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...
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.
A/N: Timeline-wise it is side-by-side with events in Secret Circle. It is around Season One of Smallville...with alterations of course. And Lex Luthor has not arrived in Smallville up until this point in the story.
She was a witch.
This was going to take a lot of getting used to.
The blonde had spent breakfast playing pretend with her father, acting as if her whole world hadn't violently changed. She'd told him about the movies she hadn't watched with Pete and Clark, and the comments her ex bests hadn't made. He was just so happy that she had friends she could count on and laughed at all the funny little incidents she'd made up that she felt that she wasn't doing wrong lying to him. Her father had enough things to worry about without adding teenaged witchcraft problems to it...because if this was somehow inherited she doubted that it was from her father's side. If he had magic she couldn't see him working so hard, dedicating himself to Luthorcorp and its running. She couldn't see someone with power never doing something for himself, hoped at least that that was the case. Because if it wasn't, and she got her witchy ways from him, Gabe Sullivan was a much better person than she was.
"You know what was playing the other night?" She stirred her spoon in her cereal. "The Craft."
"That the one with snakes and the crazy goth girl?" He asked, looking up from his newspaper with a smile.
She nodded. "The very one."
"We haven't watched that one in a while." He chuckled, shaking his head as his gaze returned to the paper.
"I always wish I was a witch so I could do that thing they did where they changed how they looked." Chloe tried for innocence, fishing for some clue as to whether her father knew about more than he was letting on or if he was just an innocent in the whole matter.
He snorted. "Now why would you want that? You're perfect just the way you are. You shouldn't want to change a thing."
It was reasons like like one that made her love him so much.
"Oh daddy." Chloe got up and hugged him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he chuckled and hugged her back. "How am I ever gonna find a man who loves me as unconditionally as you, huh? You're raising me for utter disillusionment and heartbreak."
"Pssft." He shook his head. "There's someone out there for everyone honey. You just haven't met the right man for you yet." He gave her a little pat. "And I'm relieved for it. Not ready to let go of you yet."
"I love you daddy." Chloe pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
"I love you too darling." He replied in his sweet way. "But you should be getting to school now, shouldn't you?"
"Break up a tender moment between father and daughter why don't you?" Chloe scoffed with laughter as she pressed another kiss to his cheek and grabbed her bag, hurrying out the back door.
Her mind was already on other things, although they were still magic-related. Clark and warned her that Pete would be ambushing her today at school and the blonde wasn't exactly sure how to handle any of this. On one had she could get why they'd pulled away from her because she would have figured out their magic and freaked out a little-which might have repressed her own magic in fear of being a freak…and yet…Chloe sighed, remembering all the late nights crying, wondering why her best friends didn't want her anymore. She could remember the first days especially, being so hurt and confused, not understanding anything, wondering if it was something she had done.
At first she'd blamed herself, figuring that there was no way that the both of them could have tuned her out like that if it wasn't for the fact that she'd done something horrible and was terrible enough of a person to not even realize whatever it was that she'd done to offend/hurt/anger them.
Afterwards, she'd just resented them and Lana for "taking them away" from her, figuring that the cheerleader had offered them something Chloe couldn't. Obviously popularity was part of that considering everyone basically worshipped Lana in high school, and those in her group were infamous by association.
Rounding towards the front lawn and the driveway, Chloe opened the gate and stepped out, shuffling through her bag for her keys. It was because of that that she nearly ran into someone and gave a little shriek as she looked up, stopping right before she hit whoever it was.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." The stranger gave her a smile as he stared at her. "Is this the Sullivan residence?"
He was older, probably around her father's age, but he was attractive with dark eyes that drew her towards him. There was something about him, she didn't know what, but it called to her softly.
"Uh, yeah." She pulled a strand of hair out of her face, giving an awkward little laugh. "I'm Chloe."
"Chloe." He whispered, eyeing her intensely, lips curving into a smile. "John Blackwell."
She eyed the hand he stretched out towards her before reaching out and placing her hand in his, gasping when an electric shock raced between them and sparked visibly.
He tightened his grip on her hand when she would have yanked hers out, his eyes narrowed, his lips twisted even more as his eyes met her. "So you really have awoken."
Her green eyes widened as she gazed up at him.
"Is Gabriel home?" John asked, finally letting her hand slip from his, charm and an aura of mystery and enchantment surrounding him.
"Yeah." She nodded, heart racing, pulse insane, unable to understand the connection she felt with this man.
Was he a witch too?
Did he just know about them?
Then again, why would the...(was it their magic?)...react so visibly at their first touch?
Chloe jumped at her father's voice, finally able to tear her gaze away from the newcomer's, turning towards her father while placing her hand over her racing heart. "Dad!" She felt a little giddy, a lot nervous. "This is John Blackwell...which you already knew...of course."
