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 own any original material used in the television series or artwork, they belong to their respective creators. I have merely tweaked them for my story.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.A/N : NEVER been to Romania, so my information is from research. Sorry if I get anything wrong!A/N2: Marie Balcoin is a *historical* figure.
Chloe had finally managed to get control of herself, keep herself from having a nervous breakdown (because that had to be what was going on here) and push herself up to her feet. She'd stared at her pale reflection in the RV's window and it was only when the smile reflecting back at her didn't seem twisted and forced that the blonde went looking for the others in the Council Square. She'd found them and laughed and had been playful, and if at times there were shadows dancing at the corner of her eyes and a coldness that didn't seem to want to go away, she didn't let on. The others didn't need more to worry about right now and that was why she did her best to make sure they had a good night.
Her first night in the boy RV was relatively uneventful, even if she had a series of nightmares that made the night peace-less, but that was normal. Clark wasn't the only one who was used to waking up in terror. They only thing was that whenever Chloe woke up, she never screamed like Martha told Moira he did, the blonde never made a noise. She woke up with cold sweats, breathing rapidly with clothes sticking to her body.
Whenever she woke up, she never remembered what she dreamed, and a part of her wondered if they were parts of her fragmented memories, and a part of her wondered what could she have forgotten that could have been this horrible to terrify her like this. Or maybe, just maybe, this was just a side effect of having your mind screwed with so spectacularly. Who knew?
Whatever it was, it only added to the tiredness during the day, but at least today, Adam was Jason's Navigator, so when she woke up, the RV was already on the move and had been for hours. She went to the bathroom and took a change of clothes with her to change into once she'd bathed, and once she'd done that, the blonde slipped out of the bathroom towards the sitting area, where she found Whitney and Zod in deep, low conversation.
The sight shocked her because she wouldn't have thought that those two would actually get along this well.
Both males noticed her at the same time and pulled away.
"Morning." Whitney gave her a smile. "What's up?"
"Do you have nightmares you don't remember at night?" Chloe threw herself down on the seat next to Whitney and decided not to question the fact that Zod was beginning to bond with her Circle members, just glad that he didn't want to kill everyone. "Moira told me that Clark gets them, and I do." She leaned her forehead against Whitney's shoulder. "You had some of your memories tampered with too, which is the common thread here, so I was wondering if you had nightmares too."
He took in a deep breath, tense as his gaze went to Zod as he cleared his throat. "Uh, um, yeah. Sometimes. Yeah."
She frowned. "Means Pete and Lana must have them as well." She sat straight once more. "I hadn't even thought about that. Pete's all alone in having to deal with this. His parents preferred to stay with the humans and he's on his own-"
"To be fair, he's living with Lana and Nell; he's not exactly alone." Whitney shrugged.
"They aren't his family." Chloe frowned at Whitney. "We should be more supportive of him, even if he isn't a part of our Circle."
"But you are." Whitney made a face at her. "You talk to him every day, Chloe. You're busy but you make sure you spend some of it with him. Pete knows that you're there for him."
"Does he?" Chloe took in a deep breath, realizing she was being a bit dramatic and needed to stop it, the girl giving Whitney a small smile. "Never mind, that's not something I can deal with right now so why worry about it, right?"
"When has that ever stopped you before?" Whitney blinked in surprise.
She laughed and slugged his arm before her greens turned on Zod. "So, how long have we been driving and where are we heading?"
"Not that long." The Dragon leaned back hard on the seat opposite theirs as he eyed them. "We should be arriving soon though. According to the book your Sanguine has been reading from nonstop, the drive should only be about 37 minutes. We should be arriving soon."
"To where?" Chloe pressed.
"I have a name you know." Whitney made a face at Zod and reached for a book on the seat next to him, which must be the book the Dragon had mentioned. "And as for your question, Chloe, Băile Tuşnad." He flipped open the book. "According to this, it's the smallest town in Romania by population and only has around 1,617 people and is a very important spa town."
Chloe blinked. "Spa town."
He nodded. "This is the interesting part."
Whitney waved him off.
Chloe looked between them and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from chuckling.
Whitney turned to face her in the seat as he read from the book. "So this book says that the town and it's whole surrounding area is famous because of the spa's mineral waters, which are received from seven springs, and also mentions a volcanic crater lake, the only of its kind, that's nearby."
Chloe's eyes widened. "The crater lake in Smallville."
"Exactly." Whitney grinned as he moved closer. "Now get this, the water has an alleged miraculous healing ability. Apparently it started with some shepherd's son getting healed of his rashes and then it took off from there to become a modern day important spa town."
"Coincidence?" And yet even as she asked it, Chloe thought not.
Whitney smirked. "What's in the water?"
"And what's with the craters?" Chloe wanted to know. "What made them?"
Zod took in a deep breath, eyebrow raised. "That shouldn't be such a great mystery. I thought the answer would be obvious."
The teens turned to look at him.
"What are you talking about?" Chloe blinked. "You know what made the craters?"
"Of course I do." Zod eyed them as he leaned forwards. "Dragons."
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Jor hadn't realized the boy was there until he cleared his throat, and that was what made the Dragon realize that his guard was way too down. If a human had managed to get the jump on him then he was as good as dead. He looked up from the scrolls at the young male and then gazed down at the covered plate in his hand almost curiously, surprised to realize that the boy had brought him food. Sure, he hadn't thought that he'd be left to starve to death in the Caves but the night before, he was sure that the food had been left on the table at the entrance to the room and the boy hadn't made his presence known at all. The food had appeared on the plate, Jor had noticed, he'd eaten and put the plate back, and then the next time he'd looked, the plate was gone. But now here the bearer of the plate was, a boy who was probably around his son's age.
That hurt, somewhat, to look at this boy. He had Kon's coloring too. "Yes?"
The boy cleared his throat. "I, uhm, here's your food."
Jor put down the scrolls and took the plate from the boy. "I thank you, both for this and for the other times you have brought me food."
The boy nodded and raised a large pitcher of liquid. "My mom made this. It's lemonade. Freshly squeezed. She thought you might like it."
Jor had no idea what that was but he nodded nonetheless. "Thank your mother for me."
"I will." The boy flashed him a grin as he put down the large pitcher. "I don't mean to be, uh, disrespectful, but you're a lot nicer than Major Zod."
Jor chuckled, probably for the first time since this whole nightmare had begun. "I am much older than Dru-Zod, and with age, I have thankfully come to outgrow the arrogance of my youth. Give him time. Especially with all that has come to pass, he knows that he has no choice but to adapt his point of view. It might take a while but he will get there."
"I believe the 'it might take a while' part because he really doesn't like humans." The boy rubbed his hands nervously at his sides before he outstretched them. "I'm Clark Kent, by the way. Chloe asked me to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't forget to eat or anything, so we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. I can also help out in anyway that you might need." He looked around curiously. "I spend a lot of time teaching the Vigilante Initiative, but when I'm not doing that, I'm free and I could come here and help you. There's a lot of stuff here for just one guy."
A part of Jor just wanted to be alone, but this mortal boy reminded him of the son he'd so recently lost, and he couldn't stop himself from agreeing. "I would like that."
Clark smiled brightly. "Great. I can start now." He rubbed his hands together. "Where would you like me to begin?"
Jor eyed the boy before taking in a deep breath and eyeing the room. "That's a very good question, Clark Kent. A very good question indeed."