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Potential Threats 5/7 
8th-Mar-2009 02:19 pm
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 incessant ringing of the doorbell awakened Chloe. The blonde groaned, turning in bed and frowning when she saw Sam’s side empty and a note on the pillow.

Dean and I went out for a little time to talk and I promised to show him around Smallville. Will be back soon. Love you---you look beautiful as you sleep.

Groaning at the thought of him watching her while she snored and drooled, Chloe dragged herself out of the bed and somehow got herself to the door. “I’m coming already! Stop ringing!” Feeling sympathy for Lorne earlier that morning, Chloe looked through the peephole, blinked in surprised, and looked through again just to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating the view on the other side of the door.

Opening the door, hair still messed from sleep, Chloe stared at the person on her doorstep. “Lana? What are you doing here? How did you know I lived here? I only moved in last night.” She could suddenly understand Sam’s surprise with seeing Dean the night before.

“Chloe, can I please come in?” Lana looked around, nervous. “I really need to talk to you. I need your help.”

Confused and intrigued, Chloe stepped out of the way and watched as Lana looked around with a shake of her head before turning to Chloe, eyes wide and frightened.

“Adam tried to kill me.”

Well, to be truthful, it was only a matter of time before it happened. Lana’s boyfriends had a tendency of either going insane and trying to kill her before getting killed themselves, or going insane and trying to kill her and ending up in Belle Reeve.

Clark and Whitney had to have been the only ones to have survived the Curse of the Lang---and that was probably because they’d been dumped before it could take root in them.

Of course, Chloe didn’t point this out to the terrified brunette. “Adam tried to kill you.”

“Yes!” Lana cried, looking around her as if expecting him to jump out at her. “I don’t know why! We were fine until last night with the attack of those things! He got bitten by one and this morning I get out of the bathroom and find him in my room talking nonsense about eggs and fertilization and eternal life!” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Then he tried to stab me with this dagger! I only got away because Aunt Nell called that she was going to work and he got distracted. I hit him over the head with my Hello Kitty piggy bank and made a run for it!”

Chloe blinked, leaning against the wall, arms folded over her chest.

Even for Lana that was interesting.

Then again, she had had bug-boy after her.

And a guy who’d eaten his own mother was really hard to beat.

“And you came here to me and not the police because…” She wasn’t being mean or rude, Chloe was honestly curious.

“Because this isn’t normal or meteor related and the two of us know it.” Lana’s face went serious, conflict in her dark eyes. “This is supernatural, like, like, like that de-de-de-thing that k-k-k, that hurt me.” She took in a deep breath. “The police won’t be able to do anything, but you and your group will be able to do something, and you’re the leader, so that’s why I came to you.”

“Actually, I’m not the leader anymore.” Chloe admitted, noticing how relieved she sounded as she said that. She’d never liked the position but had had to be leader because Lois wouldn’t have it and Clark thought himself insufficient for the job, but now that Wesley had joined them Chloe had turned the leadership of the team to him happily.

“Chloe, I need help.” Lana ignored that, pleading, voice trembling. “Something must have infected Adam after he got bitten last nigh and now he wants to kill me! You have to un-infect him or something!”

Hanging her head with a deep intake of breath, Chloe pushed away from the wall. “Let me bathe and we’ll go over to Wes and Lois’. Wes is our new leader, and he might know what happened to Adam and if there’s a reversal.”

“Thank you, Chloe!” Lana cried out, eyes shining.

“No problem, Lana.” Chloe responded as she went to bathe.


“It was only a matter of time.” Lois announced without remorse as she sat with Wesley, Chloe and Lana in the living room after the whole story had come out of the scared young woman in their midst. “What is it with you and picking psychopaths?”

Lois.” Wesley apparently still hadn’t gotten over his resentment at her comment the night before, turning to Lana, the woman near tears. “Are you alright, Ms. Lang? Were you hurt during the attack?”

“N-no.” Lana shook her head, looking up at him, wiping at the tears that were now falling freely down her cheeks. “I was more frightened than anything else. He was just there and trying to kill me.”

“I can imagine how traumatic the experience must have been for you.” The Brit placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But know that you are safe now. We will not let anything happen to you, Ms. Lang. You are safe.”

Lana looked up into his eyes silently, mouth open slightly, before she suddenly began to blush and ducked her gaze.

Lois growled in the background.

Chloe looked at her cousin nervously, seeing Lois glaring angrily at Lana.

“Ms. Lang, do you like tea?” Wesley asked the curious question.

