Title: When Life Throws You A Curveball
Alternate Sequel to One Night Stand
Summary: When Dean travels through Smallville the last thing he expected to find was "Lola" (whose real name is apparently Chloe) appearing in the bar he was frequenting - or discover the fact that their one night stand has resulted in a son: Dorian. Being a father wasn't what he wanted, but it might be what he needed.For (1) bogusbabe, who first asked for it, and for (2) malugargula, who never gave up on wanting to see a Chlean alternate to the Dorian Trilogy.
"Who is the handsomest boy in the world?" Eighteen year old Chloe Sullivan smiled up at her son, who would soon be celebrating his first year of life. Having a child so young, and not even knowing who the father was, had changed her world and had admittedly made things more difficult (struggling to keep up at school, at the Torch, as well as raise her son had been stressful) but she'd adapted and couldn't imagine life without her child anymore. He was a little gift that made her feel love in a way she'd never before. She knew that her father had always loved her, but there's been a part of her that'd felt it was missing something, that she was unlovable, after her mother had abandoned her so easily those two times. Now though, with the unconditional love in her son's eyes, she knew that she was not only capable of receiving such adoring love, but of imparting it as well. She'd never loved anyone the way she loved her son, and she lived every day with the desire to make things easier and better for him.
Now she was going to graduate from high school in a couple of months and had been told in confidence that she'd be valedictorian. She'd been accepted to every single college and university she'd applied to, even Stanford, but she'd decided to merely go to MetU. It was closer to home, and that way she could still live with her father and commute. It would make things easier for Dorian, and she wouldn't be uprooting the young tyke from all his friends and family who loved and took care of him.
She smiled as she gazed at Dorian, who was a shoe-in for the man who'd fathered him. He had the same sandy-blonde hair, the same light freckles, the same mischievous smile and laugh. He was going to be every bit as handsome as his father had been as well. Around his neck he wore the pendant that his father had left for Chloe after the one night stand they'd shared, but she'd changed out the chain so that this one would fit him. It was all she had of his father to give him, other than the fake name he'd given her that night (Dorian Gray) and while she wished she could give Dorian more information than that, she knew that there were many kids out there who knew less about their fathers and who grew up without any problems. All she had to do was shower him with all the love in her heart and let him know that to her he was the most important person in the world, and that he always would be.
"Chloe, I just got a call from Mr Gaines." Clark emerged form the kitchen, a sandwich in his hand. "He said your dad's there and causing a ruckus."
She sighed and closed her eyes. "Not again." She didn't know what was wrong, but her father had started drinking more and more this last year, and he spent most of his time at the bar that Mr Gaines owned. This wouldn't be the first time that she was called to bring him home.
"Come on, I'll go with you and help you with him." Clark gave her a brave smile.
"Thanks, Clark." She pressed a kiss to Dorian's chubby cheek. "Come on, handsome prince, we're going to go get your grandpa before he gets thrown into the dungeons for being naughty."
Clark sighed and tried to keep cheerful but Chloe could see the worry on his face as he led them towards his truck. She understood that worry too because she felt it. Clark had gotten a scholarship thanks to his amazing football skills. He'd be going to university in Florida. Even with his "skills" she couldn't expect him to superspeed to Smallville every time she needed help. No. He'd be studying and training. He'd be starting his new life. She couldn't impose her problems on that. But the thought of having to deal with these drunken calls and other such stuff on her own made her unable to sleep with worry. How exactly was she going to do this without her best friend?
"Here, let me hold him." Clark reached for Dorian and held him in his arms as Chloe grabbed the keys. "Who is gonna go for a ride with us to pick up grampa!"
"Daddy!" Dorian yelled out the word that made Chloe wince. She wasn't even sure who had taught him that word.
"Nope, just Uncle Clark." Clark grinned down at the happy child. "Can you say Uncle Clark?"
"Daddy!" Dorian cooed.
Clark chuckled and shook his head. "We'll need to continue working on that."
