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The New Circle 58/? 
5th-Jul-2013 07:52 pm
Chloe---spell
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!


It was hard to spend the next day as if nothing had happened the day before, but everyone did their best. Diana's piece wasn't ready, of course, given that it was investigative journalism and she'd only been able to start her investigation yesterday while everyone was either gone or doing other after-school activities. Other than that though, Chloe had the others' work and she did what she could to polish the articles before printing off the first edition of the newly coined Luthor Torch. She'd come in early to have it ready on time, leaving Diana to be picked up by Greg (Whitney had to be in early as well for extra practice since tonight was the game against Jefferson.)

Smiling as she began reading through the first printed newspaper, Chloe had to admit that she was in love with the new machines Lex had had installed for her. They weren't industrial printing equipment but a great modern substitute; compact, efficient and fast. She turned her back on the printing press and browsed through the First Edition Volume 1 of the Luthor Torch. There wasn't much to put on given everything, but she'd managed to find enough fillers so that it didn't look bare. Plus, she'd printed every single decent picture of Jason and the boys at practice for Van's piece because they took up a lot of what would have been empty space, and because she knew that the footballers and the girls would appreciate it tremendously.

Mikhail's piece "Mikhail Knows All" was aptly timed, given that the game was tonight, and as Chloe eyed the predictions of the Crow's win by a landslide victory, well, she knew that people were going to love the "school pride" but what would happen if his prediction totally fell through? Still, he seemed quite assured of his prediction so she was going to leave him to it.

The blonde made sure the editions were sent out for distribution before beginning to turn off the computers so she could head to the first class of the day before the bell rung.

Her phone rang, the blonde pulling the cellular out and looking at the Caller ID, her stomach queasy as she answered. "Why do I feel like you have more bad news to tell me?"

"Cassie's not in Chance Harbor anymore," Faye confirmed. "We think she realized, when Jake didn't go home last night, that he was the one who had Mr Meade and that if he had Mr Meade on the road that there was only one place they'd think of going."

"Here." Chloe took in a deep breath, running her hand over her hair. "Any idea when that light bulb lit for her?"

"We had a watch on her and there was a little problem during Adam and Melissa's shift, so we're thinking she slipped out during then," Faye replied. "Around one in the morning."

"Jake and Charles have a good head start." That was a good thing. "Thanks for letting us know, we'll prepare accordingly."

"Not just that. Melissa, Adam and I are heading in your direction as well," Faye replied, and only then did Chloe realize she could hear the sound of an engine in the background. "See you when we see you."

"Okay." Chloe nodded, hanging up, tapping the phone to her lips.

"Issues?" a voice asked.

Gasping, Chloe turned towards the man, her heart in her throat. "Don't do that to me!"

"So there are issues," the nameless Tentagel announced, eyeing her.

"Family issues." She took in a deep breath. "I won't be able to even look at your issue until it's over. Hopefully it'll only be a few days but this is a matter that requires all my attention right now."

He eyed her before nodding, folding his arms over his chest. "I've waited all these years, I can wait a couple of days more." He gave a little smirk. "At least I have someone who can see and speak to me now."

Chloe eyed him curiously before clearing her throat. "So, you haven't given me a name yet. I can't keep thinking of you as the Invisible/Nameless Tentagel."

An odd expression covered his features as he eyed her. "I – I haven't said it in a while." He cleared his throat, straightening. "Adam, my name's Adam Knight. There's a lot I don't remember since I was so young when – when it happened – but I made sure I remembered my name."

So Knight was the name the Tentagels had chosen to hide their identities.

Chloe's heart went out to Adam Knight, the blonde sighed as she reached out her hand towards him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Adam Knight, I'm Chloe Sullivan."

He gazed at her hand. "I haven't heard it in so long…" The brunet placed his hand in Chloe's, giving a little chuckle at the ability to feel her, as their grip on the other tightened and they shook hands.

The door opened and Diana entered, pausing as she looked at Chloe. "What are you doing?"

Chloe blinked, confused. "Huh?"

"Uh, it looks as if you're shaking hands with air." Diana blinked in confusion as well. "Are you alright?"

