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The New Circle 19/? 
25th-Mar-2013 07:06 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.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!

Her eyes fluttered open, a disoriented mewl escaping her parting lips. The girl was unsure why she'd awoken, her mind thick like molasses with deep sleep. It took her a couple of seconds worth of blinking to realize that there was someone looming over her in the bed and before the blonde could scream, a hand reached down and slammed on her mouth, blocking the sound. The shadowed figure brought a finger to his mouth to motion for her silence. Terror filled her as she brought her hands to his, wanting to scratch them, to get them away from her mouth... And then she felt the grooves, the scars, and knew who this was.

Instantly the overwhelming terror melted away. The blonde left her hands on his and narrowed her gaze on the shadowed face, trying to convey with her eyes just how much of an asshole he was.

A chuckle escaped his lips as Greg Arkin pulled his hand from hers and basically jumped over her onto the bed, damn near breaking it as he laid down there, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

"Take your shoes off." Admittedly, even she was surprised that these were her first words given everything.

Greg rolled his eyes but kicked his boots off, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

"What are you doing here?" The blonde asked as she turned to face him in bed. This probably should have been her first sentence, all things considered.

"I've been thinking." Greg pursed his lips, pausing for a second.

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "If this is about you seducing Nell Potter with a bottle of rum or by some other devious means-."

He grin was mischievous, like a child who was up to no good and enjoying it. "No. These thoughts weren't about that." He finally turned on his side to face her. "These thoughts were about you."

Her eyes narrowed even further. "If you've brought any sort of alcoholic beverage with you..."

He gave her a scandalized, completely innocent expression-which she could see through quite easily. "These thoughts aren't about that either!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning on telling me what 'these thoughts' are any day now or are you just enjoying being a creeper?"

"Hey, girls love a guy who climbs into their bedroom to watch them while they sleep," he declared. "Just ask the millions of Twihards out there. They'd stab you out of jealousy."

She had no idea what to say to that.

"Anyway, getting back to the reason why I pulled an Edward Cullen on you." Greg flashed her a grin. "Pete and I are planning a party."

She waited for the rest, and when he didn't offer it she prompted for more. "And..."

"And I want you to be my Alice Cullen."

Chloe eyed Greg curiously before her lips pulled back into a grin. "You've actually read the books, haven't you?"

"Sure." He nodded, not at all fazed at admitting it. "I read Harry Potter because it's my one true love, Hunger Games for all the violence, and Twilight because if millions of girls everywhere want Eddie and Jake then obviously those two are doing something right and I need to learn from them." He motioned towards her bookshelf. "I notice you have all three series yourself."

She felt more embarrassed than he did, apparently. "I don't like Bella...or the idea of sparkly vampires...but other than those two issues, I'm okay with the series." She shrugged. "And anyway, I have a thing for the Volturi. Alec and Jane especially."

"They are bad ass." Greg grinned before making a face. "And to be fair, half of Bella's problem was the fact that Edward wouldn't give her a good in and out sooner." Greg rolled his eyes. "If he'd just screwed her in that damned meadow instead of staring at her the whole time the series would have been very different."

She thought it over, and had to admit, he was kinda right. "So you want me to be your Alice," Chloe prompted, bringing the topic back around.

"Yep." Greg nodded, as if this was very obvious. "You've got the pixie-cut and mischievousness and you're deceptively powerful despite being so tiny so you definitely fit her description. Also, most of the other characters are already taken anyway."

Chloe's eyebrow rose in response. "I'm almost afraid to ask..."

"Clark is definitely Edward; all brooding and waiting for true love, with ridiculous reasons for what he does sometimes... The little brother who gets picked on and who everyone rolls their eyes at constantly." Greg said it as if that wasn't a compliment at all, chuckling. "Pete's Carlisle; quieter, more in the background and overlooked because of that, but in many ways he's one of the strongest of the group and he's always there when you need him."

Chloe smiled softly at the reluctant regard in Greg's voice as he spoke about the boys.

"Whitney's Emmett, the jock." Greg snorted, rolling his eyes. "Nell is definitely Rosalie."

Chloe burst out laughing at that one, easily able to see Nell as Rosalie, and that was just so horribly funny.

"Lana is Esme, trying to be a mother to teens who are not hers, but whom she feels she has some sort of duty to." Greg was proving himself to be ever so deep. "And me? I'm Jacob Black."

"For a moment I thought you were going to say you were Jasper." Chloe admitted.

"Nah, you still have to wait for your Jasper to come for you, Alice, and you'll have to tell him off for making you wait so long."

Eyeing him, Chloe didn't know why she somehow felt touched by that. "So what makes you Jacob Black?"

