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Visiting The Oracles 4/6 
28th-Feb-2009 07:40 pm

Title: Visiting The Oracles
Sequel to: Weekend in Stanford
Fandoms: Smallville/Angel/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley,
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, Angel or Supernatural.
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.


Clark Kent sat down in the small space in Angel’s apartment, looking out through the only window the place had. It was night once more and Chloe had been unconscious for a couple of hours, Sam by her side keeping her roasting fever down by running a wet rag over her body.

The alien took in a deep breath and continued to look out at the moon. There were so many things going through his mind at that moment that they all merged into one---Sam’s angry explanation that shocked both him and Lois but made so much sense, Lorne’s words from the night before, the Oracle’s words from this morning---everything.

Most of his thoughts pointed to one conclusion.

He’d sorely fucked up.

Closing baby blue eyes, Clark sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool of the glass. He still didn’t regret giving Lana life when it was indirectly his fault that hers had been taken from her---but what had the Oracle said? About Lana’s life already having been stretched longer than the Annals of Time had written?

Did that mean that she should have died long before then? Were all those times Clark had saved her from death him just fighting against destiny trying to make things right?

His heart hurt at the thought of Lana no longer being in this world. He loved her. He’d always loved her---never ever saw another woman in the same light.

But he had to put away the things of a lovesick child away. Because of him he’d gotten the two most important people in his life enlisted in some holy war that promised to be hell, and he needed to concentrate on using the one power he had left to helping them and the cause.

He would never give them the opportunity of regretting doing this for him. He’d be there for Chloe and Lois in any way possible.

His closed eyes tightened even further.

It was finally time to let Lana go.

“Hey, you okay?” A soft hand came down on his shoulder.

Pulling away from the window Clark opened his eyes and turned to gaze down at a concerned Cordelia Chase. He really didn’t know what to think about her. During the first part of the night at her apartment she’d spent the time either flirting shamelessly with him or scalding her pet ghost---called Phantom Dennis---who hadn’t seemed to like Clark all that much.

Then she’d asked why they were going to see the Oracles and Clark had told her the truth. Somehow the whole story with Lana and the demon came tumbling out of his lips. He’d recounted Chloe’s having to face the last Zoners on her own, her deaths, and his and Lois’ terror that she wouldn’t live through another death.

Something in Cordelia had changed by the end of the story. All flirtation was gone and replaced was the woman that now stood before him, serious, concerned.

“Yeah.” Clark nodded, smiling down at her as best as he could.

“Oh, big guy, that smile doesn’t reach your pretty eyes.” Cordelia sighed, reaching up on her tiptoes and brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Chloe’s going to be alright, you don’t have to worry so much about her. I’ve only known her this long and I can see that she’d going to pull out somehow.”

“I know.” Clark agreed, returning his gaze out of the window. “It’s just, I’m too weak.”

She chuckled softly. “I saw you punch a hole in a sewer wall, I doubt the truth to that statement.”

He knew she was trying to make him smile, and he only did so because of her effort. “Cordelia, I used to be able to run faster than a speeding bullet, jump over entire building with a single leap. I could hear conversations miles away, see through things, set things on fire with lasers that came out of my eyes…now I’m just strong. I gave all that up---and for what? For a girl who can’t even look me in the face anymore?”

“You did what you’re heart told you to, Clark, and I admire that more than you can imagine.” Cordelia announced. “You should be relieved that you have such good friends. They went through all this trouble to help you—there are few people who would do that.”

“I know.” Clark nodded with a grin before he sighed. “You know, it took me with all my powers to be able to keep up with Chloe. I’m kinda worried that even with my strength back I’m only going to be a hindrance to her.”

“That’s stupid boy logic.” Cordelia sniffed in disgust.

He chuckled at her as a comfortable silence fell upon them.

Cordelia nudged him slightly with her shoulder and moved closer when he made a space so she could look out with him at the moon.

