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strangevisitor7Title: Nobody’s Girl (5/6)
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Prompt: #77 Trees for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crossovers100 My table is here
Fandoms: Smallville, Highlander and Supernatural
Characters : Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Sam Winchester, Duncan MacLeod and Oliver Queen
Pairing: Well that’s the story isn’t it? Will it be Chloe/Dean or Chloe/Richie?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: A lot of time inside Chloe's head as she tries to sort out her feelings. An unexpected phone call changes things.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6
A/N: The rest of the Immortal Dean series can be found Here
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Chapter 5
Chloe entered the two bedroom apartment. All she wanted was the privacy of a shower and to have a few minutes with out the presence of Dean Winchester hovering protectively around.
Stripping down she stepped into the shower and let the water wash over her.
Dean. She shouldn’t let him get to her. He treated her as if she weren’t capable of taking care of herself; which she had been doing quite successfully, thank you very much, since well before Dean Winchester had appointed himself her knight protector. And not knight protector in the girly romantic way; more in the ‘you’re my property do what I say’ way.
If she was being honest with herself, she should just admit that his proprietary attitude was another part of the reason she hadn’t told him of her mutation. He was so infuriatingly sure of himself. So completely smug. She knew it was petty and a little spiteful, but it gave her a small sense of satisfaction watching him behave like a chest-pounding Neanderthal trying to protect poor, helpless Chloe while only she knew that it was wasted effort.
She sighed again. Life would be so much easier if she could trust her heart. Trust the instinct that told her that Dean actually had feelings for her. That he wouldn’t reject her when he found out about her freak status. But her intellect told her that if he was actually interested in her, he wouldn’t be out in between hunts, slutting it up with every willing female around.
No, he was only interested in the challenge of trying to get with someone who didn’t fall for his lines or his charm. He wasn’t interested in her in a romantic sense. She laughed aloud. Dean had no romantic sense. She had no intention of being one more girl in a long line; there to merely satisfy his lust. But there was that part of her she couldn’t control that part that wondered what it would be like to share his bed.
She stood bracing herself on the shower walls. The water created a cone of white noise over the back of her head and she tried to lose herself in the rhythmic patter.
On the other hand, there was someone great out there who almost knew everything, and hadn’t run yet. Richie. He could be just as cocky and flirty as Dean but behind it there was a real respect for her. She had felt his admiration in the way he looked at her. He’d earned her trust when he had kept the secret of her resurrection and she knew she owed him an explanation. She tried to find her true feelings about Richie. She definitely thought he was attractive and when he smiled at her it made her feel warm inside that someone thought of her that way.
And from a practical standpoint, there was a lot he could teach her about her potential immortality. She had only had these powers for a few years, but she suspected that she had already stopped aging. And as today’s fall had shown, even a snapped neck wasn’t enough to kill her. Short of having someone cut her head off, or remove her meteor dust-laced heart, she might live forever. It would be nice to have at least one person who knew her secret. Someone who liked and respected her and was destined for Immortality too.
Still, she couldn’t think about Richie without worrying that dating him would make Dean jealous. She wasn’t used to dealing with multiple men vying for her attentions. That was more Lana’s thing not hers.
She hated herself for drawing comparisons with Lana Lang. She wasn’t the type of girl to grasp at whatever was available in a desperate bid for security. She was Chloe Sullivan. She made her own security and stood on her own two feet.
And she didn’t come between two friends the way she sensed she was coming between Dean and Richie. That was not her style. She knew that what she really ought to do was get the hell out of Dodge while the getting was good.
The water had started to run cold and Chloe shivered. Her thoughts were still a jumble of Dean and Richie as she turned off the water and grabbed a towel. The shower hadn’t provided that moment of clarity she’d hoped for.
In a fog of thoughts, she’d dried her hair and prepared for her date with Richie. She had finished buttoning her shirt and was pulling on her jeans when the sound of her cell phone pierced the silence in the apartment.
Walking into the kitchen area, she picked up the phone and checked the caller ID. The name Oliver Queen blinked up from the screen. Chloe sighed. She really wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, but it might be important. She flipped the phone open, “Ollie.” She said by way of greeting.
“Hey side kick. You still on your way to Washington state?”
