Of Swashbuckling Pirates and Distressing Damsels--4/6

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Title: Of Swashbuckling Pirates and Distressing Damsels
Category: Smallville/Pirates of the Caribbean Crossover
Rating: R
Genre: Crossover--adventure/romance
Pairing: Chloe/Oliver
Warnings:  violence, some adult content
Summary: Chloe Sullivan is captured by pirates.  Do you need anything else?

Prompt: ari_g a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean


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Chapter 1

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"Well, cuz, I always knew you had it in you.  I just didn't know what it was you had in you."  The voice seeped into Chloe's consciousness as she groaned, registering the sound of--

"Lois!" Chloe's eyes flew open in shock.  She immediately regretted it as daylight reached her and her head throbbed.  She squeezed them shut again immediately.  "I had the worst dream, Lois.  This horrible, awful, painfully attractive pirate kidnapped me."

Her cousin chuckled.  Beside her, Clark shifted uncomfortably.  "Did she just say 'attractive?'" he muttered to Lois.

"Well she's not, blind, Kent," Lois snickered.

Chloe shifted, reaching for the covers on her bed and tugging them up around her, wondering what in the world would incite her to drink so much.  Then, slowly, the fact that her sheets felt different.  As a matter of fact, her whole bed felt different.  It was lumpy and uncomfortable and the sheets were scratchy.  Then, she began to wonder why her cousin was there.  She was supposed to be living with the General and preparing for her wedding.  And then, finally, it registered with her that she had just heard her cousin's fiance speak, meaning that a man was in her room while she was in her nightgown.

Her eyes flew open again and she shot up in bed, struggling against the throbbing it caused her.  She took in her cousin and Clark Kent and the fact that she appeared to be in a particularly run-down room in an inn.

"It wasn't a dream," she groaned.

"Now you're gettin' it," Lois said, clearly amused.

Chloe rubbed her hand over her eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning.  "Wait...what are you guys--" flashes of the previous evening sifted back to her, her drinking contest with AC, Bart, and Victor, an insult match with Captain Oliver, and then, her whole body grew warm as she remembered Oliver's kiss, interrupted in such a timely manner by the shocking arrival of Lois&Clark.  "How did you guys find me?" she managed at last, attempting to quell the flips her stomach was doing as she mentally relived the kiss over and over and--

"Clark, believe it or not."

Chloe glanced up, confused.  "Sorry?"

"I mean Clark was the one who managed to find you...well, I mean, I had to force him to get up and do something about it when everyone else gave up the search, and I did threaten to postpone the wedding whenever he got squeamish about doing something illegal, but he turned out to be really good at intimidating people for information when he needed to be.  Eventually we found out you'd been captured by Oliver Queen, and after a lot more fishing and aimless, pointless--"

"It wasn't aimless, Lois," Clark rolled his eyes.

"--pointless wandering around, we finally picked up a rumor that Queen was coming here, and I managed to get us on a ship--"

"By seducing the captain," Clark grumbled.

"It's not seducing if you don't follow through," Lois corrected him, patting his shoulder patronizingly.  "Anyway, we got on a ship and we came here to find you and then all of a sudden there you were, in the bar." She ended happily.

Clark stared at her, obviously pointing out the fact that Lois had left out how they had found Chloe, i.e. in a major lip-lock with none other than her kidnapper.

Chloe's thoughts followed a similar line, but her end thought was different from Clark's.  "Where's the captain?"

"Captain?" Clark frowned.  "Chloe he kidnapped you.  We're going to arrest him and turn him in," he said resolutely.

"NO!" Chloe exclaimed before she could stop herself, a look of horror on her face.  She clapped her hand over her mouth and stared at them wide-eyed, not trusting herself to speak anymore.

Lois and Clark's eyebrows disappeared.  Lois recovered first, having been more braced for this reaction than Clark had.  "We don't have to," she said, patting Chloe's hand and continuing over Clark's immediate protests.  "When we left the bar the other night, he said you were free to do whatever you wanted with whoever you wanted."  At the expression on Clark's face she shot him a silencing look.  "We can just put all of this behind us."

"Yes," Chloe seized on her cousin's suggestion.  "I--really, I don't want to drag it out.  I just...want to pretend it never happened."  She swallowed tightly, not sure why she suddenly felt like crying.  "He's let me go, so...there's no reason to...to make anything more out of it.  Let's just--" she choked slightly "Let's go home," she said finally, staring determinedly down at her hands on the edge of the quilt, fingering the threadbare fabric.

Lois stared at Chloe anxiously, and Clark looked ready to say something else, but Lois's hand on his arm stopped him.  He glanced at her and she gave him a warning look, shaking her head slightly, eyes darting to Chloe, whose expression was unreadable.

"Food," Clark said suddenly, as if his mother's influence had suddenly possessed him.  "You should eat.  I'll go talk to that woman about getting you something," he added on his way out the door.

Lois rolled her eyes, giggling.  "The housekeeper keeps hitting on him."  She looked back to her cousin, expecting amusement or something kin to it on Chloe's face.  Instead she found Chloe tugging at a thread on the blanket, her expression looking suspiciously like she was holding back tears.  "Oh, Chlo," she said sympathetically, sitting down beside Chloe on the bed and pulling her into a comforting hug.  "It's okay to cry.  You've been through an ordeal.  But it's all okay now.  We're going to take you home."

