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.
Despite the fact that her father was clearly overprotective now, Chloe somehow managed to get him to not expect her to come to Luthercorp after school every evening. She then went back home with him after he ended his conference call, spending the rest of Saturday on the couch, taking the pain meds and sucking the losenges the EMT had given her. Her father was at her beck and call, so worried and caring and damn, she was a lucky girl to have a father like him. She knew this, and it was because of this that she felt bad later on that night for sneaking out after he'd fallen asleep.
The girl couldn't risk starting the car and waking her father up, alerting him to her on-the-prowlness, so she zipped up her hoodie and began walking. It'd take her a bit to make it there on foot, but she'd told the circle that she'd probably be late so she didn't expect them to whine. Especially not with what she had to say.
Plopping in another soothing losenge, Chloe slipped earphones into her ears and started playing the music on her phone for some sort of company as she continued to walk down the dark road. Some of the lights weren't working, hadn't been working for a long time, and considering the time of night everyone was sleeping so there weren't any lights from the houses helping to light the road. The thing is that despite having recently been attacked, Chloe didn't feel scared. She wondered if it was because the guy had just thrown himself out of a window to get away from her, or maybe it was the way she'd somehow managed to stop the attack in the first place. That magic that's instinctively sprung up and acted on her behalf was within her somewhere, powerful, potent, and it admittedly was making her feel incredibly overconfident all things considered.
Robin Skouteris's "PopLove", a mashup of about 24 different artists, began playing, the blonde turning up the volume on her iPod as she began to walk to the beat, twirling a couple of times. It was thankfully late enough that she could make a fool of herself out in the street and not worry about being seen, the blonde shaking her hips and skipping, laughing at herself as she near danced on her way to the meeting...never noticing the shadow trailing her.
Lana knelt before her parents' graves, staring at their tombstones. She came here far too often, needing some sort of guidance, some sort sign...and yet time after time all she did was leave with tears in her eyes and an overwhelming fear that there would never be a sign that they were in fact watching over her from above. She pulled out her phone and pressed a button, seeing the screen light up and reveal the time. A sigh escaped her. It was soon going to be time to go to the Talon and have a meeting without Aunt Nell knowing. A part of Lana felt really bad for this deception, but the other part reminded her that it was Aunt Nell's actions that nearly destroyed Lana's circle in the first place.
"Are the Witch-Hunters back?" She asked her parents' graves, knowing that there wouldn't be any answer.
News of Chloe's attack in the high school had made it all over the town, and if Chloe hadn't already texted them all and told them to stay away today and meet her tonight at the Talon without Nell, well...
What if it was a Witch-Hunter who'd attacked Chloe?
What did this mean?
And did they stand a chance?
They were officially down two members, there was no way that Lana could see this going with them ending up binding the circle. She was lucky that Whitney and Chloe were still coming to them and not trying to start a circle of their own. They would be in all their right to do so, and while Lana wouldn't blame them if they did she really wanted them to be a part of her circle.
A twig broke.
Twirling around, Lana's eyes widened as she gazed upon the backlit male standing there, a crowbar in hand, before he charged her.
Considering that it would only be a ten minute drive to the Talon once he got a message tearing him out for being late, confirming that everyone else would already there and he wouldn't be the one who had to wait, Greg was still at home. His mother and he had had another argument, and he couldn't help but resent both his dead father and living mother. His dad had married a girl, never told her that he was magic and so would be their child, and then he'd gone and died. Gotten himself killed. And that irked Greg most nights because no one else had lost a parent other than him to the Witch-Hunters. He liked to think though that his father had been a Big Player in the scheme of things because it was his death that not only broke up the circle for good, but caused the Witch-Hunters to leave.
Letting out a little growl Greg snatched the picture of his mother and father and himself when he'd been a kid, staring at the picture of happiness, unable to remember when this had been taken or anything else about his father.
