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A/N: Unlike previous chapters, this one will have some of Chloe's POV as well.

AU SMALLVLLE.

This is it peeps. The. Last. Chapter. Come on, let's do it together. One. Two. CRY!

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Rolling to the side, Chloe watched as the large creature collided with the wall, causing dust and pebbles to fall all around him. On her feet in seconds she sent the staircase a quick glance long enough to see that the strange dude the one he'd come to save called Sam, had hurried down to where Lucy was half unconscious on the steps. He must have been stronger than he seemed, because he'd grabbed her and was helping both her and the dude he'd called Dean up the stairs.

He disappeared from view above.

"Okay you ugly---whatever the hell you are." She announced, turning her full attention on the creature that looked like a human gone wrong. "No one touches someone in my family and gets away with it."

The creature tilted its head and looked at her, his bluish skin stretched so unnaturally over his bones.

Twirling the piece of wood in her hand, mindful of splinters, Chloe narrowed her eyes and beckoned towards it, shaking her head and easily dodging it when it attacked. She spun on her heel and brought the wood hard against the back of its head, reveling in its scream of pain and it held its head and turned towards her.

She'd never seen anything like this before, and she couldn't help but wonder if it'd once been human---if kryptonite had done this to the thing that was obviously male and fucked up. Had this once been a normal human, yet had become something ugly and deadly, something inhuman, something---something like her?

Pushing away that thought, Chloe tightened her hold on the piece of wood, remembering the creature drinking her cousin's blood from the tube connected to the IV bag. This thing was not human, even if it might have started out this way, and she was not going to let it stick around to abduct and slowly murder anyone else.

Even if she had to do that this fucker wasn't getting out of this place alive.

The thing charged at her again, grabbing the wood from her and throwing it away, sneering, thinking it'd won already.

Making sure never to let it close to her back, Chloe kept her eyes on the creature, pushing back the almost overwhelming scent of death and decay as they circled each other amongst the strung up, rotting bodies of his previous victims.

It had wanted to do that to her little cousin.

She let out a little growl.

She'd lost so many of her friends and loved ones already, she wasn't going to lose anymore. This last two years had been tough on the 21-year-old woman, had seen her lose so many of her friends and family to the 'good fight' or just to bastards. The League had been reduced to only two of its original team, with other non-powered humans joining to help the good fight in the only way they could.

People she'd never thought would be part of the League: Lois, Jimmy, Lucy---they were putting themselves at risk daily to try and help, and while situations like these were occupational hazards, Chloe wasn't ready to make any more sacrifices.

After Clark's self-sacrificing death to kill Doomsday she'd vowed never to let any of her loved ones die again, and she'd nearly broken that promise. She'd nearly lost a cousin, Lois a sister, and Bart---Bart had nearly lost his girlfriend.

The creature charged her and threw itself at her, its weight pushing her to the ground. It pinned her to the harsh earth, trying to reach for her head, trying to subdue her with that light as she'd watched it subdue a crying, struggling, Lucy.

Like hell I'll let you touch me.

Despite the fact that she didn't want to do this, didn't like doing this, Chloe freed her right hand and grabbed onto the creature's neck, squeezing. It wasn't strong enough to suffocate it, but as soon as she let her power untap itself, the creature above her froze, eyes going wide, before it began to tremble fiercely.

Closing her eyes tightly, Chloe tasted the power and life flowing deep within her, like a drug. She pushed away the self-disgust and the surprising taste of magic in her mouth that stemmed from this thing, and pulled in further, tightening her hold.

Her fingernails went from red to purple to black as they drew in more and more. It was so well fed, so healthy, that it was taking more force than she'd had to use before. She was pulling in more than she was used to, and Chloe felt somewhat dizzy, somewhat high.

She wondered what would happen if she overdosed on life-force.

And suddenly the thing above her screamed and then it died, slumping over her.

Deadweight.

It was then thrown off of her, and Chloe opened her eyes to see Sam standing above her, knife covered in blood in one hand, outstretching the other to her. "Are you okay?"

Great. He hadn't seen what she could do.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

It must have looked like she was being overwhelmed from his standpoint, and for that she was relieved.

"Yeah." Clasping her hand in his, Chloe let the tall, handsome stranger pull her to her feet, and she would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed her, pulling her to him.

She was that dizzy from the intake.

"Were you hurt?" Sam asked, voice concerned.

Chloe looked up at him and allowed herself a smile at the genuine worry in his voice. "I'm fine, I'm glad you got back the time you did though."

At the sound of something dripping, they turned and watched as the creature began to melt into nothing before their very eyes.

Chloe shook her head. "What the hell was that?"

