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The New Circle 12a/? 
11th-Mar-2013 03:50 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.

"We need to do something, tell someone." Chloe stood, testing out the strength in her shaky legs before making slow steps towards them. It was only after Whitney exhausted his credit calling that she'd remembered tonight was not only a special crusade at Pete's parents' church, but the Kent's wedding anniversary and Clark had said they were spending the night incommunicado in Metropolis. That made things seem less and less like a test and more and more real. "If this isn't a test then the others are in serious danger. There's got to be something we can do to-."

"Tattletale." Greg suddenly looked up, eyes wide.

"Excuse me?" Chloe frowned at him somewhat confused and insulted.

"Yes!" Whitney stood immediately before turning and hurrying towards the back, disappearing through the beads in the doorway.

"What am I not getting?" Chloe turned to Greg.

"Before your magic was awoken Nell had been trying to teach us a spell she called The Tattletale." He made a face. "With it, in theory, we should be able to find out where the other members of our circle are."

"But we're not bound." Chloe frowned, coming closer.

"Not officially…" Greg shook his head. "But our families have bound themselves for generations-the Hibbins, Withridge & Thoreaux especially so." He looked up at her. "Our blood is bound."

"Lana." Chloe whispered, a little hope surging forth despite her wariness. "What's the rub? Because there has to be a reason why this spell didn't come to your mind before."

Greg sighed, leaning hard against the seat. "None of us could actually do it." He made up his face. "We were unbound, as you said, and our powers weren't strong enough. This is a group spell. One or more have to anchor the map and the others have to man the pointer."

Group magic.

Chloe took a step backwards without even realizing it.

She couldn't do this!

John had warned her against it!

She couldn't do magic with others-especially not boys!

Especially not Whitney!

He'd already gotten a taste of her magic! What if this cemented an addiction in him or something?

"So why are you even contemplating it now?" Chloe wanted to know, stalling as Whitney returned with a couple of folded maps and a pendulum.

"Desperation and adrenaline...strong emotions heighten magic...like when we all awoke." Whitney answered for Greg, knocking things off of the coffee table and throwing the maps on the sofa. He went through them before finding one which covered Smallville, Grandville and Metropolis, as well as the outlying cities. "Plus, we're going to cheat." Unrolling his selected map, Whitney secured each edge to the table with four quartz. "Clear quartz are power stones, amplifiers."

Chloe gulped, staring at the map.

"I'll anchor the map." Whitney declared, sitting down and placing his hands on the crystals on the west and east of the map. "You two are from the families most closely bound to Lana's. You should be able to use her pendulum to find where she is."

Chloe sent a sideways glance towards Greg, contemplating deep within as to if she should really do this.

Greg stood, going towards the sink and undoing the binds on his hands, washing the mixture of mud and herbs. He turned on the water and began to wash the concoction off, flexing his hands as he did so. They were still horribly burnt, but his fingers weren't sticking together anymore and the burns weren't so horribly red or swollen as before. Also he seemed to be in far less pain than before, drying his hands as he moved towards Chloe.

The blonde turned to look at Whitney.

"We can do this." He misunderstood the worry obvious on her features. "The others need us. We have to do this."

He was right.

The others' lives could depend on this.

Closing her eyes and taking in a deep, calming breath, Chloe grabbed the chain of the pendulum and held it over the map.

Greg joined her side and reached out, placing his much larger hand over hers, clasping her tightly.

She turned her greens on him, finding his browns already on her, determined.

He nodded, tightening his grip on her, his fingers slipping slightly through hers before turning his gaze to Whitney. "Anytime Fordman."

Whitney closed his eyes, tightening his hold on the crystals as he began to softly chant something she couldn't really hear.

Greg's thumb brushed her skin, shocking her as it sparked between them. "Relax." His browns never left hers, seeming to sense the fact that she was holding back and very nervous. "Just keep looking into my eyes and concentrate on Lana."

She nodded, licking her lips, staring into his browns.

The thumb he continued to caress her hand with began to lull her, soothe her, and Chloe could feel her magic beginning to slowly ignite, much like the sparks of magic from his skin on hers. It wasn't the same feeling like when she attacked Nell with wordless magic, this magic seemed much calmer, much more hesitant and definitely less fierce. A part of her wondered at the difference in it sometimes, but she forced back anything that wasn't a desire to find Lana from her mind.

