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The New Circle 7/? 
4th-Mar-2013 07:43 pm
The New Circle

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...
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.
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.

"My ass is numb." Van hissed to Chloe as they laid under the cover of the bushes, their night vision equipment aimed towards the Jenkins cows grazing peacefully in the fields.

"Then change position." She hissed back, laying on her stomach, camera in hand. "Just don't make too much noise and give away our position."

"Yes Major General!" He saluted mockingly before wincing as he followed her orders and changed to a different position. "My ass is tingling now."

Chloe's lips twitched in amusement as she tried to feel annoyed by his constant complaints. "Are you always such a cry baby or is it just with me?"

"Just with you." He quipped. "You're special."

"Lucky me." The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Did you bring anything for us to chew on while we're waiting on Chupie?" Van wanted to know. "I'm hungry."

"No, I didn't bring anything to eat. We're on a stake out."

"In the movies the cops always have donuts and coffee on their stakeout."

"They weren't tracking a possible supernatural creature." Chloe turned her gaze on him finally. "It would have better smelling than us even if it was just an animal, and the smell of food and coffee would alert it to our presence."

"Damned animal." Van grumbled. "I'm hungry."

"Why does Dawn Stiles put up with you?" Chloe asked in shock.

His smile went lecherous immediately. "Because I have a big di-."

Chloe reached out and covered his mouth.

He grinned evilly from beneath her hand.

Chloe opened her mouth when suddenly the cows made a strange sound, catching both of their attention as the teens turned their gazes to their respective night vision cameras, searching the herd and surrounding for whatever could be making the cattle so uneasy.

Suddenly Van froze. "What the-?"

Chloe aimed her lens in the direction he was, trying to see what he did, and yet it took a couple of minutes of intensive searching before her night vision zoomed in on what he'd caught. "Is that-?"

"Oh fuck!" Van dropped his camera, the sound of the thud causing the creature to stop at the outskirts of the herd and turn its gaze on her. "It's a werewolf! It's a goddamn werewolf!"

"It's not a werewolf." Chloe hissed at him, pointing to the crescent moon above their heads. "And keep quiet!"

Van's wide eyes proved that he had a lot of questions, but he remained silent, raising his screen to get a better view of what was out there.

Chloe gulped as she returned her gaze to her own screen, finding the creature's gaze in their direction. It looked like a pure white wolf at first glance, and yet there was something about it that betrayed that it wasn't a normal wolf. Maybe it was something in its body, in those eyes that nearly glowed in the darkness, but that wasn't a normal wolf.

The blonde gulped, following the creature's movement as it turned and charged the cattle.

Van gulped, his hand reaching out and resting on top of Chloe's on the grass.

She jumped a little at the touch, sending him a sideways glance before returning her gaze to her screen, continuing to watch the massacre, feeling horrible for the cattle and yet too afraid to betray her hiding place.

There was no sense to the massacre, the creature killing the cattle closest to it, yet never stopping to consume its kill.

While most normal creatures killed to eat, to survive, it was obvious that hunger wasn't behind this thing's actions. It killed, it destroyed, and then once it noticed lights coming on in the house it took off in the opposite direction fast as lightning. It was more than obvious that the objective here was to maim and hurt...Farmer Jenkins. She followed the creature's rapid movements with her night vision until she couldn't make it out anymore.

A ragged sigh escaping from Van's lips proved that he too had been doing the same. "What the hell?"

Chloe turned her screen on him, seeing his wide-eyed expression. "We have a wolf on the loose in Smallville."

"That wasn't a wolf!" Van hissed, lips parting. "It was way too muscular! And, and, it just wasn't right!"

Chloe chewed her bottom lip, gaze going towards the house. "We need to get out of here before Farmer Jenkins arrives."

"Way ahead of you." Van was already up, pulling her by their connected hands as he began to sprint towards the car, pulling her behind him.

Chloe tried to keep up and not trip, and when they finally made it to her car her hand was released as both teens raced inside and slammed the doors, locking them instantly. The key found home, the ignition purred to life, and Chloe eased out of the hiding place despite Van's insistence that she floor it, refusing to leave tire tracks that might lead back to her and her baby. The blonde played it cool behind the wheel, hissing for Van to calm the fuck down, before finally they were in traffic once more heading towards the school, where Van's truck had been left.

