Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Major Dru-Zod, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain/Byron Moore, Adam Knight, Zatanna Zatara, Bart Allen, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Jor-El, Vika Balcoin, Van McNulty...
Disclaimer: 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.
Whitney pulled his phone away from his ear to look at it in utter disbelief before he brought it back to his ear and hissed: "Allow it?"
Chloe stood by the window, still with Vika, not aware they were watching from a distance. "It's not like we'll really be taken off guard. We know. We have an advantage." She touched the glass. "Plus, I've been wanting to know what the Town Council has been up to for a very long time now. What better way to find out, and to also weed out this apparent traitor?"
"The plan is sound," Zod declared as he leaned against the wall, his Dragon-hearing making it easy for him to listen in. "We will be prepared to counterattack. She will not be in any true danger."
"But we don't know what this traitor told them - what they know." Whitney ran his hand over his hair, agitation in his every move as he paced the dark alleyway. "They've learned Witch Hunting skills. Chloe. I don't want to put you in danger." He groaned and fought the desire to hit something. "If I taste blood in my mouth I might go berserk."
"I've got two very powerful Circles who'll protect me if anything goes south," she sounded extremely sure of that, and it made him feel proud and yet even more worried.
Zod raised an eyebrow and sniffed, obviously displeased.
"And on top of that, I have a very powerful, extremely arrogant Dragon who could just huff and puff them away if they really annoyed him," she added, as if having heard his huff.
Zod smirked as his gaze lowered to his fingernails, suddenly pleased once more.
Whitney rolled his eyes and turned his back on the Dragon.
Vika's voice could be heard saying something.
Zod snorted in amusement, obviously having heard it perfectly with his damned reptile hearing.
Chloe cried out in horror as she turned to face the woman. "Vika! That's horrifying!"
"What did she say?" Whitney wanted to know, feeling left out of the joke.
Chloe pouted. "She says that if push comes to shove, I can just Enthrall my way out of it."
Whitney made a face at the thought of the Mayor in love with Chloe. "Eww."
"Thank you!" She sounded relieved that someone else felt that way.
Vika spoke and once more wasn't audible through the phone.
Zod nodded. "I wondered the same, actually."
Whitney huffed. "What did she say?"
Chloe's expression was pensive as she gazed at Vika. "She wants to know how someone who went through the loyalty oath could've broken it like this."
Whitney turned and leaned against the alley wall. "Any ideas?"
"Nope." Chloe shook her head. "Can you talk to the others? Let them know what's happening and that they shouldn't interfere unless I give a signal?"
"What signal?" Whitney wanted to know.
She hesitated. "You'll know it if you see it." With that she hung up.
"We'll know it if we see it?" Whitney turned to Zod.
"It is amusing that those humans believe themselves capable of orchestrating a successful coup d'état." The Dragon's fingernails were now long claws. "Tonight should prove to be quite interesting, Sanguine."
Alicia hit the wall, her whole body in pain, her face stinging from the slices across her cheek.
"Harriet, stop it!" Sarah yelled as she got in between them. She'd known that things would get ugly, and yet she could've never predicted the ugliness of Harriet's fury. "This has gone far enough!"
"Don't you dare protect her!" Harriet's eyes were blacker than they'd ever been, her rage terrifying. "That little bitch betrayed us! And then she comes back here to try and get us to join her and that little coward Jordan? She deserves to die!"
When Harriet made to come closer, Sarah moved towards her twin. "She's our sister."
"Not any more she ain't." Harriet turned her dark eyes on Alicia, hand held out. "Energy in the air, electri—!" Harriet cried out as Sarah barreled into her, stopping the spell before it could be completed. "HOW DARE YOU?"
"Control yourself!" Sarah slammed Harriet down by her shoulders. "That's Alicia!"
Harriet's eyes darkened further as blades appeared through her gloves and she swung them at Sarah.
The girl barely managed to roll off to the side and get to her feet in time to avoid them.
"If you get between us, don't think I'll not cut you to get to her." Blades deep in the ground, Harriet's whole body trembled as she pushed herself to her feet. "I am going to kill her, whether you like it or not, because unlike that bitch of a Firstborn, I. AM. NOT. WEAK!"
"She's not weak." Alicia's voice was soft, one hand clutched at her bleeding face, and the other trembling in a clenched fist. "She went up against three Dragons, on her own, to protect kids."
Rudy, who'd been staring at the ground up until then, looked up at that, eyes wide.
