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The New Circle 54/? 
25th-Jun-2013 10:43 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!

When Chloe came back to, it was to dying embers and snores around a campsite. A D'Haran campsite filled with D'Haran soldiers. She was tied with her hands behind her back, lying on her side on the ground. Most of the soldiers were sleeping although Chloe could see shadows away from the campsite of those on guard. The girl arched forwards, bending her knees, trying to reach into her boots and pull out a dagger that should be there but found out she wasn't half as flexible as she thought. A soft groan escaped her lips and she sighed, looking around as best as she could in her position. No one had awoken with the noise she'd made.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe straightened her arms as much as she could, arching her back and biting back a groan as she tried somehow slipping her bound wrists past her ass like she'd seen in so many movies. Apparently one had to be much more flexible than she was to accomplish that also. The girl ended up whimpering in pain, giving up, face red from exertion and frustration.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe closed her eyes tightly, telling herself to wake up. If this was her dream then all she had to do was to wake up and all of this would be over. She could wake up. She could... notwake up.

Opening her eyes in annoyance, Chloe struggled, rolling back and forth, until she finally found momentum and managed to sit up, staring around her, in deep thought as to what exactly her next step should be.

Also, where were her friends and how were they? Had they been hurt?

Chloe tried using magic to get rid of the binds and yet, like Mikhail, she found herself unable to use magic, gulping because if she truly couldn't use magic, how exactly was she going to get them out of this dream of hers before someone got seriously hurt?

Feeling something cold against her throat, Chloe stared down as best as she could, eyeing a flash of silver around her neck. The Rada'Han. They'd managed to get it around her neck while she was out. A moment's panic filled her as she tried looking around for Ranssyn Fane, sure that if anyone had the only key that could open it for her, it was him, but she couldn't see the soldier anywhere. He was probably out scouting the territory.

Stumbling to her feet, Chloe looked around her before beginning to slowly make her way towards the woods. She didn't exactly know where she was going, but away from the D'Harans was as good a direction as any. She'd find a way to get the Rada'Han off somehow, even without the key. What mattered now was she put as much distance between her and the campsite. The girl took a direction at random, running once she was far enough from the soldiers, and continued running until her legs hurt and her knees threatened to give out on her. Still she pushed on, forcing herself forwards, until the sun was dawning in the sky and her legs couldn't take it anymore, the blonde falling, her shoulder taking the brunt of the blow as she hit the earth.

Crawling towards a tree, Chloe forced herself to sit up, leaning against the bark as she breathed in and out. She closed her eyes, trying to force the Rada'Han open. This was her dream, by all rights she should be able to control it, and yet no matter how hard she tried, the Rada'Han continued to faithfully continue its work and kept her magic inactive within her.

The ground trembled beneath her, Chloe's eyes widening in fear as she recognized the sound of hooves against the grass. The D'Haran soldiers were upon her! They were going to find her! All this running had been for nothing!

Despite the fact that she was nearly dead on her feet and knew she couldn't outrun them, Chloe took off running before the riders could crest the hill, refusing to give in, to let herself be caught so easily. She pushed on harder, her body and mind fatigued, the girl stumbling more than once as those horses drew nearer. Her heart raced in terror before her knees gave out on her as a horse drew close, but before she could fall, someone grabbed her by the back of her dress and used momentum to swing her up onto the front of his saddle, the girl laying across the horse on her stomach, giving a little cry in fear of slipping right off.

There was the flashing of a blade and then Chloe's hands were free as the horse came to a stop. She tried fighting, tried slipping off and running but she was so tired and-

"Chloe, calm down!"

The blonde stopped fighting, though she did slip off the horse onto the ground in a tired mess, looking up at Jason Teague though tears of tiredness and relief.

Jason slipped off of his horse and bent in front of her, hesitating a second before reaching out to brush at a tear she hadn't realized she'd shed. "What did they do to you?"

"We need to get going," Lex was behind on his horse, face impassive. "If she's on foot then they are not far behind."

