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The New Circle 70/? 
24th-Jul-2013 08:00 pm
The Secret Circle Part Three smaller

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!
A/N: Somehow I lost this chapter and had to rewrite it-and I have a HORRIBLE memory… *facepalm* …I'm hoping I have not forgotten to add anything important!

When Chloe awoke, it was five in the afternoon and she wasn't alone in bed. She didn't know if it was the sleeping pills or her utter tiredness that had her so sleepy and dulled, but she didn't react as quickly or as violent as she would have normally had she awoken with someone else lying on the bed. Instead, the blonde merely opened her eyes and blinked away the sleepiness, a little surprised to see Cassie lying on her stomach, reading a book titled: The Fury, written by someone called L. J. Smith. It seemed to be part of a series.

The older blonde yawned, stretching, inadvertently giving away the fact that she was awake.

Snapping the book closed, Cassie slowly sat up in bed Indian Style, eyeing Chloe curiously. "How are you feeling?"

"I should be asking you that." Chloe gave a tired little smile as she sat up as well. "How's the rib?"

"Painkillers are my new best friend, but at least the swelling has gone down, although I have a killer bruise." Cassie gave a crooked smile.

"Sorry to hear that about the bruise and pain." Chloe sighed. "How's the book?"

"Vampires, romance, the usual." Cassie shrugged, not seeming highly impressed with it so far it would seem. "Sorry for invading your space by the way. Things were just kind of crowded downstairs and, I don't know, I-" She paused, shaking her head. "It was stupid. I don't really know why I was reading in here when I have my own room."

Chloe reached out and placed her hand on Cassie's shoulder. "It's cool. I don't mind."

Cassie gave her a little smile before shaking her head and pulling a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "So, Mikhail is bitching nonstop because Greg's taking his place in the ball tonight due to the fact that he can't stand more than five minutes without getting dizzy and has to sit back down. Though if you ask me I think his vanity won't let him abide being in public while having such a huge and ugly bump on his forehead." She looked far from sympathetic to her brother's plight. "The good thing is that Greg's basically around his size so the clothes we got for Mikhail should fit him."

"Speaking of your little shopping spree, I haven't had time to actually see what you guys picked out for me." Chloe gave her youngest sister a sleepy smile.

"Yeah, about that, we had help." Cassie made a face. "Julian Luthor help."

Chloe blinked. "It's interesting how he has a way of popping in during certain circumstances."

Cassie shrugged.

Running fingers through her hair, Chloe finally asked the real question that'd been on her mind. "How are the boys and Diana?"

"Everyone's fine, I guess. Mikhail and Lucas returned to bed. Byron…" Cassie sighed. "Diana and Adam are with him. He won't talk to anyone. I think he thinks we hate him or something. You should probably talk to him."

Chloe nodded, pushing off from the bed. "You need to be lying flat for your ribs." She headed towards the bathroom to brush her teeth before she went downstairs. "You can stay here and continue reading if you like."

Cassie pulled a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled softly. "Thanks."

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"I'm shocked that none of you invited the Balcoin Firstborn to the dance," Tess declared as she went to stand next to her brother on the balcony, staring out as the party planners readied for the ball that would be taking place in a couple of hours. "Especially considering the fact that she's basically the Face That Launched A Thousand Ships, fandom ships at least."

He eyed her curiously, obviously not getting her nerdy references.

"Never mind." Rolling her eyes, Tess sighed as she stared down at some movers. "What's wrong, Lex?"

Lex's gaze followed the poor unfortunate souls having to back around the frozen swan sculpture. "This ball, it just goes to prove that father was lying to all of us, that what we've lost – Patty and her father – all of it was for nothing."

Tess' gaze went to the scar around her finger that would forever remind her about her time in captivity. "He must have had a reason, Lex. You know our bastard of a father. He never does anything unless he has a very good reason for it."

He had to have a good reason.

If Tess found out she'd gone through all she had for nothing – she might finally break.

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"Stop it already, it's embarrassing." And yet Lucas was leaning into the touch as Chloe checked out the lump on his forehead, which was thankfully much smaller than it had been the night before.

"In a day or so the swelling will go down," Chloe decided, finally releasing her grip on his chin. "Keep putting ice on it though."

"Yes, mom," Lucas smart mouthed.

She didn't even react this time, instead turning her attention on Mikhail, who was much more silent throughout her ministrations as she soft brushed his hair out of his face so she could get a better look at his lump. "This one looks better than Lucas'." She grinned. "It's probably because he's got such a big head anyway."

