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The New Circle 22B/? 
5th-Apr-2013 09:59 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.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!

Jason looked around the vacant Manor and couldn't help but feel he was in the Minotaur's labyrinth instead of a home. Then again, while they were born to be the leaders of their Circle, the Luthors were never the homey or welcoming type.

He'd known Lex since they were kids. Their parents were in a Circle and so it made sense that the children, as well, would bind their own Circle as had their ancestors. His own parents had comprised of two of the members of the Circle, both strong in their own magical right, as both Edward Teague and Genevieve Capet liked to remind Lionel whenever the man got a little testy. The children grew up hearing about John Blackwell and the Balcoin lineage… and the debt owed to their Circle. A debt which their parents had thought would never be recovered when news of Balcoin's death rocked the magical world.

Jason knew the fact that John Blackwell and his children were still alive was the only reason his parents didn't throw a fit when they found out he was going to Smallville. The Circle here and his own had never truly been the best of friends in the past, a war especially blooming between the Capets and the Thoreaux. It had been Genevieve 's ancestress Duchess Gertrude who'd been the one to have Countess Isobel Thoreaux and her two closest Circle mates Madelyn Hibbins and Brianna Withridge burnt to the stake. Ever since then, the Capets and Thoreaux had been at war with each other.

And now it was more than likely that either a Thoreaux or a Hibbins was also the Balcoin Firstborn… Well… that could prove to be awkward, all things considered. Especially if it was a Thoreaux.

Lex seemed sure it was Lana Lang and Jason figured it made the most sense. Not only did she have the right hair, but the girl was the natural born leader of her Circle, just like Cassie Blake, and John Blackwell would have wanted to have a child with those most powerful in their respective Circles. So his mind told him that Lana Lang was perfect for the Firstborn… but his instincts told him the opposite. There were wigs that could be involved, contacts definitely had been, so why not a wig? It'd be smart to throw someone off her trail by wearing a different color and length than her own. If she was there under John's orders, as Jason suspected, then John would have wanted her completely incognito.


That'd been a Catwoman mask. Probably recycled from some old Halloween disguise… from which a brown wig could have been included.

And while those were just wild suppositions… Well, Lana Lang had been clearly unnerved and was being comforted by the others. She'd hugged herself, was somewhat shivering and had let the guys take over in protection.

Chloe Sullivan hadn't. Despite the weirdness that'd happened, she'd been spunky and charismatic and damned funny. She'd acted as if none of what had happened had affected her in the least bit.

And it wouldn't have… if she was the Firstborn.

Also… that spark when they'd touched… for a second, Jason could have sworn he'd heard the walls hum the beginning of the Ride of the Valkyries.

Jason sighed, running his hand over his face.

He had his marching orders. Lex had made it pretty clear that while he infiltrated the lives of each and every Circle member outside of school, Jason was to somehow infiltrate the school itself. They weren't sure exactly how they were going to make that happen, but Lex wanted every aspect of these teens' lives under scrutiny until they could prove that Lana Lang was the Firstborn. As Lex said, it might be Lang, Chloe, or some other girl who was not affiliated with that Circle at all.

And that was a big possibility since they were only going on Lex's gut feeling that the Firstborn was from Smallville. She could be from somewhere else entirely. The girl hadn't said where she'd be driving to, just that she would. This was making a very large leap but Lex was their leader and they'd follow his orders, broken Circle or not.

And yet blonde and green flashed before his eyes.

Giving a little sigh, Jason leaned against the wall, not exactly sure what was going to happen once they found the Firstborn. He knew what Lex wanted, especially now that Patricia was dead and he was hell-bent, but…

Before Jason's eyes images flashed of her kissing him, of the insane magic that'd flooded him… He gave a little shake, hazels opening.

He needed to focus.

That kiss didn't matter.

It didn't.

It was just the Firstborn enthralling the closest witch she could find so he'd protect her.

That was all.

Slamming his fist backwards into the wall, a muscle jumped in Jason's cheek as he stormed away.

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Exactly where were Whitney and Chloe?

Clark felt frustration fill him as he gazed around the school, unable to find any sort of evidence that they'd arrived. He was already on edge with everything that'd happened with Pete, and Greg was being his "Pete's a capable guy, stop stressing" self. Clark knew that Chloe would probably be the only other person who'd had such a close relationship with Pete and would understand his worries, and yet when he needed her, she was no where to be found. She was obviously somewhere with Whitney.

