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The New Circle 30/? 
2nd-May-2013 10:55 pm
The New Circle (Part 2)
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!

"So, what do you think is going on at that lunch meeting?" Diana couldn't help herself, worrying had always been an intricate part of her character and it was shining forth now, even as she was trying to decide whether to go for the plastic plates with floral patterns or the ones with the Avengers. (Greg was pushing hard for the Avengers.)

"Knowing Chloe?" Greg asked, "sneaking" a matching set of Avengers plastic cups into their cart. "She's got one pinned under her, wrestle mania style, leg twisted back and about to snap and the other crying for mommy as she verbally abuses him."

Diana looked up from her careful deliberation with a horrifying image of exactly the scenario Greg was painting, her lips twitching in reluctant amusement. "I'm being serious."

"Me too. Have you ever seen her pissed?" Greg snorted, passing her a couple of different packets of napkins, all of them suspiciously baring different superhero patterns on them, as he easily took the plates from her, "sneakily" putting the floral ones away before slipping the Avengers plates into the cart next to their cup counterparts. "Once, before she was awakened, Whitney pissed her off so badly that he got a baseball to the nuts." Greg looked a mixture of amused and horrified. "I'd known to be careful around her before then, but that just drove the issue home."

Diana raised an eyebrow, deciding that since they were definitely going with an Avengers theme... The brunette ditched all the napkins Greg had handed her and instead grabbed the ones with Loki on it, throwing them on top of the plastic plates. "No offense, but Lex and Jason aren't teenagers who have just awoken. They seem like the witch mafia or something."

"Witch Mafia. I like that." Greg grinned as they continued searching Party Mart. "And don't worry. If anything goes wrong, Whitney will feel it and let us know."

Diana thought about that a moment, gaze lowering to her palm where the Balcoin symbol and the winged serpent were side by side.

Greg eyed her before following her example, eyeing his winged serpent tattoo as well. "I have to say; thank god her avatar wasn't a cuddly bunny or something. There was no way even I could pull that one off."

Diana's lips twitched in amusement once more as she raised her dark gaze to him.

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"I've just lost any shred of respect I might have had for you." Pointing her fork at Lex, Chloe shook her head. "It was obviously a cover up."

Lex snorted, rolling his eyes. "If you're using the "found footage" of the alien autopsies, then you wouldn't be the first one to be duped by-"

"The government?" She totally ignored him, riled up and fighting for her point of view. "Aliens exist. They do."

"If there was intelligent life on another planet, don't you think that they would have made their presence known to us by now?" Lex raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not!" Chloe scoffed. "If they're "intelligent" then they know that the moment we have proof of them, we're going to want to either fight them to "defend" ourselves – or steal their technology/knowledge!"

He eyed her in silence.

"Just think of the reverse engineering we could accomplish with their toothbrush, let alone a spaceship." Chloe was on fire as she put down her fork, completely forgetting about her food as her hands moved around with her passion for the topic. "It's why they were around all the time when we were no more than cavemen, because back at that time they knew we weren't developed enough to actually be a threat to them. Once civilization grew more advanced they understood that it was more and more risky to show their faces – and after Roswell they probably stopped visiting entirely – except for those hippie communities that live in isolation in the desert."

"Okay, I can admit that your theory isn't all together ludicrous-" Lex begun.

"Uh huh!" Chloe grabbed her fork and pointed it at him once more victoriously.

"But still you have to admit that we should have seen some sort of proof of life in space by now."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "They don't have to be from our galaxy. We could be the only ones in our own. But with their sophisticated technology, they could probably stay in cryostasis so they can travel around the entire universe – using auto pilot if they have to."

"We're just going to have to agree to disagree." Lex brought his napkin to his mouth, patting it to his lips before eyeing her. "We've spent the last hour arguing on the existence of fairies, leprechauns, manticores, basilisks and... aliens." He chuckled, shaking his head. "One of these things is not like the rest."

"We've also managed to skirt the issue that is the sole reason for this lunch," she agreed, taking a sip of her drink before putting her glass back down. "Or the issues. Because we have issues."