"Hey!" Lucas cried out in mock insult.

Mikhail chuckled, amused with his friend getting back some of his own medicine, before his dark orbs went to Chloe once more. "I'm fine."

"When do you have to take your next dose of pain killers?" she asked softly.

"An hour," he replied dutifully, not used to this sort of mothering and pampering or how to react to it.

"Make sure you take it."

"Yes, mom." He tried for Lucas' cheeky little title.

Chloe's lips twitched in amusement. "Not you too." And yet she laughed as she shook her head before her gaze landed on the door to the basement. "Have you guys gone in to see him?"

"He isn't talking to any of us." Faye finally spoke from where she was drinking a Pepsi.

Taking in a deep breath, obviously worried about the state she'd find their brother in, Chloe patted Mikhail's shoulder and gave him one last little smile before making her way towards the door and Byron.

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"I refuse to have you attending this ball without a date," Genevieve Teague declared, hands on her hips, used to getting her way and not about to stop now as she glared at him. "There must be at least onehalfway decent woman in this mediocre little town."

"None you'd approve of, I'm sure." Jason didn't look up from Lex's Bible, Sun Tzu's The Art of War. During the time he'd spent bedridden, the sandy-blonde had asked to borrow the book and had finally read it, trying to figure out why Lex kept re-reading it over and over again, especially during his hardest of times. Surprisingly enough, Jason found an appreciation for the text as well, finding a cove of knowledge embedded in those pages and had already finished the book, finding himself rereading the passages that intrigued or spoke to him the most.

"Well, that's true. All farmers' daughters." Genevieve sniffed at the very thought. "Janus' daughter was unable to procure a date for herself as well."

"That would be because she's an angry harpy who hates men." Jason turned the page, not bothering to look up.

"She doesn't hate men." His mother rolled her eyes. "She just doesn't put up with their crap and has a strong temperament. I like that in a girl. Plus, she's your age, I'm sure you'll have a lot in common."

Unlike Chloe.

"Who is the Balcoin girl going to go to the ball with anyway?" She wasn't even trying to be subtle about the fact that she'd been referencing the girl in her previous statement. "I would have thought that you would have asked her."

"And why would you think that?" He re-read a sentence because she'd distracted him.

"No reason, dear. Just a mother's intuition, which was obviously wrong." Genevieve made a face at him. "I'll call Janus and let him know that you will be delighted to escort his beloved daughter to the ball tonight."

As always, he bent to his mother's will. "Of course."

"Good boy." Genevieve smiled in satisfaction at having, once more, gotten her way as she sashayed out of the room.

The second the door closed behind her, Jason snapped the book shut, reciting the sentence he'd been re-reading the whole time his mother had been going on and on. "Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and confirms their projections. It settles them into predictable patterns of response, occupying their minds while you wait for the extraordinary moment — that which they cannot anticipate."

His eyes flashed with magic and he smirked, his pupils dilating slightly.

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Byron sat on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest, gaze on his bare feet as he ignored Diana and the shimmer that was Adam. Snippets from the night before, as well as the darkened bruise on Diana's cheek from where he'd backhanded her so hard she'd fallen to the ground, haunted and screamed at him about what sort of monster he was. He hadn't even had the daylight to blame. It was getting worse, even artificial light was affecting him sometimes, which was why his uncle had left him living in perpetual darkness. His stomach went sick at the memory of living in that dungeon, with those shackles, always feeling drained, alone, blind in the darkness and scared.

He didn't want to go back there, he still had nightmares of it, and yet he knew he'd messed up horribly the night before. He'd tried so hard to pretend he was normal, tried to be helpful and nice and do everything he could to prove that he was worth keeping around. He'd done his best not to be a burden, to do anything to be able to stay, to not be sent back. And yet his Dark side had gone and messed up everything.

Diana kept telling him that no one hated him, that they weren't planning on sending him anywhere, but he didn't believe her lies. She was probably just worried that, with the daylight, if she pissed him off, he'd get in an even stronger state than he'd been last night. She was probably keeping him calm until nightfall when they could tranq him and send him back to Uncle Morgan, who could keep better control over the monster that he truly was.

He didn't want to go!

Hugging his knees tighter, Byron's body shook.

