Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Lana Lang, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Nell Potter, Lex Luthor, Davis Bloome, Jason Teague, Tess Mercer, Oliver Queen...
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.
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The group stood outside the house as they said their goodbyes. Adam had been separated from his family for too long and now that his father had him back, (and had called the family to let them know what had happened), everyone was desperate to have the youngest Tentagel home. Even though those in the temporary Balcoin home hadn't been able to see or hear Adam (other than Chloe), they'd grown close to Adam and were hugging it out (at least the girls were) while the guys were giving manly handshakes.
"This will not be forgotten, Chloe Balcoin," Adrian Tentagel declared as he watched his son, who'd pulled Whitney aside, the two appearing to be in deep conversation. "I thought my son was forever lost to me; I'd given up all hope." He finally tore his gaze from his son and turned it on Chloe. "I will never be able to repay you for what you have done for my family."
It reminded her of what she'd told Adam not that long ago. "My father never should have done what he did to Adam. He stole so much from him that I'll never be able to make up for."
Adrian eyed her thoughtfully before taking in a deep breath. "If what Adam says is true – if Lionel, Janus and your father did release him – I will speak to Sigan and Wylt and find out the truth of this. I will contact you with whatever we discover."
"What can you tell me about the Seventh now?" Chloe knew it wasn't the time, knew she was pushing it, but she couldn't help it. "He could be out there."
"Let us hope that he isn't." Adrian frowned darkly. "There's a reason why the Seven became the Six, but it is a tale that is best told another night. What I can tell you is that a Balcoin played heavily in his imprisonment in the shadow realm."
"I'm guessing the reason why he was imprisoned and not killed was because, like with the Six, if one of the Original families dies off, the magic in all the families die." Chloe could see the shock on his face that she knew of this, knowing that this was truly the answer. "How long has he been imprisoned? From what I saw of Adam's memories, it made it seem like he'd been there for a very long time." But if so, it couldn't be the man at the school party because he hadn't seemed a day over twenty-five. "What did he do to be imprisoned?"
"When I return to you with the information as to whether he is free or not, I will explain things better," Adrian promised, bringing his hand down on Chloe's shoulder. "But for now, all I can tell you is that you of all people must be very careful. If he truly walks among us once more, we will all feel his wrath, but it is you whom he will visit his special hell upon."
"Why?" Chloe whispered. "I get that a Balcoin did a bit more to him than the other Six to kick him into his prison cell, but why so much hatred towards Balcoins?"
Adrian seemed to consider something before sighing. "Because, Chloe, the Balcoin that closed the key to his prison was his wife."
Chloe's eyes widened. "But if the Balcoin was powerful enough to close a shadow realm, she would have had to have been the head of the Clan."
Chloe felt a chill race down her spine. "Other than me, there have only been two female Firstborns in Balcoin history that I know of and Arabella Balcoin married someone who did not end up getting himself thrown into some sort of mystical prison."
"No, he didn't," Adrian agreed.
That chill became fingers of ice. "The first Balcoin." Her eyes widened. "He was the husband of the Original Balcoin." Seeing Adrian's slow nod, Chloe felt dizzy. "But how is that possible? How's he still alive?"
"I-I cannot explain it all at this moment."
She ran shaky fingers through her hair as she thought about another issue she had with what he was telling her. "The heads of the Six are not allowed to intermarry."
Adrian caught her green gaze and held it. "Now you know why."
Chloe opened her mouth to mention the man from the party but then shut it, realizing that it couldn't have been him. The Seventh had serious reasons for hating her family. He'd have killed her immediately had that been him. No. That guy had to have been someone else and thus her problem. She didn't want to involve Adrian in her problems more than she had to. Especially when she wasn't too sure she could trust him.
Adam appeared, wrapping the surprised blonde in a hug, which she slowly and awkwardly returned. She could see behind her that Faye, Cassie and Diana were all enjoying the view of Adam's backside, Cassie grinning with female appreciation, Diana nibbling on her bottom lip and Faye giving Chloe a devilish wink and a thumbs up.
