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The New Circle 75/? 
19th-Aug-2013 11:50 pm
Chloe---spell
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, Lex Luthor, Davis Bloome, Jason Teague, Tess Mercer, Oliver Queen...
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!



Chloe placed her hands palms-flat against the glass behind her on either side of her hips as she tilted up, greens meeting Whitney's blues, both annoyed and grateful that, unlike the others around her, he fought and questioned her and her decisions, her judgments, her orders. There was something to be said about the addiction total power and authority gave people and she could understand why her father was so eager to assume leadership of the Circle; of a group of younger witches who obeyed what he told them to do. And yet there was so much more to leadership than ruling. She was learning that with every day at the temporary Casa Balcoin. One had to be a referee, a mother, a sibling, a teacher, a doctor, a disciplinarian (and so many other things!), but most of all, one had to be a friend. She had to be someone that those who were with her could trust, could feel comfortable with, could rely on – could respect.

It was a lot on her shoulders and she knew that sometimes it went right over her head. She was over her head with everything – sometimes she needed Whitney to do things like this – to shock her out of whatever state she'd worked herself into.

"So, remember when I talked to you about pushing Diana away and asked when you were going to do the same with me?" Whitney asked calmly, gazing down at her. "You're doing that now."

She gulped, taking in a deep breath. "Me worrying about your future is not me pushing you away."

"Has it ever occurred to you that I do not want to go to Florida?" Whitney glared down at her. "I'm a Metropolis Sharks fan, Chloe. Did it ever occur to you that I might wantto try for them?"

No, it hadn't, and the blonde's green eyes widened.

"Yeah, because you were too busy planning what was best for me, just like you do for everyone in your family." Whitney didn't need her to answer, glaring down at her. "You might be the head of my Circle, but you're not my older sister; you don't get to decide things for me."

Chloe gulped.

"I know you're only trying to help, but seriously Chloe, back off." Whitney glared at her, leaning in closer so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. "You don't make my decisions. Not when it comes to my personal life or my future. You never will."

She worried her bottom lip, fingertips curling into the glass. "I'm sorry. I had no right to... sorry."

He let out a sigh and leaned his forehead against hers. "Didn't say all that for you to apologize." Whitney closed his eyes. "Just, don't push me away."

Her gaze lowered to her shoes. "I'm not."

"Then why does it feel like you are?"

Suddenly, magic flashed blindingly white between them.

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"So, you've been helping Patricia and her father." Diana didn't ask him more information about where they were or how they were doing because, to be brutally honest, she really didn't care. "Lex left Smallville with Oliver and Tess on a mission to find Patricia and her father. He left a letter with Chloe that said that there was too much he needed to know and he wouldn't be able to proceed without first being able to first finding Patricia."

"I doubt they'll find them but they're welcome to try." Grant seemed sure of this, highly uncomfortable as he cleared his throat. "How have you been doing? The boys tell me that you have officially become a part of Chloe's Circle."

"I'm an Eye." Diana nodded, lifting her symbol to show him, giving her ex-boyfriend a little awkward smile. "Greg's also an Eye and seems to be the first ever Second Eye a Balcoin Circle has ever had." She pursed her lips. "We're guessing that means she doesn't have another Hand then."

"With her, you never know." Grant's gaze rose to the room above before lowering back to Diana. "The boys seem – highly impressed – with her. It's not the same with how they were with John. I can't exactly explain it, but they have accepted her as the new leader." He grinned sheepishly. "I know they're definitely happy she's nothing like Lucas or Mikhail. There'd been nightmares from the boys at the thought before."

Diana shivered at the thought of a lecherous or highly uncaring Chloe.

"Exactly." Grant nodded, before licking his lips. "When Brent came to look for me, I-" He took in a deep breath. "I'm glad you're okay, Diana; that you're happy." He gave her a little smile. "Because I can see you're happy."

She blinked at that, pulling a dark strand behind her ear. "How so?"

"You're basically shinning with happiness," he replied softly.

Her eyes widened and she looked away. "I doubt I'm shinning."

Suddenly, the glass in the room above them came alive, crackling with electricity and millions of different colors, drawing everyone's attention upwards.

Mikhail blinked, standing up from where he'd been playing a video game against some of the boys. "That was unexpected."

Greg frowned. "What exactly is that?"

Lucas blinked, joining Mikhail's side as he gazed up. "Did they just-?"

