Title: The New CircleFandoms: Smallville/Secret CircleCharacters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...Rating: TDisclaimer: Don't own any original material used in the television series or artwork, they belong to their respective creators. I have merely tweaked them for my story.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.A/N : NEVER been to Romania, so my information is from research. Sorry if I get anything wrong!
Zod leaned against the door, an eyebrow raised, his expression blank.
Jason sat by the table, his phone clutched tightly in his hand.
Whitney leaned against the doorway that lead towards the area that had the rooms, his gaze impatient.
Adam sat on the sofa, clearly nervous as he leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees and shook his leg.
Chloe hugged her chest and sat on a single seat, her gaze going from one guy to the other, the awkwardness in the whole RV escalating to a whole different level. She waited for someone to start the conversation, since they obviously knew more than they'd let on and she was waiting for an explanation as to why, but no one seemed to be forthcoming with said explanation so the girl finally gave in and started the conversation herself. "So… when one of us feels an intense emotion, the others feel it too. I've only just discovered this." She did her best not to look in Adam's direction so as to not single him out. "But I have the feeling you all figured it out before now so the questions on my mind are how long ago did you realize it and why didn't you tell me?"
All that met her was silence.
The girl frowned. "How long?"
Surprisingly enough, it was Adam who answered, the boy's gaze fixed on her. "Before Romania."
That answer shocked her. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not exactly something I can think of a way of easily putting into words." Whitney snorted. "Hey! Welcome back from the dead! You know when you were making out all hard and heavy with Coach Teague right after he returned to Smallville? Well, believe it or not, it gave me a raging boner and I was in a completely different building!"
Chloe's eyes widened as a blush covered her cheeks.
"Exactly." Whitney blushed as well in embarrassment. "Worse part was I was with Faye, Byron and Victor at the time."
"Oh dear." Chloe flinched. "Victor."
"Exactly. The guy is more observant than a spy satellite." Whitney shivered. "I still think he figured out something but just didn't say anything so as to not embarrass me more than I already was."
"We're getting off-topic here." Jason cleared his throat. "The point is that the bracelets have us connected and we need to figure out more about that connection and how to live with it while we areconnected."
"We just do," Zod spoke up. "There's no way around it, we're forced to deal with it until she doesn't need our life-force to sustain her own life."
Chloe licked her lips, a thought entering her mind. "So, which one of you is responsible for the mental groping I went through while Whitney was trying to explain to everyone about the Caves?"
"Yeah." Whitney nodded, his eyes narrowed. "I'd like to know that too because we seriously need to set some ground rules here. I seem to get the raw side of the deal every single time and it's not fair!"
"That was me, my bad, sorry." Jason cleared his throat, uncomfortable as he tapped his phone against the table. "To be fair, I wasn't trying to do anything. I didn't even realize that you were being affected until I realized that Whitney was being affected." He took in a deep breath and turned his hazels on Chloe, somewhat sheepish. "I was… uhm…" He cleared his throat. "I was imagining touching you. That's all. I didn't mean for you to apparently actually feel what I was imagining doing to you."
Chloe's throat went dry and she swallowed hard at the realization that the connection was that strong that mere thought could manifest physically.
"Well, now you know," Zod's voice went low. "So keep your perverted thoughts away from her."
A muscle ticked in Jason's cheek. "Just as soon as you stay away from her door at night."
Chloe blinked in shock at that one as her gaze turned to Zod in question.
"She's my wife," Zod responded. "I'll do whatever I want to."
Jason sneered. "How I heard it, she's actually my wife and you're the lizard who's trying to butt in where he doesn't belong."
Zod snarled, eyes going reptilian as he moved forwards.
Jason's eyes shifted instinctually as he rose to meet Zod.
Chloe cried as she shot to her feet and raced to get in between them, holding her hands out between them, palms on each of their chests. This was exactly why she was in this RV and not the other! "Guys,stop it! I'm not your wife, either of you! So get over it already!"
Both of then snarled at her.
She blinked and looked back and forth between them warily. "Really? You're gonna snarl at me? That's how you're gonna decide who gets to 'keep' me or something barbaric like that?" She rolled her eyes. "Is this a Dragon thing? Because I can tell you right now that the human in me does not find this appealing."
Zod glared at her. "When you no longer need him to survive, I will kill. Don't think I was merely jesting when I said that. I will not share you with him."
Jason sneered. "Right back at you, grandpa."
Jason pushed against Chloe's palm against his chest.
So did Zod.
"Enough already!" Chloe snapped, annoyed because neither of them were listening, she didn't have the power to force them to, and neither Adam nor Whitney seemed of the mind to come and help her. "I thought these damn bracelets were supposed to create a bond! So far you guys have done nothing but go after each other's necks! How are we supposed to work together and actually make it through this alive if we're trying to kill each other every two seconds? If it's like that then I say let's save Rao the trouble and-!" Suddenly the wind was knocked out of her, and with a cry, Chloe fell to her knees on the floor of the RV.
She vaguely realized that the fighting had stopped and the guys were around her, their voices disorienting and nightmarish, but she didn't concentrate on that, the blonde staring at the shadows in the RV as they skirted around the edges as if alive. The girl felt compelled, unable to gaze away from the shadows as they once more formed a shape, this time large and monstrous, almost humanoid, and yet its head was clearly inhuman, almost canine.
