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Potential Threats 3/7 
5th-Mar-2009 11:35 am
Title: Potential Threats
Sequel to: "Visiting The Oracles"
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy/Supernatural/Angel
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley
Rating: T-M
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Smallville, Buffy, Supernatural or Angel.
Summary: Graduation is now behind them and so much has happened since their visit to L.A. Chloe is so close to her finally fulfilling her and Sam's dream of going to be with him in Stanford---and yet never so far away. And finally those vague predictions about Lois'  future are about to come true...


The last two days had been thankfully baddie-free, so the gang had been able to concentrate on their daily lives. Chloe had finished moving her things into Sam’s nice-sized apartment and since she had yet to spend a night with him in the apartment (her father had wanted her to spend the last nights at home with him), she was getting nervous and anxious for tonight.

It would be the Halloween party…and the first night that she spent with Sam in their apartment…and she didn’t plan on sleeping, no matter how tired either of them may be.

The costumes she’d picked out for Sam and her flung over her arm, Chloe headed towards the apartment and while she was fishing for her keys in her bag, her phone began to ring.

Picking up the slim green device she flipped the lid open and placed it to her ear. “Chloe speaking.”

Chloster.” The voice on the other end was desperate. “Do something or I swear to God I’ll kill your cousin.”

Chloe tried to keep a laugh back valiantly at the pain in that voice.

Lois had held true to her threats and had blackmailed the boys the moment she’d been able to develop the pictures she’d kept hidden in her phone. Both had been horrified and hadn’t been able to look the other in the face when they’d seen the LARGE pictures, had avoided the other like the plague, and were currently Lois’ personal slaves.

“Don’t think I can’t hear you snickering.” Whitney Fordman accused with a little growl. “It’s not funny! She has pictures of Kent nearly violating me and I’m suffering because of it! I’m innocent I tell you! I shouldn’t be suffering in the same boat as that rapist!”

Chloe couldn’t help it, she laughed. What else was she supposed to do? Whitney was sputtering and stammering and so outraged.

Plus, the thoughts of Clark being a rapist were hilarious. The guy was still a virgin for crying out loud---something Whitney had never failed to tease him about in the past.

“You know, his fetish with tights makes so much more sense to me right now that I think about it.” Whitney went on in his rant.

Laughter bubbled up in Chloe’s throat again as she finally found her keys. Holding her phone between her ear and shoulder she opened the door. Entering the apartment she kicked the door closed behind her and walked towards the lit living room, where she found Sam reading on the sofa. “You’re really invested in this fetish of his, Whitney. It’s kinda suspicious.” She bent down and pressed a kiss to Sam’s lips and returned his smile as she went to the bedroom.

Invested?” Whitney sputtered indignantly.

“Shouldn’t you be getting dressed to dazzle us with your outfit?” Chloe wanted to know. “The party’s in an hour you know.”

There was a sigh. “Yeah, I know. Lane has me chauffeuring her and Wes.” The ex-footballer growled. “That man sold his soul and moved in with the devil.” And with that he cut off the phone call, obviously going to get ready.

Rolling her eyes and laughing at Whitney, Chloe placed the outfits and phone on the bed…gulp…and pulled off her coat, heading back to the living room and smiling at Sam, who seemed immersed in the book he was reading. Just from the cover of it she could tell it was ancient and in a language no person alive should know, and yet Sam was reading it as easily as if it were the Sunday comics.

“Hey you.”

He looked up and smiled at her, placing a bookmarker to mark the page he was reading before closing the book. “Hey.”

“So, what do dead men of centuries past have to offer that’s so interesting?” Chloe asked, sauntering towards the sofa and sitting down next to him, placing the heavy volume on her lap and browsing through the chicken scribble that they had had the nerve to call a language. “Ooh! Pictures!”

Sam laughed and threw his arm around her shoulders, leaning towards her, placing his fingers on a certain text, speaking the chicken scribbles out in a language that sounded like someone talking through a mouthful of peanut butter.

“Show off.” She pouted.

The brunette grinned, ducking his gaze, dark hair falling into his face. “Just a little.”

The blonde laughed at the admission. “Okay, in English, what did you read?”

“Loosely translated?” Sam asked. “Well, it’s actually a protection spell, for a building or meeting place. I was thinking of actually performing it on this apartment---just in case.” Removing the volume for her lap and motioning to a section at the bottom of the page, he smiled and looked up. “While you can’t buy the things you’d need to cast the spell in a supermarket, they’re still easy to find in---what?”

