Fic: I Walk Alone (Supernatural/Smallville, Chloe/Dean: Prologue/?)
I Walk Alone
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Smallville and all related items do not belong to me. Only this Story and its related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Spoilers/Timeline: For Supernatural, up to and including the end of season 2. and for Smallville, I really have no idea where it takes place, because all recent knowledge of it comes from revivingophelia and her fics. I don’t want to inadvertently spoil anyone, so we’ll say everything up to the present, just in case I do.
Just to clarify, for Smallville, I'm using the storyline where Clark took Chloe's memories about his powers away from her and her wedding with Jimmy. I have no idea where the two fit in relation to each other, so if I've fucked up the timeline, I'm sorry! Just roll with it!
Notes: This is a belated birthday gift for revivingophelia, who asked for some Chloe/Dean. I’m so sorry! I wanted to write a complete fic, not a WiP, but this one just got me in a chokehold and I had to tap out and do its bidding! ;)
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Put all your angels on the edge. Keep all your roses, I’m not dead. I left a thorn under your bed. I’m never gone. Go tell the world I’m still around. I didn’t fly, I’m coming down. You are the wind, the only sound. Whisper to my heart when hope is torn apart and no one can save you. I walk alone. Every step I take I walk alone. My winter storm holding me awake it’s never gone. When I walk alone.
~I Walk Alone, by Tarja Turunen
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Prologue
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They’d left her for dead. The world was grey and stormy and she’d been left for dead on the side of the road like an animal that they’d accidentally run over.
Taking a deep breath, Chloe looked around again, through the trees and the rain to see if there was something she’d missed, something she wasn’t getting, because she couldn’t quite understand how she’d gone from sitting at the window on the night before her wedding to lying on the side of the road cold, wet and so utterly alone.
Feeling numb, she turned over, rolling onto her hands and knees and slowly, steadily, pushing herself up onto her feet. She swayed, stumbled and fell onto the concrete, scraping her hands and the left side of her face on the gravely stones. Choking back a sob, she focussed on the sharp sounds around her and tried to block out the pain in her body and her heart, because she could not fall apart, not out in the middle of nowhere in the rain, because maybe she could come back from the dead when she’d healed someone, but she didn’t think it worked the same way if she died of hypothermia.
Frowning, she pushed herself up on her stinging hands to a seated position and tried to remember. Everything was fuzzy, flitting through her mind in sharp shades of grey, but it slowly came to her, came together with a startling clarity that it was a wonder to her that she hadn’t remembered it the second she woke.
She’d been unable to sleep, had been thinking, worrying and wondering why she felt like there was something wrong with her, something she couldn’t put her finger on. She’d been wondering a lot of things, things about herself, about her friends, about Clark in particular and…about her wedding. She remembered everything in her life up to that point, everything but what it was that had prompted her to say yes to Jimmy’s proposal; other than filling that gaping need to believe that someone wanted her. Not just for a little while, not just because she was there, but wanted her for the rest of his life. And that was the problem. She wasn’t so sure she wanted Jimmy for the rest of hers.
But then she’d realised something else. She remembered everything up until that point. Every little thing. She could pinpoint every second of every day in her life right back to the first memory she had of her dad lifting her up to the sky as a baby and that…that wasn’t right. What was worse was that other memories seemed false, told her she’d said or done things she would never do, they told her she’d walked away when every sense in her body had been urging her to investigate further and that thought scared her to the point that she wasn’t sure she knew who she was anymore.
So she’d left. Packed a bag, run off, had just gone from the Kent farm as fast as her legs could carry her. She should have known he would follow. Should have known that he had something to do with it, because why else would she feel so ill at ease around Clark, her best friend, if there wasn’t something else to it. She didn’t remember ever feeling that way around him in all the memories she’d so painstakingly gone through that evening, but she’d felt it then.
And it didn’t matter how much he said he was sorry, or how much he explained that it was for the best, because she knew he’d done something to her, had changed her in some way that left her less than whole. But she had no idea what it was, or how she’d ended up lying on the side of the road.
It was no surprise, really, that she didn’t see the car headlights until it was too late to get out of the way.
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End Prologue
*hides* …don’t hate me for leaving it there, but it’s 00:14 and I’m getting up in 7 hours! I promise you more tomorrow!
