The Last Betrayal (Dark fic-Chloe/Lex, Chloe/other?) R. Crossover with SPN.
Title: The Last Betrayal
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine (Conclusion)
The Last Betrayal (Chapter Six)
The last thing Sam expected when his brother returned was to see a pretty blonde cradled in his arms. His eyes widened and he quickly rose to his feet. “Dean? What the--”
“Shh.” Dean hushed him and carefully, gently laid her down on the empty bed nearest the door.
Her face was deathly pale, and bruised, her lower lip split open. Her eyes were shut, her breathing a little ragged.
Dean looked at his brother grimly. “This is Chloe Sullivan,” he said in hushed tones.
“What?” Sam stared at him. “What the hell happened to her? I thought she was out of town!”
He gave his brother a look. “Go get the first aid kit, College Boy. I’ll explain when you get back.”
Sam mentally smacked himself and quickly headed for the bathroom, retrieving the first aid kit, along with a cool wet wash cloth and a couple of large towels. He returned to the bed, sitting down on the opposite side from his brother, worry clouding his eyes. He was startled to realize Dean looked just as worried.
“What did this to her?” he whispered. “Was it another demon?” He gently dabbed the washcloth against her forehead, wiping off a trickle of blood. “And why didn’t you take her to the hospital?”
“It wasn’t a demon. It was a monster. And I didn’t take her to the hospital because it’d be too easy to track her down.”
“So you think this monster’s gonna come after her again?” Sam glanced at him.
“I’d say that’s a pretty good bet.”
“I should start researching. What did it look like?”
“Tall, bald, rich. Goes by the name of Lex Luthor.”
Sam stared at him open-mouthed. “What?”
“Apparently he’s had her locked up all this time. She never left town at all.” Dean gently wrapped a bandage around her upper arm where there was a large, bloody scrape.
“Jesus,” he whispered, sickened. He shifted his gaze to her legs, which were bare and covered in angry red scratches. Her feet were even worse off, bleeding in several places.
Dean glanced at her feet as well. “She was running barefoot in the woods. Ran right in front of me. I almost hit her with the car.”
“She’s hurt bad,” Sam murmured. He gently began to clean the wounds on her feet and cover them in Band-aids.
“I know.”
The brothers worked in tandem, patching up each of her injuries as quickly and gently as possible.
“Dean, we should call Clark. He should know what’s going on.”
He was silent for a moment. “And what if Clark’s phone’s tapped?”
Sam’s heart sank a little. Dean was right. “One of us should go over there and get him.”
“I’ll go. You stay with her.” He rose to his feet, grabbing his keys once more and heading for the door.
“Yeah, okay.” He watched his brother leave once more, then gazed down worriedly at the unconscious blonde. Without thinking about it, he reached out and gently tucked some hair behind her ear, wondering what the hell kind of sick person Lex Luthor must be to capable of harming this woman. “It’s okay,” he murmured, gently laying the washcloth over her forehead. “You’re safe now, Chloe. No one’s gonna hurt you.”
* * *
“What do you mean, she escaped?” Lex’s voice was tense, his gaze boring into James eyes.
He swallowed nervously. “I don’t know how…when I came to do rounds, she was just gone, Mr. Luthor.”
“It was your job to watch her. I’m very displeased, James.”
“As am I.” Lionel appeared in the doorway. “Because from what I just saw, you actually set her free.” His gaze was cold.
“Is that true?” Lex asked, his eyes narrowing.
James didn’t answer, his gaze dropping guiltily to the floor.
“Well that’s really too bad,” he said quietly, pulling a gun from his jacket pocket and aiming it at James’ head.
“Please. I have a family,” James whispered, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be seeing them again very soon.”
He pulled the trigger.
* * *
Clark recognized the sound of the Impala as it pulled up his darkened driveway and he slowly descended the stairs, heading out onto the porch warily.
Only Dean climbed from the car, a grim expression on his face. “I need you to come with me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your friend Chloe. She didn’t leave town. Lex Luthor’s had her all this time. She’s hurt pretty bad.”
Clark stared at him in disbelief, and opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.
“She wouldn’t let me take her to the hospital, so she’s back at our room with Sammy.” He hitched his thumb toward the Impala. “Get in and I’ll take you to her.”