Chloe hadn’t realized that she’d been staring at him. “Sorry.” She blushed and looked away.

Sam blinked and closed the book. “What were you thinking about just now?”

“That I don’t know whether to feel admiration, pride or guilt.” The blonde admitted, turning towards him on the sofa, curling her feet under her. “When I met you, you were had left your dad and brother to get away from all of the supernatural shit in your life, and somehow during these two years I’ve dragged you back into it, haven’t I?” She sighed. “You’re looking up spells, and if it hadn’t been for your help we wouldn’t have been able to put down a lot of the baddies we have.” She paused, looking down at the carpet. “You haven’t had a good retirement from demon hunting since you met me.”

Sam was silent for a moment, watching her, before smiling. “You’re too cute, you know that?”

Not having expected that, Chloe looked up, eyes wide. “Huh?”

Sam laughed and shook his head. “I never really hated the supernatural aspect of my life, what I hated was how it interfered with me having a normal life. I wanted to be able to settle down with the one when I wanted, and that wasn’t going to happen the way I was leading my life at the time. Hell, I would be lucky if I was able to even catch aglimpse of the one with the way we hardly stayed one place longer than it took to kill the monster we were after.”

Chloe was surprised at this. Sam had never admitted to having liked battling evil before, she’d always thought it was something that’d been forced on him by his father---something he’d always resented.

“And now I have a calling.” Sam grinned brighter. “I have to keep you out of trouble. I’m your connection---.”

Chloe’s eyes widened. “To the Powers that Be.”

Sam blinked, scratching his head in confusion. “I was going to say to both a normal life and a help in your calling...”

“No. Sam.” Chloe whispered, looking up at him. “You’re my connection to the Powers that Be! It explains your dreams!” She got up, excited. “They told me that my connection would arrive soon and then you arrived but then with all the things that were happening at the time I just never sat down and thought about it but it’s true.” She turned to him. “Your dreams were warnings for me. Warnings from the Powers.”

Sam frowned, standing. “You---are you sure?”

Chloe frowned. “Not a hundred percent, but you and I are going to L.A. tomorrow. I need Lorne to read us. He’ll be able to answer the question---only him.”

Sam took in a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. “Are you sure you want to go to L.A.? Didn’t you tell me that Angel and the others are now working with Wolfram and Hart? The evil law-firm from hell?

“Yeah.” Chloe made a face, stomach going queasy at the reminder. “But Lorne’s the only one I trust with this.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, trusting her judgment. “I guess we won’t be going to that party then?”

“Huh?” Chloe asked, making a face at him. “Of course we’re going! I paid a lot of money for those costumes!”

Sam groaned, sitting down. “Oh well, it was worth a try.”


The Beanery’s lights were darkened, Halloween decorations filled the place, and music boomed as the youth of Smallville and a couple of the elder folks dressed up as their favorite monsters of characters in movies and books, dancing and enjoying themselves.

Chloe grinned as she watched Sam by the makeshift ‘bar’, getting drinks for everyone. Usually the Beanery didn’t sell alcohol, but it’d gotten a special license for this night had one the many flyers advertising this event they’d warned that anyone ordering liquor would have to present I.D.

“How did you manage to get Sam into a full-leather suit?” Lois was dying to know, pointing her rubber wand at the sinfully handsome Sam, who was getting a lot of looks from the female population of Smallville.

Chloe grinned. She and Sam were dressed as Jean Grey (or the Dark Phoenix---Chloe had a sense of humor too you know), and Scott Summers, or Cyclops. “Some things are better left secret.”

Wesley looked slightly uncomfortable with the conversation, fixing his robes. “The two of you are evil incarnate. Why do Sam and I put up with you two again?”

“The great sex?” Lois asked, batting her eyelashes innocently at him.

Wesley had been in the middle of sipping his tea at that moment and choked on it while Chloe burst out into laughter.

“Look at Smallville, who would have thought that he had it in him…when he wasn’t hyped up on red K of course.” Lois announced, pointing towards Clark, who’d forgone the tights. Apparently Whitney’s teasing had gotten to him, and he’d appeared dressed as Neo from the Matrix, the long coat opened and showing the formfitting shirt and leather pants he wore with combat boots beneath.

All the girls who’d ignored his existence in high school were flocking around him in gaggles like geese, all trying to get the suddenly hot Clark Kent’s attention.

And Clark looked terrified.

“He looks like he wishes he’d gone with the tights.” Chloe snickered, feeling a little guilty at laughing at her friend’s expense but it was just too comical not to.

