Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Lana Lang, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Nell Potter, John Blackwell, Gabe Sullivan, Lex Luthor, Davis Bloome, Jason Teague, Tess Mercer, Oliver Queen, Patricia Swan...
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe Sullivan had a normal-ish life before the circle and John Blackwell turned her life upside down and gave new meaning to the unexplained weirdness that goes on in Smallville. Now life's a witch, she's a part of a circle she's not too sure she wants to be bound to, and not only do they have to worry about Witch-Hunters, but unknowingly to them another circle is on the hunt too.
A/N: Timeline-wise it is side-by-side with events in Secret Circle. It is around Season One of Smallville...with alterations of course. And Lex Luthor has not arrived in Smallville up until this point in the story.
Sitting alone under the tree in the high school courtyard, Chloe Sullivan was in a mood. Not only had her days turned into total nightmares, so had her nights, and that left her overworked and under-slept-a truly lethal combination.
Chime-like laughter carried towards her on the wind and the blonde frowned as her green gaze narrowed in on the source of the sound.
Lana Lang seemed to glide instead of walk, the wind blowing her perfect hair as she giggled at something one of her entourage had said.
It was disgusting.
Those four boys followed her around like some sort of harem. It'd been bad enough when it'd just been Whitney Fordman and Greg Arkin, but now that Chloe's ex bests Clark Kent and Pete Ross had joined it'd become unbearable.
What made things worse was that before they'd joined Lana's Drone's (as Chloe like to call them) both Clark and Pete had found the whole thing odd. Yet now they were a part of it.
It hurt to have lost them, both boys having been like brothers to her for so long. They'd been with her for every up and down in her life, had been shoulders to cry on when her mother had booked on her, and had been an endless source of encouragement when she'd decided to channel her energy into starting back up the defunct old high school newspaper: The Torch. She'd even managed to wrangle them into working for her at the Torch, but they'd left their jobs once they'd joined the Drones. They'd cut her off completely, and the sting was ever-fresh in her heart.
Noticing when Clark sensed her presence, Chloe stood and walked in the opposite direction.
"Chloe!" It wasn't Clark who called for her.
"Hey Van." The blonde turned and smiled at the handsome boy who serviced the Torch's computers whenever they acted up.
"Are we still on for tonight?" He asked, raising a dark eyebrow, light eyes twinkling in mischief.
The blonde nodded, smiling back up at him.
Given the fact that she could no longer depend on Clark and Pete to be her backup during her investigations, Chloe had had to come out of her shell somewhat and ask the gorgeous technician for his help. He'd surprised her by agreeing to join her in her "hunt for truth and justice" and had been her photographer of late. She was still somewhat awkward around him, and still found herself stammering sometimes, but he was quite nice once she gave him a chance. His father was in the army and protecting his country, and that made Van both worried and proud, things which he shared with her when they were investigating something for the Torch.
"Do you need me to bring the normal flashlights or the heavy duty ones?" Van asked, falling into stride with her as they walked away from where Lana and the Drones were watching them.
It annoyed Chloe, how they'd just watch her sometimes.
It annoyed her how much it unnerved her.
What the hell was up with that anyway?
Was it some sort of intimidation thing?
"The normal ones should be okay...then again...maybe you should bring the heavy duty ones just in case." Chloe made up her face, looking at her watch. "What time is your date with Dawn?"
"Don't remember." He chuckled, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Eight or nine."
"You should remember things like that, girls are particular when it comes to dates and times...Dawn Stiles especially so." Chloe rolled her eyes at him.
"You don't seem to care too much about that shit." He grumbled.
"And that is because reporting is my life." She gave him a large, fake smile. "Other than the written word, I have no love life."
"It's something I don't get, you're not ugly, and once you get over the whole intimidation factor you're actually pretty cool." He replied.
"Intimidation factor?" The blonde raised an eyebrow in confusion at that.
"Yeah, well, you used to have Clark and Pete doing that to anyone who looked in your general direction...and even without them you're intimidating on your own." Van admitted with a sheepish smile. "I mean, you're tiny and all that, but there's something in the way you glare at people that says: I will cut you...and enjoy it."
Throwing her head back, Chloe laughed, never having known that about herself and enjoying it immensely. "Are you saying that I scare the boys around me?"
"Yeah, but don't tell them I told you." Van smirked back.
"I would never." She promised, still unable to keep the chuckles from emerging from her lips.