He nodded his head. "Which would you prefer for us to address first?"

"Well, how about explaining this pact my father made with yours?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning hard on the chair as she eyed him. "No one really knows anything about it on my side and I don't like going into things blind. I want to know exactly what the pact our fathers made has gotten me in the middle of... other than a power struggle between father and son, of course."

His lips twitched slightly with wry amusement. "You're very direct."

"Beating around the bush will take too long." There was naked determination in her greens. "I like being straight to the point and appreciate others being the same way with me."

"Likewise," he agreed with a serene little nod, resting his elbows on the table and drumming his fingers as he watched her. "I, John Balcoin do swear by lineage and blood, by magic dark and wild, to hand over to the Luthor Circle my Firstborn child. Whether male or female, take no mind, this oath I swear intending to bind, my Firstborn to the Luthor Circle given, in exchange for my successful mission. Lineage and blood, magic dark and wild, all within this Balcoin child, joined forever to the Luthor Circle from first awakening to eternal slumber, a living crystal to strengthen their numbers."

"A living crystal?" Chloe whispered, floored, trying to digest all she'd learned.

"It's a metaphor," Lex explained. "Crystals are amplifiers of our natural magic, they make us stronger. That is why he referred to you as one. Your powers would make any Circle stronger."

"What would happen if I don't want to be a part of any Circle?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have a choice." He leaned forwards on the table, eyeing her. "But you do have a choice as to whether you're part of a Luthor Circle that sees you as nothing more than a metaphoric crystal... or as a full fledged member."

"You try to sell yourself as this incredibly benevolent person who has always had my best in mind, compared to your devil father, and yet if your sixth member hadn't died before you found me, I think we might be having a completely different conversation right now." Chloe could see the emotion flicker through his eyes at the mention of Patricia Swan. Her father had informed her about the little John had told him about this Circle. "If we're going to work together, you're going to have to cut the bullshit. You don't have my best interest in mind. You just see me as a way to get one up on your father."

He was silent as he eyed her.

"I don't trust you, I'll never trust you, but so far you're the devil I know." She wanted this to be absolutely calm. "I'm going to find a way out of this pact, no matter what it takes."

"I can't stop you from trying," he admitted, yet looked fairly unconcerned about it. "And you're right. Had Patricia still lived, we would be having a different conversation at this moment, maybe no conversation at all."

She clenched her fists at her side as she held back the words her temper wanted her to snarl at him. "What was my original purpose?"

"Well, your magic's addictive under certain circumstances so you couldn't be trusted to perform magic at will. Our parents grew addicted to John's magic and after they were unable to – sample it, I suppose – they went into a very rough withdrawal stage." He snorted. "I had found a way to bind your magic so that it could only be used when I wanted it to be."

The thought horrified her.

"It's still better than what my father has planned for you." Lex eyed her seriously.

"And what would that be?" She dared him to show her something worse than having her powers restricted for only his use.

"He and his Circle plan on draining your powers and stealing them for themselves," Lex replied easily.

Chloe's eyes widened in horror. "What?"

"You can take a witch's magic away and while they'll always feel as if they're not whole, they'll survive." His gaze studied her face determinedly. "That won't work the same way for a Balcoin because what my father wants isn't your Circle magic, it's your Dark Magic – and that's just as much a part of you as your soul."

Chloe tightened her fists, refusing to let them begin to tremble. "How do I know you're not just scaring me into trusting you?"

"Ask your father, ask Gabe, if what I said is possible. He'll tell you it is." Lex tilted his head as he watched her. "And if he knows my father and what he's capable of, he knows that that would be my father's course of action."

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"Have you heard the news?"

Whitney looked up from where he'd been sitting out back, throwing a pigskin into the air, catching it languidly. "What news?"

Clark hesitated a second before sighing and going to sit down next to him on the fold out chair. "Apparently Lex Luthor is going to rebuild the school."

"He's really leaving this whole town indebted to him, huh?" Whitney sneered, shaking his head as he threw the football up in the air once more before catching it with ease. "I have a really bad feeling about this whole situation."

