Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville/Supernatural. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"We'll be getting cable." Lois was informing Bobby by way of greeting after Chloe introduced them later and informed him that Lois would be staying with them. "Chloe tells me that you have internet, and that she's studying that way, so I thought I'd give it whirl. Do you work out of the house or around here? I have a penchant of walking around in shorts and a sports bra, and I get up every morning around six to train so you have any place around here you can recommend?" Lois narrowed her eyes and leaned forwards towards the overwhelmed man. "Have you ever thought of shaving?"
Bobby, eyes wide, opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again.
Lois shrugged and trudged on. "Don't think about trying to make me cook---I'll end up poisoning you. Don't ask me to iron anything---I'll burn it. Don't ask me to wash your clothes---you'll never be able to wear them again. I can help Chloe clean though. Probably. Unless it involves vacuuming. Last time I tried...the whole town lost its electricity for two days."
Bobby's mouth continued to open and close wordlessly.
"If you have any late night porn-watching routine, or if you have any secret place for you skin mags, let me know now so we can avoid any embarrassing situations." Lois continued, tapping a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "There's more, but I can't remember right now what they are. I'll keep you posted as I remember." She then smiled angelically. "We're going to get along fantastically, I can tell already."
Bobby finally managed to just shut his mouth, mumble something, and leave.
"Nice to meet you!" Lois grinned at his retreating figure, waving. "Can you take my suitcases up to my room?" She didn't give him a chance to answer. "Thanks! You're a dear!" She then turned to Chloe. "You two look nothing alike."
"I'll show you the only picture he has of Chlara that I know of, I look like her." Chloe responded with a smile, hugging her cousin.
"Cool." Lois announced, rubbing her hands together. "You know, I haven't told the General about this? I don't think I'm going to."
"What happens when he realizes?" Chloe wanted to know, looping her arm around her cousin's, trying to figure out how in the world to break it to her about what it was she did here.
Because Lois wasn't like the Winchesters.
She would pick up on things.
And anyway, Dax couldn't go invisible like the other creatures, so he would be a dead giveaway that something was up.
"I'm an adult, he can't force me to do anything." Lois told her with determination. "So. Where are these two hunks you were telling me about? Sam and Dean?"
"There, uh, out." Chloe frowned, realizing that she was going to have to find a way to tell Lois about Hunters as well.
This was going to be something.
Bobby passed them, ladened down with suitcases and mumbling darkly to himself as he headed towards the stairs.
Lois watched him go, biting down on her bottom lip to try and keep the amusement off of her face. She turned to Chloe and lowered her voice. "He's adorable."
Chloe grinned brightly. "Isn't he?"
Dante sat invisible by the stairs, looking at Lois warily.
"Well, I'm going to go follow him to my room. And bathe. And then I'll come down and we can get this party started." Lois winked before turning around and hurrying up the stairs to Bobby, reaching forwards and grabbing his trucker hat, yanking it from his head to place it on her own.
Bobby stopped, gave her a look, and then sighed in resignation, continuing up.
Chloe laughed softly to herself before hurrying to the kitchen and grabbing the scrolls and pouch.
She took in a deep breath.
She'd tell Lois about everything after tonight.
Otherwise Lois would want to be there if only to mock her.
The blonde looked over the short note on the scroll, as Dax teleported in front of her, landing on the table.
Greetings Lighthouse,
We of the Council extend our greetings to you in your sanctuary.
We write, for there is to be a large arrival, a special arrival, which need special care.
We commend your initiative to protect the abode and the garden, but a much larger, more effective method is needed. You will find all you need to perform this ritual in the scrolls sent with this, our greeting. The ritual will be needed to be performed by no later than tomorrow night, for the power to take effect by the time that the herd is to arrive. There are not many unicorns left in the world, so tainted as it is, but those that have survived are already making their way to you. Fear not, they will appear as normal equine to outsiders.
We bid thee good luck, and beware...for there is much darkness in this world.
We Send You Our Sincerest Wishes,
The Council
She blinked, noticing a post script she hadn't noticed before.
p.s. We feel the need to inform you that your firelizard is a she, not a he.
Chloe blinked, looking at Dax. "You're a girl. I feel terrible."
Dax chirped in a forgiving way.
The blonde smiled and leaned forwards, rubbing her finger over that golden head. "Could you make sure that Ben and the others know about Lois? I need you all to give me tonight at least, for some secrecy. Tomorrow I'll let her know."
Dax nodded and then teleported away, most probably to the garden.
Chloe looked back at the scrolls and sighed.
Oh boy.
Lois wondered when Chloe was going to approach the subject of the demon dog, winged-lizard, ghost, and the fairies and various creatures she'd seen when she'd looked out into the garden.