At that Chloe unleashed a shuddering sob, clutching Lois and crying into her shoulder.

"There, there," Lois said, patting her back reassuringly.  "Let it out.  You've been so brave."

Chloe's voice cracked in response and she cried harder.

_ _ _ _ _

Oliver stared glumly at the bottom of his glass, seated at the nearly empty bar as mid-morning sunlight streamed through the windows.

Behind him, Bart, Victor, and AC were huddled together, eyes darting back and forth from each other to him, shooting him wary glances of concern.

"Man," AC said in a hushed voice, "I mean...I seriously thought she was going to stay.  The two of them...." he drifted off.

"Hey, we can give up on her, yet.  So her friends found her.  That doesn't mean she wants to go with them."

"Yeah," Bart agreed eagerly, "not after the boss laid one on her like he did.  There's no way--"

"He needs to do something, then," AC interjected.  "He can't just ignore the fact that she's leaving and let her go.  He's got to--"

"Stop sitting in rooms with people who think he's deaf," Oliver growled from the bar, and his three friends jumped in surprise.

"Sorry, Boss," Bart offered sheepishly.

"Just shut up," Oliver said.

_ _ _ _ _

"What do you mean we can't get out of here until tomorrow?" Lois demanded that afternoon, staring at Clark with outrage.  "I'm up to my ears in drunk pirates, and I swear, if one more of them makes a pass at me, I can't be held responsible for my actions."

Chloe, whose head had thankfully stopped spinning several hours ago, just sighed.

Clark scratched the back of his head.  "Lois, what do you want to do?  Sail out into a storm?  Look at that."  He indicated the sky, where an ominous sea of black sky grumbled and crawled and rolled toward them with determination.  Chloe swallowed nervously just looking at it.

Lois crossed her arms over her chest.  "I don't see why a little summer shower should scare us off."

Chloe snorted and Clark gaped.  "Summer shower?" he repeated incredulously.  "Lois, are you looking at the same sky I am?"  He waved his arms around to illustrate the vastness of the approaching storm.  "That's practically a tempest!"

Chloe sighed as Lois refused to see reason.  "Lois," she said tiredly.  "I've been gone for months.  I sincerely doubt one more night will kill me."

Lois opened her mouth to argue, but before she got a sound out they heard a crude catcall thrown her way and she whirled around, looking mad enough to spit.

"What was that?" she yelled, and the man looked properly frightened, backing away as Chloe and Clark reached out to prevent Lois from mauling him.

"Lo, please," Chloe said, "there's no point."

"Fine," Lois pouted, her attempted assault coming to a halt.  "But we'd better be out of her first thing tomorrow.

"Hey, sweetheart," a female voice called in Clark's direction.  "Looking for a good time?  Your girlfriend can come."

Chloe barely stopped Lois from taking a swing at the whorish-looking woman, who ducked out of the way.  "No reason to get in a huff," she muttered irritably as she slipped off.  Clark's face was completely red with embarrassment.

Chloe shook her head.  "I can't take you two anywhere," she sighed, looking around the rowdy streets at the feverish pirates, all of them frustrated with being landlocked.  She caught a glimpse of Bart whipping around a corner and her stomach clenched.  She felt her eyes well up again, and Clark elbowed Lois, gesturing at her.

Lois put an arm around her immediately.  "It's okay, baby cuz.  We're gonna get you home.  And I know two men who are going to be so happy to see you."

Bringing up Chloe's father and fiance was clearly the wrong thing to do, though, because Chloe's tears immediately began to fall and she leaned into Lois again.

_ _ _ _ _ 

Thunder cracked overhead and Chloe glanced fervently at her companions, making sure it hadn't woken them.  She tied Lois's cloak around her neck and threw the hood up before exiting the room, and heading out of the inn and into the storm.

She knew where she'd find them.

Lightning flashed across the sky, creating a moment of false daylight and illuminating the tavern where she had been the previous night.

She found them inside, as expected, though the Captain was not among them.  The mood in the bar was slightly more subdued than the previous evening, but even in the midst of a hurricane, pirates could be boisterous, in spite of decreased numbers.  Chloe didn't have to look around, though.  They found her.

"Chloe!" three voices sounded in unison surprise.  Bart was at her side almost faster than she could blink, hugging her.  "You're still here," he said happily.

Chloe chuckled, warmth filling her at the familiarity.  "In this, Bart?  Even I'm not the crazy.  Besides," she added more seriously, looking at Bart and Victor meaningfully, "I wanted to say goodbye."  She paused, knowing they'd get her meaning before she added, "You three have been good company.  Thank you."

They nodded understandingly, Bart sitting back down.  She tried to ignore the disappointment that hung in the air.  They'd been holding out hope that she was going to tell them she was staying.  She could see it plainly on there faces.

Finally, Victor leaned forward, "Room 5," he told her.

Chloe nodded shortly in thanks.

She maneuvered through the hall to the back stairs, more thunder crashing outside.

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okay...one more chapter after this. ;)
--Blue

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Tell me you have the fifth chapter written and will post it soon. This is ridiculously entertaining like an old black and white movie.