“Actually, I’m in Seacouver now.” Chloe settled into one of the kitchenette chairs. The tone of Ollie’s voice suggested this wasn’t a social call. “What’s up?”
“It’s Vandal Savage. He’s set up shop in Portland, Oregon.” His words came out in a rush as if trying to prevent her from interrupting. “I understand that the last time you ran into him it wasn’t pleasant but I hoped I could convince you to join us on this one.”
Wasn’t pleasant. She snorted. That was an understatement. Vandal Savage was the whole reason she suspected that she might be immortal. Under the alias Dr. Curtis Knox, he’d been hiding within the bowels of Luthorcorp, experimenting on metahumans provided by 33.1 in an attempt to bestow immortality on his wife. Chloe’d been his prize guinea pig
In a way, she’d felt sorry for him. Right up to the point that he tried to cut her heart out.
If he’d set up a new laboratory, that meant he was continuing his Josef Mengele-type experiments. Other innocent people could be in danger.
“Chloe, you there?” Ollie’s voice broke through her thoughts.
“Umm. Yeah, I’m still here.” She had to go. If they stopped Savage, she could finally put the nightmare of what he’d done to her behind. In addition, if they could save others from his grisly experiments, how could she say no? Plus, she had to admit that this mission was coming along at the right time. This might give her the distance and perspective she needed to sort out her confusing feelings about Dean and Richie.
“You know me. I’m always up for saving the world.” She tried to make her voice sound light.
“That’s my girl. I figured you wouldn’t want to miss the excitement.” He gave her an address for a downtown heliport. “Can you be there by 8:30?”
She hesitated. What was she going to tell the guys? Nothing she decided. Really how could she tell them that the Justice League needed her assistance to take down a major bad guy? They’d never believe her anyway. “Sure. Not a problem. I just have to pack and find a ride.”
“Great! See you soon.” The line disconnected and Chloe placed the phone on the table. She rose from the chair, and started to mentally review her packing list. She was gathering her things from around the living room when Dean burst in. She was so not ready to face him.
He looked at the bundle in her hands, “Doing a little cleaning?” he smirked.
“No Dean. Actually I’m leaving.” She stated and walked past him into her bedroom.
“What…” He sputtered and followed her. He grabbed her arm forcing her to look at him. “Leaving! Why?”
Chloe had no desire to get into it with Dean. “Something has come up with an old friend from home, and I have to go take care of it. It’s a simple as that.” She pulled way from him. She moved her bag onto the bed and began filling it with her clothes.
“No, it’s not that simple. I deserve an explanation. Why are you leaving…?”
Chloe almost thought she heard the word ‘me’ hanging off the end of that sentence. She chastised her self for projecting her emotions onto Dean and she continued packing. “You knew I’d be on my way eventually. This is just a little sooner than I expected.”
Dean was pacing around the bedroom like a caged panther. “You’ve been riding with us for months, practically blackmailed us to including you and now you just walk away.”
“I have other responsibilities; other people who need me.” Chloe said. “Besides, I thought you’d be glad to be rid of me. You’ve made it very clear that I shouldn’t be tagging along.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
Chloe snorted. “I don’t know it seemed pretty clear to me.”
His anger was making him red in the face. “You want to go, go.” He snapped. “You’re right. You are a pain in my ass and you almost got yourself killed today. Once less distraction on the hunt is fine by me.”
When she returned her focus to her packing without a word, she felt him leave the bedroom.
“Did your editor call, Chloe?” She looked up at the new voice to see Sam standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
She thought about telling the truth. But she knew if she told Sam that Dean would pry it out of him. And then Dean in his current, psycho protective mode, would insist on going with her. All of which meant that Sam, Mac and Richie would inevitably want to come along too.
She had no intention of letting her Immortal friends come anywhere near Vandal Savage. It was bad enough that Savage knew about the Justice League and focused all his energy on tracking down metas for his sick experiments. There was no way she was going to hand him this entirely new race of beings, wrapped in a pretty little bow.
Instead she gave him a sad smile and the same vague information she told Dean. “No. But I do have someplace I have to go. You know, I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important.”
Nodding, he returned her smile letting her know that he accepted her non-explanation. Sam understood; why couldn’t Dean?
Dean came roaring back into the bedroom holding Chloe’s cell phone. “Who’s Oliver Queen?”