"Other than the whole animal magnetism and love for leather jackets?" Greg teased, eyebrow raised. "We both started out wanting a girl who would never be ours and, through this, found out something extraordinary about ourselves. We also went through a change in which we suddenly had... a group... we could call "family"."

Chloe was shocked by how open Greg was being with her right now. "I...I can see it now, actually." She cracked a little smile. "One can't deny the animal magnetism."

He smiled back at her, but it was far from cheeky. Surprisingly enough, it seemed grateful, but then he cleared his throat and the mischievousness was back. "So, Alice, I need you to help Carlisle and I make this party the best No Reason Party ever."

"Where are we having this No Reason Party, Jacob?" Chloe played along, feeling somewhat foolish yet enjoying herself nonetheless.

"I'm thinking the Talon," Greg replied, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a list, handing it to her. "We've got the basics down pat, but we need a woman's touch."

She sent him a sideways glance before whispering, "Air around me, grant me light." The ball of light from the caves reappeared to hover over them, casting light down on them like a disco ball.

Greg blinked, looking up at it. "I'm gonna have to remember that one."

"You do know that Lana would be better than me at this, right?" Chloe asked curiously. "I've never planned a party before."

"You lying harpy," he said with no heat whatsoever. "Pete and Clark said that you plan their birthdays every year with Mrs. Kent and Mrs. Ross."

"More like assisted," she mumbled. "Lana has actually planned parties... You know she's popular."

"Chloe, if Lana takes time off to breathe, she's treating herself, much less take the time to plan a party." Greg finally admitted, eyeing her. "It's one of the reasons we need this party."

Chloe went silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Let's admit it; these last couple of weeks have been vicious." Greg sat up, leaning against her headboard. "Clark's pulling double shifts learning all sorts of new things under Nell and his mother - and that didnot sound perverted in my head." Greg shook it, seemingly traumatized for a second before continuing on. "Pete's got his parents who are basically keeping him in Kansas' version of Guantanamo Bay. Lana's given up everything that gave her a life outside of the Circle and is pushing herself far too hard. And Whitney's not only studying herbalism on top of the magic we learn, but he's helping you with your wolf problem and he's getting his ass handed to him by his Coach."

Chloe's eyes widened. "You know about that?"

"I snuck in and spied on the training sessions when he smelled extra crispy one day," Greg admitted, far from pleased despite the fact that he usually enjoyed making Whitney's life a living hell. "That Coach Arnold is going to take it too far one day and someone's going to get hurt... more hurt."

She eyed him, wondering exactly what he'd seen.

"So, that leaves you and me, the only two who don't seem like they're going to have nervous breakdowns with this whole situation," Greg declared, turning to face her. "Until the others can grow some balls, or at least not give a shit like we do, then we owe it to them to throw a party where they can forget about all their stress-at least for a couple of hours."

Chloe eyed Greg in surprise, unable to believe that under all that I-Don't-Give-A-Crap attitude he seriously did give a crap. He gave a lot of crap...and now she was rethinking her choice in words.

Anyway, shaking her head, Chloe eyed Greg before smirking. "I think you might have a bit of Carlisle in you too."

His mouth fell open, deeply insulted. "I do not! I'm Jacob. Through and through!"

The girl laughed, reaching out to slug him playfully.

He smirked. "So, get to work, Alice." He cracked an imaginary whip at her (complete with sound effects) before lying back down with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. "Wake me up when you've sorted through that mess and made it something usable."

Chloe raised an eyebrow at his audacity. "It's three in the morning."

"Perceptive." He grinned, keeping his eyes closed, pulling her blankets up over his body.

Chloe eyed him. "You don't actually expect to sleep in my bed, do you?"

He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it between them, keeping his eyes closed.

"Won't your mom worry if you're not home when she wakes up?" Chloe asked, clutching at straws.

He sneered, shaking his head. "She'd have to actually take the time to make sure I'm there instead of sneaking off as quickly and quietly as she can to make sure that she doesn't have to look at me."

And that was when Chloe realized what was truly going on here.

The others weren't the only ones who needed this party to help them forget about how life was at home.

"You better keep this pillow between us at all times," she said, giving in, if only because she could understand the feeling of being all alone and having no one else to turn to.

"Thanks for the warning." His lips twitched mischievously. "I'm humbled that you're so attracted to me that you have to warn me of it for my own safety and virtue."

"Shut up before I make you sleep on the floor, which I should, by the way," she grumbled, although the amusement was obvious to them both. She reached over to her bedside table and opened the drawer, both placing the package safely inside there and reaching for a pen. "Now go to sleep and be quiet. You'll only be a distraction otherwise."

"Seriously, Chloe, the magnitude of your attraction is astounding." Greg yawned, turning to half-cuddle the pillow between them.

