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.
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"What's the chance of this being a coincidence? The timing I mean?" Moira wanted to know, arms folded over her chest as she eyed them.
"Very low." Lex's gaze was on the shadows outside the window of his study. "If it wasn't for the fact that my father is still calling to yell at me about my incompetence, I'd think he was onto me and punishing me by attacking my Circle and showing me just how "powerless" they are."
"So you think some other Circle knows what you're up to and are trying to-what?" Gabe made a face from where he sat, arms folded in front of him. "What could they possibly get out of this?"
"That's what we're still not sure about." Jason let out a sigh as he leaned against the wall. "All we know is that whoever is doing this isn't afraid of us. If anything they're taunting us. They want us to know what's going on and that they're coming for us."
Moira's gaze went to the coffee table where the male and female ring fingers were in a transparent container on ice. "Why are they keeping them alive?"
"You can't be sure they are," Gabe reminded her.
"They're alive. Otherwise it would be their heads they'd be sending." Moira was sure of this. She stood, gaze going around the room, annoyed with it and the Luthors in general. Only pretentious people would have suits of armor and weapons on the walls and other priceless antiques like this where anyone could grab them; they felt so safe, obviously not considering anyone a true threat. "What I really want to know is why we should care what happens to your Circle? If you ask me, the destruction of any Luthor Circle is the best thing that could happen to my daughter."
Gabe was silent but obviously in agreement.
A muscle jumped in Jason's cheek. "I don't think you get that if something happens to our Circle our parents are gonna take Chloe and that is not in her best interest. Not when they only see her as a weapon they can use."
"And you see her differently?" Moira mocked, knowing all about the kisses this boy had shared with her daughter thanks to sisterly talks and thin walls. "Are you in love with her?"
Jason's eyes widened before he looked away. "Of course not." His hazels returned to her darkly. "But I'd treat her a hell of a lot better than my parents would, especially my mother." His gaze went to Lex's back. "As would Lex compared to Lionel."
"That's not much, isn't it? "Compared to" just makes me think she should choose the lesser evil – which still leaves her in the clutches of evil, lesser or not." Gabe eyed them all calmly. "So why should we help you?"
"Because, for now, Chloe and I are of an agreement," Lex finally turned to look at them, face severe. "And if we're to help her through her Trials, and should there be need for a fight, we'd be more use to her as a full Circle than as a broken trio."
Moira's gaze went to his palm, to where the winged snake tattoo just like hers was. She hated the fact that he and Jason Teague were a part of the Trials, hated the fact that she couldn't just kill him without endangering her daughter's chances of passing them. Lex and Jason were there that night by predestination, that's how it was with the Trials, and if so, they were there because Chloe would need them both during at least one part of her Trials.
She opened her mouth to tell him that she was not one of his employees and the only reason she was doing this was because of Chloe when suddenly movement by the door caused her to look over. Her blues widened when she saw Chloe standing in the doorway, eyeing them all in silence, seeming so small next to the suit of armor next to the door. "Chloe?"
Everyone turned to look at her, surprised.
"I didn't hear you drive up honey." Gabe's eyes widened.
"She didn't drive in." Lex tilted his head slightly as he eyed her, blues narrowed somewhat.
Chloe stood there in silence, just watching them, as if deciding on something.
"Did something happen?" Jason wanted to know, taking a couple of steps towards her.
The only answer the blonde gave was to grab the sword from the suit of armor, removing it from its sheathe and holding it in front of her.
Jason stopped his movement, hazels widening slightly as he raised his hand. "Chloe? What are you-?"
"Chloe, what-?" Gabe stood rapidly.
Gaze going to her father, the teenager grabbed the sword by its blade and flung it at the shocked and horrified man.
Moira hissed as she threw herself in front of Gabe and held her hands out, stopping the blade before it could pierce them both. "What are you-?"
But Chloe wasn't in the doorway anymore, having seemingly disappeared when everyone's gazes had followed the sword.
The sword clattered to the ground.