"On that note, Justin asked me to give this to you when I saw you." He reached into his army jacket and pulled out an envelope. "When are you going to put that poor dude out of his misery and give into him? He's actually brave enough to still be interested despite how much you scare him."
"Give that over." Rolling her eyes, Chloe snatched the envelope from him and frowned at it in confusion. "Wonder what it is."
"Opening it would solve the problem." Van smart-mouthed.
She slapped the envelope against his arm, lips a crooked grin.
"Do we meet up at the woods or do I pick you up?" Van wanted to know, gaze going to his watch.
"We'll meet up there. That way you can just go directly to pick up Dawn." Chloe decided. "I'll try and make sure we're done by seven just in case."
"Why seven? I said it was eight or nine."
"You'd need to go home and bathe to get ready." Chloe raised an eyebrow.
Van snorted. "Yeah. Right." And then he was gone with a wave. "See ya later."
How in the world was this guy going out with ultra particular Dawn Stiles?
It had to be the gorgeous face and rock hard six pack.
"Lana!" Tina Greer, Lana's wannabe, hurried towards Lana, wearing the same damn outfit and hair in the exact style.
Chloe frowned as she looked behind her, having realized that the Queen Bee and Drones weren't as far behind her as she'd thought they were.
Shaking her head, she hurried her speed and went to her next class, which unfortunately for her was P.E. with the aforementioned. The class was a large one though, and as always they were divided into different groups. Lana and the cheerleaders were on their own, allowed their time to practice their cheers and moves, which Chloe thought was favoritism on the coach's part but she never commented on it.
The rest of them were divided into baseball teams, Chloe hating the whole pecking order of the captains picking those on their team. It only established a social pecking order in which the last picked were always deemed the omegas, the losers. She was usually around the middle of the pack, and she could deal with it, but she couldn't help but feel bad for those who were eternally chosen last. It was ridiculous though, to think that Greg was Whitney's first choice considering that some months ago Greg had been one of those who lived in the back of the pack. He'd been filled with acne, wore thick glasses, and was an all-round nerd.
Now he wore leather jackets, black, had glossy hair and apparently had started wearing contacts because she hadn't seen the glasses for a while now. His skin was also perfect...and he'd become somewhat of a "hot bad boy".
Apparently becoming Lana's Drone had done wonders for him.
Whitney Fordman had always been the King of Smallville High so Chloe really didn't see much of a change in him.
Clark and Pete though were much more confident as well, it was even in the way they walked. They were beginning to seem like strangers to her, and she resented it terribly. Not too long ago she'd envisioned the three of them as old people living in the same old person's home, chatting it up and being best friends like always.
And yet now...
Shaking her head, Chloe grabbed the bat and walked up to the base, glaring at the smirk Whitney Fordman sent her from the pitcher's field. She readied herself and sighed, watching as he readied and threw the ball...and it was at her face.
Chloe barely managed to throw herself out of the way before it hit her.
"Ball!" The umpire yelled behind her.
"Sorry about that." Whitney called over, his lips still in a smirk.
She didn't answer, returning to position and tightening her grip on the bat...and this time the ball was aimed for her stomach.
The blonde tripped and fell flat on her ass as she tried to avoid it.
Snickers and laughter rose from the students around them.
"Ball!" The umpire yelled.
It seemed more like attempted murder to Chloe, but she said nothing as Whitney chuckled and readied to throw the ball once more.
Oh, how she'd love to remove that smirk from his face!
Whitney pitched the ball and this time it was true...Chloe drew back the bat and swung...none more shocked than her when she actually hit the ball...and it flew back to hit Whitney Fordman right in the nuts.
Down went the cocky blonde, crying out in agony.
The cheerleaders were crying out in horror, except for Lana, who indeed looked worried but her wide eyes were on Chloe, and there was a small hint of a smile on her ruby lips.
Greg was bursting out laughing like a hyena, not at all worried about his friend, who was still groaning in agony on the ground.
Pete leaned over Whitney, an expression of sympathy on his face.
Clark was watching Chloe, giving her an indescribable look.
She turned her back on him and raised her eyebrow at the umpire. "Do I still have to go around or is this game over?"
Her dad had yet to realize that she wasn't friends with Clark and Pete anymore, god bless his oblivious soul.