"Maybe it'll end up helping somehow." Clark was, as ever, an optimist. "I know that things seem to be really crappy right now, but they did help Chloe when those guys attacked her."

"That's going to come back and bite us in the butt somehow," Whitney warned, turning his blue orbs on the taller boy. "We lost a good number of men from Smallville in that fight and the women aren't buying this whole mass exodus story that's being spread. They have to know that something is being kept hidden, especially if they knew their husbands had magic."

"You think they're going to figure out it was us?" Clark gulped.

"I'm thinking," Whitney let out a hard sigh, "that soon it mightn't be safe for us here anymore."

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"So what are you proposing then?" Chloe finally asked, no longer sitting at the table. Instead she was standing with her back to the man still seated, green orbs observing the exotic flower vines crawling up the glass walls of the sunroom.

"Other than you picking my Circle?" he asked with dark amusement. She heard him stand, his chair pushing away from the table. "I am proposing that we work together as a team, that we get you through the Trials." There was a pause. "Who knows, you might enjoy working with my Circle."

Oh she doubted that. In the back of her mind, the fact that they only wanted her because she was a possession for them, a metaphoric crystal, would always be there.

"I wish us to be allies for now," he declared, closer behind her. "I will teach you all that you need to know and in return-"

"In return what?" She turned around to face him, gulping at the determination in his face. "What do you expect in return for helping me survive the Trials? My agreement to join your Circle?"

"No." He shook his hands, hands shucked into the pockets of his designer pants. "In return for our unconditional help, I want full and unlimited access to the study and research of your ability to enthrall witches."

That was not what she'd been expecting. "What?"

"I just want to learn more about it, and let's be honest, you need to as well." His eyebrow rose. "Or do you want to be unable to control when you enthrall someone?"

Oh, he was good. "So in return for your Circle's help – you want my complete cooperation when it comes to studying my ability to enthrall someone." She summed that up slowly, eyeing him. "What else?"

"That's it," he promised.

She didn't believe him.

It must have shown because his lips curled in a smirk, the man slipped forwards and reached out his hand towards her. "That's it."

The girl eyed his hand, worrying her bottom lip before slowly placing her hand in his.

Magic erupted from their clasped hands like an explosion rippling outwards, and yet both held on tighter, the Balcoin symbols on her palms tingling as she realized she'd just cemented a deal.

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Davis felt the magic ripple through him and he groaned as he brought his hand to his chest and buckled over.

Jason leaned hard against the wall, letting out a harsh breath as he raised his hazel gaze to the ceiling. "The fuck?"

"You felt that too?" Davis whispered, voice hoarse.

"Depends. You feel like you've been kicked in the gut by a pissed off donkey?" Jason quipped despite the pain.

"That about sums it up." Davis' dark eyes scanned the room before the pain finally began to fade away. "That – That's similar to the feeling I got when-" He then stopped, eyes widening.

"When what?" Jason made a face at his friend.

Davis straightened, paler than usual. "When the Firstborn first enthralled you."

Jason's eyes widened as he pushed from the wall. "Why would-?" And then his eyes narrowed as he stormed to where his jacket was, pulling it on. "That damned-!"

"Lex-" Davis began.

"He's fine," Jason snarled, interrupting, shaking his head as he stalked towards the door. "He's got everything planned, like always."

"Jason, I don't think he's been enthralled. I said it was similar to when you were enthralled, but that wasn't the same feeling." Davis caught up to his friend before he could race out. "This is something else."

"What else could be happening between those two all alone in that mansion?" And then a muscle jumped in Jason's cheek and he crossed over the threshold and slammed the door shut behind him.

Davis narrowed his eyes at Jason and his uncharacteristic actions. Lex was sure the enthrallment was gone from him and Davis had to admit that he believed so himself, and yet Jason wasn't acting his usual self. Sure, he was always a little more... charismatic... than the rest of them, but he was also the nice guy, the sweet guy, the level-headed one who was faithful to Lex.

