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.Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!SPOILERS for Secret Circle Series Finale. Don't say you haven't been warned.
"I didn't think you'd come," Grant declared, smiling at her as she arrived with her bags.
"Neither did I," Diana whispered, pulling closer.
He stared deep into her eyes. "Are you sure about this?"
"Of course I am. Are you sure about this?" she challenged back.
Grant smiled before grabbing her bags. "Let's go, the car's outside."
Diana followed, not even wanting to think about all that she was leaving behind. She just had to go, had to leave; couldn't stay in this place, not after everything that'd happened to her.
If she stayed she'd go insane.
Grant opened the trunk of his car, placing her things inside.
As Diana opened the car door she felt a tingling in her hand. The brunette frowned and looked down at her palm in the moonlight, eyes widening in horror when she saw the sign of Balcoin burnt into her palm just as it had once burned into that of John Blackwell.
"You okay?" Grant asked, closing the trunk.
Diana looked up and gave him a feeble smile as she opened the car door. "Of course... Let's just get out of here." And with that she slid into the car and closed the door, shoving her palm into her jacket, refusing to unclench her fist.
"How could you not tell me about this?" If Whitney hadn't already been seated, he would have collapsed, eyes wide as he stared at the girl.
"To be fair, I only just found out about my mother being the damned skinwalker who attacked me," Chloe muttered, sitting next to him on the sofa, feet folded underneath her.
"What about this whole pink-mist kiss shit?" Whitney wanted to know, annoyed beyond belief. "Why would you tell Pete and not me? I am a part of your unofficial Circle, not him! He's a part of Nell's Circle! Because let's be honest here, that Circle is Nell's, not Lana's."
"Pete has been like a brother to me ever since I've known him." Chloe frowned at Whitney, the palms of her hands itching. "I needed someone to talk to. He could sense that something was wrong and he got it out of me. Also, they might be in a different Circle, but that doesn't make them the enemy."
"It is if Nell's in league with your psycho mom – no offense intended."
She sighed, leaning hard into the seat. "None taken."
Whitney groaned, feeling like a bully as he eyed her dejected state. "Look Chloe, I don't mean to be the bad guy, but we're outnumbered and we only have each other we can really trust at the moment. I'm trusting you a hundred percent – I told you about my dad and the coach – I need to know that this is a two way street."
Guilt passed over her features. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't trust you."
Whitney turned to her. "Chloe, if we're going to do this as lone wolves, we need to be able to trust each other."
Chloe turned fully towards him as well, eyeing him. "There's something else... but I need you to swear never to reveal what I'm going to tell you."
He could see the severity, the fear in her eyes, and he nodded, scooting closer, holding his hand out towards her. When she just eyed it curiously he wiggled his hand around, prompting her to place her hand in his. "No, like this." The boy rearranged their hold on each other so that they were clasping the other's forearm instead, his blues catching her greens and keeping them. "By this blood oath I decree, brotherhood and fidelity. Should I renege on this decree, agony will forever accompany me."
Chloe's eyes were wide on him. "What are we doing?"
"We're vowing to each other that we're trustworthy, and proving how serious we are by naming our punishment should we ever betray the other," Whitney declared evenly. "Nell once told us that she and her Circle did similar vows to each other, which were broken after the circle was broken."
"But we're not a Circle," Chloe whispered.
He nodded slowly. "But we're the closest thing to a Circle that each other has."
And he was right.
Licking her lips, Chloe tightened her grip on his forearm, taking a deep breath. "With this blood oath I decree, sisterhood and fidelity. Should I renege on this decree, agony will forever accompany me."
Blues and greens stared deeply into each other as their magics jolted, the teens hissing as they held on tightly and rode out the pain in their joined hands, their palms and the flesh by their elbows feeling as if they'd been sliced and then cauterized with fire.
Finally, when the pain slowly died and faded away, the teens pulled their hands away, eyes widening as a six point star was burnt into the fleshy bit of their palm under their thumbs. A quick glance on their arm proved that there was a small vertical line on their elbow.
The blondes looked up at each other, blinking, before slowly leaning hard against the sofa as they just stared at each other.
"Does this make us a Circle?" Chloe asked softly.
Whitney shook his head. "A Circle is six."
"What's two?" The investigative reporter wanted to know.
He thought for a moment, before answering. "Something new."
