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.
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"What are we going to do about the dead witches?" Chloe wanted to know as she followed Lex towards the front door, eyebrow raised. "People are not going to-"
He stopped her with a calm "leave that in my hands".
She eyed him before nodding, the blonde waiting for him to open the front door before slipping outside and turning towards him, holding her hand out between them stiffly. "Let's hope we don't kill each other before the Trials are over."
His lips twitched in amusement (she seemed to amuse him a lot) and turned her hand around before he brought it to his lips in a kiss. "It's not going to be boring."
She frowned at him, eyes narrowed slightly. "This whole gentleman thing of yours isn't winning me over. I'm not a regency novel protagonist, a mere shake will do." She tightened her grip on his hand and pulled on it before giving it a couple of shakes before trying to let go, only to find his grip tight. "What?"
Lex's gaze was locked over her head at something, his eyes narrowed somewhat, something obviously bothering him, before his blues lowered to her face. "This wouldn't be an ambush, would it?"
"What?" The blonde turned, finding a white wolf sitting on the hood of Lex's limousine, eyes glowing, obviously pissed. "I didn't tell her I was coming here. Just let me deal with this." She shrugged off his hold and motioned distractedly towards the door. "Go on." The blonde then hurried down the steps towards the limousine. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
The white wolf snarled, jumping off of the front of the limousine, the sound of her claws messing up the paint job painful.
"I don't speak wolf."
The wolf shook its head before its skin began to ripple, heat coming off of her in visible waves.
Chloe turned her head away, bringing a hand to cover her face, and when the heat died away and she looked back, she was staring at her mother, who was naked except for the pelt around her.
"You foolish girl," Moira snapped, storming towards her, fingers still somewhat claw-like in her fury.
"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked once more, ignoring the scold. "You're supposed to be at home looking after your husband."
"I'm looking after my daughter. I knew you'd do something foolish just to "prove" your control over your own life, but don't you get that you're playing right into their hands? His hands?" Moira snapped, throwing her arm out towards the Mansion. "You made a deal with him. With him!"
"Can Lionel Luthor drain my Dark Magic from me?" Chloe could see the way her mother's eyes widened. "Well? Can he?"
Moira finally nodded, pulling her pelt around her harder. "Yes." Those clear eyes went to the house angrily before returning to her. "But so can he."
"What do you think he was doing the night of the attack? That distinctive purple colored magic he used?" Moira grumbled, letting out a harsh breath as she ran her hand over her face. "It's a rare ability that only an elite few Luthors have ever inherited throughout their family history, but Lionel did and so did Lex. It's one of the reasons why your father went to Lionel's Circle for help and not any other."
Chloe felt so very naive at that moment, taking a step back.
Moira sighed, hanging her head before staring up, the harsh expression gone from her face and replaced with tiredness. "What was the deal?"
Chloe's gaze lowered slightly. "He'll help me through the Trials and I let him research my ability to enthrall other witches."
There was a pause and then Moira sighed once more. "It's not that bad of a deal actually, I was afraid you'd bound yourself." Her lightest of blue eyes trained on the mansion behind her daughter before going to the blonde. "I know you don't trust me and I know I shouldn't really expect otherwise, but I need you to understand that I have your best in mind more than he does. More than any of them do. I'm your mother and even if I can't express it properly and even if you never believe it, I do only want the best for you." She raised her chin, gaze hard. "And I'll be the biggest bitch and make you hate me for the rest of my life if that means it'll help you."
Chloe stood there, unable to look at her mother, swallowing down the lump of frustration and emotion lodged in her throat. She didn't know what to say or how to react, pushing back the sting of tears and refusing to show weakness to anyone who might be watching. Every little girl wanted a mother who loved her and protected her, someone to look up to, but while these were the words had always desperately wanted to hear she still didn't know if she could trust this woman.
She wasn't sure she should trust Diana.
She loved her father and she knew he'd die for her, but he'd lied and kept so much from her that she couldn't blindly trust him either.
Clark was her friend, had always been and she loved him dearly, but he'd let her down in the past.
Greg – he was funny and she liked him, but she didn't know him well enough to be able to say she could truly trust him.
A blind person could see that she couldn't trust Lex or Jason or anyone else from their Circle.
Who did that leave her with?
The star on her palm tingled and the blonde licked her lips as she turned her hand in such a way that she could stare at the star, her fingers rubbing against it.
A sports car drove up the long winding driveway.
"So now that we've decided we're all going to have to work together no matter who doesn't like it, I'd like to point out that while I do have the ability to drain, I have no intention of using it against her," a voice declared behind Chloe. The blonde turned around to see that, while she'd heard a door closing, Lex hadn't gone in, instead leaning against the closed door watching them intently.
