Title: The New CircleFandoms: Smallville/Secret CircleCharacters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...Rating: TDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: 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.
Moira stared at her daughter in horror.
Chloe stood swaying with her eyes closed, incased in her shield, obviously on the border of Self-Thrall. Her power was already one of a seductive nature, and its power was so dark; it was obviously gaining so much control over the girl. That was a very dangerous thing considering just how powerful this girl was, and just what sort of power this magic was mixed with. A hint of that was betrayed in the silver scales that were visible on her cheekbones, which made Moira want to curse. Rao had obviously found a way to activate the Dragon magic inside of Chloe, and now that that had happened, there was no turning back. The Balcoin had been bad enough, but the Darkseid?
The wolf-shifter gazed towards where Lionel, Lex, Julian and Tess Luthor were arched, levitated clear off the ground, coughing bloody pins and needles.
Dinah Lance, a part of Julian's Circle, had rushed Chloe after he'd been attacked and now was levitated in the air as well, gasping for air, coughing rust while crying amber tears that looked like they really hurt.
Faora and Genevieve had moved to attack simultaneously and had been put down simultaneously as well, the ground rising up around the women, the mud hardening up all around them and framing them like statues, only leaving their noses and eyes uncovered, although pieces of clay hovered threateningly around their faces, obviously warning them not to try anything lest their only way of breathing be covered.
Lois was trying desperately to get through to Chloe, pounding on the shield, begging the girl to stop what she was doing, that she could accidentally kill someone.
Mikhail continued to lean against the wall, apparently not at all impressed to help.
Moira watched as Cassie and Lucas leaned against the wall on either side of Mikhail, proving their own disinterest in helping the others. If Chloe wanted to kill these people, if she attempted to truly kill them, Moira had the distinct feeling that these teenagers not only wouldn't try to stop her, but they wouldn't really care. And that chilled her to her core.
"Chloe, please!" Lois begged, obviously close to tears as she banged her fists against the shield the blonde had locked herself in. "Please!" She turned to Whitney, who was the only one of Chloe's closest circle of friends who hadn't physically removed himself from the situation. "Tell her to stop it! Not to hurt him! Please!"
"You okay, mother?" Jason asked Genevieve, not seeming too desperate to get her out of her predicament.
Genevieve's eyes narrowed in displeasure. The sound of her words, muffled by the clay covering her mouth, reached Moira in the wind.
"I know you're probably telling me to get you out, but I'm not going to." Jason shook his head. "That might be the safest place for you right now."
"I agree. Sorry, mom," Davis replied, carefully resting his hand on his mother's clay-covered shoulder. "She's neutralized you two. Other than that, she hasn't hurt you, unlike everyone else."
Genevieve's eyes narrowed furiously as her muffled voice went angry and shrill. Probably a good thing it was muffled. It was obvious she wasn't used to not getting her way, especially when it came to her son.
"It's nice seeing you too, mother." Jason shook his head, gaze turning towards Chloe.
Moira's did as well, but not before looking at the guy she'd asked Cassie about.
There were other new guys, but this one kept her attention. There was just something she didn't like about him. And this was just another thing that she didn't like. This was a horrible situation. Chloe was obviously at a brink, was in a very dark place, was visibly in Dragon territory, traversing a path she did not need to take, hurting people she did not need to hurt. Everyone else was either scared or angry or deciding to stay out of it. But this guy? This guy was watching with lips curling into a smirk, obviously enjoying what he was seeing!
"What's going on?" Diana announced, finally arriving with Greg, eyes wide in shock. "Why does the house look like we were attacked again and why – what's going on?"
"Diana!" Lois turned to the brunette, desperate. "Please. I can't get through to her. She's going to hurt Julian. I can't – it's Julian. Please!"
"Why did she do this?" Greg wanted to know, eyes narrowed, obviously far less open to the idea of helping. "I don't see her going to this extreme for no reason."
"They were out of control," the boy who was, if her research was right, Victor Stone, announced in an even voice. "They broke things in the house. We tried to get them to stop, a stray curse hit her and she reacted like this."
"It might even be a product of the curse," AC Tentagel, she was sure that was who that was, announced.
"If you ask me, they're getting what they deserve." Lucas sneered.
Lois, pale in worry, tore her gaze from Julian's pained expression to stare at Lucas in horror. "How can you say that? They're your blood!"
