Fic: But Deliver Us From Evil (2/8)
Fic: But Deliver Us From Evil (2/8)
By: Pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Jo
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Jo
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Fun only.
Summary: While hunting Kelpie, things go very wrong for Sam, Dean and Chloe.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
This is part of the Special Projects series. The rest of the fics can be found here.
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #30 Death. The table is here.
18 hours earlier
Sam arose early and found Chloe hunched over the kitchen table. Her notes from 33.1 were spread out across the surface. He poured a cup of coffee and sat down across from her.
“Morning,” he said as his eyes skated across her scattered papers.
“Is it?” Chloe glanced up from a drawing of a double helix. Her eyes traveled to the window, before returning to the drawing. “I guess it is.”
Sam could see that Chloe was a workaholic by nature. But she seemed a little overboard lately. He guessed that this was her way of coping with what was going on with her mother. He glanced at the notes in front of him - and spotted that cryptic message from Arrow to Watchtower. He'd been correct in guessing the contents of the note. Now he hoped that Chloe would open up to him about what it all meant.
“Chloe,” he began hesitantly. She glanced up with a raised eyebrow of inquiry. “What was all that intrigue in Kansas City about?” He tilted his head in curiosity. “If we knew your mother was there, we could have taken you to see her.”
“I know,” she turned back to the paperwork. Sam held in a frustrated sigh. When she didn't want to talk about something, Chloe could be every bit as stubborn as Dean.
“That's it?”
She looked up again. A guarded expression was on her face.
“We didn't know what to think, Chloe.” Sam said. “When you were here, you were Martha Stewart. When you weren't with us, you were all cloak and dagger.” He broke off, stared at her and hoped that his words would get through. “You didn't have to do that. If you wanted to see your mom, we could have taken you.”
“I know you could, Sam,” She sighed. “It's just -- My mom is tied up in all this stuff with Lex Luthor.”
“Is she a meta, too?” Sam asked quietly.
“It's complicated,” Chloe rested her head in her hands. She glanced up at Sam ruefully. He nodded to her encouragingly. “Mom can control the other meteor freaks, including me.”
“Did you get your powers from her?” Sam asked.
“That would have been hard, considering that I was six when the first meteor shower occurred.” Chloe shrugged. “My memory is kind of swiss-cheese holey about that time. I think she made me forget a lot of what happened. But I suspect that we were present for the first shower. That's the only time that both of us could have been exposed at once.
“There are a lot of things from my childhood that I think she made me forget. Eventually, she realized that if she asked someone to do something, they would do it no matter what.”
“No matter what?” The words sounded ominous to Sam. “Did she hurt someone?”
“Let's just say that when she had herself committed, she told people that she was a danger to me, and leave it at that.”
Sam didn't miss the way that Chloe unconsciously rubbed her hands, as if rubbing scars that existed only in memory. He frowned, and looked back at her notes.
“I guess it's fitting that she's catatonic,” Chloe shrugged. “Possibly the most dangerous meteor freak out there is locked in her own mind where she can't hurt anyone.”
“So why the intrigue?” Sam shrugged. “I mean . . . Arrow? Watchtower?”
“The Justice League is big on code names,” Chloe said. “They make big enemies: the kind that wouldn't think twice about taking out a lowly digger like me. So they use code names. Watchtower is more of a designation for the kind of freelance work I do for them on occasion.”
“Why is the Justice League so interested in hiding your mom?”
“Remember when I told you that there was a way to bring her out of her catatonic state?”
“You said it caused more trouble than it was worth,” Sam said.
“That's because the company that developed it . . . is Luthorcorp.”
Sam inhaled sharply. Luthorcorp, which was run by Lex Luthor, the guy who had some kind of double of Chloe working as a personal assistant. And also the same guy who could conceivably have a vendetta against for the 33.1 story.
“You think he wants to use her to get to you?”
“Some folks like to kill two birds with one stone. Lex is a guy who likes to kill whole flocks of birds with his very own death ray. If Lex controls my mother, he controls all meteor freaks including me. Through me, he has access to the Justice League, plus all my research on metahumans.”
“Good thing your mom is hidden.”
She nodded. “I can't go back there, Sam. He could trace me back to her too easily. But we were right there . . . I just couldn't resist.”
Sam could understand. If he had the chance to see dad again, he would take it in a heartbeat.
“So,” he picked up a jacket as proof against the early morning chill. “You ready to go pretend to be married? I'm thinking that while we're over there, we can maybe cage out some information on the lake.”
“Why not?” She shrugged. “So tell me about the job.”