Sam chuckled warily. "We should get out of here."

"Yeah." She made a face at the dead bodies. "I'll call the cops once we get away from here."

For some reason she felt that he wouldn't want to see the cops either.

Together they hurried out of the death room and out into the open, heading to where their cars were parked---where they'd met up when they'd both come to save their loved ones. She remember their distrust of each other when they'd arrived at the same time, but once they'd realized that they were looking for lost family members and they knew something unusual was going on here, they'd teamed up together.

Sam had placed Lucy and Dean in the back and front seat of an Impala that'd been here from before Sam had appeared in another car. Chloe rushed to Lucy's side and pulled open the door, pressing her hand to Lucy's lips. Her thumb brushed against the cracked skin, and she pushed out at much of the life-force she'd sucked in from the creature, forcing it into her cousin.

Those lips began to heal themselves and Lucy's skin seemed less pale as she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Chloe, weak as can be but smiling. "Chloe."

"Hey you. Bart's been worried sick. Not to mention Lois." Chloe smiled, pressing a kiss to her cousin's forehead before looking up at Sam. "Can you take her to my car, please?"

He nodded, coming towards her and picking Lucy up into his arms.

With Sam distracted, Chloe went to the other side and opened the door, looking in at the one he'd called Dean. He looked bad, very bad, pale as death.

Cupping Dean's face in her hands, Chloe's fingernails went from black to purple, to red, to white as she injected the rest of the life force into him, sensing him healing within, his blood rejuvenating and increasing. He was a lot worse than Lucy had been, so it took more of Chloe's power than she'd used for her cousin.

But by the time Sam returned she'd finished, and Dean was sleeping peacefully.

"He's okay, breathing well, pulse strong." Chloe looked up at Sam and smiled. "He'll be okay."

Sam was worried. "I should take him to the doctor---he needs blood---."

"He'll be okay, trust me on that." Chloe chuckled softly to herself as she shook her head. "But take him to the doctor's just in case." With that she turned and started heading towards her car.

Now that she'd pushed out the extra accumulated life-force she felt level-headed once more.

"What's your name?" Sam called behind her.

She stopped, hesitating.

It wasn't safe to give out her real identity, even if it was to tall, dark, handsome strangers who'd helped her save her cousin. "Ann." She replied. "Ann Gabriel."

She didn't ask for his name. It wasn't as if they were going to see each other again. It wasn't as if she was really interested in seeing him again anyway.

She had her own life to get back to---and a couple of worried people to call and let them know she'd found their missing member.

Getting in her car, Chloe turned on the ignition and waved bye to Sam before speeding away.

For a split second she wondered if maybe she should have stayed to make sure the other one, Dean, was truly okay, but then she frowned. She'd never distrusted her powers before, why start now? Dean was going to be fine.

He was.

Shaking that off, Chloe looked down at her now pink fingernails and sighed.

When she'd found out that she was a meteor freak she'd been relieved to know that it was only a passive, healing power. She'd been so naïve. She should have remembered how Clark hadn't gotten all of his powers at once. Should have at least suspected that her power might have been more complicated than it'd seemed.

She'd only healed before because she needed to give life---she'd never needed to take life. But then it'd happened, and she could still remember the look in the eyes of the man who would have been her rapist as his life was sucked out of him by the touch of her hand.

Didn't mean to kill him---didn't meant to---didn't know I COULD kill him.

She shook away that thought and reached for her phone, pressing the number one and 'call'. A pre-dialed number rang, and then a masculine voice, the only other original member of the Justice League left, answered.

"Watchtower, where have you been? You've been offline for hours."

"I'm fine Arrow," Chloe responded, sending a look at Lucy on the rearview mirror. "The package has been located, picked up, and is being delivered as we speak to the designated drop off site."

There was a moment's silence.

"How was the package's condition upon acquisition?"

"Fragile, yet the packaging wasn't damaged beyond repair, and I managed to duct tape any tares. Everything is fine. Let Army Girl, Impulse and Flash-Boy know so as to not worry anymore."

There was another moment's silence. "And how are you, Sidekick?"

She smiled at the worry in his voice. "I'm fine. I---I have a lot to tell you when I get back."

"Your location is finally showing up on the grid. I'm nearby. We'll rendezvous at the designated meet-spot in twenty."

"Copy that." Cutting off the call, Chloe fixed all her attention on getting Lucy and her safely to their destination.

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When Dean Winchester awoke, the world was white and smelt of hospital. The image of Chloe being thrown into the wall by the Djinn surfaced in his hazy mind, making him alert immediately, and he shot up in bed, looking around.

