crossoverfic | The Smallvillian Patient 1A/? (Reply)

Title: The Smallvillian Patient
Sequel to: "When Rosalie Met Chloe" and "Meet The Cullens"
Fandoms: Smallvile/Twilight
Pairing: Chloe/Edward
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Twilight
Summary:When Chloe dies again Edward and Alice hurry to Smallville to take care of her despite her desperate attempts to convince them that dying really isn't that big a deal for her. And how is she supposed to get better if she and Edward are always arguing?
Note: The ARTEMIS ROD is taken from Vampire Knight, I don't own it.

Dodging the blade swinging for her head, Chloe ducked and twirled, kicking the feet from under her attacker, only giving her a couple of seconds advantage before the creature with the blade hands flipped expertly back onto his feet and charged her once more.

“Don’t you guys ever give up?” Chloe asked, voice a pant, before diving to where Artemis had been flung out of her hands moments before. Her hands went around the Artemis Rod and with a swift flick of her wrist the rod elongated, crackling with what would seem like blue electric waves, turning into a deadly scythe worthy of the Angel of Death himself.

The creature glared, changing its stance, warier now that she had her weapon once more despite the fact that she was covered in slices, bleeding trails of thick red all over her body, and considerably weak.

“Aw, come on, don’t you wanna dance?” Chloe taunted, twirling Artemis over her head before assuming a defensive position, eyes narrowed. “This time though, I lead.”

Charging forwards Chloe swung the blade and twirled, only missing the demon by a millimeter. Twisting away from a jab of its blade, she swung Artemis and didn’t even flinch as blade connected with bone and an inhuman screech echoed throughout Duncan’s Field as warm blood spurted out from the stub that had once been the creature’s right arm. The blood spurted out onto her face, drenching her in its warmth, bathing her in red.

The creature howled, falling to its knees and cradling the stub that’d once been its hand in agony, eyes flashing red and black.

“I asked you nicely.” Chloe announced, standing before the defeated creature, Artemis resting behind her neck across her shoulders in a leisurely position. “I said ‘I’m not even asking you to stop hunting---just stop hunting in Smallville.’ Didn’t I?”

The creature glared up at her, snarling.

“But would you listen? No. They never do.” She sniffed, somewhat offended. “It’s the height, isn’t it? 5’3” just isn’t intimidating.”

The creature roared and threw itself at her.

With a swift movement Artemis was pulled from its place on Chloe’s shoulders and more blood squirted out onto her as the creature suddenly fell to its knees, staring at her in horror before its head slid off its neck with a neat little slice.

Chloe closed her eyes and concentrated, only relaxing once she couldn’t sense anything around her. She opened her eyes and sighed, shoulders slumping, her whole body in pain. Usually Clark was more help than this but Duncan’s Field had an excessive amount of Kryptonite on it, just driving passed it made Clark feel a little woozy. Plus, he’d gone to help the League in India, had been with them for the last month.

I’m so tired.

Dropping to the muddy earth, Chloe pulled out her cellular and typed a quick message to an unlisted number.

Done.

Catapulting Sheep

Closing her eyes, Chloe fell back into the mud, exhausted. She’d had to fight five of those creatures and the battle had left her drained. The blonde really couldn’t remember when she’d gone from the bubbly blonde with ambitions of working in the Daily Planet to the woman who spent her time dealing with the supernatural and battling it.

A beep from the phone in her hand caused her to slowly bring it to her gaze.

She was just so tired.

Excellent.

Lynching Leopards

Even though both her and Lex used phones that were supposed to be virtually impossible to trace they still left their few text messages brief and criminally vague. They’d even chosen the odd names with their initials just to add an extra measure of secrecy to their correspondence. It wouldn’t do for Lionel Luthor to ever find out that his son was helping her.

Their odd alliance had begun years ago when they’d joined forces to send his father to jail for the murder of Lex’s grandparents. Lex had kept Chloe as safe as he could but Lionel had men and creatures everywhere working for him, and a meteor freak had ended Chloe’s life for the first time when she was only seventeen years old. Her dormant Meteor power had activated during her death, reviving her and leaving her forever seventeen.

Of course, prison hadn’t been able to keep Lionel forever. A couple of months and a miraculous ‘conversion’ found him free and taking charge of his company once more. The elder Luthor swore that he was a new, different man, and somehow managed to fool everyone into believing he was a ‘changed man’---everyone but Chloe and Lex, although the latter made the peace with his father to be able to keep a closer eye on the bastard.