“Lorne, when he read me last night, he said that I’d had this amazing destiny.” Clark didn’t know why he was telling Cordelia first before Chloe or Lois, but somehow it felt right. “He said that in the future I was supposed to become this sort of superman who could fly on top of everything else I used to do, and protected Metropolis and the world.”

“Wow.” Cordelia gasped, turning to look at him as she leaned on the window frame. “Superman, huh?”

“Something like that.” Clark made up his face, not exactly liking the name. “He said that I was supposed to have gone to work at the Daily Planet as a journalist of all things and, in time, marry Lois.”

“Wesley’s Lois?” Cordelia made a face.

“Yeah, I was shocked about that too.” Clark chuckled. “If Lois and I ever got married we’d probably kill each other.” He shook his head, still chuckling before going serious once more. “But I messed up this great and glorious future by holding onto Lana even though I shouldn’t have, even though he says deep down inside I knew she wasn’t the one. And when I went and sold my powers for her---sold my destiny for her---everything changed.”

Cordelia was silent for a moment, neatly plucked eyebrows nearly touching in a frown. “Well, it’s no use crying over spilled milk. What’s done is done, and if you really feel responsible for all that’s going to go to hell around here all you can do is do your best to be there when we’ll need you, just like we will you, because in the end all we’ll have are our true friends.”

Clark turned and looked at her for a second, amazed that she hadn’t tried to give him comforting words but had been straight-forwards and a little harsh.

She didn’t realize how much he appreciated that.

“Did he see anything about your changed future?” Cordelia wanted to know. “You’re---still not married to Lois right? Because Wes really wouldn’t like that.”

Clark chuckled. “No, Wes can be at ease. With our lives now it’s impossible for anything between me and Lo.” He paused for a second. “Lorne did say that something’s going to happen soon though, and that we all had to be ready.” He paused. “And that I would find someone, but it might take a little time.”

“Well there’s hope then, cheer up. I can only put up with one handsome hulk brooding all the time and it’s only because Angel pays me that I put up with him.” She ordered as she nudged him with her shoulder.

Clark smiled down at her and found himself laughing.


In the kitchen, Lois sat on the counter, looking down at the tiles and listening to Wesley as he went through Angel’s fridge.

“All I can find here is blood and donuts.” Wesley announced as he pulled out the plate with donuts and passed it to her. “Here, eat something. That pizza we ordered can’t have been enough to fill you.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Lois laughed softly, reaching for a chocolate covered donut and took a bite out of it, chewing slowly.

“No, of course not.” Wesley shook his head as he leaned back against the counter next to her. “You’d beat thestuffing out of me if I ever did.”

“You bet your cute British ass I would.” Lois smiled when she saw the way he was blushing at that comment. “Tell me something.” She swallowed another bite. “The reason you nearly ran away from me last night in your apartment. Is itreally because you want to ‘take this slow’ and ‘get to know each other personally better’ before doing anything---or are you just a virgin?”

Wesley erupted in a fit of coughs.

Lois’s grin grew wide. “Wesley, are you a virgin?”

One.” He turned to her, fixing his glasses on his nose, scowl in place. “I did not ‘run’ from you last night. I merelysuggested that relationships based on the physical never go anywhere.”

“Yeah, you pointed that out while making sure your chair was safely between us.” Lois laughed as she remembered. “And how can you say that our relationship could be based on the physical? We’ve been in contact for almost a yearand we only finally met each other face to face yesterday.”

Two,” Wesley continued as if she hadn’t said a word. “I am most certainly not a virgin. I’ll have you know that it’s been many years since I’ve lost that.”

“Well, I’ll have you know that I am a virgin.” Lois’s voice was pure accusation. “I’m eighteen, Wesley, and a virgin. Do you know how abnormal that is in this day and age?”

Wesley’s mouth was opening and closing without a sound, his face completely red.

