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When Tara Met Jason 1/4 
4th-Nov-2009 11:10 am
Title: When Tara Met Jason
Sequel to: Part Of The Team
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clay Miller, Jason Voorhees, Lois Lane, Lana Lang, Ava Wilson & Jo Harvelle
Fandoms: Smallville/Friday 13th: reboot/Supernatural
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: A couple of months after Jo & Ava join the team, Clay Miller enters Tara looking for someone not only to believe his story, but to help him get rid of the monster who killer his sister once and for all.
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. Prompt of the Day #83: Revenant


Since Ava was off for lunch, Lois was out checking a case with Jo, and Lana was locked in her office battling the evil none of the other women felt brave enough to ever face---the accounts---Chloe had been left manning the phones and sitting at Ava’s desk.

Bored to tears due to the fact that no one had called, the blonde had rummaged through the desk drawers and found some psychedelic green nail polish Ava must have stashed away there, and decided that in lieu of something better to do, she was changing her nail color.

Not exactly sure if that particular shade of green was her color, Chloe was an adventurous soul, and always tried something at least once, so she applied the color to her nails and tried not to cause some Lois-like havoc due to her boredom.

A couple of months had passed since Ava and Jo had joined the team, and although they were still very understaffed they managed somehow. Still, they needed to find at least another field agent, a consultant, and a techie---because Chloe wasn’t sure she would survive Lois’ inventions if she didn’t.

At least this mysterious man Lois had met during one of her cases was keeping her busy and off of the technopagan websites. She was being super secretive about him, only calling him ‘McHottie’, and while Chloe was a little suspicious about him, she decided to give her cousin another month. If Lois was still with him Chloe was going to have him investigated---whoever he was. Because if Lois was with him fortwo months it was as serious as it got with Lois, and Chloe wasn’t going to allow her cousin to become serious with some ax murderer or something.

Lana, feeling put out that Lois had found someone before her, had gone onto one of those romance websites. Chloe couldn’t remember which it was, all she knew as that Lana was the most contacted person on the site, and she was religiously online checking her many hits and messages. So while she hadn’t found one person in particular that she liked---she had a lot of them lining up to become obsessed with her and turn psychotic when she lost interest in them.

Chloe sighed.

Such was her life.

Ava was engaged to a really nice guy who’d moved from Peoria with her to Metropolis when she’d gotten her job at Tara. Brady knew about Ava’s powers, about Tara, and he supported her incredibly. He came by and helped with manning the telephones sometimes after work whenever things were just crazy at the agency and Ava was either sick from her nightmares/visions, or busy helping Chloe research for the cases.

Although they were happy for her, every single woman in Tara was green with envy because of Ava’s and Brady’s relationship.

Jo didn’t say anything about a boyfriend, but she’d been acting kinda girly lately, so Chloe was sure that something was going on there.

So, well, that left Chloe.

Like always.

Sighing, she blew at her fingernails, wondering just how fast these things dried and if maybe she’d applied a little too much of it. What if someone called? She would be kinda useless. She’d forgotten to only do one hand so that she’d have the other free.

The sound of chimes rung throughout the building.

Chloe looked up, blinking in surprise to see the tall, handsome---did she mention tall?---guy that walked up to her. He was way taller than 6 feet, with brown hair and eyes that she wasn’t sure whether they were blue or green. His face was tight, his eyes speaking of a loss so great he could never recover.

Chloe understood that feeling.

Sitting up straighter, waving her hands to try and dry her nails quicker, she watched him as he awkwardly made his way towards her. “Welcome to Tara Paranormal Investigations.” She wondered what he was doing here. His type really didn’t walk into this building. “Can I help you?”

“Uhm, yeah.” He took in a deep breath, looking around him, completely uncomfortable and showing it. “Uh---how weird is too weird for a case? What---uh---what if I don’t know what it is but it’s bad? Dangerous? It’s---it’s killed---.” He stopped and looked away, agony of loss so painful on his face.

