Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Smallville, or Supernatural.

I've wanted to do a Slayer/Smallville crossover but have hesitated due to the fact that I wasn't sure whether to make Chloe the slayer or not, and that would change up the storyline completely depending on which story line I went with. In this I decided that Chloe will not be the Slayer and Buffy will continue being it. Other than that the characters will be different, and I hope you like my version of season 1 of Buffy!

A/N: Don't worry: The Metahuman, The Ranger, and The One Ring is being worked on. But I'm going a little slow on it since I'm working out some details and I didn't want to leave you all without a Chloe crossover so, enjoy!

Warning: Spoilers for the WHOLE of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Season 1, starting with the first episode: "WELCOME TO THE HELLMOUTH".

This is a Chloe/Buffy friendship, not femmslash

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In every generation there is a Chosen One.

She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness.

She is the Slayer.

Chloe gasped as she shot up in bed.

She'd been having that nightmare again.

The sixteen year old wiped at the sweat covering her brow as she turned to look out of the window, realizing that it was almost time for her to get up anyway. Today she'd be starting her first day at Sunnydale High, and she was dreading it immensely.

It'd taken her a while and a close friendship with Clark and Pete to be able to get used to Smallville, and then her father had been transferred to the Head of the Sunnydale Luthorcorp facility and she'd been uprooted once more.

At least they were in California this time.

But still, Sunnydale promised to be 'a peaceful and idyllic place to live and raise your family', or so the brochure had claimed. Her father had jumped at the idea, all too happy to get Chloe away from the problems she was getting into at Smallville due to her many reports and investigations of the meteor freaks. Gabe had told her he wanted her to live in a nice, peaceful, safe community where she didn't have to worry about anything but homework.

Chloe was sure she was going to die of boredom in this apparent utopia.

Oddly enough though, the few nights she'd spent here in Sunnydale she'd been extremely uneasy, her 'weird-dar' working overtime, and she'd been having the oddest nightmares of girls getting killed and eaten and killing and, gross.

And she was always hearing those lines about a Slayer.

It was frustrating.

But she'd also been dreaming about a blonde girl her age when those words were being said, and she was the only consistent person in Chloe's nightmares. The girl was her height with green eyes and blonde hair.

In summary, her description was almost identical to Chloe's.

How frustrating.

Getting out of bed, Chloe gazed at the picture of her and Clark and Pete, all hugging and laughing and smiling at the camera.

She missed Clark so much.

That wasn't to say she didn't miss Pete, she did, but she missed Clark so much more. She was in love with her oblivious yet kindhearted lug of a best friend, and it killed her to have had to move away and leave him to perfect little Lana Lang.

All dad's fault. I hate him.

Bathing, Chloe decided for shredded jeans, a funky retro looking shirt, and grabbed her bag, making sure she had all of her books for the day's classes.

Her phone rang and she smiled as she read the text.

Missing you already. ---Clark

Smiling dreamily at the screen, Chloe texted him back that she missed him too, and hurried downstairs to have some breakfast, finishing when her father came down, rushing, because he'd somehow overslept.

Thanks to that she got dropped off to school without the 'try live a normal teenaged life' speech she knew her father had been practicing for the occasion, and took in a deep breath as she surveyed Sunnydale High and the students buzzing all around it.

She looked around, trying to get her bearings, when suddenly she dropped her books in shock.

There, standing not a foot away from her, was the blonde.

The blonde from her nightmares.

The sound attracted the preppy looking girl and she turned to Chloe, giving her a small smile as she came and bent down to help her retrieve her books. "You okay?"

"Uhm, yeah." Weirder things have happened to you, Sullivan, suck it up. Chloe smiled, taking the books from the girl gratefully. "I'm kinda new here, first day and all, so I'm a little disoriented and dizzy with the crowds. This is way bigger than my last high school."

The girl's eyes widened, and Chloe realized they were more hazel than green. "It's your first day here? No way! It's my first day too! I just transferred from Hemery High in Los Angeles." She struck out her hand. "My name's Buffy Summers."