The car door opened and Jason slid out, looking between everyone in silent appraisal of the situation.
"And why not?" Moira, having apparently known Lex was there the whole time, narrowed her gaze on him, ignoring Jason's arrival. "Why not just suck out her dark magic and appropriate it for your own?"
"Because she's worth more to me alive." Lex was blunt and to the point, speaking as if about some sort of object and not the living, breathing girl standing right in front of him. "My father is a great man, but I have a greater vision than he does. She's not just a well of dark magic that needs to be sucked dry." Lex pushed away from the door, eyes never leaving her mother's. "She can enthrall witches – a power that would not be transferred over to whoever took her powers from her. She's smart and notices things that a girl her age shouldn't – that Wall of Weird she compiled, the information – she's a fellow scientist that I believe I can work alongside. She's also the first female Firstborn in centuries, and the thought of being able to actually study her and her magical growth is fascinating and exciting. As is the thought of participating, and thus knowing more about, the Balcoin Trials." He smirked. "And let's be honest. She's attractive. I only have one other female in my Circle and she's my half sister; I need Eye Candy."
Chloe rolled her eyes, realizing he was just riling her mother up.
Jason slammed his car door closed, leaning against it, folding his arms over his chest.
"I don't trust you or your intentions." Moira pointed her hand at Lex.
"And I don't think your trust is important," Lex replied easily. "Hers is the only one that matters to me."
As those two argued and sent verbal insults and barbs at each other, Chloe's gaze slid towards Jason, meeting his hazel gaze. She gulped, flashes of that kiss in the Torch shooting electricity down to the pit of her stomach… and then Jason looked away and refused to look back at her.
Damn. Getting rejected again was just as harsh as the first time.
Gulping back the desire to cry in frustration, Chloe clenched her fists before turning towards the mansion, storming towards it.
Lex and Moira both stopped their bickering, watching her movement.
"I lied." Chloe took the steps rapidly.
"About what exactly?" Lex wanted to know, half intrigued and half wary.
Chloe's answer was to reach him and yank the unprepared witch down viciously with a tug at his expensive shirt, their lips meeting quite abruptly. Barely keeping their teeth from clashing at the unexpected kiss, Chloe tilted her head to the side and tried pushing Jason out of her mind as she moved her lips against Lex's. She fought the image of Jason against her, kissing her, instead concentrating on Lex, on his smell and the touch of his hand against her cheek as his other arm went around her body, pulling her close against him as he returned the kiss.
His taste was familiar, alcohol and bitterness, and Chloe gasped as images of the first man she'd kissed in Crouch's End flashed before her eyes. Lex swallowed her gasp as he kissed her deeper, his grip on her tightening.
What were the chances of her having kissed these two guys out of all of the ones that'd been there?
Chloe's eyes flew open, finding his closed in concentration as he kissed her, trying to put the image she had a of Lex Luthor with the utterly heartbroken drunkard who'd asked her questions on life after death.
She'd felt so sorry for that faceless, nameless guy and the loss he was feeling and her heart hurt a little in confusion. That guy hadn't known who she was, he wouldn't have had a reason to put up a front for her sympathy. In fact, he'd been just as much a victim during that kiss as she had...
Chloe's grip on his shirt loosened, her hand trailing up softly before resting over his heartbeat, assuring herself that he had one, he was human despite everything.
Suddenly the door behind Lex opened and they fell through, hitting the opposite wall, Lex's back taking the brunt of the blow as the door slammed shut behind them, locking both Jason and Moira out.
Chloe and Lex stood pressed together, both taking in deep breaths as they gazed into each other's faces, shock obvious on both of their expressions.
She shook her head to his answer.
Lex cleared his throat, licking his lips. "I-You haven't-It didn't work."
For a moment she was a little hazy as to what he was saying and then her eyes widened. "Right." She made a little face. "You sure?"
"I'm sure." There was a hint of disappointment in his tone as he eyed her. "Why didn't it work?"
"I don't know. I'm still new at this whole zombifying thing."
"Enthralling," he corrected and yet his lips twitched with obvious amusement.
"We might, uh, have to give it another go." And she blushed realizing what she was saying.
His lips continued twitching with devilish amusement. "The sacrifices one has to make for science."
Her lips parted in a soundless cry of outrage, slugging his shoulder quite unladylike.
Lex's only answer was to swoop down and capture her lips once more, turning them around so that she was the one pressed against the wall.
Unlike their kiss outside, Chloe wasn't forcing herself to keep her mind on the kiss, said mind going hazy with pleasure as Lex pinned her there, his hands on each side of her head and his lips working masterfully over hers. She reached behind her, grasping at the wall for some sort of support, pleasure rippling through her body like waves as she tilted her head upwards to grant him better access.