Gabe Sullivan was a wonderful father who loved her and respected her need for independence. He was proud of her, had her pictures all over his office, and all of his colleagues swore that all he did at work was sing her praises. The man had every issue of the Torch she'd ever published and kept them in mint condition. He thought the sun revolved around her and that she could do nothing wrong. It was probably due to the fact that he lived at work that helped him keep such an angelic portrait of her in his mind, and she loved him for it. He tried to be there for her, tried to do the "womanly talks" he felt she needed, and was the best father in the world in her opinion.
And to be truthful she loved the fact that he was dedicated to his job and spent most of the day (and night) there.
That way he didn't know half the shit she got into.
"Don't worry dad, I'm going to spend the rest of the night watching George Clooney movies." Chloe promised, cradling the home phone between her cheek and neck, as she put on her combat boots. "Yeah, Clark and Pete are bringing the popcorn and chocolate. They swear I'm going to turn them gay." She stood and gazed at her reflection before reaching for lipgloss and putting it on. "I'll let them know that the guest rooms are always available for them should they wish to sleep over. I know daddy." She smiled. "I love you too." Hanging up, the blonde threw the home phone on the bed and grabbed her backpack, heading out of her room and down the stairs.
Grabbing her keys on the way out, Chloe locked the house and threw her bag into her car, sliding in and starting the engine. She drove off, eyes on the road and hand shuffling through her bag until she found her cell, searching Van's number and texting him letting him know that she was on her way, before throwing her phone onto her bag and paying full attention to the road, the radio having turned on with the engine.
There were some reports of strange lights being seen and strange noises being heard from a certain part of the forest and she was going to check it out. It could be nothing, or it could be some sort of drug deal, or if she was lucky it was something even better than a drug deal. Maybe there was a government experimentation going on or something. All she knew was that she'd been hearing rumors and she wanted to find out what in the world was going on in the woods-and she wanted photographic proof to back up her print.
But by the time she'd made it to the meet-up site she'd received a message that'd stated that Van had been grounded for something that was "so not his fault" and that meant she was on her own. Great. A part of her wanted to chicken out and go back home but the other part of her was stronger, and she reached in her bag and pulled out her camera, which thankfully had night-vision.
Her father was just too awesome for words, honestly.
Locking her car and pulling on one of her backpack's straps, Chloe held the camera up, waiting for the night-vision to come up before smiling and proceeding forwards. She had extra batteries so she could splurge using it as a flash-light of sorts, making her way towards where the students who camped said there'd been disturbances.
"It better not be other students getting it on." She grumbled to herself, having experienced that let down far too many times during her career as a junior investigative journalist.
She continued to walk for the next thirty minutes, going deeper and deeper into the woods, while making sure to not get lost. The blonde saw various night creatures, especially owls, but other than that the woods were dead. Boringly so. Not even in a creepy way. In a way she was glad that Van wasn't here because she didn't want anyone else to see what a letdown this whole trip had been. She was about to turn around for forget about everything when something moving a bit in front of her caught her eye.
Narrowing her green orbs, Chloe gazed at the screen, making out the body of a man, probably in his thirties. He seemed alone in a clearing up ahead, but then almost instantly three more people emerged from the shadows and came towards him. They were talking too low for her to get what they were saying, but their body language proved that they were tense and on the alert. They kept looking around them as they talked, obviously not wanting anyone to know they were there.
This could be a drug deal.
Her night might not have been a total failure after-all!
Pressing the zoom button Chloe tried to get a better view of the people in the group but it was hard to distinguish them in the darkness and from this distance. To get anything that could be usable, both visually and audio, she'd have to get closer. That could prove tricky considering that those people were already on the alert, but there wasn't a situation that would intimidate Chloe Ann Sullivan into running away with her tail between her legs when there was a story in the making. So as she made her way slowly and carefully towards the group, she reminded herself that one day situations like these would be the difference between that beloved Pulitzer or not.
And dammit, she was gonna get that Pulitzer!
Those were the first words she could pick up the group...who were wearing...hooded cloaks?
Green eyes narrowed as she crouched down, zooming in as much as her camera would let her, still not able to pierce through the darkness of the hoods which covered the faces.
What the hell were they talking about?
Chloe looked around her with the night vision.
Could she get any closer?
No, she couldn't get any closer without giving away her presence.
She hated only getting bits and pieces of what was being said...because the parts she could get sounded hella interesting!
That's what she wanted to know.
What was going on?
And why was it that that "here" had caused the others to grow so agitated and worried?
Seriously, what the hell were they talking about?
Then as once the group separated, each going their own way, disappearing into the woods.
Chloe stayed where she was crouched, hidden, frowning into the darkness.
What the hell had she just witnessed?