Lay Me Down 3/7
Title: Lay Me Down 3/7
Author: Jude
Email: Miss_Incognito4@live.co.uk
Rating: Heavy for gore!
Summary: "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take."
Content: Chloe/Oliver
Category: Cross-over. Smallville/Nightmare On Elm Street.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I'd be richer than Oliver and we could all go to Spain! Sadly, I don't own and am not richer than Oliver. Sigh.
Distribution: This fic is just for this site :-)
Notes: Hope, hope, hope you all like this fic!
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Clark knew Oliver was angry, but he couldn't understand why. After all, he'd been looking for Chloe, too. "I don't know what you want me to say."
"What I want you to say," he heard his voice rise and took a second to calm down. "What I want you to say is Chloe is safe and sound."
Clark couldn't do that and so remained silent.
Oliver took a deep breath and counted to ten before he exhaled. "You remember Chloe, right? Your small blonde best friend who covers your ass?"
"I know who you mean," Clark snapped. "Lex has her, but I don't know where."
"Have you ever thought of, oh I don't know, looking?"
"I have looked, Oliver," Clark glared at his friend. "You think I'd stand by and let Chloe be taken and not do anything about it?"
Oliver couldn't hold back. "Of course not, Clark. I mean, after everything she's done for you, leaving her at the hands of a meglomaniac is the last thing you'd do."
Unless...
The Archer smacked his forehead. "Of course!" He exclaimed with a laugh that held no humour. "You're worried about Lex finding out your secret and whether or not Chloe's told him."
Clark's lips formed a thin line. "She did it before, with Lionel. Went behind my back..."
"I'm sure you never went behind her back." Oliver spared the alien one single glance before he continued to sharpen some arrows into nice, neat little points that would do a lot of damage to organs. Organs that belonged to one Lex Luthor.
"This isn't highschool, Oliver," Clark pointed out.
"You brought it up."
"This isn't about what I've done in my past," Clark pointed out. "This is about Chloe and where she is."
Oliver put the newly sharpened arrow on the floor and started to clap. A slow clap that mocked. "And he finally gets there."
Clark sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "The chances of Lex being surrounded by Kryptonite are high, I might be able too get to her."
Brown eyes quickly drifted up. "Dude..."
"For all we know, Chloe might want to be there," Clark snapped, the anger getting the better of him. "We all knows how she feels about meteor freaks and now that she's one of them, she might..."
Despite the knowledge that the farm boy could kick his ass, Oliver was not gonna sit by and listen to this.
He was up and in Clark's face. "Finish that sentence, Kent," he spoke calmly and clearly. "I dare you." He had a nice green K arrow in a lead cover right there in his pocket. One wrong move by the alien and that was it.
Clark tensed. "Or what?"
Oliver smirked and reached into his pocket, fingers easing the arrow an inch out of its shell. He wanted to laugh at his friend's shock, but he couldn't. Being resorted to this just for the sake of helping someone was not a victory he wanted to savour.
He slid the arrow back in and couldn't stop the smirk. "So since Chloe isn't on your list of priorities, how's Lana?"
No sooner had the green Kryptonite been put away, Clark recovered and he stood to his full height and glared at the Archer. "Lana is none of your business."
"Isn't she?" Oliver smirked and turned his back. "Seems like your lady love has a thing for billionaires, Clark. Ever thought of asking her if she knows anything?"
Silence was the answer.
"You've either disappeared in the blink of an eye or you can't think of a reason." Oliver waited for something, anything, but got nothing, so he turned back to face Clark. "Well?"
"She doesn't know," was the answer and it came out on a heavy breath. "Lex has been showing his interest and Lana has been..."
"Responsive?" The Archer chuckled. "Oh, the irony fills me with joy. The friend who knows everything is in trouble and the girl you love are both in danger, yet if they want to be there, let them."
Clark didn't need to look at Ollie's face to see the sarcastic smile. "Lana doesn't know anything about Lex," he argued. "If she's happy, then who am I to say anything about it?"
Oliver shrugged. "If Lana wants to be happy with a crazy ass psycho, that's her choice, now if Chloe isn't there of her will? Which we've already established, by the way, then why haven't you come to us?"
Clark knew he must have looked confused as the Archer picked up his cellphone and pressed a few buttons before he held up the phone.
"See those names and numbers?" Oliver asked. "That's us. You know, the team. As in the team of guys who can get to places you can't. Like, say, a 33.1 lab. I'd say we'd help, but oh!" He smacked his forehead. "I keep forgetting you can't help because you have to clean up the mess you made."
Clark went rigid as Oliver kept talking. "I don't suppose Chloe being meteor infected is one of those messes? Of course not, cos hey. She might be there of her own free will and dishing out all our secrets."
"That's not it and you know it."
Oliver laughed a laugh that held no humour. "Show yourself out, Kent."
"With pleasure."
It wasn't the rush of air ceased that he dropped his next weapon.
