Title: What Is
Sequel to: What Could Have Been
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Lois/Jimmy, Lucy/Bart, some Chloe/Oliver
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?
Note: THIS IS EXTREME AU
FOR SMALLVILLE! BE YE WARNED!
The tides of well-wishers was overwhelming, and it was all Chloe could do to keep the smile on her face and answer all the questions fired her way. She was glad that she really wasn’t pregnant, or she would have surely fainted from the crowds gathered around her and the feeling of claustrophobia that clawed at her throat.
Ever since being buried alive that once she’d developed a fear of being crowded or in enclosed spaces, but she braved the feeling and continued to smile and answer the millions of questions as was expected of her. If this was going to work everyone in the room had to believe that she was a glowing, expectant mother to be.
“Not too bad, just yesterday you were that nobody high school reporter. And look at you now.” A smooth voice announced to her right when she’d finally gotten a moment’s respite, heading towards the punch bowl to get something to drink.
Wincing, Chloe turned towards the voice. “Lex.”
He’d ditched his date for the night, some brunette model, and was now standing in front of her, looking so refined and elegant it was disgusting. “So, congratulations are in order.” His gaze went to her flat stomach. “Finally made sure you entangled Queen, huh? Always wondered how you were going to keep him with you.”
Chloe clenched her fists tightly. “Lex, you’re congratulations are most original. Now, if you excuse me---.”
“When’s the due date?” He didn’t call after her, that was too inelegant for a Luthor, but his voice followed her.
Chloe frowned. “Eight months from now. The date itself is still in debate.” She went to move.
Lex’s hand went around her arm and turned her to him. “Even with a child, you’ve only secured its future, not your own. Queen could wise up and get rid of you once he gets tired of your limited skills.”
She knew what ‘skills’ he was referring to, and she clenched her fists in an attempt not to knock his lights out. Chloe knew that the eyes of the press and her guests would always be on her, so she discreetly pulled her arm out of his hold and kept her smile aloof. “You mean like Lana got tired of yours?”
A flash of fury crossed his face.
Chloe’s smile grew slightly. “Your marriage lasted what---a couple of months? Haven’t all of them lasted that long?” She wasn’t above mentioning his long line of failed relationships. “I think, the one out of the two of us who hasproblems in that area, is you.” She folded her arms over her chest. “What other reason would force a woman to leave your millions so quickly other than complete boredom and repulsion in the bedroom?”
He was clenching his hands, which trembled in fury.
And yet Chloe pushed, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to her in front of so many witnesses. “And you know what?” She whispered, leaning in towards him. “Lana told me even though he’d been a virgin, Clark was ten timesbetter than you in bed.”
A low growl escaped those lips, and Chloe was amazingly smug at how she always managed to infuriate the usually stoic billionaire.
“So before you go spouting things about other’s marriages and sex lives---do a once-over to yourself first.” Smirking, she waited for him to either do something or dismiss her.
Lex’s eyes were pale fire and burning fiercely on her.
“Mrs. Queen! Mr. Luthor!” An overweight man with a camera appeared. “A picture for the Metropolis Herald?”
“Of course.” All expression was gone from Lex’s face in a second, as they turned to the camera and he placed his arm around Chloe, his fingers digging painfully into her skin as they smiled at the camera.
Chloe hid a wince at the pain from the pressure from his fingers, and with that picture-perfect smile still in place she stomped down on his foot discreetly, the action hidden by her ball gown’s girth.
Lex hissed slightly at the pain of her heel digging into his foot, but neither let off, smiling falsely to the photographer and pulling apart as soon as the man went to take pictures of the many other higher ups attending the gathering.
By the time they were facing each other again, Lex was smirking and so was Chloe. Despite the fact that they disliked each other with a ferocity that was unprecedented, they considered the other one of the only people worthy enough to be their rivals.
And there was some grudging respect there as well---however much it was denied.
