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What Is 1/? 
22nd-Apr-2009 12:49 am

Title: What Is
Sequel to: What Could Have Been
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Lois/Jimmy, Lucy/Bart, some Chloe/Oliver
Rating: T-M
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: When Dean finally finds Chloe in the real world, nothing is as he'd expected it to be, and nothing is as it seems at first glance either. This Chloe is nothing like the one he was married to in the dream world---but he's only more fascinated with this version of her. How can he let go of her now that he finally found her, even if she IS supposedly married and expecting?

Life was busy for Chloe Queen.

Not only was she still getting used to her new name and status in life, but she was also Watchtower for the remains of the Justice League, and still ran Isis. She wondered sometimes if Oliver and her had done the right thing by getting married, but as she thought about it, it was the only thing they could have done.

Their friendship had caught the eye of the press, and there was really no better excuse for the amount of time they spent together while not Watchtower and Green Arrow then to tell the press that they were in a relationship. That lie had been enough to explain why she was always over at his Penthouse, a lot of times over night, and why they spent so much time together during the days.

It also helped explain why her cousins Lois and Lucy were always over as well, and Jimmy and Bart could be excused and expected considering that they were the Lane sisters’ boyfriends.

And also, it’d been safer to marry Oliver.

Safer for her, for him, for the League.

Or what remained of the League.

Chloe sighed as she oversaw the arrangements for the big ball they were going to have in the mansion Oliver had bought for them right after their marriage. She was in the eye of the public, her relationship with Oliver something the tabloids liked to call a modern day Cinderella story, with a pretty commoner stealing the heart of the much coveted ‘prince’ of Star City.

People liked to read those kinds of stories, and when they realized that she helped meteor infected people she became even more interesting to them. Chloe’d thrown herself into charities and other such functions, dragging Oliver into them with her, and the magazines were filled with pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Queen, their stories about how the spunky blonde had taken a ‘handsome yet somewhat immature womanizer’ and turned him into ‘a responsible adult’ who now ‘cared for the world’ and was using his money ‘to save children and other needy’.

All of a sudden, Chloe, who’d spent most of her life ignored, was in the spotlight. The magazines commented on her wardrobe, spoke about her hairstyle, about her elegant poise. People wanted to know what kind of perfume she wore, whether she preferred this brand or that. She was asked to host several charity functions, and people stopped her whenever she was on the street to either comment on something they’d read about her or to congratulate her for ‘straightening up that hunk’ of her husband.

Chloe grinned and shook her head.

Isis also took up a great amount of her time. The meteor infected mightn’t realize that she was one of them, but they’d come to trust her, and she was thinking of expanding the foundation. She would have to talk to Lana about it, but the other woman was busy in Milan.

Or was it Paris?

Lana had become a supermodel when she’d left Smallville after her divorce with Lex Luthor, the exposure she’d gotten as his wife enough for her to get in with the people she needed to make this dream come true. No one she used to know ever saw her much anymore---unless you could count the magazines she always appeared on.

I should just buy the organization from her, she’s not doing anything for it anymore.

Chloe wasn’t sure why Lana had founded Isis, but she was glad for the initiative. Chloe loved working there, especially with the kids. A lot of her ‘graduates’ had come back as counselors, and the groups were getting so numerous as word-of-mouth and the much publicized works of Chloe Queen brought in more and more people whose lives had been affected by Kryptonite.

“No, no, you can’t put Senator Dixon at this table.” She announced, looking at the table arrangements. “His ex-wife, wife, and lover all at one place at the same time?” She grinned at the organizer. “We don’t want to give the good Senator a heart attack, do we?”

“I don’t know about that.” The woman announced mischievously before deciding who to switch with the Senator and his wife.

“You still at this, Baby Cuz?”

Looking up at the familiar voice, Chloe smiled as she saw her cousins, Lois and Lucy Lane, striding towards her. Not only were they family, but they also worked with her at the Justice League despite the fact that they had no powers.

It was interesting how three non-powered people had joined them after the demise of almost the whole Justice League. Lois and Jimmy had known of Clark’s ‘secret’ (come on, glasses could only do so much), and since Lois had already known about Oliver she’d been able to figure out the identities of the rest of the League, which she kept quiet. After Clark’s and the other’s deaths Lois and Jimmy had begun helping out intelligence wise, using the information they got as reporters to feed Chloe, Bart and Oliver.