Chloe smiled and shook the hand, frowning for a split second as an image of an ugly humanoid creature flashed before her eyes but then it was gone and she was smiling again. "Uh, I'm Chloe Sullivan, I transferred from Smallville High, Kansas. Are you heading towards the principle's office?"

"Yeah, you?" Buffy asked, still grinning.

"I'm a bit lost, but that was the plan." Chloe admitted.

Buffy giggled. "This is great, we can find it together or get even more lost together."

"Great idea." Chloe nodded and they began to walk through the crowds of people, feeling even more comfortable now that they'd met each other. The young reporter-to-be felt that weird-dar working overtime, like it used to around Clark, and yet she just smiled.

It wasn't like she wasn't used to weird things.

Hell, she welcomed the weird.

She was the girl with the fricken wall of weird.

And she must have dreamt of this Buffy, met this Buffy, for a reason. Maybe she was meant to come here and meet Buffy and maybe it had to do with the nightmares that'd been plaguing Chloe since she'd gotten here.

The two blondes were giggling and laughing like old friends once they finally found Principle Bob Flutie's office, each talking outside while they waited their turn to enter. Chloe went first, and she'd smiled forcedly as the principle gave her the whole 'the past is past' speech and 'we welcome you to our humble school' one as well.

All in all it went well and Chloe decided to wait outside for Buffy to get hers over and done with. The other girl left Principle Flutie's office wincing, which was odd since the guy was overly nice.

"You okay?" Chloe asked, a little concerned. "He wasn't fresh with you or anything, was he?"

Buffy snorted, looking both amused and horrified, making up her nose. "NO! Gross." She turned to Chloe. "Why? Was he fresh with you?"

"I don't really ever have that problem, not even perverted old guys ever get fresh with me." And damn if Chloe didn't sound resentful.

Buffy must have caught up on it because she sent her a sideways glance as they began to walk towards their first class. "Really?"

"Yeah." Chloe sighed, looking away, thinking of Clark Kent, who she knew loved her, but didn't really realize that she was a woman with womanly bits and needs.

"Well, then you never met anyone who deserved you." Buffy declared.

Chloe turned to her and grinned. "I think you're going to become my best friend."

Buffy grinned. "Yay."

Both giggled.

"Hey! New girls!"

Sharing looks, Chloe and Buffy turned to see two handsome boys coming towards them, and in the hand of the taller one was a stake.

Chloe took a cautious step back.

The brunette seemed to notice this and lowered the stake, smiling sheepishly in embarrassment before turning to Buffy. "This fell from your bag."

Buffy looked panicked for a second before she smiled forcefully at him and took the sharpened stake back. "Uhm, thanks."

The stake only added another layer to the mystery that was Buffy Summers in Chloe's mind. Visions, dreams, monsters, stakes.

In every generation there is a chosen one…

Alone…Alone…ALONE!

That voice returned to Chloe's head so loud she whimpered and her hand shot to her head. She hadn't realized that she'd blacked out until she opened her eyes and found herself lying down on a cot, with Buffy standing over her.

"Wow, you were out for the first couple of classes." Buffy announced, sitting down next to her. "I came by, it being lunch and all, to see if you'd woken up by now. Are you okay? The nurse said she couldn't see anything wrong with you to make you faint but guessed it might be stress and fatigue."

Chloe smiled weakly as she sat up, eyeing Buffy, realizing that this all had something to do with her. "Thanks for checking up on me."

"No need, plus, I come bearing gossip." Buffy grinned, leaning forwards. "So, I already have two people we will have to avoid at all costs."

Chloe blinked, amused. "We have arch nemeses already? How did I miss this?"

Buffy grinned. "Well, one is a girl in our class, Cordelia Chase. She started off nice but then I realized she was Bitchzilla to everyone around her, so, let's not get involved too much in that."

"No problem." Chloe nodded, getting off of the bed and putting back on her shoes. "Who's the other one on the list?"

Buffy made a face and looked away. "The librarian."

"The librarian?" Chloe made a face. "What did the librarian do to you?"

Buffy wouldn't meet her gaze. "Let's just leave it as it is and---."

