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The New Circle 53/? 
24th-Jun-2013 05:23 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!

"This is so weird, I don't even know what word could properly describe the appropriate level of weirdness. This is ridiculously weird even by Smallville standards!" Greg announced in a low voice as they moved through the town they'd come upon, which was inhabited by their classmates who seemed not at all conscious of the fact that selling chickens or being blacksmiths or, well, they didn't seem at all aware of the fact that they were doing something completely odd or that this wasn't an every day occurrence. Obviously they were so deep into the fantasy, they believed it.

"Are those hookers?" Lucas asked Mikhail, eyeing the cheerleaders in their new guise.

Mikhail eyed the girls thoughtfully. "I believe so."

Chloe reached out and grabbed the both of the boys when they started off towards the prostit – the cheerleaders – pulling the boys back. "Concentrate. The both of you. Or you'll get left behind. There's no time for this."

"But I would have paid them," Lucas tried. "Think of the economy! It's in need of cash flow!"

Chloe leveled with him a glare.

"You are unpatriotic." He pointed a finger accusingly at her.

Rolling her eyes, Chloe shook her head and looked around her, wondering exactly how she was supposed to go about this.

"Can I just say how uncomfortable I am right now?" Diana sidled up next to Chloe. "No one else here is dressed even remotely similar to how I am and they're giving me disapproving looks. Even the prostitutes!"

"I think we're in the Hartlands. There's no magic on this side of the Veil so they wouldn't know about Mord-Sith. Or Confessors. Or Wizards." Her gaze went to Greg. "Let's keep it that way because they don't end up reacting too well to people with magic."

"Gotcha." Greg nodded, hands on his hips, grinning at a girl passing him as he told her. "I'm a rogue warrior."

She giggled as she passed, gaze lowered.

Chloe shook her head at Greg before turning to where Whitney was still fiddling with his outfit. "You look fine."

"I feel ridiculous," Whitney muttered.

"Hey," Greg hissed at him. "At least you weren't wearing a dress."

"Robes," Chloe tried once more, a little annoyed.

"Leather!" Diana pointed to her own outfit. "From head to toe! And I'm wearing heels! This trumps all of your clothing problems!"

"Seriously, how is it that fashion is your biggest gripe with this whole thing?" Lucas wanted to know, eyebrow raised. "We've been transported to a medieval world. Shouldn't that be more of an issue?"

Mikhail sighed, looking around him. "I'm not exactly sure we've been transported, per say."

Chloe turned towards him. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, I've seen Inception." Mikhail shrugged.

Whitney eyed Mikhail as if he was a little wary of his weirdness. "And...?"

"Well, my point is, do any of us remember how we got here?" Mikhail wanted to know, seeing the realization on their faces that no, they couldn't exactly remember how they'd gotten from the school to this place. "That, added with the fact that I cannot use my powers no matter how much I tried while I was walking behind everyone, and Chloe's the only one who seems to have watched this show... Well, it can only mean one thing."

Diana's eyes widened as she turned to look at Chloe. "We're in your dream."

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Davis eyed the auditorium filled with sleeping people with utter wariness. Every single person was asleep, some in their seats, others, who'd been standing when whatever had happened had happened... such as Lex, were on the floor. As Davis stepped over some of the people, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what the prince in Sleeping Beauty had felt like while he was traversing the cursed realm of the sleeping princess. He paused, noticing Jason about to fall off his seat, wondering if he should straighten his friend of let him fall. It would serve him right.

Jason could have handled Davis' Enthrallment better, the dark haired guy remembering Jason's needless baiting concerning the Firstborn and a little sore that his friend would act so childishly possessive like that. Especially when the girl obviously didn't belong to him; whoever she was. Also, Jason had been acting really oddly lately around him, and a part of Davis wondered if somehow that had the disappearance of his drawing pad had any connection, but he couldn't exactly see how they could. It had to be a coincidence.

Deciding to leave Jason to slowly inch closer and closer to the side of the chair, Davis ignored his friend as those dark eyes traversed around at the students before freezing on a face sleeping peacefully with her head leaning against that of a dark haired girl (who looked vaguely familiar) sitting next to her. His feet moved in that direction and Davis quickly found himself pulling seats (with students in them) away so that he could bend on his knees in front of the girl and stare at her. It was her. The girl from Luthorcorp. It was the one he drew.