Ian sneered. "Shows she's an idiot."
His duplicate nodded in agreement. "More of an idiot than we'd previously thought."
Both Ians high-fived each other.
"It shows she's brave, and she's strong, and she has principles." Alicia glared at both of him, blood beginning to trail down her arm. "She's not like us. She doesn't just protect herself." She turned to Sarah. "Life is good in there. There are problems, but there are solutions. There's war on the horizon, but there's a reason to fight."
Sarah stared at her younger sister and wondered when she'd ever heard the girl speak with such conviction before. Alicia, much like Jordan, had always been too nervous of Harriet's retribution to ever speak up, and yet the girl in front of her was bleeding yet continuing on.
"For the first time last night I did something for someone who wasn't a Balcoin. I fought. I—I didn't survive - I helped." Alicia's voice wavered. "It felt good. It felt right."
"You're so weak it's disgusting." Harriet shook her head and spat at Alicia's feet. "You deserve to be with that stupid bitch. You and Jordan should die just like all those idiots will when Smallville falls." She paused. "Then again, I think I'll kill you now." She flung her hand out towards Alicia. "Silver, fly on wind and strike her down!"
Blades appeared in the air and flew blindingly fast towards Alicia.
Rudy pushed away from the wall, eyes wide.
Sarah screamed seconds before there was an explosion of green, and Alicia was gone.
Three blades stuck into the wall behind her.
Five had been thrown.
Sarah's heart plummeted to her stomach at the realization that two had found their mark.
Harriet stared at the three blades in the wall, and smirked. "No one betrays me."
Sarah's horrified green eyes turned on her twin, her voice breaking with emotion as she cried out: "What have you done?"
Clark continued forwards. He'd seen that light in the distance when it'd flashed so brightly by the left border and had felt drawn to it. He wasn't sure what that light could've been, but he'd been patrolling the border after what'd happened last night. He didn't trust that those Dragons wouldn't come back and do something else. The children who hadn't made it - their torn, terrified faces haunted him. He, and some of the others, had dug graves for the kids, and he'd never be able to get their faces, their mutilated bodies, out of his memory.
Cresting the hill, Clark frowned. There wasn't anything here. And yet he'd been sure that he'd seen… his eyes widened when he finally noticed legs sticking out from behind a large cluster of bushes. That position - someone wasn't crouched waiting to pounce. Someone was lying on their back. Why would someone be there?
Silently making his way down, Clark circled around carefully and then froze. Alicia Baker lay on the ground, half of her face slashed, and two blades sticking into her stomach. "Alicia?" He raced towards her, terrified that she was dead, and yet her shallow breathing when he brought his ear to her mouth proved, that even if barely, she was still alive.
He tried Chloe's number, but it was busy. He tried Whitney's, it was busy. With a growl he called the next person on his list.
"You know, Clark," Greg Arkin answered lazily. "You're my hero. Cassie's over here, and she and my mom are annoying the hell out of me, so if you could—."
"Alicia's been attacked." Clark couldn't wait for his friend to finish that sentence. "She's by the east border, her face is slashed up, she's got blades in her stomach - she's unconscious and bleeding out."
"Have you told Chloe?" Greg was suddenly all business.
"She and Whitney aren't answering," Clark responded. "What do I do?"
"I don't know! I'm not a doctor! I want to say bring her - but there are television shows where they tell you not to move the victim because you can really hurt them!" Greg growled. "Stay with her! Make sure she doesn't die! I'm getting help!" And with that he hung up.
Clark stared down at her, terrified. "Don't die on me, Alicia. Don't you dare die!" He felt her hand jerk, and gazed down to see something inside of her clenched palm. It looked like a scale. Eyes wide, Clark swiped it from her and stared at it. What was Alicia doing with one of Chloe's gossamer-colored scales?
"How odd to see you unaccompanied by one of your Circles," the voice shouldn't have been surprising, and yet it somehow was.
Chloe turned around to see the Mayor standing there. "What—." Feeling a presence behind her, she swung around in time for shackles to be closed around her wrists, and yet they were no ordinary shackles. These are magically enhanced ones. She could feel it immediately, and stared down in shock to see the runes carved into the metal. These—these were incredibly specific runes which had a very precise use. These hadn't been put there accidentally, whoever had carved them into the shackles had known what they were doing. She knew her shock was visible as she stared at them. Of all the things she'd expected - this had not been one of them!