And now that he thought about it, since when had she and Whitney gotten so close?

The guy had lived to torment her before so when had things changed so drastically?

The bell rung signaling that break was over and Clark trudged to his next class, fist clenched.

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After having packed lightly and informed Peggy that she was going to be out for a couple of days and that Chloe would be taking care of things for her, Nell and Lana had hit the road, burning rubber. A part of the woman wanted to stay and witness what was going on, especially after the spiritual attack of yesterday and Luthor and Teague's appearance in Smallville, but another had her pressing down on the gas. Moira's words echoed in her mind and the woman knew that it was best if she left Smallville for a little. There was a lot she needed to think over and very little time to do so.

Lana leaned her forehead against the window, lost in her own world.

Nell sent her niece a sideways glance, worried.

Lana was a Potter and a Thoreaux. She was powerful. She was born to lead the Circle… and yet back there, she'd failed to lead. She'd let her emotions run wild and had nearly blown things for them. If Chloe hadn't stepped in and calmed Greg enough for him to actually…

…Nell gave a little growl, one which Lana didn't even hear.

Lana needed to be more on the ball.

The Thoreaux/Potter families were the leaders of this Circle, not the Hibbins and definitely not the Balcoin.

Never had been… Never would be.

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"You want to let me in on what your master plan is?" Whitney asked later as they sat on the hood of his truck, eating some fast food in the middle of Miller's Field, or what was left of it. It was quite masochistic, coming here so often after what'd taken place, but after the discovery of the cave and its link to Chloe, well, somehow Whitney felt safer here. He didn't know why he felt that the caves somehow had protected them that night and would protect them again should they be attacked. "I know you didn't offer to help Nell out of the goodness of your heart." He took a sip of his drink. "Obviously I believe you'd want to help Pete, but there's more to it than that, isn't there?"

Chloe nodded, chewing her burger and swallowing before answering. "Nell and Lana live above the flower shop. With them out of the picture and with me in charge of the shop and the keys…"

"…You can snoop around their apartment and find exactly what connection Nell has to your mother or anything else that's being planned. Also – If this John Blackwell guy doesn't want her knowing you're a Balcoin then that means she must know about the Balcoin family… and might have those records somewhere in the Talon but most probably in her home… which you will have unlimited access to." Whitney had always known that this girl had a slyness to her, how else would she get all the stories for the Torch if not, but he had to admit that this one impressed him. "You've got to realize that Nell will have magically booby trapped the place, right? She doesn't trust you."

"I know." Chloe nodded calmly. "I'll figure a way around them somehow."

"Maybe you can just-" He wiggled his hands. "Balcoin magic them gone."

Her lips twitched as she sent him a sideways glance. "You've taken everything so incredibly well."

"Well, I figure the whole "You're a Wizard, Harry" moment was about the most surprised I'll ever be." Whitney shrugged. "Other than learning the Balcoins are actually glittering fairies who grant wishes by belching the alphabet, I think I'm fine."

Chloe's lips twitched in obvious amusement. "That sounds horrible. I'd hate to be that."

"It could be fun," Whitney goaded, letting out a deliberate burp.

Chloe smacked him on the back of his head. "I'm eating. Behave."

He laughed, shaking his head as he bit into his burger.

Chloe's gaze went far, a sigh escaping her lips. "I hope he's okay."

The smile slipped from Whitney's mouth as he sighed and reached over, resting his hand on top of her head awkwardly in a pat. "Pete's stronger than people give him credit for. He'll be fine."

Chloe nodded, sighing softly, clenching her scarred hands tightly.

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John had failed.

Moira leaned against a tree, the fur wrapped around her naked shoulders like a blanket as she gazed up at the sunshine through the leaves.

He'd failed.

A slow smile curved her lips.

When she'd felt the agonizing pain she'd known right away what was happening and she'd feared that she'd die. But just as unexpectedly as the pain started it had ended, and she'd known that his life had extinguished along with the pain.

John Blackwell was dead.

She wondered which of his kids had done the deed.

It definitely hadn't been Chloe or Pete; those two still here while John was most definitely not.

