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25 April 2011 @ 12:32 pm
Of Swashbuckling Pirates and Distressing Damsels--5/6  
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: caaleros a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean

I know, I know.  I lied again.  I seriously thought I could wrap things up in this chapter, but it's still going to take just one more.  Last fake-out, I swear.


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Chapter 1

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Wooden floorboards creaked beneath Chloe's feet and lantern's flickered in the hallway as the storm outside began to rage properly, and she made her way down to the door with the tarnished brass 5 tacked onto it.

Her hand hovered above the door as she debated whether to knock or turn around and go back down stairs and join the boys for one last night.  She sighed and rapped on the door before pushing it open, half-hoping he wouldn't be there.

She found him seated on his bed, staring out the window and watching the storm rage, rain pouring into the room.

"What is wrong with you?" she demanded, rushing across the room to slam the shutters closed and shut out the rain as best as she could.  She grabbed a rag from the sill and shoved it in to keep them from flying open.  Exasperated, she turned to look at him for an explanation, finding him looking at her with an amused expression, leaned against the headboard of his bed, knees bent.

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.  "What, like I've never been out in a storm before?" he asked.

She huffed a breath of frustration.  "Then why pay for the room?" she gestured around.  "You could just go stand out in it and challenge the elements that way instead of letting it come inside and soak a perfectly good room."

He just chuckled, reaching for the bedside table where a glass of amber liquid was waiting.  He raised it to his lips and took a light sip before asking her, "What are you doing here, Chloe?"

Her momentary frustration faded slightly as her throat tightened.  "I came to say goodbye to everyone.  The boys said you were up here."

The tension in the room was instantaneous and palpable.  He raised an eyebrow quirked slightly but his expression was without humor now as he took another drink from his glass.

Chloe threw her hands up.  "Haven't you got anything to say?" she demanded.

"Like what?"

"Like what?" she repeated incredulously.  How about like "Chloe, don't go," "Chloe I need you, stay with me,"  "Chloe, I love you!" she raged internally.  She rubbed a hand over her face and headed for the door.  "Forget it."

His hand reached the door at the same time she reached the handle to tug it open.  He pressed it closed and her heart thudded, sensing his body a breath behind hers, towering around her, his hand not dropping from the door.

His other hand came up and picked up a strand of her hair, damp from the rain outside, and curling it around his finger gently.  "So you're leaving, then."

It wasn't a question, but she confirmed it anyway, voice breathy.  "Yes."

"Going home to your fiance," he said, and she noted the matter-of-fact way he said it.  His voice lacked the disdain she'd come to expect when on that particular subject.

"And my father," she said.  She'd been trying to think more about her father than her fiance when she thought about home at all.

"Hmm."  He paused, and she heard rather than saw the smirk in his voice next.  "My library will miss you."

She tried not to cringe at the thought of losing all those books.  Of all the absurd things to regret, she found herself wishing she'd spent more time reading and taking advantage of them.  She tried not to think about how she'd have to return to getting her maid to smuggle her new books, reading them in the dead of night by flickering candlelight so as to avoid disapproving glances and lectures.  She shoved those things aside and focused on Oliver.  "Just your library?" she questioned.

He ignored the implication.  "So what will it be like when you go back, Chloe?" he asked her, hand not leaving her hair.  "Exactly the same as when you left?" he suggested.  "Or will they all whisper about you and wonder if you're damaged goods?"

She tensed at the implication, but his voice wasn't malicious.  It sounded more curious than anything.  Idly speculative.

"What will your fiance say?" he asked.  "He'll still marry you, I suppose," he decided, rather than waiting for an answer.  "He'll believe you when you tell them you're untouched and unharmed."  The words were cold, but still lacked viciousness.  And she was distracted by his coarse thumb brushing against the base of her neck, having abandoned her hair. "Will he know what to do with you, Chloe?" he asked, and her stomach grew warm at the sound of her name.  His hand finally dropped from the door and untied her cloak, pulling the string lightly until it came loose and fell to her feet.  She closed her eyes and focused on breathing steadily.  His left hand dropped from the base of her neck and skimmed down her arm gently while the other hand found the top button at the back of her dress, a long row of them descending all the way down her spine.  She half expected him to rip them open, but he continued talking, his lips beside her ear.  "Will he unbutton your dress slowly, one button at a time--" he asked her, his hand skating down her spine beside the buttons, and she imagined him doing just that, half wishing he would, "--and peel your dress off with agonizing slowness?"  Her breathing hitched.  She heard him chuckle quietly, his warm breath tantalizing the shell of her ear.  "Will he even know what to do with a corset?" he wondered, and Chloe's whole body shivered as she imagined Oliver's hands forcefully tugging at the strings of the corset until it released her.  Beneath her skirts she discreetly pressed her thighs together, shifting them in an attempt to ease the sudden ache between them.  His hands splayed over her hips gently, barely touching her, and she bit back a groan.  "What will he do with you, Chloe?" he repeated the question, dragging his lips from her ear and down her throat, sucking gently on her pulse, not hard enough to leave a mark.  His hands traveled up over her stomach, just a ghost of a touch, and she involuntarily arched her back, leaning into him and simultaneously pushing her breasts forward, encouraging the path his hands were on.  She gasped as his right hand shifted up and grazed over her breast, and her head fell back against him.

Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

The loudest thunderclap of all cracked overhead, lightning illuminating the room briefly, flashing over them and Chloe jolted in fright, the spell broken.  His hands dropped and she pulled forward out of his arms, heart pounding wildly.  Frightened into flight, she tried to ignore the ache that consumed her as she reached for the door and pulled it open, leaving him to wonder how he'd let her slip away from him again.

She expected him to chase her down the stairs, to come after her.  Heck, she wanted him to do it.  But he didn't.  For the millionth time that day, tears formed in her eyes and she blinked them back determinedly, once again pushing her way through the tavern, realizing as she headed for the door that she'd foolishly left Lois's cloak behind.

"Chloe!" Victor's voice called out, and she felt AC's hand wrap around her arm to stop her.

"Chloe," AC said, "you can't go out in that.  It's gotten really bad.  You're going to have to wait it out here."

"Yeah, Chloelicious," Bart joined them, resting a hand on her arm as well.  "You'd better stay."

Her throat constricted as she looked at the door and the dam finally broke.  She turned and buried herself in AC's chest and his arms wrapped around her uncertainly as she attempted to stop herself from crying.

Victor's hand rubbed her shoulder soothingly.  "I'll get you a drink.  AC, have her sit."

"I hate him," Chloe said furiously to AC's chest.  "I hate him."

Bart chuckled, "Who, Vic?"

AC shot him an irritated glance and slapped the back of Bart's head.

"Ouch!" Bart rubbed his head.  "What?" he demanded as AC guided Chloe over to their table, thunder crackling in the background.

Oliver watched them from the door frame, his gut clenching when he saw Chloe turn and bury herself in AC for comfort.

What did she want from him?  He couldn't just kidnap her again.  He couldn't make her stay.  If she didn't want him then she could go home to her stupid, mundane life and her stupid, mundane marriage.

He shoved back the voice in his head that pointed out that for a moment there, in his room, it had certainly seemed like she wanted him.

Turning his back on them, he headed back up to his room.

_ _ _ _ _ 

"Clark.  Clark, wake up!" Lois shook him from his sleep.  "Chloe's gone."

That brought Clark to.  "What?" he asked, sitting up from the floor and looking over at the bed Chloe and Lois had been sharing.  "How could they have gotten in here without waking us?" he asked.

"I don't know," Lois said frantically, "but they're pirates!  They can do whatever they want, and we need to go get her back!"

"Right," Clark muttered, pushing aside his thin blanket and looking for his coat.  He'd gone to sleep almost fully dressed so as not to make Chloe and Lois uncomfortable.  "I'll go after her.  You stay here."

"Excuse me?" Lois said, affronted.

"Lois, look out there!" he gestured to the dirty glass window.  "I'm not taking you out in that.  You stay here in case she comes back or something," he fished for a way to make her feel less useless.

"How do you even know where they'd take her?" Lois asked, giving in.

"I don't.  I'm going to go to the tavern and see if anyone knows anything.  At least they can't have sailed off in this," he added grimly.

Lois nodded, waiting for him to get his boots on and stand up before pulling him in for a quick kiss.  "Good luck."

_ _ _ _ _

When Clark arrived at the tavern, he was soaked and up to his neck in mud and not expecting to see Chloe with a mug of beer in front of her, seated amongst three pirates, one of whom had an arm around her.

Hand ready to reach for his sword, he approached them, and Chloe looked up, face flashing from surprise to guilt.  "Clark!"

"Chloe, are you all right?"

The three men with her were surveying him carefully, glancing to Chloe as if to determine whether his presence were welcome.  Chloe flushed.  "Yes, of course I'm fine, Clark."

"We woke up and you were gone.  We just assumed..." he frowned as he trailed off, looking again at the company she was with.

"Clark, no one kidnapped me again, I just...couldn't sleep she finished lamely."

"You couldn't sleep?" he repeated like she must think he was an idiot.  "So you came outside in that," he waved wildly at the door, "to come to a bar to sit with a bunch of criminals?"

