SV/SPN crossover: Nowhere to Run (20-23/?)
Title: Nowhere to Run: Part Three
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural crossover
Rated: R for violence, language and sexual content
Pairing: Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I’d have a lot more money than the 75 cents in my pocket, so yeah. Not mine. :P Don’t sue. Thanks.
Author’s Note: Title inspired by the song “Snow White Queen” by Evanescence.
Parts 1-7 | Parts 8-16 | Parts 17-19 | Parts 20-23
Twenty
“So what are you thinking?” Dean asked, stuffing a large bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth as Sam and Chloe watched with something between amusement and fascinated disgust.
“That you’re a pig,” Sam responded with a smirk.
Dean smirked back and said something undistinguishable around his mouthful of food.
Sam made a face and looked at Chloe, shaking his head slightly.
She grinned.
“Sam. Shapeshifter. Focus.”
“I am focused.” He gazed at Chloe. “What can you tell us about these meteor rocks?”
She leaned forward. “Well most of the people who were caught in the meteor showers got their abilities from whatever they were doing at the time.”
“You mean if someone was washing their car, they could wash their car better?” Dean asked with a smirk, ignoring the look his brother shot him.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “No. But if someone was running and happened to get caught in the meteor shower, that person could have developed the ability to super-speed. Or if someone was wishing they were invisible…”
“They gained the ability to make themselves invisible at will,” Sam murmured.
“Not in all cases. But that tends to be how it works. At least on a basic level.” She gazed at him.
“So the person we’re looking for wished he or she could shape shift?” Dean looked between them. He snatched a piece of bacon off Sam’s plate.
She shrugged. “Maybe. Sometimes the abilities are just an enhancement for latent abilities that a person already has and may or may not be aware of.”
“You think the person was already a shape shifter?” Sam asked curiously.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
He sat back in his chair, thinking. “Dean, when did the first murder happen?”
“Huh?” Dean looked up from his plate.
Sam heaved a sigh. “All right, I need to get my laptop.” He pushed his chair back.
“I’ll come with you,” she volunteered, also standing up. “I’m good at research.”
“Oh I bet you are,” Dean smirked as he shoveled another bite of egg into his mouth.
Glaring, Sam smacked him on the back of his head before following Chloe up the stairs.
Twenty One
She sat beside him at Lois’s kitchen table, both of their laptops in front of them. “Who was the first victim?” she asked, glancing at his screen.
“Sandy Corbell.”
Her face paled as she inhaled sharply in surprise.
“You knew her.” His voice was soft as he turned his head to look at her.
“She was in my graduating class,” she murmured. “I sat beside her in Chemistry junior year.”
Sam rested a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
She tried to smile but didn’t quite manage it. “The mortality rate in Smallville’s always been unusually high.” She looked back at her own computer, feeling his gaze on her. Biting her lower lip, she typed something in. “Victim number two…Carrie Sanders, three days later.”
“Did you know her?”
“No.” She shook her head a little.
“The third victim was Cathy Savenski. She was…” His voice trailed off and he swallowed hard.
“What? What is it?” She looked at him worriedly.
“She was the current editor of the Torch at Smallville High.”
She stared at him for a moment, looking at the screen at the picture of the pretty blonde’s obituary. A knot formed in her stomach as a thought occurred to her. “Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“I know who it is.”
Twenty-Two
Sam watched as Chloe paced the length of the kitchen, her face pale. He was seriously starting to worry that she would wear a hole in the tile. He hung up the phone. “He escaped from county lockup.” His voice was grim.
“Well, that’s just fantastic.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
“Did he escape or did he just walk out?”
Sam glanced at her again. “What do you--”
“If he’s a shape shifter, he could have just shifted and made himself look like one of the guards.”
He stared at her .”She’s right.”
“And the day keeps on getting better.” Dean shot her a look. “Any idea why this guy’s after you?”
“Dean!” Sam moved to her side, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Chloe, I need you to think for a minute. Do you have any idea who this guy really is?”
