SPN/SV Fic: Nowhere to Run (23-26)
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xtremeroswelliaTitle: Nowhere to Run (23-26)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural crossover
Rated: R for violence, language and sexual content
Pairing: Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I’d have a lot more money than the 75 cents in my pocket, so yeah. Not mine. :P Don’t sue. Thanks.
Author’s Note: Title inspired by the song “Snow White Queen” by Evanescence.
Author's Note II: Um, yeah. Anyone even remember this fic that I started writing over two years ago? O.o
Previous parts:
Parts 1-7 | Parts 8-16 | Parts 17-19 | Parts 20-23
Nowhere to Run (Part 24)
Chloe shivered a little, dread settling upon her as she walked farther into the woods. She pulled her jacket around her tighter, glancing around. It was a little too close to the dream she’d been having for her to feel comfortable.
“Right here with you, Chlo,” Sam’s voice murmured in her ear.
She forced herself to draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She knew he was there somewhere--he and Dean both--but a quick glance around didn’t give her any indication of where they were exactly--or of how long it would take them to reach her once the shape shifter did.
She shouldn’t have spent so much time reading up on shape shifters before agreeing to play bait for one. The images she’d seen were gruesome, nauseating--far more frightening than anything she’d ever encountered in Smallville.
She wondered how they did this sort of thing on a regular basis and ever managed to sleep.
Forcing the thoughts from her mind, she slid her hands into her coat pockets and kept walking, slowly, head down.
She heard a twig snap somewhere behind her and she froze, then turned, breath catching in her throat as she saw Sam standing there.
Except it wasn’t really Sam.
She didn’t even have to ask him for the codeword to know that.
“Hey, Chloe.” It smiled at her--Sam’s smile. But the smile didn’t reach his eyes, which glittered dangerously of death.
She didn’t answer, simply stared back at him, heart pounding in her chest like a stampede of wild horses.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Still smiling, he moved toward her.
Chloe took a step back involuntarily.
His eyes narrowed. “What’s the matter, Chlo? I thought you liked me. I sure like you.” Without warning, he lunged toward her, closing the distance between them with unnatural speed.
Which, considering it was an unnatural thing, made sense.
A frightened cry escaped her and she tried to pull away from him, but he was far too large, far too strong. She whimpered as his nails dug into her arms.
The thing wearing Sam’s face shoved her backward and up against an old oak. A dreadful sense of déjà vu washed over her as he grinned maliciously, pulling a sharp knife from his jacket.
“I think I’ll have more fun with you if you’re alive when I take you,” he whispered, lips grazing her ear.
He lifted the knife to her cheek, running the tip over her skin.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t want to watch what he was going to do next.
Nowhere to Run (Part 25)
“There’s nowhere to run, love,” he whispered, trailing the knife down her coat and pressing the sharp tip against her sternum.
“I’m not running,” she whispered, keeping her eyes shut.
He smirked and leaned in closer, breath hot in her face.
Without any warning, Sam tackled the shape shifter to the ground.
“Move,” Dean barked at her, aiming his shotgun at the figures who were struggling a few feet away.
Chloe quickly got behind him, green eyes wide and frightened.
Sam and the creature rolled--once, twice.
“Move, Sammy!” Dean ordered, cocking the gun.
Before he had a chance to respond, a sharp, intense pain flared through him and he dropped back to the ground, hand pressed against his stomach, covered in blood.
Distantly he heard Chloe scream, the sound of the shotgun blast, and then Dean calling his name.
Then everything grew dark.
Nowhere to Run (Part 26)
“Sam. Sam, come on,” Dean whispered, cradling his baby brother’s limp body in his arms.
“Go for help,” Chloe ordered, adrenaline kicking in as she forced her panic aside.
“Sam…”
“Dean, you’re faster than I am. I’ll stay.” She quickly dropped to her knees, pressing her hands over the wound in Sam’s stomach. “Go! Now!”
In shock, Dean got to his feet and tore off into the woods, back toward the Impala.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, tears prickling at her eyelids. “Stay with me, Sam,” she pleaded, pressing down harder on the wound to stem the blood flow.
Suddenly there was light--bright green light emitting--from her hands. She sucked in a breath, watching with wide eyes as the wound in Sam’s abdomen closed up and then vanished.
“Whoa,” she whispered, feeling suddenly light-headed. She looked down at her hands, still covered in his blood and distantly registered the fact that he was sitting up.
A gasp of pain escaped her as she felt the knife’s sharp blade shoved into her gut, twisting, and she looked down, but nothing was there. Except blood. This time her own. Seeping from an invisible wound.
“Chloe?” Sam whispered, hazel eyes staring at her fearfully.
She met his eyes for a brief moment, offered him a dazed smile.