"What are we going to do about this?" Van wanted to know, now less nervous and instead revved up. "We have the thing on video! That is so awesome!" He grinned brightly. "We should upload this to youtube."

Chloe rolled her eyes, yet her lips twitched in amusement. "We can't do that until we crack the story, Van. Tonight was just a break in the case. Now that we have an idea of what is doing the killing, we need to find out more about it and why it's doing what it is. Only when we have all our facts straight and double-checked, and we have more proof...then the story can feature on the Torch and you can upload the footage to youtube if you still want to."

Van pouted yet didn't say anything else, rewinding the footage and watching it over again. "I need to buy something with better resolution. It's really grainy and the contrast isn't good enough. I mean, I could edit the footage's contrast somewhat on the computer at the Torch, but I still don't think it's going to be much a difference. I'm going to have to buy something that films night vision in HD."

Chloe's lips curled as she realized that Van had caught to the investigative bug.

"So what's the next step then?" Van turned his eyes on her.

"Well, we should check see if the Metropolis Zoo is missing any of its wolves." Chloe replied. "We have to cover all of our bases."

"Fine. I can check that out. My cousin's boyfriend works at the zoo." Van surprised her. "He'd give me the details and I'd just cite him as a "credible, anonymous source"."

Chloe turned to look at him in shock.

Van cleared his throat. "What?"

"I thought you said you never read the Torch or any other newspaper." Chloe narrowed her eyes.

"I don't...didn't..." He mumbled, gaze going away, awkward.

"You liar." She laughed. "I always call my witnesses "credible, anonymous sources"!"

"Okay fine." Van pouted. "I may have picked up an issue of the Torch once in a while in the past. Are you happy now?"

Laughing harder, Chloe shook her head. "You're a man of many mysterious."

"And don't forget it." His pout lifted slightly.

"No sir." Chloe nodded.

"Good." Van stopped the video and closed the screen with a snap, turning to face her. "So I'm guessing I'm going to have to keep this all quiet until we break the news Front Page Feature style."

"Yes." The blonde nodded.

"Dawn's told me I need to quit if I don't actually supply proof soon that I'm not just hanging around with you because I like you."

Chloe raised an eyebrow as she took the corner. "Is she insecure of the time you spend with me?"

"Can you blame her?" Van wanted to know.

Chloe was surprised and flattered. "Huh?"

"Well, you're cute, impulsive, intimidating, and I'm the only guy who you're hanging out alone with now. Makes her think you like me." Van's smile was pure smugness. "Not that I blame her for thinking that way...I mean...I am hot."

Rolling her eyes, Chloe could see the school in the distance. "If I know a guy has a girlfriend, he immediately becomes unappealing in my opinion."

"Seriously?" Van asked, shocked. "So you're saying that if I wasn't with Dawn you'd be attracted to me?"

She thought that one over, sending him a sideway look. "Why not? As you so arrogantly stated, you are 'hot'."

"Damn." Van blinked, eyeing her curiously. "I'm flattered."

A little embarrassed, Chloe chuckled as she shook her head, not commenting further on this topic.

"Just for the record, and this is "off the record" cause Dawn would kill me, but if I didn't have a girlfriend you'd be attractive to me too."

Chloe blinked, blushing slightly as she sent him a sideways glance before turning into the school parking lot. "Duly noted."


Driving up to his truck, Chloe stopped the car. "Thanks for coming with me tonight."

"Someone's gotta watch your back." Van replied, putting his stuff in his backpack.

Chloe smiled softly at that, opening her mouth to thank him when her phone ring. "Sit back for a sec please." She leaned across him, opening the dashboard and grabbing her phone, closing the lid once more as her gaze went to the caller ID, raising an eyebrow.

It was Fordman.

"The hell?" Since when did he call her? And how had he gotten her number?

"Since when does Whitney Fordman call you?" Van made up his face, basically asking what she was thinking.

