Bridge Between Worlds (3/5) - SPN/SV/HL
Title: Bridge Between Worlds (3/5)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Divas_Lament
Rated: G
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville & Highlander
Characters: From The Immortal!Dean Universe: JD Winchester, , Richie Ryan, Mule Winchester, Dean Winchester & Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent.
From Divas_Lament’s Universe: Holly Winchester, Andrew Winchester
Prompt: #76 sun for crossovers100 my table is here
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD is mine and Holly is Divas_Lament’s.
Summary Our intrepid trio arrives in Metropolis but getting to see Chloe is more difficult then they'd imagined.
A/N: The rest of the Great Spawn Crossover AU can be found here.
A/N2: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here. And Divas-Lament’s Holly Winchester stories can be found here.
A/N3: Just a reminder that Richie's first death was when he was 19 so he will always look like a teenager.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Bridge Between Worlds: Chapter 3
Chloe was frustrated with the current article she was working on. Writers block wasn’t a new thing but today her muse just didn’t seem to be in the mood to get the job done. Standing, she moved to peer out the picture window behind her desk. It wasn’t an exciting view, as it overlooked the parking garage behind The Planet, but right now she needed a little inspiration and staring out the window always helped to clear her mind.
Chloe watched as cars traveled the streets, her attention drawn to a classic car that slowly navigated the entrance to the parking garage. She stared at it as it traveled up the circular ramp losing site of it momentarily before it reappeared as it climbed up to the next floor.
She leaned against the window trying to get a better look and stilled, a slight panic overtaking her. The car was familiar even though she hadn’t seen one like it in more than twenty years. “Don’t be silly,” she spoke to her reflection, “Lot’s of people own classic Impalas.”
She watched as the car disappeared and reappeared once more on its climb to the top. She couldn’t see the faces of it’s occupants but she could see the leather clad arm that rested on the open window of the driver’s side. There was only one person she knew who drove a car like that and insisted on wearing leather in the summer.
Chloe stepped back from the window. Dean. She began pacing across her office trying to decide if she’d really seen what she thought she saw. It couldn’t be.
Dean had never once tried to contact her since she’d left him behind in Seacouver and she knew from her periodic calls to Richie that he never planned to. Well, if he thought he could just waltz back into her life after all this time, he was mistaken. Besides the reasons that she’d left in the first place were still valid or so she tired to convince herself.
She checked her calendar, only one appointment scheduled for today, a Mr. Townsend. The name brought a smile to her lips. Oh Dean, still using classic rock aliases. It had to be him trying to sneak in under her radar.
She grabbed the phone on her desk and punched the number for the lobby receptionist.
“Millie, this is Chloe Sullivan,” she said.
“Yes, Ms. Sullivan,” came the cheerful reply.
“Can you let, Mr. Townsend know that I’ve been called away?” She paused. “In fact, if anyone comes looking for me today, please tell them I am unavailable.”
“Certainly,” she replied and then added in a more conspiratorial tone. “Are you in any place in particular or simply in meeting all day?”
Chloe laughed, it wasn’t the first time she’d had Millie run interference for her. “No place in particular but I won’t be back for an unspecified number of days.”
She could here the smile on the other end of the phone as the reception replied, “I’m thinking Paris.”
“Thank you, Millie,” Chloe said as she hung up the phone. She wasn’t sure why she’d done it, but she knew that she wasn’t ready to see Dean face to face just yet. She also knew that delaying Dean a few days would not deter him from returning to seek her out but then at least the meeting would be on her terms and not his.
She rounded her desk to look back out the window. There was no evidence of the car or its occupants but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a Winchester out there. All of which meant that she was going to kill Richie, painfully and repeatedly, for not giving her a heads up. She pulled out her cell phone intending to rip him a new one and stopped when she realized, Richie was probably with Dean. No sense giving away her true location.
Sighing she returned to her article, suddenly finding the right level of indignation she needed to complete the assignment.