Jumping off of the counter, Lois finished the donut and turned on the Brit, who still wasn’t getting anything out. “Chloe, Clark and I are the only virgins I know---and they’re both sixteen still. I’m eighteen. I’m legal.

Wesley gulped loudly as she cornered him against the counter. “Lo-Lo-Lo---.”

“Now, the ball’s your court. Either you take it or someone else will.” She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know what’s in my future, Oracles and Empathy demons like to be annoyingly vague, but I know something big is coming, and if it’sdeath I don’t want to have gone without becoming a woman.” Her eyes trapped his. “And I want you to make me one.”

Wesley’s face had gone serious, his eyes narrowed as they surveyed hers. “Are you sure about this? Sure that you won’t regret it afterwards?”

Regret it?” She snorted. “I’m fully ready to rape you if you still won’t even consider it.”

Wesley closed his eyes and chuckled in amusement, shaking his head at her as he opened his eyes once more. “Lois, this isn’t a laughing matter.”

“I know. You’re killing me.”

The ex-watcher smiled tenderly at her, reaching out and dragging the brunette against his chest, resting his chin against the top of her head. “You want to tell me what the Oracles and Lorne told you that has you like this?”

Lois sighed, her hands going around his waist, resting her cheek against his beating heart, hating the fact that she was blushing scarlet. “Last night, when I got off of the stage, Lorne told me that my role in the future had changed, that certain things in the past, and certain things in the future, had changed for me and that I was now going to take a more active role.”

“Active role?” He murmured.

“I know, I asked the same.” Lois replied, closing her eyes as he tightened his hold around her. “Lorne was annoyingly vague about it, but from what he did say I know that something big is going to happen to me soon that’s going to change my life, and I don’t have a clue as to what it is.”

“Well, I doubt it’s death if you’re going to have an ‘active role’ in the future. That makes it sound like you’re going to be important in the coming battles---and you have to be alive for that to happen.”

She relaxed, not having thought of it that way before. “You still have to sleep with me though.”

“Soon.” He promised, mirth in his voice. “Just not now.”

“You know, somehow this conversation is completely backwards.” Lois grumbled into his shirt. “You’re supposed to be the hound dog begging for sex and I’m supposed to be the coy tease.”

“I’m sure it’ll come to that soon enough.” Wesley promised, as if sure that’d appease her.

It did.

Breathing in his scent, enveloping herself in his heat, Lois smiled. “I promised myself I wouldn’t say anything corny, but I don’t want you to ever let me go. I like it in your arms.”

There was a moment’s silence before Wesley kissed the top of her head. “I like you there too.”

They stayed like that in silence, just enjoying the feel of the other.


Angel was out on the roof of the building, looking at the stars and thinking of all that’d happened these last two days. Not only had they finally met Lois Lane---the one woman who had Wesley madly in love with her without having even truly met her---but they’d met Chloe and Clark and become friends with them as well.

Angel had to admit he had a special fondness for Chloe, and it wasn’t only because of his apparent weakness when it came to blondes. She was smart, spunky, and an all-round nice girl who reminded him of Buffy. Both girls were dealing with a destiny thrust upon them unwanted and were doing their best to do those destinies proud, no matter what it cost them in their personal lives.

He’d also, if only for a while, been able to share in heartache with her. He knew he’d never truly be over Buffy, and he’d known from the look on her face and the pain in her voice that Chloe felt the same way about Sam Winchester.

But things were looking good for the young couple.

Angel smiled as he rubbed his jaw and remembered what the young Winchester had told them when Clark and Lois had refused to let him be with Chloe because of his apparent betrayal. The truth had shocked everyone, and when he was finished no one stood in his way as he went to Angel’s room to be with and unconscious Chloe to be with her until she woke up.

Angel had heard a lot about the Winchesters, they killed a lot of demons around and he’d heard about the younger one leaving them---it’d been a big conversation starter, so it was interesting to meet the young man behind the stories.