Moira's gaze went to where Chloe was now between Lex and Jason, eyeing them thoughtfully.
"The hell is wrong with you?" Jason snapped at the girl. "That's your father! You-!"
Chloe eyed him, swung her gaze in the opposite direction towards a wary Lex, and then she threw her hands outwards facing them, an eruption of black sending Jason flying out of the room and into something loudly and Lex flying out the window.
"Chloe?" Gabe whispered.
Her green gaze turned towards them.
Moira held one hand out in front of Gabe to keep him from going to the girl. "That's not Chloe."
"What do you mean-? That is Chloe!" Gabe snapped at Moira.
"Look at her eyes, Gabe." Moira's hand turned to a clawed paw as she continued to keep her arm in front of him, blocking his path. "Really look at them."
"What are you-?" And then he went silent, obviously seeing what she had.
Those eyes were blank and dull, no bit of life or awareness in them.
Chloe continued eyeing them before turning and walking out of the room through the broken window frame, stepping out into the night.
Moira felt a cold chill run down her spine.
"What happened to her?" Gabe whispered.
"I don't know." She moved towards the door, watching the blonde kick Lex, who was trying to get up, sending him flying far. "But I think Luthor's in deep shit right about now."
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Lex got to his feet, hand to his hurting ribs as he kept the girl in his full vision. She was walking easily towards him as if she hadn't sent him through a window and then kicked him as he was trying to get up. He didn't understand what was going on. He knew the girl a little, that was true, but what he did know made him realize that she wouldn't willingly do something like this. Especially not when they were (however briefly) allies. It made him sharp, aware, eyeing the girl and watching her every move. He noticed the dullness in her eyes, the stiff way she held herself and the slight (almost unnoticeable) twitches she'd give now and again. It was almost robotic.
For a moment he believed she'd been bewitched, but he quickly discarded that idea. Sure, witches could bespell each other to force them to do things, but they were always conscious and aware of what they were doing, just unable to stop themselves no matter how hard they tried, able to verbally convey this to others. The only sort of enchantment a witch could do to the other where the other person wasn't conscious of the fact that what they were doing was against their own will was the Balcoin Enthrallment – which was what made it so desirable because the one under the spell truly thought that they were the ones who wanted to do whatever it was they were doing and would go to any length to "please" their enthraller.
Chloe's actions were different though.
It was almost as if she were sleepwalking – or a puppet whose strings someone else was controlling.
And whoever was controlling her at this moment wanted him dead.
He couldn't help but wonder if the person behind this was also behind the kidnapping and obvious torture Tess and Oliver were going through.
"Chloe, I doubt you're the type to let anyone else control you and tell you what to do." Lex figured that deep down inside, some part of her subconscious was registering what was happening. "Fight this before I have to kill you."
Because Firstborn or not, he wasn't going to just let her kill him; he was going to live.
Chloe stopped walking at him, that twitch returning for a second before her lips curved in a wicked smile, the blacks of her eyes growing and expanding slightly. It was the only warning he had before that cloud of black rippled out of her and sent him flying back into a tree, forcing the breath from his lungs. She followed him off of the path and into the garden.
Lex raised his hand and whispered an incantation, vines raising from the ground at her feet and wrapping around her like chains, keeping her in place.
Chloe struggled against their hold almost curiously before her eyes flashed and the vines began to wither, the girl shrugging off their hold ridiculously easily as she took another step towards him.
Lex hissed as he pushed away from the tree, the curse she'd sent his way slicing through the wood in half causing the top of the tree to come crumbling down. The ground trembled as it made contact, but the witch didn't notice as he sent a hissed curse in her direction, fire encircling the girl and forcing her to stay where she was... until she backed off a little and jumped through the flames, yanking off her jacket as it caught on fire.
The hell was going on?
Jason appeared out of the shadows and tackled her to the ground, pinning her to the grass under his weight. "Calm the fuck down!"
She struggled under him for a second before... kneeing him in the balls.
With a choked cry Jason collapsed on the ground next to her.