“Uh, yes, actually.” She chanced another glance up. “I like to drink a cup every night while I’m reading before I go to bed.”

“Really?” He grinned. “So do I. Would you like some Earl Grey? I only keep the finest and it will help calm you.”

“Earl Grey’s my favorite, actually.” Lana smiled shyly at him.

“Mine as well.” Wesley’s smile was more genuine now before he turned to Chloe and a seething Lois. “Chloe, get into contact with Sam and Dean, tell them to keep an eye out for anything suspicious going around while they’re in town.” He turned to Lois. “Call Clark and Whitney, inform them of the situation.” He stood and offered a hand to Lana, who looked at it in surprise and placed hers in his, smiling at him. “Ms. Lang and I will be in the kitchen making tea.” And with that he turned and lead Lana to the kitchen, the last words they could hear were: “Could you describe the dagger he used to attack you with in more detail?”

Lois snarled, eyes dark and narrowed in their direction. “She is not getting her claws into my Wesley!” The brunette hissed as she stood and began to pace in front of the sofa. “Can you believe her? The last guy she made insane is not even dead or in Belle Reeve yet and she’s already looking for her next victim!”

Lois…” Chloe decided it was best to tread this lightly. “Lana isn’t going to go after Wesley, and even if she did, he’d never give her the time of day. He loves you.”

“He’s mad at me!” Lois turned to Chloe before collapsing in the seat with desperation and a little cry. “I let my big mouth get the better of me last night and---Wesley’s never held anything against me this long! He knows I have no filter between my brain and mouth! I say what I think! I might have been admiring some strange guy, yeah, but Ilove him!” She pointed towards the kitchen sullenly. “And now she’s blushing around him. What kind of guy do you know of who has ever been able to withstand the famous Lang blushes and coy glances?”

“Lois…” Chloe tried.

“And she drinks tea? And reads?” Lois continued on, ignoring her cousin. “I hate tea and I hate to read. I’ll wait for the movie to be made before I’ll sit down and read.” The brunette looked down at her feet. “And Lang is so feminine.”

Chloe remained silent because one thing someone could not accuse Lois about being was feminine.

“Who do you think his hoity-toity family would like better? Huh?” Lois wanted to know. “A soft, gentle, feminine girl who likes tea and reading before bedtime? Or a brash, difficult, out-spoken woman who likes to kick ass and argue? Who hates classical music, jazz, the blues, and thinks that Shakespeare spoke a language that wasn’t English---Orhuman.

Lois.” Chloe was surprised. She hadn’t realized that this had bothered Lois so much, but obviously these were insecurities the other girl had had for a while now.

“Wes is so refined, Chlo, sometimes I don’t know what he’s doing with me.” Lois sniffled, bottom lip trembling. “I just can’t help but wait for him to wake up and wonder why I’m sleeping next to him.”

“That’s stupid.” Green eyes narrowed. “Wes is crazy about you, and nothing is going to change that, no even Lana.”

Lois wiped at her eyes and grabbing her phone. “I should call Smallville and Whitney.”

Knowing that this was her cousin’s way of saying that she wasn’t up to continuing the conversation, Chloe sighed and grabbed her phone to call Sam and let him know about the situation.


“Well, that explains it.” Sam muttered as he pressed the ‘end’ button on his phone and turned to Dean, who was still sulking at how Adam Knight had been able to knock him out so easily.

What explains what?” The elder Winchester winced at the pain in his head.

“Adam, the guy who turned out your lights,” Sam couldn’t help but grin slightly at the glare his brother sent him. “Is somehow infected with something from the attack last night. Chloe just said that he tried to kill his girlfriend this morning and was talking about eggs, fertilization, and eternal life or something.”

“You’re saying the teenage mutant toads somehow did that to the guy?” Dean asked, making a face as he obviously remembered the odd glassy look in Adam’s face. “Well, it explains how quick and strong he was---and the sick green tint on his skin.”

Sam nodded, frowning slightly. “But what’s all this about eggs, fertilization, and eternal life?”

“Maybe he just wanted to mate with the chick?” Dean shrugged, not as interested as he probably should be.

“No. I doubt it.” Sam frowned, running his fingers through his hair. “He tried to kill her, she said something about a dagger. Why didn’t he use a dagger on you or me but only her?”

“I don’t know.” Dean was impatient. “Maybe she was a sucky girlfriend.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Or maybe he needs to kill her with this dagger as a part of the requirement for eternal life.”

“But where do eggs and fertilization fit in the whole deal?” Dean wanted to know.

Sam frowned. “I don’t know, but something’s nagging at the back of my brain. It’s like a should know this.”

