I'm a What?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Dawn and Giles belong to Mr. Joss Whedon and Co. Chloe and Clark belong to The WB and the creators of Smallville. No infringement is intended.
"Woah! Back it up, sister. I'm a what?" Chloe Sullivan stared at the girl before her. They were roughly the same age, but she thought the dark-haired girl who cornered her outside of the Talon might have been hit on the head with a pretty darn big meteor rock. It was cold, and it was snowing. All Chloe wanted was to go home and curl up with her to-go mug of mocha chino. Instead she was stuck being confronted by a Grade A whackadoodle.
"You're a Slayer. The one girl in all the world, umm, well, actually that isn't right anymore. I'll have to get Giles to revise the speech."
Chloe tried to discreetly back away. "Look, uh, Dawn was it?"
The other teen nodded brightly.
"Dawn, I'm not a Slayer. I'm a reporter. You know? I write stories about current events, relevant occurrences in the community, the weirdness that is Smallville. I don't *slay* anything, unless you count my alarm clock earlier this week, and it completely deserved what it got. Trust me."
"Uh-huh. One of the first signs." She nodded knowingly. "Buffy's gone through enough alarm clocks to wake up everyone in this town. It's the urge to 'snooze'. It gets her every time."
"I've really got to go. I've got homework and articles that aren't finishing themselves." Chloe warily watched as Dawn reached into her coat pocket, then relaxed when offered a small business card.
"I'll be in the area for a few days. If you want to know more, call me at that number, day or night. It's my cell. You're going to need someone to talk to, Chloe. You can't keep this kind of secret to yourself forever." The teen pulled on her gloves and walked down the snowy Main Street toward the bed and breakfast.
Chloe watched her for a while, then startled upon feeling a hand settle on her shoulder. Instinctively she grabbed at the hand and squeezed tightly.
"Ow! Chloe, what was that for?" Clark rubbed his tender hand and gazed at his best friend with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.
"Sorry, Clark. You just surprised me, that's all."
He followed her gaze down the street where he could still see the girl she'd been talking to outside the coffee shop. "Who was that?"
"Someone who would fit in perfectly on the Wall of Weird."