Suddenly screaming could be heard.

Chloe and Buffy's gazes went up and like one they were out of the infirmary and they followed the crowd.

"What happened?" Chloe turned to the person next to her when the way was blocked with too many students trying to get a look themselves. "Does anyone know what happened?"

"Some guy was stuffed in Aura's locker." The person to Chloe's right responded in an excited whisper.

"Dead?" Buffy asked, going tense all over.

"Way dead." The person announced.

"How did he die?" Chloe narrowed her eyes, feeling the weird-dar picking up furiously. "Any odd greenish discolorment of the skin? Where there any marks on his body?"

Buffy's gaze widened and swung on Chloe.

"Morbid much?" The person snorted. "Who cares? He's dead and gym's cancelled, what else matters?"

Buffy was silent, giving Chloe an odd, assessing look.

"Nothing to see here, people!" Principle Flutie announced. "Everyone go back to your classes immediately, lunch is over!"

Chloe obeyed for now as she and Buffy went to the infirmary to get her books, and then went to their next class. But Chloe was angsty, fidgety, she needed to get to that body before it was taken away by the police.

She raised her hand, asked to go to the bathroom, and when the teacher said she could she smiled as innocently as she could before racing towards where the map Principle Flutie had given her that morning stated that the P.E. changing rooms were.

Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, Chloe tried the lock, it was shut. Taking in a deep breath she pulled out a metal cord from her bag and went on her knees, working on the lock.

"What are you doing?"

Chloe jumped when she heard that voice and turned to see Buffy behind her. "What are you doing?"

"Following you." Buffy announced in that same whispered voice. "Why are you here?"

Chloe was silent as she worked the lock, hearing it click open and smiling as she stood and opened the door. "I need to get a look at that body."

Buffy was silent as she slipped into the room with Chloe, both heading towards where the body on the ground was covered in a blanket.

Chloe didn't hesitate. She went to her knees and pulled the cover off, wincing as she saw the body, white from drainage of blood, and she noticed the bite marks on the side of the victim's throats.

"Oh great." Buffy growled, sounding agitated.

"Do you know what did this?" Chloe turned to Buffy.

"Do you?" Buffy countered.

Chloe nodded. "Vampires, or well, judging from the amount of bites, one vampire."

Buffy blinked in surprise. "You---you know about vampires?"

Chloe sighed, covering the body once more and standing up. "Remember when I said I was transferred here? Well, where I live there are these meteor rocks that mutates people, and one of the many mutations I had to face to survive there was the vampiric kind. I've seen this before in my school. But this, I don't think this was caused by meteor vampires because those corpses turned green, I think this was caused by real vampires." She sighed, looking away. "This might sound insane to you, but ever since I came to Sunnydale I've been having these nightmares…"

Buffy looked up at that, eyes wide. "Nightmares? What kind of nightmares?"

Buffy's reaction surprised Chloe. "Uhm, cemeteries, monsters, vampires---."

"Coffins, undead walking around, a fugly Voldemort looking guy in candles?" Buffy whispered.

Chloe's eyes widened. "How---?"

"We've been having the same dreams." Buffy whispered to herself before shaking her head, a small smile on her face. "I'm not the only one whose been living such a screwed up existence, you've been having the nightmares too. I'm not alone in this."

Alone.

It was that word that kept ringing through Chloe's brain, and she looked up at Buffy. It was now or never. "Have you ever heard of a Slayer?"

Buffy looked surprised. "Yeah, I'm a Slayer."

Chloe leaned heavily against one of the lockers. "This is just too freaky, I---I've dreamt of you, you know? That's why I dropped my things when I saw you."

"Really?" Buffy blinked before running her hands through her hair. "This is all seeming very predestined to me. You and I, with our own supernatural/otherwordly experiences happen to transfer to the same school on the same day and meet and become friends the same day a vampire leaves its victim in a locker?"

Chloe looked up. "You think we were meant to work together?"