Chloe's gaze went to Adam, seeing the sadness in his eyes as he pulled his hand away from hers, the blonde's voice soft when she spoke. "I'm fine."

"I'll, I should go." And with that Adam disappeared.

Chloe sighed, not having wanted him to go, not like that.

Diana's hand came down on her shoulder. "Chloe?"

The blonde turned a small smile on her younger sister as the first bell of the morning rung. "Let's get to class."

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Gabe wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do now that he'd been fired. The house that he was living in belonged to Luthorcorp, for the managers of the fertilizer company, so it meant that he obviously only had until they could find a new manager to move out. He knew that it wouldn't take too long for Lionel to appoint someone else and that was why he was spending the day on the computer at home looking at places he could afford. None of the houses were as nice as the one they now lived in, and a part of him felt like a failure for being unable to provide better for his daughter, but it was the best he could accomplish on the little amount of money he'd managed to save all these years.

And where was Moira? He hadn't seen her all day; had been hoping to talk to her about the situation, but as always she was out doing her own thing.

Shaking his head, Gabe pulled up a nice enough three bedroom two bathroom in Grandsville.

The man sighed, staring at the house.

Grandsville.

Maybe, maybe this was a good thing.

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Diana was glad for this article, which let her fill up every single moment while not in a class. She'd started combing through the girls' changing room, going through the locker area first and since she hadn't found any sort of hole or any real reason for the sounds the girls reported, Diana progressed to the showers. She twisted her lips in thought, wondering if maybe the piping was sometimes making sounds, that could be a credible theory, and yet so far, as she turned on one after the other, none of the showers made any sort of ghostlike sounds. No moaning at all. So that totally blew her theory of bad piping, which had been a bit of a stretch considering Lex Luthor's money had paid for this school's rebuilding.

Hearing hissed voices, Diana ducked into one of the shower stalls and pulled the curtain across, listening silently as the voices drew nearer.

"See? I told you no one was around!" a guy's voice declared, two pairs of footsteps approaching. "We should have some really great footage this time!"

"That's what you said last time," another voice grumbled. "You keep fucking it up every time."

"I do not!" the first voice was grunting.

Diana peeked out through the curtain to see two boys, one of them climbing up the towel rack and pulling down something that'd been hidden at the top of it. He then jumped down and grinned. "Now, let's see what this beauty caught!"

The boys huddled together, rewinding the small camera before watching the video feed...

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"Not again!"

"WHY does it keep getting tilted onto an angle that leaves no visibility of the hot naked bodies?"

"Dumb shit equipment!"

"Obviously something is wrong with this. We need to take it to Brent for him to get us something better before we bring it back."

And with that, the guys grumbled as they walked away, carrying the spy cam with them.

Slipping out of the shower stall once they were gone, Diana anchored her hands on her hips, an idea brewing.

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Jason felt like some sort of celebrity. Too many girls had come up to him to ask him to sign his picture in the Luthor Torch. Even now, after school as they readied for the game against Jefferson, Jason had had to shoo some of the cheerleaders away and remind them that it was a big night for the girls as well and that they should be ready to "dazzle" everyone. The girls had skipped out giggling and thankfully, he'd been able to have a couple of minutes to himself before having to go talk to the guys.

Sitting in his office, Jason flipped slowly through the first edition of the Luthor Torch, stopping on the Editor's Page, eyeing the picture of Chloe in hipster glasses (who she'd borrowed those from was a mystery considering she didn't use glasses) and a mischievous smile as she pointed accusingly off to the side, obviously laughing at somebody who was not in the picture. Underneath the picture, Chloe talked about the disaster of the burning down of Smallville High, compared the building of the new high school to the rebirth of the phoenix from its ashes, and then there were pictures of her new staff members with small blurbs underneath about them.

Van was the next picture, citing him as being the only full-fledged member from the old Torch to transition into the new one, as many had transferred to other schools or had just decided not to continue their duties. His picture was of him balancing a pencil on his nose while grinning at the camera. His blurb declared him to have been upgraded from photographer to being in charge of the sports life of Luthor Academy, something Jason knew considering it had been Van who'd interviewed him and taken the pictures of both Jason and the boys at practice.