"I think they did." Mikhail nodded.

"This is about to get interesting." Brent made a face.

"Great," Brendan mumbled.

"What's going on?" Faye wanted to know.

Cassie frowned. "Why is that room glowing?"

"Someone, start talking." Byron glared.

Grant ran his hand over his hair, sighing. "It looks like you all will be spending the night."

Diana glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"It's true that that was once John's room," Lucas finally answered with a sigh. "But it had another purpose."

Mikhail nodded, gazing up at the whitish glow. "He used to say that in it was a key to his Fortress of Solitude."

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As soon as the blinding magic disappeared, Chloe and Whitney blinked, rubbing their burning eyes. The shorter blonde looked around her in confusion, no longer finding herself in her father's room, instead in what looked like a crystal cave. There was immense power in each and every crystal that made up the walls and floors of the cave; power that flowed through her veins and made her dizzy, the blonde bringing her hand to her head as she tried to ground herself. She stumbled and might have fallen had Whitney not grabbed her arm, holding her upright as the room spun.

"Chloe?"

She closed her eyes, nausea hitting along with the incredible power, bringing a hand to her mouth.

"Chloe?"

Ignoring him, Chloe bent on her knees, breathing through the queasiness.

Whitney knelt down next to her, letting go of her arm and just waited silently next to her, seeming completely unaffected.

Finally the sickness passed enough for her to open her eyes and risk taking her hand from her mouth. "Where are we?"

Whitney didn't say anything, merely pointed above them.

Chloe's greens followed to rest on a large Balcoin symbol, similar to the one in the caves under Miller's Field. "It's a Balcoin cave."

"Then why is it making you sick?" Whitney asked.

"I don't-" She didn't get to answer because an agonizing pain wracked through her body and Chloe crumbled on the ground, curled in a fetal position, hugging herself as the pain throbbed through her.

"Chloe!" Whitney leaned over her before looking around. "I've got to get you out of here." He stood before hurrying towards one of the many tunnels heading out of the cavern they were in. "I'll find a way out."

Chloe cried as inside of her, her magic seemed to be tearing apart, reminding her of the night she'd been bathed in the light of the Balcoin symbol. Her body arched off of the floor before it rolled to the side and she ended up on her hands and knees. This whole cave system was pure quartz crystal. The accumulative energy, the power, it was sending her magic insane!

Her magic...

Chloe's eyes widened. "Scales."

Her magic manifested itself, and yet it wasn't its humanoid appearance but its reptilian one, and it was in agony. The creature writhed on the floor in a ball, its wings bleeding, its scales falling off. Chloe had been able to feel what was going on inside of her and yet to see the violence of it shocked her to her core.

Forcing herself to her feet, Chloe staggered until she was directly under the Balcoin symbol… waiting, waiting and yet nothing. "Come on!" She glared, sending a look towards Scales when the creature gave a shriek of pain. "COME ON!" The blonde returned her glare to the Balcoin symbol above and threw her hands, palms up.

Suddenly power descended on her like a flood, completely covering her and drowning the girl's screams with the sounds of thunder. Her body felt electrified, frozen in position. It was almost as if she stopped existing for a couple of minutes, her body mere particles of light, of energy, of magic and pain. Lots of pain.

And awareness.

Somehow, Chloe knew that this Cave was the second of three, her own Cave the third. Flashes of the first Cave, the Original, invaded her mind, downloading through her brain. Simultaneously, Chloe felt this Cave and hers connect somehow in a way she couldn't explain or understand, and then the pain she'd thought was agonizing before became worse tenfold. It was so bad, she forgot what it was like not to feel pain.

Finally, suddenly, it was over, and Chloe collapsed on her knees, crying.

Scales was gone.

"What happened?" Whitney was there though, his voice betraying a hint of hysteria as he scooped her in his arms, holding her there. "I was looking for – then I heard – I came back – what happened?"

She merely trembled, crying into his shirt, echoes of pain still trailing down her body.

"She was expecting it to hurt, but not this much," a very familiar voice announced, both teens turning their wide gazes to see John Balcoin seated upon some crystals. "It hurt a lot more than last time, didn't it?"

"You're dead," Whitney whispered, eyes wide. "You can't be here."

"This is my Cave, I can be here if I want to be here, young man," the witch declared before sighing. "At least my consciousness can be here – or the part that I had placed here during my many visits to this place during my life. Consider it my entries into the Balcoin book of spells without actually writing anything."