Jimmy was particularly useful in the recovering of information since his appearance was unassuming and not many people paid attention to him.

Somehow, Chloe couldn’t even remember why, Lois started going out with them on their missions, dressed up in leather and sporting her own gadgets. Jimmy, though bumbling, helped out as well sometimes.

And then Lucy Lane had joined the team.

She’d met Bart while he was on a mission and she was doing something illegal, and somehow they’d fallen in love. She’d come back to Metropolis with him and had used her knowledge of the criminal life, her fluency in numerous languages, and her ability to fit into any kind of crowd for the League.

It’d been on one of her solo missions that she’d been kidnapped by some creature that to this day Chloe had no idea what it’d been. All she knew was that the creature had strung her cousin up in some ruins under the earth and had stuck an IV needle in her, drinking her blood.

Chloe closed her fist again at the thought of how she’d almost lost her little cousin.

“I think I’d go insane if I were you.” Lucy announced, looking around. “I can pretend that I enjoy the big wig’s attentions, but have to cater to them as hostess?” She made up her face. “Not my style.”

The organizer smiled and left, giving the cousins privacy.

“That’s why I am the hostess, not you.” Chloe grinned.

Lucy grinned back.

Lois looked around, making sure no one was listening in, before speaking. “Are they going to be here?”

Chloe nodded, smile lessening.

While this ball was a Christmas celebration, it, like too many things in Chloe’s life, was a front for something else. While Oliver would be rubbing elbows with the more elite and gaining their trust more and more, she had a couple of clandestine meetings that needed to go off without a hitch.

“So, are your gowns ready?” Chloe asked, changing the subject to something light and flippant.

Lucy grinned. “I’m going to look like a princess. Bart isn’t going to be able to keep his hands off of me!”

“Too much information.” Lois, who still wasn’t comfortable with her sister openly discussing her love life, (coughsexlifecough) held up her hand to stop her from going any further.

“Prude.” Lucy taunted.

Me? A prude?” Lois gasped, horrified at the accusation.

Chloe grinned as she looked at the sisters. Their relationship had gotten so much better now that they were working together at the League. Somehow they’d gotten passed their mutual resentments and their past, and had become sisters.

Her cellular rang and she looked down at the screen, smiling when she saw Ollie’s name flashing. She mightn’t love him like that, he would never get over his love for the departed Dinah Lance, and his and Chloe’s marriage might be one of convenience---but that didn’t mean she didn’t love him in a different, special kinda way.

He was her best friend.

One of her closest, most important people.

“Hey Ollie.” She smiled, bringing the cellular to her ear. “You on your way?”

“Yeah.” His smile was audible. “I just got out of the meeting. They’re prepping the helicopter as we speak.” There was a pause. “How are the arrangements going?”

“They’re fine. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed despite the fact that this isn’t our biggest ball by far.”

“Don’t worry Chlo, everything will work out fine tonight.” Oliver assured her. “You’ll appear on the front of the entertainment section in tomorrow’s edition of the Daily Planet and the other newspapers about the Christmas bash of the century.”

“Yes, because my being in the paper is so important to me.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “You know, my dream was towrite in the paper. Not appear in it so often. Plus, I don’t take good pictures.”


She laughed. “I have to go now, see you tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“You better not.” She pouted before cutting off the phone call and turning to her cousins. “Okay girls, off to change your clothes. You take forever and this starts in less than two hours.”

“Yes mother.” Lucy teased, dragging Lois along with her.

With one last look at them, Chloe went over the last minute details quickly so she could go and get ready as well.

Feeling something cold, Chloe turned to her right and noticed the plates hovering in the air over the table. Thankfully the others hadn’t noticed this as yet.

Frankie.” She growled. “What did I tell you about how to behave when there are other people around?”

There was a soft, almost resigned sigh, and then the plates were lowered to the table softly, returning to how they’d been before.

Thank you.” She smiled in the direction of the cool breath of air.

Chloe shook her head.

Who else could say they had pet ghosts?

One of the reasons why Oliver had bought this mansion for her was because of its notorious reputation for being haunted, and since Chloe was surprisingly sensitive to spirits thanks to her unique power, she’d wanted to hone it. The few spirits that still resided in the mansion weren’t malicious, and she enjoyed having them around. They were allowed to manifest themselves any way they wished---as long as no outsider was present, and Chloe couldn’t help but admit how cool she found it every time she’d come into a room and ‘see’ something supposedly impossible, like the piano playing on its own or things floating in the air.