“I’ll let Oliver know how happy you are at the news of our family’s soon growth.” Chloe smiled brightly at Lex, having enjoyed this fight way too much, placing her hand on her stomach. “And hopefully you’ll find someone insane enough to bare you your hell spawn as well.” Giving him a bright and deceptively friendly smile, Chloe turned and strode away, the hem of her dress sweeping with her movement.
She shook her head at the dark chuckle from her rival as he turned and returned to his date.
Chloe was about to head towards the punch again before the scent of lollipops and other assorted candy encircled her, and the feel of a cold, tiny hand in hers caused her to pause.
“Anita?” What was the young, girl-child ghost doing here? The five otherworldly residents of Queen Mansion had promised to be on their best behavior tonight and not to go anywhere where the guests would.
That tiny, invisible hand squeezed Chloe’s and suddenly images rushed before her face. She was suddenly in one of the rooms of the third story, a man trying to break into the locked door.
And then the image was gone and Chloe was back in the crowd again.
Really, there was no security system as good as guard ghosts.
The blonde looked around for the rest of her team, frowning when she saw Jimmy and Lois interviewing one of the Senators, Oliver surrounded by the people they’d invited over just for this proclamation, and Bart and Lucy weren’t anywhere in sight.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe squeezed Anita’s hand, silently telling her to lead her. The child did so, leading her out of the room. They hurried up towards where the man in black was trying to break into the room they kept locked for a good reason, and Chloe smirked when she realized the reason he wasn’t able to get in yet.
Darwin, the last of the five ghosts she lived with, was standing between the door and the man, invisible yet the air smelt faintly of tobacco, and every time the man got near the door he ended up ‘slipping’ on the ground or something.
And he was obviously irritated.
“I’m sorry, but this place is off-limits.” Chloe announced, letting go of Anita’s hand, her full attention on the man as he turned to her at the sound of her voice. “Can I see your invitation please?”
The man narrowed his eyes at her, and suddenly his hands transformed into two metal blades.
“Party crasher then, I take it.” She gulped, realizing that this man was a meteor freak with swords for hands and she had no weapon. “Anita, get Oliver, now. But be discreet about.”
The man looked around him in confusion, unable to feel the ghost-child hurrying away.
Sensing something at her back, Chloe turned and caught the sword floating rapidly through the air, covered in the scent of pines. It’d obviously been brought from the library, where swords and weapons of different kinds decorated the walls. “Thanks Gregory.” Unsheathing the sword, Chloe twirled it expertly in her hand, thanking Oliver for insisting to teach her to fight with as many weapons as possible, and to Lois for teaching her to fight without a weapon.
The man’s eyes were wide, obviously shocked to see a sword float into her hand.
“Oh come on, your hands turned into blades, this really isn’t so impressive.” Chloe smirked at him.
His eyes narrowed. “Open this room.”
“Uh, no.” She replied. “You tell me why you want me to open the room.”
“Just do it, Mrs. Queen.” He replied, voice darkly gruff. “I wouldn’t want to leave Mr. Queen a widower on this mostauspicious night.”
“Auspicious. Big word for a common thief.” She knew she was getting him upset, but that was the point. This way she could stall for time, and if they did fight, when one fought with anger they fought inferiorly.
“I’m going to enjoy this part of my mission.” He announced as he charged forwards, blade-hands swinging.
My dress is not getting out of this intact.
With that thought in mind, Chloe dodged and parried, barely managing to keep the metahuman’s blades away from her. She wasn’t very good with weapons, especially swords, and she cried as the weapon was flung out of her hands and behind her, embedding itself in the wall.
The man swung at her, the tip of his blade slicing her stomach, a deep and long bleeding line appeared in the front of her dress as she was thrown against the wall.
Chloe pressed her hand to her bleeding stomach from where she’d slid to the ground, looking up at her attacker.
The man sneered. “This was too easy. I’ll get extra for this.” He readied to give the final blow.