He couldn't see his wife anywhere.

Where was she?

Was she hurt?

Was she in another room?

He jerked out the needle imbedded into him feeding him something clear, and threw his legs over the side of the bed, ready to storm out to the receptionist area and demand to know in which room his wife was being kept.

Desperation clawed at his throat.

What if she'd been seriously hurt?

What if she'd been killed?

I couldn't protect her. He berated himself furiously. I couldn't take care of her! Dean closed his eyes tightly, fighting the desperation and fury. It was punishing her for trying to help me escape it's little dream-world. It---I'm going to kill it!

The door opened.

Dean looked up, hopeful that it was Chloe, that she was safe and sound, but instead it was only Sam.

"How's Chloe?" He asked, not even bothering with a hello or a thank you.

Sam frowned, the smile he'd had one his face when he'd first seen Dean completely gone. "Who?"

Dean growled, he wasn't up for whatever little game this clone was playing. "My wife, Sam! Who else? What happened to her? Last think I know that bastard Djinn was throwing her up against the wall! Is she okay? Was she hurt? Why isn't she here?"

"Wife?" Sam seemed so confused it was almost believable. "Dean, you're not married. You've never been married."

"Cut the crap look-alike!" Dean was feeling fierce, ferocious. He wanted to see his wife---he wanted to hold her and know everything was alright. "Is she with the kids? Is she hurt? Answer me goddamit!"

"Kids? Dean? What the hell?" Sam entered the room and closed the door behind him. "What did the Djinn do when he left you unconscious? It took me so long to figure out where exactly you were and track it down and----."

And suddenly Dean's body went cold as a thought raced through his mind. "What's mom doing tomorrow, Sam?"

"Mom?" Sam whispered softly. "Dean, mom's dead. She's been dead since I was a baby---you know that."

Dean collapsed back on the bed. "It worked." He ran his hand over his short hair. "She sent me back. I woke up."

"Why---why don't you sound happy about that?" Sam asked as he went to sit on the chair opposite the bed. "What happened when you were unconscious?"

And so Dean told him.

He was brutally honest with his brother, even at the last part, where he admitted that the only reason he'd woken up was because Chloe had plunged that knife into his heart.

Sam was silent for a moment. "You a married man, with children."

"I know, right? At first it sounds so insane—but I really loved it." Dean responded, gaze on his bare feet. "And the thing is that I was holding onto it so hard that even after Chloe plunged that knife in and I woke up I was sure I was seeing her, that she was there and helping you rescue me. I hallucinated that she jumped the Djinn when---."

"Wait." Sam's voice caused him to look up. "Short, blonde, spunky?"

Dean went still. "Yes."

"Dean, someone was there with me when I was saving you." Sam responded. "We'd met up above and at first we thought the other might have been working with the 'perpetrator' as she called it until we realized that we were looking for family members who'd disappeared here."

"Wait. Someone in her family was down there with me?" Dean asked, worried. "It wasn't Lois was it? Or Gabe or Clark or Martha?"

"No, she called her Lucy." Sam responded. "She was really young, probably around 18, wearing a white dress. You two were the only ones still alive."

He couldn't believe it. "Dark, reddish hair, colored eyes?"

"You remember her?"

"Dude, that was the woman who kept appearing to me!" Dean announced, standing up. "Her cousin was the one who kept appearing to me and warning me that it was all a dream!"

Sam scratched his head. "Yeah, well, this girl's name wasn't Chloe though. It's Ann."

"Ann." Dean frowned, wondering why the name sounded familiar. "Why does my wife have a different name in this world when everyone else had their own names?"

"Dude. She's not your wife." Sam announced a little uneasily. "You were just made to think that while you were in a magic-induced coma and having your blood drunk by a Djinn."

"Technicalities." Dean replied, not really listening to Sam, more interested in finding out why Chloe's name was different in the real world. He thought back to the woman with the tight pants, high heels, and shorter, shoulder-length hair cut. "She looked great."

"Did she ever." Sam grinned.

Dean sent his brother a glare. "Hey, that's my wife you're thinking those thoughts about, Geek Boy."

"Not your wife." Sam pointed out again, looking amused by Dean's glare and obvious irritation.

Ignoring Sam, Dean looked at the IV bag and frowned. "So, what did the doc say? How long do I have to stay here?"

"We can leave now." Sam announced, smile disappearing from his face. "Dean, I don't get it. You should be fighting for your life now. I saw the bags filled with your bag, I saw you. You were almost dead when we got you out, and then I find Ann by your side and you got your color back and she's telling me you'll be alright."