Suddenly the shadows dispelled, losing their form.
Chloe took in a deep breath as she turned to look up into Whitney's eyes, the blonde the one who'd shaken her. "What?"
Whitney frowned at her. "We're not enough. You're still fading too quickly."
"Huh?" She was disoriented, and raised a hand to her throbbing head.
"We need to find those Stones." Adam helped Whitney lift her up and lay her down on the sofa despite her (ignored) protests. "I'm going to go find the others and let them know what's happening."
"I'm fine," Chloe called after Adam, the RV door closing on her yell. "I just got dizzy, that's all." She took in a deep breath. "There's no need to cause a panic over something that no one can do anything about right now."
Zod grabbed her by the front of her shirt and lifted her up off of the sofa.
"What are you doing?" Jason snapped.
"Put her down!" Whitney growled.
Chloe glared at Zod. "I'm not in the mood, Zod. I'm too tired to deal with you right now."
Zod frowned down at her, something akin to worry on his face as he lowered her back down. "The Sanguine's right, we are not enough. If you were close to your full strength, you would have tried, and failed, to punch me for manhandling you like that."
"You were testing me?" Chloe gawked at him.
"I believe our discord might have made things worse." Zod took in a deep breath as his gaze turned to Jason. "For now, at least, we cannot be at odds with each other; not when our energies are tied to one another and her."
"You offering a truce, Major?" Jason raised an eyebrow.
"A momentary one," the Dragon in human form replied. "Until we can find the Stones and finish the ritual." His gaze went to Chloe before he took in a deep breath and turned to face Jason. "It's the only way I see her surviving this, and even then, it's only fifty/fifty."
"Gees, thanks." Chloe snorted.
Jason tilted his head to the side as he observed the Dragon. "You just want her so you can breed with her and have Dragon kids. I actually give a damn about her, as a person. That's why I'm doing this." He reached out and clasped Zod's hand, giving it a firm shake, eyes narrowed. "And that's why, half or not, I'll be the one to kill you when she doesn't need the four of us to survive anymore."
Zod shook Jason's hand and they parted.
"They've completely ignored the fact that you've straight-out told them you're not married to or planning on marrying either of them." Whitney collapsed on the seat next to Chloe with a sigh as he scratched the side of his head. "No wonder you have a headache."
Chloe nodded as she rested her forehead against his shoulder with a little whimper as she raised her wrist to look at the Willowbrook. "When's the whole 'we like each other' bond supposed to kick in?"
Whitney reached out and ran his fingers over the Willowbrook thoughtfully. "I don't know. It's not doing anything they thought it would."
She tilted her head upwards so she could stare into his face. "How so?"
He waggled his eyebrows. "There was talk of sex vibes."
Her eyebrows rose. "Sex vibes."
"But I'm not as worried as I was a little while ago," Whitney admitted as he leaned his cheek against the crown of her head, gaze going to where Zod and Jason were still glaring untrustingly at each other. "I think, even without magic, you've got more control over that bracelet than it has over you. And that means I can relax."
She frowned slightly at that, wondering just how worried Whitney had been.
That was when the door flew open and the others arrived in a concerned flurry.
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"So, I really like your mom." Melissa smiled as she sat down next to Clark on his porch, the two teenagers staring at the stars as the group inside the house (which consisted of the Kents, the Glassers, the Bloomes, the Conants, and Jake Armstrong) laughed. "She's what I always imagined my mom would be like."
"Really?" Clark turned his head to look at the much shorter girl with a little smile.
"Yeah." Melissa licked her lips as she drew closer and her hand found his in the darkness. A blush colored her cheeks as she smiled and ducked her head. "So, I haven't seen Chloe, Cassie or Diana around much. Are they okay? I talked to Faye and she said that Chloe's got some sort of gnarly cold or something?"
Clark nodded and cleared his throat as he looked away. "They're not sure if it's contagious or anything, so the ones who have symptoms are staying inside."
"Are they okay though? Shouldn't they see a Witch Doctor or something?" Melissa frowned in worry. "She's important, Clark. The only reason we're safe is because of her. She can't let herself get so run down. If word was to get out that she was weak in any way and the town vulnerable to attack-"
"The town is not vulnerable and she's not weak." Clark shook his head. "It's just a normal flu, it'll pass."
Melissa frowned darker. "You need to make sure they take care of her, Clark. I'm serious. You need to make sure that she's okay."
Clark blinked as he stared down at her. "I swear, it's just a flu. She'll be back out and about soon enough."
"Good." Relief covered Melissa face as she nodded. "It's probably the fact that her body is so run down from all the stress she's been put through then." She then cleared her throat and turned to face him. "So… Suicide Squad."
Clark raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"
"Sounds interesting." Melissa waggled her eyebrows. "I want in."
"You?" Clark blinked.
"Why not?" Melissa wanted to know. "I've been in more fights for my life than I ever want to count, and I think it's a good thing to learn to defend myself and others. And finally my dad, stepmom and grandmother agree." She cracked an embarrassed smile. "Plus, I heard someone mention that there might be code names if you make the team and that would be so cool."
Clark stared down at her and grinned as the moonlight hit her face just right, highlighting her pixie features and making her even prettier, as if that were possible. "I guess so, yeah."