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The New Circle 62/? 
12th-Jul-2013 11:35 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!

Gabriel Sullivan's funeral was well attended for, while he hadn't been a very social man, he'd been friendly and all of the workers at Luthorcorp had attended. Lex, Jason, Davis, and the two remainder of Lex's Circle that Chloe had yet to meet were there as well. So were Lionel and his Circle. Chloe had felt her family, her Circle, tensing at their presence but she hadn't minded Lionel too much, knowing that there was no way that he would do something while there were so many people. Nell was there as well as others from the community and they were all crying by the time they moved to the cemetery and Gabe's coffin was lowered to the ground.

People all around were whispering about a wolf-hunt needing to be conducted – about how horrible that such a nice man like Gabe had to die when there were so many more "death-worthy" people in Smallville – and they hissed about how they'd always known Moira would up and leave town when her family needed the most since that was "so Moira".

Chloe felt numb as she watched the coffin descend, so empty, so cold. She forced herself to stare though, to not look away, because her father was gone and with him, any adult support she could have truly trusted. A part of her, her childhood, died with Gabe and she mourned his passage, mourned the fact that she could have had so many more years with him. He could have walked her down the aisle – could have held his (very) future grandchild in his arms.

Her gaze rose to the distance where Adam Knight stood leaning against a tree, watching with a blank expression on his face.

She owed so much to that guy; Chloe knew that she wasn't going to rest until she'd found a way to lift the spell from him. The thought of pulling it out of him as she had previously with others crossed her mind, but considering she believed that odd little ability of hers was a part of her Enthrallment (even if backwards) and the "Burdens" didn't work on the Six – it made sense to also search for the counter-spell to the Desolate Existence. But that would mean that she'd have to actually open the Balcoin book of spells, and she had to admit that it scared her for some reason. Still, she was the Firstborn now and she was going to have to put away childish fears, butch up, and do what needed to be done.

People were beginning to leave, all heading towards the Kent's home, as Clark's parents had offered to have the post-funeral gathering there, Mrs Arkin and Mrs Fordman having helped prepare food for the mourners. Chloe was grateful for the people around her and all they were willing to do to help.

Lois and the General had already said their goodbyes, both having to leave immediately after the funeral due to important commitments, and Chloe had hugged her cousin tightly, returning the promise to keep in touch more, before waving goodbye and watching them leave.

Someone stopped in front of Chloe, silent until she looked up and was surprised to see Van, not having noticed him before.

He was silent as he stood in front of her, letting out a little sigh as his gaze went to the edge of the bandage visible on the side of her shoulder and then to the coffin, before licking his lips. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he opened his eyes once more and said four words that nearly caused her to break down. "You're nothing like her."

Of course he'd realized the truth.

"I'm not going to the Kent's – that's not my sort of scene." Van cleared his throat, obviously very uncomfortable. "But I just wanted you to know – you know."

"I do." She nodded, giving him a trembling smile. "Thanks."

Van sighed, nodding, before turning and leaving, his hands in his pockets.

"Miss Balcoin," a voice declared smoothly from behind, "on behalf of my family, let me extend our deepest condolences for the passing of your adoptive father."

Chloe closed her eyes, steeling herself before opening those greens and sighing as she turned to face Lionel Luthor. "On behalf of my family we accept those condolences, Mr Luthor."

He held out his hand towards her, flanked on either side by those of his Circle.

Chloe could see her Circle tensing, some drawing closer, but she shook her head at them to stay where they were, returning her gaze to Lionel as she placed her hand in his and let him bring it to his lips in a kiss.

"It must be a heavy burden, to truly be the head of your family now at such a tender age." Lionel closed his other hand over hers, trapping hers in his. "I would like for you to rely on my family in general and myself in particular."

She felt a cold chill run down her spine and yet kept herself from taking her hand out from his because he was the Head of the Luthor clan and she was going to have to deal with him one on one until his death. Also, she was getting a feeling that this whole "belonging to the Luthor Circle" thing was getting more and more shady because, while Lionel had tried that claiming thing with her, it hadn't worked, and he hadn't seemed to be trying all too hard. She felt, like always, that everything around her was a lie, that someone else knew the truth yet wasn't deigning to tell her, and that Lionel Luthor enjoyed holding all the cards.

"I wish my father could have felt the same support, his job was his joy." Chloe's voice was pleasant, as was her expression, despite the words she spoke.

Robert Queen smirked.

Lionel tightened his grip on her hand. "Should your siblings and you need a place to live, we open Luthor Manor with open hearts to you in your time of need."

