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The New Circle 108A/? 
3rd-Nov-2013 05:50 pm

Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: 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.

Lex had had it with being kept in the dark the way he was. He was in an alliance with the Balcoin House and, damn it, he was sick of them acting as if that wasn't the case. There were too many secrets, too many things going on that he had no idea about. And then he'd found out what he just had and, well, it was the last straw. Keeping secrets was one thing, but keeping secrets when they had to do with himwas another altogether! And then they'd had the nerve to take one of his Circle on a mission without even asking him!

He stormed into the room, his blue gaze narrowed as they fell upon the leader of the Balcoin clan. "I will not have you putting my people in jeopardy!"

"No one was hurt." There was no emotion at all as the figure turned from the window, where the Balcoin leader had been gazing at a hummingbird, to face him.

"That was a suicide mission and you know it," Lex snapped as he drew nearer. "You had no right to take a member of my Circle with you! Especially without even telling me what you were doing! You're out of bounds, Balcoin!"

"Your sister came with us because she wanted to, Lex," John Balcoin announced, and then paused and hesitated for a split second as he stared at an empty corner, almost as if he was looking at someone, before the man dismissed it and cleared his throat, turning his gaze back on Lex. "She's a warrior, she's strong, she doesn't cower in the face of danger."

Lex clenched his fists. "My father, brothers, Oliver and Jason; they are all dead. Davis, Patty and Tess are all I have left. I will not have you kill them with your fool's mission."

"You think you are the only one who has lost family?" John snarled as he stepped forwards. "I too have lost blood since wings took over the sky. There wasn't even enough left of Elsie, my youngest, to bury after Alia was done with her."

Lex eyed the man before he took in a deep breath. "We're the last remainders of a race that is nearly extinct. Those who aren't dead are enslaved. The only witches who don't have collars are those who wore Omegas before all of this begun." He stepped closer. "We've lost the war."

John shook his head. "No, we have a living member of each of the Six Houses and my Firstborn is a son. We'll win."

"We've lost already." Lex gave a dark laugh. "When Rao hit us, we fell, we all fell."

John reached his hand out and rested it on the younger man's shoulder. "I know you lost a lot in the Purge, but my son is the key. You have to have faith in him."

"In Pete." Lex sighed. "I like him, John, he's a great kid. But he's a kid."

"He's my Firstborn, he was chosen for this." John was sure of it. "He was born to do this, otherwise, someone else would be here now instead of him."

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"We're going to be in so much trouble if they find out we snuck outside of the safe-house." Cassie smirked as she followed behind Mikhail, the teenagers dodging behind the crumbled remains of buildings and vehicles as they kept out of sight.

"Yeah, but it will be worth it," he announced as they kept their eyes on the skies, knowing that that was where their greatest danger came from. "I promise."

Cassie tripped on a rock but managed to keep her footing as she hurried after her older brother, gaze darting around her. Just because their major concern came mostly from the sky didn't mean that it didn't come from the ground either. They needed to keep an alert gaze all around them. "So why can't you tell me what you found on your last patrol that you couldn't tell the others – and why didn't you tell dad? What's with the secrecy?"

"You'll understand when you see it." He pushed on harder.

"Why pick me?" Cassie wanted to know. "I'm the bratty younger sister you think's annoying. You don't even like me all that much."

"I don't, you think you're far more powerful and untouchable than you really are," he assured her with a glance over his shoulder. "But you are also the only other person other than me that I know who would risk father's wrath to see what I have to show you out of pure curiosity."

"That is true." Cassie picked up speed and matched his pace before the blonde stopped. "Mikhail…"

He nodded, eyes wide. "I hear it too."

The teens made a mad dash towards a nearby bridge, barely managing to duck under its cover before two Dragons appeared in the skies. The reptiles were in their true form, flying in the heavens, wings flapping and eyes glowing demonically. Brother and sister pressed up against the darkest corner of the bridge, trying to make themselves as hard to see as possible.

For a moment, the creature lingered and the teens feared that they'd been scented, but then the monsters continued on their flight, disappearing into the distance.

Cassie let out a deep breath. "That was close." She turned to her brother. "How much further is this place?"

"Not much." He pushed away from the wall and was moving. "Come on, the sun's setting, we need to hurry."

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Diana sat at the top of the stairs, in total darkness, as she rested her head against the cold wall. "I had that dream again."

There was silence, and then, from somewhere in the pitch-blackness of the dungeon, came her brother's voice. "The one with the symbol?"