Buffy smiled sheepishly. "I'm kinda hoping it's what it means." She sighed, smile disappearing. "In Los Angeles a lot of horrible things happened, I even ended up burning down my school gym, and when I came here I promised myself that I wasn't going to be a Slayer, wasn't going to do this all alone. And I still don't want to, but, but maybe some greater power out there heard me and brought me someone to help me so I wouldn't do it alone."

Chloe was silent.

That was placing a lot of responsibilities on her shoulders.

"How would we know?"

"We won't." Buffy announced. "But the Librarian will."

"The librarian?" Chloe asked as Buffy grabbed her hand and began to drag her out of the changing room. "The same one we were going to stay away from?"

"That was when I was sure he was a Watcher and I was trying to pretend I wasn't a Slayer." Buffy mumbled as they strolled through the halls. "Now though, he's going to know what we need to know."

"So you're going to be a Slayer now?" Chloe asked as they neared the doors that had the words LIBRARY written over them.

"No, but I want to know what I'm facing." Buffy announced as she let go of Chloe to fling open the doors, storming inside of the library with as much confidence as a supermodel on a runway. "Okay, what's the sitch?" She asked, looking up at a handsome man by the bookshelves.

"Sorry?" He asked, turning to her and closing a book.

Buffy sighed as she walked up the steps to the upper-platform where he was. "You heard about the dead guy, right? The dead guy in the locker?"

The librarian turned to Chloe before turning back to Buffy. "Uhm, Miss Summers, I think this conversation would be better---."

"She knows I'm a Slayer." Buffy interrupted him. "Getting back to the topic. We went to see the body ourselves, and it's the weirdest thing. He's got 2 little holes in his neck and there's not a pint of blood in his body anymore."

"The discoloration of the body and the progress of its decomposition hints to the feeding having happened late last night." Chloe interjected, going up the stair with Buffy.

"First," the librarian raised his hand and turned to Buffy. "How could you tell her you were a Slayer? It's supposed to be a secret!" He then turned to Chloe, slightly fascinated. "How are you able to tell all that through the discoloration? Were you able to figure anything else out?"

Buffy and Chloe exchanged looks before Chloe opened her mouth. "Well, he wasn't dragged to the locker, there wasn't any sign of wear on his clothes, so obviously that meant that the person who carried him was strong, which we all know was a vampire." She continued on. "And the bite marks were low on the neck, which means we're either dealing with a short male vampire or a female vampire."

Buffy blinked. "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weird."

Chloe blushed.

The Librarian blinked. "I'm sorry, who are you again? How do you---? That was----you've never studied at the Watcher's Academy, have you?"

Chloe was confused. "Um, no."

"Isn't it odd that everyone seems to have transferred at the same time?" Buffy wanted to know, glaring suspiciously at the librarian. "Me from L.A., Chloe from Kansas, you from being the curator of either a British museum or The British Museum--?"

Chloe's eyes went wide. "You were the curator of the British Museum?"

The librarian grinned, chest puffed out, pulling at his lapels proudly. "Yes, well---."

"People." Buffy interrupted. "Not the point here. The point is that we're all here, and on Chloe's and my first day a vampire victim arrives and Chloe's dreamt of me."

The librarian blinked, pulling off his glasses and beginning to wipe them. "Excuse me? What sort of dreams?"

"Nightmares, and this guy keeps on going on and on, and then I would see Buffy." Chloe announced.

The man blinked. "You might have some sort of psychic connection to this. How fascinating."

Buffy looked from one to the other. "Vampires, anyone?"

"Right." The librarian nodded. "I was fearing this would happen."

"Well I wasn't." Buffy announced. "It's my first day. I was afraid that I was gonna be behind in all my classes, that I wouldn't make any friends, or that I'd have last month's hair!" She folded her arms over her chest. "I didn't think there'd be vampires on campus." She pressed forwards. "And I don't care."

The librarian raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you here?"

Buffy faltered. "Uhm, I—uh---to tell you that I don't care---which I don't, and I have now told you." She cleared her throat and looked around her. "So…bye." She grabbed Chloe's arm and turned around quickly, about to leave.

"Is he—Will he rise again?" The librarian asked.

