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Visiting The Oracles 2/6 
27th-Feb-2009 11:24 am

Title: Visiting The Oracles
Sequel to: Weekend in Stanford
Fandoms: Smallville/Angel/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley, Clark/Lana
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, Angel or Supernatural or the songs IN THE REAL WORLD by ROY OBISON, PHYSICAL by OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN, and DON’T SPEAK by NO DOUBT
Summary: When Clark trades his powers for Lana's life, Chloe is the only one left with powers, and she's having problems with Sam. Now Lois, Clark and Chloe must travel to L.A. to FINALLY meet Wesley and go visit the Oracles.


Chloe looked around the office Angel Investigations were using as their central base. It was small and had a slight smell of mildew, but other than that it had a homey feel to it that she liked. Clark was staring at a picture of a small group of people on the one desk in the office and Lois was constantly fussing with her clothes and hair.

They’d gotten there a day earlier than they’d told those at Angel Investigations, so they weren’t surprised that the office was empty. This way they’d come to the place and saw it in the way it really was, and not the more cleaned up version, plastic one.

Chloe liked to see how people really were, not how they liked other people to see them…and she liked what she saw in this office. It was small, admittedly unimpressive, but there were many little details that made it warm and fuzzy, unlike the cold and clinical airs of most Private Eye offices.

“Oh, hello!” A pretty young woman with long brown hair announced as she came in from the back room. “I didn’t hear you come in, welcome to Angel Investigations!” Her dark gaze ventured onto Clark and they widened in female appreciation. “Hubba hubba.”

Clark looked around him, obviously confused at to what she was referring.

Chloe and Lois rolled their eyes at Clark’s apparent inability to realize that any female other than Lana Lang could find him attractive.

“Cordelia, stop harassing our customers.” A deep male voice retorted friendly as a tall male with a bulk to rival Clark’s appeared from the back room as well, smiling at them and rubbing his hands together. “How may we at Angel Investigations help you?”

“You could start by telling me where Wesley is.” Lois frowned, placing her hands on her hips in annoyance.

“Excuse me?” The tall male asked.

His assistant Cordelia was busy staring at Clark, who was starting to blush slightly in understanding.

Chloe grinned, stepping forwards and smiling at the man who could only be the boss. “You must be Angel, I recognize your voice from our few phone conversations. I’m Chloe Sullivan, and these are Lois Lane and Clark Kent.”

Angel’s eyes widened as he obviously recognized her voice. “Chloe?”

She grinned brighter. “Does my voice not match my face? You look surprised.”

The vampire shook his head and then took hurried steps forwards, grabbing her hand and shaking it. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” His gaze went to Lois, who was looking around in suspicion as if Wesley might be hiding under a desk or behind a chair. “And she’s the famous Lois Lane.” He grinned. “Wesley won’t know what hit him, he’s actually out acquiring a couple of books we need---we weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

“I know, we got in a day earlier than expected.” Chloe smiled, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. “We actually anticipated more interference from our parents about leaving in the middle of the school week, but apparently the Kents and my father knew more about our extracurricular activities than we thought they did, and they understand why it’s important for us to be here.”

“The Oracles, right.” Cordelia piped up, managing to tear her gaze from Clark. “It’s evening now, and it’s best to go to see them in the morning, so why don’t we take them to Caritas, Angel? Show them a good time before they have to go and face the Oracles?”

Angel made a face, apparently about to say something, when he turned to Chloe. “How comfortable are you in a demon bar?”

“A demon bar?” Chloe frowned, remembering the demon who’d flattened Lana against the ceiling of the barn’s loft and eviscerated her before their very eyes. “We don’t have good relationships with demons.”

Clark looked away, face shadowing.

Lois began to tap her high heels (arms folded impatiently over her chest) against the tiled floor and glare at the door, checking her watch ever so often.

“Well, it’s a neutral bar---really a karaoke bar than anything else!” Cordelia announced, smiling friendly at Chloe. “Violence is prohibited in there, and it’s fun. Lorne—the empathy demon who runs the place, reads your future when you go up to sing.”

“Reads your future?” Clark asked, suddenly interested.

And Chloe knew why. Lana. Clark wanted to know if the lady fair of his life would ever come out of her self-exile and be with him once more despite all that’d happened.

The blonde sighed, seeing the hopeful look in Clark’s blue eyes. “We’ll go to this karaoke bar, God knows we needsome R&R.”