"My blood?" Lucas went terribly silent, almost frighteningly so as he stared at her. "My blood?" He reached low and pulled out a dagger from his boot as he stormed towards her. "You want me to show you blood?"
Lois' eyes widened as she backed away, pushing up against the shield.
"Lucas…" one of the boys announced, moving towards Lucas.
"Adam." AC grabbed his arm, shaking his head.
Moira's eyes widened. He couldn't mean Adam Tentagel, could he?
Once again, no one moved to help.
Lucas stormed in front of Lois, dagger in his hand as he twirled it and shifted his hold on it, giving a violent slice, blood dripping across his other palm. He ignored the pain he must be feeling, cupping his palm so the blood would accumulate in his palm as he stared into Lois' widening eye. "Blood is taking in someone who has no home and making him forget each and every day that he actually wasn't born into your family. Blood is tending to scratches and bruises. Blood is constantly being an annoying nag and worrywart. Blood is more than mere hemoglobin, more than just DNA strains held in this red liquid." He moved closer to Lois, eyes narrowing further. "Blood is family, blood is claiming, blood is owning, blood is life and blood is…blood is…" He suddenly slammed his palm on the shield, splattering blood all over it. "She'smy blood. Not them."
Suddenly Lucas winced and then he flinched, groaning as he pulled his hand away from the shield as it shattered around Chloe and disappeared inside of her, the bloodied handprint he'd left on it disappearing inside of her as well. No one noticed though because at that same moment, the Luthors were let go of their whammies, as were Dinah, Faora and Genevieve. Lucas held his hand to his chest, hissing, drawing it closer to him as he closed his eyes tightly.
Whitney and Diana were closest to him so they reached him quicker than the others, Diana telling Cassie to get a first aid kit from the house.
Moira watched the other man though, the nameless one. Jason had been moving towards Chloe, who'd collapsed unconscious, but this nameless one had gotten there sooner, seeming to have known this would happen and was ready to pick her up. He ignored Jason completely, tucking Chloe into his arms as if she were a fragile and delicate flower, and yet Moira had watched him during Chloe's display of power and knew that he knew Chloe was far from delicate. Who exactly was this guy and what was he doing here? What was his connection to Chloe?
Whoever he was, she didn't like him, didn't like him at all.
"How is she?" the one called Adam wanted to know, coming closer, eyeing the nameless guy with an odd expression as he eyed him with Chloe.
"She has used more energy than she should have – there was an episode in town," the man replied. "We will be returning to her room to rest."
"The both of you?" Adam's eyes narrowed. "Why the both of you?"
The man smirked. "Do you have a problem with me joining her, witch?"
"What if I did?" Adam wanted to know. "I don't think Chloe would be too happy waking up to finding you there. It might actually confuse and scare her. And honestly, I don't like the idea either."
"I do not care how you feel about the matter," the man replied pointblank. "But if you are truly worried about how Chloe feels about waking up to me in her bed, believe me that confused and scared would not be the emotions she'd feel." He raised an eyebrow, his gaze went to the whole group, his voice rising slightly, obviously intending for everyone to hear. "As my wife, she knows that it is her duty to share her bed with me, and that I have been very patient sleeping on that ridiculously uncomfortable pull-out sofa-bed in the living room. That will be remedied from now on and I will be taking my rightful place in my wife's bed."
"Wife?" Cassie squeaked, having returned with one of the many first aid kits they had in the house. "You've got to be on meds, Major Horny-Pants. There's no way that-!" Her eyes then widened. "Unless – unless that was what Zatanna's 'damn' was about?"
"What are you talking about?" Diana turned to Cassie. "What 'damn'? You can't seriously think Chloe's married to Zod!"
Moira's eyes widened in horror. Zod? Dear Merlin, HE was ZOD?
"The Zatara girl knows, yes," the Dragon in human form announced, holding her daughter in his arms. "Now, I don't care whether you excuse us or not. I am putting my wife in bed, she needs to rest more due to her humanity; it makes her frailer, takes her longer to recuperate." He sighed, shaking his head. "That means if her body demands rest this desperately, I will enforce it." His face was blank, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "If anyone interrupts her slumber for any reason, I will slay them then and there." And with that, he walked away.
