Sunset
Title: Sunset - Part III
Author: divas_lament
Beta: pen37
Rating: PG-13- R in later chapters
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake, 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.
SUNSET
Part III
“It’s like I’m hyper-aware of him all of a sudden,” Chloe whispered into the phone, rifling through some papers on her desk.
“Makes sense,” Spencer answered. “You’re stressed; sex is a great stress reliever. I say corner him by those ancient chemistry books. No one ever goes over there.”
“I wasn’t talking about sex,” she replied with slight exasperation.
Chloe glanced out of the window in her office. Between the blinds, she could see Dean sitting with Sam, the two pouring over some of the research books. Ever since he showed up a week ago, it felt like he was everywhere…like she was being smothered, but also not at the same time. Dean had latched onto her side and barely let her out of his sight.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” Spencer teased.
Chloe could practically hear the grin in his voice.
“No,” she denied...though now that he brought it up… “I don’t have time to think about it anyway. I thought you said you faxed the list?”
“I did, it should be coming now,” Spencer said. “Between the code you had me write it in and the number of servers you had me send it through, it’ll be a miracle if you get it intact. It’ll look like it went through a paper shredder or something.”
“That’s not how a fax machine works, Spence,” she said with a slight laugh.
“Yeah, well…weirder things have happened.”
Chloe laughed, just as Dean appeared in the doorway.
“Sam needs the Book of Kells,” he said, ignoring the fact that she was on the phone.
“Top shelf,” she said, nodding her head in the direction of the bookshelf in the corner of the room that contained her private collection. The Book of Kells wasn’t the real one - that one was in Ireland, but this one was the closest copy.
“Chloe, seriously, lock the door and close the blinds,” Spencer spoke into the phone.
“Oh, shut up,” she ground out in frustration, grabbing a manila envelope that contained the microfilm she had been looking for.
“You say something?” Dean asked distractedly.
Chloe looked over, seeing him holding the book and looking completely confused. “Not you,” she said. She walked out of the office, phone still pressed to her ear. “I’ll call you back in a bit, Spencer. I’m going to head downstairs to see if the fax got here.” Chloe hung up the phone, dropping the envelope on top of a pile of books Sam had been going through. “You might want to take a look at those.”
“What are they?” Sam asked, looking up from the notebook he had been writing notes in. He had started writing in his journal, but he’d run out of room. Taking the envelope in his hand, he took out one of the films, holding it up to the light.
“Information on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,” she said with a sigh.
“You think?”
Chloe shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t hurt to cover all the bases, right?”
“Guess not,” he said with a slight smile. The elevator doors opened and Sarah stepped out, tired and still wearing her business attire.
“Went through everything at the auction house,” Sarah said. “Everything that could have been cursed and even some things that I was a little iffy about are secured.” Sarah sat down on a chair next to Sam, removing her jacket and her shoes.
Chloe gave her a small smile, motioning towards the elevator. “I need to go downstairs. Want me to do a food run?”
“Sure,” Sam agreed.
“I’ll go with you,” Dean said, dropping the old book onto the table. Ignoring Chloe’s annoyed look at the abuse of a historical document, he continued, “I’m starving.”
Sarah met Chloe’s eye, raising a brow. Chloe rolled her eyes, silently hoping Spencer and Sarah weren’t convening behind her back. That was one thing she did not need. Especially since she knew Sarah talked with Lois, and against the three of them? She was powerless.
Dean grabbed his jacket and the two took the stairs to the ground floor, since the exit let them out right by the front desk. They approached the main desk, seeing a few student workers carrying out the menial tasks. It was summer now, the semester ending the previous week, and a lot of the help had gone home, but a few remained.
“Hey Chloe,” Felix grinned, filing memos into the appropriate letterboxes. “Thanks for that recommendation letter. I think I got a good shot at renewing my scholarship.”
“No problem,” she said. “Did I get a fax by any chance?”
“Don’t know,” he said, “I can go check for you -”
“Don’t bother, Felix, I got it right here,” Trinity interrupted, appearing from the back of the office. Chloe could see Ingrid lurking in the back as well. “It just came in a few minutes ago but it looks like the message got messed up. Want me to toss it for you?”
“No thanks,” Chloe said quickly with a slight smile. “Spencer clearly thinks it’s funny to waste my time. This will give me some good leverage next time he complains.”
Trinity handed over the paper with a skeptical look.
“Told you not to piss him off,” Dean muttered, attempting to give credence to Chloe’s story.
“Yeah, well, just wait until he gets back from his vacation and I tell him it’s his job to translate those publications into Italian,” Chloe said, before glancing back to an amused Felix and annoyed Trinity. “See you guys later!”
---
“I know this name,” she muttered, sitting in the booth as they waited for their order. She bit her lip in thought, staring down at the fax printout.
Dean looked at the fax and then her skeptically, before taking a sip of his beer. “Looks like a bunch of jibberish to me.”
“It’s code,” she explained.
He nodded, sliding the document across the table towards him. Dean’s eyes scanned it for a moment. “What’s the squirrel drawing mean?”
“That’s code for ‘Spencer is an ass’,” Chloe smirked, eliciting a small chuckle out of Dean.
“So, what’s the familiar name on this thing?”
“Jean-Philippe Bourdain,” she said, pointing to the fifth name on the list…if that could be considered a name, considering a code.
“How the hell did you get Jean-Philippe from this?” Dean wondered.
“You know how people say twins have a weird psychic connection?” Chloe said, sliding the list back towards her and folding the paper. “I think spending so much time with Spencer is like sharing a womb. Your brain mutates and you start to understand even the most nonsensical things.”
“You need a vacation,” he surmised, finishing off his beer.
Chloe smiled slightly. “Tell me about it.”