Without hesitating, Clark quickly moved to the passenger seat of the Impala, his heart beating heavily in his chest. Let her be okay, he thought.
* * *
Chloe awoke slowly, her body warmer than it had felt in ages. Her eyebrows furrowing, she rolled her head to one side. Being able to move her arms and legs was an unexpected experience and a soft whimper escaped her. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid she may see Lex or Lionel hovering over her ominously.
Maybe she was already dead.
“Hey,” a soft, unfamiliar voice whispered.
She stiffened instantly, trying to prepare herself for the worst possible scenario.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s okay, Chloe. You’re safe. You escaped, remember? My brother found you on the road and brought you back here.” The voice was warm, gentle. Almost soothing.
Chloe slowly opened her eyes, swallowing hard. She found herself gazing into the pair of warmest hazel eyes she’d ever seen. Her eyebrows furrowed once more. “What…”
“My name’s Sam,” he said gently. “Sam Winchester.”
Distantly the last name rang a bell, though she couldn’t place why at the moment. “Where are we?” she asked weakly, trying to lift her head.
“Easy,” Sam murmured. “We’re at the Smallville Inn. Dean went to go get your friend Clark.”
“Clark,” she repeated, her eyes drifting shut once more. She swallowed hard, unable to believe she was actually safe.
Sam gently dabbed the cool rag against her cheek.
Burning with fever, she turned her head toward the coolness, a soft sigh escaping her.
He swallowed hard as he continued to try and keep her face cooled down. She looked so fragile he wished he could take her in his arms and comfort her. “So uh…Dean and I were actually looking for you,” he admitted in a soft whisper.
“Me? Why?” The confusion in her strained voice was clear.
“Well, we read some of your articles online. They were really interesting.”
“Oh.” Chloe was silent for a moment. “Do you normally track down writers from the internet to have a chat?”
Sam chuckled involuntarily. He hadn’t expected the snarky question. “Uh, no. You were an exception. Your writing was fantastic. Riveting, even.”
Despite her pain and misery, a small smile tugged at her lips.
“One day I bet you’ll earn a Pulitzer.”
The smile faded from her lips and she closed her eyes again. “I won’t live that long.”
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine (Conclusion)
The Last Betrayal (Chapter Six)
The last thing Sam expected when his brother returned was to see a pretty blonde cradled in his arms. His eyes widened and he quickly rose to his feet. “Dean? What the--”
“Shh.” Dean hushed him and carefully, gently laid her down on the empty bed nearest the door.
Her face was deathly pale, and bruised, her lower lip split open. Her eyes were shut, her breathing a little ragged.
Dean looked at his brother grimly. “This is Chloe Sullivan,” he said in hushed tones.
“What?” Sam stared at him. “What the hell happened to her? I thought she was out of town!”
He gave his brother a look. “Go get the first aid kit, College Boy. I’ll explain when you get back.”
Sam mentally smacked himself and quickly headed for the bathroom, retrieving the first aid kit, along with a cool wet wash cloth and a couple of large towels. He returned to the bed, sitting down on the opposite side from his brother, worry clouding his eyes. He was startled to realize Dean looked just as worried.
“What did this to her?” he whispered. “Was it another demon?” He gently dabbed the washcloth against her forehead, wiping off a trickle of blood. “And why didn’t you take her to the hospital?”
“It wasn’t a demon. It was a monster. And I didn’t take her to the hospital because it’d be too easy to track her down.”
“So you think this monster’s gonna come after her again?” Sam glanced at him.
“I’d say that’s a pretty good bet.”
“I should start researching. What did it look like?”
“Tall, bald, rich. Goes by the name of Lex Luthor.”
Sam stared at him open-mouthed. “What?”
“Apparently he’s had her locked up all this time. She never left town at all.” Dean gently wrapped a bandage around her upper arm where there was a large, bloody scrape.
“Jesus,” he whispered, sickened. He shifted his gaze to her legs, which were bare and covered in angry red scratches. Her feet were even worse off, bleeding in several places.
Dean glanced at her feet as well. “She was running barefoot in the woods. Ran right in front of me. I almost hit her with the car.”
“She’s hurt bad,” Sam murmured. He gently began to clean the wounds on her feet and cover them in Band-aids.