"Gabriel." John turned towards him.
"It's been a long time, John." Her father stood on the porch, expression blank.
"I know. And I'm sorry." John nodded in agreement. "Things got...hectic."
"I can imagine." Gabe nodded before his gaze went to her. "You've met Chloe."
John's gaze slid to her as well. "Yes, I have."
"Honey, you should go, we don't want you getting late for school." Her father smiled at her.
She smiled back, before her gaze was drawn back to John. "Will you be hanging around Smallville for a bit longer, Mr Blackwell?"
He nodded. "I have some business here. We'll be seeing each other again."
Smiling brightly, Chloe sent a kiss in her father's direction and hurried to her car, watching as John entered the house, her father closing the door behind them.
She had no idea who this John Blackwell guy was, but a part of her wanted to be closer, to know more.
Intrigued, the blonde backed out of her driveway and into the street.
John fingered the curtain open, watching the girl back out into the street before joining the traffic and disappearing from sight. His lips twitched as he finally let the curtain fall together and he turned towards Gabriel, who was leaning against the wall, eyebrow raised. He'd known that there would be some resistance from the man, but he also knew that in the end he'd have his way. He always did, especially when it mattered. And this mattered.
"So, I see the rumors of your death were vastly exaggerated." Gabriel announced, folding his arms over his chest.
"The Witch Hunters massacred half of the circle in Chance Harbor, it was safer for everyone if I was thought dead." He replied, eyeing the seats before taking one. "Don't think I haven't been keeping an eye on things though. You've done a good job raising her, especially after Moira split." He tilted his head to the side. "She's a very special girl."
"Yes, she is, and for many more reasons than the ones you are referring to." Gabriel replied, fatherly pride and protectiveness in his every feature. "She's incredibly smart, has been since an early age, and inquisitive to a fault. She arrived in her high school and revived the dead newspaper, becoming the Editor immediately despite the senior students she managed to wrangle into working there. She has an ability to find the truth when people want it hidden."
That was obviously meant to have a double-meaning.
"Her magic's awoken."
That knocked Gabriel back, his eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
"It's what brought me here." John nodded. "I could feel it the moment it rippled out of her." He grinned. "She's strong, Gabe. Very strong. I always knew she would be."
"She's also a kid, John." Gabriel frowned, running his hand over his hair. "She deserves to spend the rest of her childhood as a normal teen without this war of yours weighing over her head!"
"It's her war too, Gabe." John raised an eyebrow. "She's deep in it no matter how much you'd like to bury your head and pretend otherwise. She's a woman now."
"She's not." Gabriel snapped.
"Yes, she is. You're just seeing her with the eyes of the man who's taken care of her since the moment she was born." John eyed the older man carefully. "But the woman out there is just that. A woman. And the time is drawing nigh."
"She's only sixteen John."
"She's come of age, Gabe." John leaned forwards, seeing that he was finally getting through to the other man. "She's also my first born child of either gender. You know the importance of Firstborns to the Balcoins."
"So you've fathered a son." Gabe's lips twisted. "You've always wanted one."
"I always wanted a male to carry my name when I'm gone, yes, but otherwise I found from extensive research into Balcoin history that it is the women of our family who have always been shown to be exceptionally powerful. Especially if they're the Firstborn." John agreed, leaning back in his seat. "I've managed to father a rounded number. The Balcoin name will return in great numbers and nothing the Elders or the Witch Hunters do will be able to end our name, our lineage, our blood."
"Your dark magic." Gabe muttered before finally letting go of his resentful and unhappy attitude with a deep sigh. "How many?"
"Six." He replied, pride welling in his chest.
Gabe closed his eyes, covering them with his hand. "Your very own circle."
John nodded before sighing. "Amelia's dead."
Gabe's eyes flew open in surprise. "And Cassie?"
"She's living in Chance Harbor with Jane." He still wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "She's been awoken and bound her circle...and while I'm glad to know that she's awoken her powers there are complications to her being there, bound to that group."
"Ah yes, the Blake and Conant "destined in the stars" situation." Gabe nodded, knowing all about that. "You just barely kept it from happening with Amelia and Ethan."
"There is another issue that I find most perplexing, and I'm sure you'll agree once you find out." John raised an eyebrow. "I know you know that Luthor has had a son...how you've managed to keep Chloe hidden while working for him is utter genius...but I would much more careful now if I were you."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Gabe leaned forwards. "Luthor might have had a son, but this plant is in hicksville, they'd never come here of their own free will. It's as safe a place as any to keep an eye on them while keeping hidden. I can handle this."
"Yes, but can you handle Queen, Teague and Bloome having sons as well?" John questioned, knowing the answer.
"What?" Gabe hissed, standing.