A part of him hoped that whoever had attacked Chloe today was a Witch-Hunter, because he'd like nothing more than to get back at those bastards for all they'd taken from him. He didn't have a clear memory of his father because they'd killed him. He could never forgive them for that. He wanted blood. And if those Witch-Hunters were fool enough to come back to Smallville after what they'd done then he'd make them regret even knowing this circle existed.
Not that he planned on actually binding the circle...
His mother cried out and something crashed.
Greg ignored it for a second before he realized that he couldn't hear her fretting and cleaning up whatever she'd dropped.
Resting the picture frame on his bedside table once more, Greg stood and strode out of his bedroom, heading towards where he'd heard the crash. "You okay?"
There was nothing but silence.
Eyes narrowing, Greg pressed forwards, knowing that while they argued all the damned time his mother wouldn't purposely ignore him like this. "Mom?"
Entering the kitchen, he stopped short, his mother staring at him with huge, terrified eyes, a man standing behind her with a large knife to her throat.
His parents were starting to get suspicious.
Pete laid in bed, the bible next to him for when his parents did their last check on him before going to bed like they always did. If they thought he was reading the bible they usually backed off him, but he could see the suspicion in their eyes, especially his mother's. He'd also overheard them talking about the possibility of him having come into his powers, especially with the fact that he was hanging out with Whitney, Greg and Lana, whom they knew all too well were the children of the others in his father's old circle. They were worrying that the "darkness" was taking root in him and that if he stayed here that he'd be lost forever.
The news of Chloe's attack had made them even more paranoid than usual, the two of them whispering in the corners by themselves. He wondered if they were thinking it was a Witch-Hunter as well. And if that was so, then what would they do?
He'd heard something about Wichita while trying to eavesdrop on them, and that made his skin crawl.
There was no way he wanted to leave Smallville!
Especially not when they were getting so close to actually binding their circle!
He knew that Chloe and Whitney had both officially quit and left, but with how they were still calling group meetings Pete knew that it was only a matter of time and conditions before the two returned to the circle and they could bind it for greater protection.
Footsteps could be heard coming towards his door.
Pete grabbed the bible and opened it to a random page, pretending to be reading as the door opened to reveal his father.
"Good night son." His father eyed him with only thinly veiled suspicion. "Have you said your prayers yet?"
"Yes sir." He nodded dutifully.
"Remember now," his father announced. "The Lord is always watching."
And with that he left.
Pete listened until the footsteps stopped, and sighed, shaking his head. He stood, his sock-covered feet padding softly on the floor as he made his way to the door, opening it enough to press his ear to the gap and listen, intently. It was only when the gospel music began playing softly, did he know for certain that his parents were in bed. Thankfully, their routine of going to bed with music playing always afforded him with some cover for any noise he might make escaping.
Closing the door, Pete pulled on his shoes and grabbed a jacket, turning off his light as he made his way to the window and opened it. He slipped out of the house, glad that they only had one story, and closed the window to a crack behind him before turning around and having a cloth filled with chloroform shoved against his face.
"You can't keep letting him get away with this sort of stuff!" Whitney hissed, holding a plastic bag with ice to his mother's swelling face.
"I got him upset." His mother was, as always, taking the blame for everything. "I should have understood him the first time and not ask him to repeat himself. I'm just always being an idiot."
"You're not an idiot." Whitney tried to keep his temper in check, refusing to give into it as easily as his father did. "He's the damned asshole who can't control his issues and takes it out on his family." He stared at his mother, waiting until she turned her eyes on him to speak. "You've never done anything to deserve this."
His mother gave him a tremulous smile.
"Where is he?" Whitney asked.
She shook her head. "No."
"Where. Is. He?" He stared at his mother's battered face.
"Whitney-." She whispered.
"I'm not him mom." He promised her. "But I can't let him hit you twice as much just because he can't get to push me around anymore."
"He's your father." She pleaded.
"That's why I'm not going to touch him." Whitney swore. "But I'm going to make him know he can't keep doing this, because one day he might seriously hurt you, or kill you, and then I'm going to kill him."