Granted, it was proving difficult to keep pretending she couldn't see them, but Lois figured that the figure in her dream had been right. She had to wait for Chloe to broach the subject, to be trusted and let in. It must be hard to tell someone all the craziness that was going on with her.
Honestly, it'd taken Lois a big leap of faith to finally drop out of college and go to her cousin, but the dreams had been persistent. The person in her dream kept calling her the Acolyte, and kept telling her that the Lighthouse needed her, and even though there were no names, Lois had somehow known that the Lighthouse was her cousin. So, she knew that Chloe had the House of Weird, and that Lois was meant to help her, somehow, like an Igor to Chloe's Dr. Frankenstein. Or something like that.
She just had to wait for Chloe to tell her on her own.
In her home, Pamela lay in bed, candles and incense burning, as she continued to read the cards.
Before her lay The Lovers, the Three of Cups, and The Empress.
She smiled lecherously, wondering how in the world Bobby was going to react to this.
Chances were that he was going to reach for his shotgun.
For a moment she wondered if she should be a good friend and give him some forewarning about what the future held for him and his daughter, but then Pamela realized that that would take out the fun of the situation, so she refrained from being a good friend, for now at least.
Lois had fallen asleep.
This was the best time to act.
Taking in a deep breath Chloe brought the pouch and the ingredients, stepping out into the night, the moon bathing her with it's soft light. The blonde took one last look at the house and walked out passed the garden into the large meadow that made up the back of the yard. Whereas the front of the yard was the junkyard, the back was an untamed meadow of green, and it would be perfect for the new arrivals if she could get this ritual done perfectly. It worried her, because there were parts of the instruction that she didn't understand, and how could she get this done properly if she couldn't understand it? But the ritual didn't come with an instruction manual, so she was going to have to give it as good as she got.
Going towards the stomp of a tree Bobby had cut down years ago, Chloe placed the goblet onto it and the herbs as well. She crushed the herbs, grinding them in the small grinding stones sent to her, and continued doing so until half of the herbs were grounded and placed within the goblet.
Around her, balls of eternal light began to dance, playing ethereal music and singing songs that would have enchanted any mere mortal into straying from the straight and narrow path.
Closing her eyes, Chloe breathed in and out, trying to gather courage, before undoing the sash around her waist and letting the silk of her housecoat slip down to pool around her feet. She stood naked and vulnerable under the light of the moon, not noticing, due to her tightly closed eyes, that she was beginning to glow, as if reflecting the moonbeams off her own flesh. The scent of sweetness in the air was the only warning she had before the warm liquid began to rain on her, the fairies encircling her from above, dropping the honey-like liquid from her, Fairy Nectar, bathing her hair and skin with this creation only they could make. It was sticky and its aroma strong, intoxicating, and Chloe felt a little dizzy as it was continually drizzled onto her from above, while another group went to the goblet and added the Nectar to the herbs already crushed and ground within.
Something deep inside Chloe began to thrum with power, and she felt a little dizzy as her eyes opened and the rain of Fairy Nectar stopped, the fairies who'd been carrying the precious liquid leaving the others as the music grew louder, the singing more enchanting.
The blonde went to the goblet and reached for the knife laid out, picking it up. She admired the bronze beauty as she positioned her hand over the goblet, and then forcing her eyes to remain open she watched as she cut a clean slice through her palm. Chloe winced as she dropped the knife and clenched her fist over the goblet, watching as her blood made its way into the container, mixing with the herbs and the Fairy Nectar.
The winds picked up and lightning and thunder began to light up the sky noisily.
Her hair waved messily in the air, and her skin was cold, but she forced it away, reaching for the goblet.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe raised the golden vessel to the heavens and spoke the words in the language she didn't know. The hairs raising on her arms were the only warning she had before suddenly there was a violent thunderclap, and lightening descended fiercely from the heaven, hitting the goblet, causing that within to burst into flame, and for electricity to race inside of her before retreating through her feet back into the ground.
Chloe gasped, lowering her hand, gaze falling to the inside of the goblet as the flames died to reveal that the ingredients within had been melted into a colorless liquid.
"Well." She whispered to herself. "Here goes nothing." And with that she drank the one-third the scroll had told her to.
And then everything went black.
Sam was tired, and he could tell that Dean was as well. They'd been busy all day, and as they finally drove up in front of Bobby's, the younger Winchester wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed he already felt was his and to wake up to the smell of whatever it was that Chloe was cooking for breakfast. Next time they were going to take hunts closer to home, both brothers had discussed this on the drive back and had agreed to it. They didn't know whether the whole Radiant Boy death-proclamation really was averted, and not only that, they knew that Chloe was a part of their future, a very important part of their future, and neither were willing to let something happen to her as it had happened to every single person who'd ever been important to the Winchester family.