Jason nodded, reaching out his hand towards Chloe, who slipped hers into his. He helped her to her feet before his hands went to her hips and lifted her onto the horse. The proud equestrian mounted behind her, one grip on the reigns and the other around her waist, anchoring her to him. "You won't fall off," he promised her softly in her ear before giving the reigns a flick, urging the horse on as Lex took the lead ahead of them, guiding the way.

"Where is everyone?" Chloe asked, the wind and tiredness half slurring her words.

"We broke off into groups to look for you after you were captured," Jason replied. "Lex and I took this route while Diana, Whitney, Greg and Van went one, and Mikhail and Lucas another. We all agreed on a meeting place this evening and that's where we're heading."


"Realizes this is a dream," Jason declared, urging the horse faster, to meet Lex's pace. "We have a theory that your Circle realizes that this is a dream because they're your Circle, whereas Lex, Van and I know because we were already aware of the Sword of Truth book series/Legend of the Seeker television series, so our brains knew this was a fantasy."

"But what about Diana, Lucas and Mikhail?" Chloe wanted to know. "They're not a bound part of my Circle."

Jason was silent, thoughtful. "Maybe what is helping Mikhail and Diana is their Balcoin blood and connection to you in that way."

But that still left Lucas.

Chloe was too tired to ask too many questions though, instead resting hard against Jason, yawning as she allowed herself to relax despite the fact that they were racing on the horse. She gripped hold of the arm Jason had around her, anchoring herself to him as best as she could, fighting to keep from falling asleep as her fatigue fell onto her like a warm blanket. Her eyes kept closing, and while Chloe battled it, she found her eyelids falling closed and her head turned, the blonde falling asleep with her cheek against Jason's beating heart.

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"What if they've hurt her?" Diana knew she was freaking out and not doing any good but she couldn't help it. "What if they've-what if-"

"Diana, you're starting to get me freaked out, okay?" Greg made a face. "Chloe's fine, she's a Confessor, remember that? They apparently can handle themselves."

"They can," Van declared, just as at ease on horseback as the other boys, making Diana feel envious. "Although Chloe's ability as Confessor is a little different than the conventional type." He appeared curious. "I wonder why."

It'd been a shock to realize that Van had actually watched the same series Chloe had, and thus had basically known what his role was. The boy helped Greg figure out he had a sword to give him and had walked Greg through the whole Naming of the Seeker. Van was obviously quite psyched with what was going on, content to live through this little fantasy, and not questioning anything too much. As he'd said before, this was Smallville and "weird shit" happened in Smallville all the time. At least this time he got to be the True Seeker.

"It's going to be fine." Whitney patted the hands she had around him. "This is Chloe we're talking about. She's probably Confessed them all and have them as her slaves doing her bidding."

Diana nodded, yet was still worried.

"I doubt that," Van declared with a little frown. "Before she got taken away, I saw them place the Rada'Han around her neck. Unless she got the key and was able to take it off she'll be unable to use her magic."

"What?" Diana turned to look at him in horror. "Are you sure about that?"

"Positive." Van nodded. "I don't remember if the person wearing the Rada'Han feels pain when they try to use magic or not – it's been a while since I actually saw the series – but I do know that it removes the link between a person and their Han, or their magic, and she can only take it off with the key. So if she's still wearing the Rada'Han, she essentially has no powers."

Greg gulped, visibly disturbed by this. "We should probably pick up the pace. She might be just a little bit ahead of us."

Whitney took in a deep breath before urging his horse faster.

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Considering they'd found Chloe, the twosome made their way straight towards the meeting point, knowing that it would be a while before the others arrived as they were still out searching for the sleeping blonde. Lex tied his horse within the little hidden grove they'd found, going towards Jason's horse and holding his arms out for the sleeping girl so he could help her down. Jason eased the girl into Lex's arms, the bald witch accommodating the girl in his grip as he moved towards the meadow inside of the grove, the grass and flowers brushing against his boots as he made his way.

Jason appeared, having tied his horse as well, placing the saddle blanket on the grass.