Lois knelt over a still coughing Julian and rubbed his back as she stared at Zod in confusion and a little bit of fear through the back glass sliding doors. "What the hell is he talking about? Married?" She looked around. "Did Chloe get married and no one tell me?"
Adam watched Zod go, eyes narrowing on the Dragon's strong back as he moved towards the stairs, before Adam turned and left.
AC watched him before hurrying after him.
Whitney stood where he was, hands clenched tightly, shaking fiercely as he stayed and watched Zod ascend the stairs with Chloe in his arms.
Jason narrowed his eyes, watching Zod and Chloe until they disappeared upstairs, confusion obvious on his face. "Who the hell was that?"
"What does it matter to you?" his mother snapped, obviously still pissed that he hadn't let her out when she'd told him to.
Faora, on the other hand, was hugging Davis tightly, whispering tearfully how much she'd missed him and how worried she'd been that something had happened to him. Davis hugged his mother just as tightly and returned the sentiments.
Lionel Luthor picked himself up, brushing off the rust from his once immaculate jacket. "That show of magic was magnificent, was it not?"
Lex sneered, shaking his head. "You act as if you were not on the receiving end of that."
Lionel raised his head, disdain on his every expression. "Unlike you, Lex, I am able to see the bigger picture."
"I am not able to see the bigger picture?" Lex shook his head. "She could have killed us!"
"I'm still not sure I'm not dead," Tess admitted with a groan. "That felt like I was in purgatory paying for my sins and the punishment was going on for years." She hugged herself before stopping, letting her hands fall to her sides as if they'd burnt her, obviously realizing she'd betrayed a moment of vulnerability and hating it. "It doesn't matter now, what matters is that we shouldn't have taken things to the degree that we did." She raised her chin. "We have more class than that."
Julian snorted, shaking his head, leaning heavily on Lois. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Lil Sis." He wiped at the blood seeping from his broken lip. "But in time, you're going to figure out what I did. No matter what dad tells you, we're no better than anyone else is. The Luthor blood, magic, isn't something to be proud of: it's a curse."
Tess frowned at him. "Why would you say that?"
Dinah limped towards them, silent, eyes red and horribly sore. The girl was strangely subdued, head visibly lowered, amber tears hardened and remained in trails on her pale cheeks.
Moira watched the groups in silence, noticing Lucas staring at his palm in wide-eyed shock before closing it tightly and refusing Cassie's help with the first-aid kit, the boy disappearing into the room.
Mikhail was also watching, his eyes narrowing as he took in a deep breath before following.
"What was that all about?" Cassie wanted to know, staring after them.
"I have no idea," Diana muttered.
"Did no one else hear the married part?" Greg threw his hands in the air, visibly perturbed by this. "Major 'Imma Feed You To My Tweety-Bird' says they're married! MARRIED!" He turned his gaze to Whitney. "Do you know anything about this? Is this true?"
"I don't know the answer to that." Whitney turned his narrowed gaze on Cassie. "But we might now someone who does."
Cassie's eyes widened. "Zatanna."
"The last I saw her, Chloe had sent her to see the Mayor for some reason," Victor Stone finally spoke.
Greg clapped him on his back. "Let's go find her."
With that, the group left, leaving the Luthors and Moira in the backyard, forgotten, proving that in the teens' eyes, they were inconsequential.
"Why did you leave Smallville?" Faora asked her son, hands cupping his face. "I was so worried when we heard that you weren't here and there was no word on your whereabouts or if you were alive or dead."
"That's a good question." Genevieve turned her multicolored eyes on her son. "If I remember right, Lex gave you an order. He told you to stay here and keep an eye on the Firstborn. An order you two disobeyed. What do you two have to say about that? What could you possibly say to defend your actions?"
Jason stared at his mother, shaking his head, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "My father, your husband, was killed, and these are your first words to me?"
Genevieve flinched, looking away. "Edward knew the importance of a Circle, of understanding one's place in it, of following orders and being a good soldier."
"And look what that got him." Jason sneered. "Dead, with a wife who doesn't seem to even give a damn about that fact."
Genevieve struck quick and hard, her handprint red against her son's cheek and the sound echoing in the backyard.
Jason gulped, licking his lips as he brought his hand to his cheek, which must have been stinging him from the obvious violence she'd put into the hit. "Why did I expect more from you? I should have known better." He shook his head once more before turning to Davis. "Ask her."
