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When Tara Met Jason 2/4 
5th-Nov-2009 01:11 pm
chlam/chlay
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

 

Tara Paranormal Investigations was unlike any place Clay had ever been to.

That feeling was only magnified when he came in the next day, surprised that they’d been able to finish checking up everything in that short time. From the outside it looked like a chic building, and from the advertisements that circulated the city (the way he’d been able to find them) it looked more like some sort of beauty or fashion business than a paranormal investigative agency.

Re-entering the building he nodded to the receptionist, the girl Tara had referred to as “Ava”. The brunette was blowing dry her fingernails by wriggling them in front of a fan, talking on the phone (that was between her cheek and shoulder) and typing with her other hand. She gave him an impish smile and pressed a button that opened up another part of the building.

Music could be heard from inside.

Taking in a deep breath, Clay stepped inside, trying not to jump when the opening closed shut behind him.

A Static Lullaby’s cover of “Toxic” blared on the speakers on the ceiling, messing completely with the office-ambient in this section, but it didn’t seem to bother the females.

A tall, curvy brunette was texting on her phone as she exited the bathroom, not even noticing him, bobbing her head to the screaming vocals mixed with melodic vocals. She was dressed in skimpy daisy dukes, a baby-t, and brown cowboy boots.

Not exactly something Clay would have expected to be worn at an office.

To his right, coming out of the elevator, attention completely fixed to the documents in her hands, a tiny brunette appeared. She wore a pink dress, stylish pumps, and there was some sort of pinkish glitter in her hair. She hummed along to the song happily, biting on her pen as she strolled right by him without even noticing he was even there.

A door to the far left opened, showing a peek of a stairwell, and a pretty blonde with comfortable jeans and a tank top that read “Suck You” kicked the door closed after her as she entered, twirling a blade through her fingers almost without thought, as she danced to the music and tested the weight and force of an ancient looking weapon Clay had never seen before.

A little shocked at this weird place, Clay went to the elevator the tiny brunette had vacated and he pressed the top floor and waited as the elevator rose, play soft classical music, and then when the doors opened with the soft ding, they opened to loud blasting of Zebrahead’s cover of “Wannabe”.

More and more intrigued with this place, Clay tried remembering the directions Tara had given him through the phone, and after backtracking a couple of times since no one appeared to be in the top level, he finally found the Board Room, and knocked.

“Come in!” Tara’s voice called from inside over the music.

The music changed to New Found Glory’s cover of Time After Time.

Clay opened the door and stopped.

Tara was standing on the table, shoes off, standing on her tiptoes, trying to fix something with the lamp over the table.

“You need some help?” He asked, hands hiding in his pockets, suddenly nervous.

She turned to look at him and smiled. “That’s okay. I’ve got it.” Finishing whatever it was that she was doing, she walked to the edge of the desk and jumped down, smiling at him as she fixed her hair and straightened her suit before stepping back into her shoes, still so short compared to him despite the dangerously tall heels. “Mister Miller, I hope you didn’t have too much trouble navigating the maze of offices we have up here.”

“Uhm, no, I—I got here okay.” He followed her with his gaze as she went to a panel and lowered the volume of the music in the room. “And, please, call me Clay.”

“Then call me Chloe.” She surprised him by requesting. “Tara is, well, let’s just say it’s something like a stripper name.”

He blinked, amused by the comparison. “You look more like a Chloe.”

“I think so too.” She agreed, motioning for him to sit down. “Mister…Clay…we went over your case and to be truthful this Jason could have been many things.” Chloe sat down as well, passing him some folders to look over. “There were just some aspects of it though, especially the details I got from you over the phone last night, that helped us agree to the fact that he was a revenant.”

“What’s that?” Clay asked, putting down the folders and looking at her expectantly.

“Well, a revenant is similar to a zombie in some ways yet completely different.” Chloe responded, steeling her fingers together in front of her. “They are beings that died, which have been raised by a necromancer of sorts, and yet aren’t in ghost form but in solid form. They are fast, agile, they’re incredibly smart----which completely differentiates them from zombies----and thus it makes them the perfect killing weapons and near impossible to kill.”

Clay frowned.

Chloe grinned brightly. “We’re all extremely excited about this.”

Once again Clay couldn’t get this building or the people working in it. “You’re excited about a near immortal killing machine?”

“Well, of course!” Chloe announced, standing. “We’ve never come up against something like this before, and due to the many different diverse legends on how to kill a revenant it means we get to try out some of the weapons and/or gadgets and/or spells we have never thought we’d have to. It’s quite exciting.”

Clay just looked at the tiny blonde in worry. “We?” He frowned, standing. “You’re not planning on going with your team to Camp Crystal Lake, are you?”