She was a high school student?

Looking around him in confusion, Davis ran a hand over his face before returning his gaze to the girl, a little shocked she was there.

Who was she?

Maybe-maybe after all this was somehow figured out and solved he could-

Suddenly it hit Davis where he'd seen the brunette from and his dark eyes widened in shock as he turned to stare at Diana Balcoin. She'd been a part of the Chance Harbor Circle, but according to Jason, had left Cassie and Chance Harbor to come to Smallville and... stay with her "tiny, spitfire blonde" sister. Chloe. The Firstborn.

Davis felt the breath knocked out of him as his dark gaze returned to the girl before him, the girl who could only be Chloe Balcoin.

"It's you."

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Of course Lex Luthor was the ruler of the Hartlands. There was no way that even her mind would give her someone easier to have to deal with. No. And Jason was his right hand man, his best warrior, leader of his soldiers... who were (ironically) the football team, reserves included. Chloe had half hoped Lex would be Darken Rahl, but of course not, he had to be Michael who actually had a spine and a cunning glint to his eyes.


"What business do you have in the Hartlands?" Lex wanted to know, looking at place on the throne as he eyed them. "I had my men bring you in as you were disturbing my peaceful town with your mere presence. We have not had newcomers such as yourselves before." His gaze was on their clothing, specifically Diana's and hers, before turning to her. "You do not wear clothes that Hartlanders are accustomed to."

"First Councilman," Chloe figured that if Lex had taken Michael's part in the series then this would be his title, "it is not our intention to bring any strife or chaos into Hartland, we merely seek someone."

Lex continued to eye her in silence. "Is that so?" His gaze wandered to each of her group thoughtfully. "You travel with warriors, no chaperones, and your hair is far too long for any of these to be your husband."

Chloe's eyes widened, confused because the hair length wasn't an issue for Hartlanders but for Midlanders and D'Harans. Was her knowledge of the series tainting things somewhat and muddling them?

"Also, it is rare to see a Mord-Sith and a Confessor together, as your powers derive from great differences and you are said to be mortal enemies," Jason announced, proving that Chloe's own mind had changed up the rules of the story. These two knew much more than they should about the genre of the story they were in.

"Yes, we know of your rank, Confessor," Lex declared suavely, eyeing her with a smirk. "Though I must admit, I'm disappointed you didn't wear the Mord-Sith uniform this time as well."

"I don't know." Jason tilted his head as he gazed at her. "The confessor clothes suit her more I think."

Chloe gawked, unable to understand what was going on. "What?"

Jason smirked before turning to the footballers. "Out." The warriors did as told and when the door closed behind them, he turned to Chloe and raised an eyebrow. "What? You think you're the only one who read the Sword of Truth book series?"

Well, actually, she hadn't read the books, but she'd watched the television series instead.

"Jason?" Chloe took a little step towards him in shock.

"Wait, you guys know what's going on?" Greg gawked.

"Obviously this is a dream," Lex declared in a bored fashion, tapping his fingers against his throne's armrest as he rested his cheek against his fist. "This has our dear little Firstborn written all over it."

"It wasn't on purpose." She pouted at him before turning her greens on Jason. "Why are you two the only ones other than us who are aware of what's going on?"

"At first we weren't too sure you knew what was going on either," Jason had to admit. "But the way you reacted when we let out information we weren't supposed to know – we realized you were just playing along as we have been ever since this happened."

"Michael Cypher." Lex tapped his fingers harder into the armrest. "You made me Michael Cypher."

Chloe flinched. "Again, not on purpose."

"Michael Cypher." Lex wasn't letting go of that point. "A crude, ambitious, pudgy know-it-all – you made me him."

"Sorry," Chloe grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. "Don't take it so personally."

"Yeah," Greg agreed. "At least you weren't wearing a dress."

"Dress?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Wizard's robes." Whitney supplied the answer.

"Ah." Jason nodded before turning to Lex. "Lighten up. You could have been Darken Rahl."

"Of course, warrior Brandstone." Lex sneered at that before taking in a deep breath and sighing, standing as he turned to Chloe, still having the grace and poise that it took to pull off Darken Rahl and shocking the girl even more that he wasn't him. "So I've been informed I have a brother." He raised an eyebrow. "A Van."