Buffy twirled around. "Who?"

"The boy."

Chloe froze. She'd forgotten to check the mouth for blood.

"No." Apparently Buffy had. "He's just dead."

"Can you be sure?" The librarian asked.

Buffy nodded. "To make you a vampire they have to suck your blood, and then you have to suck their blood. It's, like, a whole big sucking thing." She shrugged. "Mostly they're just gonna kill you." She suddenly shook her head. "Why am I still talking to you? Come on Chloe."

She turned and began to drag Chloe down with her.

"You really have no idea what's going on, do you?" The librarian called as he hurried behind them. "You think it's coincidence your being here?"

"No, I think it's a conspiracy to keep me from living a normal life!" Buffy twirled around again.

Chloe jerked her arm out of the Slayer's, tired of getting jerked around.

"Why can't you people just leave me alone?" Buffy asked, agitated.

"Because you are the Slayer." The man told her from the stairs. "To each generation a slayer is born----."

Chloe looked up as the words of her dreams were being spoken by the older man. "One girl in all the world, a chosen one."

The librarian and Buffy turned to look at Chloe in surprise.

The blonde brought her hand to her head, feeling that headache coming once more. "One born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, demons, and all the forces of darkness, to stop the spread of their evil and protect the innocents who on their own cannot protect themselves."

"How---?" The man asked, taking off his glasses once more.

"The guy, in my dreams, the things he keeps saying over and over again? That's one of them." Chloe admitted, rubbing her temples.

"You said you started getting these dreams since you came to Sunnydale?" He frowned when she nodded. "You have a headache now?"

Chloe nodded.

The librarian looked from Buffy to Chloe, his eyes pensive. "What do you two know about this town?" He asked, going to his desk quickly and rummaging through the books.

"It's two hours on the freeway from Neiman-Marcus." Buffy offered.

Chloe snorted with laughter, then groaned when it made her head hurt more.

"Are you okay? You're not going to faint again, are you?" Buffy sounded genuinely worried as her arm went around Chloe.

It was good too, because Chloe was beginning to feel fatigued again.

"Here, sit down by Mr. Giles' desk." Buffy announced, leading Chloe towards it and helping her sit down.

"Thanks." Chloe whispered.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Giles asked, looking up from a book.

"Yeah." Chloe nodded, hands still on her temples. "What were you saying about Sunnydale?"

"Oh, well, if you dig a bit in the history of this place, and you'll find a steady stream of fairly odd occurrences." Mr. Giles announced.

Chloe snorted. "You could say the same about Smallville."

Mr. Giles jerked a glare at her. "Smallville Kansas? That's where you're from?"

Chloe blinked, surprised at the reaction. "Yeah."

"It's making sense somehow." Mr. Giles announced, chuckling softly, shaking his head. "Do you know why all these weird things happen in Sunnydale? It's because this whole area is a center of mystical energy and things gravitate towards it that you won't find elsewhere. Smallville is quite similar."

Chloe and Buffy exchanged looks.

"Vampires, zombies, werewolves, incubi, succubi, everything you've ever dreaded was under your bed but told yourself couldn't be by the light of the day." Mr. Giles was watching them both seriously. "They're all real."

"I know." Chloe nodded. "I've had to deal with a couple of those things in Smallville already, but they were all meteor-based."

"Meteor based?" He asked, confused.

Buffy nodded. "Apparently in Smallville there are these funky meteors that mutate the people."

Mr. Giles' eyes went wide. "Truly?"

Chloe nodded.

"How fascinating." Giles announced. "I will have to inform my peers at the Watcher's Council about this posthaste."

Buffy suddenly interrupted. "Okay, this has all been informative, but let me get this out there. I'm a Vampire Slayer, and I'm retired. You want the big bad vampire dead, you kill her/him yourself."

"I'm a watcher." Mr. Giles seemed surprised at the very suggestion. "I don't have the skill."

"Well, all you really need is a stake and a little sunlight." Chloe played the devil's advocate. "And Buffy's got a stake on her right now, she could probably lend it to you if you promised not to get it scratched."

