Sunset
Title: Sunset - Part I
Author:
divas_lament
Beta: pen37
Rating: PG-13- R in later chapters
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan/Dean Winchester, Spencer McAllister.
Summary: With the demon uprising, the hunting community is desperately trying to keep up while Chloe's hunt for the Seal continues. Final Installment of the Librarian Series.
Mood Music: Enter Sandman - Metallica.
Sunset
It probably isn't the best idea to write this down. It could fall into the wrong hands, be passed along to people who wouldn't understand. Evidence straight from the librarian's pen that could cement any district attorney's case in court: breaking and entering, grand theft auto, trespassing, tampering with official documents...you name it, I've probably done it in the effort to do my job and keep the world safe.
Though, with some of the stuff I've seen, it probably would also give the defense attorney enough fodder to craft a pretty plausible insanity plea.
I'm writing this down to make sense of what has happened the last few weeks. From a war that seemed far away, it reared its ugly head and snowballed into chaos in a short amount of time. The clock began to tick louder, counting down the minutes to when time no longer mattered - just the outcome.
Chloe rubbed her eyes, welcoming the relief from looking over the thick tome all morning. This whole quest to find the Seal had gotten easier. Not necessarily easier in the sense that finding the artifact was simple, but easier in the fact that she wasn't on her own with this anymore. Spencer was there with her, sharing the brunt of the research and giving her someone to talk to about possible avenues. It was a fresh viewpoint, something she had desperately needed these last few weeks.
"Hey, Chlo," Spencer interrupted, standing in the doorway to her office. "I'm going to head out now so I can beat the traffic. You need anything before I go?"
Last known residence of the Seal was in New York. And for anyone to have it, they'd have to have money. Lots of money. Spencer's family came from a long line of "old money" and he decided to head home, do a little digging around there. Even a shred of old society gossip would help them out at this point.
"No, I’m good," she said with a small smile, leaning back against her chair. "Thanks for this. I know it's not The Cleavers with your family..."
"I'm staying with my grandmother. It'll be fine," he said. "Besides, if anyone would know anything, it’d be her. She's the oldest person in the family and she's got an eye for the paranormal crazy."
"Just be careful."
"Aye, aye cap'n. Your first mate will call with updates."
"And a list of what I owe you for doing this?" Chloe asked.
"Of course. You think I'd do this for free? My greed knows no bounds," Spencer winked before disappearing from the doorway.
Chloe laughed, glancing towards the clock. The holiday weekend meant the library was closing early and for once, Chloe intended on leaving on time. She could do some work from home, but she really needed a break.
Standing from her desk, she grabbed the book and her half consumed coffee.
Chloe stepped out of the library, heading in the direction of her apartment. As she walked the few blocks, she couldn’t help but wonder what possessed her to walk to the library that morning. Was it one brief moment of wanting to save the environment? Get some exercise? Whatever it was, it was a bad idea. She should have worn better shoes.
She adjusted the thick book in her arm, tossing the cold coffee into a nearby garbage can. When she happened to glance behind her, she saw a man in sunglasses remove a gun from the inside of his coat. Her eyes widened when he pointed the gun at her. She turned on her heel and ran, dodging through the crowd of people on the street. Chloe kept a firm grip on the book, not willing to let it fall into the wrong hands.
As if on cue, a black car came screeching to a halt at the corner and the passenger’s side door was thrown open.
“Get in,” Dean commanded from the driver’s seat.
Chloe did not take a moment to think, jumping into the passenger’s side. She tried to catch her breath as he pulled away, speeding through the traffic.
“A Honda?” Chloe asked in confusion, still panting from running. She was not used to seeing Dean drive anything but the Impala or her Yaris on rare occasion.
“Less noticeable,” he explained, taking a sharp corner. “Besides, I don’t really want my car getting shot at.”
“How did you know I’d be getting shot at?”
“Bela Talbot,” Dean answered.
Her brow furrowed. “You talked to Bela?”
“Spirit board started talking. She figured she’d pass on the message.”
Chloe looked over suspiciously. There was no way in hell Bela would voluntarily contact Dean. Something was off. It was then that the locks on the doors went down. Chloe’s head snapped in his direction - just in time to see his eyes turn black. He removed a large hunting knife from his pocket. The blade glinted evilly in the sun, just before he plunged the knife into her gut.
Her head shot up from the desk. Her office was bathed in darkness, the only source of light coming from the glow of her computer monitor. Chloe let out a breath, attempting to calm her nerves. Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest.
The nightmares had been a constant over the last few weeks. Ever since the warning written in her office, she’d been on edge and every time she attempted to close her eyes to sleep, she’d be woken up with some variation of the dream she just had. Three days ago, it had been Sarah who shot her point blank with a pistol in the middle of lunch at their favorite café. The previous night starred Sam, running her over with a car. Once Clark had buried her alive, Oliver had impaled her with arrows, A.C. had watched as she drowned, Lois had opened fire on her with an M16. Hell, even Bobby had taken a chance, locking her in his underground panic room.
She knew the paranoia was getting to her.