There was a feral sound that echoed throughout the dark hallways before a shadowed figure rammed into the metahuman, both bodies dropping to the ground, wrestling furiously. At first Chloe thought it was Oliver, but soon realized that the figure in the shadows wasn’t that of her husband.
Suddenly the man was straddling the metahuman, pinning him to the ground, grabbing the blades in his bleeding hands, forcing them slowly towards the throat of their owner.
“Don’t…you…dare…touch…her!” Her savior snarled like a pissed off wolf before stabbing the metahuman through his throat with his own blades. Blood spurted up everywhere, and the body of her attacker began to spasm before it went deathly still.
There was a moment’s silence as Chloe couldn’t take her awed gaze off of her rescuer. He’d radiated a fierce, ferocious, animalistic aura, pissed, and darkly protective. He’d charged at that thing for her without one weapon in hand and---.
“You’re hands.” She whispered, wincing when she saw how horribly sliced up they were, draining blood rapidly.
He turned towards her at her voice, and she vaguely realized that he was dressed as a waiter. But everything else took second place to his face. It was tortured, weirdly familiar, covered in blood, his eyes dark and intense---and she couldn’t look away.
Her breath caught in her throat as he stood and came towards her, but it wasn’t in fear. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as he knelt before her, searching her face in near agonized worry.
He didn’t say anything, didn’t seem about to. Instead his intense gaze searched her over worriedly, protectively, possessively, before they darkened when they saw the blood in the front of her dress. “That fucker! We have to get you to the hospital immediately.”
She opened her mouth to tell him not to worry. When he was gone she’d activate her healing powers---but with a swoop he’d picked her up and was standing, walking hurriedly down the darkened hallway.
She bit back a groan of pain as her stomach throbbed, but her worries weren’t on herself. “Put me down!”
“I know it hurts, love, but I gotta get you to a doctor.” He whispered in a voice that was both gruff and comforting.
Choe felt her heart skip a beat at that one word. Love? Why was a stranger calling her that causing her to react this way? It was---it wasn’t understandable.
“I’m not worried about me you idiot!” She snapped, worried. “Your hands are shredded to bits---this has got to bekilling you! Put me down!”
“No.” He growled. “I’m not letting you go.”
Chloe looked up at his face to try and argue her point when she realized that he was looking down at her, and their faces were oh-so-close. Her lips parted and her heart began to beat even faster, the blonde so confused.
Why---why was she reacting this way to this stranger?
His gaze lowered to her lips.
Chloe felt it as if he were touching them, and her lips parted further as if in invitation.
She—she didn’t understand anything. She didn’t react this way with anyone! They were both injured! Badly! So why was she only noticing the desire to kiss him and not the pain anymore?
“Chloe…” He whispered.
She felt her eyes closing.
Her eyes flew open when she heard Oliver’s voice, it was enough to pull her out of the stupor.
“Put her down now!”
“No! Ollie! He saved me!” She then winced, placing her hand to her stomach.
Oliver arrived before them, cold all around him. Apparently Rose was with Anita as they hung behind him, Darwin, Gregory and Frankie there as well, causing the temperature in the room to suddenly drop drastically.
Dean narrowed his eyes and looked around him suspiciously.
“What happened?” Oliver asked, bringing his hand to her face.
“Someone was trying to get into the room.” Chloe winced in pain. “And well, someone didn’t waste time in sending in the congratulating party.”
Oliver tensed. “Dammit. You shouldn’t have come out here by yourself!”
“Dude.” Her rescuer glared at her husband. “Maybe you should have been taking better care of her. She’s pregnantfor fuckssake! They shouldn’t have been able to get this close to her so easily!”
“Who the fuck are you?” Oliver snapped, narrowing his eyes at the stranger.
The man narrowed his eyes further, looking like he desperately wanted to say something but was keeping it back.
“He’s the man who saved me and is injured to show for it.” Chloe frowned at Oliver. “It was a metahuman with blades for hands and arms---and my savior battled him with only his hands. They’re all sliced up.”
