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The New Circle 65/? 
17th-Jul-2013 07:04 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!


Faye could feel the magic acting inside of her, voices whispering, a desire, an impulse trying to surge forward and take control. She fought over the control, fought to remain in the driver's seat as she stumbled out of the abandoned hallway into the large room with the skylight and the Olympic sized pool. The room was dark and she couldn't find the light switch, so she was forced to narrow her eyes and use the light from the moon above to try and scan the large room. At first there was no sign of Jason Teague, Coach and hottest PE teacher ever, but then she noticed something in the water and hurried towards the edge of the pool.

There, floating on his back in the middle of the pool, was Jason Teague, with what seemed like blood gushing from his head. Faye looked left and right but realized that there was no way she'd be able to reach for him from the sides of the pool. The girl groaned at the thought of getting her clothes wet and chlorine in her hair. And if that was really blood then wouldn't that mess up her clothes? The guy was not thathot! And yet she kicked off her shoes and jacket before she dove into the water, swimming towards the guy.

Reaching his side, Faye hissed at the gash on the back of his head. Brent must have bashed him over the head with something sharp while the guy had his back to him, which made sense because Brent just looked like the cowardly type of guy to do that, and otherwise Jason would have been able to use his magic to protect himself. Faye shook her head as she swam them back to the shallow end and somehow dragged him out of the pool and onto the ground, groaning as she lowered him and felt for a pulse. There was a weak one, but one that was there nonetheless.

"Now I have to drag your butt back." Faye groaned, not at all feeling up to this. "Great. Just great."

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People were starting to try and leave the room and that just wouldn't do.

It took all of Chloe's attention to reach out and magically pull people back into the building while flinging the tables up against the windows to block them and hold them in place. She'd knocked over ever single one of the punch holders, got in the middle of some of the worst fights (knocking the people out) and tried to stay clear of those who were definitely more lovers than fighters. She couldn't see Whitney anywhere though and was worried about that because he might have slipped out while she was busy doing things. That meant he was out there by himself, probably naked, and easy prey for Qandisa when she arrived.

She was growing a little tired from the constant use of magic and yet pushed away the slight fatigue as she swung her hands apart from each other, sending Mrs Harmon and Mrs Tran flying apart and sitting them both down on seats on the opposite side of the room.

Finally the doors swung open and Faye arrived, dragging an unconscious Jason with her, collapsing in tiredness as they finally reached inside.

Chloe's eyes widened and she hurried towards them. "He's bleeding!"

"Looks like he got conked on the back of the head with something sharp." Faye whimpered, holding onto her sides tightly, face pale. "Chloe, I don't think I can hold onto this any longer. The force I used to get him here-"

"Why didn't you levitate him back?" Chloe asked in confusion, having expected the brunette to do that.

Faye looked at her with wide eyes before cursing, laying back down on the ground. "You've got to be joking! Why didn't I think about that?"

"Doesn't matter." Chloe's palm moved to the doors which closed and dead-bolted now that they were inside. "It's going to get hot in here."

"It already is hot in here." Faye groaned, body twitching, voice pained.

"It's about to get hotter." Chloe took in a deep breath. "You need to sweat out the liquid in your body." She stood with her hands to her sides, palms pointing outwards as she closed her eyes, beginning the spell she'd learnt while under Nell Potter's tutelage and yet hadn't ever had a chance to use – and would now be magnifying the intended effects to a hundred fold. "Flameless fire, grant me heat." She took in a deep breath, whispering the chant softly as she could feel her Hibbins magic buzzing under her skin, rippling around her as around them, the air started to grow hotter and hotter.

Those who were still fighting or… otherwise… soon stopped their activities, more tired with the heat as they began fanning themselves, their bodies beginning to glisten with the sweat that was forming. Those who weren't already naked began to pull at their clothes, some hurrying to the punch bowl and howling when they found the punch completely gone.

The plants inside began to slowly wither.

"Hottttttttt!" Faye complained.

This was going to take forever this way and Chloe could feel time was running out. Also, she still couldn't see Whitney anymore and was terrified that he was out there somewhere.

"Sorry, guys," Chloe whispered before she let her Balcoin magic begin to seep through as well, and the warmth intensified as if they were inside a raging inferno. People's skins were red from the heat as they collapsed to the ground, and yet they weren't burning, merely suffering from the intense warmth as they sweat crazily, all lifeless in the scalding heat, a couple of them twitching on the ground... which was beginning to gleam with a thin coat of water.