"Yeah." Diana nodded although she knew her youngest brother couldn't see it in his sunlight deprived, magical cell. "It's the Eye of Ra, and it keeps flashing over and over and over again, urgently, like it's trying to tell me something, but I don't know what it is."

"That's weird," Byron's voice cracked. "I mean, it's not like you're even the Balcoin Eye or anything, that's Mikhail."

"Pete says I'm just stressed, and maybe I am." She took in a deep breath, her eyebrows nearly touching in her frown. "But every time I see that symbol, a part of me feels… I don't know how to explain it, By."


"Like a part of me that's missing… I don't… Like I'm almost… It's like it's an important piece to a puzzle I don't know I'm putting together." Diana's hands moved around as she spoke, the brunette trying to rationalize what she felt. "Or maybe Pete's right and I'm just really stressed."

Byron sighed. "Elsie's death hit us all hard." There was a clanking sound that reminded her all too well of the fact that it was day time and so he was laden down with shackles and chains to keep him restrained in case his Dark Personality should appear. "We'll make those damn Dragons pay, Dee, I swear it. They don't get away with what they did to her."

Diana closed her eyes tightly and tried not to remember the sound of their youngest sibling's scream as she was burnt alive right before their eyes. "Pete's blaming himself, you know? He was supposed to have been with her but he couldn't get to her on time."

"It wasn't his fault." Byron cleared his throat. "It was the Dragons who killed her. They're the only reason why we're on the borders of extinction now."

She paused and took in a deep breath. "Do you think he's right?"



"Diana." Byron sighed.

"We left them all to die, Byron." Diana clenched her hands in her skirt. "People we know are wasting away out there, getting massacred, while we're safely hidden away in some exotic oversees hideout, waiting for John's master plan to work itself out." She took in a deep breath. "What if it never does? What if we die in here like cowards?"

Byron couldn't answer her.

She'd been scared of that.

Diana stood. "The sun will be down soon, I'll see you upstairs then."

Suddenly, the necklace every eldest Balcoin girl before her had worn, the one she now wore, shone brightly and the girl's dark eyes rolled in her head as her knees gave out on her and she fainted on the top of the stairs.

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Pete stared out of the fortified battlements of the highly protected and hidden safehouse, and yet while his gaze was on the beautiful scenery in front of him, he did not take in the majesty. No, his mind was on the picture he had clutched in his hand. Not one day passed since the day of Smallville's destruction, since the death of his family and friends that he didn't think of them and of the day that he'd failed those he'd loved the most. Pete could still remember holding Lana close as she coughed up blood, could still hear her crying in pain. That sound would forever haunt him. The rest of her Circle had perished that day as well, falling all around her.

He'd never forget what his father had told him while he mourned the death of his friends and the girl he'd always loved, even though he'd never actually been able to come out and tell her it in words as yet, had been waiting for the right time to do so. John Balcoin had come up to him and had told him that while their deaths were a tragedy, that not only had they served to show him the truth as to why the Dragons had to die, but that at least now Pete's indecision as to which Circle he wanted to be a part of had come to an end. Pete would never forgive John for that last comment. Sure, a part of him had wanted to be a part of the Circle Lana, Clark, Whitney, Greg and Tina were a part of, but he'd understood that as the Firstborn, it was his duty to become a part of his father's Circle. John hadn't had to be so callous and unfeeling in his time of need like that. It had made Pete resent the Balcoin Circle even more and he hated it because it wasn't his brothers' and sisters' faults.

"You know, brooding is not attractive."

He folded the picture and placed it in his pocket, where he always kept it, the smiling faces of the Thoreaux Circle left to haunt him another day. "Lutessa, to what do I owe the honor?"

"You keep saying that as if it's not an honor." Lex's sister came to lean against the railing next to him, her gaze on the forest, the older female wearing a pensive look on her face. "I'm surprised you didn't keep her necklace. Oh, come on, don't act as if you don't know what I'm talking about. That ugly meteorite necklace of hers."

He frowned and turned his gaze to look at her.

Tess reached into her shirt and pulled out a chain to reveal a large, male ring hanging from it. "I kept this ugly ring. It was his favorite. I don't know why. I hated it. I still do… but he loved this piece of shit." She stared down at it before taking in a deep breath and letting the chain and pendant slide back down inside of her shirt. "So why didn't you keep the necklace?"