She laughed, enjoying the fun banter and played along. "Don't be silly. We're family, remember? That makes you my brother."

"Correction: that makes me an incredibly hot brother you wanna have kinky fun times with," he assured her. "First Whitney, then me... You're incestuous."

Rolling her eyes, Chloe ignored him, beginning to read the ideas scribbled in Pete's chicken scrawl.

Soon after Greg started snoring loudly.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Incredibly hot my ass."


They should be sleeping, getting ready for whatever was going to happen tomorrow, and yet, from the groans and grunts coming from the other room, Davis knew he wasn't the only one unable to sleep. There was too much tension, too much anxiety, and while Tess and Oliver turned to each other to relieve them, Davis had no one and was forced to do what he always did: draw.

His sketch pad lay on his lap, the young man browsing through the many drawings he'd nearly filled this one with.

Most of them were of his Circle, his only real family.

Pat and Lex adorned most pages, Davis having idolized what they'd had. They'd never really said the L word in front of the others, but it'd been more than obvious that they'd been in love with each other very much. Davis couldn't imagine what Lex was going through right now and he doubted any of them ever really would. Lex was reserved and would keep his suffering under check. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't mourn; not in front of them. Never in front of them.

Oliver and Tess also adorned the pages, the two differing from loving and playful one minute to outright violent as they warred against each other. Their relationship was highly volatile, explosive, and often dangerous to Oliver's health considering that Tess was half Luthor and she'd gotten the evil half.

Jason also featured, although mostly the drawings showed him being a total spazz... which Jason declared was not a "true representation" of his character.

Davis never drew himself. He found the concept kinda creepy.

What he should probably find creepier was the picture closer to the end. The one done in simple brown charcoal of a girl with flippy hair and shining eyes, her lips curled slightly as she stared at him, computers all around her. No one knew about this drawing because Davis was almost certain Jason would call it a "Stalker Sketch" and he'd most probably change Davis' ringtone to "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" by the Beatles or something like that. Also, he knew that this wasn't the time to suddenly develop a crush, especially not on someone he'd probably never even know the name of.

It wasn't as if the Smallville Fertilizer Company had a high-tech website with pictures of their staff and IT support... And he couldn't just ask Mr. Luthor about that either.

And, well, this wasn't the time. They had a major situation on their hands and he couldn't let a little interest get in the way of things.

Clearing his throat, he turned the pages quickly until he came to a blank one, just staring at it as his grip on his pencil tightened. He looked around the room despite knowing he was alone, not even understanding while he felt the need to hide his actions as he brought the pencil to the paper and began to draw the Balcoin symbol across the blank page.


Nell stumbled into her bed, not even checking to make sure Lana was in her bed tonight.

Moira's revelations were overwhelming and Nell's pride had taken quite the beating.

How could it be that she hadn't known all of these things when they'd happened right beneath her nose?

And now that she knew, what in the world was she going to do about it?


The enthrallment was slowly coming off Jason, leaving the guy more subdued than usual.

Lex sighed as he leaned forwards in his chair, eyeing the blonde as he sipped on his drink. "How are you feeling?"

Jason kept his gaze on his cup. "Tired."

Lex eyed the guy, gaze narrowed slightly. "What was it like?"

He'd never actually been in the presence of someone who'd been enthralled before, and the scientific part of his brain outweighed the emotional one.

"I want to say it was horrible, that I felt trapped and used," Jason admitted, finishing his drink as he leaned hard against the wall, sitting on the cot Indian Style. "But it was fucking fantastic."

Lex blinked in shock at that. "How so?"

"What did you feel when she... kissed you?" There was something odd about the way Jason said those last two words, but Lex shrugged it off as lingering effects of the enthrallment.

"Like fire," Lex admitted, finishing his own drink. "We'd always known that with our...connection...our magic would react in a certain way with the Firstborn. But I wasn't expecting that. It was as if fire was pumping through my veins instead of blood." He made a face. "It hurt a little."

Jason made a little sound in the back of his throat. "It didn't feel like that to me."

"Maybe it's because the situation behind the kiss was different." Lex, ever analytical, tried to make sense of it all. "We were both forced into the kiss and to be honest, she seemed more confused during the whole situation than an actual participant in it-even though she did participate thanks to the damn pixie dust."

"So you think it's because she kissed me willingly that our reactions were different," Jason muttered.

Lex eyed him. "Maybe. What exactly did it feel like, if not fire in your veins?"

"I really don't know how to explain it except it felt like I had synesthesia." Jason couldn't have said an odder thing to Lex. "It's like all my senses opened up in ways they never have before and I was in tune on a different vibrational scale. With just that kiss I could see her emotions, could taste her problems, could feel the answers of how to help her under the tips of my fingers as if I was reading Braille. While I was fighting off those goons, colors all around me were singing...opera. It was epic." He gave a little chuckle. "Nothing can give you a high like that Lex, not even Devil's Spirit."