On to Part One
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By Kyizi
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Smallville and all related items do not belong to me. Only this Story and its related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Spoilers/Timeline: For Supernatural, up to and including the end of season 2. and for Smallville, I really have no idea where it takes place, because all recent knowledge of it comes from revivingophelia and her fics. I don’t want to inadvertently spoil anyone, so we’ll say everything up to the present, just in case I do.
Just to clarify, for Smallville, I'm using the storyline where Clark took Chloe's memories about his powers away from her and her wedding with Jimmy. I have no idea where the two fit in relation to each other, so if I've fucked up the timeline, I'm sorry! Just roll with it!
Notes: This is a belated birthday gift for revivingophelia, who asked for some Chloe/Dean. I’m so sorry! I wanted to write a complete fic, not a WiP, but this one just got me in a chokehold and I had to tap out and do its bidding! ;)
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Put all your angels on the edge. Keep all your roses, I’m not dead. I left a thorn under your bed. I’m never gone. Go tell the world I’m still around. I didn’t fly, I’m coming down. You are the wind, the only sound. Whisper to my heart when hope is torn apart and no one can save you. I walk alone. Every step I take I walk alone. My winter storm holding me awake it’s never gone. When I walk alone.
~I Walk Alone, by Tarja Turunen
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Prologue
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They’d left her for dead. The world was grey and stormy and she’d been left for dead on the side of the road like an animal that they’d accidentally run over.
Taking a deep breath, Chloe looked around again, through the trees and the rain to see if there was something she’d missed, something she wasn’t getting, because she couldn’t quite understand how she’d gone from sitting at the window on the night before her wedding to lying on the side of the road cold, wet and so utterly alone.
Feeling numb, she turned over, rolling onto her hands and knees and slowly, steadily, pushing herself up onto her feet. She swayed, stumbled and fell onto the concrete, scraping her hands and the left side of her face on the gravely stones. Choking back a sob, she focussed on the sharp sounds around her and tried to block out the pain in her body and her heart, because she could not fall apart, not out in the middle of nowhere in the rain, because maybe she could come back from the dead when she’d healed someone, but she didn’t think it worked the same way if she died of hypothermia.
Frowning, she pushed herself up on her stinging hands to a seated position and tried to remember. Everything was fuzzy, flitting through her mind in sharp shades of grey, but it slowly came to her, came together with a startling clarity that it was a wonder to her that she hadn’t remembered it the second she woke.
She’d been unable to sleep, had been thinking, worrying and wondering why she felt like there was something wrong with her, something she couldn’t put her finger on. She’d been wondering a lot of things, things about herself, about her friends, about Clark in particular and…about her wedding. She remembered everything in her life up to that point, everything but what it was that had prompted her to say yes to Jimmy’s proposal; other than filling that gaping need to believe that someone wanted her. Not just for a little while, not just because she was there, but wanted her for the rest of his life. And that was the problem. She wasn’t so sure she wanted Jimmy for the rest of hers.
But then she’d realised something else. She remembered everything up until that point. Every little thing. She could pinpoint every second of every day in her life right back to the first memory she had of her dad lifting her up to the sky as a baby and that…that wasn’t right. What was worse was that other memories seemed false, told her she’d said or done things she would never do, they told her she’d walked away when every sense in her body had been urging her to investigate further and that thought scared her to the point that she wasn’t sure she knew who she was anymore.
So she’d left. Packed a bag, run off, had just gone from the Kent farm as fast as her legs could carry her. She should have known he would follow. Should have known that he had something to do with it, because why else would she feel so ill at ease around Clark, her best friend, if there wasn’t something else to it. She didn’t remember ever feeling that way around him in all the memories she’d so painstakingly gone through that evening, but she’d felt it then.
And it didn’t matter how much he said he was sorry, or how much he explained that it was for the best, because she knew he’d done something to her, had changed her in some way that left her less than whole. But she had no idea what it was, or how she’d ended up lying on the side of the road.
It was no surprise, really, that she didn’t see the car headlights until it was too late to get out of the way.
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End Prologue
*hides* …don’t hate me for leaving it there, but it’s 00:14 and I’m getting up in 7 hours! I promise you more tomorrow!
On to Part One
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