Lex lowered the girl onto the blanket before sitting down, contemplating starting a fire and yet not wanting the smoke to give them away to any soldiers that might come their way.

Jason bent, curling half of the blanket around Chloe's sleeping body, hesitating for a second as his fingers traced the silver around her neck. "They've placed a Rada'Han on her."

Lex had noticed that from before and merely nodded, staring ahead of him. "Once she's awake, we need to convince her to take it off."

"I doubt she has the key." Jason sat down next to her, eyeing Lex.

"She is the key, Jace." Lex finally turned his gaze upon his friend before the blues rested on Chloe thoughtfully. "All of this is because of her. This is her dream. She has the power here. If she truly wanted that Rada'Han off, she could take it off."

"Why would she keep it on then? It makes no sense." Jason made a face.

"Maybe, because deep down inside, she wants it," Lex replied, scanning the tired yet peaceful sleeping face of the Firstborn Balcoin. "Because with it, she doesn't have a power she can't control to the point that if she merely kisses someone..."

Jason's eyes widened as he turned his hazels on the sleeping girl as well. "I see."

"I don't know if you do," Lex admitted, watching as butterflies flew around the girl, a monarch perching on the tip of her ear while a Blue Morpho and a Ulysses butterfly landed on her hair. An Anise Swallowtail and Buckeye danced in the air while a Queen butterfly rested on the ring finger of the hand Chloe hand nestled by her head, its wings fluttering delicately.

"What do you mean by that?" Jason finally looked up from Chloe to Lex, eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you know what it means to see butterflies in your dreams?" Lex eyed the butterflies that seemed fascinated by the sleeping girl. "A butterfly signifies longevity, creativity, romance, joy and spirituality. It shows that the dreamer is experiencing a new way of thinking or undergoing some sort of transformation." He eyed the two intertwined butterflies; the Anise Swallowtail and the Buckeye. "To see two butterflies represents romance and a long and happy marriage." His gaze then went to the butterflies as a whole. "If there are several butterflies, it symbolizes acceptance, growth, inspiration and freedom."

Jason's gaze went to the Rada'Han as he realized what Lex had all along. "Freedom from the ability to Enthrall."

"Yes." Lex sighed, reaching out his hand towards the tame butterflies, watching as the Anise Swallowtail and the Buckeye danced in the air before landing on his finger, eyeing him thoughtfully. "This is Chloe's own subconscious desire to be free manifesting itself."

The butterflies took to the air again before returning to Chloe.

The two men sat in silence, watching the girl sleep, and the butterflies parade around her.

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Davis could feel the magic in the air, more than usual, and when Chloe gave a little whimper, he sat up straighter, watching her as she arched her back, lips parted... and then from within her mouth crawled out a large Monarch butterfly followed by a Queen butterfly.

Dark eyes widened in shock as he watched the butterflies flap their damp wings, drying them as they made their way to her hair, perching there and continuing to flap their wings gracefully, almost as if living hair ornaments.

Gulping, the witch leaned forwards in his seat, running his hand over his face, completely baffled as to what the hell was going on.

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Lucas and Mikhail were silent most of the ride, not coming across much of anything and both quite sure that the soldiers that'd taken Chloe had not come in this direction. Still, they continued just so that they could say they'd done as they'd agreed to. And also because the reason why there weren't any hoof prints or anything else which would indicate soldiers on horseback could be due to the work of a Wizard.

"She Enthralls," Lucas finally spoke, staring ahead of him. "You know how rare an ability that is amongst Balcoin Firstborn girls?"

"Of course I do." Mikhail scoffed at the question, tightening his grip on the reigns.

Lucas gazed around him before returning his gaze to his friend. "So, Diana."

Mikhail continued to stare ahead of him. "What about her?"

"She and Cassie killed John." Lucas was always straight and unto the point. "I know you and he didn't throw pigskins in the backyard or anything, but you are the only child he kept to raise himself. You knew him. He was your father." He cleared his throat. "And she helped kill him."