Whitney, who’d been watching this development, looked sinfully amused at the alien’s situation before returning his attention to the girls flocking around him. Despite the fact that he was dressed as a zombie footballer (as promised), and had quit the football team before graduation, his football fame and good looks assured him a constant spot in the three most desirable bachelors of the girls in Smallville.

“What are we talking about?” Sam asked, returning with drinks for him and Chloe, placing an arm around the back of her chair.

“Costumes.” Wesley sighed.

“Is anyone surprised Lana came as a princess?” Lois asked no one in general, still scoping the people around her. “And Adam Knight coming as her Knight? It’s unoriginal. And tacky.”

“I think they look nice together.” Wesley announced truthfully, earning him an elbow in his ribs. “Lois! This is a free country!” He winced, rubbing his ribs. “I can have my own opinion you know—and watch your slayer strength! You nearly broke my rib.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my—I’m so sorry baby!” Her hands went to his stomach. “Are you okay? Did I do any permanent damage?”

Wesley looked at her in silence before chuckling softly to himself and shaking his head. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” She looked so worried it was comical. “We should take you to see a doctor just in case.

I’m fine.” Wesley picked up his cup of tea once more.

If Wesley was good enough for his tea he really was a hundred per cent fine, and Lois knew this, so she calmed down the moment she watched him drinking the Earl Grey.

“You wanna dance?” Chloe turned to Sam with a tempting smile.

He grinned at her and then his eyes narrowed before closing tightly in pain as he brought his hands to his head.

“Sam?” Chloe’s eyes widened as he crunched over, fingers digging into his skull, moans of pain escaping his lips. “What’s wrong?”

He only doubled over more in pain, tightening his grip on his head so much she was expecting to see blood any second.

“What’s going on?” Wesley asked.

“Is he okay?” Lois gasped.

Chloe did the only thing she could think of, she placed her hands over his and let out the heat of her healing powers. The power soaked into his skin, piercing his head, causing his face to go red, but at least his body was relaxing as the pain was leaving.

Sam leaned into Chloe, looking exhausted before his body finally relaxed completely and his arms went around her tightly, his face hidden in the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent erratically.

Sam?” Chloe whimpered, afraid.

“What happened?” Clark was suddenly by her side.

“Is he okay?” Whitney was next to him, worry of his face. “I saw him double over.”

“We’re going to get attacked.” Sam’s voice was muffled in Chloe’s neck and strained with pain.

“What?” Lois asked. “How do you know that?”

“How long have you been having visions.” Wesley asked, putting down his cup, voice grave.

“First time.” Sam winced as he pulled away from Chloe. “I’ve dreamt things before, but I’ve never seen something while I was awake.”

“How is this possible?” Whitney asked.

“Guys.” Chloe smiled weakly. “Meet the guy I’m sure is my connection to the Powers.”

Clark’s eyes widened. “Sam is the connection?”

“That’s what we’re thinking.” Sam groaned, hand to his head as he shook it slightly. “We don’t have much time. They should be here any minute.”

“What are we battling?” Lois asked, excited. “What did you see?”

“I---I’ve never seen anything like them before.” Sam admitted, looking at all of them. “But they were huge and reminded me of mutated frogs with teeth.”

Lois made a face. “Eew.”

Wesley stood. “Come, the weapons are in my car.”

Wesley had brought all of his weapons with him from L.A., and kept them under the false bottom in his trunk. When he’d moved to Smallville the gang had only been somewhat versed in hand-to-hand combat since Chloe, Whitney and Clark usually only relied on their powers and Lois didn’t get involved in the fights, but Wesley had changed that. He’d taken the four young adults and not only taught them to fight better in hand-to-hand situations, but had taught them how to use weapons as well.

The group headed out towards the deceptively common looking corolla and watched as Wesley opened the truck, got rid of the false bottom to display the array of different weapons hidden in his vehicle.

Everyone grabbed a weapon, and Chloe was shocked to find out that one of the many useful things John Winchester had taught his son was to fight with as many weapons as he’d gotten his hands on.

Sam tested the weight of the sword in his hand and did a couple of impressive hand movements, finally deciding he liked it.

Clark and Whitney’s eyes met for the first time since the whole cuddling thing and they rolled their eyes at the same time at Sam.

Lois grinned. “Good thing this is a costume party, with our luck everyone inside is going to think this is just part of the entertainment.” And with that they went back inside to wait for Sam’s vision to come true.


And did it ever.

At the strike of midnight the doors of the Beanery were thrown open and these large toad-like creatures burst through, salivating and roaring lion-like as they attacked the people in the party.