Chloe wiped at her eyes, body still twitching, as she stared at him. "So this is your echo."

"So you've been reading the Balcoin book of shadows, that's good." John, or his Echo, disappeared from above them only to appear in front of them, eyeing the two curiously. "When I sensed John's magic in you, I believed you'd killed John and stolen his magic. I do not feel emotion but my orders had been to kill whoever killed the realJohn if they came here with his magic." John's echo shrugged. "But when you connected with the Cave, I was able to access your memories and realized that you, in fact, did not have a hand in killing me, so you live and the ownership of this Cave now passes to you." He eyed her thoughtfully. "I would be appreciative if you allowed me to stay as an echo and guard it while you are not here."

Echoes couldn't do anything on their own without orders from the one who'd created them, or, more specifically, the one who's magic had created them, so Chloe didn't see anything wrong with that. "Fine."

"Thank you." John nodded before his gaze went to Whitney. "My new connection with the Bleeding Caves tells me that you are the Hand, thought the husband until the other was inducted in the Circle, the TouchSight." He frowned. "A second Eye? That hasn't been known to happen before."

"So we've been told." Whitney frowned at John's Echo.

"Two Eyes." John's Echo eyed Chloe, apparently still processing the information he was gathering from whatever link had been established between the two Caves. "A bound Circle with only Four in which the individual members can use their solo magic – you released the Tentagel boy?" The Echo frowned. "John wouldn't have been happy with that. The boy knew things John wanted secret."

Chloe motioned for Whitney to put her down, but she didn't let go of her hold on his shirt and he didn't let go of his supporting hold around her waist, her legs still trembling. "You mean about the Seventh."

"So you know." The Echo blinked.

"John set him free, yeah, I know." Chloe nodded before frowning. "Wait, why does everyone call my caves the Bleeding Caves?"

"Because that is their proper name. The Caves formed and created by Balcoins for Balcoins are the Bleeding Caves, the Crystal Caves, and the Genesis Caves."

"I get the Genesis Caves, they were the first – and I get the Crystal Caves," she looked around the cave with a little dark smile, "but my cave doesn't bleed."

"Doesn't it?" The Echo asked. "Doesn't it seem to have a life of its own? Doesn't it throb with life?"

Chloe frowned, eyeing him, uneasy.

Whitney cleared his throat, drawing the attention to him. "About the Seventh, what could John have ever wanted from him enough to free him if he knew this Seventh had a vendetta against the Balcoins?"

Chloe felt a little silly for having changed the subject from the Seventh to the Caves and nodded, seconding the question to the Echo.

"What you don't seem to understand is that the Seventh wasn't just an Original Witch, which in itself made him more powerful than any witch alive today." The Echo frowned at them. "Rao Darkseid was more than just a Witch; his power unsurpassable and dark. He was thrown into a mystical prison due to his many attempts to destroy mankind, deeming them inferior. His wife, Vika Balcoin, the Original Balcoin, tried to save him; she did her best to change the evil in his heart but it was for naught and she was forced to unite with the other Five to stop him before he destroyed the world and those in it. Before he made paradise into hell. At that time, there was no dark magic in the Balcoin family and Vika was known as a healer, as a counselor. Despite her love for her husband, in the end she knew that the only right choice was to help create the mystical prison that would keep him imprisoned for the rest of eternity within." The Echo paused. "I believe she hoped he'd reflect during his eternity and realize he'd been wrong, that he would change and wish to redeem himself, and yet the opposite was the case and even though he was in a prison, he was still powerful enough to exert his influence somewhat on those outside."

Whitney frowned. "You still haven't answered my question."

"No, I haven't," The Echo admitted with a little nod. "You asked what John wanted desperately enough to risk releasing the Seventh. I will answer you." He turned his gaze on Chloe. "You. Your siblings." He tilted his head. "John was the last surviving member of his family and found himself unable to father children as a consequence of the darkest of forbidden magics he'd been casting since his teenage years. The darkest of magics take pieces of the caster, he just hadn't expected that it would take his fertility." The Echo paused for a moment. "As the last of his house, he realized that should he die, so would his family, and so he devised a plan. He, Lionel Luthor and Janus Le Fay would traverse to the mystical prison, name their prices and free the Seventh – who had the power to grant them their hearts' desires."