"You are so kind, Mr Luthor." Chloe continued with that pleasant smile on her face despite the fact that all she wanted to do was slap up the man. "But it will not be necessary as provisions are already being made for us. In fact, we'll soon become your closest neighbors."

Lionel blinked, genuinely caught off guard. "Is that so?"

"Yes." Chloe nodded. "You see, I have purchased Miller's field from his wife, who wants nothing of his since he left her. She sold everything to me and is now readying to go to Vegas to live with her sister." She was relishing the look of shock on that man's face. "You'll have to forgive me because your peace will be disturbed come Monday as the contractors will be arriving first thing to start the construction of my new home. I'm going to rent Margery Tatum's house until the construction is complete as she too left after her husband joined the Mass Exodus from Smallville some months back. So thank you for yourgenerous offer, but we'll manage on our own."

Lionel eyed her in thought before chuckling darkly, shaking his head. "I shall make sure to bring an appropriate house warming present once construction has ended." And with that he let Chloe's hand slip from his and moved away, most of his entourage following behind him.

Genevieve Teague stayed behind, eyeing Chloe with a raised eyebrow, her multicolored eyes critical. "You're a little girl."

Chloe frowned at that, raising her chin as she met that gaze front on. "I was."

Genevieve raised an eyebrow. "No use putting on such airs. Whenever he wants, Lionel could take what's his."

"I'm sure he could try." Chloe stepped closer to the regal looking woman. "But we both know how that ended last time."

"We both know why it didn't work." Genevieve raised her chin.

"Do we?" Chloe asked curiously. "Do we really?"

A hint of disturb passed over those eyes. "What are you implying?"

Chloe just smiled, shaking her head. "I imply nothing, Mrs Teague."

The older woman frowned at her, obviously not too pleased at all and yet intrigued. "My son is cultured and refined and a gentleman." She took in a deep breath. "He is wasted here in your silly little high school."

Oh, so this was why Genevieve Teague didn't like her? Because she was blaming Chloe for her son being here in Smallville and not wherever else it was that Genevieve felt her son should be?

"You should bring that subject up with Lex." Chloe tilted her head to the side. "Though I doubt he would approve of you questioning his decisions and how he runs his Circle – be Jason your son or not. Jason's an adult who is fully capable of making his own decisions."

"I'm his mother," Genevieve declared. "I understand your inability to understand my investment in his future given the fact that it is common knowledge that your mother has never had a stake in your life – but my son is the most important person in my life and I am willing to do whatever I feel is needed to be done to protect him. Even if it's from himself – or what he thinks he wants."

Chloe was a little confused at that one before her eyes widened. "You think I've Enthralled him."

Genevieve raised an eyebrow. "Will you deny it?"

Chloe shook her head. "I have unknowingly Enthralled Jason in the past, but any affects I've had on him are long gone by now." She drew closer. "We have never been friends, never will be – but we're on friendly terms and you're not going to stop that."

Genevieve sneered. "We'll see about that."

Chloe reached out and grabbed Genevieve's arm as she moved to go, causing the woman to glare down at her. "There's no reason why you wouldn't want me to be on friendly terms with your son, in fact, you should be encouraging it because he could be a tool to bring me into the Luthor fold so obviously this is something else entirely, a game all of your own." Chloe gazed up into those multicolored eyes. "What sort of game is worth playing if only one person is playing and knows the rule?"

Genevieve continued to stare at her harshly before her lips twitched, barely, and then she pulled herself free from Chloe's grip and straightened herself regally. "I am too old to play games."

"A girl is never too old to play games," Chloe corrected.

Again, Genevieve's lips twitched slightly but she reined it in, those eyes on her husband as she swayed away.

Chloe watched her go, somehow feeling like she'd passed some kind of test.

"You know, I think she likes you," an unfamiliar voice declared.

Chloe turned to see Lex's redheaded sister. "Tess, right?"

"And you're Chloe, the Balcoin Firstborn." Tess eyed her up and down. "Oliver didn't want to meet you but I couldn't pass up the opportunity." She tilted her head to the side. "I lost a finger because of you." She then smiled, rubbing the reattached finger. "Though to be honest, I'm more interested in meeting you because of my brother. He won't speak about you. That's not like him." She raised an eyebrow. "Jason's been arguing with Lex, questioning him and his decisions, his orders. That's not like him." Those eyes stared at Chloe as if she were a fascinating doll. "Davis is sulking and withdrawn from everyone but especially Jason, which is not like him either." She stepped closer. "And then, of course, there's the fact that the woman I loved like a sister had my boyfriend and I kidnapped and tortured. For you. And that was not like Patty. She's – she's a pacifist."