Great!” Cordelia clapped her hands. “We’ll go as soon as Wesley comes back. The sun should be set by then.”

“When is he coming back?” Lois wanted to know. “I wore my best suit---these heels are painful, and the idiot doesn’t even have the decency to be here to greet me?” She narrowed her eyes, and if she’d been Kryptonian red laser beams would be shooting out. “I should head right back and forget about this meeting!”

Cordelia grinned and leaned closer to Angel. “Oooh, like her. She’ll keep Wesley on his toes.”

Angel seemed amused as well.

Just then somebody rushed through the door, face hidden behind the large stack of books he carried. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to acquire these ancient Sumerian texts?” The voice of one oblivious and frustrated Wesley Wyndam-Pryce could be heard. “And when I finally found them I had to haggle with this three armed Wusler demon who kept wanting me to exchange my arm for them instead of the currency---.”

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” Lois growled. “How long is it going to take for you to put down your books and notice that I’m here?”

Wesley froze immediately. “Lois?” His voice squeaked from behind the large, ancient, and apparently rare Sumerian texts. “Is that you?”

“No, it’s batman.” Lois glared at him as she removed two books from the pile in his hands so he could see the glare. “I go to all the trouble to wear heels and you don’t even notice I’m here!”

“What---what are you doing here?” He squeaked, eyes wide and on her. “You’re supposed to be here tomorrow, nottoday!”

Why am I here?!?!?” Lois growled before roughly replacing those books and stomping around him towards the door. “That’s it! I’m outta here! Good luck with the Oracles!” And with that she slammed the door and stormed away into the sunset.

“That bloody annoying woman.” Wesley groaned before dropping the books (to Cordelia and Angel’s wide-eyed surprise) and storming out after Lois.

“Did he---?” Cordelia begin.

“Drop books?” Angel finished, both looking at each other in horror.

“Okay, who was that and what did he do to Wesley?” Cordelia wanted to know, pointing towards the door that’d been slammed shut twice in a few minutes. “The Wesley we know, the real Wesley would never ‘disrespect the sanctity of the written word’!”

Angel was still staring in shock at the door.

“I mean, he nearly had a heart attack when I was using one of those things as a hand rest while I was painting my fingernails!” Cordelia continued.

While the two from Angel Investigations tried to get over their shock and horror, Chloe and Clark had sneaked outside into the darkening world and spied on the couple as Wesley caught up with Lois and grabbed her arm, flinging her around to face him.

Thus began another argument. Lois jerked her arm out of his hold and flung her hands around as she yelled at him, and Wesley began doing the same, eyes narrowed. Something he said must have hit a nerve because Lois snarled and her hand flew out to slap him, but Wesley proved to have amazing reflexes as he caught her wrist in his hand before it could make contact with his face.

Lois narrowed her eyes and tugged viciously at her wrist before Wesley snapped something, pulled her to him, and kissed her. The pretty brunette fought violently for about a minute before plastering herself against Wesley, turning them around and pushing him up against the side of the building.

Chloe and Clark turned to each other and grinned, having guessed Lois’ plan to get Wesley out by himself all along.

“Wow.” Cordelia’s voice whispered, and Clark and Chloe turned to see her and Angel out by them now that the sun was gone. “Who knew Wes learnt how to kiss?”

Angel snickered. “Maybe those disastrous kisses you two shared in high school were preparation?”

“Of course I’d be the practice dummy.” And yet Cordelia was smiling as she looked at them before turning to the newcomers. “Well, after they finally manage to break apart we should go, okay?”

Clark nodded, apparently excited.

Chloe sighed as she looked at him, hoping to god that whatever he learnt tonight didn’t break his heart.


Caritas the demon bar was nothing like Chloe had anticipated. It was bright and lively and cute. Demons of every kind were sitting and laughing together, not giving them a second glance, while a demon with sex eyes made a fool of himself up on stage with the karaoke while those below cheered him on despite his being extremely tune-deaf.

“Angelcake!” A loud, eccentric green demon with horns holding a Sea Breeze in his hand came towards them. “Long time no see! Cordelia, Wesley---oooh, who are these newcomers?”

“Lorne, these are some friends from ours in Kansas.” Angel announced, placing a hand on Chloe’s shoulder as if second nature. “They’re Chloe, Lois, and Clark.”