Chloe watched her best friend with her son and realized that the baby needed some sort of stable male in his life. So far that role had always been fulfilled by Clark, but now that he was going she needed to think ahead. Her father wasn't stable, and Lex stayed far away, mostly because despite the both of them swearing to the contrary, everyone in town was sure he was the father. So considering they were out of the question, and so was Pete now that he'd moved to Wichita, who exactly was there?
The question continued to float around in her mind as she strapped Dorian into the baby-seat Clark had bought for his truck since he was always with Chloe and the baby. As they drove towards the Cantina Chloe admittedly didn't hear half of what her best friend was telling her, although she got enough of it to know that Lois had promised to show him "all the places that matter" in Florida. Her cousin, and Dorian's godmother, was studying journalism in a college not an hour away from where Clark would be going and had promised Chloe to take good care of the "bumbling farmboy". Chloe was glad that Clark and Lois would be able to take care of each other, and keep themselves from being bored, but as they grew closer and closer to the Cantina, her own reality began to hit her and made her worry even more.
Dean Winchester tried his father's phone number once more but just like every single try for the last two weeks, he went straight to voicemail. The man was beginning to get nervous. Sure, his father disappeared every-so-often, but usually there was a quick message before it happened. Usually John gave a heads-up, and the times when he didn't he never stayed as incommunicado as long as he had right now. John Winchester usually could take better care of himself than anyone Dean knew, and the young man wasn't usually one to worry about his father, but damn it, he was getting close to it right now.
"I failed her!" The loud drunk wailed. "My baby, my precious daughter, and I failed her. And now she won't have the education she deserves, or the life she should've lived!"
"That's enough Gabe." The bartender looked annoyed. "Your daughter's quite happy with her life as it is. You need to get over it."
The guy had been entertainment enough for Dean and the rest of the patrons at the Cantina. He wailed about his daughter, about how he failed her just like he'd failed his wife, and that he was no good. It was pathetic, really.
Enough with the loser. Dean was tense and needed some help getting rid of stress. His gaze travelled on the women in the Cantina, and while they were all good looking none of them really did it for him. He thought about the last time he'd had a truly satisfying fuck, one in which he'd picked up in his usual way, and of course Lola came to mind. She'd been different from the other girls, he'd been able to tell it, it was what had drawn him to her in the first place. Not only had she been beautiful, but she hadn't seemed to realize it, and she'd been smart to boot. And then he'd been with her, in her, and it'd been unlike anything he'd had before. It was why he'd done something he'd never done before and had left the gift Sammy had given him as a kid. He'd also left his number for Lola to call him again, he'd been sure that she'd felt the connection as well, but she'd never called.
It'd made him see just how silly he'd been about connections for crying out loud. What was he? Sammy?
Still, he hadn't quite been able to get the sassy blonde from his mind and had even gone back to that dive a couple of times (telling himself that he wasn't doing it because he wanted to see if she was around) and yet the girl had been no where in sight and the bartender had had no idea whom he was talking about either.
He found himself sometimes looking for the blonde in the bars he frequented, and it took him a lot time to admit that he was doing just that, or that the girls he picked up were blonder than usual.
"Thank fuck." The bartender motioned to someone. "Come and get him. I can't take any more of it."
Apparently the daughter had arrived.
Ready for the second half of his entertainment, Dean turned in his seat and raised his beer to his mouth as he watched the daughter of the pathetic loser go towards him in the crowd. She looked vaguely familiar, and once she broke through the crowd and made her way towards father Dean's beer slipped from his hand as he realized that she was Lola. She moved towards the man and shook her head as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Come on, papa."
"No, leave me here." He shook his head. "I want to stay here."
"Papa…" The girl sighed. "They don't want you here."
"Well I don't want to leave!" He snapped and yanked away from her, causing her to stumble backwards.
"Mr Sullivan." A mountain of a guy with a baby-face stormed into the place, a young baby in his arms. "It's time we go home."
"Clark." The man lowered his head in shame.
"Come on, Mr Sullivan, Chloe and the baby need to sleep." Clark raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to keep them from having their sleep, do you?"
Mr Sullivan shook his head, completely meek. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay papa." Lola, or, err, Chloe, gave him a tired smile.