Chloe squinted, her eyes adjusting to the bright glow of the screen as she checked the time. She must have slept for a few hours. It was well past closing time for the Friday night - around 10 p.m. She stood from her desk, turning off the light. She needed to go home.
She took the train, sitting in a car full of students that were heading out for a night on the town. Their presence gave her a sense of security in a way. It was loud, cheery…had she ever had a truly carefree night?
Chloe slowed her pace as she approached her building. A figure was waiting by the door, leaning against the brick. She vaguely recalled a similar night from what felt like eons ago. Though she knew for a fact that this night was going to be different. There was no way it couldn’t be different.
Taking a steadying breath, she walked up to him, turning the keys in her hand. Dean looked up at her, looking just as haggard as she felt herself. His hazel eyes met her green; she was the one to look away first.
“I thought you left,” she said truthfully.
He gave her a hard look before muttering. “You’re a real pain in the ass when you want to be.”
Her lip twitched slightly. “I don’t want to fight with you,” Chloe admitted, almost letting out a bitter laugh. “I can’t…I…” She trailed off. She didn’t have the will to fight anymore. “I’m sorry.”
“About not being able to fight with me?” He stood straight, closing the few steps between them.
She sighed. “You know what I mean.”
“You know, I thought we made a deal,” Dean said. “No trying to push the other one out of the way to protect them?”
“It wasn’t like that,” Chloe insisted. “I honestly thought I could handle it by myself.”
“Thought?”
He had her there.
“It’s a good thing you asked Spencer to give you a hand.”
“What?” Did she hear him right? A flicker of hesitation passed over his face as if he just really realized what he had just said. Chloe’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “Oh, you son of a bitch.”
She shook her head, walking around him to the door. Fitting her key in the lock, she pushed open the door, intending on slamming it behind her but he caught it with his arm before she could.
“Come on, Chloe.”
“I can’t believe you,” she hissed quietly, stomping up the stairs.
“Like you wouldn’t do the same,” Dean argued, following her up the stairs. “In fact, you have.”
Chloe gaped for a moment, recalling when she had lo-jacked the Impala. “That was different.”
“Was not,” he scoffed, just as they approached the door of her apartment. “You were worried; you stuck a tracker on the car. I was worried, I followed you.”
She pushed the door open to her apartment. Zeppelin was lying down, watching the two of them from his bed in the corner. His food dish was half-full and his leash was not where she had left it earlier. Clearly, Dean had come up here before she got home.
“So why come out of hiding now?” She asked, tossing her purse and keys on the counter as he shut and bolted the door behind them.
“We need to talk.”
Author:
divas_lament
Beta: pen37
Rating: PG-13- R in later chapters
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan/Dean Winchester, Spencer McAllister.
Summary: With the demon uprising, the hunting community is desperately trying to keep up while Chloe's hunt for the Seal continues. Final Installment of the Librarian Series.
Mood Music: Enter Sandman - Metallica.
Sunset
It probably isn't the best idea to write this down. It could fall into the wrong hands, be passed along to people who wouldn't understand. Evidence straight from the librarian's pen that could cement any district attorney's case in court: breaking and entering, grand theft auto, trespassing, tampering with official documents...you name it, I've probably done it in the effort to do my job and keep the world safe.
Though, with some of the stuff I've seen, it probably would also give the defense attorney enough fodder to craft a pretty plausible insanity plea.
I'm writing this down to make sense of what has happened the last few weeks. From a war that seemed far away, it reared its ugly head and snowballed into chaos in a short amount of time. The clock began to tick louder, counting down the minutes to when time no longer mattered - just the outcome.
Chloe rubbed her eyes, welcoming the relief from looking over the thick tome all morning. This whole quest to find the Seal had gotten easier. Not necessarily easier in the sense that finding the artifact was simple, but easier in the fact that she wasn't on her own with this anymore. Spencer was there with her, sharing the brunt of the research and giving her someone to talk to about possible avenues. It was a fresh viewpoint, something she had desperately needed these last few weeks.
"Hey, Chlo," Spencer interrupted, standing in the doorway to her office. "I'm going to head out now so I can beat the traffic. You need anything before I go?"
Last known residence of the Seal was in New York. And for anyone to have it, they'd have to have money. Lots of money. Spencer's family came from a long line of "old money" and he decided to head home, do a little digging around there. Even a shred of old society gossip would help them out at this point.
"No, I’m good," she said with a small smile, leaning back against her chair. "Thanks for this. I know it's not The Cleavers with your family..."
"I'm staying with my grandmother. It'll be fine," he said. "Besides, if anyone would know anything, it’d be her. She's the oldest person in the family and she's got an eye for the paranormal crazy."
"Just be careful."
"Aye, aye cap'n. Your first mate will call with updates."
"And a list of what I owe you for doing this?" Chloe asked.
"Of course. You think I'd do this for free? My greed knows no bounds," Spencer winked before disappearing from the doorway.
Chloe laughed, glancing towards the clock. The holiday weekend meant the library was closing early and for once, Chloe intended on leaving on time. She could do some work from home, but she really needed a break.