Pete looked away with a shake of his head. "I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to handle having that sort of reminder of her."

"Some people would find that comforting."

"I would see it as a constant reminder of how I failed her."

Tess eyed him before she pushed away from the railing. "You're too young to be so…" She let that sentence die. "Your brother and sister snuck out of the safehouse, by the way."

"Cassie and Mikhail?" Pete guessed considering it was still daylight and Diana wouldn't sneak out like that.

Tess nodded. "I wonder what they're up to." She snorted. "Whatever it is, if they don't get killed, your father will murder them when they get back."

"And he has every right to – right after I have a go at them." Pete shook his head with a groan. "I'm sick and tired of having to babysit everyone and tell them what they should already know about taking care of themselves and how they're not only putting themselves at risk – but this whole damn house as well! They're not children! And they have no respect for me. I know I'm not the leader yet, but at the rate things are going, I don't-" He then stopped himself and took in a deep breath. "Never mind, just, forget what I said." With that, he turned and left.

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"Most guys wouldn't pixie-dust you just to get a kiss." And then she thought about it and knew she had to take that back. "Well, it doesn't excuse his actions."

"Not at all," Diana agreed completely before sending Chloe a little sideways glance. "Is he a good kisser?"

"Diana!" Chloe gasped in mock horror before smiling a little. "Yeah."

"I knew it. He has nice lips." Diana grinned.

"He does," Chloe agreed, laughing softly, shocked that she could.

With everything that had happened tonight, she should be a nervous, crying wreck and yet here she was laughing.

The blonde watched her sister silently as the brunette eyed the fire-consumed building.

Diana felt the gaze on her, turning dark eyes from the inferno to the blonde, curious. "What?"

"I could get used to having a sister," Chloe whispered before leaning her head against Diana's shoulder.

Diana went stiff for a second before slowly resting her head sideways against Chloe's. "Me too."

The girls stood there in silence, wrapped in the blankets, until the school came crumbling down.

Diana narrowed her eyes as she walked closer to the car, confused as she stared at herself and the blonde leaning against the car. All around her, the Eye of Ra seemed embedded into the trees and skies and logos of the vehicles and clothes brands. She clutched the necklace she wore tightly in confusion, especially since, like in every one of these dreams, she wasn't the one wearing the necklace. No, the necklace was worn by this Chloe character instead. The one that, this particular dream, had declared as her sister. But that couldn't be! She'd had two sisters, two: Cassie and Elsie, both younger, and only one was alive now.

She'd never met this Chloe like these dreams were implying. These events never happened.

The Eyes of Ra glowed brighter, angry.

Diana twirled around slowly as her surroundings rippled and changed.

"I don't think it's very useful, but it's on her curriculum of things I need to learn so I have mastered it just to prove to her that I could." Clark made a face, concentrating on the glowing ferret seated on the table top, transparent and ghostly, yet glowing and sparkling brilliantly.

"Who cares if it's useful?" Diana wanted to know, eyes wide as she leaned down on the surface of the counter to be face to face with the creation he was keeping around with his force of will alone. "It's so cute!"

"Doesn't this remind you of Harry Potter somewhat?" Chloe wanted to know, fascinated as she reached out and hesitated, as if not sure if she could or should touch it. "The Patronus, I mean?"

"Your Patronus is a ferret!" Diana laughed, over the moon with this, feeling like she was getting an inside view into her favorite book series. "You're our Draco Malfoy!" She paused and thought about it for a second, unable to really see the incredibly sweet Clark Kent as the Slytherin. "If Draco Malfoy was nothing like himself, I mean."

The ferret sniffed the air towards Chloe's hand and came a little closer, the blonde moving it palm up as the ferret licked the side of her hand.

"I can actually feel that." Chloe smiled brightly as she looked up at Clark, her eyes bright with excitement. "Clark, this is about the coolest thing you have ever done."

Clark seemed quite proud of himself, not so disparaging about this ability anymore. "Mom says that the creature will be different for everyone."

"So it really is like a Patronus." Chloe couldn't and wouldn't stop herself from geeking as she reached out slowly and caressed the top of the ferret's head, feeling her Balcoin symbol tingling as the nearly transparent ferret's colors began changing. "Whoa."

Clark's eyes widened and he gulped loudly.

"You need to teach me this spell," Diana gushed, reaching out to pet the ferret's back.

As soon as her scarred hand touched the ferret, Chloe could feel their magics intertwining and suddenly the ferret took a life of its own, body growing and contorting until it was larger and more muscular and its eyes were raging red.