Closing her eyes tightly, finding it harder to breathe since the oxygen was being consumed, Chloe felt her eyes shift as she finally let the Balcoin magic completely loose, the girl even gasping as the heat was so horrible, she couldn't open her eyes. Despite her fear that maybe it was too much, Chloe pressed on, letting her Balcoin magic and Hibbins magic consume those around her in blinding heat... and when there was almost no oxygen left, Chloe pulled it all back within her and turned to the door, unlocking it and letting in much needed air, much needed coolness.

In front of her, everyone had collapsed, unconscious, yet breathing. All around them were pools of colored water; tainted liquid.

Chloe went to Faye, making sure she was fine before pulling off her jacket and bunching it up, pressing it to Jason's injured head, making sure to stop the bleeding.

That was when she felt it, that inhuman magic.

Qandisa was coming...

...and Whitney wasn't here.

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"You just let her go?" Mikhail frowned, glaring at his sisters, pissed off at them for this and for Trent and Brendan being there at this very second to see the disorder and confusion in this household.

"She ordered us to stay." Diana folded her arms over her chest.

"Said we'd be a distraction." Cassie was obviously unhappy with that, leaning against the wall. "Left us babysitting Van and the crying girl."

"Dawn," Diana supplied.

"Her." Cassie shrugged. "They're upstairs. He's trying to get her to stop crying."

Diana reached for her phone when it beeped, the girl's eyes widening as she brought her phone to her ear. "Where have you been? I've been calling you – she what?" Diana frowned. "Why didn't she call me?"

Cassie pushed away from the wall. "What is it?"

"Talk louder, Greg. I can't hear you too well." Diana ignored Cassie, turning from her siblings as she listened harder to whatever he was saying. "Wait, what?"

"What's going on, Diana?" Lucas stepped forwards.

Diana raised her hand for him to leave her alone.

"Put it on goddamn speaker phone, Diana!" Mikhail snapped.

Clearly annoyed with them all, Diana twirled around and did so, sending Mikhail a little glare. "You're on speakerphone, Greg. You wanna repeat that for the rest of the class?"

"Chloe called me a couple of minutes back, said that Brent Greene had somehow gotten a hold of a spoon that somehow channeled the Moroccan demon goddess Qandisa and that was what he'd been using against Dawn. I don't know the details. All I do know is apparently the spoon can also be used to make people insane, which is part of a ritual of payment to Qandisa, and Chloe had to basically sweat the magic out of everyone in the party, but Jason's hurt, Faye's out cold, Whitney's disappeared, and Qandisa is on her way." He took in a deep breath. "I'm here, everyone's unconscious and either naked or half naked, but I can't find Chloe or Whitney anywhere. I have found Whitney's clothes though."

Cassie blinked at that one.

Mikhail turned to Lucas. "Come on."

Lucas nodded, already halfway towards the door, Brendan and Trent following after.

Cassie and Diana made for the door.

Mikhail turned and held his hand up. "Not you two."

"But-!" The girls tried to protest.

"She told you two to stay here. You don't want to piss her off, do you?" And with that, Mikhail smirked before slipping out of the door and slamming it shut.

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"Whitney!" Chloe stormed through the school, cursing the winding hallways and multitude of rooms. She'd rushed to the pool first but there'd been nothing and no one there, so she'd just taken a direction at random and had been searching for Whitney ever since. She'd heard Greg's motorcycle arrive twenty odd minutes earlier and had gone to the nearest window to gaze down and know for sure it was him, before grinning in relief knowing the others would be fine and continuing on her search. "WHITNEY FORDMAN! WHERE ARE YOU?"

There was no sound except the wind rattling against the windows.

"WHITNEY!" She cupped her hands to her mouth, her voice echoing and yet met with no other sound, no response.

The girl was really starting to get nervous and when she heard another motor arriving, she frowned and went to the window once more, staring out to see Mikhail, Lucas, Trent and a mystery guy she vaguely recalled from the warehouse also, entering the school. She blinked in surprise at that and would have pushed away from the window to continue her search had she not notice shadows shifting almost towards the back of the school and caught sight of Whitney Fordman before the building blocked him from her gaze.