"I'm sorry for having to do this," the Mayor declared. "But we need to talk."
"So... are you unable to talk without shackling the other person?" Chloe lifted her wrists.
"When one is of your… power… We, the Town Council, decided that it would be better if you were contained during this conversation."
"Is that so?" A muscle jumped in her cheek. "Who taught you these symbols?"
"No one taught us. It was done for us." The Mayor motioned out into the darkness. "Did you really think an oath would be enough to turn my son against me?"
Chloe turned to peer into the darkness where he motioned in time to see a highly ashamed Hank emerge. "Hank?" She was utterly shocked stupid. "You did this?"
He wouldn't look up at either of them. "I had to choose a side." He closed his eyes tightly. "I'm so sorry."
She stared at him dumbfounded.
"Let's have this conversation somewhere where your people won't interrupt us." The Mayor nodded to the man who'd slipped the shackles onto her. Chloe didn't recognize him.
Staring at Hank in utter shock, Chloe let herself be dragged away.
"And I'm supposed to care?" Mikhail wanted to know.
Diana stared up at him. "What if she dies?"
"She had one of Chloe's scales." Mikhail moved closer. "She went through the barrier. She obviously can't be trusted. If she dies it saves me from having to deal with her myself."
Diana glared at her brother before she took in a deep breath. "Chloe won't like you saying that."
"Stop acting all high and mighty, Diana." Mikhail rolled his eyes before he leaned in closer, voice low as it whispered in his ear. "I know that despite this front you're putting up, you'll kill her without a second's thought if she's a threat." He chuckled. "It's not like you haven't killed family before."
A muscle jumped in her cheek and she twirled towards him, poking her finger angrily into his chest. "Yeah. You're right. I killed our father. I don't feel bad about it. If I could go back I would kill him sooner." She stepped closer to him, feeling the shifting in her eyes as her Balcoin dark magic simmered under her skin. "My only regret is that he lived as long as he did."
Mikhail stared at Diana, his fists clenching, and then he chuckled and his face was a mask of amusement once more. "You know, I think I like you better when you admit to the fact that you're not sweet little Diana. You're just as Balcoin as the rest of us, you just hide it better."
"Why aren't the Healing Caverns working?" Cassie stormed towards them, breaking into the tense moment. "They should be working."
"Has anyone considered taking her to a doctor?" Bart threw in there from where he sat against the cave wall. The Caves had let him in, and no one had really questioned that. "If the Caves don't want to heal her, I'm just saying, maybe she doesn't deserve to be healed."
"I'm with shorty." Lucas was once more on his iPhone, far from worried. "She left on some sneaky little mission, probably went to blab everything to her siblings, and one of Rao's men got her. I call itkarma."
"Those weren't Dragon claw marks on her face," Zatanna declared, on the phone as well, texting. "I don't know what made them, but they weren't reptilian."
Adam looked up at her before he sighed. "Where's Chloe? She should be here."
"I got a text from Whitney." Greg appeared, hot on Cassie's trail. "He says his mole in the Town Council contacted him. According to his informant, one of the VIs is rogue and helping them trap Chloe. They wanna take over Smallville."
Lucas jumped to his feet. "Then what the hell are we doing here? We've got ourselves a Town Council to kill."
"You, sit." Cassie motioned for him to sit back down. "Whitney's text also said that Chloe wants to allow it and we should stay away unless we get a signal to do otherwise."
"I've got blood all over my shoes!" Faye's voice could be heard complaining before she rejoined them and stood there, hands on her hips. "The Caves aren't healing her. Byron, Clark and Jordan are getting her prepped to take to the hospital. She's lost a lot of blood."
Mikhail ignored Faye and turned to Cassie. "What signal?"
Cassie shrugged. "I don't think he said." She turned to Greg. "Right?"
"Right." Greg nodded.
"Do he and Chloe know about what's going on here?" Zatanna wanted to know. "I've been texting her but she's not answering."
"He does. But I haven't been able to get into contact with Chloe either." Greg groaned. "Whitney's the one who told us to get Alicia out of the Caves if they aren't healing her, and take her to a witch doctor, or a human doctor. Someone."
Diana frowned. "It's not like Chloe to be incommunicado. We're always getting into some sort of trouble, she knows better than to keep her phone off."
Adam's eyes narrowed as he suddenly stood. "Something's happening. Her magic… I…" His eyes widened and he raced out of the cavern, heading in the direction of the exit.
The others shared looks before they hurried after him.