Oliver winced. “Let me take her. Then we can have someone look at your hands for you.”
The man was hesitating, his hands tightening their grip on her despite the fact that it should sting him horribly to do so.
He doesn’t want to let me go.
Chloe was shocked as she realized that what he’d told her was true.
She didn’t know why he felt that way, but she turned to Oliver. “No, I’ll cover you in blood, and you need to go make sure everyone thinks I just retired for the night because I was tired.”
Suddenly Bart was in front of them, looking at Oliver. “There was a scuffle outside. A couple of Metahumans coming for Chloe. Lucy, me, and a waiter took care of it.” He then noticed Chloe, the stranger, and his eyes widened in horror. “Chloeliciuos?”
“I’m fine.” Chloe winced, realizing that her rescuer was stiff, obviously surprised by having Bart just appear in front of him. “No one else has realized what’s going on, right?”
Bart shook his head. “All the big wigs are dining happily, completely oblivious as always.”
Chloe turned to Oliver. “Go back. I’ll be fine.” She noticed Oliver looking warily at her rescuer. “I’ll be fine Oliver.” She repeated. “Now go.”
He nodded, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then returned with Bart.
The ghosts remained, hovering around her, worried and curious.
Her rescuer shivered at the cold wall that encircled them. “Where to?”
“Go to the lift.” Chloe replied, closing her eyes, wincing. “Take it to the top floor. I need to lay down.”
“You need to get medical help!” He snapped. “You’re hurt! The baby--!”
“Just take me to my room.” She sighed, leaning her head against his chest. “Please.”
He hesitated before sighing and doing as she asked.
Chloe didn’t know who he was, didn’t know why he seemed so familiar, but she did know that she felt safe and protected in his arms. It was an odd, unusual feeling, but she trusted it.
Her instincts had yet to fail her, and she doubted that the man who’d thrown himself at the metahuman barehanded for her would hurt her.
Closing her eyes, Chloe breathed in his scent. “Why do I feel as if I know you?” She whispered as they entered the lift and he pressed the appropriate button.
He tensed before speaking. “Because we have met before.”
She opened her eyes at that and looked up at him. “Really? Where?”
He hesitated for a moment before looking down at her. “Do you really not know?”
Her green gaze searched his face as the lift moved upwards, trying to figure out from where she’d seen him before, and then her eyes widened. “Dean?”
His eyes widened at his name on her lips and he smiled slightly. “You do know.”
“Of course I do! But it’s no wonder I didn’t recognize you!” She announced, looking at him better. “The last time I saw you you were half dead and your brother---Sam right?---and I got you and Lucy away from that thing that’d taken you two captive.” She couldn’t believe the coincidence. “Wow. Who would have thought that you’d be here in Smallville as a waiter for our ball?”
Dean’s smile had disappeared during her rant and he looked away. “Yeah.” His voice was dead. “Who would have thought.”
She wondered why he looked so disappointed, and why she felt so guilty. “How’s Sam?”
“He’s working this gig too, actually.”
She blinked. “Oh. Wow.” The lift stopped on the top floor and they got off, she directed Dean towards the large bedroom she shared with her husband, wondering why he paused in the threshold. “What is it?”
He looked inside, outside, and then shook his head in dark mirth. “I’m about to take you over the threshold.”
She wondered what he was talking about.
“You’re wearing a flowing white dress and I’m dressed up in a penguin suit.”
Finally getting the reference, she blushed. “Let’s just go in? Before we bleed to death?”
“You’re really a romantic at heart, aren’t you?” He sounded a little teasing as he said that, taking her to the room.
Chloe couldn’t help but smile as Rose closed the door behind them as soon as the ghosts had entered in behind them.
Despite having been attacked and sliced and diced in her own home, Chloe hadn’t felt as happy as she was at that moment.
I’m definitely too weird for my own good.