Davis nodded, pulling away from his mother, placing his hands on Faora's shoulders and staring into her eyes. "I need you to tell me the truth."
"I've always told you the truth, honey," she whispered, staring up into his eyes.
Davis shook his head. "Not always. Not about my father."
Faora's eyes widened and she turned her head to look straight at Moira. "What have you done?"
Moira raised her chin. "You need to tell him."
"You don't know what you've done," Faora whispered, tears coming to her eyes, the woman wiping at them with the heel of her palms while sniffling, turning back to face her son. "You're my son."
"I know that." Davis frowned, the worry obvious on his face.
Moira could feel Lionel Luthor's glare on her but she ignored him, instead concentrating on Faora and Davis.
"I-I'd always wanted a child," Faora began.
"This isn't necessary," Lionel interrupted, eyes narrowed, glaring viciously at Moira. "You have no business stirring up memories that are obviously painful for Faora. Leave it alone. There is no reason for these things to be touched on. Just leave it-"
"No," Davis snapped, surprising everyone because Davis was usually the quiet one, the respectful one. But right now he was glaring at Lionel in a way that was a clear warning for him to back down and back away.
Lex narrowed his eyes, an odd expression on his face.
Jason looked weird as well.
Lionel backed away, lifting his hands. "I'm just trying to spare your mother some painful memories, son."
Davis closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, visibly calming himself before opening his eyes once more as he lowered them to Faora. "Continue."
"I'd always wanted a child. I was lonely. Everyone in my Circle was married and happy, had young children and were getting on with their lives while I was all by myself, unable to find someone to start my own life with." Faora closed her eyes tightly. "I made mistakes, honey, I made poor choices, but I want you to know that I never regretted having you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me." She opened her eyes and smiled. "You're my happiness, my ray of light in the darkness. You're the one good thing in my life and I adore you."
Davis frowned as he gazed down into his mother's face. "What aren't you telling me?"
Faora gulped as she licked her lips, shame dark in her eyes. "I was young and naive and I loved him."
"Loved who?" Davis pressed.
"Your father." The words were stuttered out as she pulled a dark strand out of her hair. "I know I told you it was a one night stand and that I didn't know who it was but that was a lie. I knew who he was, but he was married."
Davis went still, shell-shocked.
Julian's eyes widened as he turned his gaze onto his father's face. "You son of a bitch. Another brother?"
Lionel raised an eyebrow.
Tess turned to Julian in confusion. "What do you mean another?"
Mother and son ignored the others, Faora's attention fixed solely on her only child. "It ended after I conceived you, I promise. But you were born so sickly and you kept getting weaker and weaker as you got older. The Witch Doctors couldn't figure out what was going on with you. It drove me insane with worry. And then you started declining so badly, the Witch Doctors told me that it was only a matter of time, that I should just make you as comfortable as I could."
"I don't remember this," Davis whispered.
"You were so young." Faora shook her head at the memory. "Too young to die. So when Lionel, Janus and John made their trip to the Shadow Realm, I smuggled you across with me, with help. I knew that the Dragons on the other side had power that we couldn't understand, couldn't even come close to, and that if there was anyone who could save you, it was them." She raised her chin. "And I was willing to do whatever I had to do, risk whatever I had to, to make sure that you lived."
Julian, Lois and Dinah drew closer to each other.
Genevieve and Lionel shared a very uneasy look.
Lex and Jason, on the other hand, shared wide-eyed, shocked looks.
Tess' lips parted in shock.
Davis took in a deep breath. "What have you done to me?"
"Nothing," Faora promised, reaching up to cup his face once more, desperate. "You are still my flesh and blood. Genetically, you're still as much my child as Chloe is Moira's. The only difference is that no matter what you became, no matter what you have in you – no matter how, magically, you're not my child anymore, I love you unconditionally and always will."
Moira felt as if she'd been kicked in the gut with that one.
Davis stared down at Faora, looking just as kicked as Moira felt and a bit sick. "I'm half Dragon?"
"Yes," Lionel announced, stepping forwards. "I didn't want to tell you until you entered into your powers but-"
"No." Faora glared at Lionel, driving the man with the sheer force of her glare. "You are not half Dragon."