There were tears in her eyes. "Your father would never-."
"Where is he mom?" Whitney interrupted her loyal delusions.
She hung her head low. "Hester's."
"Why am I not surprised?" Whitney sighed, standing, knowing he should have figured out that his father would be at his favorite bar getting hammered after smashing up his wife's face.
"Please don't anger him even more." His mother pleaded.
Whitney didn't answer, walking towards the kitchen door and opening it, stepping out, and only barely managed to dodge the swing of the bat as it swung at his head.
Clark tapped his fingers to the steering wheel as he drove down the long road from his farm home to Pete's to pick on his friend. On each side of his truck were large cornfields. He'd offered to drive Lana there given the fact that she lived very close to him, but she'd thanked him and admitted she had another appointment to get to before going to the Talon so she'd make her own way. Also, she didn't want to tip Nell off about her going out as she would be if she heard the engine. So he was just going to pick up Pete, and then drive close by Chloe's to find where she'd be walking and pick the girl up. After the attack she'd suffered today he was not comfortable with her walking alone at night.
Sighing, the young witch stared in front of him, deep in thought. If Chloe hadn't already told them all to meet her at the Talon tonight, he would have gone to her right away once he'd heard about the attack. But obviously she was fine, and didn't want to talk to them in public like that. And if this was really something related to the Witch-Hunters and Greg's dad's death all those years ago, he could get why she was doing it. In her own way she'd be protecting the circle, by not letting it be too obvious who was in it. But still it wouldn't do much difference because if this was really something that had been orchestrated by the Witch-Hunters they'd already know who the circle members were and it was only a matter of time.
Running a hand over his face, Clark's gaze slid out of the side window at the seemingly endless cornfield.
If this was really happening, if the Witch-Hunters were really back, they needed to bind their circle.
They needed the protection.
Surely Chloe, Whitney and Greg would see it now!
He had a feeling that Chloe would be the hardest to convince, and he couldn't really blame her with all she'd gone through with Nell, but Clark was going to make it his mission to convince her to join and bind the circle with them. She needed to understand that it was a way to protect themselves, and he wanted everyone to be safer, especially her. He trusted and worried about her intensely. It was why having to stop being her friend had been so hard on him, and why he'd found it hard to complete his "mission" of using her emotions to get her to awake magically.
It was why Whitney had lost patience and taken to targeting the girl, trying to annoy and anger her enough for an awakening.
Clark shook his head, gaze going back to the road in time to see someone standing in the middle of it.
"Oh crap!" Pressing down on his brakes, Clark swerved to keep from hitting the man, the truck swinging sharply left before crashing into the fence.
Clark's head hit the steering wheel on impact and everything went black.
The Mega-Hits Mashup 2011 played loudly in her ears, drowning out every sound as she continued her long trek towards the Talon in the dead of the night. In a town like Smallville after a certain hour there was no one on the street and most houses were pitch black, so the occasional street light was her only light source given the fact that the moon had hidden behind some clouds shortly after she'd begun walking.
The song changed to Die Young Mega Mashup by bringmethemashup as Chloe paused, something at the back of her mind screaming.
Twirling around, she found nothing and no one, the street completely empty of any sort of life.
Her gaze went left, nothing.
Shaking her head, Chloe turned and made to continue walking when she found a male figure standing in front of her.
Her eyes widened yet before she could even open her mouth to scream a needle was piercing her neck as something injected into her body, everything spinning as her knees gave out on her.
Lana rolled, giving a little scream as the crowbar hit her parents' tombstone, chipping off part of it.
Her eyes widened in horror at the desecration of her parents' resting place. Rolling out of the way for the tire iron to slam down onto the ground where her head would have been, the brunette landed on her side, holding her arm out towards him, furious at his trashing the graves. "Be driven back!"
The wind picked up and slammed into him, sending the man flying back into the graves once more.
