Post by Blaire on Jan 31, 2006 16:41:20 GMT -5
Title: Betrayed
Author: Blaire
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Chloe/Sark
Summary: Alias/SV Xover. Chloe finds her mom, and a family she never had, and isn't sure she wants.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated.
Author's Note: As a Smallville fan I, like many others, would prefer to think of Season 4 as a complete waste of a year of my life. So in this fic the events that took place in S4 didn't happen. It has been a year since Chloe has put Lionel in prison. He never got out. The Alias portion of this fic takes place in season 2. Also, if you find the Chloe/Sark pairing interesting to you, I've only found one other fic with those two and that was Prophecy by Kris (Scifichick) it can be found on her ezboard. With all of that said, I hope you enjoy this. I am.
A/N 2: I made a vid to this fic, it's in the vids section for 'other' go check it out so you can have a preview of what this fics going to offer.
1.
{Metropolis, 1986}
Gabe slung his arm around his wife's shoulder and stared at the house in front of them with a wide smile. A house. A home. His wife smiled up at him, one hand resting over her burgeoning belly, the other placed against her husband's face, cupping his cheek, staring into his eyes, and secretly burning, secrectly wishing that he were dead.
{Smallville, Present Day}
Chloe smiled as her father launched into yet another one of their famous Sullivan arguments.
"It's foreshadowing, Chloe. Sorry to tell you, but while teenage girls all over the world fawn over guys with English accents, they're setting themselves up for a downfall."
Chloe rolled her eyes and stifled the laughter clouding in her throat. "Dad, evil is not personified by a hot british accent."
Gabe looked over at her, eyebrows raised. "Wanna bet?"
Chloe smiled and resumed drinking her coffee. They were currently sitting in the Talon, having brunch on a relatively late Sunday morning. A normal occurence with them as they tried to settle into a normal familial routine after the disturbance of their lives in the past year. Chloe thought of his words and turned her mug around and around between her palms. "All right, Lionel Luthor doesn't have an english accent."
Gabe made a rude noise and rolled his eyes. "He could if he tried to."
Chloe laughed at this and turned at the sound of a clearing of a throat behind her. She smiled at Lex and affected her own horrible british accent. "Are you spying on us, sir?"
Lex shook his head, rustled the newspaper he had been reading and resumed his task with a smile, aware of Chloe turning back around and her attention going back to her and her father. There was a time when he would have been suspicious of any attention she gave him. Now he knew it was because she truly considered him a friend. They weren't as close as they had once been nearly a year ago when he was her only tether to the world outside her safe house. But they were still friendly, still occasionally spoke on the phone about their days, and he still felt responsible for her safety.
They weren't best friends and they didn't get together on friendly outtings, but he still considered her a person he could talk to. Sometimes he called her late at night after a bad day, just to hear whether hers was any better, to hear her voice when she got excited about something, or the way the pitch dropped when it became laced with concern. Sometimes he wondered what could have been between them had the timing and circumstances by which they'd been thrown together been different. But as it was, Lex turned the page of the article he'd long ago given up on reading, he was content to keep her at arm's length. Just to have her in his life, made it all that much better.
They'd been there nearly an hour when the peel of Chloe's cell phone ringing made them both jump and stare at eachother wide eyed, followed by another round of laughter. The easy way her and her father had been communicating as of late still brought the stupidest of smiles to her face.
For a while there had been nothing between them except deception. Lies and deciet had followed her around every corner. Since she'd told him the truth before Lionel's preliminary hearing last year, they'd held nothing back. There was only one topic that was off limits between them, and not because neither wanted to talk about it. Chloe had once asked about her mother, and Gabe had stone walled her. It had taken a few days for them to get back to the easy comraderie they'd developed over those first months prior to Lionel getting out of prison.
When he'd stopped the conversation simply by holding up his hand, shaking his head, and allowing the tears to well up in his eyes, Chloe had backed down. The last person she wanted to hurt more than she already had was her father. After nearly a week of arguing with herself she had set the ball in motion, making contact with a few investigators she knew who owed her little favors here and there. When she'd ultimately found her mother and the information of her being locked away in a pyschiatric institute it had broken her heart. No wonder her father hadn't wanted to talk about it. Then to find out that the disease that accompanied the slow rotting away of her mother's brain was hereditary, she had completely freaked out. She'd gone investigating. She'd made it right by telling herself that it was for her own sanity, no pun intended.
She'd gone through multiple contacts that had ended with a visit to her mother in the asylum she had been locked away in. She'd stood there, staring at the person who someone wanted her to believe was her mother. And on her way home, she'd cried tears of relief.
Her mother had left them when she was young, there was no arguing about that fact. The fact that she could still see her mother when she closed her eyes. Could still hear her mother's musical laughter. Could still smell her. It all added up only to confirm her belief that the person locked away under her mother's identity was indeed not the woman who had been there for the first 6 years of her life.