“Wow, geek-by doesn’t know it all!” Dean taunted in a brotherly fashion before suddenly growing serious again. “Come on, we should try and find this Adam Knight guy before he tries to hurt anyone else.”

Sam nodded.


Clark Kent had warned his parents the moment he got the call from Lois. After making sure that his ma and pa were safely in their home and that Jonathan Kent had his faithful shotgun by his side, the alien had hopped into the beat-up pickup and began to drive towards town.

Moments like these made him angry with himself for having given up his powers. If he hadn’t he’d be in town in a second and he’d have been able to not only find Adam Knight but subdue him until authorities or people from Belle Reeve could come and get him.

But you gave your powers up voluntarily, Kent. His conscience sounded freakily like a taunting Whitney. Be a man and get over it.

Taking in a deep breath he slowed his pace, keeping his blue gaze out at the vast countryside around them. Adam could be anywhere, and they needed to keep an eye out for him, not to overlook anywhere.

He wasn’t too worried about getting into town because Sam, Dean and Whitney were there, so between the three of them they should have the place covered.

It was his job to make sure that Adam was in town, and not escaping. They couldn’t let him get out of Smallville, not without knowing what his condition was and what his plans were.

What had that bite done to him? And why only to him?

Many of the people who’d been at the Beanery last night had been bitten, but none of them were homicidal and insane today.

Only Adam.

Which really made Clark wonder about what Lois and Chloe liked to refer to (when they thought he couldn’t hear or just wasn’t listening) as ‘The Curse of the Lang’.

Apparently his two best friends believed that either Lana had been cursed, or her meteor powers were to turn all of her boyfriends insane after she’d been with them after a certain amount of time. ‘Exposure’ Lois called it.

Clark had always scoffed at the thought, and wanted to defend his ex, but now he really had to think about it. Every single boyfriend Lana had had---minus him and Whitney---and most of the guys who’d been in love with her, had turned out insane. No, actually, all of them had turned out insane and had either died or had their own little straight-jacket and room in Belle Reeve.

Clark would always love Lana, at least a tiny little bit of him always would---he’d given up his powers and his destiny for her to live---and so he had to be truthful and say that it wasn’t his bitterness at their parting speaking. As he’d said, he’d always love her in some way, and some part of him wished that they could have at least stayed friends after their breakup---but there was no denying it anymore.

Lana Lang either made her boyfriends go completely homicidally bonkers, or she just attracted the criminally insane, and since Clark and Whitney had been two of the attracted the alien was loathed to admit that it was most probably the former.

But what could it be?

During their relationship Lana had been a little needy and clingy, yeah, but otherwise she’d been an exceptionally great girlfriend. She’d been sweet, kind, understanding and always with a smile on her face. She’d been Clark’s definition of perfection, especially after she’d stopped wearing that meteor-rock necklace that’d always made him feel sick while around her…

So what was it about her that seemed to set off all of her boyfriends?

Maybe it was a meteor power she had. Maybe it attracted other meteor males and exposure to it over a certain amount of time would set them crazy or something.

That was the best thing that Clark could come up with while concentrating on the green scenery around him.

A sigh escaped his lips as he wondered how many more of Lana’s boyfriends he was going to have to hunt down in his lifetime.


Despite having gotten the call and knowing that there was another insane and homicidal boyfriend of Lana’s on the loose, Whitney had been unable to leave his job in the sports store he worked at. The fact annoyed him but the store was underemployed at the moment, and the team did have Dean with them, so the ex-quarterback was almost sure everything was going to be alright and no one was going to truly miss his involvement.

Still, he was annoyed about having to tend to customers while Adam was out there and on the loose attacking innocent civilians.

He didn’t think it was fair that he had to be stuck here, safely in the store while his friends and comrades were out there probably facing Adam---but that was before the object of his thoughts entered the store.

Whitney froze in surprise, making a face at how different Adam looked from the night before. His skin had a pale green pallor to it and smelt as if he were decaying while he stood. The tall man slumped, making him look shorter than he truly was, and he walked oddly, as if he was uncomfortable, like his feet were painful.

But his eyes were what kept Whitney’s gaze. Those once blue eyes were now a deep red, as if all the blood in his body had drained into his eyes.

Whitney looked around the shop, glad that his coworker was out to lunch and that not one customer was in at the moment.

This could only get ugly.

“You know, you should really work out more, Knight.” Whitney announced, taking a step towards him, chin raised defiantly, mouth a cheeky smirk. “You look awful.”