Chloe's eyes widened. "Van? Van McNulty?" She blinked. "He's the Seeker?"

"Well, at least that reaction of yours is true to your character." Lex, just like Greg before him, was truly not letting go of his grudge as to what her subconscious had done with him. "Jason, have your men equip us with horses. And have one of them "accompany" us to my father's home, where we will no doubt find this brother of mine."

Lucas sneered, shaking his head.

"Of course." Jason nodded, going to do as told.

Chloe watched him go.

"So, you are a Balcoin; a part of the Circle that tortured my sister and my friend." Lex's gaze was on Mikhail, his voice neutral.

"And you are the Luthor who, for years, actively planned on killing my sister so you could appropriate her magic for yourself," Mikhail commented just as neutrally.

"This is true," Lex admitted with no shame. "Patricia was the one who convinced me otherwise... But you must already know the power of persuasion she holds in her deceptively delicate hands." He eyed Mikhail. "How well do you know her? How long was she in cohorts with your Circle?"

"You asking if any one of us were porking Delilah Dear?" Lucas seemed unable to control himself, sneering ugly at Lex. "Sorry to tell you we weren't, but that's only because she was obviously in love with someone else." He eyed Lex before smirking. "And it wasn't you."

Lex just eyed Lucas, his face blank but his eyes dark.

"That's enough." Mikhail turned to Lucas, voice harsh.

"But I was just getting to the good part," Lucas continued to taunt darkly. "The juicy bit that I'm sure he wants to hear all about."

"Lucas." Chloe eyed him.

A muscle jumped in Lucas' cheek before he sneered at Lex before shaking his head. "Fine. I'll play nice."

"Thank you," she acknowledged before turning back to the door when Jason returned, looking just way too nice in those clothes. "Is everything ready?"

"Course." He grinned back at her as he arrived. "How good are you on a horse?"

The blonde went pale, remembering the very bad experiences she'd had on horseback.

Diana went just as pale, finally speaking since this had all gone down. "I've never..." She looked down at her clothes. "These aren't riding clothes. They're tight and uncomfortable and I'm going to fall off!"

Chloe was beginning to hyperventilate herself. "Maybe we can walk."

"Oh hell no." Mikhail wasn't having that. "We have horses. We will take horses." He pointed to Diana's high heels. "Think of her feet. She was complaining over and over again before we reached this place."

Diana worried her bottom lip, looking nauseas. "He's right. I don't know how much more walking I can do in these things." She gave a little cry. "How realistic is it to have warrior women in heels? What sort of sadistic-?!"

"Calm down." Whitney brought his hands down on Diana's shoulders, causing the girl to turn her dark eyes on him. "Breathe in, breathe out."

Diana slowly did as told.

"You'll ride with me. Okay?" Whitney watched her as she nodded while still doing the breathing exercises, calming down. "I'm a country boy, I can ride. You'll be fine with me."

"Thank you," she squeaked, still obviously a little scared but more relieved than anything else.

Chloe smiled at Whitney, mouthing a thank you to him, before turning to see Jason reach her side.

"I'm not a country boy, but I've been riding a horse since my mother could put me into equestrian events," Jason informed her. "I'll have to take it upon myself to make sure that you get to where the Seeker is in one piece." He leaned down slightly over her, lips a smile. "If that's okay with the great Confessor, of course."

She found her smile going a little mischievous as she stared up into his hazels, which seemed a bit greener today. She noticed that his eyes went from green to hazel sometimes, although mostly they stayed hazel. "You'll do."

Lex cleared his throat. "Well, now that all of that has been decided, let's go."

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There was magic buzzing around all of the students and faculty. It was more than obvious to his touch and yet the strongest magic was somewhat visible over nine individuals in particular: Lex and Jason, the Firstborn and her sister, the two boys sitting on their either side, two boys sitting behind the girls, and another boy farther behind the group sitting on his own. Davis knew that, while the magic was definitely affecting them all, it was affecting these individuals differently and he wondered why. What exactly was happening here?

After waiting for something to happen, Davis had tried waking Jason up when the guy had fallen off his seat and yet continued to snore. He'd given his friend a couple of smacks, but nothing. He was tempted to try to a spell but this was strong magic he was up against and it was binding every single person in this room. There was no way that he could even begin to guess what sort of effect any other spell he might introduce into the mix might cause.