**************************************
They’d been disappointed that Chloe was unavailable after they’d gone to great lengths to make sure the reporter would be in her office for their visit. They spent the next days wandering around Metropolis, after checking with the receptionist each morning, while Holly played tour guide. She showed them the places where she had grown up and they’d even traveled to Smallville one afternoon for coffee at The Talon which Holly explained was the hang out of a teen aged Chloe throughout her high school years.
As interesting as the trip through Chloe’s alternate life might be, Richie was anxious to get to the main objective of their visit. Not that he was really looking to the fall out when he finally saw her again. There was no doubt in his mind that she wasn’t going to be happy.
In fact, he wondered if her sudden disappearance wasn’t because she had developed some meta sixth sense that told her he was coming to visit. As for the true meta aspect of her personality, Richie had yet to share that with JD and Holly. He reasoned that that was the biggest aspect of the secret he’d promised to keep. If they never did talk to Chloe, and there was a part of him that hoped they wouldn’t, at least he hadn’t revealed everything she’d asked of him to keep quiet about.
They’d been turned away by the receptionist yesterday with another lame excuse. He’d told JD not to use a classic rock name as an alias, Chloe wasn’t stupid and if she did suspect there was a Winchester on the other side of that name, they might never get in to see her. Richie wasn’t at the point where he wanted to stake out her apartment and he certainly wasn’t ready to admit that he had Chloe’s cell number but JD was indicating that if they were stonewalled again today that he was going with plan B.
“You check in with Mule this morning?” Richie asked as the rounded the corner heading for the main entrance of The Daily Planet once again.
Holly nodded. “Andrew isn’t happy about the delay but at least Mule has assured him there’s no need for the cavalry just yet.”
“Good. Last thing we need is to have this whole thing blow up before we even have a chance to talk to Chloe,” Richie said. “Two angry Deans is not something I ever want to face. Besides one angry Chloe is all I have on my agenda for today.”
JD and Holly laughed. “She won’t be angry once we explain,” Holly said.
Richie sent her a skeptical look. “Don’t expect this Chloe to behave like your mother.”
They entered the lobby and Richie left the teens by the entrance as he went to talk to the receptionist, who was already shaking her head anticipating his inquiry.
“Still no idea when she’ll return?” Richie asked.
“Sorry, but sometimes these overseas assignments can drag on,” the receptionist explained. “I’ll be sure to let her know you were here if she checks in.”
Richie nodded and joined JD and Holly in the center of the lobby.
“This is bullshit,” JD said. “Something’s not right. We had an appointment last Monday. She was supposed to be here.”
“I know haw disappointed you are JD,” Richie said laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. I think it’s time we admitted this isn’t going to happen and head home.”
The two teens looked at him and burst out laughing. “I know you’re a reluctant participant, Uncle Richie,” Holly said. “But that’s just crap and you know it. I think she’s here and just avoiding us.”
“Why would you think that?” Richie asked, though he’d had a similar thought himself.
“She’s my mother, I recognize the pattern.” Holly smiled but her gaze had drifted past Richie. He glanced behind him to see what she was looking at. A tall, dark haired man with glasses, wearing a dark blue suit and red tie, was making his way across the lobby toward the exit.
“I think I know how to prove whether she’s upstairs or not.” Holly said. “Wait here.” She pushed past Richie to approach the stranger.
“Holly, who is that?” Richie hissed to her retreating back.
She waved a hand over her shoulder. “I got this,” she whispered back.
JD chuckled. “Relax, she’s got this.’
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
***************************************
Holly smiled when she saw Uncle Clark crossing the lobby. Ignoring Richie’s pleas to stay put, she approached the familiar face.
“Excuse me, Mr. Kent?” She said tentatively.
He stopped and looked down at her. “Can I help you miss?”
“My friends and I,” she gestured to where JD and Richie still stood by the entrance, “have some information for Ms. Sullivan but have been told that she’s out of the country. I was hoping that you might be able to put us in contact with her. The receptionist won’t tell us where she’s gone.”