Adam Knight’s gaze swung towards him, those blood eyes narrowing as he smirked. “You.”

Whitney’s smirk disappeared as he realized that he’d been singled out. “What do you want?”

Adam’s arm with the ugly, infected-looking bite-mark, reached for the dagger he’d had hanging from a hunter-style belt resting around his lean hips. “You.”

By now, creeped out and annoyed perfectly described how Whitney felt. He clenched his fists, feeling energy cackling in his fingers. Despite the fact that he was still weak and in pain from last night he continued to draw more electricity, not about to go down with a damned good fight.

“Stay the hell away from me, Knight.” Whitney took in a deep breath, not understanding why he felt so uneasy. He’d fought before, and sometimes by himself, but for some reason he felt slightly terrified right now.

Adam moved faster than a blink of an eye, flinging the dagger at Whitney.

Drawing upon the power in his hands, Whitney outstretched his hand and electricity jolted out of it like a hand, gripping the dagger in mid air and flinging it away from the young blonde man, who was both drained and shockedthat he could do that.

He turned to Adam but found that the man was gone, had used the distraction to move, and Whitney felt that terror growing in the pit of his stomach for no good reason.


Turning around Whitney didn’t have time to send a flash of lightning at Adam before the taller, older man vomited on his face a see-through and thick, glue-like substance. The thing hardened around his face like quick drying cement, and while Whitney clawed at it desperately he found it wasn’t budging---and he couldn’t breathe.

His lungs pained from his desperate breaths, and dots danced over his eyes before darkness consumed and his knees collapsed beneath him.


Lana Lang looked up at Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and wondered why she’d never noticed him before. He was handsome, intelligent, charming, and so very attentive. He’d taken her under his wing ever since she’s arrived earlier and she had to admit that she felt safer with him than she had even with Clark Kent.

“There has to be something in these books.” Wesley announced, speaking more to himself than her.

They were the only ones in the apartment. Lois and Chloe had left to join the patrol of Smallville for Adam, and Lana had stayed with Wesley while he went over his books looking for some idea as to what exactly had happened to Adam.

Lana sighed as she looked up from one of the books she was going through, trying to help Wesley investigate. Things hadn’t been going well with her and Adam for months now, and while she had been about to break up with him—wanted to tell him that she didn’t want to be with him anymore—she hadn’t wanted something like this to happen to him.

Plus, she hadn’t really thought he was that into her either.

“I found them!” Wesley announced, face lighting up in excitement as his blue gaze turned to her.

He’s really handsome. Lana blinked at the fluttering of her heart.

“I found the toad creatures from last night!” Wesley marched on, pointing the text and then reading it. “They’re calledMarboli demons and they usually dwell close to Hellmouths, deep underground, and only come up---.” He frowned. “They usually only come up and attack when they sense an apocalypse on the rise.”

“A—apocalypse?” Lana gasped. All of a sudden the whole thing with Adam didn’t seem so urgent.

Wesley frowned, taking in a deep breath. “This is worse than we thought.” He continued to read in silence before opening his eyes. “Oh.”

Oh?” Lana asked.

Oh’s were never good.

“It would seem, that they cannot survive long up above the ground, and will choose a vessel---or Adam in this case---to fulfill whatever it is they couldn’t do while they were above ground.”

“And whatever it is it has to do with eggs and fertilization.” Lana deduced slowly.

Wesley nodded gravely. “I will have to call Rupert once more. We are talking about a probable apocalypse, and he has had more experience in stopping them than I have.”

Lana’s eyes widened.

Wesley made it sound as if apocalypses nearly happened all the time!

The door to the apartment suddenly flung open, Clark hurrying inside. He didn’t even look at Lana as he strode to Wesley. “Adam has Whitney.” He put down the blade that Adam had had that morning on the desk. “I stopped by his workplace and there were signs of a fight, along with this stuck in the wall.”

Lois, Chloe, Sam and a very handsome sandy-haired blonde entered right after Clark. Obviously they’d all either met downstairs or Clark had called them when he’d found out about Whitney being taken and they’d all hurried back to the apartment to figure out what to do now.

Wesley sat down, eyes wide. “This cannot be good.”

“What would Adam want Whitney for?” Lois wanted to know, worry in her eyes. “I thought he wanted the Pink Princess dead.”

Lana narrowed her eyes at the taller brunette.

“Adam is the vessel of the Maroli demons, he’s doing their bidding, so they are the ones who want Whitney, notAdam.” Wesley replied, running his hand over his head. “Whatever it is for it will not be good.”

“Do you think it has something to do with the a-apocalypse?” Lana asked, turning to Wesley, shivering slightly.