Blinking, the blonde wondered what Whitney was doing outside and why he'd be heading behind the school. There was nothing out there except for the pond.

Chloe's eyes widened.

The pond.

No!

She felt panic unlike she'd ever before, the blonde bolting down the hallway towards the closest fire escape, throwing the door open as she began an extremely rapid and dangerous journey down the fire escape stairs on the outside of the building. She brought her Hamsa design to her lips, whispering against it "Whitney-Whitney please!" praying to all that was holy that she'd make it on time, that she wouldn't lose him. The blonde flung herself over the side of the fire escape once she was close enough to the ground, grunting as her knees took the brunt of the fall, but the girl ignored the pain as she raced around the building and hurtled down the steep slope towards where the grove of trees hid the icky, moss-covered pond that the school was planning on doing some much needed landscaping on.

"WHITNEY!" she screamed as loudly as she could, tripping and falling to her knees, only barely keeping from tumbling all the way down. "WHITNEY!" The girl finally made it to the bottom of the slope and raced into the grove, her heart racing and jumping up into her throat as she finally saw Whitney.

He was slowly walking into the pond, and in the middle of the pond stood a beautiful woman with her arms outstretched towards the Quarterback.

"Whitney..." Chloe felt terror grab her throat as she raced forwards, wading into the water and stopping in front of him, hands out on his chest, trying to stop him. "Whitney, stop."

"Isn't she beautiful?" Whitney only had eyes for Qandisa. "I love her so much, I'm so lucky she chose me."

"She didn't choose you." Chloe shook her head, gasping as he continued forwards, forcing her backwards deeper into the water so that it rose to her knees. "Whitney, this is a spell and she's going to kill you. Eat you. You're going to die a horrible death and I won't let her have you!"

"You're lying," Whitney snapped, his blues lowering to Chloe with such hatred, she found herself breathless. "She loves me and I love her."

"No, you don't." She shook her head, keeping her hands on his chest, keeping her back to the creature as she stared up at Whitney, begging him to see through the spell. "You're under an illusion right now. She has you thinking you're in love with her. That she loves you back. She doesn't really care about you at all."

"How is that different from what you do?" Whitney's words were like a slap. "You do the exact same thing to others; play with their feelings, make them think they feel something – that you feel something."

"It's different and you know it!" Chloe fought the tears that stung her eyes. "Whitney, I can't control what I do and even if I abuse that ability for my own ends sometimes, I still don't plan on killing anyone! If I could get rid of the Enthrall, I would!"

"I don't care." His eyes were blank as they returned to stare above Chloe's shoulder at Qandisa. "She loves me. I love her. I will never be happy unless I'm with her."

"No." Chloe shook her head, giving a cry when Whitney grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her away from her as he continued his way towards the demon goddess. Chloe surfaced, wiping her eyes as she raced after Whitney through the water and somehow managed to get in between them once more, refusing to give up, to let him go. How many times had she been out of control and Whitney had been there for her? How many times had he managed to reach through to her when no one else could? How many times had he been there for her when no one else had been? "Whitney, please."

"I don't want to hurt you, Chloe." Whitney stared down at her hard, his movements continuously driving them closer to Qandisa, the both of them now hip deep in the murky water. "But if you try to get in my way one more time, I will."

They were so close to that creature that if Whitney tossed her away again, Chloe was terrified she wouldn't get to him on time again. "Whitney..." She placed her hand with his sign over his heart. "I know you're in there and that this isn't what you want to do. I know you're stuck in there." She stared up into his eyes as she tried to reach him. "Everything's alright. I'm not going to let you go anywhere or be hurt. Ipromise you." Her voice trembled. "I won't let you leave me."

"You don't have a choice." He went to push her away.

"I'm not losing you." Chloe dodged his attempt to push her away and did the only thing she could think of. Pushing up on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around his neck, Chloe brought her mouth to Whitney's and kissed him. It wasn't like the kiss they'd shared earlier, the blonde pulling him closer as instead of doing her best to reign in her Enthrall, Chloe instead bypassed the pink mist altogether and pushed in some of her own magic into him. Like every single time he'd managed to snap her out of it, she reciprocated, kissing him deeply as she slowly funneled that magic down his throat.

Whitney's hands first tried pushing her away before slowly, unsurely, resting on her hips as his mouth moved against hers.

