Please note that this story takes place in an AU form from both Smallville and the WildStorm universes. In ways it will seem similar to both, but I am going my own direction with it.
Spoilers for season 4 of Smallville
Part 1: Purgatory
Chloe could feel the wins blowing right through her as she made her way down the street from her house to the Talon. Try as she might, she just couldn't find a way for her costume to cover enough of her to keep warm.
"Will you stop fidgeting?" Lois hissed, "Clark's probably going to have a hart attack when he sees you in that."
"I don't know: he's a pretty tough guy." Chloe smiled, "Quarterback and all…"
"My little cousin, dating the star of the High School football team. Who'd have thunk it?"
"Of you and Smallville? No way!" Lois shook her head, "Clark Kent way too clean cut for me: I like my men with a little mystery about them, a little danger."
"Oh, I think he'd surprise you."
"Like you did? Pretending to die, only to resurface, in London of all places? I know your mom was English and all, but Aunt Jenny wasn't the best roll model…"
"Hey! There's more to my mom's life story than you know!"
"Sorry!" Lois went all defensive, "Guess I just remember you being sent to stay with us for a month after she left, that's all."
"There's more to it than that." Chloe shook her head, "It's very complicated."
"So complicated your dad couldn't tell my mom?"
"Chloe, you know I can't stand a good secret."
"It's personal. One day, maybe, I'll be able to tell you."
"Does it have to do with your sudden windfall?"
"In part: the money dad got was inherited from my mom."
"I'm sorry I upset you." Lois put an arm round her cousin, "Look, forget about it, just for tonight. You've got that big, strapping farm-boy to think about."
"Oh, you are SO jealous of me and Clark!"
"I am not!"
Across town, not far from the Kent Farm, a light started to emanate from inside the caves that contained the mind of Jor-El. The light grew, flashing through colours unknown and unnamed by man. Strange sounds started to echo off the stonewalls, growing louder and louder.
The earth shook, causing the birds roosting in the nearby trees to take flight.
Inside his prison of rock and stone, Jor-El started to summon his strength for what was to come.
Clark stood somewhat uneasily at the Talon's bar, waiting for Chloe and Lois. The Roman Centurions uniform his girlfriend had talked him into wearing was very revealing, and he'd already had to remind more than one girl that he was spoken for: the last thing he wanted was for Chloe to get jealous and electrocute someone by mistake.
Sipping his coffee, he scanned the room, hoping that Chloe had arrived without him noticing. He could see Lana and Jason sitting on a couch, apparently deep in conversation. He reframed from listening in out of respect for their privacy.
"Hell of a party, huh?" Lex Luther appeared behind Clark, dressed, rather surprisingly, as Abraham Lincoln, "But then again, it is Devils Night."
"Huh?" Clark blinked, "What do you mean?"
"Legend tells us that Halloween is the one night of the year that a soul trapped in purgatory may enter heaven. That's why it's called Hallows Eve."
"Are you sure you got kicked out of Collage?"
"Never said I didn't study while I was there…"
"Clark!" Chloe called out as she rushed across the room, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend and kissing him deeply on the lips.
"Get a room." Lois rolled her eyes, than saw the look Martha Kent gave her and blushed, "Not literally, I mean…"
"Ah, young love." Lex smiled, "I remember it well."
"I'm just glad you're here." Chloe smiled as she finally broke away, "You wouldn't believe how cold it is outside when you're dressed as Cleopatra."
"And suddenly everything makes sense." Lex grinned, "Mark Antony and Cleopatra."
"So sweet I feel like I'm about to go into a diabetic coma." Lois signed, but Lex noticed the slight hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Well, I sagest we leave these two alone, as they seem to be completely oblivious to our very existence." Lex looked at the young collage student outfit, "Queen Elizabeth, I presume? May I have this dance?"
"You may." Lois curtsy slightly, before allowing herself to be led off to the dance floor.
"I think we scared them off." Chloe smiled as she rested her head against her boyfriend's chest, "Not that I mind having you to myself…"
"Down: my dad is still a little upset about the other night, remember?" Clark ran his fingers through Chloe's hair, "I'm this close to getting grounded."
"He needs to know that I'm going to be around to help out: he can't run the farm on his own."
"Take the job Elijah offered you, and you'll never have to worry about money again…"
"I'm willing to help Elijah when it involves a meteor mutant, but you know that I don't trust him enough to go work for Planetary. We don't know what his true agenda is."
"I work for Elijah. Does that mean you don't trust me?"
"You are one of the few people I trust without question. You only work for him because he's a link to your mother."
"Yeah, well, I had another dream last night." Chloe looked serous, "I think my mother knew something about the Stones of Power."
"What?" Clark blinked, "Did she know where the third one is?"
"I can't tell: the dream wasn't as lucid as the others. It was almost like she was trying to warn me about something…" Chloe was interrupted by her phone going off. She pulled it from her pocket and looked at the screen, "Talk of the devil: it's Elijah. I'd better take it somewhere private."
"I'll get us some drinks." Clark smiled wirily, "And next time we have a date, either turn it off or leave it at home."
"Thanks." Chloe squeezed his hand before finding herself a quit corner to take her call, "This had better be important."
"Chloe, I need you to listen to me very carefully." Elijah Snow sounded edger than normal, "Is Clark with you?"
"Well, yeah: we're on a date if you must know."
"Are you in a public place?"
"Yeah: the Talon."
"I'd feared as much."
"Ok, spill: what's going on?"
Clark stood at the bar; waiting for his mom to finish serving someone else when he felt his head start to spin like it did when he was near one of the Stones of Power. He gripped the bar as tightly as he could, leaving deep grooves in the wood.
"You ok?" Lex walked over, "You got a headache or something?"
"Yeah…" Clark nodded, "I think I just need some air. If you see Chloe, tell her I'll be back in a moment."
"No problem…" Lex looked round, but Clark was already gone.
Jor-El felt the energy from the Stone of Power invigorate him, allowing him to escape from the cave. Gathering all his strength, he flew out into the night.
Clark sank to his knees in the alleyway outside the Talon has the feeling in his head started to get worse: it felt like his skull was going to split open.
"KAL-EL, SON OF JOR-EL, LAST SON OF KRYPTON!" He could hear a strange voice inside his head, "ARISE AND EXCEPT YOUR DESTINY!"
A ball of energy fell out of the sky and struck Clark, enveloping him utterly.
"Lex, have you seen Clark?" Chloe looked a little distracted as she tapped the young billionaire on the shoulder, "He was supposed to be getting us some drinks."
"Yeah, he had a headache." Lex nodded, pointing at the door, "He said he was going to get some air…"
Chloe took off across the room as fast as she could.
"My little cousin sure is acting strangely." Lois shook her head, "I sure hope that Smallville's worth it…"
"CLARK!" Chloe ran over to where her boyfriend was laying in the road, "What happened?"
Clark moved lightening fast, grabbing Chloe by the throat and lifting her up off the ground as he stood. His eyes were glowing red, almost as if he was under the influence of red kryptonite.
"The daughter of Jenny Sparks?" His voice was strange, deeper than normal, "You would do well to stay out of my way…" with that, he threw her across the alleyway, before running off so fast he wasn't even a blur.
Chloe landed in a heap on top of a pile of boxes. She groaned as she moved her head so she could scan the alleyway. Seeing no sign of Clark, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and hit the speed-dial.
"Elijah." She coughed when it was picked up at the other end, "Your warning came a little late. You'd better get the gang together; we're going to need all the help we can get…"
The Be Continued…