Lana took this opportunity to stumble onto her feet, hand still outstretched towards him. "Off!"
The wind knocked him off of the graves.
A twig broke somewhere to her side.
Lana turned around, her hand outstretched towards that direction, alert on the possibility of a second attacker, but there was no one that she could see.
The brunette narrowed her eyes and turned back to the graves to find the ground next to it empty, the man gone.
She never knew what hit her.
"Take whatever you want." His mother was begging with the man who had the knife to her throat. "But please, don't hurt my son and I! Please!"
Greg clenched his fists, a muscle jumping in his cheek as he tried to battle the fury in him at the sight of his mother like this.
She could be a pain at times, but damn it, this was his mother, and the Witch-Hunters were not going to take her from him like they had his father!
The man sneered at him before pressing the blade harder against his mother's throat.
Greg snapped, flinging his hand out towards the knife. "Return to your raw form."
The knife transformed before their very eyes, shaking violently as it converted back into a chunk of raw silver, falling to the ground loudly.
His mother's eyes widened in shock. "Greggie?"
He couldn't look at her, didn't want to see that horror now that she finally knew the secret his father had managed to keep from her till death.
The man threw her to the ground before reaching behind him at the sink and throwing a plate at the boy.
Greg dodged the plate, but didn't dodge the man barreling into him, the blow sending them both into the table. The force broke his mother's beloved table into pieces and they fell onto the pieces left of it, both trading blows as they fought for dominance, for the upper hand.
The man grabbed a piece of broken wood, holding it up and driving it down at him like a stake.
Greg only managed to grab that wrist, staying the sharp edge before it could impale him, grunting as he put all his strength into keeping that stake away from him.
The man snarled, pushing down more weight on the stake, which inched closer and closer, the tip now pressing hard against his chest.
Greg's hands trembled from the force of trying to keep that stake from impaling him, but the man was bigger and heavier, and had him pinned.
The witch took a very dangerous risk, letting go of the man's wrist long enough to grab the stake itself. "Burn!"
The wood erupted into fire, consuming itself, the flames burning his hands and chest.
Greg cried out, closing his eyes against the pain, before finally the stake erupted into ash which blinded the man above him.
The man cried as he threw himself off of Greg, clawing at his eyes.
Ignoring the pain in his hands, Greg reached for a shard of broken plate and sliced it against the man's throat, blood spurting out onto him as the man flailed, trying to stop the bloodflow before falling dead on the ground.
Greg collapsed on the ground, letting finally finally cry out at the pain in his burnt hands. He stared at the bright red, peeling skin, hissing in agony as he forced apart two fingers that'd begun sticking together.
"Greggie?" His mother whispered in fear.
Hanging his head, Greg pushed back his pain before wrapping a fallen towel around his hand and shouldering out of the house towards his bike.
There was no way this was an isolated attack.
The others were in danger.
Chloe tried moving, getting up, screaming-anything-as the figure leaned down over her and pulled the needle out of her neck, slipping it into his jacket's pocket before reaching for her and pulling the teen over his shoulder. Her iPod slipped out of her pocket and hit a patch of grass on the ground, masking its sound as her earphones popped out of her ears due to the weight of the iPod. The blonde was hanging like a bag of potatoes over her assailant's shoulders, her hands and the rest of her body immobile as the world spun sickeningly all around her as he began walking away. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry out for help, but it was impossible to do anything but blink her eyes.
Trying to summon up magic was futile, which shouldn't be too surprising given the fact that her body was incapacitated and her mind just a jumble of fog and tar. She couldn't think straight, couldn't do anything but force her eyes open as wide as she could.
Her kidnapper walked down a long back alley before turning a corner and coming up to some beat up piece of shit car. He opened the back door and threw her down on the seat, eyeing her for a moment before pulling out and closing the door. His movements were swift as he moved around to the front of the car, slipped into the driver's side, and then turned on the ignition.
Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, unable to even scream for help as he drove away with her in the back.