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.
The music was deafeningly loud, the lights dim and the strobe lights nearly blinding, and yet Jason forced himself to try and block all of that out as he searched the crowd for a girl who fit the description Lex had given him. There were tons of girls with long, straight dark hair, but none of them had the golden cat eyes Lex was positive she was using as a part of her disguise. A part of Jason truly believed that Lex had imagined the whole thing, that he'd had a little too much to drink, but the other part of him reminded himself that there was a reason why His Baldness was the leader of what had once been their circle, and that a couple of drinks probably wouldn't be enough to have him seeing Balcoins where there weren't any.
It was why he pressed on, keeping his gaze alert.
If this girl had gone to see Marx she could very well be hooked on Devil's Spirit, Marx being on the top suppliers for the drug around these parts.
Jason was weary at the thought of actually meeting a Balcoin…but one hooked on Devil's Spirit? Damn. That was intimidating.
Suddenly sensing something, Jason turned around in time for a girl with long straight brown hair to trip and fall into him, the witch reacting on instinct as his arms went around her, steadying the girl.
She looked up at him with wide, eyes, those golden cat-eyes contact lenses unable to hide the fact that she was afraid.
A shock, an electric jolt of something raced down his spine the moment their eyes met, and Jason found himself gulping. His hazels scanned her face, tracing the catwoman mask, taking in the golden cat contacts, and then going down to her lips. He cleared his throat, returning his gaze to her eyes and scolding himself with an order to get a hold of himself.
This was her.
This was the girl that Lex thought was a Balcoin…and not just any Balcoin but the Firstborn.
The girl gazed behind her, hearing someone yell. "No."
Jason looked up, seeing Marx's goon searching over the place for someone, obviously her.
It just made things…
"Follow my lead." He whispered, yanking her into the mob in the dance floor, working them into the middle of the throng, turning his back to the goon and using his bigger built to hide the petite woman. "Not smart to make enemies of Marx."
"I didn't do anything." Her voice and words were a little hard to make out with the deafening music as they pretended to dance in an effort to blend in more.
Jason knew he should take this girl to Lex immediately, but considering that Marx seemed after her as well he needed to shake the goon off of their trail first.
A part of him wondered what she looked like behind that mask and those contacts…but he quickly told that part of himself where he could stick any personal interest in this girl.
A gasp escaped her as she looked behind him, and before Jason could stop her the girl reached up and cupped his jaw, bringing him down to her as she stepped up on her tiptoes and brought their lips together.
Jason's eyes widened both at the shock and the jolt of magic that slithered from her into him much like a snake might, his every nerve seeming to explode, his mind going incredibly, wonderfully blank, opening up his receptors to senses, tastes, feelings he'd never experienced before.
It was almost as if, for the first time, he was truly getting a taste of magic.
It hit him like a punch in the gut, causing Davis to cry out in shocked pain as his hand went to his stomach and he doubled over under the shower's spray.
Lex nor Jason were answering and the others were starting panic. The Witch-Hunters were in Chance Harbor, had kidnapped one of Cassie Blake's circle, and the head Witch-Hunter was possessed by so goddamn powerful demons. On top of that, this whole happening seemed to have spurred things with the circle here, and everyone were readying for something. Oliver and Tess had refused to stay put as they should have, the two deciding to stake out the shack in the middle of nowhere that the circle here used as a meeting place and safe haven, ordering Davis to continue trying both Lex and Jason and tell them that whatever Balcoin had planned was going down, and soon.
He'd tried every number he could think of, but neither of the men were answering, Davis quickly growing more and more anxious with every passing minute. It was why the witch had decided to take a bath to cool himself down before trying again, but now this sensation had hit him from nowhere and he couldn't explain it-had never felt anything like this before and didn't know what the hell it meant.
Another wave hit him and he leaned down harder.
"The hell is happening?"
This was similar to the magically-induced kiss she'd shared with the other guy here, the drunk and sad one, but it wasn't anything like it at the same time. For the first part she actually had control this time, and she was the one who kissed him. Also? Her mind wasn't asking "what the fuck?" every two seconds, mixed in with the "this feels good". Nope. Mostly it was just thinking "this feels really good"…whenever it thought at all.
For just a second Chloe forgot that she'd only kissed this masked man to help hide her face, the blonde's hands trailing up from where they were cupping his face to curl around his neck as she opened her mouth to his kiss. His hands wrapped around her nearly painfully as he took control of the kiss, leaning into her and forcing her to arch into him. It was really his grip on her that kept her on her feet as her mind went numb and she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Fun's over, Romeo." A familiar voice declared as the man was yanked from her, the huge fairy standing there.
Her dance partner moved faster than lightning. The punch seemed completely unexpected, whether because it was physical and not magical, or because someone had to be insane to pick a fight with a seven foot fairy she wasn't sure, but its affect was to send the fairy falling into the crowd of dancers.
Chloe's eyes widened as she staggered back, but it wasn't the decked out fairy that had her gasping.
