She slammed the door in his face and turned to go back up the stairs and to bed when the knocking returned. She growled and turned to the door, unlocking and swinging it open once more. "Listen. We don't want any bibles or religious tracts or-."
"I'm looking for John Winchester," the young man cleared his throat.
Fury swirled in her gut at that bastard's name. "Good luck finding him. Maybe he's hiding somewhere with Jesus." She moved to slam the door closed once more when the dude blocked her move and pushed the door open. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't know who you are, but-."
"I'm his son." The sandy-blonde cleared his throat.
Lois raised an eyebrow. "Wait. Are you the dude who called the other night?" She opened the door further. "Dude, John Winchester only has two sons, and both of them live in this house. So if you-."
He took in a deep breath, looking close to hyperventilating. "Do I really have two brothers?"
Lois blinked as she stared at him, really stared, and her eyes widened as she realized that he actually kinda looked like the boys. "No fucking way."
"Dad never told me I had any other siblings-I-why would he-is he married?" This guy looked so confused and hurt. "Is that why he never told me he had another family? Why he kept me like the dirty little secret?"
Lois leaned hard in the doorway. "John has another son."
The guy cleared his throat and licked his lips before he wiped his palms on his pants and then held out a hand towards her. "The name's Adam Milligan."
Lois stared down at his hand and took in a deep breath before she shook it. "Well, Adam, you should probably come inside." She hesitated. "How did you know about this place, anyway?"
A sheepish look appeared on his face. "After our conversation the other night I had my dorm mate hack dad's phone and find out his location through the GPS on his cellphone."
Impressed, Lois smirked and motioned with her head to inside the house. "You were not the help I was expecting when I made that demand clear to the powers that be, but I guess I'll take whatever I can get."
Adam looked at her in confusion for that comment, but he stepped inside the house nonetheless.