“No, I…” She shook her head, closing her eyes momentarily. “It could be anyone.” Her voice was barely audible.
“Hey. Look at me.” He gazed at her intently, meeting her eyes when she opened them reluctantly. “It’s gonna be all right. Nothing’s going to happen to you. I promise.”
She swallowed hard, nodding very slightly.
Sam turned to look at his brother. “This thing can look like anyone. We need to have a codeword in case it decides to make itself look like one of us.”
Dean arched his eyebrow, shrugging. “Metallicar.” He grinned.
He glanced back at Chloe. “Can you remember that?”
She offered him a small smile. “I have a pretty much photographic memory.” Except when someone wipes it out, she thought bitterly, her body tense.
“All right. Now we just need a plan to find this thing.”
Dean cleared his throat. “I have one.”
She looked over at him, a little surprised. “What is it?”
He looked directly at her. “Well this thing is after you.”
Chloe held his gaze, swallowing hard. “Bait.”
Twenty-Three
“Forget it,” Sam snapped, glaring at his brother for even suggesting it. “We’re not using Chloe as bait!”
He glared back at Sam. “You got any other ideas, college boy?”
“No, but when I do it won’t involve putting an innocent person in even more danger!”
“Guys.”
“Hey, every blonde girl with the initials C.S. between here and Metropolis is in danger until this thing is dead!” Dean’s gaze was intense, angry.
His jaw clenched and he took a menacing step toward his brother. “That’s not Chloe’s fault!”
“Guys!”
“And I’m not saying it is!” He retorted, moving toward Sam, as well. “But I’m saying the best way we have to get this thing is to lay a trap and unfortunately that means using your girlfriend as bait!”
Chloe grabbed Sam’s arm before he could punch Dean in the face. “Stop it!” she said loudly, getting between them and keeping them each at arm’s length from the other. She turned her gaze to Sam. “He’s right. This thing is after me, Sam. And three girls have already been killed because of it.”
“Chloe--” He shook his head, his eyes filled with worry.
She turned to face Dean. “I’ll do it.”
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural crossover
Rated: R for violence, language and sexual content
Pairing: Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I’d have a lot more money than the 75 cents in my pocket, so yeah. Not mine. :P Don’t sue. Thanks.
Author’s Note: Title inspired by the song “Snow White Queen” by Evanescence.
Parts 1-7 | Parts 8-16 | Parts 17-19 | Parts 20-23
Twenty
“So what are you thinking?” Dean asked, stuffing a large bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth as Sam and Chloe watched with something between amusement and fascinated disgust.
“That you’re a pig,” Sam responded with a smirk.
Dean smirked back and said something undistinguishable around his mouthful of food.
Sam made a face and looked at Chloe, shaking his head slightly.
She grinned.
“Sam. Shapeshifter. Focus.”
“I am focused.” He gazed at Chloe. “What can you tell us about these meteor rocks?”
She leaned forward. “Well most of the people who were caught in the meteor showers got their abilities from whatever they were doing at the time.”
“You mean if someone was washing their car, they could wash their car better?” Dean asked with a smirk, ignoring the look his brother shot him.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “No. But if someone was running and happened to get caught in the meteor shower, that person could have developed the ability to super-speed. Or if someone was wishing they were invisible…”
“They gained the ability to make themselves invisible at will,” Sam murmured.
“Not in all cases. But that tends to be how it works. At least on a basic level.” She gazed at him.
“So the person we’re looking for wished he or she could shape shift?” Dean looked between them. He snatched a piece of bacon off Sam’s plate.
She shrugged. “Maybe. Sometimes the abilities are just an enhancement for latent abilities that a person already has and may or may not be aware of.”
“You think the person was already a shape shifter?” Sam asked curiously.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
He sat back in his chair, thinking. “Dean, when did the first murder happen?”
“Huh?” Dean looked up from his plate.
Sam heaved a sigh. “All right, I need to get my laptop.” He pushed his chair back.