He'd decided though that those nine needed isolation, the man finding some evil pleasure out of dragging Lex and Jason on the ground towards the medical office, which was way too luxurious for a high school in his opinion. He dumped Lex and Jason on the same bed, laying face to feet, and then went back to grab the other four boys, dragging them each to the next beds, lying them feet to face as well. Davis then got the last boy and left him on a seat since there was only one bed left, which after picking up the girls and throwing them over his shoulders, he placed them on.

Davis sat on the doctor's chair, eyeing the patients in the room, waiting for something to happen, for anything to happen but, other than a little grumble from Lex, nothing.

He sighed, leaning forward, wondering exactly what was going on.

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"There's a fire!" the soldier who'd been accompanying them (more like leading) announced as they crested the hill, finding a lone house below on fire, men on horses surrounding it. "An attack on your house, First Councilman! I must get the others!" And with that he turned his horse and raced back in the direction he'd come from.

"I believe," Lex eyed those below, "that those are D'Haran soldiers."

"This isn't right," Chloe whispered from where she was seated behind Jason on his horse, staring down at the Cypher house on fire. "This is all chronologically incorrect. It doesn't happen like this in the series."

Diana peered out from behind Whitney. "We have to help the people they've captured. They're getting hurt!"

True enough, down below one of the soldiers kicked someone to the ground.

"And us without our magic thanks to someone." Mikhail turned an accusing look at Chloe.

Jason narrowed his eyes on what was happening below. "Hold onto me as tight as you can."

Chloe only barely managed to do as told before Jason gave the horse a nudge and they were off, racing faster than she was truly comfortable with. She hid her face in Jason's back, the wind whipping at her clothes and hair. She gave a little cry as the horse leapt through the air, her stomach going queasy as she closed her eyes tighter. The ground around them trembled, but Chloe paid it no mind until the horse finally came to a stop.

"Stop in the name of the First Councilman!" Jason withdrew his weapon, holding it out in front of him, the others not having arrived yet. "You are trespassing and attacking people of this village, a slight which will not be overlooked."

Van and Professor Hill, both looking quite beaten, were on the ground.

"It's you." One of the men turned towards Jason, pointing his weapon at Chloe. "Get her but be careful! She's more dangerous than she appears."

Jason turned his weapon towards them. "Touch her and you'll lose your head."

Bows and arrows and other weapons trained on Jason.

"It's okay, Jason." Chloe gulped before giving him a little squeeze, letting go, stalling for time, for the others to arrive. She slipped off of the horse before he could stop her, hands out in front of her. "Let these people go."

"Let's not play innocent here." Ranssyn Fane from the television series approached her. "You are the reason these people, the Hartlands, are in danger."

"I don't have the Book of Counted Shadows." She knew because she'd checked, just in case.

"Of course you don't." Ranssyn eyed her in confusion at that. "We know where the book is being guarded and our men are already close to recovering it."

Chloe was completely confused by now. "Then why-?"

"You must understand how you, being the last Confessor, are of great interest to Lord Rahl," Ranssyn declared, reaching into a sack in his horse's saddle and pulling on a Rada'Han. "If you would just place this on and come peacefully with us, no one else will have to suffer."

Thing is, she knew this story and knew that wasn't the truth. "Now that Lord Rahl knows that the Veil can be traversed, he'll never leave the Hartlands alone. He'll want total dominion over these lands as well. My leaving now will only temporarily give peace, so he can rally his men for the invasion."

"Think your actions over carefully, Confessor. Or I'll have to hurt you." Ranssyn grew closer before suddenly his body was flung backwards into his horse, which neighed and ran away.

"I don't think so." Greg reared his horse to a stop, hand held out towards the soldiers.

"A Wizard!"

"Look at his robes – he's of the First Order!"

"On this side of the Veil?"


"They are tattered robes; he cannot truly be a Wizard. They wouldn't defile their robes like that."

Greg glared before reaching out with both of his hands, sending the rider who'd said the last part flying through the air.

Whitney, Diana and Lucas dismounted their houses, the boys pulling out their swords as the girl pulled out her Agiel, obviously not exactly sure how to use it but holding it out anyway.

"A Mord-Sith who defies Lord Rahl and joins forces with a Confessor." Ranssyn shook his head. "Obviously she must be Confessed and yet why she still lives is a mystery." He turned to Chloe. "I'm sure Lord Rahl will be interested in the answer once you meet him."