Relief and happiness filled Chloe as an explosion of magic rippled out from Whitney, her lips curving in the kiss as she pushed harder on her tiptoes, arms tightening around Whitney and pulling him closer. The second Whitney's grip on her hips tightened and his lips moved harder against hers, the trees around them caught on fire, the water around them bubbling as a shriek of fury echoed. The sound finally pulled them apart enough to turn to look at the creature, no longer appearing beautiful and serene as Qandisa threw herself at them – only to hit the invisible shield that'd come up between the teenagers and the creature.

"He's mine!" Qandisa snarled, raking her claws against the barrier. "I was summoned! I was promised! I did my share, now I demand payment!"

"I didn't summon you, I didn't promise you anything, and you did nothing from me." Chloe glared up at the monstrous female, tightening her grip on Whitney. "You will not have him. He's mine."

"But I was promised," Qandisa hissed. "And I will collect!"

"You left me for him?" Brent's voice snarled behind Chloe, holding the ancient spoon in his hand as he stood at the edge of the pond. "What does he have that I don't? I'll make you love me!"

Chloe's eyes widened. "Brent. Stay out of the water."

"Why?" he hissed, coming into the pond knee deep rebelliously. "You think that that way I wouldn't know he's naked?" He drew nearer, menacingly. "You'll love me just as much as I love you or I'll kill you! No one else can have you! No one-!" What seemed like a tentacle reached out from the water and curled around Brent, yanking the boy past Whitney and Chloe towards Qandisa.

Whitney pulled Chloe to his chest, facing away from the creature and her prey. He quickly covered Chloe's ears with his hands, muffling the sounds of screams and pleads and breaking bones and sliced skin. Whitney kept his own eyes closed, his face hidden in Chloe's hair. Chloe's eyes were wide, only able to see Whitney's chest, and yet the muffled sounds of torture and feasting were enough to give her a visual of what was happening. She finally closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against Whitney, hands on his chest before curling around to hug him tightly, shaking at the realization that the one screaming in agony could have been Whitney. If she'd been too late – if she hadn't been able to get to him on time – he'd be dead.

Trembling, Chloe held on tightly to Whitney, almost afraid to let go.

Finally the sounds muted to nothing, the waves no longer violent against them.

All was silent.

All was still.

Whitney slowly raised his head, staring in Qandisa's direction before slowly removing his hands from Chloe's ears. "They're gone."

Chloe raised her head from his chest, opening her eyes towards the middle of the pond, finding nothing and no one. Even the spoon was gone, which was most probably a very good thing. They didn't need someone else finding that and using it for their own ends.

"So – your flirtation with Brent Greene makes slight sense now." Whitney cleared his throat. "I have to say, that threw my game a little tonight, trying to figure out what the hell was going on."

"People need to stop Dabbling in magic," Chloe whispered, leaning her forehead against his chest once more, letting out a little shaky sigh. "I almost lost you tonight." Her grip around him tightened as her body shook. "I-I don't think-it's you and me, remember?" She gulped. "Has been from the start. Nothing that's happened has changed that."

He was silent, hesitating before resting his hands on her shoulders. "Why didn't you just Enthrall me?"

She raised her tear-filled gaze up to look into his face. "What?"

"If you'd Enthralled me, it'd be two forces fighting inside of me, would have probably been easier than trying to reason with me when you realized I wasn't the one in control at the moment." Whitney stared down at her, an intense expression on his face. "So why didn't you do that?"

"I would never do that to you," Chloe whispered, a little hurt. "Especially not on purpose. Why would you-?"

Whitney stared down at her before cursing softly, looking away as he ran a hand over his hair. "You really don't wanna Enthrall me."

"Of course I don't." She felt confused.

"Chloe? Don't take this the wrong way," Whitney whispered before his arms lowered down her shoulders and to her wrists, trapping them behind Chloe's body and arching the surprised blonde into him before he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.

Chloe's eyes flew open, confusion and fear rising within her as she could feel her Enthrallment (which was just so much more active since John's and Francis' magic had joined hers) coming alive, snaking it's way up her throat towards Whitney. She tried to pull free, tried to escape, and yet Whitney held onto her arms tighter and forcefully (yet not painfully at all) kept her against him as he kissed her deeper. Chloe was desperate, terrified as the Enthrallment reached the tip of her tongue. She didn't want to Enthrall Whitney. She didn't! She didn't want him to act the way Brent had! The way anyone Enthralled by her did! It'd ruin their friendship! Their partnership! It'd ruin everything!