The man tried to stand but collapsed to the floor. No one smiled or snickered at his pathetic display like bar patrons usually would when someone so incredibly drunk blundered around. From the faces in the bar everyone was used to this display and pitied the girl.
Clark passed Chloe the baby and went to help the man off the floor.
That was when Dean got a good look at the child and he faltered. That baby boy had sandy-blonde hair, the lightest sprinkling of freckles on his face, and he wore Dean's pendant around his neck. The hunter took a step back as he stared at the kid and desperately tried to figure out how old he could be… how long ago had it been since he'd been with the blonde? Something sunk in his stomach as he did the math, and while he knew that it couldn't be a hundred per cent accurate, my god but it was close enough.
That kid, that kid could be his… probably was his. Why else was he wearing the necklace that Dean had given "Lola"?
Chloe pressed a kiss to the baby's cheek and thanked the bartender for calling them while Clark helped her drunk-ass father up and began to lead him out of the bar.
"No problem Chlo." The bartender rubbed the counter down. "Justin's got that piece ready for the Torch by the way, he'll get it to you first thing tomorrow."
"Thanks Mr Gaines." She sent him a grateful smile and pressed another kiss to the kid's cheek when he made a happy sound.
"Oh! And the Mrs has some things for little Dorian! Says she'll send them through Justin!"
Dean's body went still.
"Tell Mrs Gaines thanks for us!" Chloe lifted the baby's hand to give a little wave. "Say thank you, Dor."
Chloe grinned and walked out.
Dean put down enough bills to cover his expenses and marched out after them. He waited in the shadows as Chloe, Clark and Mr Sullivan got into a truck and drove away. He followed in the Impala and watched as the truck stopped in front of a two-story house. Chloe and the baby got down as she went to unlock the door, and then Clark helped Mr Sullivan inside. A couple of minutes passed and if it wasn't for the fact that the engine was running Dean would assume that the Clark guy lived with them.
Finally Clark emerged from the house with Chloe at his side. They went to the truck and talked a bit before Chloe hugged Clark and sent him on his way. She stayed there and hugged herself as she watched him go, and then she turned and walked back into the house.
Dean slipped out of the Impala and leaned against it as he stared at the house and tried to figure out exactly what he should do.
Chloe glanced at the clock when she heard the knock on the door. Considering how late it was the only person who could be knocking was Clark. Maybe he'd forgotten something and had come back for it. She'd been about to feed Dorian now that her father was sleeping off his alcohol in his room, and so she kept the baby in her arms as she moved towards the door. "Did you leave your phone again? You really need to keep a better—." Chloe froze as she opened the door to find someone on her doorstep she never would've expected to see in a million years.
Dorian Gray stood there, lit by the light which flickered above him. "Hey."
Chloe's eyes widened. "Dorian?"
"It's Dean, actually." He cleared his throat. "Chloe."
"How do you—?"
Dor—Dean's gaze went to the baby in her arms. "Is he mine?"
She opened her mouth, and for a crazy minute considered saying no. "Yes. Uh, Dean, meet Dorian."
He let out a deep breath. "Can I come in?"
She nodded and wordlessly moved out of the way, closing the door when he entered.
"How could you not tell me about this? About him?" Dean turned on her the second that they reached the living room. "How could you keep this from me?"
"It wasn't like I had a way of telling you!" Chloe glared at him as she rocked Dorian in her arms. "You only left half of your number."
Dean changed the subject. "Dorian. After all that lecturing you gave me about choosing that name you went and named our son it anyway?"
"Well, I wasn't going to name him Bob, and I wanted to give him a bit of you."
Dean paused and looked at her oddly. "Well, if you'd called me he could've had more of his father than a fake name and a protective necklace." His anger was in his voice. "Damn it, he and I both deserved better than that!"
She glared at him. "What part of 'you only left me half of your phone number' didn't you get?"
"I pressed the pen so hard into the paper you could see the indentures of the remaining numbers on it!" Dean snapped as he ran his hands through his hair, obviously trying to keep himself calm… or to keep from choking her. "If you'd just softly ran a pencil over the paper you would've seen the rest of the number and then—."