Buffy grinned.

"A Slayer slays," Mr. Giles tried to explain. "A watcher---."

"Watches?" Buffy asked.

"Yes, no!" Giles closed his eyes and shook his head. "He trains her, he prepares her."

"Prepares me for what?" Buffy wanted to know, attitude rearing up. "For getting kicked out of school? For losing all of my friends? For having to spend all of my time fighting for my life and never getting to tell anyone because I might endanger them?"

Alone

That word run in Chloe's head once more and she but back the whimper of pain.

"Well, already that isn't the case." Mr. Giles announced, pointing to Chloe. "You have a sidekick."

"Let's not put labels." Chloe grumbled.

"And I'm not going to put Chloe in danger!" Buffy seemed horrified at the thought. "I already lost someone I loved to this slaying business, and I'm not about to lose the only friend I have here as well! Come on Chloe, we're going."

Chloe only got up because she wanted to get away from the screaming.

She followed Buffy out, and Mr. Giles whispered a damn before hurrying out behind them.

None of them noticed that the moment the doors swung closed two boys, one tall and brunette, the other shorter with sandy blonde hair stepped out from the back aisles where they'd been ditching class and looking at some books. The boys shared a look of shock.

But, of course, Chloe and the others didn't realize this because they were currently out in the hallway.

"It's getting worse." Mr. Giles caught up with them and talked softly but urgently.

Buffy would have continued on if Chloe hadn't stopped.

Chloe turned to Giles, worried. "What's getting worse?"

The librarian looked relived that someone was taking this seriously. He moved in closer, lowering his voice even more. "The influx of the undead---the supernatural occurrences. It's been building for years. There's a reason why you're here and a reason why it's now."

Buffy didn't look convinced. "The only reason I'm here now is because now is the time my mom moved here."

"And it's a big coincidence that this young lady here moved here at exactly the same time?" Mr. Giles asked, pointing to Chloe. "The same girl who's lived through similar experiences and can help you? Who has been having prophetic dreams about you?"

That made Buffy pause.

"Something's coming. Something is going to happen here." The librarian whispered, urgent. "Soon."

"Gee, can you vague that up for me?" Buffy groused.

Chloe rolled her eyes at the Slayer and turned to Giles. "Do you guys have any idea of what's about to happen?"

Giles sighed. "The signs, as far as I can tell, point to a crucial mystical upheaval very soon. Days. Possibly less."

"Days?" Chloe whispered. "My dad sent me here because he wanted me to have a normal life and I'm smackdab in the middle of a mystical upheaval of crucial importance?" She shook her head. "Poor dad."

"Please." Buffy was trying not to be convinced. "This is Sunnydale." She paused. "How bad an evil can there be here?"

Somehow Chloe had a cold, foreboding feeling that Buffy was going to find herself eating those words soon.

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Since Buffy and her had decided to hang out at this club called the Bronze downtown later that night, Chloe had had her father drop her to the outside of the place (he was just too happy that she was going out like a regular girl and not snooping around her meteor freaks to complain about what she was wearing or the place she was going to) and had decided to hang out by the bar until Buffy texted her to let her know that she'd arrived.

Her phone rang, and it surprised her to see the number. She quickly exited the building, making sure to stay close to the front and in the well lit area, before pressing a hand to her other ear and answering the call. "Hey Clark! What are you up to?"

"Hey Chlo, just calling you since you didn't call me." He sounded odd. "I thought, you know, being your first day of school in Sunnydale you'd have called to keep me updated on what it was like---."

Chloe smiled. "It's okay." Full of vampires and werewolves and zombies though, apparently. "I actually made friends already, her name's Buffy and she just transferred in today as well." Oh, yeah, and she's a Slayer.

There were just so many things she suddenly found she couldn't tell Clark.

It made her sad.

"Can you turn down the music, I can hardly hear you." Clark spoke.

"No, I can't. I'm actually outside of a club right now."

"Oh." Clark paused. "What are you doing at a club?"

"I'm waiting for my friend to show up."

There was a moment's silence. "Chloe, it's not safe for you to be there alone…"

"Chloe!"