“Five suspicious drownings in the last month,” Sam said. “No bodies recovered. The local authorities have swept the lake using sonar - and come up with nothing.”
“What about the case drew your attention?” Chloe asked as she grabbed her own denim jacket.
“The locals say that there is some kind of . . . big fish that is doing it.”
Chloe grinned. “Seems like every deep lake has rumors of fish that grow to the size of a compact car.”
Sam nodded. “If it is a fish, we can leave it to the locals. If not --”
“Seems like we always have this conversation,” Chloe grinned. “Restless spirit? Disturbed Indian burial site? Lake monster?”
“That's kind of what we do, Chloe. We'll just have to poke around and see where the evidence points.” Sam nodded.
watch over those whose names you can read in my heart.
Guard over them with every care
Chloe jerked awake with a start. Feeling disoriented, she looked around the room to try and figure out what was going on.
“It's okay.”
She thought that she recognized Dr. Svenson's wife, Martha, sitting in the chair next to her.
“What happened?”
“I was hoping you could tell me?” Martha said.
Off her confused look, Martha sighed, and began to explain. “You lost a lot of blood. And then your heart stopped. We pumped it with adrenaline to get it going again. And then the bleeding just stopped.”
Chloe nodded. The doctor unintentionally did her a favor in trying to get her heart going again. Adrenaline was a fast-acting fuel to her healing abilities. It probably gave her body that added oomph she needed to purge the anticoagulant from her system. And judging by the clean bandage on her arm, she’d been stitched up, as well.
But her health wasn’t the most important thing.
“How are Sam and Dean?”
She frowned. “Is that their names?” She shook her head. “It isn't going well. The shorter one's heart also stopped.”
Chloe shut her eyes at that news. Please, not Dean. “Is he . . .?” She couldn't get the words out.
“Dead?” Martha shook her head. “Not yet. He's a hell of a fighter, but based on the way he reacted to the treatment, we think his heart has also stopped sometime in the past. We got it started again. But he slipped into a coma. If he wakes up, he'll recover fine. If not . . .”
“What about Sam?”
“By comparison, he's fine,” Martha said. “We patched him up, and we’re using morphine to keep him sedated.”
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“What doesn’t?” The raven-haired lady asked.
She looked blankly at Martha. “I wasn't the one who was supposed to die.”
raise their courage if they weaken; restore their hope if they lose heart, their health if they be ill, truth if they err, repentance if they fail.
By: Pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Jo
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Jo
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Fun only.
Summary: While hunting Kelpie, things go very wrong for Sam, Dean and Chloe.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
This is part of the Special Projects series. The rest of the fics can be found here.
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #30 Death. The table is here.
18 hours earlier
Sam arose early and found Chloe hunched over the kitchen table. Her notes from 33.1 were spread out across the surface. He poured a cup of coffee and sat down across from her.
“Morning,” he said as his eyes skated across her scattered papers.
“Is it?” Chloe glanced up from a drawing of a double helix. Her eyes traveled to the window, before returning to the drawing. “I guess it is.”
Sam could see that Chloe was a workaholic by nature. But she seemed a little overboard lately. He guessed that this was her way of coping with what was going on with her mother. He glanced at the notes in front of him - and spotted that cryptic message from Arrow to Watchtower. He'd been correct in guessing the contents of the note. Now he hoped that Chloe would open up to him about what it all meant.
“Chloe,” he began hesitantly. She glanced up with a raised eyebrow of inquiry. “What was all that intrigue in Kansas City about?” He tilted his head in curiosity. “If we knew your mother was there, we could have taken you to see her.”
“I know,” she turned back to the paperwork. Sam held in a frustrated sigh. When she didn't want to talk about something, Chloe could be every bit as stubborn as Dean.
“That's it?”
She looked up again. A guarded expression was on her face.
“We didn't know what to think, Chloe.” Sam said. “When you were here, you were Martha Stewart. When you weren't with us, you were all cloak and dagger.” He broke off, stared at her and hoped that his words would get through. “You didn't have to do that. If you wanted to see your mom, we could have taken you.”
“I know you could, Sam,” She sighed. “It's just -- My mom is tied up in all this stuff with Lex Luthor.”
“Is she a meta, too?” Sam asked quietly.
“It's complicated,” Chloe rested her head in her hands. She glanced up at Sam ruefully. He nodded to her encouragingly. “Mom can control the other meteor freaks, including me.”
“Did you get your powers from her?” Sam asked.
“That would have been hard, considering that I was six when the first meteor shower occurred.” Chloe shrugged. “My memory is kind of swiss-cheese holey about that time. I think she made me forget a lot of what happened. But I suspect that we were present for the first shower. That's the only time that both of us could have been exposed at once.