Chloe gulped as suddenly the enormity of what the Echo was telling her hit. "The Seventh was the reason I was born – the reason my siblings were born."

"Rao's magic removed what was crippling John and jumpstarted his dead fertility, yes, but the Darkseid magic didn't stay in John's system very long, only long enough for the first conception. After that John's own magic was able to heal his body."

Chloe's eyes widened. "So basically, Rao's magic acted like a liver for John's magic? Filtering out all of the toxic backlash his constantly using the forbidden arts against other people had done to him? And also acting like a battery by jump-starting the dead swimmers?"

"I suppose you could put it that way." The echo nodded.

Chloe let out a little breath, turning her green gaze to Whitney's blues. "I think I'm going to faint now."

The Quarterback merely tightened his grip around her waist, securing her to him as his blues went to the echo. "Shouldn't John, Lionel and the others have made a pact that this Darkseid guy not hurt any of theirs if they let him go? I doubt they would be stupid enough not to do something like that."

"And why wait all this time to act?" Chloe wanted to know. "What does the fact that I'm a girl have to with anything? From Adam's memory of John's conversation with Lionel, it made it seem as if John having a Firstborn daughter would make everything go to hell. Why?"

"It is common knowledge that female Balcoin Firstborns have always been the strongest." The Echo blinked.

So did Chloe. "Shouldn't that be a good thing?"

"I am not the one you should be asking this of," The Echo declared. "You need wisdom."

"Wisdom? Really?" Whitney sneered. "That's the best that you can-?"

Chloe's eyes widened, getting what the Echo was saying and feeling foolish for not having considered it as an option before. "I see."

John's Echo nodded.

Whitney turned to Chloe, confused. "What am I not getting?"

"I need to get back to the Bleeding – to my Caves, I-"

"These are your caves now, too," The Echo reminded. "The connection has been made, they have been united once more in a common link."

Chloe took in a deep breath, still not sure what that meant. "I need to go to the Caves under Miller's Field." She turned to the Echo. "How do I get out of these Caves and back into John's apartment in Edge City?"

"That would be a waste of time, wouldn't it?" the Echo asked rhetorically. "You'd have to drive to wherever you've designated as the entrance to the Bleeding Caves. Why not just go there now? Straight from here?"

"We can... do that?" Whitney blinked.

"What part of connected, united through a common link was not understood?" The Echo raised an eyebrow at them before turning to Chloe. "I suspect you know what to do."

"Hardly ever," the girl admitted with a little shaky intake of breath as she turned to Whitney. "You should probably go back and tell the others what-" She stopped when she saw the expression on his face, giving a little chuckle as she shook her head. "Fine. If this doesn't work and no one knows how or why we both died horribly, it's all yourfault."

"I can live with that."

Rolling her eyes, Chloe pulled away from Whitney, hand lowering to slip into his before leading him back under the Balcoin symbol. She took in a deep breath, pulling him in a little closer as she lifted her hand up towards it, palm-up.

"This feels a little like Tron, but with the genders reversed," Whitney quipped.

Chloe sent him a disbelieving look before shaking her head with a little laugh and returning her gaze up above her. "Hold on then." She closed her eyes, trying to feel for the link, the connection that the Echo had talked about, seeing a flash of the Balcoin symbol in her – in the Bleeding Caves – the blonde latching onto that image as a tingle raced down her body and magic erupted in blinding light.

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There'd been a burst of magic, the glowing had stopped, and the door opened on its on.

Neither Whitney nor Chloe were in the room anymore.

This time, the Lost Boys weren't so calm.

"Where the hell are they?" Mikhail snapped, throwing the chair across the room.

Cassie reached out and grabbed Lucas' hand, her blues eyeing his hazels questioningly.

At first he looked like he was about to shrug her off, but then he sighed, running his hand over his hair. "Whenever the glowing stopped and the doors opened, John wasalways in this room. Always. He insinuated that while the glowing went on, he was somewhere else, but he always returned here."

"It doesn't make any sense!" Mikhail looked all around, as if the two might be hiding.

Diana hugged herself tightly. "If they're not here – where are they?"

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"I don't believe it." Whitney chuckled as he stepped away from Chloe, eyeing the symbol covered walls they knew oh-so well. "We're here."