"Since never." Frowning, Chloe emerged from the car and closed the door, leaning against it as she gazed towards the field, which was hidden behind the school building but the lights still on proved that the guys were probably still practicing, or just finishing. Pursing her lips, she answered, bringing the phone to her ear. "How did you get my number?"

"Magic." Was his wise-ass answer.

Rolling her eyes as she heard Van's door close, Chloe half turned and gave him a little wave before sighing, gaze going back to the bright lights backlighting the school. "So to what dubious reason do I owe this phone call?"

"I need a ride." He replied.

Her gaze scanned the parking lot, realizing belatedly that his truck wasn't around. "What happened to your truck?"

"I'll explain it later." He declared. "So will you give me the ride or what?"

She let out a little breath. "I guess."

"Please, hold your enthusiasm in check." He snarked.

She smirked. "Don't push it buddy."

Van came around the side of her car. "Everything okay?"

She covered the receiver and nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry." She smiled at him before blowing at a blonde strand of hair that fell into her face. "Thanks again."

Van reached shucked his hands into his jacket's pockets, looking uncomfortable yet determined. "If Fordman's giving you grief, just tell him to get lost or I'll deal with him."

Her smile grew, wondering when he'd started acting like an older brother to her. "I'll let him know that."

"See you later then." Van grinned, heading towards his truck.

Chloe smiled at his retreating figure, sweeping a wind-blown strand out of her face and behind her ear as she watched him hop into his truck.

"Oh god, I'm going to puke at such display of corniness." Whitney's voice mumbled in her ear.

Sighing, remembering that she had him on the line, the blonde's gaze went to the school steps to see Fordman slowly coming down towards her. Considering she'd be talking to him face to face she hung up the phone call and waited for him, leaning against her car.

Whitney eyed Van before jogging towards her, shouldering his duffel-bag with sports equipment. "I bet you're wondering how I knew you'd be here."

"Obviously you're in love with me and it's made you a stalker." Chloe sighed as if a huge burden had been placed on her shoulders.

Whitney rolled his eyes. "The correct answer was: I spelled you."

"Wait, what?" Chloe turned towards him in shock.

"Well, actually, I spelled your parking space." Whitney admitted, eyeing the space the car was resting on. "Have you noticed that no one else really ever parks here? It's like unofficially reserved for you or something."

"I'm here earlier than most getting the Torch ready for publication." Chloe responded, eyebrow raised. "No one's around usually so I get to pick my own space and this one is right outside the Torch's windows so I can keep an eye on it while I'm there."

"Oh." He leaned against her car, hands in his jersey's pockets. "So, I've decided not to go to the Talon anymore."

Her eyes widened, shocked. "What? Why?"

"If I wanted to belong to something in which the adult abused the teenager, I'd stay home." He sneered, shaking his golden head, before his gaze slid to her. "Nell shouldn't have done that to you…no matter how annoying you are."

Chloe leaned hard against her car, her head turned towards him, a little humbled while amused at the same time. "Thanks."

"How's your throat?"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the Halls candies she'd been sucking ever since the happening, trying to cool down the burning in her throat. "I'll survive."

He cleared his throat, gaze going to where Van's truck had been. "So when's McNulty getting voted off the island?"

"Excuse me?" Chloe eyed him in confusion.

"Oh come on, don't play coy." Whitney smirked. "Everyone knows he's just replacing Clark and Pete. Now that you got them back you've got no use for him."

"I don't use people." She frowned at him. "I admit I only asked Van to help me because Clark and Pete were no longer around, but I honestly like him and I'm not going to just push him to the side because they're back in my life."

"Whatever." He gazed away. "Found anything interesting tonight?"

"Actually, yeah." Chloe motioned for him to get into her car as she slipped inside, locking her door.

Whitney slid into the passenger's seat and locked his own door, throwing his duffel-bag on the back seat as he turned towards her. "What's up?"

Chloe already had the camera ready, pressing play as she showed him the video of the attack on Farmer Jenkins' cattle.

Whitney hissed as he leaned in closer to her to get a better look. "Jesus."