Standing from her desk, she grabbed the book and her half consumed coffee.
Chloe stepped out of the library, heading in the direction of her apartment. As she walked the few blocks, she couldn’t help but wonder what possessed her to walk to the library that morning. Was it one brief moment of wanting to save the environment? Get some exercise? Whatever it was, it was a bad idea. She should have worn better shoes.
She adjusted the thick book in her arm, tossing the cold coffee into a nearby garbage can. When she happened to glance behind her, she saw a man in sunglasses remove a gun from the inside of his coat. Her eyes widened when he pointed the gun at her. She turned on her heel and ran, dodging through the crowd of people on the street. Chloe kept a firm grip on the book, not willing to let it fall into the wrong hands.
As if on cue, a black car came screeching to a halt at the corner and the passenger’s side door was thrown open.
“Get in,” Dean commanded from the driver’s seat.
Chloe did not take a moment to think, jumping into the passenger’s side. She tried to catch her breath as he pulled away, speeding through the traffic.
“A Honda?” Chloe asked in confusion, still panting from running. She was not used to seeing Dean drive anything but the Impala or her Yaris on rare occasion.
“Less noticeable,” he explained, taking a sharp corner. “Besides, I don’t really want my car getting shot at.”
“How did you know I’d be getting shot at?”
“Bela Talbot,” Dean answered.
Her brow furrowed. “You talked to Bela?”
“Spirit board started talking. She figured she’d pass on the message.”
Chloe looked over suspiciously. There was no way in hell Bela would voluntarily contact Dean. Something was off. It was then that the locks on the doors went down. Chloe’s head snapped in his direction - just in time to see his eyes turn black. He removed a large hunting knife from his pocket. The blade glinted evilly in the sun, just before he plunged the knife into her gut.
Her head shot up from the desk. Her office was bathed in darkness, the only source of light coming from the glow of her computer monitor. Chloe let out a breath, attempting to calm her nerves. Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest.
The nightmares had been a constant over the last few weeks. Ever since the warning written in her office, she’d been on edge and every time she attempted to close her eyes to sleep, she’d be woken up with some variation of the dream she just had. Three days ago, it had been Sarah who shot her point blank with a pistol in the middle of lunch at their favorite café. The previous night starred Sam, running her over with a car. Once Clark had buried her alive, Oliver had impaled her with arrows, A.C. had watched as she drowned, Lois had opened fire on her with an M16. Hell, even Bobby had taken a chance, locking her in his underground panic room.
She knew the paranoia was getting to her.
Chloe squinted, her eyes adjusting to the bright glow of the screen as she checked the time. She must have slept for a few hours. It was well past closing time for the Friday night - around 10 p.m. She stood from her desk, turning off the light. She needed to go home.
She took the train, sitting in a car full of students that were heading out for a night on the town. Their presence gave her a sense of security in a way. It was loud, cheery…had she ever had a truly carefree night?
Chloe slowed her pace as she approached her building. A figure was waiting by the door, leaning against the brick. She vaguely recalled a similar night from what felt like eons ago. Though she knew for a fact that this night was going to be different. There was no way it couldn’t be different.
Taking a steadying breath, she walked up to him, turning the keys in her hand. Dean looked up at her, looking just as haggard as she felt herself. His hazel eyes met her green; she was the one to look away first.
“I thought you left,” she said truthfully.
He gave her a hard look before muttering. “You’re a real pain in the ass when you want to be.”
Her lip twitched slightly. “I don’t want to fight with you,” Chloe admitted, almost letting out a bitter laugh. “I can’t…I…” She trailed off. She didn’t have the will to fight anymore. “I’m sorry.”
“About not being able to fight with me?” He stood straight, closing the few steps between them.
She sighed. “You know what I mean.”
“You know, I thought we made a deal,” Dean said. “No trying to push the other one out of the way to protect them?”
“It wasn’t like that,” Chloe insisted. “I honestly thought I could handle it by myself.”
“Thought?”
He had her there.
“It’s a good thing you asked Spencer to give you a hand.”
“What?” Did she hear him right? A flicker of hesitation passed over his face as if he just really realized what he had just said. Chloe’s eyes narrowed in disgust. “Oh, you son of a bitch.”
She shook her head, walking around him to the door. Fitting her key in the lock, she pushed open the door, intending on slamming it behind her but he caught it with his arm before she could.
“Come on, Chloe.”
“I can’t believe you,” she hissed quietly, stomping up the stairs.
“Like you wouldn’t do the same,” Dean argued, following her up the stairs. “In fact, you have.”
Chloe gaped for a moment, recalling when she had lo-jacked the Impala. “That was different.”
“Was not,” he scoffed, just as they approached the door of her apartment. “You were worried; you stuck a tracker on the car. I was worried, I followed you.”
She pushed the door open to her apartment. Zeppelin was lying down, watching the two of them from his bed in the corner. His food dish was half-full and his leash was not where she had left it earlier. Clearly, Dean had come up here before she got home.
“So why come out of hiding now?” She asked, tossing her purse and keys on the counter as he shut and bolted the door behind them.
“We need to talk.”