It was disgusting how everyone was so happy to believe that Lionel Luthor could change from the morning to the night. He was considered a role model, an example of how the good in humanity could change people.

Chloe hadn’t known whether to be angry or horrified when she’d discovered that Lionel had somehow managed to seduce Lana during one of her and Clark’s many breakups. Of course, this breakup was supposed to have been it, but still, Lionel?

The blonde had had to console one heartbroken friend and try knock some sense into the other. Lana hadn’t listened to Chloe, saying that the blonde had never let go of her ‘grudge’ and Chloe had found out with the rest of the world that Lana Lang was soon to be Lana Luthor.

Lex had found the news hilarious, Chloe horrifying, and Clark heartbreaking.

Of course, the marriage hadn’t lasted long at all, and Lana had gotten a huge amount of money in her divorce settlement. Chloe never understood what prompted Lana to start Isis, but it was the first intelligent thing the brunette had done since she’d broken things off with Clark.

Lionel had then turned his attention on Chloe. She remembered being kidnapped and experimented on, the man trying to understand her meteor powers and seeing if she’d come back from any death. If it hadn’t been for Lex discovering and slipping the information discreetly to Clark Chloe would probably have still been in that laboratory being killed in different ways for ‘the advancement of science’ and Lionel Luthor’s own sick entertainment.

That was when she’d decided that she needed to disappear for a little while and learn how to defend herself. With the money she’d saved up for college she disappeared for a whole year, traveling the world and learning all she could.

It was in Japan that she found Artemis. She’d taken the mystical weapon off of a demon huntress’ dead body, slaying the beast who’d killed Artemis’ previous owner. Chloe had never been in a fight without Artemis since that day.

When she’d returned to Smallville a year later Chloe accepted the job Lana offered her running Isis and thankfully while Lionel was still interested in her he’d delved into other experiments using meteor rocks so he couldn’t use his whole time to make her life impossible.

Instead he liked to sic his newest creations on her and see how she faired, if she lived---if she died---and if she came back to life.

Bastard needs to find a more constructive pastime.

Hooking a now compact and harmless Artemis into the strap around her upper thigh, Chloe tried to sit up but found that she didn’t have the energy. Fighting hours on in with a vastly uneven number of enemies at once had taken a lot out of her, as had the various injuries she’d sustained during the fight.

Maybe Lex was right.

Maybe it was time she stopped fighting the minions and faced the tyrant.

I just don’t think I’m strong enough to do so right now.

Curling up into a ball in the mud was agony, and yet Chloe did so, closing her eyes, wishing for the strength to stand up and at least stumble towards her car---or whatever was left of it. And yet she couldn’t even find the energy to open her eyes.

If I don’t get my injuries tended to I’ll bleed to death.

Those were the last things she thought before succumbing to the darkness.

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“We got here too late. She’s already dead.”

A growl was heard and Chloe felt like she was rising. She was moving. She was cold.

“She’ll wake up.”

“We should take her home.” A cold hand found its way to her throat. “No heartbeat, no pulse, I don’t feel her breathing.”

“I saidshe’ll wake up.”

“I never said she wouldn’t. Stop being so testy, if it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have known what was happening and be here you know.”

“Let’s take her home.”

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“How’s she fairing?”

Chloe felt warmth now, warmth and softness all around her.

And safety.

“Still nothing.”

“Not even a faint heartbeat?”

“No.”

Fingers of ice trailed down her cheek.

“She’ll wake up.”

“I know.”

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“Where were you?”

Chloe wanted to moan, to groan, to let the voices know that she wasn’t happy with the noise, with the tension.

“I returned to the field we found her in. I got a good look at the bodies of the creatures she fought. They---they aremonsters. How could she have fought them off all by herself and won? She shouldn’t have had to fight them! Not them nor the others!”

“You shouldn’t have gone out, the sun’s out strong.”

“I wore the hoodie, don’t worry.”

“How can you say that? You’re acting unlike yourself, you have been since the last time we were here.”

“Alice. Now is not the time.”

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“Did she ever mention to Rose how long she stays dead?”

Chloe is able to sense more now, like the texture of that voice, the presence of a body so familiar now from hours of its proximity. She recognizes the cool touch that has more than once softly brushed her hair from her face and the gentle caresses against her skin.

“Not from what I’ve heard. But she did mention the fact that she was dead for a couple of hours the first time.”

“It’s been a day.”

“She’ll wake up.”