“Of course I am.” She frowned at him, looking insulted that he’d ever doubted it. “This is my case. I’m going with Jo and Lois, I doubt he’ll feel intimidated by three girls and-----.”

“Three girls?” Clay asked, eyes widening. “Why don’t you have men working this case? That monster massacre everyone in one night!”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Clay, but the people he massacred were sheep to him. We’re wolves to his cougar. There’s a difference.” Chloe stood, leaning her hip against the desk and folding her arms over her chest. “And anyway, Tara currently only has female employees, and even if it did have any of the male sort, we don’t put down anyone or question their ability to get a job done just because of their sex.”

Clay winced, hearing the steel under her words, and even though he wanted to protest this more he had a feeling that she just might smack him if he did. And even though she was a tiny little thing, this Chloe woman was really intimidating.

“I----how can you be excited by this sort of thing?” Clay resigned himself to accepting the rest of her argument, but he couldn’t accept this part. “I watched this thing tear apart so many people without even breaking breath---without even grunting…the thought ever seeing it again fills me with anger and terror and yet you’re excited to go and be close to it.”

“Well, we’ve been up against a lot of things that fit that description,” Chloe admitted with a sigh and slight raise of her right shoulder. “And to be truthful, the only thing that fills me with unholy fear these days is Lois + Technopagan Website + Materials = Invention.”

He raised a confused eyebrow.

She sighed. “But enough of my woes. My team is going over the things we need and we’ll be leaving for Crystal Lake in around an hour. That was why I asked you to come in so early so I could give you a quick update before we leave for the job.”

Clay frowned, not liking the thought of her going out there. If he’d known… “I’m coming too.”

She frowned at him. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.” He replied. “I’ve survived this thing, I know exactly where its lair is. I can be help.”

“You can be killed.” Chloe placed her hands on her hips. “You’re staying here safe and sound and waiting on our report. And that’s final.

“No, it’s not.” Clay drew his height card on her, glaring right down at her. “I’m coming too. I already know where you’re going. Even if you don’t ‘let’ me come I’ll just ride there and you’ll have to deal with meanyway.”

Chloe growled at him.

She actually growled.

It was kinda cute.

In a murderous kinda way.

Fine.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “If one of our clients gets killed it’ll ruin us anyway, so it’ll be better if you’re with us and at least you’ll have an idea of how to keep your sexist ass safe.”

“Yes boss.” He smiled, nodding.

She sighed, shaking her head at him. “Come with me, we’re going to have to talk to Jo and get her to brief you on the weapons and such before we leave.”

Clay nodded and followed her out.

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When they arrived at Crystal Lake the next morning, Chloe took in a deep breath and smiled at the scent of nature…and maybe a little danger. They’d taken turns driving and then had spent an hour or two sleeping their jetlag at a motel in the small town an hour from the camping ground before finally making their way to Crystal Lake. Clay had gotten increasingly silent and tense as they got closer and closer, and Chloe had found herself placing her hand on his shoulder in silent comfort.

Clay had jumped at the touch before turning to look at her in shock and embarrassment, nodding in thanks.

He probably thought he looked like a coward or something, but Lois, Jo and Chloe were actually quite impressed with him. Anyone who went through something like he had would have been naturally traumatized and would want to stay as far away as possible, and yet here he was with them, facing his fears.

It was admirable.

Chloe wondered if he had a job.

Jo stretched, giving a little mewl as her muscles stretched pleasantly, and she took in a deep breath of fresh air, grinning. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Lois rolled her eyes at her, but was grinning as she pulled her hair up into a knot on her hair, a little messy and yet out of her face and thus out of her way. “We need to get you a boyfriend.”

“Why?” Jo wanted to know, bending over, warming her body like an athlete about to compete in the Olympics. “McHottie have a brother?”

“No.” Lois pouted, going to the trunk and lifting it, pressing the access codes into the hidden panel and watching as the fake bottom moved out of the way to reveal their impressive arsenal. “Well, none that Iknow about anyway.”

Chloe frowned. “What do you know about McHottie?”

“He’s hot, and nice, and considerate.” Lois sighed dreamily, before shaking her head. “Well, uhm, he’s actually not nice and considerate per se, or, well, he doesn’t like you to realize he’s being nice and considerate. He has to act like a complete asshole while he’s being that way, but you can tell, and it makes him so embarrassed and uncomfortable when he realizes you have realized. It’s so cute! Just---just don’t call him cute or he’ll punch you.”

“He sounds perfect boyfriend material.” Jo mumbled under her breath, checking her shoes.

“Doesn’t he?” Lois grinned, not catching the undertone of the comment.

Clay looked at the both girls, seeming a little lost.