What had her gasping was the tail-end of a trail of pink mist that slithered into her savior's mouth, much like it had the man who'd attacked her in the Torch.
Pete's and John's words came back to haunt her and the girl's eyes widened as she took one step back, and then the other.
She'd felt betrayed, believing that John's warnings had been lies…and yet what about this?
The young witch had kissed her kidnapper and now this guy-both times the one she'd kissed had had this trail of mist entering them from her, and both men acted violently afterwards.
"Run." The guy hissed softly to her as he cracked his knuckles before turning to fully face the fairy, who was pulling himself up to his feet, snarling. "I'll take care of this one."
Chloe took another step backwards.
"Go!" Her savior snapped, his fists beginning to glow a dark purple with sparks of almost electricity.
Had there been pink mist involved with the drunk guy she'd kissed early? She couldn't remember straight, the magic that'd forced them into the kiss leaving her memory hazy as the blonde turned and began urgently pushing her way out of the club. At this moment the girl was in fight or flight mode, and had chosen flight. She was completely confused and bewildered, going on instinct, and that instinct told her to run.
With her back turned to the crowds, she wasn't exactly sure what had started the all-out war that suddenly erupted behind her, but she didn't care, grateful for the distraction as she raced out of the room into the long hallway before stumbling out of the hidden club by rapidly crying out the password. "With this shitty little rhyme, I leave Crouch End far behind." the wall opening out for her to trip out into the alleyway.
Somehow managing to stay on her feet, Chloe took off running towards where her car was parked, the package heavy in her jacket's inner pocket.
John wasn't exactly sure what that was, but given the fact that Chloe had sent him a text message not that long later telling him she had the package, was on her way home, and needed an address where to DHL him the package…well…it must have been just a backlash of Chloe meeting her avatar. He was interested in finding out what it was, as it'd tell him a lot about his Firstborn.
But for right now he was busy preparing and would get into contact with her later, after what he'd been working towards for over twenty years finally came to pass.
"How sure can you be that it's the Firstborn?" Davis wanted to know, hair still a little damp from his bath, wearing jeans and shoes, the call having come through before he could reach for a t-shirt.
"We both got a taste of her." Lex surprised the hell out of him by announcing. "I knew it right away, she was a Balcoin. My magic reacted to hers-though I have to admit it was a lot less of a reaction than Jason's."
"What do you mean you got a taste of her?" Davis frowned, pacing by his bed, wishing that Tess and Oliver were here to hear this. "And even if she's a Balcoin-how could you be sure she's the Firstborn and not Cassie Blake? He is here with her right now." His eyes widened as he realized something. "What do you mean it was less of a reaction than Jason's? What did that idiot do?"
"I don't have time for all these questions." Lex grumbled, crankier than usual, words somewhat slurred and breathing the fact that he wasn't all too sober. "All I can say is that this girl, whoever she is, is the Firstborn. I wouldn't have been so sure from my reaction-but Jason's confirmed everything to me."
Davis sat down, the implications there. "He was enthralled."
"Damned fool started a riot in Crouch End, nearly killed Marx's favorite bouncer." Lex was obviously far from happy about this. "I was barely able to tear him off of him and get us our of there before Marx's people truly stepped in."
"So he kissed her." Davis stared ahead of him. "Around what time was this?"
There was a pause. "You felt it."
Davis' gaze darted to the clock. "I felt something."
"That confirms it." Lex declared. "We let the Firstborn slip right through our fingers! Damn it!" Something broke on his end in his fury. "How could I have let someone as dangerous as that girl escape?" His words were hissed. "I've had to lock up Jason until her enthrall on him ended…which it still hasn't. With a mere kiss she had him doing her bidding." Something else broke. "Do you see now why we've been training despite the supposed lack of reason? Why things were done the way they were all those years ago? Why it's important that we are on top of this? Someone with the sort of powers, with the abilities of a Firstborn Daughter of the Balcoin lineage-she can't be left to her own devices. Much less under his thumb. We'd have another Thrall War on our hands."
"Why isn't John Blackwell with her personally? Guarding her?" Davis wanted to know. "Why avoid her and instead plan whatever he's planning with his daughter from Chance Harbor?"
"I don't know, and that's something you have to figure out." He then hung up.
Davis looked at his phone before bringing his hand to his stomach, where he'd felt that…sensation…before.
The Balcoin Firstborn was a girl…she was awakened…and his magic had sensed her…had sensed her connecting to Jason.
He let out a little breath, highly unnerved.
The door flew open, causing him to jump as Oliver and Tess stormed into the room.
"Whatever they're planning-it's going down tomorrow." Tess declared, kicking the door closed behind her.
"We need to call his Royal Baldness and let him know." Oliver agreed. "He's going to want to know this."
Tess narrowed her eyes as she stepped forwards. "Davis? What is it?"
He looked up at them, still trying to digest everything himself, before turning to Oliver. "A while ago did you, uh, sense anything?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "If the answer isn't "hunger" then no, I didn't."
Davis nodded numbly, gaze lowering. "You're never going to believe this…"