So if her mother wasn't the woman who had blankly stared back at her from the padded cell in that sanitized hell, who was it. And where was her mother?
The second ring of her phone had her excusing herself and moving toward an empty corner of the Talon, away from the crowd that had just come in after religious services. She flipped her phone open and nearly burried her head against the wall. "Hello?" Her voice raised over the din of people milling about.
"Miss Sullivan?"
Chloe's mouth turned down at the corners as she tried to place the voice. But the voice didn't sound like anyone she knew. "This is she, I'm sorry, can you speak up?"
The minute the voice came through the phone she knew why she couldn't place it. It was obviously being disguised if the mechanical tone had anything to do with it. "Miss Sullivan, I have information about your mother."
Chloe turned, staring out into the Talon, eyes darted from one person to the next. Did she really think it was safe to talk to a disguised voice? No. She wasn't completely stupid and she had learned from her inquisitive mistakes. "I'm sorry, uhm, whoever you are, but I found my mother as far as I'm concerned."
"That was not your mother. That was the real Anne Sullivan. Your mother's name was never Anne, she stole that woman's identity."
Chloe huffed out a rude noise and rolled her eyes. "Are you trying to tell me my mom put someone in an insane asylum and stole their identity?" Chloe smiled confidently and rolled her eyes again as Lex looked up at her from across the room. "Sorry, but I remember my mother, and the woman in that asylum, that was her. Now, sorry your little conspiracy theory didn't pan out, but I've gotta go..."
Chloe was cut off by the impatient voice on the other end of the line. "If you're interested in the truth you'll meet me tonight at midnight in an alley behind a nightclub called Misfit."
Chloe turned back around to face the wall. "But that's in Metropolis. I'm not in Metropolis." A small smiled tilted her lips up. "You don't even know where I am. You're not a very convincing source."
"I know exactly where you are, Miss Sullivan. And if you want the truth, we both know where you'll be."
Chloe opened her mouth to tell off the mouthy little shit on the other end when the line died and she got a dial tone. She immediately pressed the star button and then the six and nine only to be met with the recording that the last number to call her had been Clark's the previous evening. Chloe went through her incoming call records on the menu of her cell phone until she came to the most recent. It too showed Clark's number the day before.
Chloe inhaled slowly and turned around fixing her face with a smile. She headed back towards the table where her father sat, where Lex was staring at her with interest at the table beside theirs. Where she was about to face the firing squad, because she was about to initiate the first lie she'd told her father in nearly a year.
TBC...
Author: Blaire
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Chloe/Sark
Summary: Alias/SV Xover. Chloe finds her mom, and a family she never had, and isn't sure she wants.
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated.
Author's Note: As a Smallville fan I, like many others, would prefer to think of Season 4 as a complete waste of a year of my life. So in this fic the events that took place in S4 didn't happen. It has been a year since Chloe has put Lionel in prison. He never got out. The Alias portion of this fic takes place in season 2. Also, if you find the Chloe/Sark pairing interesting to you, I've only found one other fic with those two and that was Prophecy by Kris (Scifichick) it can be found on her ezboard. With all of that said, I hope you enjoy this. I am.
A/N 2: I made a vid to this fic, it's in the vids section for 'other' go check it out so you can have a preview of what this fics going to offer.
1.
{Metropolis, 1986}
Gabe slung his arm around his wife's shoulder and stared at the house in front of them with a wide smile. A house. A home. His wife smiled up at him, one hand resting over her burgeoning belly, the other placed against her husband's face, cupping his cheek, staring into his eyes, and secretly burning, secrectly wishing that he were dead.
{Smallville, Present Day}
Chloe smiled as her father launched into yet another one of their famous Sullivan arguments.
"It's foreshadowing, Chloe. Sorry to tell you, but while teenage girls all over the world fawn over guys with English accents, they're setting themselves up for a downfall."
Chloe rolled her eyes and stifled the laughter clouding in her throat. "Dad, evil is not personified by a hot british accent."
Gabe looked over at her, eyebrows raised. "Wanna bet?"
Chloe smiled and resumed drinking her coffee. They were currently sitting in the Talon, having brunch on a relatively late Sunday morning. A normal occurence with them as they tried to settle into a normal familial routine after the disturbance of their lives in the past year. Chloe thought of his words and turned her mug around and around between her palms. "All right, Lionel Luthor doesn't have an english accent."
Gabe made a rude noise and rolled his eyes. "He could if he tried to."
Chloe laughed at this and turned at the sound of a clearing of a throat behind her. She smiled at Lex and affected her own horrible british accent. "Are you spying on us, sir?"
Lex shook his head, rustled the newspaper he had been reading and resumed his task with a smile, aware of Chloe turning back around and her attention going back to her and her father. There was a time when he would have been suspicious of any attention she gave him. Now he knew it was because she truly considered him a friend. They weren't as close as they had once been nearly a year ago when he was her only tether to the world outside her safe house. But they were still friendly, still occasionally spoke on the phone about their days, and he still felt responsible for her safety.