Chloe, Sam and the others charged, and the battle was fierce. There were just so many of the toad-like creatures.

Clark had one raised by its throat, using his superstrength to rip its throat away from its body, and then slashed with his sword at another charging at him.

He turned when he heard Whitney cry out.

Whitney had somehow lost his sword and two of the creatures had wound their tongues around his arms, slowly trying to tear him apart.

The blonde narrowed his eyes, wincing in pain, and surprised the creatures by grabbing hold of their tongues and squeezing tightly, making sure to have a good hold on them.

Sensing that there was something about this one that they hadn’t noticed before, the creatures tried to free their tongues, but it was too late. Whitney groaned and closed his eyes, his hands cackling as electricity shot out from him to the creatures.

The toad-like things screeched and their bodies jerked violently at the high voltage coursing through their bodies, before they exploded.

One of the disadvantages of Whitney power was that it drained him of energy whenever he used more than he was used to, and the blonde sunk to his knees, finally letting go of his hold on the tongues---which were the only things that still remained for the creatures.

“You okay Whit?” Clark asked, reaching out his hand.

“Yeah, ‘course I am.” Whitney would usually use this moment to tell Clark to stop being such a sissy, so it only proved how drained he was when he only placed his hand in Clark’s and let the super-strong alien help him to his feet.

Wesley and Lois were fighting back to back like a well-oiled machine, the young Slayer obviously enjoying herself in the heat of battle if her war cries and whoops had anything to say about it.

Sam was deeply concentrated in his fighting, his technique amazing. He’d slice and chop and pulverize the monsters attacked him, his mind body and soul into the fight.

He was made for this.

The only time he would get a little distracted was when he’d search for her in the middle of the battle to make sure that she was fine, and once he was sure Sam’s attention would return to the fight and he’d become the lean, mean, killing machine that was getting her really hot watching.

Why does slaying ALWAYS make me horny? Is it natural? And now that Sam’s here…it’s gotten ten times worse!

Chloe had noticed one of the men who’d been just innocently eating pie earlier grunting and fighting with the creatures as well. He’d picked up Whitney’s fallen sword and slashed off the head of the creature charging him, and while he’d disappear in the fray of the battle he always would reappear in her line of vision.

He was---really good.

When two creatures raced out of the Beanery he took after them, not noticing the four going after him. The guy was good, but there was no way he’d be able to take on six of those things alone.

Breathing in, Chloe hurried after them, following the sounds of fighting towards the alley, seeing the handsome sandy-haired man trapped between the six creatures.

Hey!” She called out, the creatures turning to look at her. “Six against one? I never liked school-yard bullies.”

“Get outta here gorgeous!” The guy called, obviously trying to protect her in his own way. “I can handle these punks.”

She liked his courage.

Summoning a ball of fire she threw it up in the air to better light up the dark night, smirking at the shock on both the guy’s and the creatures’ faces.

Chloe concentrated as her sword-hand overheated, causing the silver in her hand to turn orange like flames. This was something she’d been practicing for a while now, and was finally going to have an opportunity to try it out.

The blonde beckoned the creatures over with her finger.

The four that’d followed after the stranger roared and charged her, the two behind him would have done the same if he hadn’t turned to them and blocked their advance.

“Not getting passed me, you fugly bastards.” He promised as he began to fight them in the now well-lit area thanks to the green ball of fire hovering over their heads.

Chloe laughed at the cheek of the stranger before she sliced at the first of the monsters to reach her, it’s head sliding off with the smell of burnt skin filling the night. She put the stranger out of her mind, body going on autopilot as she dodged and swung, limbs coming off the creatures as they screamed and attacked with more fury.

Twirling out of the way of a tongue that flew towards her, Chloe stomped down on it with her heel and swung her sword, burning/cutting it off and turned in time to block the attack the creature behind her had begun while she’d had her back to it.

Shoving the burning steel into the creature’s stomach, Chloe jerked it down and out, watching as the creature’s guts fell out of its body before the toad-thing fell to the ground.

A scream behind her caused her to turn to see that the one she’d cut the tongue off had been about to swing at her head when a sword had pierced its heart from behind. The creature collapsed dead, and the stranger appeared from behind it, pulling the sword out.

“Thanks.” She smiled, wiping at the sweat on her forehead, relaxing slightly now that they’d finished off the six in the alley, and the quiet in the air proving that the others had finished the ones in the Beanery.