With one fluid movement, Chloe had their positions reversed, the blonde straddling Jason's curled up body, bringing her lips to his and kissing him deeply.
Lex's eyes widened as he realized what she was doing, taking a couple of steps towards them despite knowing he was too late.
...Chloe pulled her lips from Jason's face visibly disturbed as she gazed down at him. She didn't even seem to pay Lex any mind as she swooped back down to kiss Jason, who reached up and slipped his hands into her hair, pulling her closer, seeming to have forgotten about his agony as he kissed back.
Moira and Gabe finally arrived, both seeming quite unhappy with what they were seeing.
Chloe yanked herself back and away from Jason, stumbling backwards, eyes wide, face flushed and confusion obvious in her every feature.
Jason leaned up on his elbows. "So that goes to prove that she's not doing this. Even if you're using her body you can't enthrall me, it's something only she could do. It's an ability unique to her, not her body." His eyes narrowed on her. "So who are you?"
Her face went dark with anger, hands twitching maniacally.
"Chloe, you're obviously somewhat aware of what's going on." Lex tried getting through to the girl. "You're going to have to fight this and prove you're stronger than whatever is doing this to you. Get back the control of your own body."
Her head twitched slightly before she rolled her head and sneered.
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His star was itching like crazy, so much so that he'd had to pull over and let Diana drive because it was so distracting. His whole right arm was beginning to hurt, to ache, Whitney looking out of the window as he held onto his arm, wincing through the pain. Behind him he could hear the cars of the others following behind, Greg's motorcycle having overtaken them when they'd stopped to swap drivers. The blonde was sitting between Diana and Adam, who had somehow slipped into the truck before they'd taken off.
"Are you okay?" Adam asked worriedly, eyeing Whitney.
"I've never felt anything like this before." Whitney's voice was a harsh groan, a spike of pain rushing through his whole arm. "Whatever's going on with her is not good."
Diana pressed down even harder on the gas, overtaking Greg on the road leading to the Luthor Manor. "It's right ahead. We'll be there in five minutes at the most."
"What exactly do you guys plan on doing when you get there?" Adam wanted to know. "We went against her when it was only her magic involved. But that's Francis Balcoin's magic that's taken over here. That combined with her own – I don't think there's anything you guys can really do."
"We'll get through to her somehow." Diana wouldn't look away from the road, her body tense. "You got through to her when she was going to kill Cassie."
"Yes, but the new magic hadn't taken over at that point." Adam had a point there. "Also, if she's going to kill the Luthor Circle guys here – I'm not pro-killing or anything but wouldn't that be best considering that they're the ones that own her?"
"It's not just that." Whitney groaned when a new spike of pain caused him to clench his fist tightly. "If we don't get to her now, help her retake control, it might be too late. It might take permanent control and basically make her the new Francis Balcoin."
Diana tightened her grip on the steering wheel. "We're here." With that she checked the review mirror before slamming down on the brakes, coming close to ramming into the cars there.
Whitney and Adam barely kept from hitting the windshield, the blonde groaning as Adam opened the door and the two stumbled out. "You are never driving my truck again!" And then he cried, nearly dropping to the ground when another spike of pain, worse and worse each time, seared his arm.
Diana didn't stop, instead racing around the Manor where electricity seemed to be sparking in the air.
"Are you okay?" Adam asked Whitney.
"Yeah." He nodded, trying to catch his breath. "Go with her."
Adam didn't need to be told twice, racing after Diana.
Greg got off his motorcycle and hurried towards him as Cassie's Circle and Clark hurried after Diana and Adam. "What's wrong, man?"
"I'm fine." And then the pain finally drove him to his knees.
Greg groaned before reaching down and flinging Whitney's good arm around his shoulder, pulling them both up as he began to help the two of them slowly towards the back.
"You mention this ever-" Whitney began.
Greg snorted. "Dude, save your breath and be prepared for my imminent blackmail."
Whitney groaned, yet there was a slight chuckle through his pain as they hurried their pace somewhat.