Chloe must be so disgusted with him – that must be the real reason why she hadn't come to see him since he'd awoken. Diana said that Chloe was sleeping, tired, but Byron didn't believe it. Chloe was probably questioning herself as to why she'd brought such a feral beast into her house – had put her real family at risk for the abnormality that was Byron Moore. She probably didn't want to see him. Would probably not say goodbye. Wouldn't let him plead his case. Wouldn't give him another chance. And why should she? She'd taken a risk, had freed him from that darkness, and he'd repaid her by damaging the room she'd given him and hurting the people she cared about. Her family. Not his family. He was a monster and monsters didn't have family. They didn't deserve them.

And yet Byron was desperate to hold on, to stay.

Maybe they'd allow him to remain in the basement if he was shackled again. He could beg Chloe. She might give him another chance if she knew that he was properly contained and couldn't hurt anyone again.


The door opened and Byron's gaze jerked up, eyes wide to see Chloe as she descended wordlessly. He lowered his gaze immediately, embarrassment and utter shame filing him. How could he ask for another chance? She'd already given him one. He deserved whatever he got.

But I want to stay...

Chloe reached the bottom of the steps and he could hear her moving towards him.

Please don't send me away!

Byron curled in around himself, hugging his knees so hard, it almost hurt as he closed his eyes tightly, his whole body shivering with repressed emotion.

Please let me stay!

He could feel her standing in front of him, facing him.

Please let me stay with you!

Warm arms encircled him in, what it took him seconds to realize, was a hug, the boy freezing in shock before he felt a soft kiss being pressed against the side of his head.

"Oh, Byron," Chloe whispered, voice shaky as she pressed another kiss to him.

A lump lodged itself in his throat. No one had ever kissed him since his mother's death… No one had ever allowed themselves close enough to him to touch much less…

"It wasn't your fault, we know that." Chloe wasn't letting go, wasn't blaming him; he could feel no anger in her body or her tone. "Please, please calm down."

With a whimper, Byron moved so that he could wrap his arms around her tightly, burying his face in her shirt as the fifteen year old cried.

Please don't send me back!

He held onto her as if to life, disgusted with himself for his trembling, for his desire to beg, to plead when he knew he deserved to go back.

I don't want to leave...

"Byron…" Chloe's voice wavered once more as she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, her hands caressing his hair soothingly. "You're not going anywhere."

He couldn't believe – couldn't believe she would risk the others – not after having seen the monster unchained.

"You don't seem to understand that you're my baby brother," Chloe whispered. "We knew about your Dark personality before you moved in with us. Were we surprised he appeared at night? Yes. But we'll learn from it. It just means I have to try harder to find a way to help you. And I will help you. I promised you I would and I'm not going to stop until you don't have to live your life this way – until you're a normal fifteen year old with normal fifteen year old problems."

His trembling grew worse and worse, Byron holding onto her tighter and tighter, this girl his only anchor as slowly he began to believe, to hope.

You're not going to send me away?

"Listen to me, Byron, okay? Listen closely. I'll tell you this as many times as you need to hear it, but I need you to believe me." Her caresses were so soothing, so lulling. "I know that I'm just a kid as well and hearing this from me can't be all that reassuring, but no matter what you do, I'm going to be here for you. I don't care if you break bones in my body while you're him because you're my little brother and I'm never giving up on you. I might be nothing but a stranger to you right now, but I plan on taking care of you, protecting you, and keeping you safe and happy. This illness you have doesn't make you any less my sibling than any of the others. If anything, it means I'll stick closer to you, overprotect you more." She gave a little dark chuckle. "It's a little funny because my mother was definitely not a role model for me to base myself off of and my father believed in fostering independence in me – but I can already see I'm that overprotective mother who doesn't like to not know where her kids are or what they're doing, to not know if they're safe." She brushed her thumb over the shell of his hair. "And you're my youngest, By. You're the baby of my family."

Do you mean it? Do you really mean it?

"Don't close yourself off from us, okay?" Her voice trembled and she cleared it. "Let us in, Byron. Let me in."

Can I stay with you? Can I really?

"Please let me in."

Finally, slowly, Byron pulled away enough to tilt his head back, gazing up through his tears into his sister's face, her greens fogged over with tears that slowly made their way down her face as she smiled softly down at him. "I don't want to go away."

Chloe's face twisted slightly as a little cry escaped her lips as she cupped his face and kissed his forehead, her tears falling onto his face and bathing him, baptizing him almost. "You're not going anywhere."

Completely breaking, Byron wrapped his arms around her and cried once more, relief unlike any he'd ever felt before coursing through his veins.

