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The New Circle 35B/? 
24th-May-2013 07:42 pm
The New Circle (Part 2)
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...
Rating: T
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.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!

"I still can't believe we managed to get out of the country without even a passport," Pete whispered, gazing around him in utter fascination, feeling very much out of place considering the fact that he didn't know the language being spoken all around him.

"You've just got to know the right spells to use on the right people." Lana was obviously pleased with herself, eyes wide in glee as she wrapped herself around his arm as they walked down the street. "I've always wanted to come here, even before I knew that the Thoreaux came from France."

It was a good thing too, because if neither of them spoke French then they'd be in a pickle now, but Lana seemed to know enough for them to get around and do what they needed to do.

"I know we're here on unofficial business..." Lana nibbled on her bottom lip before turning her hazels on Pete. "But can we sightsee as well?"

He didn't see the difference having some fun would do. It wasn't as if they could go get what they wanted and leave immediately anyway. "Wanna start with the Eiffel Tower?"

"Yes!" Lana grinned before giving a little excited squeal and pressing up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Pete felt a dark blush cover his skin as he cleared his suddenly dry throat. "Uh, um, yeah. Let's go!"

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"What was going on in there between the two of you?" Diana asked when she found herself alone with Cassie, gaze going to the kitchen where Chloe and Whitney were before returning her gaze back to Cassie. "She seemed weird, off. What did you say to her?"

"Nothing, we were just talking." Cassie felt defensive, folding her arms over her chest. "You're acting like I'm the bad guy here."

"That's not true." Diana narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, it is." Cassie motioned to the door before storming out, leave Diana no choice but to follow after, closing the front door behind them as they secluded themselves in the front lawn, voices low and hissed. "I'm not the one who nearly killed everyone the other day you know! If there's anyone whose motives you should be worried about it's hers! She nearly killed you!"

"That wasn't her fault!" Diana hissed right back. "She didn't try to kill me of her own free will!"

Cassie took a step back as if she'd been hit, looking away. "This is about what happened the day we killed John, isn't it?"

Diana looked away, licking her lips.

"This is about the fact that I tried killing you." Cassie took in a deep breath. "It was the only way that I could think of to activate your dark magic, Diana. I didn't really want you dead. I was just-"

"Activating the darkness in me that I would have preferred to be dead than to have." Diana hated the fact that she'd snapped that, because she really could understand Cassie's reasoning, she could, but that didn't mean she had to be okay with it. "I get that you needed me dark so we could stop John and save the others, I get that, Cassie. But you have to understand that I didn't know what was going on and all I knew was that you were going to kill me and I knew that you weren't going to stop."

"I couldn't," Cassie whispered. "If I hadn't been cold and proved to your dark magic that I'd kill you – it wouldn't have activated because you were keeping such a heavy lid on it!"

"I have nightmares of it," Diana finally admitted, letting out a long sigh. "Of you killing me."

Cassie went pale. "Diana..."

"Cassie, you're my friend, my sister and I love you." She tightened her hands into fists at her side, feeling bad for what she was about to say but knowing she needed to finally say it, they needed to finally confront what had happened. "But I don't trust you."

Cassie's green eyes widened and teared up as she took in a deep breath and nodded, licking her lips. "I understand – you – I deserve that for what I did. But Diana, you're my sister. I love you and I want you to be a part of my life. You're the only family I have left."

"But I'm not." Diana wondered why Cassie was having trouble seeing that. "We have a sister and three brothers." She gave a little tremulous smile at that. "We're not alone anymore. We have family, bloodkin." She took a step towards Cassie. "I want to meet our brothers, I want to understand myself better. I never wanted my Balcoin magic to be activated but it is now, for better or for worse, and I feel that I'll have a better chance at understanding it and hopefully controlling it here."

Cassie swallowed, lowering her gaze. "You're not coming back to Chance Harbor with us, are you?"

Diana sighed and finally reached out, hugging her sister and pulling her closer.

Cassie just held on tightly, silently.

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"You're always hungry," Chloe complained as she headed towards the pantry to get him one of the bags of chips she'd started buying since the Circle started hanging out at her house more and more.

"I'm a growing boy," Whitney defended, sitting on the island like Cassie had been earlier. "Plus, I'm a Quarterback and Coach Teague mightn't be a brutal taskmaster like Coach Arnold was, but don't think he's letting us slack up on what remains of the football field."