The next picture featured Diana, open mouthed, eyes wide in shock and amusement. The girl was obviously about to break out laughing as she stared at someone, a tip of a finger proving that this was the person Chloe had been pointing to in her picture. Diana's blurb cited her as the Editor's sister, new to the whole writing business, but definitely interested in "getting into the thick of it" as she was now in charge of investigating student concerns.

Mikhail Blackwell's picture was next, the dark haired boy totally ignoring the camera as he listened to music, earplugs in his ears. His blurb declared that he was the Editor's brother (something which Jason knew would cause a big stir considering from what he'd heard, no one had realized the blood connection between Mikhail and Chloe) and that he had a degree (from the University of Life And Experience) in Chance and Probabilities, which was why he'd started off the "Mikhail Knows All" column, the first of which was debuting in this edition and which promised a huge victory for the Crows against their enemies.

Last, but not least, Lucas Dunleavy covered his eyes in his picture, obviously half groaning and half laughing, finding something funny yet embarrassing. The blurb under his picture said that Lucas Dunleavy had been forced into participating in the Luthor Torch by Mikhail Blackwell, and that he was going to have to find a way to survive it by using any excuse possible to chat up and take pictures (and the phone numbers) of the hottest girls in Luthor Academy.

The last picture on the page was a picture of the group grinning as they stood together. Chloe was in the middle (now sans the hipster glasses), on one side of her was Van and Diana, and on the other were Lucas and Mikhail.

Jason smiled, shaking his head before he put the paper down and went to ready the boys for the game.

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Hearing the cheers, Chloe looked up from the Luthor Torch, realizing that the game must have started. The blonde was alone in the office, slowly working on the next edition, calmed by the routine she'd missed so much when the high school had burnt down. Considering Whitney was playing and Van covering the game, they were both on the field, Mikhail declared that he would be watching as well, the boy sharing a mischievous look with Lucas that she'd decided to not even think about because it seemed like Mikhail had something underhanded planned and she did not want to know about it. She had enough to worry about without having to keep an eye on her younger brother's actions. Talking about younger siblings, Diana had arrived after school, asked to borrow some equipment citing a break in her case, and then was gone to set up whatever it was she was doing. Greg, only the gods knew where Greg was. So Chloe was completely alone.

It was a novel experience for her given the fact that she usually always had someone with her or close by, so she enjoyed the silence as she worked.

A sound caught her attention, the girl pausing as she looked up, eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what the sound was and where it came from. She stood, tilting her head towards the sound, trying to identify it. "Is someone there?" It sounded, it sounded a lot like someone was crying.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe stood and slipped out of the Torch's office, following the sound through the bends and turns. It was only when she found herself at the entrance to the boiler room that she hesitated, but the sound was definitely coming from inside of there, and it was definitely the sound of crying. She wanted to turn away, wanted to go and try and find someone else to come down with her, and yet there was something drawing Chloe forwards. With a push of her hand, the door opened revealing stairs leading down into darkness.

A search proved there was no light switch that she could find and that the sounds were definitely sobs.

"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone down there?"

There was silence as the sobs stopped, and then a voice she didn't recognize called up. "Who is that?"

Eyes widening, realizing that someone was down there, Chloe hurried down the stairs, holding onto the railing to keep her from falling, descending into the darkness which consumed her all around. "Are you okay? Where's the light?"

"I – I don't know. It's always dark here."

Chloe narrowed her eyes, holding her hands out in front of her as she tried making her way through the darkness towards the male voice. "What do you mean always? How long have you been in here?"

"I don't know," he whispered. "What year is it?"

That shocked Chloe stiff, the blonde's foot hitting something and she fell on top of someone. "I'm so sorry!"

"You're not one of them," he whispered, almost as if to himself. "They never come close enough for me to touch them."

Unable to stop herself, Chloe raised her hand palms up, the orb of light appearing and shining light into what could only be a dungeon.