I’m so weird it’s not even funny.

Sighing, she went upstairs to hurry and change. It was going to take her forever to get ready, and as hostess she had to be there to greet every single one.

She sighed, undressing so she could bathe, smiling when a rose-scent filled the air and the shirt she was dropping to the ground was caught in mid air and taken to the hamper, being folded before dropped within.

“Thanks Rose.” The blonde grinned before getting into the shower, watching as ‘Rose’, one of the two female ghosts of the mansion, and a total neatfreak, picked up the rest of her discarded clothes and placed them in the hamper.

I love my life. Chloe smiled as she turned on the shower.


“Why are we doing this again?” Dean asked, looking at the waiter outfit they had to wear, making a face at it as if it’d personally offended him.

“This is supposed to be one of Metropolis’ most haunted places, with well documented manifestations, and then this billionaire buys it for his wife and everything supposedly stops?” Sam made a face. “All the previous owners had to move out in weeks of buying it, and there were even documented evidences of exorcisms gone wrong.”

“Again I ask, why are we doing this again?” Dean looked up at his brother. He really just wanted to continue with his side-project: Find Chloe Sullivan-Winchester, his wife in the dream world he’d been stuck in during an attack with a Djinn----or Ann Gabriel, as she was called in the real world.

“Don’t you think its just a little suspicious?” Sam asked. “All this haunting and then nothing?”

“Maybe they got a priest in here that could actually do his job right.” Dean pondered, not really interested in the topic. “Who owns the place again?”

Sam looked down at the newspaper clipping. “It says a Mister and Missus Oliver Queen, but it only has the picture of the dude on the cover.”

“Wife look that bad?” Dean snickered.

“I doubt it. These kinds of guys usually go for trophy wives.” Sam announced, beginning to undo his pants.

“I can’t believe I’m going to have to put this monkey suit on just to satisfy your dorkoid curiosity.” Dean grumbled.

Sam rolled his eyes.

Soon they were changed into the outfits---that were just so uncomfortable and embarrassing---and had made their way to the large Queen Mansion. Passing themselves off as the hired help, the brothers entered the luxurious, intimidating place, and before they could wander off to start their investigation they were caught by a huge woman wearing a gold name plate that read Marjorie, Head Planner, who scolded them for being late and lassoed them into actually working.

Dean grumbled as he served trays filled with ridiculously gross things to all the snobby rich people attending this ball.


Rich people had no taste in food.

He’d been about to shove the tray into the huge gut of one of the men who was constantly calling him over for more of the caviar thingies his tray had, when suddenly two familiar females crossed his line of sight.

“If I have to say no to another old fat guy, I’m going to scream.” Lois Lane announced as she stood next to the girl he’d known as the woman in white in his dream world---or Lucy, as Sam had said Chloe---Ann---had called her.

Dean couldn’t believe it.

If Chloe’s cousins were here, maybe she was here too! Maybe she was a guest as well!

If not, he could always somehow charm some information out of the girls.

Smiling, wrapped up in his thoughts, Dean didn’t notice the object of his thoughts off to the right, disappearing into a room with a pretty brunette.


The ball was being a total success so far, and everyone were enjoying themselves, so Chloe had managed to catch the eye of that person and slip away into Oliver’s private study. She went to the desk before turning towards the only other person in the room with her.

“I assume you’re having a good time, Miss Talbot.”

Bela Talbot nodded, smile all business. “You always throw an enjoyable party, Mrs. Queen. But we’re not here to talk pleasantries, are we?”

“Good, down to business.” Chloe sat down on the desk, looking at the British woman expectantly. “Did you get it?”

“Of course.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a jewelry case, passing it to Chloe. “It was easier to acquire than I previously thought.”

Opening the case, Chloe smiled as she looked down at the beautiful necklace. It looked authentic enough. But she didn’t trust anyone other than her small, inner crowd. “Try it on.”

Bela hesitated. “I beg your pardon?”

“I never said I trusted you, Miss Talbot.” Chloe handed her the case back. “Try it on.”