Jason swung off of his horse, standing between them, blade out menacingly towards the D'Haran. "Take one step closer and you're going to be a head shorter."

Ranssyn sneered at him. "Do you really think you can match swords with me, boy?"

"I wouldn't underestimate his ability with the sword if I were you." Lex was the only one still on his horse, looking quite regal. "His mother might have trained him to be an equestrian, but his father is one of the only people alive who can be on par with mine in swordplay."

Ranssyn unsheathed his sword, sneering. "The Confessor will be coming with me. I'll let you live long enough to see me place this Rada'Han around her neck, throw her onto my horse, and take her away."

Jason's only response was to attack, Ranssyn's blade blocking Jason's with ease.

A soldier screaming behind them proved that Van had used the distraction and yanked a sword from one of the soldiers, using it to run him through.

Another grabbed Chloe and yanked her away as the fight truly began, both sides charging the other. She fought, struggling against the grip before managing to twist around and grab the man's neck, staring into his eyes, and yet the Confession never happened. She tried again, and again, but nothing happened and the man slapped her hand away from him, forcing her towards his horse. Chloe feigned a trip, fell to her knees, and then reached into his boot and pulled out one of the daggers that was already there, slamming it down through the soldier's boot, a roar of pain escaping his lips as he let go of her.

Chloe hurried to her feet, casting a glance around her, searching for her friends in the fury of the battle.

Diana seemed to have figured out exactly how the magic of the Agiel worked, the girl pressing the weapon against one of the soldiers, the skin where it was pressed blackening as he screamed from the pain.

Greg was having the time of his life throwing soldiers back and forth, especially concentrating on the ones who'd commented negatively on his clothes.

As was to be expected given the fact that they seemed to be perfect at everything, Jason and Lex were quite gifted with swords, each holding up excellently against their opponents, although Jason was faring a little less splendidly, but that was to be expected given the fact that the blade he was crossing belonged to Ranssyn Fane and not some nameless D'Haran soldier.

Lucas and Mikhail (the latter actually didn't have a sword but a Horseman's pick) fought using a completely different method than Jason and Lex, their handle of their respective weapons less graceful but more forceful, and Chloe couldn't help but wonder if her father had taught them how to fight with weapons.

Whitney wasn't fairing as well with his sword, only barely dodging the blows of his opponent.

Worry for him filled her and she didn't notice the other soldier until he grabbed her, forcing her hands to cross over her chest and her back against his chest, trapping her against him.

"You can't get out of this one witch," the man breathed into her ear.

The blonde brought her head back hard against his face and when he let go, crying as he staggered back, grabbing at his bleeding nose, she instinctively reached for him when he looked up. She hooked her hand around the back of his neck, her skin against his, and then pushed up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to his, tasting his blood as she kissed him. Instantly she could feel her power entering him and, as her eyes opened, she saw his darkening with the power of Confession, shocked to realize that in her dream world, the Confession was much more like the Enthrallment than its original version.

"Command me, Confessor," he whispered adoringly.

The soldier managed to hit Whitney's sword in such a way that it flung out of his hand.

Chloe pointed towards Whitney. "Help him."

The Confessed soldier rushed to do as she wanted.

Chloe turned and watched him as he did so, and thus was unprepared for the blow to the back of her head that rendered her unconscious.

24th-Jun-2013 10:51 pm (UTC)
*giggles madly*
Yay!!! A new chapter!!!! Feeling extremely spoiled!!!

"This is so weird, I don't even know what word could properly describe the appropriate level of weirdness. This is ridiculously weird even by Smallville standards!"

Ummmm Greg, we left Smallville weirdness ages ago!!!

And Lucas calling unpatriotic for not letting him go off with the cheerleader/hookers LMAO!!!

I'm liking the chemistry between Chloe and Mikhail.

Love Lex's reaction to being made Michael Cypher!!!

Davis now knows that Chloe Balcoin is the Chloe the IT girl!!! Can't wait for everyone to wake up!!
26th-Jun-2013 03:27 am (UTC)
Feel spoiled! Especially since I'm uploading another chappy in a few minutes!

Yes! They DID! He's just hard to impress lol

Lex definitely is not happy with her, he'll have to take a number after Greg!
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