"I've been doing traveling during my...death...and I've stumbled upon their circle. It's a strong one Gabe." John leaned back against the seat, watching the horror on the other man's face. "Imagine a circle comprised of Lex Luthor, Oliver Queen, Jason Teague, Davis Bloome...as well as Patricia Swann and Tess Mercer."
"That's not good." Gabe whispered in horror.
John nodded. "A circle filled with the descendants of some of the most ancient families...children who have reason to be quite interested in anything Balcoin."
"Fucking hell." Gabe cursed, running his hand over his face.
"You can understand my need to keep these boys and their families from ever discovering the fact that I have daughters." John stood. "Much less figure out whom my firstborn daughter is…or the fact that she is the Firstborn."
Gabe began to pace, cursing to himself. "Dammit John, you should have told me this sooner!"
"I'm telling you now."
"And why is that?" Gabe turned on him, angry. "Why all of a sudden have you decided to make an appearance? It can't be just because she's awoken."
John hesitated a moment before standing. "You're right of course." He raised his chin. "There's much more."
Chloe looked up from locking her car to smile as Van came running up towards her. She had to admit that she was a little relieved that he was the first person she was seeing at school and not any of the others, her smile genuine as he reached her side. "Hey!"
"I am so sorry about last night," he flinched, coming to stand next to her. "Mom was really unfair."
"It's okay." She shrugged.
"That's it? Really?" He blinked in surprise. "Dawn slapped me first thing this morning."
"Ouch." She eyed his face. "There's no mark though, so thankfully her nails didn't scratch skin."
He nodded, falling into pace with her as they made their way towards the school building. "So, did anything interesting happen last night that I missed out on?"
Oh, had it ever!
"Not really, it was a bust." She lied, giving him her most disappointed look. "It wasn't even spooky."
"Well, still, sorry I didn't make it." He looked up when some of his friends called his name and nodded. "Talk to you later then."
And with that he jogged up to his friends, shared high-fives, and went on their merry way.
"I never liked high-fivers." Whitney declared from behind her.
Turning around, Chloe came face to face with Lana and the Drones...should she really be calling them that now?
Pete was the closest to her, holding out a single rose with an apologetic and hopeful expression on his face. "A rose for a rose?"
She could feel the resentment and anger and sense of inadequacy she'd been suffering since Pete and Clark had left her...and a part of her wanted to be spiteful. She still felt betrayed by Clark and Pete, wasn't too sure about Whitney or Greg, and admittedly resented Lana Lang for her role in all of this. It was childish to want to blame everything on Lana and not like her, especially when truthfully the girl had never been unkind to her, but Chloe had already had abandonment issues from her mother booking on her. And then her two best friends had as well. It'd really messed with Chloe's mind and self-esteem, the blonde still not sure if it was something about her that made people just decide to leave.
And yet, at the same time, Chloe had missed Clark and Pete so badly that she was willing to give these others a chance as well if only to have her boys back in her life.
That was why she received the rose gracefully and pressed a kiss to Pete's cheek.
Blushing, Pete gave her a beautiful smile, shucking his hands into his jeans pocket.
Lana smiled brightly, hugging herself. "I'm so glad that you and the boys are reconciled. They really missed you."
Chloe still didn't know what to think about the brunette, so she only just nodded and looked around her.
"Now that you're awoken, and Clark says you actually believe us, we should meet up after school so we can explain things to you." Lana announced, apparently very much in charge of this whole operation. "Though, to be fair, Aunt Nell will be the one who has most of the answers...she's the only one of the old circle who's still around or active so she's been mentoring us."
"Old circle?" Chloe frowned.
"Yes. Remember. I told you we were connected." Lana smiled brightly at the interest. "This goes way back...especially your family, Greg's, and mine."
"Huh?" Chloe was getting more and more confused.
"I say screw school." Greg announced from where he was searching in his leather jacket for something. "Let's swing by the Talon now and get this over with."
"The Talon?" Chloe turned her green gaze on him. "The old abandoned theatre?"
Whitney nodded, hands in his jersey's pockets. "Apparently it's where the old circle used to hang out and practice magic and stuff."
They kept mentioning this "old circle" and it was driving her insane with curiosity.
"I don't know if we should skip." Lana made a face, obviously uneasy with the idea.
"Me neither." Clark gazed around him in worry, as if just around the corner the principal was waiting to catch them red-handed.
"I'm gonna skip either way." Greg pulled out a cigarette and whispered something, the end lighting on fire as he took a whiff of it. "So who's coming with me?"
"You're gonna get cancer like that." Lana made a face at his cigarette.
"Or worse, give it to us." Whitney grumbled.
Rolling his eyes, obviously not caring what either had to say, Greg turned to Chloe. "You in?"