He held onto the petite blonde and swore to never ever let go.

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"What game are you playing, Lionel?" Robert Queen slammed his hands down on Lionel's desk, glaring at the leader of his Circle. "You've been lying to us, to your Circle, for years! You told us that John Balcoin had promised you ownership of his Firstborn! You said that we'd have that power under our control! But this ball – it was all a lie! That girl doesn't belong to you! To us!" He slammed his hands down once more. "Why would you lie to us all?"

"I have my reasons, Robert," Lionel assured him tranquilly, not appearing to be bothered by the outburst. "I will impart these reasons to you after tonight's ball."

"Everything with you is lies and intrigue." Robert glared, visibly barely keeping control over his emotions. "We are your Circle, Lionel! We have been for over forty years now! Why would you keep us in the dark over this? Why would you trust John Balcoin and not us? Why would you mislead us the way you have?" Try as he did, he couldn't understand it, couldn't think of any reason that would excuse the man for his behavior. "We've lost Virgil and Lex lost Patricia. For what? For a lie!" He shook his head in disgust, in incomprehension. "How could you tell us that would make up for what everyone has suffered because of your lies?"

"It will. That and so much more," Lionel promised him serenely. "I understand your frustration, friend. I will not hold this against you as you do not know the truth of the matter. But once it is clarified, I know you will come to me and apologize for doubting that I have the best for my Circle in mind." He smiled. "You just need to trust me."

"That's just the thing, Lionel." Robert sighed, sadness filling him. "Each and every day it gets harder to do that."

Lionel merely folded his hands over his chest.

Shaking his head, Robert Queen walked away.

Lionel Luthor smirked at his back.

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"I really don't know if I should go tonight after Byron-" Chloe was begging, being dragged into her room by Faye and Diana, with Cassie following behind and not helping her in the least bit.

"If you stay, it's just going to be too obvious that it's because of him and you'll just make it worse." Faye rolled her eyes. "The best way for you to show him that things are fine is for you to go out to that party and have a good time like planned."

"She wasn't going to have fun but to get information from Lex," Diana reminded Faye before grinning. "Then again, with the dress we got for her, I doubt Davis will let her away from his side long enough for her to actually talk to Lex."

Chloe's radar picked up on that, her eyes widening in slight fear. "Why? What kind of dress is it?" A spark of suspicion rose in her stomach as Cassie closed the bedroom door behind her. "Cassie said that Julian Luthor helped you pick it out. I don't know if I feel comfortable in a dress he picked out."

"You will." Faye totally brushed off her concern as she reached behind her and grabbed her makeup container. "And I have the perfect color scheme to go with it."

"And I know the perfect hairstyle." Diana grinned.

Cassie smirked, obviously enjoying Chloe's discomfort like a bratty little sister would. "Let's not forget my nail polish that compliments the color of the dress."

As Chloe stared at the three girls, she realized in trepidation that there was no way she was getting out of this makeover.

Cinderella was going to the ball… Whether she wanted to or not.

25th-Jul-2013 02:01 am (UTC)
Seriously what machinations is Lionel scheming??

I see Lucas and Mikhail are eating up being pampered!!
Ohhh you're breaking my heart!! Love, love, love the scene between Chloe and Byron.

And poor Chloe is stuck with not one but three girls wanting to do a makeover.

Can't wait for the ball.
30th-Jul-2013 05:26 am (UTC)
Who ever knows! Not even his own Circle members!

Oh, they definitely are! No matter what they are!

they definitely needed a bonding scene.....
25th-Jul-2013 04:33 am (UTC)
or helen of troy was going to the ball....
the ball..can't wait for it....

30th-Jul-2013 05:26 am (UTC)
Haha! Something like that!
25th-Jul-2013 08:53 am (UTC)
o_O What's up with Jason's eyes? Silly Byron Chloe's far too loyal to get rid of him.

Hope Chloe will be OK at this ball.
30th-Jul-2013 05:27 am (UTC)
Not telling! *singsongs*
He's figuring that out :)
26th-Jul-2013 04:04 am (UTC)
Chloe and Byron's scene was both heartbreaking and heartwarming.

Would kind of like to see Lionel smushed like the bug that he is. Oh what the heck Genevieve and be smushed too.

And Jason..come back from the darkside. I know they have cookies but we have Chloe.
30th-Jul-2013 05:27 am (UTC)
I was worried that due to the rewrite it would lose some of the emotion.
Lionel will definitely be getting put in his place soon.......................
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