Chloe's gaze was on the large Balcoin symbol on the main cavern, realizing just how little she actually she knew about this place. She sent Whitney a little look before moving past him to place her palm against the wall, envisioning the room in particular in her mind, a part of her shocked and yet a part of her not as the ground lit up, showing a path amongst the many different intertwining tunnels.

"That's new." Whitney blinked before turning his blues on her. "Right?"

"On command? Yeah." Chloe nodded before motioning with her head for him to follow as she began moving down the pathway. "Good thing I have my comfortable shoes on because this is going to take a while."

"Is it now?" His long legs helped him easily keep in stride, the taller teen sending her a sideways glance as they walked side by side. "You mind letting me in on where we're going?"

"We're going to see some old acquaintances."

He raised an eyebrow. "Old acquaintances. Down here." His blues suddenly widened. "You can't be serious!"

"You heard John's Echo. I need Wisdom." Chloe licked her lips, not too happy with the plan herself given the fact that the last time she'd seen them, it hadn't been under the best of circumstances. "Where else am I supposed to get that sort of thing but from the Wisdom of Ages?"

"You do remember that these are the same lunatics that tried to make you choose whether Greg or I died, right?" Whitney wanted to know, making a face, shrugging his hands into his letterman's pockets. "So forgive me if I don't think they're the most reliable of counselors."

Chloe sent him a sideways look, a twisted little smile on her lips as she nudged her shoulder into his. "I didn't know you were one to hold a grudge."

"They were going to kill me!" He pressed his point.

"Only if I chose Greg," she reminded flippantly.

He glared at her. "This is not funny."

"I know, I'm sorry." She sighed, hugging herself. "But everything worked out and both you and Greg are alive."

"Something I'm sure no one down there is happy about, by the way," he grumbled.

"Someone pissed in your wheaties this morning, didn't they?" Chloe rolled her eyes. "You've been in a foul mood all day!"

"You've had me in a foul mood. So if anyone 'pissed in my wheaties', it was you," Whitney declared snappily. "Makes me almost miss the days you used to swap spit with Coach Teague because at least you weren't so damned-!"

Chloe pursed her lips, glaring at him. "Seriously? We're going to go there now?"

"Then the whole Lex Luthor phase took over and you-"

"Really? Really?" She threw her hands in the air. "I've said it once and I've said it twice! I've only ever been in lust with that man's brain! His brain!" She paused. "And maybe his hands. But the rest of him-!"

"And then with Adam sleeping in your room despite there being comfortable enough floors in Lucas or Mikhail's room, you weren't this bitchy either." Whitney was apparently going there. "Makes me think you need a constant love interest to be happy enough not to be questioning everything in your life and pushing everyone away and-"

"Oh, don't be so overly dramatic." She glared daggers at him, especially since he obviously wasn't even listening to her interjections. "And I was the only one who could see or hear Adam. I was the only one who could interact with him. It made sense that he stayed with me! That way he could have honest to god conversations and not have to write everything down! He was getting stronger, yes, but that still wore him down!"

"What did Lex's letter to you say?" Whitney was apparently jumping from one guy to the next. "You only just told us it said he, Oliver and Tess were on Patricia's trail. That's all. It had to have said more than that."

A muscle jumped in her cheek as she looked away from him. "It's none of your business."

He sneered. "I see."

"You see nothing." She glared at him before giving a little growl and throwing her hands in the air in frustration. "Fine! You want to know what my letter from Lex Luthor said?"

"Yeah!" Whitney nodded.

Chloe reached into her jacket's pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper and slammed it into his chest. "Enjoy!" And with that, she stormed on ahead.

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Why did she have the letter on her?

Whitney frowned at her back before unfolding the piece of paper and reading the ridiculously perfect cursive written within.

Chloe

I am writing this letter to you as I await the limo to take us to Metropolis, where we will board my private jet to Europe. I am going in search of Patricia and her father. Not in revenge as you might expect, but because I have a feeling that we all have been played. We all are pawns, pieces on a chessboard that only my father and a few others can see, and we each only have a tiny bit of information. There must have been more that Virgil knew for him to betray my father. I must find him and know what he knows. I will contact you once I find out what I know because I believe that you are at the root of it all.