"Hang in there, Chloe," Oliver muttered as he pressed dial on Bart's number. "We'll get you outta there."
XOXOXO
"Are you sure you want to go ahead, sir?" Thomas asked. "The machine hasn't been fully tested yet and..."
Lex didn't turn his attention from the sleeping girl on the bed. "Now is as good a time as any, don't you think?"
"Okay, lets get you hooked up."
The billionaire stripped off his shirt and laid down on the bed next to Chloe, the doctor and technicians got things ready. Two brain monitors attached to his temples, heart monitors on his chest and a blood pressure gauge on his right forefinger. Soon, a beeping from his joined that of Chloe's and everything was ready.
"Okay," Thomas doubled checked Chloe's statistics and arched a brow at the increasing digits for her REM cycle. Definitely a nightmare.
"You're certainly dreaming, aren't you? Let's see what's going on in there."
The doctor moved to his boss with a syringe. "You'll only feel a p..."
"Spare me," Lex dared the man to continue, yet flinched a little as the needle penetrated his vein.
Thomas watched his boss' eyes close before going back to the blonde. "Very interesting dream indeed."
XOXOXO
Lex opened his eyes to find he was still in the lab. He had been told it mightn't work, but he wanted to ahead with it, but no matter. There was plenty of time to get it working correctly.
"Davidson?" He sat up and rubbed the remnants of fog out of his eyes. "Davidson," he tried again, but the only response he got was the sound of giggling from outside.
As far as he knew, there were no children in this lab.
Lex swung his legs down and made sure to get his balance before walking toward the doors. He saw nothing when he peered out through the two windows, but the giggling came again, only louder and clearer. It was slightly too low pitched for it to be girlish, which meant it was the giggle of a young boy.
The door he pushed open led to a familiar corridor and he remembered now.
He was in Chloe's head, in her dreams.
"Makes sense," Lex said to himself as he looked along the clinically white hall. Made sense that she would dream of this, but what didn't make sense was the giggling. Why would she dream about giggling children?
Had something happened to her as a child?
That thought was waved away the second after it entered his brain. Gabe Sullivan was much too good a man to do anything of the sort towards his daughter. Still, that left her mother and Lex knew next to nothing about Moira Sullivan. Not for lack of trying, of course, because the woman was in a catatonic state that seemed to be self-inflicted.
He shook off his thoughts and frowned.
Now that he was in the hall, the giggling sounded further away and was that a tap dripping?
Lex's frown became more prominent as he wondered why Chloe would dream about a dripping tap. "Chloe?"
Drip...
There was another giggle and he followed it up the hall, a flash of white caught the corner of his eye and he turned, but saw nothing.
He turned back the way he was walking, his loafers not making a sound as the soles hit the pristine floor. "Chloe?"
His first name's Charles...
Lex blinked.
That wasn't the voice of Chloe Sullivan.
His second name Will...
He kept walking, making note of the lights that flickered above his head.
Drip...
He heard the voice clear this time and it was the same voice as before.
The boy.
How many people did Manson kill...
The sound of jumping hit his ears next and after that, came a swishing sound that made him think of a skipping rope.
One...
Lex figured either Chloe was as insane as her mother or her dreams were twisted.
He kept walking and was it him, was this corridor longer than neccessary?
Two...
This time, it was a girlish giggle and it was cut short and a tug on on his pants made him look down.
A young girl with a short blonde hair and big green eyes looked back at him. She was smiling a smile that flashed all her teeth. "We gotta go now."
Three...
Lex couldn't seem to do anything except watch as she turned and went skipping off down the hall and he had to swallow. The back of her little blue dress was soaked in blood. He heard it, saw it, as she moved.
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
She disappeared around the corner and all he could do was follow the trail of blood. That little girl had been so familar with her short blonde hair and green eyes and her smile...
Lex's eyes went wide. "Chloe? Chloe!"
He broke out into a run, his loafers now making a soft squeak against the floor until he came skidding to a halt at the corner.
Four...
He looked over his shoulder and saw the corridor was gone, replaced by a typical surburban street. Houses and trees and garages and mowed lawns.
Five...
Now this...
This made sense since Chloe lived in the suburbs of Smallville, but what didn't make sense was the house behind him. It was run down, burned out, with boarded up windows and a lawn that was overgrown.
What did a house like this have to do with Chloe?
Lex went to walk toward it when a bicycle bell caught his attention and he looked to see another child riding it. She smiled up at him in the same way Chloe had.
She giggled. "Freddy's home."
"Six..."
The voice wasn't childlike and he spun round to see knives coming straight for his face
XOXOXO
Lex was jolted awake and was shamed to find himself breathing heavily with sweat on his brow.
"Sir, sir," Thomas rushed over to push him back down onto the bed. "Stay still. We have to stop the bleeding."
Bleeding?
Lex lifted a hand to his face and touched his left cheek, his fingertips came away wet with blood. Slowly, he looked to Chloe who was staring at him from her bed.
"Three, four, better lock your door.".