Chloe tensed.  "Clark--"

"Listen, buddy," the blond with his arm around Chloe spoke, "she came to see her friends, and she's happy where she is.  So you can just--"

"Friends?" Clark looked at the man like he was mad.  "You kidnapped her.  I ought to have every one of you hanged!  You're just lucky that all Chloe wants is to go home, or I'd round up every last one of you and have you brought to justice."

The three men with Chloe had tensed detectably and Bart shot Chloe a discreet but hurt look.  Slowly other people in the bar were turning their attention to them, perhaps anticipating a fight.

"Clark, it's not like that."

"Chloe, I think you should come home with me."

The black one on the end leaned forward.  "Listen, I can tell you mean well, but there's no reason to send either of you out in that storm.  Chloe's happy right where she is, and no one dragged her here.  She came on her own."

Clark looked at Chloe for confirmation and she nodded, nudging Bart to stand so she could get up.  She walked over to Clark and hugged him.  "I'm fine.  They are my friends, and I came on my own."

Clark searched her face with concern etched on his.  "Okay.  But I'm not letting you out of my sight," he added.
"Somebody get the man a drink," Chloe grinned over her shoulder at her company, and Victor happily jumped up to see the woman at the bar.

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Irina: pandoragreenteam4ever on April 25th, 2011 01:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, I totally liked it! And I think it's great that we'll have one more chapter of this wonderful story! The scene in Ollie's room was awesome, really. Oliver should be more confident, yes, he should go and kidnap her, again!
I like your writing `cause it's like watching a movie, I can almost see everything what happens in the story.
And that, that was great:
"Like what?" she repeated incredulously. How about like "Chloe, don't go," "Chloe I need you, stay with me," "Chloe, I love you!" she raged internally. !!
Thank you so much, can't wait for the last chapter!
flyswithnowings on April 25th, 2011 02:54 pm (UTC)
Yay, we get another chapter!

This whole chapter I was thinking: Ollie, stop being an ignorant ass and just tell her.
But he didn't so...*sigh*

I would totally love if Chloe ended up kidnapping him, just saying. ;)
Loved this chapter, can't wait for the next one!
breakmyheart: most romantic kidnappingthegrin on April 25th, 2011 03:14 pm (UTC)
I'm so happy that you wrote one more chapter because I love this story !
I really wanted Oliver to stop before she left and Chloe to just tell him her feelings ... gahhh they are so stubborn !!
Great job on this chapter, I can't wait to read more :)
Galen: Xtreme Kittyphoenix_173 on April 25th, 2011 08:04 pm (UTC)
You know...that's just mean. Leading us on, then stopping right when it's getting good... But you are totally forgiven since it was such an awesome chapter. :D I hope you have the next part planned/written so we don't have to wait too long.


purple_moon123: chlolliepurple_moon123 on April 25th, 2011 09:48 pm (UTC)
SO I suck because I haven't commented from the beginning... because I love this story and I anxiously await for a new chapter!!!! I love crossovers and the banner is freaking gorgeous!!!

Also Love that whenever you post it's 3/4, 4/5 and now it's 5/6 if this continues I can tell you I will not mind!!! XD

And ZOMG that was freaking hot!!!
iluvaqtiluvaqt on April 25th, 2011 11:14 pm (UTC)
That moment with Oliver was fantastically written. I could picture it playing out in detail. I'm disappointed he didn't stop her from leaving though, forcing her to answer any one of his questions.
Tenshinrtaigatenshinrtaiga on April 25th, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
:) Psyched for the next part but at the same time I never want it to end.
jenwin23jenwin23 on April 26th, 2011 04:43 am (UTC)
I feel like Oliver needs a pep talk, something along the lines of "you're a pirate. you take what you want. pirate. arg."
sv_chlollie_fansv_chlollie_fan on April 26th, 2011 02:54 pm (UTC)
Yay,I'm so happy that you continue it.I love this story since the beginning,it's so original.And you shouldn't be sorry that it takes a two more chapters than you planned, because it's a wonderful bonus for us.Anyway,why Oliver didn't stop her from leaving.Man!could they be even more stubborn!!!Can't wait for the last chapter.
liselle2010liselle2010 on April 27th, 2011 03:27 am (UTC)
okay, I never saw this before and I have to say that this is like the funnest story I have ever read! This was sooo fun! I can't wait to read the next part!
paolamhcpaolamhc on May 25th, 2011 01:18 am (UTC)
I love this story and can't wait to read the last chapter!
Mari CarmenMari Carmen on June 2nd, 2011 08:29 pm (UTC)
I love this story I can´t wait to know waht will happen with Chloe and Oliver
virgogirl1979virgogirl1979 on June 25th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
Really like this story so far, I hope you do continue with it. I love that you have the JL boys with Ollie and that Clark is still so Clark. Can't wait to read the final chapter.