Also, someone who’d been bred to kill demons---even vampires---wasn’t exactly someone he wanted hating him. Angel realized where the young Winchester got the idea that Chloe and him had slept together, he’d been the one calling from Chloe’s father’s cellular all along.

The vampire remembered Sam’s dark fury as he accused Angel of taking advantage of an emotionally vulnerable Chloe. Angel didn’t know which emotion had been stronger on the boy’s face when Cordelia had laughed and blurted out all the facts about Angel’s ‘happiness clause’---relief or joy.

He’d been obviously terrified that he’d lost Chloe, and the relief that he might still have a chance---it’d actually made Angel smile---and think.

That was why he was now up on the roof, looking down at his cellular---at Buffy’s number in his cellular. He wanted to press the ‘send’ button, to have the same braveness Sam must have had to come to a place he didn’t know and fight for the woman he loved---even though he was sure she’d moved on.

His finger hesitated over the button and he closed his eyes, scoffing in disgust.

Come on! He was Angel the vampire! He could do this!

Still he hesitated.

His phone began to vibrate, shocking him with surprise.

Brown eyes widened when he saw the name on the caller i.d.



“A gift for you, Chief Champion.”

Jolting in bed with a gasp, Chloe’s hand went to her heart, the female Oracle’s voice echoing in her head, the pain of the male’s hands going around her heart piercing as if it were happening at that very second.

“Chloe! Chloe!” Sam’s voice could be heard and he was suddenly sitting on the side of her bed, arms going around her as he pulled her to him. “Shhhh. Calm down. It’s only a bad dream. Everything’s fine now.”

“He still has my heart!” Chloe cried, hysteric, clutching handfuls of his shirt, shaking, terrified. “He’s still grabbing my heart!”

“No, honey, no one’s touching you but me.” Sam whispered in a soothing voice as he caressed her hair. “I’m here, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You’re safe.”

The ghost pains faded away and Chloe finally calmed thanks to the sound of his voice, feeling stupid for how she’d acted. The blonde pulled away from Sam, looking at him warily, leaning against the bed-head. “What are you doing here Sam?”

Sam winced before taking in a deep breath. “I probably deserve that.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Before anything, let me clear just one thing. I love you, Chloe Sullivan, and there’s nothing between me and Jessica.” He paused, a small smile curving those still beautiful lips. “If it makes you feel any better, the only reason she talks to me is because she wants to know if I’ve heard anything new on Clark. She’s been kinda in love with him ever since waking up in the hospital that day and he was looking down at her.”

Chloe was silent for a moment. “That’s more than one thing.”

“Huh?” He asked, obviously not getting the reaction he’d expected.

“You said you needed to clear one thing.” Chloe reminded him, face still impassive. “That’s more than one.”

“Um, yeah, you’re right.” Sam agreed, rubbing his thumbs and fingers together nervously. “I know that it doesn’t begin to excuse my behavior the last couple of weeks, but I didn’t really stop to think how you might take it. I just wanted to keep it a secret and I knew that if I talked to you, Lois or Clark it’d somehow slip out---and you know that Clark and Lois are useless when it comes to keeping secrets from you.”

Chloe sat up straighter in bed, frowning slightly at him, confused and not exactly sure where he was going with this.

“Jessica kept appearing asking about Clark and what I’d heard about him and if he was still with the girlfriend I’d told her he had, and she found out and said she’d help.” Sam sighed, leaning forwards in the bed and almost reached out to hold Chloe’s hand but stopped at the last minute. “At first I declined her help but then I thought---I really don’t understand the female psyche---Jessica could give me an inside view and some female advice.”

By now Chloe was more upset about how confused she was than with Sam. What in the world was he talking about? What didn’t he want her to know about but didn’t mind Jessica knowing? And helping?

