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The New Circle 23A/? 
7th-Apr-2013 06:39 pm
shadowglove88
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!



The last couple of days had been a continuous adaptation to the newness of her routine. Her father was working all sorts of crazy hours so she hardly ever saw him and while she missed him it was for the best because the girl was hardly home herself. The mornings were finding her car being used less and less, Whitney usually picking her up and taking her to school so they could talk during the drive. He was the planner, interestingly enough, and would use that time for the two of them to figure out what they would be doing that evening after Potter's Potts closed for the night. They'd decide whether to continue their search for the Hibbins' book, continue their search of the Potter's place for anything Balcoin or otherwise related, continue their exploration of the seemingly endless "Balcoin caves" (as Whitney had dubbed them) or spend time with Clark and Greg. After they'd decided what their schedule would be, the two would reach school, spend the rest of the day there and, on the evenings that Whitney had practice after school (most days), Chloe got a ride with either Greg or Clark to Potter's Potts so she could take over for Peggy, who had four kids and a cranky grandmother to get home to. Many times Greg or Clark would stick around with her, Clark trying to help or Greg being a wiseass, and that was fine because Chloe liked them both and didn't really like the idea of being alone.

Today was different though. Clark had dropped her off before apologizing for not being able to stay because of some chores he had to do and Greg was busy with the party that she'd helped him and Pete plan. He'd insisted in confidence when he'd stayed over yesterday that they needed it more than ever and that she was still supposed to keep it a secret because he was sure the other two would declare that it was wrong to have a party right now, all things considered, or try to help and ruin everything.

Chloe was relieved to have the evening to herself though. Just because her life was getting ridiculous magic-wise hadn't meant that she'd neglected the Torch or Trevor's request for help. She felt a little bad about not telling Whitney about this, especially since lately he was the only one who knew all her secrets, but if Coach Arnold started getting suspicious she wanted Whitney's confusion and surprise to be genuine. That way the Coach wouldn't take anything out on him.

The other night she'd placed hidden cameras around the field and only today had she been able to download the video information they'd recorded, gulping as she saw the sprinklers begin to shoot out fire like flamethrowers, the Coach shoving Brad back so hard there was a burnt handprint on his shirt, and a tackle dummy catching on fire when the Coach yelled, losing his temper when Dan tripped and fell.

And then the coach grabbed Whitney by his hair.

Chloe's eyes narrowed and her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

Oh, he was going down!

The bell above the door betrayed the entrance and Chloe slammed down the lid of her laptop (yes, she'd gotten a new one – her dad was awesome) and looked up, the mechanical customer service smile tilting in genuine surprise as she saw who it was. "Mr Teague!"

He froze when he saw her, eyes wide, before he cleared his throat and shucked his hands into his leather jacket's pockets, a smile curving his lips as he came forward. "Please, call me Jason. I'm only nineteen. Mr Teague is my father."

"Jason." Her smile was tinged with a blush, finding it just so weird that she'd kissed this incredibly handsome guy and he didn't even know it. "So, what can I do to help you?" She gazed around the flower shop. "A dozen red roses for a special lady who's caught your eye here?" She suddenly paused, turning to look at him, a little disappointed. "Or are you and Mr Luthor-?"

"Are we what?" Jason eyed her in confusion as he drew nearer, before his hazels widened in understanding and he yanked his hands out to shake them vehemently. "No! We are definitely not! Just friends. Only friends. And not with benefits." He ran his hand over the back of his neck. "I, uh, I wanted to cheer up the place and was thinking flowers might make it seem less like a mausoleum."

Chloe couldn't stop herself. "Don't you take flowers to mausoleums and grave stones and-?"

He flinched, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, I hadn't thought about that."

Oh dear god, he was cute on top of handsome.

How was this fair?

He cleared his throat, hazels turning on her. "So, Lex thinks you're ignoring his calls."

And she was… She'd never seen her father lose his temper like that and it was the only reason why she'd never picked up the calls. "I've been busy, as you can see." She sighed, deciding to play it differently. "I have school in the day and work here at night, as well as homework and work for the Torch so I've been bogged down."

"Yeah, we heard that the owner of this place and her niece just up and left some days ago, as well as another family here, the Ross family, I think they called them." Jason cleared his throat. "Weren't you talking to some of them the day we, uh, met?"

"Yeah, we're friends." Chloe nodded, practicing the easy smile she gave all those who questioned her on this matter. "Pete's family have a dying grandfather they want to be at the bedside of and Lana and her aunt are going to be gone for a while on private business."

Jason nodded, gaze on the flowers all around them. "So how long have you been working here?"

"Just since they left. I'll be taking care of it while they're gone."

His gaze went to her. "So we'll be seeing more of each other then."

She could feel that blush starting to return as she smile up at him. "Only if you come in the evenings, otherwise you'll be dealing with Peggy. But she's been working here for a lot longer than I have, so she'd probably be more useful."

Jason just stared at her, before realizing what he was doing and clearing his throat, looking away. "So, what sort of flowers would you recommend to decorate that place with and not make it look like some sort of tomb?"

"Good question." She typed into the keyboard of the shop's computer, bringing up the different types that they had in stock. "Look here, what do you think?"

He hesitated only a second before coming around the counter and stepping behind her, gazing at the screen. "Definitely not anything pink."