When they finally made it around to the back, they found everyone in the garden.
Lex and Jason were pinned against different statues, black shadows coiling around them like electric snakes, electrical charges seeming to erupt from Chloe and surge into them at irregular intervals, obviously she wasn't aiming to kill them... yet... enjoying hurting them first.
Moira and Gabe stood there, not trying to help, just watching.
"Chloe, come on." Diana took a step towards her despite Cassie telling her to stay back with the others. "You don't want to do this. You need to get control. This is Francis Balcoin, not you."
Chloe's greens were hardly visible, the black of her eyes having taken over most of her orbs as she turned them on Diana.
"Come on Chloe," Diana pleaded. "Get control."
"Or what?" Chloe's voice was raspy, almost as if she hadn't spoken in a million years and her vocal cords were damaged, rusty. "You'll kill me like you did your father?"
Diana's eyes widened.
"You never told her that, just that you were involved. You never came out and said you and your little sister killed your father and then gave me to that weak little bitch-boy to do away with." It was obvious that the one talking was Francis Balcoin and not Chloe. "You're just like the dirt that turned on me, that killed me and forced my essence to be prisoner in that crystal for all these years." She took a step towards Diana. "You're filth."
"Stay away from her!" Cassie hurried forwards to stand next to Diana, holding her Balcoin scarred hand outwards towards Chloe.
Chloe didn't speak anymore, a smirk curling her lips, the blacks of her eyes expanding even further and suddenly both Diana and Cassie were lifted viciously into the air, both girls grabbing at their throats and crying out, gasping for air.
Jake, Melissa and Adam hurried forwards to help their friends but a wave of darkness exploded from Chloe and drove them to the ground, forcing them face down into the grass, unable to move.
Faye, who hadn't moved, just gulped. But she also looked fascinated, if not a little scared.
"Chloe." Clark got her to turn towards him. "You've got to fight it. Remember when we were younger and Jackie Dunbar purposely scared the horse you were on so you'd fall? Remember you were hurt and scared and angry? Remember how Pete and I wanted to get back at Jackie somehow?"
Chloe tilted her head as she eyed Clark near curiously.
"You told us not to because karma was a bitch and would get her without you having to do anything." Clark came a little closer. "You said you wouldn't dirty yourself by hurting her. Even though she could have gotten you seriously hurt. Do you remember that? This isn't you, okay? Just-just fight it."
Chloe's head twitched, her expression pained for a second as agony raced down Whitney's arm, and then the pain was gone and so was her expression, the blonde taking menacing steps towards Clark.
He wasn't backing down. "I know you're in there, Chloe. You need to take back control."
Chloe twitched again, her back to Whitney, whose arm felt on fire with pain once more.
And that was when he realized that the pain he felt wasn't the power overtaking her, it was every time Chloe tried to regain back control. It was in those twitches, that was when she'd feel the searing pain and so would he. She was fighting. She was. But it was as if she was under some sort of sleeping spell and needed to wake up.
Clark suddenly collapsed to his knees, crying out in pain as he grabbed at his head, tears of blood beginning to seep from his eyes.
Whitney's eyes widened and he turned to Greg. "I need you to keep her attention off of me."
"Can you stand?" the brunet asked and when Whitney nodded, he let go, cracking his scarred knuckles with a cheeky grin as he began walking towards Chloe. "Now, you see, this is fun!"
Chloe turned her attention off of Clark and onto Greg, eyebrow raised slightly.
"You know, I get why you're doing this," Greg announced, eyeing Lex and Jason with little interest before returning his dark orbs to her. "Do unto others as they've done unto you, I say." He put his hands into his jacket's pocket and approached slightly. "I know where the Thoreaux is, you know. She's not here. She's on the road." He smirked. "But if I helped you, I'd want something for it."
Chloe's back was fully to Whitney as he crept towards her as silently as he could, no pain to be felt. A part of him was relieved and yet the other worried because that pain meant Chloe was still fighting. If there wasn't any pain it meant she wasn't fighting anymore.