"Of course not," a new voice interrupted as Jason entered the kitchen. "My reputation's on the line you know."

Chloe nearly tripped in surprise, twirling around, bag of chips in her hands. "Chips?"

He eyed them before shaking his head, lips twitching. "I'll pass."

"They were mine anyway," Whitney reminded her, catching the bag when she threw it at him. "So Coach, you think we'll be ready for the game Friday?"

"I think so." Jason leaned against the counter. "You guys-"

Chloe went to close the pantry when a clawed hand appeared from out of nowhere and yanked her inside, slamming the door shut between them before everything went dark.

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Davis knew that this wasn't the moment to think about himself – they had a finger each from Oliver and Tess on cryopreserve to point out that there were more important things going on at the moment – but he just couldn't help feeling more and more that he was being left out. He could easily do what he had to do in Smallville where Lex and Jason were and yet Lex wanted him to stay where he was in Metropolis. It made him feel that something was going on and they didn't trust him. It annoyed him full-heartedly and he was more than a little resentful. Jason had only half-listened to his complaints when he'd been here the other day, his thoughts obviously on Lex and the Firstborn's little date.

Damn it, Davis wanted to be more in the loop.

He didn't even know what the Firstborn looked like!

All he knew was that her name was Chloe, that she was apparently blonde (due to Jason vaguely answering Davis' question about her by calling her a "tiny blonde firecracker") and that she was turning seventeen soon. That was all.

Why exactly was he being kept in the dark like this?

Davis' phone rang, the man lowering his gaze to the ID and frowning when he saw Marx's number.

What did he want?

Narrowing his eyes warily, Davis answered the call and brought it to his hear. "Davis Bloom."

"I know who this is," Marx grumbled into his ear. "I've got some news for you that you're going to find most interesting."

"About what?" He didn't trust Marx not to have found out that Jason was the one who'd caused the trouble at Crouch End and that this was some sort of trap.

"John Balcoin."

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"Did you feel that?" Diana whispered to Cassie, having felt a rush of power racing through from the house.

"What was that?" Cassie whispered back as they pulled away.

Sharing a look, the sisters turned and raced towards the house.

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"So how are things going here?" she wanted to know, throwing herself onto the couch next to Mikhail.

"Boring." He pouted, not even looking up from the laptop he was using to run his gambling operation. "The redhead fainted from pain and the blonde started talking. I think he thought she'd died and he was just so relieved to realize she was still alive that he just started talking so Trent would stop. Trent wasn't happy. He was having fun."

"I can imagine." She smirked, shaking her head. "He enjoys what he does way too much."

Mikhail shrugged, typing something into the keyboard. "So what about you? Was your mission successful?"

"Was it ever." She smirked.

Mikhail froze, gaze finally raising from the screen. "You've found the Firstborn?"

She smirked, turning her hand palm-up. With a shake of her charmed bracelet a holographic image rose from her palm of a pretty blonde showing her something on the map, hints of the Balcoin symbols on both hands peeking with her different moves as she held the map down with one hand and motioned with the other.

Mikhail slammed his laptop's lid down hard, eyes widening. "The Firstborn really is a girl?"

She grinned brightly, quite pleased with herself. "They thought they were keeping her so well hidden, but the fact that they were there just made it obvious that the Firstborn was as well. And now we know who she is."

"You've got to let the others know, now." Mikhail motioned towards a large red door.

"I always end up doing all the work." And yet she was smirking as she rose from the couch and sauntered towards the door.

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"I can't feel any residual magic," Moira whispered, turning around in the pantry over and over again, sniffing, apparently her wolfy senses giving her some wicked powers.

Diana paced the floor opposite Gabe. It would have been amusing if it weren't so worrying.

"This must be Trial related." Lex leaned against the pantry's door, arms folded over his chest.

"I thought the Trials were a group effort?" Jason frowned from where he stood next to Whitney. "That's why Balcoin made the deal with our parents, because he needed a strong group to help him through his Trials."

"Not everything is group related," Gabe finally spoke up, although he didn't stop pacing. "John said that the Trials were never the same for each person, but that they all have a mixture of group and solo tests. He told me that the introductory test, the "Warm up", was a solo test."

"So we're assuming that she's doing her Warm Up?" Whitney made a face.

"That doesn't make any sense," Diana disagreed, shaking her head. "All of her other tests have taken place where she is. They've all been integrated with things that were happening to her already at that time."