“I know her.” Lorne pointed to Lois. “I saw her last time Wes was forced up to sing.” He smiled at Lois, who was sending an embarrassed Wesley a grin. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“You too.” Lois smiled, obviously getting over her distrust of demons for now. “We’re actually here because we heard you could read futures, and our friend here really wants to know about a certain someone.”

Lois.” Clark glared at her.

What?” Lois asked back. “It’ll be best if he knows what to look for!”

“Why don’t I read the three of you?” Lorne offered generously. “Pick a table, order drinks, and the bravest go up and give us a rendition of any song!”

Chloe kept her eyes on Lorne suspiciously. She’d never known a demon as odd as him, and ever since she’d met Sam she’d been running into them frequently despite the fact that they’d been nonexistent before.

She closed her eyes as her heart hurt at Sam’s name in her head.

Chloe, stop it! You ended it! You’re strong, blonde and independent! You don’t need him! You can get along fine without a guy!

“Sweetcheeks,” Lorne’s voice was soft and worried as his hand pulled a strand of her hair out of her face, causing her eyes to open in surprise. “Whatever’s causing you so much pain? Forget about it! You’re in Caritas! There is only room for happy feelings here!”

Chloe was surprised at the tenderness in the demon’s touch. “O-ok.”

Her fundamental belief in demons was drastically changing as she sat down at a table with the others and drank a vodka and sprite while observing the vampires, demons and monsters around her having innocent fun.

This was---crazy.

Clark finally went up to the stage nervously, and after picking In The Real World by Roy Obison, began to sing in a wobbly voice, going out of tune more than once.

When the song was finished he stumbled off of the stage and headed towards Lorne, who was eyeing him oddly and sitting in a private sector of Caritas designated only for the host and those whom he’d read.

Chloe watched as Lorne spoke to Clark seriously, and the hope disappeared from Clark’s eyes, his head bowing. She wanted to cry for him, but kept strong when he raised his head and looked at Lorne intensely, nodding, agreeing with whatever it was the demon was telling him. Finally it was over and Clark got up, heading towards them.

Lois jumped up from the seat. “Okay, it’s my turn!” She sauntered up towards the stage, took the mic from its stand, and picked Physical by Olivia Newton-John. In seconds she had the crowd cheering and whistling as she strutted all over the stage singing and shaking her hips, flinging her hair back and forth saucily.

Wesley was stuck in his seat, eyes wide and glued on her.

“Hey Wes, can you take a hint?” Cordelia laughed and clapped loudly for Lois as the brunette on the stage sang the chorus of the song and gaze directly at Wesley, who looked like he was having problems swallowing.

“You know,” Chloe leaned towards the frozen male and whispered. “She’s a year older than us---so that means she’seighteen.”

Wesley gulped loudly.

Chloe grinned and leaned back against her seat, work done.

Finally the song ended (with a loud and insane amount of cheering and applause from the audience) as Lois sauntered off the stage, winked at a blushing Wesley, and going towards a shell-shocked Lorne.

They spoke a little longer than Lorne and Clark, Lois looking a mixture of perturbed and excited by the time she returned to the table and sat down next to Wesley, turning to Chloe. “It’s your turn.”

Chloe hesitated, looking up at the platform. “I don’t know Lois, you’re performance was a hard one to follow.”

“Go on, we both did it!” Lois gave her a friendly shove out of her seat.

Chloe stumbled slightly, glared at her cousin, and then took in a deep breath as she walked up to the stage and picked up the mic, looking through the list of songs.

Her green gaze fell upon a certain song and she shook her head, smile wry, and she picked it. Grabbing a chair off to the side of the stage, she brought it to the center and sat down, singing the words as the haunting music began.

You and me

We used to be together

Everyday together always

I really feel

That I'm losing my best friend

I can't believe

This could be the end

It looks as though you're letting go

And if it's real

Well I don't want to know”

She closed her eyes tightly when she felt the embarrassing tingling in her eyes that warned her that tears were forming. Maybe she and Sam hadn’t been together physically every day, but they’d done their best to talk or videochat every day, they used to be miserable if a day or more passed without communication…

And then Sam had just changed.