Mikhail's dark gaze went to Lucas. "Your point being?"

"Don't you, I don't know, what to hurt her for that?" Lucas wanted to know curiously.

"Of course I do." Mikhail sneered, shaking his head. "But she's in an alliance with our eldest sibling and if I want to be in an alliance with Chloe, I'm going to have to put away personal feelings."

"What about Cassie?" Lucas was, as always, the devil's advocate. "She's not in an alliance with Chloe. Think she'd mind if something happened to her?"

Mikhail thought it over. "It's very tempting."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I'm sensing a 'but'."

"But I don't think I'd manage to keep Chloe's trust if one of our siblings died and it was somehow traceable in any way back to me." Mikhail made a face, obviously unhappy with this but resigned. "I used to wonder why father would never tell me more than my siblings' names and why he'd never tell me about the Firstborn, even when he'd obviously found him or her."

"I did wonder myself." Lucas eyed him curiously as he simultaneously reached up as they passed under an apple tree, plucking a ripe fruit and taking a bite out of it, chewing and swallowing. "It's not as if you'd have assassinated those older than you so you'd be the First."

Mikhail watched the trail of juice from the apple drizzle down Lucas's chin before the other boy wiped it away. "We're in a dream, Lucas."

"And?" Lucas took another bite.

"You're eating," Mikhail pointed out. "My legs are chaffing from riding. The wind – I can feel it."

Lucas just continued to chew and swallow, waiting for Mikhail to continue.

"This might be a dream, but it's a reality as well." Mikhail took in a deep breath, smelling the apples in the air before leveling his dark gaze on his friend. "Do you understand the sort of power it takes to do something like this?"

"Didn't John say that one of the Trials was a mental one similar to this one? Where the Firstborn would be subjected to a situation, mostly based on the medieval system of Balcoin ruling, in which she'd have to prove that she was not only capable of ruling the Balcoins, but that she'd choose their best over her own?" Lucas wanted to know curiously. "What if that's this?"

"No." Mikhail shook his head. "I overheard her Circle talking. Apparently she already had that test. Also? She abolished the Trials before finishing them. This is of her own making."

Lucas' eyes widened in shock. "She – she abolished the Trials?"

"Exactly." He could see that it was finally registering on his friend's face. "The power my sister holds is – is beyond what my father ever did."

Lucas' eyes narrowed. "What exactly are you saying?"

"My father kept us apart, never let me know about my siblings, because he wanted to be our only common thread, the thing that brought us together," Mikhail declared with a little breath. "He had a plan for dominion in place, remember that?"

"And what? You think he suspected he might die at the hands of his children?"

"No, I doubt that." Mikhail shook his head. "Do you remember what he told us about his Trials?"

"About which part?" Lucas asked curiously.

"About the last Trial." Mikhail was deep in thought. "He said that the last Trial was always about the power the Firstborn or First had within them. He said it was one of the most important Trials. Do you remember that?"

Lucas went still. "You're thinking that this dream is a consequence of her not going through that Trial and learning about controlling her power."

Mikhail nodded slowly. "Not only that, but do you remember what was told to him when he passed the last Trial?"

Lucas tried to remember before nodding. "Yes. That through him, the Great Winged Serpent would rise again and the Balcoin family would rise to prominence and power like they'd never had, even in their glory days."

"Which is why he wanted the crystal which held Francis Balcoin's dark magic. Because he believed that, in using Francis' black magic, he'd be fulfilling that prophecy."

Lucas frowned. "What are you saying, Mik?"

"Lucas, that sort of magic, Francis' and father's... it shouldn't have been as completely impossible to find as it was when we went to Chance Harbor after father's death. The Circle there are untrained witches who wouldn't have the power to hide it from us. Not when it was formed and contained such powerful magic from my bloodline."

Lucas remained silent, waiting.

"Lucas." Mikhail's gaze was severe. "What if father's prophecy was misunderstood? What if he wasn't the one who'd bring this new Balcoin revival? What if it was through him and yet not by him?"