It made Davis wonder if there was something more to this Firstborn.

What if the enthrallment wasn't exactly everything?

What if Jason was actually starting to develop feelings for her?

That worried Davis greatly, and he picked up his phone and dialed Lex.

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"Are you sure you're okay?" Whitney was on the phone with Chloe, some power having come over him like a hit to the gut moments before. "Then what the hell just happened and why is my star itching like a-?" He frowned, pacing the floor, listening to her. "You can't be serious. You should have thought things through a little more don't you think?" He made a little guttural sound. "Because it's Luthor!"

Clark eyed Whitney with worry and a little shame, because this used to be him and he'd let things become the way they were now. And then he'd been resentful of Whitney for something that wasn't Whitney's fault. He could see that now and it was why he was on a mission to make amends.

"Fine." Whitney kicked at a pebble on the ground. "If they lock you into some sort of slave agreement don't come crying to me." He narrowed his eyes. "No, I won't. I won't." A muscle jumped in his cheek. "Because you'd deserve it, that's why! I thought you were supposed to be the level-headed one!" He scratched at his palm before letting out a heavy sigh. "I know." He closed his eyes and nodded. "Fine." He looked annoyed at whatever he'd just agreed to. "With Clark. We're throwing a pigskin around." His gaze went to his watch and then he snorted. "Yeah, yeah, answer her call. See you later." He hung up and turned to Clark. "How could you be best friends with that woman for so many years without going insane?"

"What's she done this time?" Clark asked, almost a little amused at the put-upon look on Whitney's face.

"She's gone and made a deal with Luthor." Whitney threw himself back down, grumbling. "I'm not happy."

"Me neither."

Whitney chuckled a little darkly. "Finally, something we can agree on."

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"I'm fine Diana, really I am." Fingers trailing over one of the more exotic looking flowers, Chloe sent Lex a little look where he was on the phone with someone who was apparently annoyed with him for some reason, the bald billionaire telling this person to stay away from the mansion as he had an appointment and didn't want to see him until it was over. "I'll explain things when I see you later."

"Are you sure?" Diana pushed, and to be honest, it surprised Chloe that the girl cared this much. Sure, they were sisters, but they were still relative strangers to each other.

That wasn't to say that Chloe didn't feel a bond towards Diana, because she did. It was surprising because it was so strong. A part of Chloe wondered if it was because they were Balcoins and Balcoins seemed to stick together... Maybe it was because she was the Firstborn... She didn't know, but despite only having known her sister for a little amount of time, she'd quickly grown to care for her and knew that Diana felt the same.

"I'm fine. How are the preparations going?"

There was a pause before Diana sighed. "We have a theme."

"What's the theme?" Chloe blinked, intrigued.

Diana grumbled out the answer. "Avengers."

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"I know," the brunette complained in a whiny little voice. "But try telling Greg that."

"This might work though," Chloe admitted, swallowing down her desire to laugh. "The whole idea for this was to lighten the mood. Ironman might do that."

"At least I snuck in Loki."

Chloe smiled. "You are my sister."

Diana gave a soft chuckle. "You sure you're okay?"

"I promise." The blonde nodded. "I'll see you guys in a bit, okay?"

"Okay." And with that Diana hung up.

Lex ended his call, obviously a bit annoyed with whomever he'd been talking to as he turned to face Chloe. "Where were we before our cells rung simultaneously?"

"Deciding our next move." She slipped back into her seat, eyeing him as she reached for her glass. "My mother wants me to enthrall you and Jason and anyone else who might pose something of a threat, and that sounds like something John would have wanted me to do as well." She took a sip of the drink before returning the glass to the table. "Thing is, I don't like the idea of kissing guys left, right and center and then having an army of infatuated zombies all around me. It doesn't sound like fun."

"My sister wouldn't agree with that." Lex chuckled darkly. "It's right up her alley."

"Well, I'm not your sister," she pointed out a little harshly before sighing. "And I have enough to worry about now without adding zombie love to my plate."

"They're thralls, not zombies," he corrected.