Chloe turned and saw two familiar boys, one tall and brunette, and the other a little shorter with sandy blonde hair coming towards her. "Have to go Clark, talk to you more tomorrow. Thanks for calling." Hanging up she smiled at the two handsome guys. "Hey, I know you two, you're the ones who found Buffy's stake."

They nodded, smiling.

"Yeah," the sandy-blonde snorted. "Who would have thought that carrying a stake in your handbag was the rage in self-defense thingies in L.A., huh?"

So that was the story Buffy had given them. "I prefer mace myself."

The taller one grinned. "We didn't get to introduce ourselves to you before you, uh, fainted. I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my best friend and brother, Dean Winchester."

"Nice to meet you two." Chloe shook their hands. "Buffy says you took me to the infirmary, so, thanks."

"Are you feeling any better?" Sam asked. "How's your headache?"

She wondered if the fact that she'd had a horrible headache all day had been that noticeable. "Yeah, it's all better now."

"We should probably go in." Dean announced, motioning with his chin to the Bronze. "From what I hear, it's not exactly safe to be out at night in Sunnydale anymore."

You have no idea.

Chloe followed them inside and discovered that she liked the best friends a lot, she liked their friend Jesse too when they introduced her to him inside. She enjoyed their company, laughing a lot as Sam and Dean quibbled amongst themselves, 'bitch' and 'jerk' flying back and forth.

And then she saw Giles above and paused, excusing herself as she went to the upper floor and found him. "So, I pictured you more as the stay at home type who enjoys a good game of Scrabble."

He jumped, turning to look at her from where he'd been gazing down at the dancing. "I am." Giles sighed, returning his gaze to those below. "This is the perfect breeding ground for vampire activity. It's dark, it's crowded…besides, I figured you and Buffy would show up here."

Chloe turned so that she was looking down at the dancers as well. "So anyone down there could be a hungry vamp looking for something to nibble on, huh?"

He nodded, sighing. "I must get Buffy to understand how important it is that she take her job seriously. Lives are at risk, innocent lives."

"Her life is at risk too, you know, and she's only 16." Chloe commented, twirling the straw in her drink. "You have to give the girl some time to come around to it."

"But we mightn't have time."

"You know, I'm kinda getting sick of having you and your associates all around me." Buffy suddenly materialized next to Chloe, glaring at Giles. "I'm thinking about getting a restraining order."

Chloe blinked. "I thought you were going to text me?"

"Stuff happened, plus I saw you guys here the moment I came in." Buffy was talking to Chloe, but glaring at Giles. "What are you doing here?"

Mr. Giles turned to Buffy, sighing. "I am not stalking you, I just need you to understand that---."

"That the harvest is coming," she nodded, folding her arms over her chest. "I know. Your friend told me already."

All color drained from Giles' face. "What did you say?"

That made Buffy blink, not so sure of herself anymore. "The harvest. That mean something to you? Cause I'm drawing a blank."

"I'm not sure…" Giles was looking away, mind working furiously. "Who---who told you this?"

Buffy blinked again. "This guy----dark, gorgeous in an annoying sort of way." She looked concerned all of a sudden. "I figured you two were buds…"

"No." Giles shook his head.

Gorgeous? Chloe mouthed to Buffy from Giles' side.

Very. Buffy mouthed back.

Giles was completely oblivious to this side conversation as he looked up once more. "The harvest. Did he say anything else?"

"Something about the mouth of hell." Buffy made a face. "I really didn't like him."

She turned her back on them and looked at the dancers below.

Giles turned to look at Chloe before clearing his throat and turning to Buffy. "Look at them, throwing themselves about without any idea of the dangers around them."

"Lucky them." Buffy pouted.

"Perhaps you're right." Giles announced. "Perhaps there's no trouble coming, perhaps the signs are all wrong. But then again, you've been having the nightmares." His gaze went from a now stiff Chloe and Buffy. "You both have."

"It's the Slayer in you feeling something's about to happen." He turned to Chloe. "And you, I believe your time delving in the occult of Smallville has left you open to its mystical energies so much that you're a channel for it to flow through and that it why you're having these feelings and nightmares as well."