They weren't best friends and they didn't get together on friendly outtings, but he still considered her a person he could talk to. Sometimes he called her late at night after a bad day, just to hear whether hers was any better, to hear her voice when she got excited about something, or the way the pitch dropped when it became laced with concern. Sometimes he wondered what could have been between them had the timing and circumstances by which they'd been thrown together been different. But as it was, Lex turned the page of the article he'd long ago given up on reading, he was content to keep her at arm's length. Just to have her in his life, made it all that much better.
They'd been there nearly an hour when the peel of Chloe's cell phone ringing made them both jump and stare at eachother wide eyed, followed by another round of laughter. The easy way her and her father had been communicating as of late still brought the stupidest of smiles to her face.
For a while there had been nothing between them except deception. Lies and deciet had followed her around every corner. Since she'd told him the truth before Lionel's preliminary hearing last year, they'd held nothing back. There was only one topic that was off limits between them, and not because neither wanted to talk about it. Chloe had once asked about her mother, and Gabe had stone walled her. It had taken a few days for them to get back to the easy comraderie they'd developed over those first months prior to Lionel getting out of prison.
When he'd stopped the conversation simply by holding up his hand, shaking his head, and allowing the tears to well up in his eyes, Chloe had backed down. The last person she wanted to hurt more than she already had was her father. After nearly a week of arguing with herself she had set the ball in motion, making contact with a few investigators she knew who owed her little favors here and there. When she'd ultimately found her mother and the information of her being locked away in a pyschiatric institute it had broken her heart. No wonder her father hadn't wanted to talk about it. Then to find out that the disease that accompanied the slow rotting away of her mother's brain was hereditary, she had completely freaked out. She'd gone investigating. She'd made it right by telling herself that it was for her own sanity, no pun intended.
She'd gone through multiple contacts that had ended with a visit to her mother in the asylum she had been locked away in. She'd stood there, staring at the person who someone wanted her to believe was her mother. And on her way home, she'd cried tears of relief.
Her mother had left them when she was young, there was no arguing about that fact. The fact that she could still see her mother when she closed her eyes. Could still hear her mother's musical laughter. Could still smell her. It all added up only to confirm her belief that the person locked away under her mother's identity was indeed not the woman who had been there for the first 6 years of her life.
So if her mother wasn't the woman who had blankly stared back at her from the padded cell in that sanitized hell, who was it. And where was her mother?
The second ring of her phone had her excusing herself and moving toward an empty corner of the Talon, away from the crowd that had just come in after religious services. She flipped her phone open and nearly burried her head against the wall. "Hello?" Her voice raised over the din of people milling about.
"Miss Sullivan?"
Chloe's mouth turned down at the corners as she tried to place the voice. But the voice didn't sound like anyone she knew. "This is she, I'm sorry, can you speak up?"
The minute the voice came through the phone she knew why she couldn't place it. It was obviously being disguised if the mechanical tone had anything to do with it. "Miss Sullivan, I have information about your mother."
Chloe turned, staring out into the Talon, eyes darted from one person to the next. Did she really think it was safe to talk to a disguised voice? No. She wasn't completely stupid and she had learned from her inquisitive mistakes. "I'm sorry, uhm, whoever you are, but I found my mother as far as I'm concerned."
"That was not your mother. That was the real Anne Sullivan. Your mother's name was never Anne, she stole that woman's identity."
Chloe huffed out a rude noise and rolled her eyes. "Are you trying to tell me my mom put someone in an insane asylum and stole their identity?" Chloe smiled confidently and rolled her eyes again as Lex looked up at her from across the room. "Sorry, but I remember my mother, and the woman in that asylum, that was her. Now, sorry your little conspiracy theory didn't pan out, but I've gotta go..."
Chloe was cut off by the impatient voice on the other end of the line. "If you're interested in the truth you'll meet me tonight at midnight in an alley behind a nightclub called Misfit."
Chloe turned back around to face the wall. "But that's in Metropolis. I'm not in Metropolis." A small smiled tilted her lips up. "You don't even know where I am. You're not a very convincing source."
"I know exactly where you are, Miss Sullivan. And if you want the truth, we both know where you'll be."
Chloe opened her mouth to tell off the mouthy little shit on the other end when the line died and she got a dial tone. She immediately pressed the star button and then the six and nine only to be met with the recording that the last number to call her had been Clark's the previous evening. Chloe went through her incoming call records on the menu of her cell phone until she came to the most recent. It too showed Clark's number the day before.
Chloe inhaled slowly and turned around fixing her face with a smile. She headed back towards the table where her father sat, where Lex was staring at her with interest at the table beside theirs. Where she was about to face the firing squad, because she was about to initiate the first lie she'd told her father in nearly a year.
TBC...
woa! such a great story so far! But where is the rest? I wanna read what happens next, especially the chloe/sark interaction! please more!