Anger flared white-hot through her being as she moved to snatch the phone from Dean’s hand. “You had no right to look at my cell phone, Dean.” Dean danced backwards keeping the phone out her reach.
Sam came up behind his brother and took the phone away. Handing it to Chloe he asked, “Oliver Queen of Queen Industries?” She nodded.
Dean whirled on his brother. “Stay out of this Sam.”
Sam threw his hands up with an exasperated sigh. “Dude, I’m out of here. I’m tired of playing referee.”
While Dean’s back was turned, Chloe moved to hem him in. When it came to physical intimidation: what she lacked in height, she made up for in noise and invasion of personal space.
He turned, only to skewer himself on the finger poking into his chest.
“You don’t get to do this, Dean.”
“What?” he seemed momentarily thrown by her sudden closeness.
“I’m not your trained poodle. I’m not going to sit and stay on command. I had a life before I met you, and I’ll be damned if you get to run roughshod over it because you feel like it. I’m not your girl, and I can take care of myself.”
“Yeah?” he sneered. “You did a damn fine job of it this morning getting thrown out that window. Bang up job there, sweetheart.”
Chloe turned, moved to the bed and zipped her duffle closed. “Well, I guess that’s not your problem anymore, is it?”
Author:
strangevisitor7Beta: Thanks to
pen37 Prompt: #77 Trees for
crossovers100 My table is hereFandoms: Smallville, Highlander and Supernatural
Characters : Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Sam Winchester, Duncan MacLeod and Oliver Queen
Pairing: Well that’s the story isn’t it? Will it be Chloe/Dean or Chloe/Richie?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: A lot of time inside Chloe's head as she tries to sort out her feelings. An unexpected phone call changes things.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6
A/N: The rest of the Immortal Dean series can be found Here
***************************************
Chloe entered the two bedroom apartment. All she wanted was the privacy of a shower and to have a few minutes with out the presence of Dean Winchester hovering protectively around.
Stripping down she stepped into the shower and let the water wash over her.
Dean. She shouldn’t let him get to her. He treated her as if she weren’t capable of taking care of herself; which she had been doing quite successfully, thank you very much, since well before Dean Winchester had appointed himself her knight protector. And not knight protector in the girly romantic way; more in the ‘you’re my property do what I say’ way.
If she was being honest with herself, she should just admit that his proprietary attitude was another part of the reason she hadn’t told him of her mutation. He was so infuriatingly sure of himself. So completely smug. She knew it was petty and a little spiteful, but it gave her a small sense of satisfaction watching him behave like a chest-pounding Neanderthal trying to protect poor, helpless Chloe while only she knew that it was wasted effort.
She sighed again. Life would be so much easier if she could trust her heart. Trust the instinct that told her that Dean actually had feelings for her. That he wouldn’t reject her when he found out about her freak status. But her intellect told her that if he was actually interested in her, he wouldn’t be out in between hunts, slutting it up with every willing female around.
No, he was only interested in the challenge of trying to get with someone who didn’t fall for his lines or his charm. He wasn’t interested in her in a romantic sense. She laughed aloud. Dean had no romantic sense. She had no intention of being one more girl in a long line; there to merely satisfy his lust. But there was that part of her she couldn’t control that part that wondered what it would be like to share his bed.
She stood bracing herself on the shower walls. The water created a cone of white noise over the back of her head and she tried to lose herself in the rhythmic patter.
On the other hand, there was someone great out there who almost knew everything, and hadn’t run yet. Richie. He could be just as cocky and flirty as Dean but behind it there was a real respect for her. She had felt his admiration in the way he looked at her. He’d earned her trust when he had kept the secret of her resurrection and she knew she owed him an explanation. She tried to find her true feelings about Richie. She definitely thought he was attractive and when he smiled at her it made her feel warm inside that someone thought of her that way.
And from a practical standpoint, there was a lot he could teach her about her potential immortality. She had only had these powers for a few years, but she suspected that she had already stopped aging. And as today’s fall had shown, even a snapped neck wasn’t enough to kill her. Short of having someone cut her head off, or remove her meteor dust-laced heart, she might live forever. It would be nice to have at least one person who knew her secret. Someone who liked and respected her and was destined for Immortality too.
Still, she couldn’t think about Richie without worrying that dating him would make Dean jealous. She wasn’t used to dealing with multiple men vying for her attentions. That was more Lana’s thing not hers.