A muscle jerked in Bela’s cheek before she finally smiled. “This is why you’re one of the only clients I would never think of cheating if I had the opportunity.” Pulling the necklace out of the case, she put it on and sighed, taking in a deep breath, waiting.

And then suddenly Bela began to cry.

It wasn’t just small little tears, but large ones, her body heaving from the desperation, and when those tears hit the ground, they turned into gold specks.

Picking up the glass of water she’d left in the study for just that event, Chloe brought it under Bela’s face, watching as the teardrops that fell within turned into amber and sunk to the bottom of the glass.

“Okay, I’m convinced.”

Bela didn’t tarry in taking off the necklace and giving it back to Chloe, wiping at her eyes in annoyance. But she didn’t say anything because at least Chloe had let her put it on herself, since the necklace could only be taken off by whoever had hooked it on in the first place.

“Here you go.” Chloe reached for a beautiful Gucci bag, within the amount of money they’d agreed on. “A little extra for how quickly you got it.”

Bela went through the bundled cash and then smiled, nodding to Chloe before leaving with an: “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. Queen.”

When the door closed behind the scavenger of occult objects, Chloe picked up the necklace and made a face at it. “Freya’s cursed necklace.” She sighed.

The scent of pines encircled her.

She looked up at the seeming nothingness around her, watching as a speck of gold as lifted from the ground. “I heard that if it’s left on long enough the tears become gold before they leave the eyes---torturing the wearer.” She shook her head. “There are too many dangerous things out there, Gregory. We can’t always get them before someone else does and uses them on innocent people.”

The speck of gold was thrown up into the air and caught in the invisible hand.

“You don’t seem too concerned.” She made a face. “Do me a favor? Put this away with the other dangerous things we’ve managed to confiscate before someone else can use them?”

The box was taken from her hand and led away on the air.

“Thank you!” Calling after the ghost, Chloe pushed away from the desk, made sure she was presentable, and then returned outside to join the others before people realized she was gone and began to wonder where she’d gone off.

On her way out she noticed Oliver motioning to his watch and calling her over.

Her eyes widened as she realized what it meant, and she hurried forwards, accidentally bumping into one of the waiters. “I’m so sorry!” She told him, not really giving him much of a second look, before heading towards Oliver.

She looked around discreetly, catching sight of the person this had been set up for. If things worked out well, they’d be able to know the truth soon enough.

She took in a deep breath as she reached Oliver’s side and he cleared his throat, catching everyone’s attention.

It was time.


Dean had been so into his search that he hadn’t been looking where he was going, and someone had bumped into him. He turned to tell the idiot off and then there she was, standing next to him, dressed like a queen from an ancient civilization.

He’d been dumbstruck.

God, he’d missed her.

“I’m so sorry!” But she really didn’t give him a second glance, hurrying to where she’d been going when she’d bumped into him.

Dean tried to call out after her but his voice stuck in his throat.

He watched as Chloe walked through the crowd that seemed to part for her---and into the arms of a tall, handsome blonde man.

Dean’s smile died as the man placed his arm around her waist, drew her to him, and cleared his throat, getting the attention of the whole room.

“First of all, we’d like to thank each and every one of you for coming out tonight.” The man, who Dean now recognized as Oliver Queen, announced, smiling at the crowd watching him and Chloe. “Christmas is a special time of the year, a time for family and friends.”

Why was he saying this with Chloe by his side?

Shouldn’t his wife---?

And suddenly Dean froze, the tray in his hand tilting dangerously.


It---it couldn’t be!

“And my wife and I could think of no better way or time of letting all our friends and family know the good tidings that has fallen upon us.” Oliver smiled brightly, sharing a look with Chloe before returning his attention to the crowd listening to him with abject silence. “This time next year, Queen Industries will have an official heir.”

There were gasps of surprise and excitement.

Dean felt his world begin to crumble all around him.

“Yes.” Oliver Queen smiled brightly. “Chloe and I are having a baby!”

The roar of applause drowned out the sound of a tray colliding to the ground, and no one seemed to notice as a lone waiter dashed out of the room as fast as he could.


22nd-Apr-2009 06:32 am (UTC)
First - that's a really good photomanip!

second: Dude, I'm totally digging these stories. (I don't watch Smallville at all, but managed to get sucked into Chloe/Dean by another writer - Pen37?) I'm really curious to see how this works out, especially with Chloe being married. Poor Dean!