Rolling her eyes at the girls, Chloe hugged Adam more genuinely, realizing she was going to miss him. She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the hug, surprised to realize that while she was happy he was whole once more, she was going to be sad to see him go. "Take care of yourself… and pick up a phone once in a while and let us know you haven't forgotten us."
"I know who you are," he whispered into her ear, reminding her of the notes he'd sent her for months before finally making contact.
"Who am I?" she asked softly, clutching at the back of his jacket, nostalgia hitting hard.
"What?" A cold chill raced down Chloe's spine as Adam's grip on her grew painful. "What are you – Adam, you're hurting me!" And yet, as she yanked away enough to look into his face, Chloe went frozen when instead of Adam Knight, the man from the party held her punishingly. "You."
He smiled darkly down at her. "You're like Georgie Porgie; kissing everyone left, right and center. But your kisses, like Georgie Porgie's, will only make the ones you kiss suffer." He reached out and grabbed her chin harshly, tilting her head painfully upwards. "Do you know why? Georgie Porgie?"
Chloe tried to fight him, tried to push him away, tried to use magic – but nothing.
He laughed, leaning forwards to tsk in her ear. "Still don't know who I am?"
She clawed at his hands, drawing blood, his laughter ringing in her ears as she dug in her nails and managed to tear his hands from her face. "You're the Seventh."
He tilted his head to the side. "That's all?"
"My ancestor, your wife, kicked your ass into some mystic prison until my father was stupid enough to release you in exchange for something." Chloe gulped.
He grinned. "What about the deal Francis Balcoin made with me? Has the brilliant investigative journalist figured that out yet? No? I thought not."
What? What did Francis Balcoin have to do with any of this?
"What about the exact nature of John's deal with me?" He eyed her curiously. "Still not ringing a bell?"
She clenched her fists. "This isn't a joke, this isn't a laughing matter!"
"Oh, I agree. It isn't. The genie's out of the bottle and the bottle's been destroyed." He moved towards her, reaching out to touch a lock of her hair. "The Six are going to beg to be sealed up in that hell-hole they left me in by the time I'm done with them."
Gasping, Chloe shot up, looking around her, disoriented. It took a couple of minutes for her to remember where she was, the blonde bringing her hands to her face as she told herself it was just a dream, just another dream. It wasn't anything important, just a sign that she was too stressed. It'd been two weeks since Adam had left, two weeks since Adrian had told her he'd try to find out what was happening and get back to her, two weeks of near peace.
In the background, Cassie and Diana were arguing in Shakespearean English, the girls quite uncomfortable on the stage of the auditorium. They still had to refer to cue cards sometimes when they were stuck, but otherwise seemed to be doing well. Chloe didn't know exactly what Greg had on the both of them to have gotten them to agree to step in so last minute like this, but she decided she didn't want to know. She'd gotten enough when publishing the story two weeks back about how the actresses originally playing Hermia and Helena had gotten into a fight over the actor playing Lysander (how ironic was that?) and when their understudies had gotten in the middle, trying to pull them apart, the four of them had somehow managed to fall off of the platform and had all broken something or another, ruining all of their chances at starring in the females roles. Again, Chloe had no idea what Greg had on her sisters, but they weren't doing too bad of a job and they did look nice so she figured she would just enjoy their torture. Also, since they had to practice every day after school, it meant Chloe knew where they were at all times, and all things considering, she appreciated that.
Chloe blinked away the sleep from her eyes, yawning, not surprised she'd had a nightmare given the fact that Byron had had another episode the night before. It hadn't been as bad as the first, but she'd stayed down below with him anyway and hadn't gotten any sleep, fretting over his condition while reading the Balcoin book of spells, trying to find a way to help him. So far, there wasn't any way to help anyone, just a lot of ways to hurt other people, terribly, and the descriptions had been chilling.