The guy hissed, pulling away, raising his shackled hands to his eyes, almost as if unaccustomed to the light.

Chloe's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the guy whose hands and feet were shackled to the wall, the shackles emitting a magic so powerful, she could see it. "Who did this to you?"

Slowly he removed his hand from his eyes, which were obviously still trying to get accustomed to the light. "I don't know."

"Why did they do this to you?"

"I don't know."

She tried for a question she knew he'd have an answer to. "What's your name?"

"Byron," he replied softly, head tilted away from the light. "Byron Moore."

"I'm Chloe, Chloe Sullivan." She gave him a weak smile. "I'm going to find a way to get you out of here, Byron." She reached for his chains and flinched at the burning feeling, letting go. "Why would witches go to this degree to keep you hidden?"

"You know?" he whispered. "About witches? About magic?"

Her eyes widened as they fell on him. "You're a witch."

He nodded slowly. "My mother – she didn't make it."

"Have you always lived in Smallville?" Chloe asked, not recognizing him.

"Smallville?" He made a face at her. "I've never even heard of that before. Where is it? I didn't think we'd moved that much."

Suddenly, the room around them flickered.

Byron frowned, looking around him. "What's going on?"

Chloe froze, staring at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "This is a dream."

He turned his gaze to her, questioningly. "What?"

The blonde stared at him, a tear sliding down her cheek. "Byron, who's your father?"

"I never met him. Mom said he was no good." Byron looked confused. "What does he have to do with any of this?"

Chloe closed her eyes, lips parting.

Brown eyes. Straight, dark brown hair.

Her eyes opened as she stared at him. "You're my brother."

And with that she awoke, gasping as she sat up straight in her chair in the Luthor Torch, her heart racing, tears falling from her eyes.

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Diana kept watch from her hidden place, holding the video camera and watching as Brent Greene followed by his two minions reappeared with their video camera, filming them as the boys talked amongst themselves about how their previous attempts to get footage of the girls naked had been utter failures. She made sure the volume was on the highest level so she could get every word they were saying, grinning as with each word, they incriminated themselves a little more. But there was one part of their conversation that left her a little confused.

"This damned thing better work," the shorter guy grumbled as the other nameless dude climbed up and secured the hidden camera as well. "How else are we supposed to figure out which girl we are going to choose if we can't see the whole package we're getting?"

"Yeah," the other declared, jumping off now that he'd secured the camera. "At least with Dawn Stiles, Brent knew he was gonna get a gem. Since the other girls are of a lesser caliber, we've got to make sure they aren't just pretty faces."

Brent rolled his eyes. "You two are so ugly, it's surprising you want to be this picky, but if business is going to work, I'm going to have to use you two as publicity." And with that he left.

"Too bad Lana Lang isn't around," the shorter one declared. "I'd scoop her up in an instant! No questions asked." He made a face. "How things are going, I think I'll have to settle for that new girl, Diana. You know, Chloe Sullivan's sister. She's not all that like Lana, doesn't have the pretty green eyes, but she'll do."

Diana narrowed her (very pretty, thank you very much!) brown eyes at the guy for that comment.

"Yeah, well, I'll take my time choosing my girl!" the taller one announced as they walked out of the room, turning off the light.

Diana smirked, clothed in darkness, as she ended the recording.

If she hurried, she was sure they could have everything ready for the front page of tomorrow's edition of the Luthor Torch.

Smile quite evil, Diana finally realized exactly why Chloe loved this.

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Moira stumbled forwards, head killing her and body weak. She pushed forwards, the house in the distance, backlit by the moon.

Comments 
6th-Jul-2013 02:22 am (UTC)
Holy shit so many things are going on!!!
But first ADAM KNIGHT!!!! Was so not expecting that one. But hey who can say no to the salvatore brothers.

Chloe has discovered her third brother. WHo has him?? and why is he shackled up??
Love that Diana is enjoying the investigation side of journalism.
Can't wait for more!!
7th-Jul-2013 05:43 am (UTC)
Yes they are :)
Exactly! They are amazingly irresistible!
Can't answer yet!
She is definitely seeing why Chloe likes this!
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