Chloe didn't back down as Tess drew closer. "I apologize for the acts that were done in my name and should I be able to repay you for your suffering somehow, in a way that doesn't go against my integrity, beliefs, or friends, then I will."

Tess eyed her before smiling darkly. "I'm considering your offer instead of scratching your eyes out like I usually would... and that's unlike me." The redhead eyed her before stepping away. "I'll be seeing you around, Balcoin Number One." And with that, she walked away to where Oliver, Lex, Davis and Jason were waiting for her in the parking lot, the men not giving Chloe a look as they turned and headed towards their fancy rich-children cars.

Chloe watched Tess leave and realized she'd just met the two most important women in both Jason and Lex's lives – and didn't know what to think about them or their interactions.

The graveyard was nearly empty, everyone already headed towards the Kents.

The blonde turned towards her father's grave, watching as two men began shoveling dirt over the coffin. She moved towards the grave and collapsed to her knees on the ground, watching silently up until the dirt completely covered her father's grave.

The men left wordlessly, the sun setting behind her as Chloe just stared at the grave.

A part of her didn't believe this was happening; that her father was dead and her two childhood best friends weren't here by her side. She'd tried calling Pete and Clark, tried telling them what'd happened, but they hadn't answered her calls and so she'd been forced to write an email to them, an email which was still unanswered. They were obviously doing something important, she could understand that, but a part of Chloe hated Clark and Pete for being in some exotic location with Lana Lang when Chloe needed them the most.

Couldn't they have found enough time for a text at least?

A crying emoticon mixed with a hugging emoticon would have been better than nothing.

A hand touched Chloe's shoulder as Diana knelt on the ground next to her, bringing the girl from her dark thoughts.

Chloe looked around her, surprised to realize that she wasn't as alone as she'd expected.

Whitney and Greg were standing directly behind her, almost as if protecting her.

Lucas and Mikhail stood silently to her left while Cassie and Faye were on her right.

Across from her, bending on his knee, Adam's gaze was on the grave.

Chloe knew that Adam Conant and Jake were already on the road, taking Mr Meade as far away as they could to where his mother and her Circle would keep him safe in a city and home Cassie didn't know of, just for safe measure. Melissa had decided to join them at the last minute, had tried to convince Faye to join and when her convincing had been in vain, she'd hugged Chloe, apologized because she wasn't "good at funerals" and had hurriedly left with the boys.

"Thank you, Mr Sullivan, for opening your home and heart to me," Diana whispered, voice shaking as she gazed at the grave. "Thank you for accepting me as if I were your daughter as well... And for giving me the nickname Dee." She gulped, voice softening. "No one's ever given me a nickname before." The brunette looked away, blinking her eyes furiously. "Keep an eye over us while you're in heaven, okay?"

Chloe gulped around the block of emotion wedged in her throat.

"Thanks for being a cool guy." Greg cleared his throat. "And for showing me how to fix my motorcycle that time it was giving trouble."

Chloe smiled softly at the memory of her father and Greg tinkering with Greg's beloved beast.

"Thanks for trusting us and always being there as backup whenever we needed you, even though you didn't have magic." Whitney took in a deep breath. "Don't worry about Chloe, we're going to take good care of her."

Chloe's hands began to tremble.

Lucas didn't say anything, merely picked up a flower that'd been tossed by the wind and threw it wordlessly on the grave.

Mikhail was silent as well, raising his hand towards the grave, the flower Lucas had tossed taking root before slowly other flowers began to emerge from the soil and bloom.

Chloe's whole body began shaking.

"I really didn't know you." Faye took in a jagged breath before giving the grave a little cheeky smile. "But don't worry, I'll make sure one of those guys don't knock up your daughter while they're 'taking good care' of her." She leaned closer. "I'll especially keep an eye on this Lucas guy for you because he seems somewhat shady."

Lucas merely flipped her the bird.

Faye raised an eyebrow before turning her gaze back on the grave. "Oh, yeah, definitely keeping an eye on that one."

A bark of laughter escaped Chloe's lips even as her eyes filled with tears.

Cassie merely stared blankly at the grave, her voice soft, sounding so much like a scared child it was pitiful. "Why do the people we love the most keep dying? Are we cursed?"