“I’m sorry, it was stupid of me not to realize how it would seem to you, it’s just that, I can’t imagine myself with anyone else and I sometimes forget that—I don’t know, you mightn’t be as sure of my feelings.” Sam was blushing and looking away. “I only got it the other night, and Jessica came over to look it over and give her womanly approval, make sure it was perfect, and then Clark calls and tells me that you’re breaking up with me.”

“What?” Chloe asked, eyes narrowing. “Clark did what?”

“Yeah.” Sam smiled weakly at her. “He called, told me off for what I’d done, and informed me that my relationship with you was over. Only after talking to him did I realize what you thought was going on.”

Chloe sighed, that was just like Clark. He was too much of a protective older brother.

“I tried getting in contact with you but what Clark had said was true---you’d block me completely.” Sam gulped and looked away. “So I got on the first flight to Metropolis and drove to Smallville to talk to you myself.”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she jerked to look at him in shock. “You went to Smallville?”

“Yep, met your dad too.” Sam smiled grinned at the memory. “Of course, you were gone by then, but it gave me time to talk to your father. He already knew who I was because of you apparently, and when I told him what’d happened he gave me his blessing and his phone. Said you wouldn’t have blocked his number.”

Chloe felt her mouth fall open. Who knew her father was that cunning?

“So I call you, and the phone is answered by a guy.” A muscle in Sam’s cheek jumped and he took in a deep breath. “Not only that, but he walks in while you’re showering and I hear the most disturbing conversation between the two of you. You were flirting with him…in the shower.”

“Sam, there’s nothing between me and Angel.” Chloe whispered.

“I know that now.” He chuckled slightly. “But then? I thought you’d gone and rebounded on this guy. I wanted to killhim for touching you, I--.” He closed his eyes and breathed in again, calming down, before continuing. “I called again a few hours later when I’d calmed down with Gabe’s help and this guy answered again. I got his address out of him and took the first flight out to L.A---your father actually helped me with the ticket because by then my money was running low.”

Chloe couldn’t believe it. Her father had always joked about her becoming a nun so he wouldn’t have to be sent to prison for killing her boyfriends---and yet he’d gone out of his way to help Sam.

“So I get here, and it’s early morning when I ring the doorbell and hide to see what would happen. To get a bearing of the situation.” Sam paused. “And you come out half naked, wearing his shirt, laughing with him and talking about being exhausted and keeping up with demon stamina.”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she realized how that could have been taken.

Yeah.” He interpreted her look and nodded. “I went out for a walk to cool down but by the time I’d come back you two had already left, so I waited for you to return, and when you did he had his arm around you. At the time I didn’t realize it was because you were about to faint. All I knew was that I thought he’d taken you from me and I just wanted to kill him. So I hit him.”

“And told him to stay away from your woman.” Chloe remembered, a small smile fighting its way onto her face valiantly.

Sam nodded, not noticing this. “I’m sorry.”

“For what exactly?” Chloe asked, still fighting the smile.

“For everything. For being an insensitive jerk, for not thinking of your feelings---even for hitting your friend.” Sam paused. “No, wait, he shouldn’t have walked in on you in the bathroom. So I’m not sorry about that.”

Chloe couldn’t help it, she laughed.

Hope filled those green/blue eyes as Sam rummaged in his pocket. “I know it’s tomorrow, but I think there’s no better time than now for this.” He pulled out a jewelry case and passed it to her. “Happy Birthday.”

Chloe’s eyes widened and she froze before finally reaching for the jewelry case and taking it into her hands, hesitantly opening it to reveal a beautiful white gold ring with a diamond heart.

“It’s a promise ring.” Sam spoke softly. “It was a bit expensive, and I had to take more odd jobs than I knew I could handle at once to afford it, but I worked myself to the bone for two weeks and got enough money to buy it for you.”

“Oh my God.” Chloe whispered as she gazed at it. “It’s---it’s beautiful.”