He nodded.

“Wait a second.” The sandy-haired handsome young man who Lana had never seen before spoke up. “Apocalypse?”

“Apparently the Marboli demons only live around Hellmouths and only come above ground when they sense an apocalypse on the rise.” Wesley sighed, nodding once more.

“Hellmouth?” Sam asked, his hand going to Chloe’s shoulder immediately drawing her to him protectively. “Are you saying that on top of everything weird about Smallville thanks to the meteors---it’s a hellmouth as well?”

“I know.” Wesley scoffed, looking so annoyed and tired.

“Well, that explains the dreams.” Chloe said to herself, before wincing when everyone turned to her expectantly. “I’ve been having dreams lately, from the Oracles, that told me that I couldn’t leave Smallville to live in California with Sam.” She took in a deep breath. “They must have known an apocalypse was about to happen or could happen and I needed to be here.”

The group was silent.

Clark looked at everyone before frowning and speaking. “How do we get Whit back?”

“We don’t know where this Adam dude would have taken him.” The cute stranger responded.

“Actually…” Lana spoke, a little embarrassed as their attention turned to her. “If these demons are controlling him and they live underground, I’d think that Adam would look for somewhere he’d feel comfortable in, safe in. Something like what they live in. Someplace humid, dark, underground.”

Lois’ eyes widened.

But Chloe beat her to the chase. “The caves.”


8th-Mar-2009 07:43 pm (UTC)
well, you know how much i'm in love with this fic, so i'll go directly to my biggest wish: Lana should die or at least, SUFFER HORRIBLY

....yeah I know, i'm not a fan ahem

poor lois; and adam? eww lol
8th-Mar-2009 07:53 pm (UTC)
hahahahahahahahaha. lol, I'm sure everyone in this fic is gonna want Lana COMPLETELY out of the picture, but Lois had to know what Wesley must feel like with HER sometimes...
8th-Mar-2009 08:06 pm (UTC)
Awesome update though the whole Adam puking on Whitney's face was gross *shudders*

Please tell me that Lois is going to totally kick Lana's ass? Or that at least someone is going to kick her ass? She annoys me *grins*
8th-Mar-2009 09:08 pm (UTC)
lol, everyone is wishing POOR POOR LANA *hear my sarcasm* harm. that pooor, innocent child!
8th-Mar-2009 09:31 pm (UTC)
Awwww, Lois with the jealousy kick. Gotta love her. Wes is an honest man, so he wouldn't fall for Lana's misguided flirty ways. I think I almost busted a rib with Clarks thinking about Lana. Her power turning guys insane? I think all girls already have that one, lol.

Ah the root of the problem, oh please say you won't kill Whitney, I already like the dude. That's not fair of you to off him, after making me like him yah know. --stomps feet--
9th-Mar-2009 12:25 pm (UTC)
haha, true. Girls DO already have the power to turn guys insane---but LANA has the power to turn them HOMICIDALLY insane---therein lies the difference! lol
And you'll see about Whitney's fate in the next chappie
8th-Mar-2009 10:18 pm (UTC)
wow this chapter blew me away . i still hate lana alot lol. but it is a really cool chapter PPMS
9th-Mar-2009 12:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you thank you

8th-Mar-2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
Awesome chapter!

*prays Lana gets an unhappy ending* Heh^^

Poor Whitney!!! PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM! :(
9th-Mar-2009 12:26 pm (UTC)
my readers REALLY HATE LANA!
9th-Mar-2009 07:53 am (UTC)
Wonderful chapter!!!

Lana needs to suffer. I hope that she gets slapped by Lois. Thinking about moving in on him.

Wonder why it took Clark so long to realize the Curse of the Lang???

And once again I have to ask: when are we getting the dirty celebration?? I will continue to ask until it happens and probably ask for more once it does.
9th-Mar-2009 12:28 pm (UTC)
Everyone wants some Lois/Lana smackdown, although I think that if Lois started she wouldn't stop until Lana was buried next to her parents in the Smallville cemetery...lol
It took Clark so long because he's Clark. It's one of the things you love but get annoyed about him because of.
The 'big dirty' WILL happen in THIS fic (or should at least if everything goes to plan) I just won't tell you WHEN :P
28th-Dec-2009 08:00 am (UTC)
I sincerely hope Lana doesn't attempt to try and steal Wes away, I doubt he'd go. Maybe Lana will hit on Dean, I can only hope. XD Great job on the whole interaction.
28th-Dec-2009 08:10 am (UTC)
thank you very much :D
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