Confusion crossed Clark’s features. “Well, that is company policy,” he said deliberately.
Holly studied him and knew instantly that he’d seen Chloe today but was obviously abiding by her desire to avoid visitors. “Please, Mr. Kent? It’s just that we’ve come halfway across the country and I’d hate to see our trip wasted. Are you sure you can’t tell us where she is?” Holly put on her pleading, contrite face; the one that rarely failed to convince an unsuspecting member of her extended family to do exactly as she asked. Well, except Bruce, that man was immune to begging.
Clark studied Holly and then looked over at her two companions. “You guys seem harmless enough. Let me make a phone call, ok?”
“Thank you, so much, Unc…Mr. Kent.” Holly had to remind herself that this man was a stranger to her. “I’ll wait over there,” she said walking back to where JD and Richie waited.
“So, who is that?” JD asked when she rejoined them.
“That’s Uncle Clark, though technically he’s married to mom’s cousin so I guess he’d be cousin Clark but I’ve always called him uncle.” And of course the world calls him Superman, she added silently to herself and had to keep from giggling. If they only knew.
JD smiled. “Alright, Holly!”
********************************
“What’s up, Clark?”
“Hey, Chlo. There are three teenagers in the lobby looking for you. Is there a reason you’re avoiding them?”
“Teenagers?” Maybe she’d been wrong about her mysterious visitor and the man in the Impala. “You sure? One of them doesn’t look about thirty, six feet tall, military haircut and wears a leather jacket?”
“Well there’s a dark haired kid in a leather jacket, but I’d be surprised if he was twenty. Why?”
She could hear the concern in his voice. “Don’t go all protective on me, Clark. I was simply wrong about a source. Tell Millie she can let them up.”
“Ok, but I’ll be around if they turn out to be some kind of teenage super villain team bent on kidnapping you,” he chuckled.
“Just another day at the office,” she laughed. “Bye Clark.” Chloe hung up the phone wondering who these kids were. She chastised herself for being paranoid but she just couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding she’d had on Monday.
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Divas_Lament
Rated: G
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville & Highlander
Characters: From The Immortal!Dean Universe: JD Winchester, , Richie Ryan, Mule Winchester, Dean Winchester & Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent.
From Divas_Lament’s Universe: Holly Winchester, Andrew Winchester
Prompt: #76 sun for crossovers100 my table is here
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD is mine and Holly is Divas_Lament’s.
Summary Our intrepid trio arrives in Metropolis but getting to see Chloe is more difficult then they'd imagined.
A/N: The rest of the Great Spawn Crossover AU can be found here.
A/N2: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here. And Divas-Lament’s Holly Winchester stories can be found here.
A/N3: Just a reminder that Richie's first death was when he was 19 so he will always look like a teenager.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Bridge Between Worlds: Chapter 3
Chloe was frustrated with the current article she was working on. Writers block wasn’t a new thing but today her muse just didn’t seem to be in the mood to get the job done. Standing, she moved to peer out the picture window behind her desk. It wasn’t an exciting view, as it overlooked the parking garage behind The Planet, but right now she needed a little inspiration and staring out the window always helped to clear her mind.
Chloe watched as cars traveled the streets, her attention drawn to a classic car that slowly navigated the entrance to the parking garage. She stared at it as it traveled up the circular ramp losing site of it momentarily before it reappeared as it climbed up to the next floor.
She leaned against the window trying to get a better look and stilled, a slight panic overtaking her. The car was familiar even though she hadn’t seen one like it in more than twenty years. “Don’t be silly,” she spoke to her reflection, “Lot’s of people own classic Impalas.”
She watched as the car disappeared and reappeared once more on its climb to the top. She couldn’t see the faces of it’s occupants but she could see the leather clad arm that rested on the open window of the driver’s side. There was only one person she knew who drove a car like that and insisted on wearing leather in the summer.
Chloe stepped back from the window. Dean. She began pacing across her office trying to decide if she’d really seen what she thought she saw. It couldn’t be.