Diana was running away with a guy she didn't know just to get away from the Circle and her dark magic. She obviously was too scared of what she could be, still blamed Cassie for everything, and even though the blonde had begged her to stay, had even suggested they rebind the Circle to keep them safer from these other Balcoins that John said were coming – Diana had shaken her head, refused, and left.
Cassie was now truly alone.
Her mother was dead, her grandmother was dead, her father was dead... and now her sister wanted nothing to do with her.
Melissa and Adam were showing an attraction to each other, Jake and Faye were hitting it off once again...Where did that leave Cassie?
Feeling a tingling in the palm of her hand, Cassie opened her closed fist and stared at her palm, numb with shock as the same symbol that was burned into her father's palm – the Balcoin symbol – now was burned into hers.
Pushing up from the seat, Cassie went towards the light and stared at the symbol. Flashes of it on John's palm, on the medallion and then on that cave wall with Chloe flashed before her eyes before she suddenly smiled softly. Almost as if in a trance, she raised her hand towards the fireplace, and even though there wasn't any wood in it, a huge fire erupted inside.
Her smile twisted slightly, and the fire grew in intensity.
"He's a Dabbler," Lex declared as they slid into his Jaguar, locking the doors behind them, the bald billionaire starting the engine. "He stunk of unnatural magic."
"I know," Jason agreed, putting on his seatbelt as Lex backed out of the parking space, scrunching up his face at the thought of Coach Arnold. "At one point I had to literally force myself to not cover my nose, his abuse of it is rotting him from the inside and it's sickening to smell."
"I'm surprised that no one else seems able to smell it." Lex admitted, exiting the parking lot and pulling out into the empty road. "But this could work in our favor if we are patient enough."
Jason sent Lex a sideways glance. "Is that so?"
"Yes." Lex stared ahead of him. "What did you think about them?"
"The Circle?" Jason didn't know why he was even asking, he knew what Lex was talking about. "She's here."
Lex turned to him, eyes wide. "It is the Lang girl then."
"I don't know, maybe." Jason looked away, uncomfortable.
Lex's eyes narrowed on him. "She has long dark hair, just like the girl in Crouch End."
"She does," Jason agreed. "But you dress up and disguise yourself in Crouch End."
That was true, and something Lex had been contemplating as well throughout the whole trip through the school. Jason usually didn't pick up on subtle possibilities like this and Lex had been certain that the guy would be sure it was Lana, but the fact that he wasn't...
Lex eyed him in silence before shifting gears. "What's on your mind, Jace?"
He let out a little breath. "She kissed me again."
"The Lang girl kissed you?" Lex tested the guy once more. "When?"
"I don't know if it was the Lang girl – it could be the blonde or someone else who isn't even a part of the Circle." Jason rubbed his arm. "All I know is that when I was on that floor, feeling like I was dying, she kissed me and she saved me. It felt like-"
"Yes?" Lex prompted when Jason fell silent.
"It felt like she was drawing the spell out of me and into herself, but it didn't affect her." Jason frowned.
Lex's gaze turned to the road. "Do you think she knows it was you at Crouch End?"
"Maybe she kisses anyone," Jason grumbled, looking away, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "She kissed you, didn't she?"
Lex's gaze went to his friend at the resentful tone, wondering if there wasn't some little bit of the enthrallment still in Jason. If it was... maybe... maybe he could use it to track down the Balcoin Firstborn.
Letting out a little breath, Lex pressed down on the gas.
They needed to get to the Manor and start planning their next move.
"Why are you freaking out on me like this?" Pete frowned at his parents, his father drinking a glass of wine and his mother smoking, both of those activities were the type his parents would usually reproach as completely unchristian. "What's going on?"
"You weren't affected by what happened today, were you?" His mother asked shakily, breathing out a cloud of smoke.
"No." Pete shook his head, eyes narrowed on them. "What's going on? You guys don't smoke or drink! You think it's-"
"It doesn't matter anymore." His father took another gulp of his wine. "We tried being good people, hoped that our actions would protect you, but today showed us what fools we were."
His mother sniffled.
"What are you talking about?" For the first time, fear began to fill Pete's soul as he stared at his parents, his palm burning slightly, the boy rubbing it against his pants leg.
"Honey, we need you to understand that we were trying to protect you by keeping you away from all of this," his mother whispered. "I didn't want you to have to pay because of what I did."
His father reached out and curled an arm around her shoulders.
"What did you do?" Pete wanted to know, rubbing his palm harder against his pant leg before finally raising his palm up to see if he'd gotten a bug bite or something for it was so itchy... and that was when he saw it... the symbol. "What the-?"