“Had to even out the scores between us.” He smirked, eyeing the sword. “This is really good, where did you and your friends get it?”

“Where did you learn how to use it?” Chloe countered, eyes him suspiciously. Sure he’d helped them, but why? And why hadn’t he freaked out like the rest of those at the Beanery?

“Every guy’s gotta have a secret, right?” The man grinned handsomely. “It adds to the essence of mystery that just brings in the ladies.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Chloe snorted, shaking her head before sighing. “Look, thanks for helping---even though it was stupid of you to go out alone after two of them. It was obviously a trap.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “You usually insult the people you thank?”

“Nope.” Chloe laughed. “Just you.”

He smirked at her. “Let me introduce myself, I’m---.”

Dean?” A surprised voice asked from behind Chloe.

Chloe turned to see a blood-covered Sam standing behind her, eyes wide and on the stranger. The blonde gasped, turning back to Dean, suddenly realizing who he was.

Sammy!” Dean Winchester smiled brightly at his younger brother, waving with one hand while resting the sword on the back of his shoulders in a leisurely way with the other. “‘Sup lil’ bro?”


5th-Mar-2009 04:50 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you've finally introduced Dean. I was waiting for that.
5th-Mar-2009 05:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah, a LOT of people were waiting for the other Winchester to finally make an appearance.
5th-Mar-2009 06:49 pm (UTC)
nice story really glad tht u added dean on it.

liked the comedy meeting him and cant w8 4 a sequel
5th-Mar-2009 06:54 pm (UTC)
Everyone were begging for Dean to make an appearance and I couldn't just ignore them like that! lol
Glad you like and hope you continue to like it!
5th-Mar-2009 09:38 pm (UTC)
Yay for Dean showing up!! Chloe is so wicked cool. Thank you so much for posting today, it was the perfect way to procrastinate writing my History paper that is due tomorrow *grins*
5th-Mar-2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
hahaha! Don't procrastinate! *shakes finger at you*
5th-Mar-2009 09:52 pm (UTC)
*hangs head* I'm almost done. I'm thinking about rewarding myself by re-reading "The Cave" (I seriously love that story). I have been re-reading "Chloe's Supernatural" but ever since I went to the movie store a couple of days ago and saw The Cave there, I've been having a massive urge to re-read you absolutely kiss ass fic.
5th-Mar-2009 09:51 pm (UTC)
*gasp* I was: is that Dean?? I think it's Dean!! I mean who else would be eating pie when there's monsters attacking?? And it was. YAY!!

So I guess that means no dirty celebration??? *sigh*

5th-Mar-2009 09:54 pm (UTC)

"I mean, who else would be eating pie when there's monsters attacking??"

I read that line and burst out LAUGHING---which is bad because I'm still at work! lol

Yep, no dirt celebration----YET.

Edited at 2009-03-05 09:55 pm (UTC)
6th-Mar-2009 09:20 am (UTC)
I read that line and burst out LAUGHING---which is bad because I'm still at work! lol

It's only fair you had me gasping for air in chapter 5.

Yep, no dirt celebration----YET.

*huffs* You might want to hurry, because the Chleaner in me may try to beat up the Chlamer and start demanding Chlean.
5th-Mar-2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
Awesome Dean entrance! ♥

I liked the idea of Chloe & Sam's costumes =D

Amazing chapter [as always]!!
5th-Mar-2009 09:56 pm (UTC)
Yeah, everyone wanted a little Dean (and I was missing him) so I'm like, what the hell?
5th-Mar-2009 10:40 pm (UTC)
Yey!!!! Oh no! Now I'm gonna want it to be Chloe/Dean...no I will stand firm, Sam/Chloe all the way.
5th-Mar-2009 11:52 pm (UTC)
hahahahahaha! The inner battle all Winchullivan fans face! Dean/Chloe or Sam/Chloe?
6th-Mar-2009 05:15 am (UTC)
cool dean's there. lois is evil doing that to clark and whitney but lol cool also . loved lois' banter about lana and adam lol . going to read chapter 4 now.
6th-Mar-2009 12:39 pm (UTC)
yep, for some reason, despite the fact that cannon Lois is always singing Lana's praise, MY Lois can't really stand her....it usually happens that way, I'm not sure WHY.
28th-Dec-2009 07:40 am (UTC)
Yay for Dean. Not surprising he's hitting on Sammy's girlfriend. XD Nice entrance for him by the way.
28th-Dec-2009 07:57 am (UTC)
Thanks, I had been waiting FOREVER to bring in everyone's favorite pie-loving hunter :D
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