It was my desire to speak with you at the Ball but due to circumstances, that was unable to occur. It is why I take the pains to write this now in the little amount of time I have left here in Smallville and charge Jason with giving it to you without reading its contents. He will obey this order, I have no doubt, but I have much doubt about everything else. Especially about Jason and Davis, which is why I am leaving them in Smallville. Jason believes that I am leaving him to keep an eye on you, and Davis believes that I am leaving him to keep an eye on Jason, and yet I believe that both of them have been compromised. I cannot explain in detail in this letter, but I fear that they are not fully in control of themselves. Maybe they haven't ever been in full control. Maybe that is what has always drawn them both so strongly towards you.

The news is that Tentagel's missing son, who was presumed dead, was returned to him after the ball. It hasn't been said how this has happened but given the fact that Tentagel left with you, the Six know that somehow you're involved. I'll ask you about that at some other date, but I'll commend you for building bridges. Because if you have, then you have already cemented an alliance with the heir to the Luthor Clan and earned the gratitude of the current leader of the Tentagel Clan. Very cunning. Very Balcoin. Keep that up. You might need alliances in the future.

I also have had word on your mother. I don't know whether you care what has happened to her or not but I figured I should tell you that she was last heard of in Romania before all trace on her simply vanished in a massacre in the town she was in. There is no evidence whether she survived, was killed along with everyone else, or if she was the one carrying out the massacre. There was little left of the bodies for identification to be made but most likely, she was targeted and the village killed to hide her death. Your mother spent many years hidden, learning secrets that could have earned her enemies. At this point, it is only speculation and with the little there is to go by, there is very little chance it will ever be anything but speculation.

A last bit before I go. I have left an SD card inside the envelope with this letter that has certain information that I have gathered from our experiments that I am sure you will find intriguing and enlightening, as well as some other information I thought you should know, or might like to.

Finally, I leave you with some words from our mutual friend: All war is deception.

Lex

Whitney looked up at Chloe's back, folding the letter, his annoyance from before gone. "I'm sorry, about your mother."

She stopped walking, letting him catch up with her before returning the folded paper to its place in her jacket's pocket and giving it a little pat. "It's kind of sad that the part that gets to me most is the confusion about what she was doing in Romania of all places."

Whitney hesitated, feeling like a tool, before placing his hand on her shoulder.

She sent him a sad little smile. "It's okay."

No it wasn't, but he was awkward and didn't do emotion well, never had and never would.

Chloe reaching down for his hand and continued on, following the pathway of light towards the Wisdom of Ages, silence their only company.



Comments 
20th-Aug-2013 06:42 am (UTC)
Ohh WOW!!!!!!! Another chapter !!!!! I feel so spoiled!!!!
ngl I was hoping for some Chloe and Whitney kisses. Yeah I have a one track mind. ;-)
But I did like that Whitney call Chloe on her shit and that she needed to stop it. And do I hear some jealousy in regards to Chloe's love life????

And holy shit is Moira really dead?? Poor Chloe so much stuff happening to her.

And yes I want more!!!!! I always want more!!!!!!!!
21st-Aug-2013 01:04 am (UTC)
Good! Feel spoiled cuz I'm about to upload another! :)
LOL!!!!!!!
Yes, there was *slight* jealousy there....
20th-Aug-2013 11:27 am (UTC)
Oh wow so many updates, I'll probably need to reread a few times for it to all sink in.

Whitney's right Chloe was pushing him away. And how jealous did he sound of all those men in Chloe's life. Squee! I'm leaning towards Chloe/Whitney (It helps that Lex thinks there's something wrong with Jason. And Adam's off reconnecting with his family.)

John's Fortress of solitude complete with echo-John; interesting. Where the hell is the first cave then?

This Seventh guy sounds bad. And powerful. And legitimately pissed at his wife. *Gulp* And apparantely a fertility specialist, ewww.

I'm hoping Chloe's mum survived
21st-Aug-2013 01:05 am (UTC)
And I'm about to update another!!!!
He is! She does! She tends to do that, but Whitney calls her on it when she does it, with anyone, especially with him!
Ahh... The Genesis Cave... We haven't gotten to that one yet! *winkwink*
20th-Aug-2013 04:37 pm (UTC)
So good hon! (more exclamation points...) I like the name you gave the Seventh. Very creatively bringing in more characters. Any chance or desire to bring in more of the League? Are we going to hear more about Clark, Pete and Lana now that Lex is headed to Europe?

Great update!

<3
21st-Aug-2013 01:05 am (UTC)
Bring em on!!!
You never know..... :)
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