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The New Circle 50A/? 
19th-Jun-2013 08:16 pm
The Secret Circle Part Three smaller

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 Balcoin book of shadows was surprisingly small considering it was supposed to hold knowledge and spells of many generations, but other than to place it on a special shelf on the bookcase next to Diana's much larger Meade book of shadows, Chloe didn't pay the book any mind. She wasn't ready to open it and find what was inside, instead concentrating on the three teenagers sitting on the dry cave floor, candles lit around them to cover the musty scent within.

Things had been so rocky for so long and yet here they were, acting as if nothing had happened.

Greg was laughing at something Diana was saying as if a little while ago he hadn't been pushing for the brunette to go back to Chance Harbor.

Diana was laughing as well, as if she'd forgotten the days she'd been ostracized due to the doubt she'd faced.

Whitney rolled his eyes at them and yet there was laughter in his blue eyes.

Chloe stared at those three and realized with a shock that this was her family.

This was her Circle.

There was no way she could keep denying it anymore, not when the truth was staring in her face so obviously.

This was her Circle.

They were her Circle.

"Share the good news with us." Diana grinned brightly in her direction. "You seem to be miles away and enjoying yourself fully."

"Yeah, share with the class." Greg smirked.

"It's nothing." Chloe pulled a strand of blonde hair out of her face as she smiled at the others, suddenly feeling shy.

"Aw, come on." Whitney reached out and gave her arm a little pat. "Spill."

Chloe smiled at him, at them, and then licked her lips. "It's nothing really. I was just thinking that I love you guys."

Silence filled the room.

Chloe hurried to continue, clearing her throat. "Don't get any weird ideas or anything, but, you're family to me now. All of you." She stared at her nails, feeling quite embarrassed. "I just, it's – you guys mean a lot to me and I'm sorry it's taken me this long to admit it. To admit that while I don't want to ever be bound or limit anyone's abilities... that I still consider you my Circle."

There was silence as the three just looked at her in shock.

Chloe cleared her throat and looked away, not used to letting herself be this emotionally open and vulnerable.

Greg stood and came towards her before sitting on the floor right in front of her, his scarred hand held out between them.

Chloe gazed at it for a second before raising her gaze curiously to his face.

"I wanna do it." Greg wiggled his fingers. "I know you and Whitney did this binding-that-wasn't-a-binding thing. I want to do it too." He flashed her a grin. "It's not really binding, but it's an oath, right? It's just as meaningful, right? Your magics accept it as valid." He kept his hand between them. "It'll be our own special kind of binding for our own new type of Circle." His grin grew. "What do you say to that, Miss Balcoin?"

Chloe eyed his hand thoughtfully before her lips tilted and she reached out so that they were clasping the other's forearm, waiting for his brown orbs to meet hers intently before speaking. "By this blood oath I decree, sisterhood and fidelity. Should I renege on this decree, agony will forever accompany me."

For the first time since she'd known him, Greg was truly serious as he repeated her words. "By this blood oath I decree, brotherhood and fidelity. Should I renege on this decree, agony will forever accompany me."

Browns 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 intent as the Balcoin symbol burned into the fleshy bit of Greg's palm under his thumb. A quick glance to their arm proved that there was a small vertical line on his elbow that matched Whitney's, while on Chloe's another line intersected the first, forming a small cross on her elbow.

Greg grinned, eyeing the symbol on his palm. "I'm finally a card carrying member."

Chloe could feel the confusion in her magic, could feel the magic around Whitney's Hamsa reacting similarly, and Chloe figured that this was due to what her father had said before. Balcoins usually only ever bound Circles with those who were blood related to them, and the only one not related who could be bound would be a spouse. Her magic had assumed that since Whitney wasn't related that he was the husband and now that Greg had been bound it was confused and trying to understand the new dynamics.

Whitney began rubbing his Hamsa with a hiss.

Diana eyed him in worry. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He nodded, rubbing the design harder. "I think."

Greg rubbed his Balcoin symbol as well, obviously being affected. "Itches like a motherfucker!"

"It's got to be because the two of you aren't blood." Diana realized what Chloe had, eyes wide in fascination. "The binding magic has got to be confused and is trying to figure out why she's bound two guys who aren't kin."

Chloe felt the shock seconds before it happened, lights flashing before Greg and Whitney both disappeared.

The girls remained where they were, eyes wide.

"What just happened?" Diana whispered.

"I-have no idea," Chloe whispered back, looking around her, standing up.

"Where are they?" Diana rose to her feet, hugging herself. "Is this Trial related? Or is it because you bound two guys who weren't Balcoin blood?"

Chloe finally turned her terrified gaze to her sister. "I don't know, but either way it can't be good."

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"Dude." Greg looked all around him, orb up high, giving them some light. "Where the hell are we?"

"My first guess would be somewhere deep in the Balcoin Caves, a part we haven't explored yet." Whitney eyed the room critically. "Who knows just how far these caves actually go?"

"I do," a voice declared and both boys turned to see Chloe emerging from the darkness. "It would blow your minds just how far these caves go."

Whitney folded his arms over his chest. "Hello, Scales."

"Why is it that neither of you look surprised that it's me and not her?" Scales pouted, eyes blinking to reveal their reptile orbs. "Even Bug Boy knew it was me."

"One, don't call me Bug Boy." Greg counted on his fingers. "Two… I don't know how I know."