Chloe's gaze went to Adam, her greens meeting his blues, remembering a time when she'd wondered the very same thing. The blonde's voice wavered as she wiped at her eyes, forcing herself to stay in control of her emotions, to not break down. "No, we're not cursed." She pressed her fingers to her lips before resting them on the grave. "I love you, daddy." Standing, she turned to look at her Circle. "Let's go, Mrs Kent will start to worry if we don't arrive soon."

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Jason stared out of the window, cradling a glass of scotch as he stared at the full moon.

Their parents were definitely planning something, especially his mother, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Unable to sleep?"

Jason turned, surprised to see Davis. Ever since that drunken night of confessions from the both of them concerning the blonde Firstborn and their own obsessions with her, their friendship had been somewhat strained. "Yeah."

Davis joined him at the window, staring at the moon as well. "They say the full moon plays with our heads."

Jason shook his head before downing the rest of his drink. "The moon's not what we have to worry about."

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Faye hadn't been able to take it any longer, sneaking into Clark's bedroom and slipping out onto the roof from there, needing to get away from the others. What she hadn't expected was to find Chloe already there, staring at the stars. The brunette crawled her way towards the blonde and sat down next to her, staring up at the sky as well.

"I got sick of everyone looking at me so pitifully," Chloe admitted, not looking away from the moon.

"Understandable." Faye nodded, making a face. "I just couldn't take the crying. It's stupid. You're his daughter, you are the only one who has a right to cry and it's like you're the only one who hasn't."

Chloe took in a deep breath. "I can't, not right now."

Again, Faye could understand that.

"Thank you for staying and attending the funeral. You didn't have to." Chloe closed her eyes, the wind playing with her hair.

"Don't mention it." Faye cleared her throat, looking away.

"Your mother was somehow involved in Cassie's mother's death, wasn't she?" Chloe kept her eyes closed.

Faye's eyes widened in shock, the girl paling. "H-how-?"

"Every time Mikhail 'innocently' mentions Diana's dad, or what happened, you flinch and look away." Chloe hugged herself. "Diana does the same exact thing."

Faye's gaze lowered to her shoes. "My mother didn't kill Cassie's – but she was working along Mr Meade and knew what he was going to do."

"I see."

Faye stared at her shoes as if they held the answers to her life. "I only found out about it after everything and – I don't want Cassie to know."

"Cassie has a weakness for the darkness inside of her. She doesn't need her hatred fanned by anything." Chloe lay back against the roof's tiles, seeming to be bathing in the moonlight. "She'll never really completely trust or forgive Diana, but she'll be able to get on with her life if she's removed from those things. I'll make sure of it. She's my responsibility now – my baby sister." Chloe let out a deep sigh. "I'm still wrapping my head around everything. When it all registers, I think I'm going to have a mini nervous breakdown and hide in my room for days."

Faye nibbled on her bottom lip, annoyed with herself for her hesitance, which was so out of character for her. "I could help, you know. I mean, I know both Diana and Cassie well and I could act like a buffer, I guess." She gave a shrug. "Plus I did just promise your dad that I'd make sure you didn't become another teenage statistic – and that Lucas guy really is shady. I mean, when he thought I was you, he entered the changing room with you-me-us?" Faye made a face, wondering what the correct pronoun was, before shaking her head, feigning nonchalance as she rubbed her thumb over her exposed toes.

"You don't want to face your mother, do you?" Chloe asked softly.

Faye chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"Talk to her Faye, even if it's by phone." Chloe sighed. "Believe me, you don't want to take a parent for granted."

"Even if she's a killer?" Faye asked softly.

Chloe merely reached out and placed her hand on Faye's, offering her the only sort of comfort she could at that moment, eyes still closed. "Talk to her, and if she agrees with it, you can stay here, at least until you two have worked things out."

Faye smiled softly, her dimple showing as she stared ahead of her. "If you insist."

Chloe gave a weak little laugh, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

The two of them stayed up on that rooftop until it was time to go.

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Oliver shook his head, collapsing on the bed. "How can you be so calm about this – about everything? I just want to tear everyone apart!"

Tess sighed, sitting down on the bed next to her boyfriend. "Oliver, if we were in her shoes, our people would have done the same to her and hers. I can't take it personal, that's how things are."

Oliver groaned, throwing himself back on the bed. "We were tortured-"

"We only felt discomfort," she reminded softly. "Whatever Patricia gave us-."

"Oh, yes, Saint Patricia, Patron Saint of Traitors and Psychopaths!" Oliver snapped before covering his eyes with his hands. "I'm losing control, Merce. I don't know how much more I can take right now."

"Oliver, you're going to have to take much more and be a man about it." She didn't believe in babying anyone, not even him. "This is how things are and you're just going to have to get used to it."