Dean frowned at that. "Really?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "And I brought you to the hospital and all the doctors could find wrong with you was a slight case of dehydration."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. A only a slight case." Sam frowned, running his fingers through his hair. "I think---I know this might sound crazy, but I think Ann healed you."

There was a moment's silence, and then Dean grinned. "Just another reason to find her."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You're going to search for her?"

Dean looked at Sam as if he were stupid for not having figured that out by now.

The younger brother shook his head, shocked. "Wow. She was that good?"

Dean threw his pillow at his brother. "She was big and pregnant throughout most of my stay in the dream world and after that she hadn't healed from labor yet."

Sam's eyes widened. "Are you telling me you two did nothing? Ever? Not even once?"

Dean frowned. "So what if we didn't?"

"And you're going to go searching for her?" Sam was in a state of shock. "Are you sure you aren't some alternate universe's Dean Winchester?"

"Funny, Geek Boy." The elder Winchester blushed slightly, scowling at him. "Where are my clothes? I'm changing out of these stupid hospital robes."

Pointing to where Dean's clothes had been folded, Sam just shook his head at his brother, still in shock.

Grabbing his clothes, Dean headed towards the bathroom, letting a smile light up his face.

You can run, Mrs. Winchester. He thought as he closed the bathroom door behind him. But I'm going to find you wherever you are, and when I do, I don't plan on ever letting go.

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In an underground parking lot, six figures met under a flickering light. Chloe stood next to Oliver as she finished telling everyone about what'd happened. Lois stood close to Jimmy for comfort and Bart hadn't let go of a now healed Lucy since he'd rushed towards her when he'd first arrived.

"So two civilians were there as well." Ollie announced.

"Yes, but they didn't know who I was, don't worry. I gave them a false name, and they did help me." Chloe announced, turning to him.

"Still, it's a little risky, don't you think, Baby Cuz?" Lois asked. "Maybe you should have just given them your first real name. You're getting really popular, on the cover of so many celebrity magazines. What if they pick up one and see you and realize you were lying about your identity?"

"They didn't look the type to read OK! and Vogue and Cosmopolitan." Chloe rolled her eyes at just the thought of those men going anywhere near those kinds of magazines.

"What if they go to get their hair cut at a barber shop and see you on Entertainment Tonight?" Bart asked, worried. "Chloelicious, Lucylucious and I don't want you to be in danger because of some---."

"They are not dangerous to me." Chloe frowned at them all.

"Come on, we should trust Chloe's instincts on this." Jimmy announced, always the peace-keeper. "If she says they won't be a problem, they won't. End of story." He smiled when Lois looped her arms around his hugged it to her chest. "Let's just all be glad that Lucy is back safe and sound."

Oliver looked like he wanted to say more, but then he just sighed and nodded. "Okay, we should be getting back. Chloe and I have a banquet tonight to attend."

"The Children's HIV charity banquet, right?" Jimmy asked. "I'm attending it with Lois, we're covering it for the DP."

Bart turned to Lucy and hugged her closer. "Seems like its just going to be you and me tonight chiquitita."

She grinned at him. "Nothing like a brush with death to stroke a girl's libido."

The grownups ignored the younger pair's conversation.

"Chloe's been asked to do the presentation, and we've also promised to make a generous donation." Oliver told Jimmy.

"Well, you'll have to give the Daily Planet special interviewing privileges." Lois ordered. "Mr. and Mrs. Queen have sparked so much interest in the public, I have to ask questions about the various rumors going on about you two."

"Like the one where the reason Chloe was absent for three weeks was because she's pregnant with triplets and you two plan on competing with Brangelina in the children department." Jimmy grinned.

"I liked that one, I laughed so hard when I saw it as the Headline on Star magazine!" Lucy laughed, joining in with the conversation as Bart whispered things in her ear that everyone else were only too happy not to be able to hear.

Oliver and Chloe shared a laugh at that.

Yeah.

Triplets.

So not going to happen.

"Well, Mrs. Queen, we should be going." He motioned to his motorcycle. "Why don't you come with me? Bart and Lucy can drive your car back."

Chloe smiled as she threw her keys to Lucy. "You drive, I don't want the roadrunner behind my wheel."

"You're so mean Chloelicious." Bart bemoaned while his girlfriend laughed. "It breaks my fragile heart of gold."

"At least you have Lucylucious to kiss away the pain." Chloe mocked playfully before going to straddle the Ducati behind Oliver. "See you guys later!"

And with that, Oliver sped out of the rendezvous point, Chloe holding on tighter as he did so.

No one in what was left of the Justice League realized how much what had happened tonight was going to change their lives.

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There, finished, and with a surprise! (Hides at everyone).

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