Dean had never once tried to contact her since she’d left him behind in Seacouver and she knew from her periodic calls to Richie that he never planned to. Well, if he thought he could just waltz back into her life after all this time, he was mistaken. Besides the reasons that she’d left in the first place were still valid or so she tired to convince herself.
She checked her calendar, only one appointment scheduled for today, a Mr. Townsend. The name brought a smile to her lips. Oh Dean, still using classic rock aliases. It had to be him trying to sneak in under her radar.
She grabbed the phone on her desk and punched the number for the lobby receptionist.
“Millie, this is Chloe Sullivan,” she said.
“Yes, Ms. Sullivan,” came the cheerful reply.
“Can you let, Mr. Townsend know that I’ve been called away?” She paused. “In fact, if anyone comes looking for me today, please tell them I am unavailable.”
“Certainly,” she replied and then added in a more conspiratorial tone. “Are you in any place in particular or simply in meeting all day?”
Chloe laughed, it wasn’t the first time she’d had Millie run interference for her. “No place in particular but I won’t be back for an unspecified number of days.”
She could here the smile on the other end of the phone as the reception replied, “I’m thinking Paris.”
“Thank you, Millie,” Chloe said as she hung up the phone. She wasn’t sure why she’d done it, but she knew that she wasn’t ready to see Dean face to face just yet. She also knew that delaying Dean a few days would not deter him from returning to seek her out but then at least the meeting would be on her terms and not his.
She rounded her desk to look back out the window. There was no evidence of the car or its occupants but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a Winchester out there. All of which meant that she was going to kill Richie, painfully and repeatedly, for not giving her a heads up. She pulled out her cell phone intending to rip him a new one and stopped when she realized, Richie was probably with Dean. No sense giving away her true location.
Sighing she returned to her article, suddenly finding the right level of indignation she needed to complete the assignment.
**************************************
They’d been disappointed that Chloe was unavailable after they’d gone to great lengths to make sure the reporter would be in her office for their visit. They spent the next days wandering around Metropolis, after checking with the receptionist each morning, while Holly played tour guide. She showed them the places where she had grown up and they’d even traveled to Smallville one afternoon for coffee at The Talon which Holly explained was the hang out of a teen aged Chloe throughout her high school years.
As interesting as the trip through Chloe’s alternate life might be, Richie was anxious to get to the main objective of their visit. Not that he was really looking to the fall out when he finally saw her again. There was no doubt in his mind that she wasn’t going to be happy.
In fact, he wondered if her sudden disappearance wasn’t because she had developed some meta sixth sense that told her he was coming to visit. As for the true meta aspect of her personality, Richie had yet to share that with JD and Holly. He reasoned that that was the biggest aspect of the secret he’d promised to keep. If they never did talk to Chloe, and there was a part of him that hoped they wouldn’t, at least he hadn’t revealed everything she’d asked of him to keep quiet about.
They’d been turned away by the receptionist yesterday with another lame excuse. He’d told JD not to use a classic rock name as an alias, Chloe wasn’t stupid and if she did suspect there was a Winchester on the other side of that name, they might never get in to see her. Richie wasn’t at the point where he wanted to stake out her apartment and he certainly wasn’t ready to admit that he had Chloe’s cell number but JD was indicating that if they were stonewalled again today that he was going with plan B.
“You check in with Mule this morning?” Richie asked as the rounded the corner heading for the main entrance of The Daily Planet once again.
Holly nodded. “Andrew isn’t happy about the delay but at least Mule has assured him there’s no need for the cavalry just yet.”
“Good. Last thing we need is to have this whole thing blow up before we even have a chance to talk to Chloe,” Richie said. “Two angry Deans is not something I ever want to face. Besides one angry Chloe is all I have on my agenda for today.”
JD and Holly laughed. “She won’t be angry once we explain,” Holly said.
Richie sent her a skeptical look. “Don’t expect this Chloe to behave like your mother.”