"Witch Hunters killed my dad." Greg pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket. "I want revenge... which is why I get what you're doing." He lit the cigarette and breathed in the smoke before letting it out through his nostrils. "Also, I wouldn't just kill these two because the body you're inhabiting is owned by the Luthor Circle, so you should probably hunt down the others in this Circle, give them a good shank, and then their parents as well while you're at it."
Chloe tilted her head to the side as she observed him.
"Chloe..." Diana whispered, choked, obviously about to pass out. "Please."
Chloe turned her gaze towards Diana, almost curious. "Please what? You betrayed her at the first chance you got and spilled your guts to everyone. Why should she cared if I rip your throat out?"
Pain spiked in Whitney's arm, filling him with overwhelming relief. Chloe was still in there, still trying to fight.
"I was-," Diana struggled for enough breath to talk. "I didn't want Cassie to re-re-sent her more, for her to see that there was more to the story than her own suffering. I'm trying-to protect Chloe-the only way I can!"
Cassie, while completely red in the face from lack of oxygen, looked stricken.
A strong wave of agony rushing through Whitney as Chloe's face visibly winced in pain, the blonde grabbing her head and crying out. Diana's body dropped, the brunette gasping greedily for breath on the ground as she was released from the hold of the spell.
Whitney finally reached behind Chloe, using the distraction as she held her head and cried. He grabbed the girl and yanked her around to face him. "Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty." And like that one day so many months ago, Whitney pulled the girl to him and kissed her.
The body against him was shocked still for a second, and then (most probably when she'd realized that he was pushing a little bit of his magic into her as he had that first kiss, trying to incite a reaction) the girl began slamming her fists into his chest. But Whitney held on, even as he felt a spark of her magic clasp onto his and agony raced through his whole body through their connection. He pulled onto her tighter, knowing he was probably hurting her too but it was all he could do to try and withstand the pain as he continued to kiss her, feeling her magic drawing out slowly like a leak from a dam it'd been caged up behind, and then that leak became a spring and then...
...Something exploded like a bomb, working outwards before covering everyone and then rushing back inside of Chloe like an implosion.
The pain disappeared, Chloe going limp in his arms and Whitney wasn't strong enough to hold her, falling down as well. The two of them lay side by side on the grass and suddenly there was a rumble above them as it began to rain down glowing rain drops, falling on those behind the Luthor Manor.
Chloe's body slowly turned, her head resting on Whitney's arm as she finally spoke, voice tired and pained. "What... are we doing... lying on the grass in the rain?"
Whitney turned his head towards her, letting out a little chuckle that hurt his body all over. "So you don't remember anything?"
"My body hurts and my mind's foggy." She tried to lift her head when she heard the groans all around her but couldn't, wincing and resting her head back down against Whitney's arm. "I did something I'm going to have to apologize for, didn't I?"
Despite it all he laughed, shaking his head as he reached his free hand over to sweep locks of wet hair from her face – pausing when he realized something. "What the?"
The six point star with the winged serpent around it was gone. Instead it was replaced by a new design. It was a Hamsa, but instead of an eye in the middle of the hand the Balcoin symbol was displayed proudly.
Whitney's eyes widened, something Scales' had said sinking in. "I've made Hand."
"Huh?" Chloe eyed him in confusion before grabbing his hand and turning it slightly so she could see the design. "What-?"
And then Whitney noticed her own star had changed into a star heptagon, a winged serpent within the design itself. But what really got his attention was that the uppermost right point touched a miniature of the Hamsa on his palm. "This was a test." Both for her and him. "She even gave me a clue and I didn't get it."
Hadn't Scales said she hoped he made Hand?
Whitney laid back down his head and laughed despite the pain.
He could feel Chloe's confused gaze on him. "Whitney? Are you okay?"
He just continued laughing, which was just as well given the fact that it was around that moment that Moira, Gabe, Diana, Clark and Greg made it to them and pulled the two up.