“I know.”
The brothers worked in tandem, patching up each of her injuries as quickly and gently as possible.
“Dean, we should call Clark. He should know what’s going on.”
He was silent for a moment. “And what if Clark’s phone’s tapped?”
Sam’s heart sank a little. Dean was right. “One of us should go over there and get him.”
“I’ll go. You stay with her.” He rose to his feet, grabbing his keys once more and heading for the door.
“Yeah, okay.” He watched his brother leave once more, then gazed down worriedly at the unconscious blonde. Without thinking about it, he reached out and gently tucked some hair behind her ear, wondering what the hell kind of sick person Lex Luthor must be to capable of harming this woman. “It’s okay,” he murmured, gently laying the washcloth over her forehead. “You’re safe now, Chloe. No one’s gonna hurt you.”
* * *
“What do you mean, she escaped?” Lex’s voice was tense, his gaze boring into James eyes.
He swallowed nervously. “I don’t know how…when I came to do rounds, she was just gone, Mr. Luthor.”
“It was your job to watch her. I’m very displeased, James.”
“As am I.” Lionel appeared in the doorway. “Because from what I just saw, you actually set her free.” His gaze was cold.
“Is that true?” Lex asked, his eyes narrowing.
James didn’t answer, his gaze dropping guiltily to the floor.
“Well that’s really too bad,” he said quietly, pulling a gun from his jacket pocket and aiming it at James’ head.
“Please. I have a family,” James whispered, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be seeing them again very soon.”
He pulled the trigger.
* * *
Clark recognized the sound of the Impala as it pulled up his darkened driveway and he slowly descended the stairs, heading out onto the porch warily.
Only Dean climbed from the car, a grim expression on his face. “I need you to come with me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your friend Chloe. She didn’t leave town. Lex Luthor’s had her all this time. She’s hurt pretty bad.”
Clark stared at him in disbelief, and opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.
“She wouldn’t let me take her to the hospital, so she’s back at our room with Sammy.” He hitched his thumb toward the Impala. “Get in and I’ll take you to her.”
Without hesitating, Clark quickly moved to the passenger seat of the Impala, his heart beating heavily in his chest. Let her be okay, he thought.
* * *
Chloe awoke slowly, her body warmer than it had felt in ages. Her eyebrows furrowing, she rolled her head to one side. Being able to move her arms and legs was an unexpected experience and a soft whimper escaped her. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid she may see Lex or Lionel hovering over her ominously.
Maybe she was already dead.
“Hey,” a soft, unfamiliar voice whispered.
She stiffened instantly, trying to prepare herself for the worst possible scenario.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s okay, Chloe. You’re safe. You escaped, remember? My brother found you on the road and brought you back here.” The voice was warm, gentle. Almost soothing.
Chloe slowly opened her eyes, swallowing hard. She found herself gazing into the pair of warmest hazel eyes she’d ever seen. Her eyebrows furrowed once more. “What…”
“My name’s Sam,” he said gently. “Sam Winchester.”
Distantly the last name rang a bell, though she couldn’t place why at the moment. “Where are we?” she asked weakly, trying to lift her head.
“Easy,” Sam murmured. “We’re at the Smallville Inn. Dean went to go get your friend Clark.”
“Clark,” she repeated, her eyes drifting shut once more. She swallowed hard, unable to believe she was actually safe.
Sam gently dabbed the cool rag against her cheek.
Burning with fever, she turned her head toward the coolness, a soft sigh escaping her.
He swallowed hard as he continued to try and keep her face cooled down. She looked so fragile he wished he could take her in his arms and comfort her. “So uh…Dean and I were actually looking for you,” he admitted in a soft whisper.
“Me? Why?” The confusion in her strained voice was clear.
“Well, we read some of your articles online. They were really interesting.”
“Oh.” Chloe was silent for a moment. “Do you normally track down writers from the internet to have a chat?”
Sam chuckled involuntarily. He hadn’t expected the snarky question. “Uh, no. You were an exception. Your writing was fantastic. Riveting, even.”
Despite her pain and misery, a small smile tugged at her lips.
“One day I bet you’ll earn a Pulitzer.”
The smile faded from her lips and she closed her eyes again. “I won’t live that long.”