"Other than the need to taste flesh, aren't they the same thing?" she challenged.

There was a pause and then he smirked. "I don't know. They'd want to taste your flesh, too."

For a moment she didn't get it, and then she did, feeling the blush trail down her neck to her chest as she glared at him. "That's not what I – You know what? Forget it. You're not going to unbalance me." She finished the glass in one long gulp before resting the glass on the table once more. "If my mother tries to attack you after I tell her about our agreement, you can't kill her. I might need her."

"That's very cold, considering she's your mother," he observed.

"She left, and while she might have had good reasons to, it doesn't nullify the fact that I grew up without a mother and we don't have any sort of relationship whatsoever." Chloe knew she was being cold, but really didn't care. She had more important things to deal with right now. "Do you know anything about the Balcoin Trials?"

"I'm not a savant on the topic, but I believe that between your mother's knowledge and my own, we should be able to flesh out a somewhat accurate idea of what we should expect." He eyed her thoughtfully. "There should be a formal invitation to the event though, especially since you passed the entrance exam. You'll probably be given a few days to relax and recuperate from the ordeal because you'll need your strength."

"That night – Why were you and Jason in Miller's Field?" she finally asked, wanting to know.

"To be perfectly honest, we were there because that's where your Circle passed my test. We wanted to get a feel of the land, the residual power in the ground, let the ash tell its tale." He shrugged. "And then things got fun and we decided to join in."

"Fun." That word just seemed so wrong. "Is this fun for you, Lex?"

"Not fun." There was a pensive expression in his blue orbs. "Highly educational, maybe."

"Talking about education..." The blonde raised an eyebrow. "When would you like to begin our tests?"

"As soon as you're comfortable enough to kiss me," he replied pointblank.

"What?" She gawked; there was no other way to describe it. "Why?"

"Because I have already documented all I can from a third party perspective and to truly be able to understand the enthrallment, I need to experience it myself. I've been told your kiss gives a high that's better than Devil's Spirit and, to be honest, I find that hard to believe and want to experience the effects of the enthrallment for myself." Lex eyed her curiously. "It will only be once, for science."

"A scientific witch." There was something funny about that, the blonde chuckled softly, unable to look him in the eyes any longer.

"I believe that if you master the sciences and the craft then you have already mastered much of the world, if not most of it," Lex declared serenely.

"You're the World Domination type, aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not." He sneered. "That would be too tedious a job. There are too many idiots in this world and I have no desire to be their king."

Well, he had a point there.

"I'm not kissing you tonight." She didn't know why she went back to that topic, unable to keep the whole situation out of her head. "But when I do, it will only be once and only for science."

"That's all I want or expect," he replied with a slight shrug.

"Good." She nodded, clearing her throat loudly as she reached for the pitcher filled with drink, pouring herself some more, her throat suddenly parched.

3rd-May-2013 05:25 am (UTC)
verbal judo... i so love them together... i hope lex gets really really high after that kiss.... ;)
and when will chloe and davis meet again? i remember there was some spark, right?
5th-May-2013 10:56 pm (UTC)
The kiss....can't comment on what will happen.
I'm not so sure, but most probably they will.
3rd-May-2013 05:25 am (UTC)
Yet another fantastic update hon! I love where this is going. Refresh my memory, but Davis has only seen Chloe in Gabe's office setting up the vid link, right? He hasn't connected that girl with the Firstborn? I wonder what will happen when he does? Hmmmmm.... ;P

Great choppy!

Virtual cookies, coming your way!
5th-May-2013 10:57 pm (UTC)
Yes he's only seen her that once and doesn't realize that she's actually the Firstborn that Lex and Jason keep telling him about :)
3rd-May-2013 07:52 pm (UTC)
Well I never say no to chlex verbal judo!!!
It's interesting to see the connection that Davis has though Jason. I wonder if Tess and Oliver feel it and what will happen if Chloe manages to enthrall Lex.

Can't wait for more!!
5th-May-2013 10:57 pm (UTC)
They probably felt something but probably not as strong all things considering.
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