"Well, I don't know much about this situation," Jake spoke from where he was standing with a thoughtful expression on his face. "But I do know about tests and initiations." He licked his lips. "I-I used to work for the Witch-Hunters."

Everyone not from his Circle turned to look at him in horror or disgust.

"The point I'm making is that there were a series of tests that had to be completed to become initiated into their ranks." Jake was obviously growing more and more uncomfortable. "Some we didn't know were tests until we ultimately failed or passed them, while others were explained to be tests from the very start. There were different scenarios."

"So it's still very plausible that whatever happened to her is Trial related then." Adam really didn't get this whole concept but he did know that he would help in any way that he could because if Chloe didn't pass she wouldn't survive it – and no one knew exactly who the Secondborn was. It could be Diana. It could mean that Diana would be the next to have to go through these life or death tests.

"That's still not comforting." Moira gave a little growl as she finally emerged from the pantry.

"At least she was the only one who was taken." When she noticed the looks she was receiving for that comment Cassie hurried to explain. "It means that it's a solo test, as in she can pass this without any other help. Plus, she's got the bonus of Francis Balcoin's magic in her. I'm sure everything's going to be fine."

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There was nothing but darkness everywhere.

Her heart raced in fear, not understanding what had happened or where she was, but Chloe knew that being terrified wouldn't help her. She took in a deep breath as she outstretched her hand, palms up. "Air around me, grant me light." The large orbs of light appeared and levitated over her palm before rising higher into the air and growing larger, brighter, revealing the fact that she seemed to be in some sort of throne room in a castle.

The place was dark and shadowed, the windows were blocked and the air stagnant, almost as if fresh air hadn't circulated through these halls in a very long time. There were cobweb covered statues and portraits around her, as well as weapons.

There was also a huge gothic looking throne right in front of her. The cobwebs and dust weren't able to fully hide the runes and other magical symbols engraved on the wood, or the rubies and other sorts of gems embedded within.

Chloe gulped, looking around her, trying to find a door and yet unable to see any. The walls were all smoothly flat, and while she couldn't make out exactly what it was, the room was not at all in the normal square or rectangle shape. There were symbols engraved on the floors and walls and ceilings everywhere and it was only then that Chloe realized she was standing on a large one – the Balcoin symbol.

Stumbling off of the symbol, Chloe brought a hand to her chest as her magics began to work inside of her, churning. She brought her hand from her chest to hold it in front of her, watching the way her symbols glowed in a throbbing way before sending a surge of power through her body and then into the ground through her feet, her magic connecting with the symbol, lighting it up. In fast succession the magic and light bled from the large Balcoin symbols to all of the others, lighting up the room and leaving her orb of light useless.

Chloe recalled it back into her palm and looked around her in awe.

Where was she?

"You must be wondering where you are."

Chloe twirled around to see that copy of herself with the snake eyes, the one Whitney called Scales. "Were you the one who brought me here?" She remembered the frightening hand that'd yanked her through.

"Of course not, I'm just here to welcome you to your first official test," Scales replied, eyeing the place critically. "You, my dear little reflection, are honored to find yourself in Francis Balcoin's throne room – or its dormant state at least. He was the only one who could enter or leave this place. It's only during the Firstborn Trials that we're able to pass through without invitation and that's only because of the presence of the Firstborn-the potential new Soul."

"Francis Balcoin had a throne room?" Chloe's eyes widened, wondering about the mention of her soul.

"He thought of himself as a king. Others did too I suppose." Scales pursed her lips as she ran her fingers over some symbols and then flicked at the dirt disapprovingly. "Your first test is an easy one, one to ease you into the others, warm you up." She returned her attention to Chloe. "Escape this room before the magical traps kill you." And with that she vanished.

Chloe looked around her and took in a deep breath, not seeing anything that looked even remotely like a trap – which brought her fear rearing its ugly head once more. "Right. Easy."

25th-May-2013 03:19 am (UTC)
Poor Chloe she can't even get a breather between those trials.
can't wait for more
26th-May-2013 03:00 pm (UTC)
Not at all!!!
25th-May-2013 07:49 pm (UTC)
made my day again, your update..;) thanks
did i say i don't like Cassie.....
26th-May-2013 03:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks! That's good to hear!
Cassie wasn't a very likable character imho, though I'm trying not to make her too unlikable!
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