Lex's hands went from the wall on each side of her head to clench in her hair as he leaned into her, taking the kiss deeper.
It was hard to breathe, hard to think, a buzzing sound loud in her ear.
Lex tore his lips from hers, breathing heavily.
Chloe kept her head tilted upwards, her eyes remaining closed, feeling the flush all over her face and neck. "What about now?" She leaned hard against the wall, her chest rising and falling heavily with her erratic breaths. "Still nothing?"
"It seems…. that we… have a problem." He gave a little groan as he leaned forward once more, resting his forehead on the wall next to her head.
Her eyes flew open, the blonde gulping, hands pressing harder against the wall. "Maybe it's performance anxiety?" She suddenly felt like she was suffering some sort of sexual impotence. "Maybe I'm just nervous because I'm trying to? I've never actually tried to before."
"Might be." His voice sounded odd, but then again the wall was muffling it. "Are you sure you're trying to enthrall me? That this isn't some attempt to-?"
This seemed like a challenge, like he was saying she wasn't trying hard enough, and damn it, everything in Chloe's nature was competitive. She reached up for his cheek and brought his face towards her, intent on kissing the living hell out of him... when she noticed his eyes. Hers widened as she whispered, "Why are your eyes glowing purple?"
"What?" He pulled away and stormed down the hall, coming towards the first reflective surface he could find, sure enough his eyes were glowing the same purple his hands had the night of the battle.
A dark dread filled her stomach. "Are you trying to drain me?"
"What? No." He glared at her before returning his gaze to his reflection. "This- This has never happened before. I don't know what this is."
It was the slight steel in his words that convinced her, the blonde moving towards him, giving him a little look over. "It's just your eyes, not your hands."
"I've never-" He shook his head, running his hand over it in an obvious sign of agitation. "Did you do something to me?"
"I think we've both agreed I've done nothing." She recognized the resentment in that and blinked, surprised at herself.
"Or maybe-maybe it's my magic that's…" Lex looked thoughtful as he turned towards her. "Did you know that there were supposedly only six original witch families? No one knows how or why but Dabblers popped up afterwards, as did other witches, but originally there were only six."
"Are you telling me the Balcoins are one of the six?"
"As are the Luthors." Lex was staring at her with wonderment in his eyes, a slow smile making up his features. "Each family had their own special ability that only a chosen few of their bloodline ever inherited."
"Like my ability to enthrall and your ability to drain people?" Chloe's eyes widened, realizing what he was getting at and being infected with his awe and excitement.
Lex nodded before eyeing her in fascination. "I'm going to try something." And with that, he reached out and curled his hand around her neck, his thumb caressing her skin softly as he stared into her eyes, his still glowing purple.
Chloe breathed in and out, staring at those eyes, fascinated by their color and glow.
Lex's eyes widened, his lips parting.
Almost as if in a trance, almost as if someone else was in control, Chloe reached out her hand to his cheek, turning her hand to trail her fingers down the side of his neck.
The color in those eyes intensified, as did the brightness of the glow.
Her breathing was growing erratic once more.
So was his.
Chloe didn't know who moved first but somehow she was in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as she kissed Lex, his hand still curled around her neck.
As her eyes slipped closed to the image of Lex's closed eyelids still betraying the shining purple light behind them, Chloe could feel the pink and purple clash and explode like a bomb, rippling out and causing the whole mansion to tremble beneath their feet. Somehow during the explosion they'd managed to slide down the wall so that she was straddling his lap, Lex's hands going to hers and pinning them above her on the wall as he kissed her deeper, explosions of light going off in the house like fireworks.
She forced her eyes open, seeing the pink glow to the hands he had around hers… and when her gaze landed on the reflection off of a vase with one of the hundred arrangement of flowers they received daily from Potter's Potts… she found purple orbs staring back at her. It was almost as if they'd swapped colors, his hands glowing her pink and her eyes glowing his purple.
And then… and then it was gone and the door kicked open, Jason and Moira stepping inside, freezing at what they saw.
Lex dropped his hold on her wrists, his hands not glowing anymore as he stared at Chloe in confusion and utter delight, fascination in his every feature as he gazed at her. "That was unexpected."
To say the least!
Chloe could feel her blush growing again as she stared into his face before stumbling onto her feet and pulling away. "I, uh, have somewhere I need to be." With that, she turned and stormed past Jason and Moira outside of the mansion, hugging herself as she bypassed the limousine and continued walking down the path. Everything was running through her head at a dizzying pace, each kiss, each reaction, the explosion of colors rocking through her like some sort of… of... "Oh boy."
She couldn't enthrall Lex and he couldn't drain her.
That should have simplified things.
The blonde brought her hand to her lips, shaking her head as her face heated up in a blush.