“Well, the fees we charge here cover investigating the phenomena, categorizing it, and destroying it.” Chloe kept herself professional, although all she wanted to do was lay a comforting hand on his arm. “It’s why our prices can be considered costly.”

“The cost doesn’t mean anything to me.” He assured her, eyes narrowed in determination. “All I want is for him to be dead.”

“Him?” Chloe asked, testing the dryness of her nails before bringing up the form on the screen. “We don’t deal with people.”

“He’s not a person.” The giant leaned down on the table, palms opened flat on the surface. “He’s a monster. No one could have survived all he did only to come back!”

“Sit down.” Chloe ordered, not surprised when he did as told.

She was told she had a commanding voice.

Sighing Chloe opened the mini fridge in the front and pulled out a cold bottle of water. Going to the desk she opened the drawer and pulled out a couple of packs of sugar. Twisting open the bottle on the cap, she emptied the small packets into the water and then closed the bottle once more, shaking it well before passing it to the would-be-client. “Here, this should help you calm down enough so you can explain your situation to me fully.”

“I want to talk to Tara herself.” The man whispered even though he drank the sweetened water.

“I assure you that talking to me is as good as talking to her.” Chloe reassured him, sitting down once more. “I need to make sure that this is actually a case so that you don’t waste our time and we don’t waste your money.” She raised her hand when he was going to speak, silencing him. “It’s policy.”

He opened his mouth to argue, before sighing and lowering his gaze, taking another long sip of the sugar water. “My sister and I---our mother was very sick, and I---at seventeen I just split. I---I’m not proud of that, but I can’t change what I did. My aunt called me four years later telling me that my mother was sick and my sister had gone camping with her friends and hadn’t come back. I went back home and after a couple of months my mother died.”

“I’m sorry.” Chloe, knowing the grief of losing a mother, could sympathize.

“Thank you.” He nodded before continuing. “The thing is, my sister didn’t even return for the funeral. People were saying that since it was three couples that’d gone hiking they’d all run away, but I know Whitney. I know she wouldn’t run away from her responsibilities like I did. She—she was amazing.”

His voice caught.

Chloe watched him silently, giving him time to recover.

“After a while the police stopped searching but I couldn’t turn my back on my sister the way I had on my mother. For months I rode up and down every stretch of land with missing person posters, and then I finally discovered the exact location she’d gone camping in and I went.” He took in a deep breath. “There were other people there, at Crystal Lake, but none of them survived that night.”

Chloe frowned.

“It was only until later that I learnt of the story of Jason, the boy who the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake had let drown like years before.” His hands shook. “His mother had gone on a killing rampage, killing everyone except one survivor. And then he arrived and started killing anyone who dared venture on what he thought was his territory.”

She leaned back on her chair.

It sounded like some elaborate Hollywood story…but the pain in his face made it real. “It killed your sister.”

He winced. “Jenna---a friend---she and I were the only survivors at the time---and we were chased to the camp where he lived. We heard this noise beneath us and we found her, Whitney. It kept her alive,chained, underneath the ground in its lair for all of those months.”

“My god.” Chloe whispered, leaning forwards.

“We couldn’t understand why until we realized that Whitney looked a lot like his mother did when she was young.”

“Would explain why he’d kill everyone but her.” Chloe nodded. “But up until this point it just sounds like you had the misfortune of dealing with a psycho. Nothing, other than the belief that he’d drowned, seems to indicate that this could be something paranormal in nature and thus of special interest to Tara.”

“Miss,” he leaned forwards, respect yet urgent. “He got his head sliced open, a machete rammed through his heart, and yet he still was able to jump out of the lake we’d thrown his lifeless body into and drag my sister under with him.”

Chloe’s hand went to her mouth, eyes wide.

“I jumped right in after them but I couldn’t find her.” The man closed his eyes against the memory. “A couple of days later her body was found floating upside-down by the dock, but he couldn’t be found.” Those intense eyes stared into Chloe’s. “He’s still out there though, and I want him dead forever this time.”