She hated herself for drawing comparisons with Lana Lang. She wasn’t the type of girl to grasp at whatever was available in a desperate bid for security. She was Chloe Sullivan. She made her own security and stood on her own two feet.
And she didn’t come between two friends the way she sensed she was coming between Dean and Richie. That was not her style. She knew that what she really ought to do was get the hell out of Dodge while the getting was good.
The water had started to run cold and Chloe shivered. Her thoughts were still a jumble of Dean and Richie as she turned off the water and grabbed a towel. The shower hadn’t provided that moment of clarity she’d hoped for.
In a fog of thoughts, she’d dried her hair and prepared for her date with Richie. She had finished buttoning her shirt and was pulling on her jeans when the sound of her cell phone pierced the silence in the apartment.
Walking into the kitchen area, she picked up the phone and checked the caller ID. The name Oliver Queen blinked up from the screen. Chloe sighed. She really wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, but it might be important. She flipped the phone open, “Ollie.” She said by way of greeting.
“Hey side kick. You still on your way to Washington state?”
“Actually, I’m in Seacouver now.” Chloe settled into one of the kitchenette chairs. The tone of Ollie’s voice suggested this wasn’t a social call. “What’s up?”
“It’s Vandal Savage. He’s set up shop in Portland, Oregon.” His words came out in a rush as if trying to prevent her from interrupting. “I understand that the last time you ran into him it wasn’t pleasant but I hoped I could convince you to join us on this one.”
Wasn’t pleasant. She snorted. That was an understatement. Vandal Savage was the whole reason she suspected that she might be immortal. Under the alias Dr. Curtis Knox, he’d been hiding within the bowels of Luthorcorp, experimenting on metahumans provided by 33.1 in an attempt to bestow immortality on his wife. Chloe’d been his prize guinea pig
In a way, she’d felt sorry for him. Right up to the point that he tried to cut her heart out.
If he’d set up a new laboratory, that meant he was continuing his Josef Mengele-type experiments. Other innocent people could be in danger.
“Chloe, you there?” Ollie’s voice broke through her thoughts.
“Umm. Yeah, I’m still here.” She had to go. If they stopped Savage, she could finally put the nightmare of what he’d done to her behind. In addition, if they could save others from his grisly experiments, how could she say no? Plus, she had to admit that this mission was coming along at the right time. This might give her the distance and perspective she needed to sort out her confusing feelings about Dean and Richie.
“You know me. I’m always up for saving the world.” She tried to make her voice sound light.
“That’s my girl. I figured you wouldn’t want to miss the excitement.” He gave her an address for a downtown heliport. “Can you be there by 8:30?”
She hesitated. What was she going to tell the guys? Nothing she decided. Really how could she tell them that the Justice League needed her assistance to take down a major bad guy? They’d never believe her anyway. “Sure. Not a problem. I just have to pack and find a ride.”
“Great! See you soon.” The line disconnected and Chloe placed the phone on the table. She rose from the chair, and started to mentally review her packing list. She was gathering her things from around the living room when Dean burst in. She was so not ready to face him.
He looked at the bundle in her hands, “Doing a little cleaning?” he smirked.
“No Dean. Actually I’m leaving.” She stated and walked past him into her bedroom.
“What…” He sputtered and followed her. He grabbed her arm forcing her to look at him. “Leaving! Why?”
Chloe had no desire to get into it with Dean. “Something has come up with an old friend from home, and I have to go take care of it. It’s a simple as that.” She pulled way from him. She moved her bag onto the bed and began filling it with her clothes.
“No, it’s not that simple. I deserve an explanation. Why are you leaving…?”
Chloe almost thought she heard the word ‘me’ hanging off the end of that sentence. She chastised her self for projecting her emotions onto Dean and she continued packing. “You knew I’d be on my way eventually. This is just a little sooner than I expected.”
Dean was pacing around the bedroom like a caged panther. “You’ve been riding with us for months, practically blackmailed us to including you and now you just walk away.”
“I have other responsibilities; other people who need me.” Chloe said. “Besides, I thought you’d be glad to be rid of me. You’ve made it very clear that I shouldn’t be tagging along.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
Chloe snorted. “I don’t know it seemed pretty clear to me.”