"God, I'm tired." Dean grumbled, closing the Impala's door and leaning against it for a second. "I wanna bathe, but as tired as I am I'm going to fall asleep in the tub and drown."
"I feel the same." Sam admitted, shouldering his bag and beginning to make his way to the front door, when suddenly something made him stop. He turned to Dean, about to ask him if he'd heard that, when he noticed Dean's eyes narrowed, looking in the same direction.
The brothers shared a look, dropping their bags and pulling out their sawed offs, heading towards the slight sound of music coming from the back of the house.
There was supposed to be nothing but open meadow and Chloe's garden in the back...nothing to explain the music or the singing or the light.
Heading around the back of the house, hunter instincts alert to fire at the first sign of danger, Sam and Dean frowned when they saw something up ahead, in the meadow.
Lights danced in the air, the music and singing coming from them.
But that wasn't what had the men's attentions.
It was the glowing, naked female body dancing under the sky, giggling and humming along with the lights in the sky.
"Chloe?"
Eyes widening when he heard his brother's voice, Sam concentrated on the body as she did a turn and realized that it was Chloe.
What was she doing?
Shoving his sawed off into the waist of his pants, Dean hurried off towards her, reaching her in seconds, grabbing her by her shoulders and speaking to her, saying something Sam couldn't understand. Chloe didn't seem to be concentrating much on what he was saying, so Dean gave her a little shake for emphasis, but she just threw her arms around his neck and drew him into her in a kiss.
Sam's stomach went sour at the display.
A part of him wanted to turn and walk away as Dean's arms went around her, kissing her with the same amount of fervor, but Sam narrowed his eyes and forced himself to go towards them. Something here just wasn't right and he wasn't going to just walk away from it.
"Chloe." He cleared his throat, arriving by their side.
She pulled away from Dean, giggling and twirling once more, her eyes glowing just as much as her skin, her hair seemed to be bathed in sparkles and her laugh was melodious, rather inhuman. "Samuel."
"So...sweet..." Dean whispered, voice odd.
Sam turned to his brother, seeing an oddly blank expression in his brother's eyes. He then turned to Chloe, eyes narrowed. "What did you do to him? What's going on?"
"He is fine." She promised, coming to him, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "As thou shalt be, Guardian."
"Guardian?" Sam frowned, confused.
"Guardian of the Lighthouse." She responded, as if this should be obvious, reaching up and kissing him, her lips coated in a sweet substance that made him warm and slightly dizzy as her lips coaxed his to move, to bite hers, lick her, consume more of the delicious taste upon her lips...upon her face.
A sudden need to taste the rest of her body, and the sweetness covering it, descended on him with a fury.
It was as if all of the indecent feelings he'd had for this girl had been brought viciously to the surface.
She pulled away from him with a teasing giggle, skirting out of his and Dean's grasps, going towards a stomp upon which lay a goblet. She picked up the goblet and turned to them, looking like a pagan witch of yore, powerful and magnificent under the light of the moon as she glowed. "Share this my blood, my bond, of thy own free will. But be ye warned, for if ye consume this, ye shall be bound to my cause. Guardians of the Lighthouse, bound to guard her whose Light nurtures the creatures in need of shelter and guide them on their way."
Despite the compulsion, Sam still had control over himself, enough to know that if he really wanted to, he could turn away and not do this, and he knew that from the calculating look in Deans eyes that his brother was in control of himself as well.
He didn't understand what was happening, what Chloe was saying...but this...this was the night he'd seen in his dream.
Chloe, him, Dean, fairies...music...the moon.
This was what was meant to happen.
He took a step forwards and took the goblet from her hand.
The hunter in him screamed for him to stop, but the man within headed no warning, only the beckoning of the siren with the glowing eyes.
Groaning, body sore and tired, Chloe wondered why her bed was so hard.
Sitting up and stretching, she finally opened her eyes and stilled when she realized that she was naked, and laying on the grass outside. It was early morning, and the fairies were gone, most probably gone to their little houses, still sleeping.
Feeling something shift next to her, Chloe looked down and her eyes widened as she realized that she was lying between Sam and Dean...equally naked Sam and Dean.
And that was when last night came rushing back to her.
The magic of the spell had sent her into a frenzy and...and then the boys...and then...
Her face went hot red.
Sex magic.
It'd been sex magic!
Now so much about the ritual made sense!
Every time they'd...the glow that's encompassed the three of them would glow bigger, brighter, covering just a little bit more of the land. And they'd...so much...until the light was finally covering the whole of the Singer territory.
That was when they'd collapsed in exhaustion.
Chloe brought her hands to her burning face as she heard them beginning to wake up on each side of her.
What had she done?!?
review?