She chuckled, eliminating the pink options. "Maybe you'd like to pick them by meaning?"

"Meaning?" he asked curiously behind her.

A shiver of delight ran down her spine, the girl refusing to look at him as she nodded. "Each flower has a different meaning; it's called the language of flowers. Apparently back in the Victorian-era they used flowers and floral arrangements to send coded messages to one's love and express their feelings." A chuckle escaped her lips. "Don't feel bad if you didn't know. I only discovered this since I started working here and going through Nell's books." She shook her head. "It gives new meaning to the jonquil Mark gave me two Valentines ago."

There was a pause. "What do jonquils mean?"

"Return my affection." She turned halfway towards him, eyes widening as she realized just how close behind her he was, her heart racing in excitement as she stared up into his lowered hazels.

"I don't think I want to be filling Lex's house with jonquils then," he quipped, gaze lowering to her lips.

Chloe reached behind and clutched at the counter, feeling like she was in a trance as she stared at him. "It could get… weird… if he knows the language of flowers."

"It could," he agreed, moving a little closer.

She had a feeling this guy might try and kissing her, which was both completely out of the blue, weird, and… She hoped to god he was going to kiss her.

His phone began ringing causing a sound that was close to a growl to escape his lips before he cleared his throat and pulled away to answer. "What?" He took in a deep breath, going around the counter almost as if seeking safety, running his hand over his face. "I'm not being testy. What do you want?" His gaze went to Chloe and then slid back as he turned, giving her his back. "Davis, this is not the time… Because I'm in the middle of something." He gave a little growl. "It's none of your business who I'm with at this moment; you're not my father for crying out loud!"

Chloe blinked, not exactly sure what was going on and wondering if maybe she should try and give him some space or something.

"What?" Jason froze. "Are – Are you sure?" He turned and gave Chloe a little look before beginning to walk towards the door. "How do you know this?"

Chloe cleared her throat, lowering her gaze to the computer, typing into the system and only when Jason left the shop while still on the phone did she finally give up the pretense of work, a sigh escaping her lips. Disappointment was raw in her, annoyed with this Davis person for the interruption.

The doors flew open and she looked up, expectant, but instead of Jason, it was Van.

"Okay, I'm in the shithouse and broke so I need you to get me something for Dawn that says "Yes, I goddamn remembered your birthday – I just wanted to be the last one to give you a gift". But I can't spend too much on it," Van declared, approaching and slamming his hand down on the counter in exasperation. "I'm saving up for a Harley."

She eyed him. "I can't believe you forgot her birthday's tomorrow."

"You knew?" Van gasped in horror.

"She throws one of the biggest birthday bashes every year." Chloe shook her head at her photographer, unable to believe him. "Why is she with you?"

"Look, I'm feeling crap enough as is." He pouted.

Shaking her head, Chloe sighed, motioning with her head towards the flowers. "I think I have something that might help, but you're going to have to drive to Metropolis immediately and buy her something else. Dawn isn't the type of girl who'll be happy with just flowers. Also, you'll have to pick up the flowers tomorrow so they don't wilt overnight."

Comments 
4th-Mar-2014 01:57 pm (UTC) - Second Spin 23a
LOL Van. Dude, *how* did you get Dawn Stiles to go out with you again? LOL I've tried to be the last person in the family to call on a birthday, but that just leads to badness and hurt feelings. Nice try, Van. I've also, believe it or not, gone dumpster diving with a pair of friends to retrieve flowers from behind a florist's shop for friends in a school pageant. Who knew that they only threw out the ones that were going to wilt within a few hours? They looked perfectly fine when he dug them out, but.... So, yeah, ROFL.

Nice Jason moments there. I like that you had him moving up on Chloe, who also totally wanted to get closer to him, but also that you had Davis interrupt. I don't remember what the phone call was about, but I liked Chloe's surprise, frustration and quiet realization.

I also liked that you gave Chloe some romantic history that wasn't about Clark or Pete. That was one of my pet peeves in the early years of the show, that Allison Mack was such a gorgeous, talented actress and yet Kristen Kreuk had all the writers drooling on their keyboards. Yes, she's also gorgeous and talented, but Lana was the quintessential big fish in a small pond. Chloe had so much more potential and yet she got yanked to the background at almost every opportunity. Grrr.

Hmmm, Whitney the planner. Wouldn't have thought it of him, since Chloe is so in charge in later installments, but it's nice to see him taking a lead. Greg is always subversively awesome and Clark is... Clark. Nice to see him making an effort.

Good point about flowers for the dead, Chloe. I don't think even 'all the flowers ever' could make the Luthor Mansion feel like a home. And nice saves for the lack of phone calls and absence of Lana and Pete and their families. I liked that Gabe replaced her laptop with minimal trouble. Such a nice dad.

Oh, and Coach Dabbler. I didn't remember that he'd grabbed Whitney. Nothing like abusing her people to make Chloe-the-Mama-Bear come out. I get her point about wanting Whitney's surprise to be genuine, but I'm not sure that that would be sufficient protection. Would Chloe and Whit's line-not-a-Circle keep him from using his powers to protect him unless Chloe was nearby? At least she should've thought of that.

So, another great chapter. Onward!
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