"Wait, I didn't delve." Chloe raised her hand. "No delving. Not a delver."

"I had my people at the Watcher's Council investigate you, Miss Sullivan." Giles admitted. "You have impressive amount of information and knowledge, you have been close to this source and your papers, when faxed over I was immersed in your research and the points you were showing and---."

"I was researched?" Chloe squeaked before frowning slightly in confusion. "Wait. What papers?" Her eyes widened. "You mean my Torch articles? The Watcher's Council read my Torch articles?"

"That's not the point. You two are here at this time for a reason." Giles announced firmly. "And you both need to be ready for whatever is going to happen, Buffy especially. There's so much she doesn't know about her adversaries or of her own powers. A vampire appears to be completely normal until the feed is upon them. Only then do they reveal their true demonic visage." He looked down at the dancers once more.

"You're like a textbook with arms. I already know this." Buffy looked between Giles and Chloe. "Though, between you two, I won't ever have to study again. Glass half full kinda situation now that I think about it."

Chloe rolled her eyes.

Giles sighed. "The point is the Slayer should be able to see them anyway, the vampires, without looking, without thinking." He paused. "Can you tell me if there's a vampire in this building?"

Chloe turned to look at Buffy expectantly.

"Maybe." The Slayer answered slowly.

"You should know." Giles pressed on. "Even through this mass and this din you should be able to sense them. Try. Reach out with your mind. You have to hone your senses and focus until the energy washes over you till you---you feel every particle of--."

"There's one." Buffy interrupted, pointing below.

Chloe followed her finger. "Him? Really?"

"Yeah, totally." Buffy nodded, sure.

Giles scoffed. "You don't know…"

"Oh please." Buffy snorted. "Look at his jacket. He's got the sleeves rolled up. And the shirt? Deal with that outfit for a moment."

"It's dated?" Giles asked.

"It's carbon dated." Buffy shot back.

Chloe observed him and frowned. "It does look like something someone from the 70s would have worn."

"See? Chloe so totally gets my drift." Buffy announced. "Trust me, only someone living underground for years would think that that was still the look."

Giles pouted. "But you didn't…hone."

Chloe bit back a giggle at that pout. It was actually kinda cute.

Alone

Chloe dropped her glass and her hands went to her temples.

Giles and Buffy were grabbing her in seconds.

"Miss Sullivan!"

"Don't faint again! Why are you fainting? Are you pregnant?" Buffy was asking.

"I'm not pregnant." Chloe grumbled, finally steadying herself on her own. "I'm fine, I am, I---." She looked down. "The vampire and the girl he was talking to are gone."

Buffy and Giles turned to look below, confirming what she had said.

The world beneath her shook and yet she seemed to be the only one who felt it.

Alone…The harvest…free…

Chloe tightened her grip on Buffy and Giles' hands, bringing their attention back to her as the whole world seemed to shake vibrate.

Cemetery…all alone…

"Hey, Chloe?" She could hear Sam's voice all fuzzy.

"What's going on with her?" Dean could be heard asking.

"Cemetery." Chloe whispered, voice slurring as her knees gave out on her. "Cemetery."

"Where's the cemetery?" Buffy seemed to understand what Chloe was saying, and trusted her. "Do you two know where the cemetery is?"

"Yes." Dean nodded.

"Why do you need to go to the cemetery?"

"Just take me there! Now!" Buffy then turned to Giles. "Take care of her!"

And with there they were gone.

But Chloe didn't notice because she was already out cold.

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And like a plague of boils, the race of man covered the Earth.

But on the third day of the newest light will come the harvest,

When the blood of men will flow as wine.

When the Master will walk among them one more,

The earth will belong to the Old Ones,

And hell itself will come to town.

Chloe gasped as she came to, not knowing what she'd just dreamt of, or why she was in the library of all places, but knowing that that cold sensation she'd had earlier in the pit of her stomach was growing.

Something very bad was about to happen…

…and she didn't think they were ready.

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