His father's glass smashed against the tiles.
"Oh no," his mother cried in terror. "We have to leave. Now. Before he comes!"
"What? Who?" Pete looked at them in confusion.
His mother shook, visibly terrified. "John Blackwell."
By the time she was finished telling Whitney everything, Chloe was tired, leaning hard against the sofa as she watched him try to digest it all.
"So you think this John Blackwell guy was behind today's attack?" Whitney frowned, apparently deciding to start on that point. "And that one of the reasons why you weren't affected was because he wouldn't want to hurt you?"
"It's one of my theories... but it doesn't make any sense." Chloe sighed, scratching her still itchy palms. "He didn't seem like a psycho person when he was here; he was nice, funny, a genuinely great guy who I trusted."
Whitney frowned. "Something might have happened to him. Maybe it was a distress call or a reactive spell or something?"
Chloe frowned, not having thought of that. "I'm supposed to send him something, but he hasn't told me where to send it yet."
"The thing he had you pick up from this nightclub you barely got out of alive?" It was obvious Whitney was still annoyed with her for having done that alone.
"Yes." She nodded.
"Well, what is it?" He wanted to know.
"I don't know." The blonde snorted. "I wasn't about to open the package."
"Why not?" the Quarterback challenged. "You risked your life for it. The least he owes you is letting you know what he put you in danger for."
Chloe worried her bottom lip in contemplation before giving a little growl as she scratched her palms harder, gaze lowering to them before widening. "Oh my god."
"What is it?" Whitney reached her for palms, and in the middle of each of them a huge symbol was burnt into her flesh. "Did this happen because of our blood oath?"
"No... I know this symbol," Chloe whispered, eyes wide as she closed her hands around Whitney's. "You need to come with me, now."
"John Blackwell is dead," Davis declared, staring at the computer screen at Lex and Jason, able to see their shock. "He was killed by his daughters, Cassie Blake and Diana Meade. Charles Meade also consumed the demons in Eben, killing him, and has been bound to catatonia with the demons inside of him. His mind and body are gone, now serving as a living, unmoving prison for them."
Lex drummed his fingers, eyeing them as he digested this, before finally speaking. "The spell today was cast by him I presume."
"That's what we're figuring." He nodded. "We also think the girls killed Daddy Dearest to stop him."
"Where are Tess and Oliver?" Lex finally seemed to notice their absence.
"Diana Meade left town with her boyfriend. They are tailing her to make sure we don't lose her," Davis replied. "The other girl, Cassie, is here so I've stayed behind to keep an eye on her."
Jason scratched at his eyebrow. "The Firstborn is here in Smallville."
Davis' eyes widened as he leaned forwards towards the screen. "You've confirmed this?"
"Yeah." Jason nodded. "We're still exactly not sure who it is, but she's definitely here."
Davis let out a little breath as he leaned back once more. "Now what?"
"Tess and Oliver should stay on the trail, and you stay there while Jason and I work on the Circle here," Lex declared. "I have a feeling this is only just beginning."
"What is this place?" Whitney whispered in shock, looking around him, flashlight skimming the many different drawings on the cave's walls.
"I don't know, but when I disappeared from the barrier I ended up down here," Chloe responded, hand in his, leading him through the winding passageways, seeming to know instinctively which veins to take and which turns to make, finally entering the chamber she'd fallen into. "Look. That big symbol over there ahead of us."
Whitney's flashlight shone on it, eyes widening. "It's the symbol on your palms."
"Yes," she whispered, tightening her grip on his hand. "It is."
"Do you know what it is?" he asked, unable to look away from it.
"I had a dream once here. It's all vague and I don't really remember much from it in detail, but this part stuck to me," Chloe murmured, unable to look away from the symbol either. "That's the symbol of Balcoin."
"What's a Balcoin?" Whitney asked the question she'd been asking herself for so long.
She whispered out the answer. "A family."
Raising both of her branded palms upwards towards the corresponding symbol, Chloe gasped as that other magic in her, the darker one, shot out and suddenly the symbol on the wall began to glow, an explosion of power erupting from it, lighting up all the other symbols and drawings on the wall, the cave lighting up as if there was electricity.
The two teens stood in the middle of the magnificent cavern, staring around them in awe.
"A family?" Whitney echoed, voice breathy.
"I think-" Chloe's gaze lowered to her branded palms, gulping hard. "My family."