"Just as sentimental as always I see." He laughed darkly.

Sighing, Tess laid down next to him, hand going to his heart. Nothing she could say would make him feel better, so she just laid there next to him.

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Diana and Faye were sharing her room while Cassie slept in what had been Moira's, Lucas and Mikhail making do on the pull out couch. It was a good thing they were moving house soon (the packing already having begun) because Chloe's family had just completely outgrown the house they were in. It was going to be sad to leave this place, she'd basically grown up in it, but her father had also been killed here and Chloe didn't think she would have been able to stay here even if they weren't being evicted.

Sitting by the bay window, Chloe stared outside, trying to wrap her head around how her life was going to change – had already changed. It was mind-shattering, terrifying, and as the blonde rested her forehead against the glass, she wished this was nothing but a horrible nightmare, and yet she knew it wasn't. It was horrifyingly real.

The blonde wiped at the silent tears falling down her cheeks as she turned to look at the bedroom. "Adam? Are you there?" Nothing, so she tried again. "I'm not mad if you're there, just – are you?"

Suddenly Adam appeared, sitting on the rug he claimed was so comfortable, hugging his knees to his chest, expression highly uncomfortable. "I can leave."

Chloe rose and went to the rug, sitting down opposite him as she continued to eye the man. "You shadowed John for most of your life."

He nodded in silence.

Chloe licked her lips. "What my father told me before he died – is it true?"

There was silence, and then Adam nodded once more.

The blonde lowered her head, gulping around the thick lump wedged in her throat.

It seemed that every time Chloe got one of her questions answered it opened up so many other questions, and she was just so tired of it all. At this moment she couldn't handle the secrecy and the lies, couldn't tolerate the intrigue and the hidden plots that seemed to now be ever a common occurrence in her life. She was just too sad, too tired, too beaten to handle this. She couldn't.

There-there was just so much she could handle in one day and there was no one in this room she had to be strong for.

For a moment she didn't react, emotions still half frozen as they'd been all day, but she couldn't keep it in any longer. She was tired, scared, lonely, hurt, and she missed her father so terribly her whole body ached and it was hard to breathe.

Unable to hold herself together anymore, Chloe cried out as she pushed up on her knees and wrapped her arms around Adam, holding him tightly as she began to sob into his chest.

His body went stiff, Adam's eyes wide as his hands remained at his side, obviously not used to this sort of thing or how to handle it. He seemed almost scared stiff and yet slowly his hands rose to awkwardly rub her back as soothingly as he could. Adam cleared his throat multiple times, removing his hands from her and bringing them back over and over again before finally he wrapped her in a hug.

Maybe she was taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't tell anyone that she'd broken down, maybe she was just sick of being strong for the day, maybe she just wanted someone to hug her and not say a word. Whatever it was truly didn't matter. Not to Chloe. Not at that moment. She merely clung to Adam's shirt and cried into his chest, later finding herself curled in his lap, the man cradling her in his arms much like one would a child.

That would be the one and only time she'd truly cry brokenheartedly over the death of her father, and the two of them were the only ones who'd ever know of it.

13th-Jul-2013 05:22 am (UTC)
Ohh my poor Chloe!!! at least she was able to grieve for her father.

Chloe's interactions with Genevieve and Tess were interesting. But loving Faye with her cracks on keeping on eye on Chloe so Lucas doesn't get her pregnant!!

Like always can't wait for more!!
15th-Jul-2013 04:54 am (UTC)
Yes, she was able to grieve, which is what she needs to do so she can heal.

Yeah, Faye definitely is gonna keep an eye on the boys, not that it's needed.
13th-Jul-2013 06:10 am (UTC)
Such a good chapter! Augh! So good!
15th-Jul-2013 04:54 am (UTC)
15th-Jul-2013 03:50 am (UTC)
Wow. Just Wow.
I lost my place and started at the beginning. Not an easy feat when there are sixty-two chapters.

Just so much has happened and there is so much to happen yet.

Gabe. Ouch. That is all I can say.

Love Lucas and casting Mxyzptlk as a sibling.

Also the casting of Byron Moore as the last brother was great. I love how you go back into Smallville history.

And I love the way your using Adam Knight so far.

Can't wait to see what around the corner.
15th-Jul-2013 04:56 am (UTC)
Oh wow, you had to go all the way back to the first chapter (wince)

Yeah, Gabe, it was his time!

I wanted the siblings to be (other than Diana and Cassie) all characters from early Smallville seasons, preferably s1 & s2, since if this were canon it would be around those seasons.
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