Lucas stopped his horse, turning it to face Mikhail's. "Chloe."

Mikhail nodded. "When Patricia was telling her about the crystal having John's magic trapped inside of it, Chloe had a look of horror on her face, of confusion and of knowing." He urged his horse a little closer. "Lucas, I don't think we're going to ever find the crystal. I think the power inside of that crystal is gone, which would mean it entered someone and the crystal itself disintegrated."

"You think she has their dark magic in her." Lucas looked like he was lightheaded at the realization.

"The mark on Luthor and Teague, it's of a winged serpent," Mikhail responded. "They were branded as a part of her Trial and I'm assuming they would have been a part of the last test and since she abolished it before it could be done, they're still branded."

Lucas ran his hand over his hair. "I never noticed their hands, I – a winged serpent?"

"During the Trials, those who will have roles to play are marked by a symbol that represents the user's magic," Mikhail reminded. "And the only other person that has been recorded as a winged serpent was Francis Balcoin."

"It's her," Lucas whispered in awe. "She is the one who the prophecy was talking about. She's the Great Winged Serpent who would work using John and Francis Balcoin's powers added to her own." Lucas dropped the apple he'd been nibbling on. "Mik... your sister..."

"I know." Mikhail nodded. "I don't think she does though."

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Chloe woke up and stretched, pausing in mid-stretch to find butterflies perched on her arms. She blinked, wondering if somehow sleep had addled her mind, but nope, they were still there. Greens eyed the butterflies curiously.


At the sound of her voice, they took off in a cloud of rainbow colors.

Chloe brought her hand to her forehead to help shield her gaze from the glare as she watched them go, giving a little smile as she watched the butterflies dance in the air.

"I find it very weird that you were sleeping in a dream."

Chloe turned towards the voice, smiling as she pushed to her feet. "I had butterflies on me while I slept."

"That you did," Jason agreed curiously as he drew closer.

"Where's Lex?" Chloe asked, gazing around them in the meadow, unable to see him anywhere.

"He's patrolling around, making sure we weren't followed. I just came back from my own patrol and we've swapped assignments," Jason replied, reaching out to curl a finger around the Rada'Han she wore. "You should take this off."

"I've tried but I can't. I don't have the key and my magic doesn't work at all with it." She shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure what my next move should be."

"You sure about that?" he asked in an odd tone.

Chloe gaze rose to him questioningly. "Well..." The girl hesitated a second before reaching out and placing her hand on his chest. "I... while I can't..." She drew closer, licking her lips, blush crawling up her neck. "I might never have this opportunity again."

Jason gulped slightly as he stared down at her.

Chloe pressed up on her tiptoes and trailed her hands up his chest, clutching his shirt as she slowly pulled Jason down towards her, her lips brushing against his softly.

He seemed to be fighting a battle before finally his hands moved from his sides and wrapped around her as he kissed her back.

Smiling into the kiss, unable to believe how unbelievably incredible it was to kiss someone without her ability to Entrall on her mind in one way or the other, Chloe tilted her head to grant Jason better access as one of his hands grabbed her hair and his kiss grew harder.

Neither of them noticed the lanky body leaning against a tree, bathed in the shadows, arms folded over his chest as he watched them in silence.

26th-Jun-2013 04:48 pm (UTC)
yay.. chloe/jason....
but even if it is not official... it still looks like a trial... and who is the "lanky body"...

by the way... who would come after chloe as head of the family...
29th-Jun-2013 05:21 am (UTC)
Well, it's actually more of her own form of escapism instead of a trial...
26th-Jun-2013 08:33 pm (UTC)
Well this was interesting!
I wonder if Mikhail is going to tell Chloe what he knows.
Well might as well take advantage of the situation!!! yay to Chloe/Jason kiss. Lets hope that he doesn't end it with "were you thinking of Lex?"
And who is that lanky body??
29th-Jun-2013 05:22 am (UTC)
Not yet....
Yep, Chloe totally took advantage and Jason was weak.
HE WONT! lolololol
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