“There are a lot of things from my childhood that I think she made me forget. Eventually, she realized that if she asked someone to do something, they would do it no matter what.”
“No matter what?” The words sounded ominous to Sam. “Did she hurt someone?”
“Let's just say that when she had herself committed, she told people that she was a danger to me, and leave it at that.”
Sam didn't miss the way that Chloe unconsciously rubbed her hands, as if rubbing scars that existed only in memory. He frowned, and looked back at her notes.
“I guess it's fitting that she's catatonic,” Chloe shrugged. “Possibly the most dangerous meteor freak out there is locked in her own mind where she can't hurt anyone.”
“So why the intrigue?” Sam shrugged. “I mean . . . Arrow? Watchtower?”
“The Justice League is big on code names,” Chloe said. “They make big enemies: the kind that wouldn't think twice about taking out a lowly digger like me. So they use code names. Watchtower is more of a designation for the kind of freelance work I do for them on occasion.”
“Why is the Justice League so interested in hiding your mom?”
“Remember when I told you that there was a way to bring her out of her catatonic state?”
“You said it caused more trouble than it was worth,” Sam said.
“That's because the company that developed it . . . is Luthorcorp.”
Sam inhaled sharply. Luthorcorp, which was run by Lex Luthor, the guy who had some kind of double of Chloe working as a personal assistant. And also the same guy who could conceivably have a vendetta against for the 33.1 story.
“You think he wants to use her to get to you?”
“Some folks like to kill two birds with one stone. Lex is a guy who likes to kill whole flocks of birds with his very own death ray. If Lex controls my mother, he controls all meteor freaks including me. Through me, he has access to the Justice League, plus all my research on metahumans.”
“Good thing your mom is hidden.”
She nodded. “I can't go back there, Sam. He could trace me back to her too easily. But we were right there . . . I just couldn't resist.”
Sam could understand. If he had the chance to see dad again, he would take it in a heartbeat.
“So,” he picked up a jacket as proof against the early morning chill. “You ready to go pretend to be married? I'm thinking that while we're over there, we can maybe cage out some information on the lake.”
“Why not?” She shrugged. “So tell me about the job.”
“Five suspicious drownings in the last month,” Sam said. “No bodies recovered. The local authorities have swept the lake using sonar - and come up with nothing.”
“What about the case drew your attention?” Chloe asked as she grabbed her own denim jacket.
“The locals say that there is some kind of . . . big fish that is doing it.”
Chloe grinned. “Seems like every deep lake has rumors of fish that grow to the size of a compact car.”
Sam nodded. “If it is a fish, we can leave it to the locals. If not --”
“Seems like we always have this conversation,” Chloe grinned. “Restless spirit? Disturbed Indian burial site? Lake monster?”
“That's kind of what we do, Chloe. We'll just have to poke around and see where the evidence points.” Sam nodded.
watch over those whose names you can read in my heart.
Guard over them with every care
Chloe jerked awake with a start. Feeling disoriented, she looked around the room to try and figure out what was going on.
“It's okay.”
She thought that she recognized Dr. Svenson's wife, Martha, sitting in the chair next to her.
“What happened?”
“I was hoping you could tell me?” Martha said.
Off her confused look, Martha sighed, and began to explain. “You lost a lot of blood. And then your heart stopped. We pumped it with adrenaline to get it going again. And then the bleeding just stopped.”
Chloe nodded. The doctor unintentionally did her a favor in trying to get her heart going again. Adrenaline was a fast-acting fuel to her healing abilities. It probably gave her body that added oomph she needed to purge the anticoagulant from her system. And judging by the clean bandage on her arm, she’d been stitched up, as well.
But her health wasn’t the most important thing.
“How are Sam and Dean?”
She frowned. “Is that their names?” She shook her head. “It isn't going well. The shorter one's heart also stopped.”
Chloe shut her eyes at that news. Please, not Dean. “Is he . . .?” She couldn't get the words out.
“Dead?” Martha shook her head. “Not yet. He's a hell of a fighter, but based on the way he reacted to the treatment, we think his heart has also stopped sometime in the past. We got it started again. But he slipped into a coma. If he wakes up, he'll recover fine. If not . . .”
“What about Sam?”
“By comparison, he's fine,” Martha said. “We patched him up, and we’re using morphine to keep him sedated.”
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“What doesn’t?” The raven-haired lady asked.
She looked blankly at Martha. “I wasn't the one who was supposed to die.”
raise their courage if they weaken; restore their hope if they lose heart, their health if they be ill, truth if they err, repentance if they fail.