Geneva must have realized it too because she and her husband had run off with that boy… obviously not realizing that the fact that they were still alive meant that John was dead. They probably thought that John would now come for the son he'd conceived with Geneva that one weak night of hers – an indiscretion which Rupert knew of and had forgiven given the fact that they'd been taking a break due to his own infidelity. That was why they were running… from a dead man.

The idiots.

Even if John was alive, he knew his blood and he'd find them.

Now that he was dead though, she needed to rethink her game plan. Everything the woman had done so far had been done so knowing that Blackwell was alive.

The arrival of a Luthor and a Teague had complicated things though, and she didn't know exactly how to feel about it.

Not only were their Circles never close – historically rivals for power and dominance – but there was the little pact John had made concerning her daughter.

But for now that didn't matter.

What mattered was that John was dead… finally dead.

A rough sound echoed around her and it took a second for her to realize it was a laugh escaping her lips.

It'd been a long time since she'd laughed.

Uncomfortable, Moira slipped the wolf-head hood of her cloak over her head and felt the transformation begin.

6th-Apr-2013 08:59 pm (UTC)
sneaky little chloe.... and from what i read, lex circle just wants to help, right? but there is still moria .... you know, this will take a while, right?
7th-Apr-2013 11:27 pm (UTC)
Yes she is....and no they do not. :P
6th-Apr-2013 10:00 pm (UTC)
I'm a little confused, but mostly excited for this fic. :D I hope you've got more coming soon. :D, let me add another :D Great job hon!
7th-Apr-2013 11:27 pm (UTC)
Updating the next soon!
3rd-Mar-2014 03:01 am (UTC) - Second Spin 22b
Excellent chapter, as always.

Loved Jason's reaction to Chloe and Lana and the Firstborn. Ironic that he knows about Enthrallment but that Chloe, the actual wielder of the power, has so little idea of what she can do.

Clark again proves how out-of-step he is with Chloe and her life. Props for wanting to be part of it. Negs for believing he's entitled to her attention. (I liked the bit you put into the recent (~122) installments about Clark being cleared of betraying Chloe to Rao. I don't like him but I can accept him being part of Chloe's posse with that clarification. I don't want him in either of her Circles, but I could maybe kinda understand a little.)

I also liked this bit, which I couldn't get to Quote:
"The Thoreaux/Potter families were the leaders of this Circle, not the Hibbins and definitely not the Balcoin.

Never had been… Never would be."

I had to laugh at that. Yeah, never would be Because The Hibbinses and Balcoins Had Better Things To Do, Nell.

Also, I <3 Whitney. The 'you're a wizard, Harry' reference cracked me up. Also the belching fairy Balcoins. Now that we know how important and feared the Balcoin are, this line is even funnier.

Interesting that Moira also believes the lie about Chloe being bound/sold to the Teague/Luthor circle. Somehow, knowing that she's been to the Genesis Caves at this point, I would've expected her to be a bit more on the ball. But I guess she and John were never allies - note the gloating that he's dead - so she would only know what she could glean from gossip. And I can't decide whether Moira's lack of laughter makes me pity her or just think that's typical of someone who's made Moira's choices. But it was poignant.

And this is probably inappropriate, but I just have to get this off my chest.

The writers of Smallville FAIL French names.
Duchess Gertrude? Please! Gertrude's so German it hurts. Gisela or Ghislaine or Giselle would be just as 'exotic' and actually somewhat historical. There was actually a princess of medieval France named 'Gisele Capet'.
Madelyn (no, but closer) I can do - I just pretend it's Madeleine as the French actually spell it - but Hibbins? That can't possibly be a real French surname since the 'H' sound does not naturally occur at the beginning of a French word. It gets lost even when it's actually used in spelling.
And Brianna is closest to Irish and completely non-historical. Try Berthe or Blanca or Blanche or Bernarde or Bertrande.
How hard can it be to put a little thought into your supposedly historical character names?!? If they go to the trouble of using the name of an actual French village for a character origin, would it kill them to use real French names? Maybe I'm too picky. Maybe Isobel's friends weren't supposed to be French. But why set the entire arc there if they weren't going to use the available material? Grrrrr.
The 1632 series does this So Much Better and it's essentially quasi-fanfic. Double Grrr.

Thanks for putting up with me, and again - I loved it.
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