Fic: Bring Me to Life (Prologue and Part One/?)
Title: Bring Me to Life
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: PG-13 for now
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Sam, Chloe/Dean, Sam/Chloe/Dean. No Wincest. Sorry. Not my thing.
Spoilers: For Smallville, everything up to and including “Power.” For Supernatural, everything up to, “All Hell Breaks Loose, part one.” Much of the first few bits of this fic are actually based on that episode.
Bring Me to Life (Prologue)
They had been fated to meet long before they actually did.
Them because of a family curse they couldn’t seem to shake, and her because of an unnatural meteor shower that had altered the lives of everyone near it.
Their fates had been sealed before any of them knew the meaning of the word.
This is their fate.
This is their story.
Bring Me to Life (Part One)
She woke up slowly, feeling drowsy and confused as she blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes. When she did, she sat up slowly, looking at the soft, dead grass that had been pillowing her head.
Her eyebrows furrowed. She didn’t remember falling asleep outside. She glanced around, sucking in a breath as she took in her surroundings.
And she certainly didn’t remember falling asleep outside in what could only be described as a ghost town. Rising to his feet slowly, she dusted her jeans off, mentally going over the last thing she did remember.
She remembered completing a mission with Oliver and Dinah, remembered Oliver walking her out to her car and then…
Nothing.
“Okay, that doesn’t bode well,” she mumbled. The last time that happened, she’d been abducted and experimented on by Lex Luthor in his 33.1 lab. But this certainly wasn’t 33.1.
Of course, that didn’t mean Lex wasn’t behind it somehow.
“Pretty sure I’m not in Kansas anymore.”
“Pretty sure you’re right.”
She turned, startled by the voice. She found herself gazing at a tall, handsome man with shaggy brown hair and dark hazel eyes. “Who are you?”
“My name’s Sam.”
“Well, Sam. I don’t suppose you have any idea how I wound up in the middle of nowhere in Dust Bowl City, do you?”
He smiled a little, his cheeks dimpling in a far too adorable way considering the circumstances. “Not so much. Sorry.” He paused. “What’s your name?”
“Chloe,” she supplied.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Chloe, I don’t know how I got here either. And I don’t know where here is.” He looked around.
She drew in a breath. “Doesn’t really make me feel any better, but thanks for trying.” She raked a hand through her blond curls.
“We’ll figure it out.” His voice was quiet, and somehow comforting. He moved to her side.
Chloe looked up at him. He was tall--taller than Clark Kent even--and there was just something about him that made her want to trust him despite the fact they’d just met.
“So, you’re from Kansas?” His brown eyes locked on her green ones and Chloe nodded.
“Born and raised.”
“I was born in Lawrence. Didn’t grow up there, though.”
“Is that weird?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
“That we’re both from Kansas?”
It was like he was reading her mind. “Yeah.”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” he murmured.
They stood there for a long moment in silence.
“What’s the last thing you remember before you ended up here?”
“Going into a diner to get some food for me and my brother. You?”
“My friend Oliver was walking me to my car.”
“Nothing earth-shattering for either of us.”
“Sam?”
Chloe and Sam both turned to see a dazed man about Chloe’s age walking toward them.
“Andy?” Sam exclaimed.
“Dude. Either I’m dreaming or this is the most vivid trip I’ve ever taken,” he said, bewildered.
Chloe raised an eyebrow at that.
“It’s neither,” Sam said, suddenly looking wary. “You’re really here. So are we.” He nodded toward Chloe.
Andy glanced at her for the first time. “Wow. You’re pretty.”
She blinked. “Thanks.” She looked back at Sam uncertainly.
“How the hell did I get here?”
“That’s the question of the day,” Sam murmured. “Though it’s starting to get a little clearer.”
“Care to enlighten those of us who’ve just tuned in?” Chloe asked.
He looked back at her hesitantly. Just as he was about to respond, the relative silence of the cool night was shattered by a scream.
“Somebody help me!”
“Now what?” Andy mumbled.
Ignoring him, Sam quickly headed in the direction of the scream, Chloe right beside him.
“Maybe you should stay back, just in case,” Sam told her, glancing at her sideways.
She flashed him a grin. “No can do. Trouble’s my middle name.”
“Yeah, well…danger’s mine,” he responded.
“Color me intrigued.”
He ducked his head, trying unsuccessfully to suppress a smile. He held his arm out at the sound of loud banging to their left. Chloe paused, growing more intrigued. The way he was reacting to things reminded her of Clark and Oliver--like it was second nature for him to protect the people around him.
“Help me!”
Sam quickly headed toward a little wooden shed where the screams and pounding were coming from. “Stand back,” he yelled when he couldn’t get the door open.
Then, Chloe watched with wide eyes as he proceeded to kick in the door. A little brunette stumbled out, looking frightened.
“Ava!”
“Sam! Thank God.” She wound her arms around his waist.
Chloe felt a flicker of something--jealousy?--go through her at the sight.
Sam looked down at Ava. “Dean and I looked everywhere for you.”
She frowned. “I just left you a little while ago, Sam.”
He paused, looking worried. “Ava--I haven’t seen you in six months.”
Ava let out a short bark of laughter. “You’re a funny guy, Sam.” She patted his chest and moved past him, her gaze landing on Chloe. “Who are you?”
“Chloe,” she responded politely.
“Nice to meet you.” She looked around. “Sam, where are we? And how’d I get here?”
He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, his gazing moving to lock with Chloe’s.