His anger was making him red in the face. “You want to go, go.” He snapped. “You’re right. You are a pain in my ass and you almost got yourself killed today. Once less distraction on the hunt is fine by me.”
When she returned her focus to her packing without a word, she felt him leave the bedroom.
“Did your editor call, Chloe?” She looked up at the new voice to see Sam standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
She thought about telling the truth. But she knew if she told Sam that Dean would pry it out of him. And then Dean in his current, psycho protective mode, would insist on going with her. All of which meant that Sam, Mac and Richie would inevitably want to come along too.
She had no intention of letting her Immortal friends come anywhere near Vandal Savage. It was bad enough that Savage knew about the Justice League and focused all his energy on tracking down metas for his sick experiments. There was no way she was going to hand him this entirely new race of beings, wrapped in a pretty little bow.
Instead she gave him a sad smile and the same vague information she told Dean. “No. But I do have someplace I have to go. You know, I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important.”
Nodding, he returned her smile letting her know that he accepted her non-explanation. Sam understood; why couldn’t Dean?
Dean came roaring back into the bedroom holding Chloe’s cell phone. “Who’s Oliver Queen?”
Anger flared white-hot through her being as she moved to snatch the phone from Dean’s hand. “You had no right to look at my cell phone, Dean.” Dean danced backwards keeping the phone out her reach.
Sam came up behind his brother and took the phone away. Handing it to Chloe he asked, “Oliver Queen of Queen Industries?” She nodded.
Dean whirled on his brother. “Stay out of this Sam.”
Sam threw his hands up with an exasperated sigh. “Dude, I’m out of here. I’m tired of playing referee.”
While Dean’s back was turned, Chloe moved to hem him in. When it came to physical intimidation: what she lacked in height, she made up for in noise and invasion of personal space.
He turned, only to skewer himself on the finger poking into his chest.
“You don’t get to do this, Dean.”
“What?” he seemed momentarily thrown by her sudden closeness.
“I’m not your trained poodle. I’m not going to sit and stay on command. I had a life before I met you, and I’ll be damned if you get to run roughshod over it because you feel like it. I’m not your girl, and I can take care of myself.”
“Yeah?” he sneered. “You did a damn fine job of it this morning getting thrown out that window. Bang up job there, sweetheart.”
Chloe turned, moved to the bed and zipped her duffle closed. “Well, I guess that’s not your problem anymore, is it?”
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Date: 2008-01-02 06:04 am (UTC)Chloe does emo pretty good too. ;D
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Date: 2008-01-02 02:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 03:06 pm (UTC)and i'm sure it is.... wow.
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Date: 2008-01-02 03:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 03:47 pm (UTC)i kinda want Chloe to talk to me, but it doesn't seem to be happening.
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Date: 2008-01-02 03:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 03:58 pm (UTC)heheh, oh i know that!
but i don't have any voices. it's all right though. i'll read yours, pen's, and clarkmuse's fics. :)
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Date: 2008-01-02 04:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-02 02:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 09:05 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the last part, fingers crossed it's soon :)
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Date: 2008-01-02 09:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-03 12:48 am (UTC)Your internal Chloe monologue was excellent! Poor Dean: can't tell the girl how he feels, but doesn't want her to go. *pats him* These two, I swear. Almost makes me want to lock them in a room together, tie them up, and let them yell and snark at each other until they make up or something.
Ohhh, plotbunny. ;)
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Date: 2008-01-03 02:18 am (UTC)You got Dean right. I like that plot bunny: Dean and Chloe "accidentally"locked in a room. Sounds like something Sam would do when he got fed up with their bickering
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Date: 2008-01-03 02:59 am (UTC)Yes, and one of two things would happen... well, one of three.
1. They kill each other somehow.
2. They end up in flagrante and poor Sam catches them in the act.
2. They work through their issues and Sam lets them out.
Frankly, I think it's be 1 or 2. ;)
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Date: 2008-01-03 03:02 am (UTC)As for #1 - violence never solves anything (unless it's shooting a crossroads demon in the head *giggles*)
so #2 is the clear winner.
Still LMAO..and she's up again
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Date: 2008-01-03 03:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-03 03:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-03 07:36 pm (UTC)cant wait to read more!
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Date: 2008-01-03 07:56 pm (UTC)