“I understand Mister…”

“Clay.” He stood when she did, empty plastic bottle clutched fiercely in his hand. “Clay Miller.”

“Mister Miller.” Chloe printed the forms out, stapled them together, and passed them with a pen to him. “Please fill in these out.”

“I really want to talk to Tara about this in person.” His voice was slightly pleading as he took the papers.

“I already told you, talking to me is as good as talking to her.” Chloe motioned for him to start filling out the form.

With a resigned sigh, Clay Miller did as told after passing her the empty bottle.

Chloe sat back down at Ava’s desk, glad that her nails were now completely dry, and began looking up Camp Crystal Lake to begin her search and figure out the validity of at least that part of the story. Her fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard, and when her search results came back she leaned forwards in her seat, reading about the drowning of Jason Voorhees on Friday the 13th, his birthday, and how his mother, the cook at the camp, had gone on a rampage, killing all of the counselors except one, who’d killed her.

The blonde sent a discreet direction in Clay Miller’s direction before doing a search on him and his sister. MILLER, WHITNEY came up on the police’s missing people’s profiles, and did reports on the nuisance of her brother, MILLER, CLAY, who didn’t seem to believe that she’d run away and was interfering in police investigations and doing his own.

So far his story checked out.

Taking in a deep breath, did a little more digging and the article concerning the discovery of MILLER, WHITNEY’s body, by her brother, MILLER, CLAY appeared. The police were citing the coldness of the water as the reason why her body was so well preserved after all the months of disappearance and that Clay’s stories of a near superhuman being orchestrating the murders as the ravings of a grieving individual.

It sounded a lot like they knew what was going on, about this Jason, and were hiding it.

Clay sighed and stood, passing her the completed forms.

“Thank you.” Chloe stood as well, looking through them quickly to make sure they were completely finished, before smiling up at him. “We’ll do a more in-depth check on this and we’ll contact you in a day or two to let you know what it is and how we plan on dealing with it.”

“And Tara will look at these?” Clay asked.

“Yes, these will definitely be seen by Tara’s eyes.” Chloe nodded encouragingly. “Would you like some more sugar water?”

“No.” He gave her a tired smile. “But it helped. Thank you…for everything…for helping---not believing I’m crazy.”

“Please, we stopped believing in crazy a long time ago.” Chloe reassured him, walking him towards the front door.

The door flung open and Ava entered with a coffee cup in one hand and a muffin bag in the other. “Boss! I am so sorry for being so late from my lunch break but the traffic was backed up and the car broke down and Brady and I got into a fight and I think I might have tripped up an old lady on my way here but I’m not that late, right?!?” She exclaimed, offering the coffee and muffin to Chloe with her head bowed. “Accept this as my most sincere effort to placate your ire by using your caffeine addiction against you.”

“Tripped up an old lady?” Chloe smirked at the brunette. “Ava, you’re wicked.”

“What? I never claimed to have ever been a girl scout.” The woman pouted before grinning when the peace-offerings were accepted by the blonde. “So, I still have the honor of being the receptionist?”

Chloe rolled her eyes at the girl. “Like you ever really thought I was going to fire you for being a little late.” She messed up Ava’s hair just to get back at her, laughing at the brunette’s shriek of horror as she tried desperately to fix her hair.

The phone rang.

Ava’s eyes widened. “Saved by the bell!” And with that she hurried to her desk. “Hello Tara Paranormal Investigations, can we help you today?”

Chloe shook her head at Ava, took a sip of her coffee, and turned to Clay after swallowing. “It’s hard to find good, solid help around here. She knows that, but likes to think her evil genius is keeping her with a paycheck.”

“So you’re not the receptionist.” Clay was looking at her oddly, going from Ava to Chloe and once more. “She called you boss.” His eyes widened. “You’re Tara.”

“Well, I did tell you that me reviewing your case was the same as her doing it.” Chloe shuffled him towards the door, not sure why she hadn’t wanted him to know that she was one of the ones in charge here. “We’ll call you, Mister Miller. In any case, try to rest, okay? You look horrible.”