They entered the lobby and Richie left the teens by the entrance as he went to talk to the receptionist, who was already shaking her head anticipating his inquiry.
“Still no idea when she’ll return?” Richie asked.
“Sorry, but sometimes these overseas assignments can drag on,” the receptionist explained. “I’ll be sure to let her know you were here if she checks in.”
Richie nodded and joined JD and Holly in the center of the lobby.
“This is bullshit,” JD said. “Something’s not right. We had an appointment last Monday. She was supposed to be here.”
“I know haw disappointed you are JD,” Richie said laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. I think it’s time we admitted this isn’t going to happen and head home.”
The two teens looked at him and burst out laughing. “I know you’re a reluctant participant, Uncle Richie,” Holly said. “But that’s just crap and you know it. I think she’s here and just avoiding us.”
“Why would you think that?” Richie asked, though he’d had a similar thought himself.
“She’s my mother, I recognize the pattern.” Holly smiled but her gaze had drifted past Richie. He glanced behind him to see what she was looking at. A tall, dark haired man with glasses, wearing a dark blue suit and red tie, was making his way across the lobby toward the exit.
“I think I know how to prove whether she’s upstairs or not.” Holly said. “Wait here.” She pushed past Richie to approach the stranger.
“Holly, who is that?” Richie hissed to her retreating back.
She waved a hand over her shoulder. “I got this,” she whispered back.
JD chuckled. “Relax, she’s got this.’
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
***************************************
Holly smiled when she saw Uncle Clark crossing the lobby. Ignoring Richie’s pleas to stay put, she approached the familiar face.
“Excuse me, Mr. Kent?” She said tentatively.
He stopped and looked down at her. “Can I help you miss?”
“My friends and I,” she gestured to where JD and Richie still stood by the entrance, “have some information for Ms. Sullivan but have been told that she’s out of the country. I was hoping that you might be able to put us in contact with her. The receptionist won’t tell us where she’s gone.”
Confusion crossed Clark’s features. “Well, that is company policy,” he said deliberately.
Holly studied him and knew instantly that he’d seen Chloe today but was obviously abiding by her desire to avoid visitors. “Please, Mr. Kent? It’s just that we’ve come halfway across the country and I’d hate to see our trip wasted. Are you sure you can’t tell us where she is?” Holly put on her pleading, contrite face; the one that rarely failed to convince an unsuspecting member of her extended family to do exactly as she asked. Well, except Bruce, that man was immune to begging.
Clark studied Holly and then looked over at her two companions. “You guys seem harmless enough. Let me make a phone call, ok?”
“Thank you, so much, Unc…Mr. Kent.” Holly had to remind herself that this man was a stranger to her. “I’ll wait over there,” she said walking back to where JD and Richie waited.
“So, who is that?” JD asked when she rejoined them.
“That’s Uncle Clark, though technically he’s married to mom’s cousin so I guess he’d be cousin Clark but I’ve always called him uncle.” And of course the world calls him Superman, she added silently to herself and had to keep from giggling. If they only knew.
JD smiled. “Alright, Holly!”
********************************
“What’s up, Clark?”
“Hey, Chlo. There are three teenagers in the lobby looking for you. Is there a reason you’re avoiding them?”
“Teenagers?” Maybe she’d been wrong about her mysterious visitor and the man in the Impala. “You sure? One of them doesn’t look about thirty, six feet tall, military haircut and wears a leather jacket?”
“Well there’s a dark haired kid in a leather jacket, but I’d be surprised if he was twenty. Why?”
She could hear the concern in his voice. “Don’t go all protective on me, Clark. I was simply wrong about a source. Tell Millie she can let them up.”
“Ok, but I’ll be around if they turn out to be some kind of teenage super villain team bent on kidnapping you,” he chuckled.
“Just another day at the office,” she laughed. “Bye Clark.” Chloe hung up the phone wondering who these kids were. She chastised herself for being paranoid but she just couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding she’d had on Monday.