Her hand was extremely warm and growing warmer, yet she didn't gave a care to look at it, that warmth spreading from the pit of her stomach to the rest of her body. It was like a soft fire warming her from within, making her feel somewhat sleepy, her eyelids lowering slightly so that she was gazing at Greg through her eyelashes.

His grip on her hand tightened.

Instinctively she copied the movement, her own thumb beginning to caress the skin of his hand.

"They're still in Smallville." She thought she heard Whitney hiss. "Don't move!"

He stood quickly and grabbed another map, replacing it on the table and fixing the crystals once more.

Chloe didn't look away from Greg.

He didn't look away from her.

Suddenly their breath left them, as if they'd been knocked in the gut...

...and suddenly they weren't in the Talon anymore, they were in the middle of some cornfield, a symbol etched in a circle around three crosses (three empty ones near by), upon which their friends were tied.

Chloe's eyes widened and she tried pulling away.

Greg tightened his grip on her. "Don't."


"This is like what happened before when I picked up your iPod but a hundred times more. It's being magnified by our bound bloods and Whitney and the crystals." Greg took in everything. "Don't let go of my hand or this will go away, and this is our best chance of figuring out what's going and on where they are...and how to help them."

Gulping, Chloe nodded, vaguely realizing the pendulum wasn't in her hands anymore, instead her hand in Greg's, their fingers entertwined.

The two walked towards the others, Chloe barely keeping her gasp from being uttered when she saw the hooded people emerging from the cornfields.

"Whatever that dust is, and that stone is, it's keeping them from using their powers." Greg's voice brought her gaze back to the three on the crosses.

Pete, Lana and Clark were all trying different spells, trying to get free, and yet obviously nothing was happening. They also looked weak. And in growing pain.

"This has to be the work of the Witch-Hunters."

Chloe's narrowed on Clark's gaze, following it to a hooded man standing slightly apart from the others, just watching. "Greg."

Greg followed her gaze. "The leader?"

"I think so." Chloe gazed from Clark back to him.

"Cut off the head and the body dies, right?" Greg sneered.

Chloe sent him a look. "I don't think it'll be so easy just to do that. If he's in charge it's because he's the strongest."

"Not necessarily." Greg countered, eyeing the others around. "Whitney and Clark are the strongest physically but they aren't the heads of our unofficial little circle."

"I mean magically." Chloe leveled him with a glare.

"That's my point." Greg returned his gaze to her. "Lana's not the strongest magic-wise in our group either, but she's still our leader because of established hierarchy."

She was intrigued as to whom Greg thought was the strongest power-wise, but knew it wasn't the time to ask. "Any idea as to where we are?"

He nodded. "Miller's Field. It's near Miller's Bend."

She turned to him, shocked.

"There's a pond a little way's back there close to the tree-line." He gave her a sheepish little shrug of his shoulders. "I used to spend my time there catching bugs."

"Right." She nodded slowly. "I'd forgotten you used to be Bug Boy."

He gave her a glare at that. "Anyway, at least we have an idea where they are and how they are..." his eyes narrowed as one of the hooded men walked behind Chloe. "And who has them."

The vision around them began to ripple.

Chloe looked around her. "This happened last time too?"

"It was never this clear before." He mumbled, eyeing around him warily as well.

And then they weren't in the field and were instead back in the Talon, still holding the pendulum's chain but the pendulum itself was gone, and Whitney stood over the coffee table, spraying a fire-hydrant at the smoking remains.

"The heck was that?" The Quarterback snapped, finally stopping, turning towards them.

"What happened to the pendulum?" Chloe stared at the chain that hung from their hands.

"It exploded!" Whitney threw away the empty fire-hydrant. "And right afterwards the map caught on fire!"

Greg moved closer towards the coffee table, his hand still clenched around Chloe's and thus pulling her with him as he leaned down over it. "Look."

Whitney came closer, eyeing it as well. "Damn."

There, on the metal of the coffee table, was an image burnt of Miller's Field, six crosses, and hooded men.


A blonde and a brunet holding hands, another blonde with his hands on clear quartz, cornstalks, crosses with three teens on it, and hooded men.

Cassie gasped as she brought her hand to her forehead, trying to make sense of the images that'd been too rapid for her to make out anymore.

"Cassie!" Diana caught her when she swayed. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I just-." She tried to summon those images back but they were gone. "It-it's nothing."

"To hell it's not." Faye made a face from where she'd been painting her nails. "You blew our lamp's bulb!"

"Did I?" Cassie turned to look at the darkened lamp, a little hazy. "Sorry."