"Well, I'm sorry if I'm not some MacGyver who thinks about those sorts of things!" Chloe barely held her righteous indignation and frustration back. "And I was on the run! A very important man wanted me dead at the time, so sorry if finding you wasn't my first priority when I found out I was pregnant!" The pain from the memories caused tears to come to her eyes. "I was terrified, okay? I was seventeen years old, pregnant for some stranger I was sure I'd never see again, and on top of all of that I was running for my life! I was almost killed while pregnant with Dorian! If it hadn't been for some friends rescuing me…" She hugged their child closer.
Horror tampered down the anger on Dean's face. "I—I didn't know."
"I know," Chloe whispered, all anger gone, the girl now weak and tired. She lowered herself onto the sofa and pressed a kiss to Dorian's forehead. "Were you at the bar? Is that how you found us?"
He nodded as he stood there, all anger gone and now replaced by awkwardness. "Does your father make it a habit to get so piss-drunk that you have to go there with the kid?"
"He's had a hard year," and yet Chloe could hear her own annoyance as she said it.
Dean collapsed on the seat across from them and stared at her before he blinked. "Wait. Did you say you were seventeen when you—?" When she nodded his eyes widened. "You're telling me you're only eighteen?"
"Yeah." She licked her lips.
"So you're still in high school?"
"About to graduate, but yeah."
He ran his hand down his face. "I'm a son of a bitch."
"It wasn't as if you knew." She let out a sigh. "Plus, the age of consent in Kansas is 16. Believe me when I say that I'm not the only teenaged mother in high school. They even have a daycare there so we can keep our children with us during school hours and can go to breast feed or take care of them."
Dean merely stared at her in abject horror.
It made her feel completely overwhelmed and judged. She didn't need this. Not tonight. Not from him. It wasn't as if she'd planned all of this.
Dorian gripped at her shirt and smacked his lips before he gave a little yell.
"He's hungry." Chloe felt a little embarrassed as she slipped him under her shirt enough so he could latch onto a nipple. Her self-consciousness was a little ridiculous considering that this man had suckled at her breasts himself, but still, he was somewhat of a stranger. "I was about to feed him when you came in."
"Does your boyfriend know he's not his?" Dean asked in an odd way, his voice almost choked.
"Boyfriend?" Chloe blinked in confusion.
"Yeah, Mt Rushmore."
Somehow she figured out who he was talking about, and her eyes widened. "Clark's not my boyfriend. He's my best friend."
Dean suddenly stood and moved to the table where all the pictures were. He stared at the frames before he picked up one which had a tired Chloe in a hospital bed, sleepy yet smiling as she held a newly born Dorian. "I should've been there. He's what, nearly a year old? I've missed—" his gaze went to all the pictures with his son "so much in his life." He cleared his throat. "Has he said anything yet?"
She flinched. "He's said Daddy."
Dean turned towards her immediately at the word. "To who?"
"Clark." She saw the hardening in that face. "But that's because Clark is the only one male around him all of the time." She could see the 'that's your fault' in Dean's eyes. "He also says Mommy, Nap, and Vodka."
Dean blinked at the last one. "Vodka?"
Chloe gave a little sigh. "My cousin, his godmother, taught him that one. She's a demon."
Dean got a weird expression on his face and looked about to say something when she yawned. "I, uh, it's late."
Chloe's gaze went to the clock. It was.
"I'm, uh, I got a motel room close to the bar." He ran his hand over his hair. "I was planning on merely spending the night before moving on but, uh, I'd like to stick around for a couple of days and get to know the kid."
Chloe couldn't keep her smile back. She'd worried that if she ever met "Dorian Gray" again that he would be indifferent, or hostile to the thought of having a son, and it warmed her that he'd offered to stick around on his own. "I'd like that."
Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "I'll pick you two up after, uh, school, then?"
"Sure. I'll just make sure to get a ride from Clark in the morning so I don't have to worry about leaving my car."
Dean nodded and then cleared his throat. "I'll, uh, see myself out." And with that he was gone.
Chloe sighed and leaned back against the sofa as she stared ahead of her in numbing shock.
What a night.