Don't speak 

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining 

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts 

Don't speak 
I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons 

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts”

The reason why she’d blocked Sam’s numbers and such was because she didn’t need him to be apologetic and gentlemanlike when he finally got back into contact with her to tell her that he’d fallen in love with someone else. She preferred to end it like this, on her terms---without hearing his voice say that he didn’t feel the same way for her anymore.

Our memories 

Well, they can be inviting

But some are altogether 

Mighty frightening 

As we die, both you and I 

With my head in my hands 

I sit and cry

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying 

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) 

Don't speak 

I know what you're thinking 

I don't need your reasons 

Don't tell me cause it hurts”

Chloe was so wrapped up in her song and in her feelings that she hadn’t noticed the fact that Caritas had gone deathly silent, every eye in the room focused on her, and those eyes were misting up at the heartbreak coming through her voice and piercing their hearts.

It was frightening how much she’d allowed herself to fall in love with him.

All she could think of was Sam, and it hurt.

It's all ending 

I gotta stop pretending who we are... 

You and me I can see us dying...are we?

Don't speak 

I know just what you're saying 

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) 

Don't speak 

I know what you're thinking 

I don't need your reasons 

Don't tell me cause it hurts

Don't tell me cause it hurts! 

I know what you're saying 

So please stop explaining”

Tears ran down her cheeks as she continued to keep her eyes closed, picturing Sam smiling and laughing, and then growing more and more distant until not even speaking to her anymore.

The tears continued to flow and her voice grew slightly hoarse.

Don't speak,

don't speak,

don't speak, 

oh I know what you're thinking 

And I don't need your reasons 

I know you're good, 

I know you're good, 

I know you're real good 

Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la 




Hush, hush darlin' 

Hush, hush darlin'

Hush, hush 

don't tell me tell me 'cause it hurts 

Hush, hush darlin'

Hush, hush darlin' 

Hush, hush

don't tell me tell me 'cause it hurts”

There was silence as she finished, and Chloe finally opened her eyes, gazing in horror at the audience, seeing tears that matched her own and knowledge on their faces.

Humiliated and horrified Chloe threw herself off of the stage and rushed away, Lois and Clark calling after her as she raced out of Caritas and lost herself into the darkness of the night before finally collapsing in a dark alley, drawing her knees to her chest and looking at her feet numbly.

She was there for she didn’t know how long, feeling so empty.

“I’ve never been moved to tears before during a performance.” Lorne’s voice was suddenly by her side as the demon appeared out of the darkness, Sea Breeze still in his hand as he leaned on the wall next to her. “Well, maybe out of pain because some of the people who go on my stage should never be given a mic, but not from sadness.

“I made a spectacle of myself.” Chloe whispered.

“No, you finally let people see a speck of the pain inside of you, cinnamon-bun.” Lorne sighed, turning to look at her. “Your pain reached everyone in Caritas, Chloe, not just me.”


“Don’t apologize, strawberry shortcake.” Lorne sighed tenderly. “Do you want to know what I saw when you sang?”

She was silent, hugging herself.

“Everything’s going to be alright.” He promised, finally giving up the battle between keeping his suit clean and sitting next to her on the ground, placing a green hand on her shoulder. “You’re going to have some tough battles in the future, and there are a lot of things in motion that involve you and those you love that you won’t know of until they happen, but in the end you will be okay.”

Chloe desperately wanted to believe him.

“Oh.” Lorne added as an afterthought. “And Sam’s going to find a way to get around the block you have on him.”

Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at his smiling, green face. How had the demon known about that?

“When he does, I’d listen to him if I were you.” Lorne advised.

A tremulous smile slowly made its way on Chloe’s face. “Everything’s going to be okay?”

“Yes, cupcake, everything will be okay.” Lorne nodded gently.

Chloe didn’t know why she trusted this demon, but she did, and she finally did something she’d been dying to do since the whole problem with Sam. She threw her arms around another person and broke down.

Lorne put down his Sea Breeze and hugged her close, letting her cry her heartbreak into his suit…and that’s how Lois and Clark found them.


Since there was little space for them to stay that night, the three friends separated for the night, each going to the home of one of the Fang Gang with the promise to talk about what Lorne had told them that night tomorrow after dealing with the Oracles.

Lois had told Wesley she was spending the night at his apartment, and the Brit had only been able to squeak and nod his head, Cordelia had then announced that she had no problem at all keeping Clark and had dragged him away with her before anyone could even react, so that’d left Chloe with Angel. Since they’d talked enough on the phone they were comfortable enough together and it really didn’t bother the vampire or the metahuman.