As Lex eyed Jason he had to admit that he felt resentful that he hadn't experienced any of the above. It'd been a nice kiss but then there were flames in his veins and then it'd been over. There hadn't been any of these other experiences. As a man with a scientist's curiosity, Lex wanted to experience them, wanted to categorize them, understand them, and thus the enthrallment, better.

And to do that they needed to study the Firstborn before anything else could be done.


"Cassie, I don't want to talk about this right now," Diana declared as they walked towards the lake, the dawn beginning to break across the earth. "Let's just do this ritual, save Faye, and hopefully ourselves as well."

"You don't understand. This isn't about us." Cassie reached out and grabbed the brunette's hand, understanding that Diana was taking the whole "You're a Balcoin" thing pretty badly, but she was annoyed at how Diana seemed to want to blame her for everything and make her out to be the bad person. "I need to tell you this before we assemble the skull and fight the Witch-Hunters and save Faye." She sighed, taking in a deep breath. "I need to tell you this before we reach where my-our-where he is."

Diana flinched, very much about to jerk away from Cassie's touch, before finally glaring at Cassie with dark eyes. "What is it, Cassie? Faye's life is in danger – all of our lives are in danger – so what do you feel is so important that you want to put all that on pause to tell me?"

Cassie's annoyance grew but she pushed it aside. "I had another dream with that girl."

Despite herself there was obvious interest in her eyes. "Did you find out more information like I said you should?"

Cassie nodded, trying to steel herself. "I think know who she is...even though I'm beginning to suspect she doesn't."

"What are you talking about?" Diana actually took a step towards her, eyes narrowed.

Cassie stared up into the taller girl's eyes. "I think she's a Balcoin."

"What?" Diana's eyes widened and she took a step back.

Cassie gulped. "I think she's our sister."

26th-Mar-2013 12:20 am (UTC)
Yay! Fantastic update! I want more interaction! And I want someone to kick Nell's ass. Like, really badly. I really liked your Twilight comparison. Poor Greg. What a wretched home life. I hope they get to have a truly epic party... :D
30th-Mar-2013 02:23 am (UTC)
Haha, Nell's ass probably won't get any kicking any time soon.
26th-Mar-2013 02:10 am (UTC)
Loving Greg!! The banter between he and Chloe just too fucking hilarious! Love that they want to plan a party for everyone.

This just keeps getting more interesting. And Yay to more of the older circle!!

What are Cassie and Diana going to do know that they know that they have another sister!!
30th-Mar-2013 02:24 am (UTC)
He's is fun to write! They need the party! And will need it even *more* soon!
26th-Mar-2013 03:16 am (UTC)
I really like how you are including the people from the original Secret Circle. I was really beginning to like that show when it got cancelled, even though I originally only watched because it was filmed in my old neighbourhood and used my best friend's house as Cassie's house. Can't wait to see what happens when Lex and his circle find Chloe.
30th-Mar-2013 02:24 am (UTC)
Are you serious? That's awesome! I *loved* the house, thought it was gorgeous.
2nd-Feb-2014 08:08 pm (UTC) - Second Spin 19
Let me apologize now, because ten reviews a week(end) seems to be all I can manage without a major guilt attack for the things I'm not doing! Next weekend is my niece's first birthday - complete with out-of-town party - so I'll try to review this week but it doesn't mean I love this story or the rest of your works any less if I miss a week(end).

Okay, you really had me going with those first few sentences. I was like, wait, Chloe was attacked and I Forgot?!? And then I remembered. Cute and telling scene between Greg and Chloe. Twi-ville-circle, LOL.

Davis, always an odd duck and yet not as scary as he was in canon. I feel like he's a tertiary character and we haven't seen much of him or Jason post-Triad, but he was important at this point in the story.

Nell & Moira - a partnership made in... I can't think of anywhere slimy enough. So, did Moira tell Nell about Pete or just Chloe?

Loved Chloe-as-LSD. Such a cool explanation of something that probably can't be described to a scientist's satisfaction. Lex is always calculating, even when he's just observing shrubbery. (And I have the strongest urge to say 'Ni!' every time I type that word.)

Cassie and Diana before the fall. Interesting. I can't say from experience, but it's sad for this story that they fell apart as friends and yet it's totally understandable.
20th-Feb-2014 03:13 am (UTC) - Re: Second Spin 19
LOL - it's taking me forever to be able to respond so we're about even!

Chloe is still very much LSD… though it's not as in your face as it was with the Enthrall… HAHA! HE IS!

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