Chloe sent him an amused grin before turning her attention to Lois. “You realize that you’re not going to get away with just calling him McHottie, right? You’re going to have to tell us more about him.”

Lois winced. “Whatever happened to personal life being personal?”

“It was only a naive delusion.” Chloe responded. “If you don’t start giving me some info on this man you know I’m going to have him checked, and if he has any skeletons in the closet I prefer to hear them from you than from his criminal records.”

Lois winced. “Uhm, yeah, about that…”

Jo’s eyes widened. “He has a criminal record?”

“Well, not exactly…” Lois rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

“How can you not exactly have a criminal record?” Clay wanted to know.

Lois pouted. “It’s…complicated.”

Chloe was not amused. “After we’re done with this revenant you and I are having a serious conversation.”

Lois sighed, looking as if someone had declared her death sentence. “Damn.”

Jo smirked.

Clay was quite entertained, forgetting for a moment exactly where they were and why.

“Okay, we’re on company time, and the revenant has been known to work in daylight, so let’s get this done with quickly.” Chloe clapped her hands, getting everyone’s attention. “This is how we’re going to do it, Clay will be in charge of loading and transporting our weapons, grimoires, and whatnot to the location.”

Clay nodded, wishing he could be of more help but knowing that this was about it.

“Jo will be our eyes, watching out in case the revenant breaks out of the usual behavior and chooses to attack before doing a recon of the trespassers, or, otherwise known as us.”

“Already on it.” Jo grinned pumping her shotgun and aiming it in front of her as she surveyed the landscape.

“Lois, load up everything we’re going to need.”

The brunette nodded, pulling out some bags from the trunk and passing them to Clay. Some were already filled, but the others were empty, and she quickly fixed that, stuffing every single thing they might (and not) need while on this hunt, not giving Clay any mercy concerning weight issues.

“I’ll draw the symbols around the car.” Pulling out her iron, custom-made dagger from the strap around her thigh, Chloe bent down and began doing so.

“Symbols?” Clay asked, not even grunting under the heavy weight Lois was relentlessly piling on him.

Lois looked a little put out.

“The boss was up all night after your phone call doing more studying, and she came upon some symbols that a revenant can’t cross over, which are also the same symbols Wendigos can’t cross over. Called the Anasazi symbols.” Jo explained, not noticing Clay’s confusion at the mention of a wendigo. “They’re very similar, and in theory, adding the salt and other things around the border of it, well, he should be unable to pass the circle.”

“Should? In Theory?” Clay picked up on the parts Chloe had hoped he hadn’t.

“What? Didn’t T tell you that we’ve never gone up against a revenant before?” Lois asked, finally getting the last thing and putting it in the bag, and locking the trunk with the access codes, turning to Clay.

“Yeah, she told me.” He nodded before frowning. “T?”

“T---for Tara?” Lois made a face as if this should be obvious. “Everyone else calls her Tara. Why can’t we?”

She looked like she was going to sulk.

Chloe rolled her eyes at her cousin. “Maybe because you guys know it’s not my name?”

“It’s your alter ego’s name.” Lois shrugged.

“I don’t have an alter ego.” Chloe frowned at her.

Sure you do.” Jo countered as Lois joined behind Chloe and began to carefully sprinkle an unbroken circle of salt around the outside of the circle, and once Chloe was done Lois sprinkled an unbroken line of ground Cats Eye shells around the inner part of the circle. “Tara is your business personality, and Chloe is your everyday personality.”

Chloe thought that over, and noticed Clay giving her a curious look as she continued with what she was doing.

Once the protection circle was finished the women stepped back to admire their handy work before each grabbing their own guns and then they were off into the woods.

Chloe noticed Clay’s nervousness as they got closer and closer towards the supposedly abandoned campsite, and she couldn’t blame him. These woods were spooky on their own, much less without the memories of the massacre that must leave him sleepless at nights.

They made their way to the abandoned sleepaway cabins, and after Clay pointed out which one had the secret entrance to Jason’s underground lair, Jo and Lois picked the closest, best kept cabin and while Lois and Chloe began once again to draw the symbols and put down the salt and cats eye shells around their chosen fortress, Jo and Clay were inside the cabin, putting away the things brought and fortifying it form within.

Finished, curious, Chloe broke her own rule of being alone while on this hunt and leaned against a tree, looking at Jason’s cabin, wondering if somehow the revenant was there looking back at her even now. She usually got cold chills whenever close to anything supernatural, but from what Clay had told her and what she’d discovered while researching, Jason was the perfect mixture of human and supernatural.

He was going to be a challenge.

She couldn’t wait.

A hand came down on her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly in surprise.