Then the world tilted.
And she was falling.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural crossover
Rated: R for violence, language and sexual content
Pairing: Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I’d have a lot more money than the 75 cents in my pocket, so yeah. Not mine. :P Don’t sue. Thanks.
Author’s Note: Title inspired by the song “Snow White Queen” by Evanescence.
Author's Note II: Um, yeah. Anyone even remember this fic that I started writing over two years ago? O.o
Previous parts:
Parts 1-7 | Parts 8-16 | Parts 17-19 | Parts 20-23
Nowhere to Run (Part 24)
Chloe shivered a little, dread settling upon her as she walked farther into the woods. She pulled her jacket around her tighter, glancing around. It was a little too close to the dream she’d been having for her to feel comfortable.
“Right here with you, Chlo,” Sam’s voice murmured in her ear.
She forced herself to draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She knew he was there somewhere--he and Dean both--but a quick glance around didn’t give her any indication of where they were exactly--or of how long it would take them to reach her once the shape shifter did.
She shouldn’t have spent so much time reading up on shape shifters before agreeing to play bait for one. The images she’d seen were gruesome, nauseating--far more frightening than anything she’d ever encountered in Smallville.
She wondered how they did this sort of thing on a regular basis and ever managed to sleep.
Forcing the thoughts from her mind, she slid her hands into her coat pockets and kept walking, slowly, head down.
She heard a twig snap somewhere behind her and she froze, then turned, breath catching in her throat as she saw Sam standing there.
Except it wasn’t really Sam.
She didn’t even have to ask him for the codeword to know that.
“Hey, Chloe.” It smiled at her--Sam’s smile. But the smile didn’t reach his eyes, which glittered dangerously of death.
She didn’t answer, simply stared back at him, heart pounding in her chest like a stampede of wild horses.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Still smiling, he moved toward her.
Chloe took a step back involuntarily.
His eyes narrowed. “What’s the matter, Chlo? I thought you liked me. I sure like you.” Without warning, he lunged toward her, closing the distance between them with unnatural speed.
Which, considering it was an unnatural thing, made sense.
A frightened cry escaped her and she tried to pull away from him, but he was far too large, far too strong. She whimpered as his nails dug into her arms.
The thing wearing Sam’s face shoved her backward and up against an old oak. A dreadful sense of déjà vu washed over her as he grinned maliciously, pulling a sharp knife from his jacket.
“I think I’ll have more fun with you if you’re alive when I take you,” he whispered, lips grazing her ear.
He lifted the knife to her cheek, running the tip over her skin.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t want to watch what he was going to do next.
Nowhere to Run (Part 25)
“There’s nowhere to run, love,” he whispered, trailing the knife down her coat and pressing the sharp tip against her sternum.
“I’m not running,” she whispered, keeping her eyes shut.
He smirked and leaned in closer, breath hot in her face.
Without any warning, Sam tackled the shape shifter to the ground.
“Move,” Dean barked at her, aiming his shotgun at the figures who were struggling a few feet away.
Chloe quickly got behind him, green eyes wide and frightened.
Sam and the creature rolled--once, twice.
“Move, Sammy!” Dean ordered, cocking the gun.
Before he had a chance to respond, a sharp, intense pain flared through him and he dropped back to the ground, hand pressed against his stomach, covered in blood.
Distantly he heard Chloe scream, the sound of the shotgun blast, and then Dean calling his name.
Then everything grew dark.
Nowhere to Run (Part 26)
“Sam. Sam, come on,” Dean whispered, cradling his baby brother’s limp body in his arms.
“Go for help,” Chloe ordered, adrenaline kicking in as she forced her panic aside.
“Sam…”
“Dean, you’re faster than I am. I’ll stay.” She quickly dropped to her knees, pressing her hands over the wound in Sam’s stomach. “Go! Now!”
In shock, Dean got to his feet and tore off into the woods, back toward the Impala.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, tears prickling at her eyelids. “Stay with me, Sam,” she pleaded, pressing down harder on the wound to stem the blood flow.
Suddenly there was light--bright green light emitting--from her hands. She sucked in a breath, watching with wide eyes as the wound in Sam’s abdomen closed up and then vanished.
“Whoa,” she whispered, feeling suddenly light-headed. She looked down at her hands, still covered in his blood and distantly registered the fact that he was sitting up.
A gasp of pain escaped her as she felt the knife’s sharp blade shoved into her gut, twisting, and she looked down, but nothing was there. Except blood. This time her own. Seeping from an invisible wound.
“Chloe?” Sam whispered, hazel eyes staring at her fearfully.
She met his eyes for a brief moment, offered him a dazed smile.
Then the world tilted.
And she was falling.