He nodded, running a hand over his hair slightly self-consciously, before leaving, going towards a motorcycle.

Chloe forced herself to turn away from him and was met by a smirking Ava. “What?”

“Why am I not surprised that the only day I’m late a hunk comes by for a case?” Ava asked, grinning, leaning on the desk. “Is he single?”

“You’re not.” Chloe reminded her.

“Not for me!” Ava gasped, hand to her heart. “I meant for Tara.”

“Tara isn’t real.” The blonde sat down on the desk, taking a sip of the delicious coffee.

He doesn’t know that.” Ava pointed out.

“Even if he was interested and I was interested, we have a firm no dating the clients rule.” Chloe took another sip.

“It’s not like he’ll be our client for the rest of his life.” Ava stressed.

Chloe made a face at her. “Don’t you have wedding invitations you need to be ‘secretly’ going over now that the phones aren’t ringing?”

Ava’s eyes widened. “How did you know that?”

Chloe smirked. “I am Tara, I know all.”

And with that she got up and took the Miller file with her, taking a sip of her coffee, trying to hide her grin as Ava watched her leave with wide-eyed fascination.


4th-Nov-2009 06:52 pm (UTC)
This is an intriguing beginning! How will they be able to defeat Jason? Can't wait to see find out :):)
4th-Nov-2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
Well, they have something the others didn't. They have knowledge of the occult, of weapons, and how to use them :D
4th-Nov-2009 07:52 pm (UTC)


*waits for more*
4th-Nov-2009 08:06 pm (UTC)
will try to keep you from waiting too long :D
4th-Nov-2009 08:16 pm (UTC)
cool! :D
5th-Nov-2009 12:54 am (UTC)
interesting....Im liking this so far...curious where it will go!
5th-Nov-2009 01:02 am (UTC)
Hopefully it will not disappoint:D
5th-Nov-2009 01:17 am (UTC)
"I am Tara, I know all". *snicker*

And Jared Padalecki? Total babefest. Excellent choice for the male lead.

Can't wait for more!
5th-Nov-2009 05:20 am (UTC)
I know, I love all of his roles! *except maybe for the thomas kindcaid one since I haven't had the desire to watch that movie*
5th-Nov-2009 03:59 am (UTC)
For the record, while it's kind of obvious you're not going that way, I'd kind of been hoping for the Sam/Clay confusion schtick. I love the thing where two characters played by the same actor confuse everyone else and themselves.

(Did you know that Jared P. played McGyver's nephew *Clay* McGyver in a failed tv pilot? It's almost better than Dean Winchester vs Dean Forrester)


You're having Chloe cultivate an aura of omniscience? This is interesting. How long until she cements that by knowing how to make yak cheese or something? In any event, this is quite interesting and I look forward to seeing what Jason turns out to be.
5th-Nov-2009 05:22 am (UTC)
I didn't know that! *about the Clay roles*

Well, Chloe knows about Ava because of the security cameras more than omnicience----but where would be the fun in letting her secretary/receptionist know that? lol
5th-Nov-2009 05:32 am (UTC)
I was lost at first I didn't know who Clay was but now I'm curious to see how Tara deals with Jason.
5th-Nov-2009 01:01 pm (UTC)
Sorry for confusing you at first :(
29th-Aug-2010 05:20 am (UTC)
Awesome fic! The fact that Ava was in the building for maybe a minute before she started to play matchmaker made me snicker. When I was reading this I couldn't help but think of Dean when you mentioned "McHottie". I could just imagine the "meet the parents" moment with Chloe subtly scaring the crap out of whoever Lois dated. But then whoever got that far with Lois would have to be pretty brave lol, and I mean that in the nicest way of course :)
29th-Aug-2010 04:12 pm (UTC)
Well it's not Dean, because Sam and Dean aren't in this universe...but..yeah...can't say anything else!!!
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