It was Clay, looking apologetic for having scared her.

Chloe eyed him in surprise.

It took a lot to sneak up on her---especially unintentionally.

The guy had light footsteps, which was shocking, really.

“Are you half cat?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, not dignifying that with an answer, before turning his gaze towards the cabin. “He knows that we’re here, you know.”

“They always do.” She let him in on the secret, leaning towards him, gaze back on the cabin as well. “I want to go inside and check out its natural habitat, but since we’re not exactly sure what will work on him we’ll have to wait for him to come to us.”

Clay let out a shaky laugh. “I can’t believe you actually are excited about this.” He shook his head in self-disgust. “I feel like such a coward. None of you three girls even reach my shoulders and yet you’re all restraining yourselves from barreling in there after it---and I’m doing all I can to keep it together and not vomit.”

Chloe turned towards him, resting a hand on his arm. “Clay, it’s understandable. We all have things that terrify us beyond words, and you watched this thing murder your friends and sister, it’s to be expected, your reaction that is. And you know what? This might be a good experience for you after all---facing your fears and conquering them. It might give you the closure you need to be able to get on with your life.”

He sighed, taking in a deep breath. “That would be nice.”

“And how about this?” Chloe grinned. “When its all over and done with, and this sucker is toast, I’ll let you be the one to salt and burn him, how about that?”

Clay blinked. “Salt and burn…?”

Chloe grinned brighter, and led him carefully to their fortress as she began to explain.

 

 


Comments 
5th-Nov-2009 07:56 pm (UTC)
I loved Clay's reaction that a bunch of girls will be going up against Jason--he doesn't mean to be sexist but I think he's genuinely worried.

And I hope that Lois, Jo, Lana and Ava try to do a little matchmaking for Chloe and Clay--once the job is over with of course :)
5th-Nov-2009 08:19 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Clay isn't being sexist on purpose---he's already had two girls get killed by Jason while on his watch, and the thought of more innocent girls getting sliced and diced terrify him.
6th-Nov-2009 01:15 am (UTC)
This is awesome so far. I especially love that it is the girls about to take on the scary killer and are excited about it while the guy is freaking out and just gets to carry stuff (though his fear is totally understandable) *grins* Can't wait to see what happens next and now I really have to see this movie.
6th-Nov-2009 02:18 am (UTC)
It must be emasculating to be this huge man surrounded by tiny women and only being able to carry the luggage :D
6th-Nov-2009 03:12 am (UTC)
awesome awesome awesome update...Im so loving this...cannot wait for more...you're doing amazing...

yay!
6th-Nov-2009 03:30 am (UTC)
Thank you very much :D
6th-Nov-2009 03:30 am (UTC)
Interesting. Although, as a point, I believe they were Anasazi symbols because they were symbols invented by the Anasazi people, not because someone named them something that meant symbols-that-repel-cannibalistic-critters.

Neither here nor there, of course. This is a delightful chapter and I won't comment on Clay and the sexist/non-sexist nature of the man because it's already been said in the other comments. I did like how Lois was disappointed he didn't even twitch over the weight she piled on him.
6th-Nov-2009 03:52 am (UTC)
That was actually what I meant (about the symbols), I'm sorry if it was confusing. I didn't realize how I'd written it it made it sound that way *sheepish grin*

Lois----her and her evil tendencies----going completely unnoticed!
6th-Nov-2009 09:06 am (UTC)
Excellent chapter.

Poor Clay he's trying to keep it together and being surrounded by a bunch of girls excited for a hunt doesn't help.

Can't wait for more!!!
6th-Nov-2009 04:44 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you're enjoying! :D
14th-Jan-2010 04:30 pm (UTC)
I just started reading this series and it's really, really fantastic how you're weaving all of the stories together. I'm loving Clay seeing as his personality is so much like Sam's. Also, I'm getting the feeling that McHottie might be the Dean in your 'verse.

I'm too excited to keep typing and am going to the next chapter, but know, you've got me hooked on a new series, yours.
14th-Jan-2010 04:37 pm (UTC)
Well, I usually don't like to give away anything, but I CAN say that McHottie ISN"T Dean :D *leaves you, quite evilly, with the mystery*
12th-Feb-2010 12:45 pm (UTC)
Hah! I knew it!!!
29th-Aug-2010 05:30 am (UTC)
Anonymous
LOVE this series so far, especially how put out Lois seemed Clay was virtually unaffected by all the luggage *snicker*. If Dean isn't McHottie, then maybe John? I always saw them as a more compatible couple then Lois with any of the other Winchester boys, and you did say she met him on a job...
29th-Aug-2010 04:22 pm (UTC)
*grins*
I'm happy you're enjoying.
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