"I know." She flinched, unable to watch this without feeling so sorry for the cattle. "Thing is it killed a number of them and never fed once."

Whitney made a face. "But didn't we learn that predators only kill to eat?"

"Exactly." Chloe paused the video on a close up of the creature as it turned to look towards them. "There was just something off about this thing. Van thought it was a werewolf but the lunar cycle is completely off."

"What about a skinwalker?"

"Huh?" Chloe turned to face him.

He turned to face her. "I've read about it in some of the green magic books Nell leant me. Apparently there were some strong shamans who could use herbs and stuff like that to go into a trance and actually shift into animals. It's rare…but a definite possibility." He shrugged. "And we are a town of witches, so it's not really too 'out there'."

Chloe leaned hard against her seat, shutting the screen and turning off her camera. "A skinwalker."

He mimicked her actions, eyeing her. "I could try find out more detailed info on skinwalkers for you if you want. I could probably find the ritual for the transformation, and the herbs needed, and we could figure out from there who would sell what was needed and who buys those things…and see if we can tie in some sort of grudge against Farmer Jenkins."

Chloe eyed him in shock. "You'd do that?"

He smirked. "I'm not saying I'll make it my priority or anything, but considering I'm not going to be going to the Talon anytime soon I'm going to have some free time on my hands and will need something to keep me occupied."

"Thanks." She gave him probably the first genuine smile that she had since she'd known him. "That would mean a lot to me."

He grinned at her.

"So," Chloe put her key in the ignition. "Straight to your home right?"

"Nope." Whitney shook his head as she began reversing out of her parking space. "We're going to yours."

"I don't remember agreeing to this." She stopped the car and turned to look at him. "Why are we going to mine?"

"Because everyone knows your father lives at the Luthorcorp facility, and if we're not going to be taking direction from Nell anymore, we need your family's book." Whitney surprised her by saying. "My douchebag of a father will never tell me where his is, Clark's mother says she's waiting until he's twenty one to give him his, Pete's mom probably burnt hers after she became all "holy"...so that leaves you and Arkin as the only two who have a slight chance of finding your family's books." The Quarterback raised an eyebrow at her. "And I am not going to spend time alone with Arkin. We'll end up killing each other…or ourselves."

That was probably true. "So, how long do you think we have until Nell realizes you bailed on her too?"

"Oh, I quit outright. She knows." Whitney snorted.

Her eyes widened in shock. "She must have been ecstatic."

"I'm not going to voluntarily be around an adult who'd physically bully someone younger and with less power than them." Whitiney's features were grave as his gaze slid away. "I have enough of that on the field to take it in any other part of my life."

Chloe frowned at him slightly, having known about Whitney's dad from Greg, but surprised to hear about this news. "You're getting bullied?"

"It's not bullied." He frowned at her, looking around before clearing his throat. "If any hint of this gets on the Torch I will burn it down, do you get me?"

"Like crystal." She leveled her gaze with him.

Whitney cleared his throat before leaning closer. "Coach Arnold? He's a witch too."

"Coach Arnold?" Chloe's eyes widened.

"Yeah." Whitney nodded. "He has a really "fiery" temper, and uses that to keep us all in line."

"Fiery as in...?"

"Fiery." His blues met her greens.

"Oh wow." Chloe blinked, leaning harder against her seat, turned fully towards Whitney. "I can see why you wouldn't leave the team like Nell wanted."

"Nah, that was because I love the game." Whitney grinned at her lopsidedly. "Though, I would pay good money to see those two square off if she'd insisted I leave the team and went to the coach about it. They're both intimidating in their own way."

Chloe eyed him silently, taking in the Quarterback she'd never really thought about before other than as the School Jock or Lana's Drone, and she felt a little guilty for being so closed-minded against him for so long. "So, any idea where we're supposed to begin looking? Because I tried my dad's room already and that was a lost venture."

Whitney grinned brighter. "Well, I say we take your house room by room. There might be some sort of hidden door or something."

Shifting gears, Chloe exited the parking lot, easily joining the traffic on the road as they drove towards her home. "This seems so unreal to me."