22nd-Apr-2009 06:37 am (UTC)
Thank you, that's like the best manip I've been able to do, ever!

I love Pen37's work! Its really genius.
22nd-Apr-2009 06:37 am (UTC)
ACK!!!! Poor Dean :( THey're going to get together, right? I mean, this is all some misunderstanding (adoption, please say adoption). Chloe belonds with Dean, he's searched for her, he even donned a monkey suit for her... that deserves something!

I practically devoured the first part of this fic and I"m happy to say it's still wonderful. I love Chloe/Dean, and this is just beautiful. I can't wait for the boys to run into Gregory, Frankie, et. al. :::squeals imagining Chloe yelling 'Leave my ghosts alone!' at Sam and Dean:::
22nd-Apr-2009 06:40 am (UTC)
Yes, don't worry, this is a CHLEAN story, Chloe and Dean WILL get together---and everything with the situation will be explained.

Yeah, I REALLY want to write the Sam n Dean meet ghosts they aren't allowed to exterminate part. lol. that'll be something new for them.
22nd-Apr-2009 06:45 am (UTC)
I'm so excited for the next chapter your stories are seriously addicting!
22nd-Apr-2009 06:46 am (UTC)
*grins proudly and shows off fic!dealer i.d.* lol
22nd-Apr-2009 08:46 am (UTC)
Poor Dean!!! Searching for his dream wife only to find her in someone else's arms.

You have me so hooked that I'm missing sleep to read this!!
22nd-Apr-2009 12:36 pm (UTC)
Don't miss out sleep! You need it to function!
22nd-Apr-2009 09:45 am (UTC)
wow! it keeps getting better and better each chapter, how do you do that? poor dean and an heir? how? (no I know but they're not doing the horizontal tango so, i'm curious argh)

seriously good! can't wait for the next one!
22nd-Apr-2009 12:36 pm (UTC)
Well, itll be explained about the heir
22nd-Apr-2009 10:16 am (UTC)
Yikes! Poor Dean! Can't wait to see what comes next.
22nd-Apr-2009 12:36 pm (UTC)
Will try to update soon.
22nd-Apr-2009 12:16 pm (UTC)
Ah. So Chloe Stalking ain't going so well for Dean, eh?

And are Chloe and Oliver adopting? I mean...a marriage of convenience is one thing, but having a baby together is quite another.
22nd-Apr-2009 12:37 pm (UTC)
Well, the baby thing will soon be explained.
22nd-Apr-2009 01:16 pm (UTC)
OMG! Chloe famous and Pregnant!!! dear lord ppms!!!;-)
22nd-Apr-2009 01:17 pm (UTC)
Will try do so soon!
22nd-Apr-2009 03:26 pm (UTC)
OMFGFDHGDSKkdsjfgakjhg.... Wow, freaking amazing! And holy crap, so suspenseful! But a baby!? A baby!?!? I repeat, a baby!?!? Please tell me it's a hoax to get some evil dude out of hiding... Cause Dean would be so sad. :( But more! Oh man, I love this story. :D
22nd-Apr-2009 03:27 pm (UTC)
Just wait for the next chapter! It should be out soon!
22nd-Apr-2009 04:31 pm (UTC)
OOOOOOOhhhhhhh... what a way to break a heart... or throw a curve of angst to someone whose life seems so filled with ... it.

Looking forward to the rest of the story.
22nd-Apr-2009 04:32 pm (UTC)
Almost finishing the next chapter, so you should have an update soon!
22nd-Apr-2009 05:05 pm (UTC)
Ouch. I mean, your setup makes it look like it's a big fakeout on someone else's behalf, but still, ouch. Also, Dean's still hung up on his "wife" to the point that he's automatically thinking of Chloe as his wife?

Man, there'll be blood on the moon over this. Fountains of tears. Me descending into melodrama.

I'm delighted you came out with this next update so quickly.
22nd-Apr-2009 05:10 pm (UTC)
No, I liked the 'you descending into melodrama', it was descriptive! *grins*
Talking about updates---just updating the next chapter now!
22nd-Apr-2009 06:44 pm (UTC)
wow wow wow . oh no dean is going to be so upset . i know that chloe and ollie are not like that . how are they going to have a baby ? well im off to read chapter 2 now .
22nd-Apr-2009 08:14 pm (UTC)
yeah, that should explain a little better.
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