She bit her lip, shrugging a little. “Guess that’s what we have to figure out.”
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: PG-13 for now
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Sam, Chloe/Dean, Sam/Chloe/Dean. No Wincest. Sorry. Not my thing.
Spoilers: For Smallville, everything up to and including “Power.” For Supernatural, everything up to, “All Hell Breaks Loose, part one.” Much of the first few bits of this fic are actually based on that episode.
Bring Me to Life (Prologue)
They had been fated to meet long before they actually did.
Them because of a family curse they couldn’t seem to shake, and her because of an unnatural meteor shower that had altered the lives of everyone near it.
Their fates had been sealed before any of them knew the meaning of the word.
This is their fate.
This is their story.
Bring Me to Life (Part One)
She woke up slowly, feeling drowsy and confused as she blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes. When she did, she sat up slowly, looking at the soft, dead grass that had been pillowing her head.
Her eyebrows furrowed. She didn’t remember falling asleep outside. She glanced around, sucking in a breath as she took in her surroundings.
And she certainly didn’t remember falling asleep outside in what could only be described as a ghost town. Rising to his feet slowly, she dusted her jeans off, mentally going over the last thing she did remember.
She remembered completing a mission with Oliver and Dinah, remembered Oliver walking her out to her car and then…
Nothing.
“Okay, that doesn’t bode well,” she mumbled. The last time that happened, she’d been abducted and experimented on by Lex Luthor in his 33.1 lab. But this certainly wasn’t 33.1.
Of course, that didn’t mean Lex wasn’t behind it somehow.
“Pretty sure I’m not in Kansas anymore.”
“Pretty sure you’re right.”
She turned, startled by the voice. She found herself gazing at a tall, handsome man with shaggy brown hair and dark hazel eyes. “Who are you?”
“My name’s Sam.”
“Well, Sam. I don’t suppose you have any idea how I wound up in the middle of nowhere in Dust Bowl City, do you?”
He smiled a little, his cheeks dimpling in a far too adorable way considering the circumstances. “Not so much. Sorry.” He paused. “What’s your name?”
“Chloe,” she supplied.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Chloe, I don’t know how I got here either. And I don’t know where here is.” He looked around.
She drew in a breath. “Doesn’t really make me feel any better, but thanks for trying.” She raked a hand through her blond curls.
“We’ll figure it out.” His voice was quiet, and somehow comforting. He moved to her side.
Chloe looked up at him. He was tall--taller than Clark Kent even--and there was just something about him that made her want to trust him despite the fact they’d just met.
“So, you’re from Kansas?” His brown eyes locked on her green ones and Chloe nodded.
“Born and raised.”
“I was born in Lawrence. Didn’t grow up there, though.”
“Is that weird?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
“That we’re both from Kansas?”
It was like he was reading her mind. “Yeah.”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” he murmured.
They stood there for a long moment in silence.
“What’s the last thing you remember before you ended up here?”
“Going into a diner to get some food for me and my brother. You?”
“My friend Oliver was walking me to my car.”
“Nothing earth-shattering for either of us.”
“Sam?”
Chloe and Sam both turned to see a dazed man about Chloe’s age walking toward them.
“Andy?” Sam exclaimed.
“Dude. Either I’m dreaming or this is the most vivid trip I’ve ever taken,” he said, bewildered.
Chloe raised an eyebrow at that.
“It’s neither,” Sam said, suddenly looking wary. “You’re really here. So are we.” He nodded toward Chloe.
Andy glanced at her for the first time. “Wow. You’re pretty.”
She blinked. “Thanks.” She looked back at Sam uncertainly.
“How the hell did I get here?”
“That’s the question of the day,” Sam murmured. “Though it’s starting to get a little clearer.”
“Care to enlighten those of us who’ve just tuned in?” Chloe asked.
He looked back at her hesitantly. Just as he was about to respond, the relative silence of the cool night was shattered by a scream.
“Somebody help me!”
“Now what?” Andy mumbled.
Ignoring him, Sam quickly headed in the direction of the scream, Chloe right beside him.
“Maybe you should stay back, just in case,” Sam told her, glancing at her sideways.
She flashed him a grin. “No can do. Trouble’s my middle name.”
“Yeah, well…danger’s mine,” he responded.
“Color me intrigued.”
He ducked his head, trying unsuccessfully to suppress a smile. He held his arm out at the sound of loud banging to their left. Chloe paused, growing more intrigued. The way he was reacting to things reminded her of Clark and Oliver--like it was second nature for him to protect the people around him.
“Help me!”
Sam quickly headed toward a little wooden shed where the screams and pounding were coming from. “Stand back,” he yelled when he couldn’t get the door open.
Then, Chloe watched with wide eyes as he proceeded to kick in the door. A little brunette stumbled out, looking frightened.
“Ava!”
“Sam! Thank God.” She wound her arms around his waist.
Chloe felt a flicker of something--jealousy?--go through her at the sight.
Sam looked down at Ava. “Dean and I looked everywhere for you.”
She frowned. “I just left you a little while ago, Sam.”
He paused, looking worried. “Ava--I haven’t seen you in six months.”
Ava let out a short bark of laughter. “You’re a funny guy, Sam.” She patted his chest and moved past him, her gaze landing on Chloe. “Who are you?”
“Chloe,” she responded politely.
“Nice to meet you.” She looked around. “Sam, where are we? And how’d I get here?”
He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, his gazing moving to lock with Chloe’s.
She bit her lip, shrugging a little. “Guess that’s what we have to figure out.”