“You know, promise rings date back to the 16th century.” Sam said in what was supposed to be a casual tone. “It was given to a romantic partner to signify a commitment to a monogamous relationship,” he hesitated. “Often as a precursor to an engagement ring.”

Chloe’s wide eyes jerked up form the ring to his face. “What---?”

“Of course we aren’t going into that topic right now.” Sam hurried to continue. “But…but we always call what we have ‘this thing’, and I thought---it was about time---that we defined it.”

Chloe couldn’t stop the tears that were forming in her eyes.

Sam cleared his throat nervously. “Chloe Ann Sullivan, will you be my girlfriend---officially?”

She giggled and nodded desperately before leaning forwards and throwing her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

God, I love you too.” Sam pulled her in tighter, pressing kisses to her hair, cheeks, nose, and then he looked deep in her eyes before closing his and pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that expressed his love and devotion.

Chloe closed her eyes and groaned into the kiss, leaning as much into him as physically possible, their tears making their kiss salty…the jewelry box with the promise ring forgotten on the bed.



1st-Mar-2009 01:08 am (UTC)
AWWEEE!!!! ♥ Yay Chlam kiss! And a promise ring ♥

And ooh, I wouldn't mind Clark/Cordy! ;D lol
1st-Mar-2009 02:03 pm (UTC)
Ok, so you're more of a clordy than a cless shipper?
1st-Mar-2009 03:46 pm (UTC)
Yup ;D
1st-Mar-2009 03:07 am (UTC)
Woohoo, two updates in one day!! Yay for Sam turning out to not be a dick. The whole promise ring thing is so sweet. I'm also in favour of a Cordy/Clark relationship in the future. Awesome job and I can't wait to see what happens next.
1st-Mar-2009 01:58 pm (UTC)
I really don't see Sam EVER being a dick---it's like not in his genetic makeup. Dean is a dick---but we all love him anyway! lol
1st-Mar-2009 03:30 am (UTC)
awwwww when sam gave chloe the pomise ring i almost melted and im crying too. it was so sweet . loved it all PPMS
1st-Mar-2009 01:59 pm (UTC)
aawwww! I didn't wanna make you CRY! *looks around guiltily*
1st-Mar-2009 11:12 am (UTC)
So, who is going to be the connection between TPTB and the SV gang?? At first I thought Lois, then maybe Jessica and then I read other's feedback about maybe Sam, so who is it???

*giggles* Love the reaction of Clark when he was told that his future was to be at the DP and married to Lois.

Sam is just a sweetheart.
1st-Mar-2009 02:00 pm (UTC)
You won't find out who'll be the connection to TPTB in this story, maybe in the next one in the series---though I'm still not sure about that either.
1st-Mar-2009 12:50 pm (UTC)
awwww! that is so sweet! quiproquos are always fun lol so lois and clark have now different destinies? intriguing, and wesley is such a gentleman

aaaaah i love this part
1st-Mar-2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
Yep! Lois and Clark HAD been destined, but Clark screwed up his Superman destiny so their destinies aren't together anymore. And Wesley---I just see him like that with Lois--especially since she's only eighteen and he's almost always shown himself to be the perfect english gentleman.
3rd-Mar-2009 02:09 am (UTC)
oh yay!!!!!!!! They're together...yippeee! this was another great instalment...cannot wait to see what happens next! Great job!
3rd-Mar-2009 03:31 pm (UTC)
Well, I'm finishing up the next chapter so you shouldn't have to wait TOO long to find out! :D
28th-Dec-2009 06:43 am (UTC)
So Jess is now meant for Clark? Very nice, very nice indeed. I love all the couples circling. Not like Yellow Eyes could take Chloe from Sam, she'd just come back. I am enjoying the Promise Ring situation, it seems very Sam.
30th-Mar-2011 02:12 am (UTC)
Awww that's so sweet. He's been working non-stop for two weeks! And haha, he apologized for hitting Angel, until he remembered why he was so mad and took it back. ;)
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