"It's your dark magic, isn't it?" Diana frowned, taking a step back once the blonde was stable as well. "Something's happening."

"You've been off lately, but we've all thought it was because Daddy Demon returned." Faye, of course, never sugarcoated anything. "But it's been something else, isn't it?" She closed the lid on her nail polish and leaned forwards, accusing. "You're holding out on us. Keeping secrets from your circle." Her eyes narrowed. "So why is that? Because we don't have powerful, dark Balcoin magic in our veins we're being kept out of the loop? Is this some sort of blood club?"

"Faye." Melissa reprimanded her friend, turning her gaze on Cassie. "You can trust us."

Cassie stared between the girls, all having a girls night in at Cassie's while Jane was gone. "I-I've been sensing someone since I got the medallion."

Diana's frown darkened, as it had since they realized what a big deal that medallion was, and how much danger it was putting everyone through. "Another spirit?"

"No." Cassie shook her head, licking her lips before deciding to finally talk. "Remember how I knew that my father was still alive?"

"Yeah." Melissa nodded slowly, leaning closer. "When you activated the medallion you said you felt him."

"Thing is..." Cassie cleared her throat. "He's not the only one I felt."

Faye's eyes widened. "You HAVE been keeping us in the dark!"

"Faye." Diana scolded before turning her dark gaze on Cassie. "Go on."

"It's...familiar somehow. I don't know how." Cassie worried her bottom lip before continuing. "And I've been having dreams and I only vaguely remember a girl being in it."

"Rejoice Diana, Cassie is turning Lesbo on us!" Faye threw her hands up into the air. "Adam is all yours again!"

Both girls gave Faye a withering look, which didn't affect her in the least bit.

"When my father touched my shoulder yesterday I sensed it again, and I'm beginning to think it's her." Cassie replied.

"Why would you be sensing this random girl?" Melissa wanted to know curiously.

"Les-bi-an." Faye singsonged.

She was ignored.

"I asked him about it but he brushed it off, tried to make me think I was just imagining it. But I think he sensed it too because right after he left the house, and I watched him get on the phone the second he started crossing my lawn, calling someone." Cassie continued, not even looking in Faye's direction this time. "A couple of seconds ago I just saw her and five other teens."

Diana's eyes widened. "A circle."

"They were flashes...but she was doing magic with two guys...and three others were in a cornfield, strung up on crosses, with hooded men around them."

Faye's smirk fell, eyes haunted. "Witch-Hunters."

"Why are you sensing this other witch?" Melissa asked a very good question. "And why did you start sensing it once you jump started the medallion?"

"Well, it is some big mega powerful thing." Faye mumbled, still very resentful that it was Cassie's and not hers. "It could have magnified some other special power she has. Witch-Finding or something."

"But why would her father not tell her this when she asked him?" Diana wasn't buying the medallion-boosting theory at all.

"He's keeping secrets from me. From us." Cassie sighed. "He can't be trusted."

"Tell us something we don't already know." Faye smart-mouthed.

"There's got to be a reason why you're sensing this other witch." Diana declared, getting into leader-mode once more. "There are two other circles mentioned in my family's book. I'll find the entries and we can start from there. It's got to be a witch from one of those three circles...they were the only two really tied into ours."

Cassie nodded. "Okay."

"We don't need to go to all that trouble." Faye made a face. "If the Witch-Hunters have half of their circle then we're going to hear whispers about a massacre."

The other girls all shared a look, troubled.

31st-Jan-2014 04:18 pm (UTC) - Second Spin 12a
Great balance of exposition and tension. I loved the way you wove in the Chance Harbor Circle even if I don't know much about them. It's interesting to see their reactions to what's happening to Chloe and their deductions about the connections between the Circles.

And Chloe feeding her raw power into Greg's Touch-Sight ability = Ingeniously Incredible. I like that Chloe both dodged the possibility of addicting the guys to her magic and then put on her big girl panties and did it anyway to save her friends.

Lana's pendulum is a tool of hers? Is it a witch thing from TSC? I know that she doesn't wear the Kryptonite necklace of doom in this story (well, she does Right Now, but not in general) but that was the first thing that popped into my mind when you mentioned Lana's (artifact).

Another great installment.
1st-Feb-2014 04:19 am (UTC) - Re: Second Spin 12a
Greg's Touch-Sight is probably one of my favorite abilities in the story. It isn't overused, but when it *is* used it delivers crucial information, so it helps cement him as a very important, if not one of the most important, people in Chloe's life.

Well, it was just her thing here, but not anymore.
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