She and Angel spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, sharing stories of lovesick!Wesley and moonstruck!Lois. Somehow that conversation went to Angel’s ex-girlfriend (who he was still in love with) Buffy, and then onto Sam. They felt even more comfortable with each other after that as they could talk about their heartaches and bond because of it.

Chloe had then gone to bathe, and in the middle of her bath Angel stuck his head in the bathroom.

“Hey Chloe, your dad’s on the phone.”

“Angel, do you always barge into girls when they bathe?” She laughed, sticking her head out from behind the shower curtain.

Angel blushed. “Oh, I, uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t really think---.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Chloe laughed. “You just wanted to see little ol’ me naked, admit it.”

“Well, have to admit, the suit had me curious.” Angel chuckled.

Chloe grinned. She enjoyed their teasing.

Angel entered and passed her the phone. “Here you go.”

“Thanks Angel, you’ve been so good to me tonight, I don’t know what I would have done without you.” She brought the phone to her ear. “Hey daddy? Don’t worry, I found a place to stay here in L.A., I’m rooming with my friend Angel, remember I told you about him?”

There was silence…and then a dial tone.

Chloe blinked in surprise and checked the number that’d called. It had been her father’s number. “Hmmm. Must have gotten cut off, I’ll give him a call back when I finish bathing.”

Angel nodded and left.

Chloe tried calling her father again but his cell just rang and rang.

Shrugging, she cuddled up in the bed Angel had given up to her to sleep in, and fell asleep, dreaming of Sam and Jessica and Oracles and of Lorne warning her that there were still many difficult battles ahead.



27th-Feb-2009 09:17 pm (UTC)
what did loran see about clark and lois ? that was sam that called chloe with her dad's number omg . PPMS
28th-Feb-2009 12:15 am (UTC)
Well, you should find about what Lorne saw with Clark and Lois in either the next chapter or the NEXT. Not sure which, depends on how the part about the Oracles goes.
27th-Feb-2009 10:14 pm (UTC)
awesome chapter, was that Sam or someone else on the phone?! lol
28th-Feb-2009 12:15 am (UTC)
Now, that would be TELLING, wouldn't it? :P
27th-Feb-2009 11:41 pm (UTC)
Ooo, such intrigue. Who was on the phone? What did Lorne tell Clark and Lois? Are Cordy and Clark going to get it on? *grins* Awesome chapter and I'm dying to see what happens next!
28th-Feb-2009 12:16 am (UTC)
LOL, I don't see clark 'getting it on' with anyone for right now, he's still mending his broken heart after all and him doing anything else than being oblivious/brooding would be out of character. :D

28th-Feb-2009 07:15 am (UTC)
The first meetings were fabulous. Love Cordy's reaction to Clark. Is phantom Dennis gonna let Cordy and Clark into her apartment??? Wesley and Lois are hilarious!! Poor Chloe! *hugles her* What did Lorne tell Clark and Lois??? Love the bantering between Chloe and Angel. Is that who I thought it was on the phone??? Can't wait for more!!!
28th-Feb-2009 03:43 pm (UTC)
Clark always kinda reminds me of Angel (in the physical) and if Cordelia's first reactions to Angel were "salty goodness" I thought she'd have a similar reaction to Clark. You'll have to wait for the other chapters to find out the answers to your questions.
3rd-Mar-2009 01:19 am (UTC)
I love Lorne...he's got the best nicknames for people!!!

this was another great chapter...I hope everythings ok with Gabe!
3rd-Mar-2009 03:30 pm (UTC)
Gabe's fine, don't worry about that! And yeah, Lorne, I have such FUN writing him!
28th-Dec-2009 07:04 am (UTC)
Talk about heart-wrenching. Beautifully done. I wanted to cry with the song. As for Lois and Cordelia. They definitely would be perfect friends. They're a lot alike and almost cut from the same cloth. Great job.
28th-Dec-2009 07:33 am (UTC)
Aww! Thanks :D
30th-Mar-2011 01:46 am (UTC)
Oh I have a feeling it was Sam using her Dad's ID. :) As for Angel, sneaky guy. He's in love with Buffy, but he's still a guy. He can appreciate a hot intelligent blonde. :D
30th-Mar-2011 11:20 am (UTC)
LOL :) You're right.
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