A shadow jumped over the back of the chairs in the auditorium and Van collapsed next to her, expression pinched. He didn't speak, merely slouched in the chair and gazed at the actors. He was in a bad mood and it was understandable.
Dawn Stiles had left Smallville.
Even with Brent gone, Dawn hadn't been able to get over what had happened to her, and Chloe could get that. She'd been forced to do things – the girl couldn't get over it. She couldn't handle being touched, even by Van, and she'd started having a phobia with guys. She needed psychiatric help. Her parents had a family friend who was a hot shot counselor for girls who'd been abused and they'd all moved to Washington so she could start seeing her. Van had understood why Dawn had left, why she couldn't see him anymore, but that didn't mean that it wasn't hitting him hard. Though to be honest, Chloe knew that what was really bothering Van wasn't that Dawn had left, he knew she needed this and he could be supportive. No. What was really eating Van was the fact that when the thing with Brent had been happening, when Dawn had needed him, he hadn't been able to see through what was happening and be there for her – to help her. Chloe had tried getting him to understand that there was no way he couldhave known what was going on, and yet Van was punishing himself over it.
Chloe reached out and placed her hand on Van's comfortingly.
"Is he dead?"
Chloe didn't need to ask who he was asking about. "Yes."
"Did you do it?"
Van tightened his grip on her hand. "Did it hurt?"
Her mind returned for a second to the sounds of his screams and his body being torn apart as he was eaten alive. "Unbelievably."
Silence descended on the two teens sitting in the darkened seats, staring at the platform as Puck enchanted the wrong lovers.
"You know, Byron, if your Dark personality keeps throwing me around like some sort of matchstick doll, my masculinity is gonna take a blow." Mikhail snorted in dark amusement from where he was seated, staring at Lucas and Byron's backs. A cool breeze played with his hair and he closed his eyes to the feel, to the relaxing sensation. They were enjoying the night sky on the back porch of the house they were renting, the inside seriously quiet due to the fact that the others were all out either at theatre or football practice.
"I'm sorry, I-" Byron looked away, ashamed.
"Are you kidding?" Lucas grinned, wrapping an arm around the thinner boy's neck as they leaned against the porch's wood railing. "Keeps us on our toes! Makes sure we don't get fat."
"I'm not the one who has to worry about getting fat." Mikhail snorted from where he was seated on the porch swing.
Lucas' lips parted. "Take that back! It's muscle! You wouldn't know because you're nothing but a string bean!"
Miknail sneered, smiling darkly. "Of course."
Lucas glared at him before turning to Byron. "Tell him this is muscle."
"It's muscle," Byron repeated obediently.
Faye slapped Lucas' ass as she passed by to sit down next to Mikhail on the porch swing, a bottle of Pepsi in her hand; the girl seriously addicted to those things. "Look how it jiggles. That isn't muscle."
Lucas's lips parted once more. "I am not fat!"
Mikhail sent Faye an amused smile.
She returned it.
Lucas glared at the both of them. "Screw you, the both of you." With that, he turned to Byron. "Next time you go Dark Byron, you knock him out."
Byron fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.
Faye kicked out with her foot, hitting Lucas in his butt. "Insensitive much?"
"Woman!" Lucas twirled on her, rubbing his butt which stung from the kick. "What is your fixation with my butt?"
"It's so big and jiggly," Faye taunted before bursting out into laughter when Lucas flipped her off. "You've got a bubble-butt, Lucas."
Lucas grabbed his ass, clearly worried about it, before glaring at her. "I don't have a bubble butt."
"I feel like playing I Like Big Butts And I Can't Deny every time you walk into the room," Faye continued teasing.
"There's a thought." Mikhail smirked to Byron, who couldn't keep the grin off of his face no matter how hard he tried.
"Screw you three." Lucas pouted, folding his hands over his chest.
The three dark haired teens shared a look and burst out laughing at poor Lucas' expense.