“I’ll come with you,” she volunteered, also standing up. “I’m good at research.”
“Oh I bet you are,” Dean smirked as he shoveled another bite of egg into his mouth.
Glaring, Sam smacked him on the back of his head before following Chloe up the stairs.
Twenty One
She sat beside him at Lois’s kitchen table, both of their laptops in front of them. “Who was the first victim?” she asked, glancing at his screen.
“Sandy Corbell.”
Her face paled as she inhaled sharply in surprise.
“You knew her.” His voice was soft as he turned his head to look at her.
“She was in my graduating class,” she murmured. “I sat beside her in Chemistry junior year.”
Sam rested a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
She tried to smile but didn’t quite manage it. “The mortality rate in Smallville’s always been unusually high.” She looked back at her own computer, feeling his gaze on her. Biting her lower lip, she typed something in. “Victim number two…Carrie Sanders, three days later.”
“Did you know her?”
“No.” She shook her head a little.
“The third victim was Cathy Savenski. She was…” His voice trailed off and he swallowed hard.
“What? What is it?” She looked at him worriedly.
“She was the current editor of the Torch at Smallville High.”
She stared at him for a moment, looking at the screen at the picture of the pretty blonde’s obituary. A knot formed in her stomach as a thought occurred to her. “Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“I know who it is.”
Twenty-Two
Sam watched as Chloe paced the length of the kitchen, her face pale. He was seriously starting to worry that she would wear a hole in the tile. He hung up the phone. “He escaped from county lockup.” His voice was grim.
“Well, that’s just fantastic.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
“Did he escape or did he just walk out?”
Sam glanced at her again. “What do you--”
“If he’s a shape shifter, he could have just shifted and made himself look like one of the guards.”
He stared at her .”She’s right.”
“And the day keeps on getting better.” Dean shot her a look. “Any idea why this guy’s after you?”
“Dean!” Sam moved to her side, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Chloe, I need you to think for a minute. Do you have any idea who this guy really is?”
“No, I…” She shook her head, closing her eyes momentarily. “It could be anyone.” Her voice was barely audible.
“Hey. Look at me.” He gazed at her intently, meeting her eyes when she opened them reluctantly. “It’s gonna be all right. Nothing’s going to happen to you. I promise.”
She swallowed hard, nodding very slightly.
Sam turned to look at his brother. “This thing can look like anyone. We need to have a codeword in case it decides to make itself look like one of us.”
Dean arched his eyebrow, shrugging. “Metallicar.” He grinned.
He glanced back at Chloe. “Can you remember that?”
She offered him a small smile. “I have a pretty much photographic memory.” Except when someone wipes it out, she thought bitterly, her body tense.
“All right. Now we just need a plan to find this thing.”
Dean cleared his throat. “I have one.”
She looked over at him, a little surprised. “What is it?”
He looked directly at her. “Well this thing is after you.”
Chloe held his gaze, swallowing hard. “Bait.”
Twenty-Three
“Forget it,” Sam snapped, glaring at his brother for even suggesting it. “We’re not using Chloe as bait!”
He glared back at Sam. “You got any other ideas, college boy?”
“No, but when I do it won’t involve putting an innocent person in even more danger!”
“Guys.”
“Hey, every blonde girl with the initials C.S. between here and Metropolis is in danger until this thing is dead!” Dean’s gaze was intense, angry.
His jaw clenched and he took a menacing step toward his brother. “That’s not Chloe’s fault!”
“Guys!”
“And I’m not saying it is!” He retorted, moving toward Sam, as well. “But I’m saying the best way we have to get this thing is to lay a trap and unfortunately that means using your girlfriend as bait!”
Chloe grabbed Sam’s arm before he could punch Dean in the face. “Stop it!” she said loudly, getting between them and keeping them each at arm’s length from the other. She turned her gaze to Sam. “He’s right. This thing is after me, Sam. And three girls have already been killed because of it.”
“Chloe--” He shook his head, his eyes filled with worry.
She turned to face Dean. “I’ll do it.”