No! No! She didn't want it! She wouldn't! She couldn't! No! No! No...

Chloe gasped into the kiss, shock filling her body as she realized the Enthrallment was curling around in her mouth before slowly returning down her throat and away from Whitney. Tears of relief filled those green eyes as she felt the Enthrallment return to its dormant state within her.

They slowly pulled away, staring silently into the other's eyes.

Whitney gave a crooked little smile and tilted his head to the side, scratching at his temple. "Did it work? Because I don't feel like what I'd expect "Enthralled" to feel like."

Chloe just continued to look up into Whitney's face in silence.

Whitney cleared his throat, looking away, a blush creeping up his neck. "I – I didn't mean anything weird by – I was proving to you that you're stronger and more in control than you seem to realize you are and – don't – uh – I-"

"I, uh, I wasn't the one kissing you," Chloe finally spoke, looking away. "You've kissed me before and nothing's happened."

"But those were different sorts of kisses! And they were shorter than that one was!" Whitney's eyes widened.

"Still..." Chloe licked her lips, needing to know for sure that this wasn't a fluke, that she could… "I..." Her greens rose to his. "Don't take this the wrong way..." She hesitated nonetheless, seeing Whitney's eyes widen, before she pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. It was a soft kiss, uncertain as her hands rested on his chest, her lips moving against his. This time, as his hands rested on her hips, the Enthrallment didn't even activate, not even as Chloe's hands slowly trailed up to curl around his neck, opening her mouth to the kiss.

Tears of joy and relief began to trickle down Chloe's face as she finally pulled away, smiling up into Whitney's face. "I can control it."

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Diana walked back and forth, unable to believe that she was there doing nothing while something was obviously happening! What use to Chloe was she if she kept leaving her behind like a kid? Like a liability? What if Chloe was hurt? What if-?

The marker on the dry marker board she'd bought for Adam lifted and neat, masculine handwriting began to be written on the board. WHY ARE YOU SO NERVOUS?

She licked her lips, still not used to the fact that there was someone else here she couldn't see, and yet a part of her thought it was one of the coolest things ever. It was like having her own personal ghost – and then another part of her was pissed off at herself for that because it couldn't be wonderful for Adam. He had suffered so much due to the Balcoins that the fact that he didn't hate them because of John just said millions of incredible things about his character. About the type of person he was. "Chloe might be in trouble. I'm worried because she wouldn't let me go with her to check it out and took Faye instead."

There was a pause and then the writing continued below. I WILL CHECK ON HER FOR YOU.

Diana's eyes widened. "You'd do that for me?"

The marker lowered to its holder and then there was nothing.

She hugged herself tighter, anxious, wondering how long she'd have to wait for-

The marker raised once more, writing below the last sentence. SHE IS FINE... MIGHT CATCH A COLD THOUGH.

Diana blinked at that in confusion, wishing more than ever that she could actually see Adam Knight's face and get an idea of what in the world he was talking about. "So you can just pop to wherever Chloe is?"

BECAUSE HER MAGIC CURSED ME.

Diana nibbled on her bottom lip. "I'm sorry about that."

YOU DIDN'T CURSE ME.

"I know that." She was glaring at the air and felt stupid for that. "But my father did."

The eraser rose and began removing his writing on the board, lowering again before the marker rose to write in the freed space. IT HASN'T BEEN SO BAD LATELY. ESPECIALLY SINCE I GOT THIS NIFTY DRY MARKER BOARD. THAT WAY I DON'T HAVE TO PESTER CHLOE ALL THE TIME IF I WANT TO CONVERSE WITH SOMEONE. THANK YOU FOR THAT, BY THE WAY.

She smiled softly. "You're welcome."

There was a pause, a clear hesitation, before the marker returned to the board. I THOUGHT SHE LIKED JASON.

Diana blinked in utter surprise at that extremely random comment. "I don't know. So far it seems like Team Lex and Team Jason have pulled out of the fight, so I don't know if I really am supporting either of them. And while she's attracted to both in different ways, I don't think that she ever let herself trust them enough to really like them. I don't know if she ever will." She then wondered if maybe Adam liked Chloe, and it'd make sense. The blonde was the only one who could see him and he did sleep in her bedroom. Diana frowned slightly as she eyed the floating marker. "Why'd you bring it up?"