"It's because we're bound, I think." Whitney didn't take his gaze off of Scales. "You feel like Chloe but a little off, a little raw."

"I wouldn't describe it as that but yeah, I guess." Greg nodded, going closer. "So you're the reason we've been transported to only the gods know where in the caves?"

"Well, no." Scales shook her head. "Why does everyone always suspect me?" She was pouting as she drew nearer. "Every time I appear, I try to help you or her. So seriously, I should be getting a little more trust by now."

"No offense, sweetie, but you're a snake," Greg reminded. "Hard to trust one."

"And yet you trust Chloe." Scales' forked tongue slithered out. "The Queen Snake." She eyed them. "You trust her enough to get into a blood oath with her, which is why we're here in the first place. So if you want anyone to blame, blame yourselves."

"What, this is because I became a card carrying member?" Greg gazed down at his Balcoin symbol.

"Yes and no." Scales made a face. "It's only a big deal because he beat you to the punch." She pointed to Whitney accusingly. "You must have gotten by now that Francis Balcoin was not only a wet blanket, but a complete control freak. It's why he created these Trials, so he could have some measure of control over the future Circle even after he was dead." She rolled her eyes. "He felt that the Balcoins could only be strong if their Circles, most especially their Matriarch/Patriarch Circle, only contained Balcoins. He felt that the only exception to the rule would be the spouse of the head of the Circle and only if they were worthy of being in the Circle." She eyed the two boys. "In the past, the Balcoins have either never bound their Circles, like John, or only did so with their blood and spouse." She raised an eyebrow. "From the get go, Chloe has been going against what are considered rules set in stone. You two are her latest rebellion against Francis Balcoin's 'Rules To Live By'."

"So what exactly is this then?" Greg wanted to know. "Are we getting a slap on our wrists for being bad children and breaking the rules?"

"Francis Balcoin was one to break wrists, not slap them." Scales rolled her eyes. "Even now, he's still hollering around about purity and power and superiority and what should be done." Annoyance was obvious in her. "We've managed to keep a hold of him, remind him that he was the one absorbed, but there's still some of him around. She hasn't fully absorbed his and John's magic completely; made them one. There are still tiny bits of their essence free and it is affecting her greatly. Their presence is affecting her in ways she can't understand, but it's showing in the way she'd edgier, quicker to snap." Scales grinned. "Though her slamming Nell into the walls and then throwing the annoying woman into the garbage was highly satisfying. She really had it coming."

"She did what?" Whitney blinked.

"Oh, she didn't tell you?" Scales asked curiously. "Before she met you three at the Beanery she was accosted by Nell, who dragged her into the alley, tried ordering her about, and then used her magic against Chloe when the girl was leaving. Chloe rightly snapped, threw the woman about, and then locked her in a large garbage container." She smiled brightly. "It was so fun."

Greg snickered. "I would have loved to have seen that!"

"Why didn't she tell us?" Whitney was confused.

"Maybe because she realizes, somehow, that it isn't entirely her own doing but she doesn't want to think too strongly on it right now." Scales shrugged. "She's being influenced, not matter how vaguely, by both Francis and John. She needs to fully absorb them or she's going have more trouble in the future."

There was silence before Whitney eyed her. "You haven't told us why we're here."

"Right." Scales nodded, making a face. "To correct things in the Balcoins' eyes, one of you is going to have to die, and Chloe is going to choose which."

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"I think – I think they're still in the caves." Chloe took a step towards a tunnel when it suddenly lit up, a trail laid before them as different twists and turns lit up like a landing strip. "I – if we follow the tunnel that is lit, we'll find the boys."

"Is this your doing or someone else's? The lights I mean?" Diana asked at her side.

"I did not light up the path," Chloe whispered, hands clenched at her side. "Someone is guiding us."

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"She's close." Moira held a warmed cup of cocoa in her hands as she stared in front of her. "I can feel it. She's almost finished with her Trials. Maybe two more at the most."

"I know." Gabe nodded. "I mightn't have magic but I can feel it too. She's been tested on so many things I can't help but wonder what the last Trials will be. I also wonder how Luthor and Teague will factor in because they were marked."

"I wonder what will happen after she's completed these Trials," Moira responded, sipping the hot cocoa. "Will she be her, or will she be a Balcoin?"

"She already is a Balcoin," Gabe reminded.

"She's still half Hibbins; it's inside her somewhere." Moira tightened her grip on the cup. "But with every Trial completed, I see less and less of it. It's almost as if her Balcoin magic is consuming the Hibbins magic and joining it together, removing anything that isn't Balcoin within her." She stared ahead of her. "Will the last Trial remove every trace of Hibbins?"

"Maybe," Gabe declared thoughtfully, eyeing her. "What if that were to happen? What if the Balcoin in her devoured the Hibbins completely?"

"Then…" Moira whispered, an odd glint in her eyes. "She wouldn't be my daughter anymore, would she?"

20th-Jun-2013 08:16 am (UTC)
First off: awesome new banner!!!

Oh poor Greg he finally joins only for there to a hiccup!!

I don't like what Moira says in the end. Not one bit!!
22nd-Jun-2013 10:58 pm (UTC)
I know! And he's been looking forwards to it for so long!
22nd-Nov-2014 03:13 am (UTC)
What happened to the banner for this Part?
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