Author: divas_lament
Beta: pen37
Rating: PG-13- R in later chapters
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake, 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.
SUNSET
Part III
“It’s like I’m hyper-aware of him all of a sudden,” Chloe whispered into the phone, rifling through some papers on her desk.
“Makes sense,” Spencer answered. “You’re stressed; sex is a great stress reliever. I say corner him by those ancient chemistry books. No one ever goes over there.”
“I wasn’t talking about sex,” she replied with slight exasperation.
Chloe glanced out of the window in her office. Between the blinds, she could see Dean sitting with Sam, the two pouring over some of the research books. Ever since he showed up a week ago, it felt like he was everywhere…like she was being smothered, but also not at the same time. Dean had latched onto her side and barely let her out of his sight.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” Spencer teased.
Chloe could practically hear the grin in his voice.
“No,” she denied...though now that he brought it up… “I don’t have time to think about it anyway. I thought you said you faxed the list?”
“I did, it should be coming now,” Spencer said. “Between the code you had me write it in and the number of servers you had me send it through, it’ll be a miracle if you get it intact. It’ll look like it went through a paper shredder or something.”
“That’s not how a fax machine works, Spence,” she said with a slight laugh.
“Yeah, well…weirder things have happened.”
Chloe laughed, just as Dean appeared in the doorway.
“Sam needs the Book of Kells,” he said, ignoring the fact that she was on the phone.
“Top shelf,” she said, nodding her head in the direction of the bookshelf in the corner of the room that contained her private collection. The Book of Kells wasn’t the real one - that one was in Ireland, but this one was the closest copy.
“Chloe, seriously, lock the door and close the blinds,” Spencer spoke into the phone.
“Oh, shut up,” she ground out in frustration, grabbing a manila envelope that contained the microfilm she had been looking for.
“You say something?” Dean asked distractedly.
Chloe looked over, seeing him holding the book and looking completely confused. “Not you,” she said. She walked out of the office, phone still pressed to her ear. “I’ll call you back in a bit, Spencer. I’m going to head downstairs to see if the fax got here.” Chloe hung up the phone, dropping the envelope on top of a pile of books Sam had been going through. “You might want to take a look at those.”
“What are they?” Sam asked, looking up from the notebook he had been writing notes in. He had started writing in his journal, but he’d run out of room. Taking the envelope in his hand, he took out one of the films, holding it up to the light.
“Information on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,” she said with a sigh.
“You think?”
Chloe shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t hurt to cover all the bases, right?”
“Guess not,” he said with a slight smile. The elevator doors opened and Sarah stepped out, tired and still wearing her business attire.
“Went through everything at the auction house,” Sarah said. “Everything that could have been cursed and even some things that I was a little iffy about are secured.” Sarah sat down on a chair next to Sam, removing her jacket and her shoes.
Chloe gave her a small smile, motioning towards the elevator. “I need to go downstairs. Want me to do a food run?”
“Sure,” Sam agreed.
“I’ll go with you,” Dean said, dropping the old book onto the table. Ignoring Chloe’s annoyed look at the abuse of a historical document, he continued, “I’m starving.”
Sarah met Chloe’s eye, raising a brow. Chloe rolled her eyes, silently hoping Spencer and Sarah weren’t convening behind her back. That was one thing she did not need. Especially since she knew Sarah talked with Lois, and against the three of them? She was powerless.
Dean grabbed his jacket and the two took the stairs to the ground floor, since the exit let them out right by the front desk. They approached the main desk, seeing a few student workers carrying out the menial tasks. It was summer now, the semester ending the previous week, and a lot of the help had gone home, but a few remained.
“Hey Chloe,” Felix grinned, filing memos into the appropriate letterboxes. “Thanks for that recommendation letter. I think I got a good shot at renewing my scholarship.”
“No problem,” she said. “Did I get a fax by any chance?”
“Don’t know,” he said, “I can go check for you -”
“Don’t bother, Felix, I got it right here,” Trinity interrupted, appearing from the back of the office. Chloe could see Ingrid lurking in the back as well. “It just came in a few minutes ago but it looks like the message got messed up. Want me to toss it for you?”
“No thanks,” Chloe said quickly with a slight smile. “Spencer clearly thinks it’s funny to waste my time. This will give me some good leverage next time he complains.”
Trinity handed over the paper with a skeptical look.
“Told you not to piss him off,” Dean muttered, attempting to give credence to Chloe’s story.
“Yeah, well, just wait until he gets back from his vacation and I tell him it’s his job to translate those publications into Italian,” Chloe said, before glancing back to an amused Felix and annoyed Trinity. “See you guys later!”
---
“I know this name,” she muttered, sitting in the booth as they waited for their order. She bit her lip in thought, staring down at the fax printout.
Dean looked at the fax and then her skeptically, before taking a sip of his beer. “Looks like a bunch of jibberish to me.”
“It’s code,” she explained.
He nodded, sliding the document across the table towards him. Dean’s eyes scanned it for a moment. “What’s the squirrel drawing mean?”
“That’s code for ‘Spencer is an ass’,” Chloe smirked, eliciting a small chuckle out of Dean.
“So, what’s the familiar name on this thing?”
“Jean-Philippe Bourdain,” she said, pointing to the fifth name on the list…if that could be considered a name, considering a code.
“How the hell did you get Jean-Philippe from this?” Dean wondered.
“You know how people say twins have a weird psychic connection?” Chloe said, sliding the list back towards her and folding the paper. “I think spending so much time with Spencer is like sharing a womb. Your brain mutates and you start to understand even the most nonsensical things.”
“You need a vacation,” he surmised, finishing off his beer.
Chloe smiled slightly. “Tell me about it.”