Again there was hesitation before the marker began writing. WHEN I FOLLOWED HER BEFORE, WHEN SHE STILL COULDN'T SEE ME… I THOUGHT SHE LIKED HIM. I THOUGHT THEY WERE IN LOVE. BUT HE LEFT HER AND, WELL, NOW SHE… There was another bit of hesitation as the marker merely floated above the board before continuing. I EXPECTED HER TO BE IN MOURNING. TO NEED TIME TO GET OVER JASON. The marker tapped against the board almost nervously before the next bit came out. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WOMEN.

A bark of laughter escaped Diana's lips. "Welcome to the world of normal men, Adam Knight."

WHAT ABOUT WHITNEY?

"You mean romantically?" Diana licked her lips, surprised by the question. "I honestly have no idea. I know she loves him and he loves her, and I know they trust each other, but I don't think either of them would risk losing what they have. But it's not as if they haven't kissed before. It's just – their relationship seems much more than just romantic. It's… I can't find the right word for it really."

The marker flicked in the air before going to the board. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE SOME TOWELS READY FOR THEM WHEN THEY GET BACK. I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO. BYE & THANKS FOR THE TALK.

Diana blinked. That was not at all what she'd expect to read and wondered why he sounded so odd. "Uh, sure."

Somehow she could tell he was already gone.

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"Do I even want to know?" Mikhail raised an eyebrow as he and the others met an awkward looking Chloe and Whitney at the front of the school, both of them soaked, refusing to look at the other and Whitney wearing nothing but Chloe's jacket tied around his hips and barely covering his privates.

Chloe gave him a tired little smile. "Hey, Mik, Lucas..." her gaze went to where Brendan and Trent were, eyebrow raising, "and company." She moved towards the boys, who straightened. "Boys, long time no see. How are you?"

"They think we're keeping you all to ourselves and don't want you to interact with them." Lucas folded his arms over his chest. "They've come to tell you to make time for them or they'll take their business elsewhere."

Brendan and Trent sent him a glare.

Trent turned his gaze on Chloe. "We – the men – with Patricia and John both gone, we feel the need to be addressed by you."

Brendan nodded. "We swore loyalty to your dad and now since you're the next head, we work for you, but we feel ignored, neglected, unwanted."

"It wasn't my intention to make you feel that way." Chloe raised her head. "But believe me, had you been unwanted, I wouldn't have made a deal with Lex Luthor to keep you all safe from any attempt at revenge from his Circle for what you did to his sister and her boyfriend."

Their eyes widened, but Brendan was the one to talk. "That's why we haven't been attacked?"

Trent eyed Chloe silently.

The blonde nodded. "Let's talk about this at home before we all catch our deaths."

"Everyone's fine inside, in case you're wondering." Greg appeared, a still unconscious Faye in his arms and Whitney's clothes over his shoulder. "I called Lex and he came to get Jason, so he's fine, and the others just need to sleep it off so I'm leaving them there." He paused and snickered at Whitney's state of undress. "Nice legs."

"Stuff it, Arkin," Whitney grumbled, blushing in embarrassment as he grabbed his clothes from Greg's shoulder.

Mikhail was curious as to why exactly Whitney and Chloe weren't looking at each other given the fact that out of everyone, it was more than obvious that Whitney was Chloe's right hand. Maybe it was the fact that Whitney was naked. Whatever. He didn't care. They were all fine, the boys had been put in their places for doubting Mikhail and he'd been able to participate in some way in a situation Cassie and Diana had been barred from.

All in all, that made for a great night.

Comments 
18th-Jul-2013 03:37 am (UTC)
And now I'm back on Team Whitney!! XDDD Shall there be anymore kisses???

Like that Chloe told the guys that even though she hasn't had the time she is protecting them.
19th-Jul-2013 12:13 am (UTC)
LOL. Not saying! :p

Yeah, they needed to hear that, although she *should* make some time to visit.
18th-Jul-2013 05:49 am (UTC)
i say it again chloe/harem is the only thing working here.... great chapter!!!
18th-Jul-2013 07:22 am (UTC)
here here for the Chloe/harem!!!
19th-Jul-2013 12:13 am (UTC)
Haha! Unfortunately I doubt there'll be a harem in this story!
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