"To me too." Whitney admitted, pulling on his seatbelt. "Apparently Lana always knew she would awaken to her powers, but the rest of us? Our parents kept it on the down-low."

"I don't get why." Chloe made a face. "I mean, I understand that they'd had a brush with the Witch-Hunters and that Greg's dad died as a result of it...but still. They knew we'd have powers and they had to have known that the Witch-Hunters would come back for our circle. So why not tell us and prepare us?"

"Maybe they hoped that if we didn't know we wouldn't manifest?" Whitney shrugged. "I know my old man lost his powers before my birth so he might have even thought that I wouldn't be born with any."

That was a thought.

"Who do you think they'll get for the fifth and sixth?" Chloe stopped at a red light despite the fact that there was no traffic around her.

"Good question." Whitney pursed his lips in thought. "I honestly don't know who else in Smallville are witches other than Coach Arnold. I know that there are supposed to be a few other families around, but Nell thinks they're inferior, which is why she let her own circle fall to nothing instead of starting a new one." He scratched his cheek. "I think she's going to campaign to get us back."

"Fat chance." Chloe mumbled, hand going to her throat as she pressed on the gas when the light turned green.

Whitney sent her a sideways glance. "Still that bad?"

"I feel like I'm scratched up inside." She admitted.

Whitney didn't answer, just looked away out his window.

They continued the drive in silence until they reached her home, the two blondes sharing a look before squaring their shoulders and emerging from the car, clear on their mission.
5th-Mar-2013 01:05 am (UTC)
Woohoo another update it puts a smile on my face to see a new chapter for this story.

Typical guy thinking about his stomach on a stakeout lol! I think Nell has her work cut out if she wants them back in the circle, I would love for them to tell her that they will never be part of her circle again or better yet start their own!

I know you've only just posted but really can't wait for chapter 8 :-)
6th-Mar-2013 12:23 am (UTC)
So happy to hear that :)

Definitely! Nell might pretend that that circle is Lana's, but it's really *hers* in many ways, and Chloe realizes that.
5th-Mar-2013 01:23 am (UTC)
I love that you have so many chapters ready! But it makes me greedy. Great chapter. I really like the character of Van. I hope he doesn't turn into a bad guy. You do like to throw surprises at us... :D Awesome sauce hon!
6th-Mar-2013 12:24 am (UTC)
I try ;) I quite liked Van as well, and could understand *why* he did what he did.
5th-Mar-2013 06:00 am (UTC)
Love it!! I'm really liking the friendship between Van and Chloe!!

Nice twist with the coach's powers being from witchcraft.
And there's more Whitney/Chloe!!! yep still rooting for them, well for the moment!!! XD
6th-Mar-2013 12:25 am (UTC)
They have a sibling sort of banter going on that's fun to write.

Made the most sense...especially since he's not just going to be mentioned only once in this story and forgotten.
5th-Mar-2013 03:52 pm (UTC)
man, i saw the update this morning.. and had to read it... and nearly came too late to work... ;)
6th-Mar-2013 12:25 am (UTC)
Sorry for nearly making you get late for work !
25th-Jan-2014 04:57 pm (UTC) - Second Spin 7
Oh, Van. Bit by the investigative bug. I love how he had to confess to reading the Torch after using one of Chloe's key phrases.

I wonder about the ignorance of the new generation, actually. Pete I get because his mother 'went all holy' - does Mr. Ross know he's not Pete's father? - and Whitney gave a good explanation for his shithead Dad's silence. Greg's mom didn't even know her husband was a witch, so I get that. And Chloe doesn't think Gabe knows anything about witchcraft and Moira bailed early, so I get why she's left ignorant. But Clark? He has a good relationship with his mother and she obviously stayed a bit in touch with Nell - 'friendly but not friends' from earlier chapter - so why didn't she at least warn him?
25th-Jan-2014 09:22 pm (UTC) - Re: Second Spin 7
Clark… I suppose… for right now… I'm saying that Martha and Jonathan wanted Clark to be normal like the others, who mostly didn't know anything about magic and were growing up like regular kids.
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