Diana gasped, able to feel their connecting magics as well, the feeling that washed over her overwhelming. She didn't even notice the Eye of Ras anymore despite the fact that they were on fire all around her with just how intensely they burnt. No, the brunette stared at this Chloe person before she raised a hand to her own face and brought it away, her fingers wet with tears she hadn't realized she was crying. There'd always been a dark emptiness, an incompleteness Diana had tried filling with others things, and once she'd realized she was a Balcoin, she'd blamed it on the dark magic in her veins, the dark magic she hated and despised with all her being.

But what if these dreams were trying to tell her something? What if they were trying to tell her that she was forgetting something – someone – that was so important for her that their absence wasthat dark emptiness?

When they finally made it around to the back, they found everyone in the garden.

Lex and Jason were pinned against different statues, black shadows coiling around them like electric snakes, electrical charges seeming to erupt from Chloe and surge into them at irregular intervals. Obviously she wasn't aiming to kill them... yet... enjoying hurting them first.

Moira and Gabe stood there, not trying to help, just watching.

"Chloe, come on." Diana took a step towards her despite Cassie telling her to stay back with the others. "You don't want to do this. You need to get control. This is Francis Balcoin, not you."

Chloe's greens were hardly visible, the black of her eyes having taken over most of her orbs as she turned them on Diana.

"Come on Chloe," Diana pleaded. "Get control."

"Or what?" Chloe's voice was raspy, almost as if she hadn't spoken in a million years and her vocal cords were damaged, rusty. "You'll kill me like you did your father?"

Diana's eyes widened.

"You never told her that, just that you were involved. You never came out and said you and your little sister killed your father and then gave me to that weak little bitch-boy to do away with." It was obvious that the one talking was Francis Balcoin and not Chloe. "You're just like the dirt that turned on me, that killed me and forced my essence to be prisoner in that crystal for all these years." She took a step towards Diana. "You're filth."

"Stay away from her!" Cassie hurried forwards to stand next to Diana, holding her Balcoin scarred hand outwards towards Chloe.

Chloe didn't speak anymore, a smirk curling her lips, the blacks of her eyes expanding even further and suddenly both Diana and Cassie were lifted viciously into the air, both girls grabbing at their throats and crying out, gasping for air.

"Chloe..." Diana whispered, choked, obviously about to pass out. "Please."

Chloe turned her gaze towards Diana, almost curious. "Please what? You betrayed her at the first chance you got and spilled your guts to everyone. Why should she care if I rip your throat out?"

"I was-" Diana struggled for enough breath to talk as she realized that she had to address the bit of Francis inside of Chloe, the part that was controlling her, and not Chloe herself, had to get him to understand. He just saw her, and Cassie, as killers of their own kind, as daughters who'd killed their own father. He needed to understand – Chloe – needed to understand, that Diana would never betray her! Especially considering Diana had seen Cassie slip deeper and deeper down the slope, giving into her dark magic, and Diana knew about the Balcoin madness, the evil that giving into that dark magic brought. She'd been trying to avoid any sort of conflict, and all she'd done was make things worse. "I didn't want Cassie to re-re-sent her more, for her to see that there was more to the story than her own suffering. I'm trying-to protect Chloe-the only way I can!"

Cassie, while completely red in the face from lack of oxygen, looked stricken.

Diana ignored her younger sister, instead staring into her older sister's, her dark eyes searching those green ones and begging for some sort of sign that her sister was in there and that Francis didn't have full control in there. Diana had been in shambles ever since learning that Charles wasn't her father, that he had a part in Amelia's death, and that Grant had only been in her life and had taken her to Smallville because he'd worked for John and had done so on John's orders should anything happen to him. The fact that she had a part to play in John's death, and that Cassie had forcefully activated her dark magic to accomplish that fact, had tortured her helplessly, and although she'd been a stranger, Chloe had taken her in and had helped her. Diana needed her to know that she had not betrayed her. She hadn't. Shehad thought she was helping. And this had nothing to do with Chloe being the Firstborn.

Chloe had been there for Diana when she'd needed someone desperately, and Diana wanted, needed, to be there for her too.

Suddenly, that icy coldness from Chloe's face disappeared as it twisted visibly in agony, the blonde grabbing her head and crying out.

Immediately, the power holding her prisoner in the air vanished and Diana's body dropped, the brunette gasping greedily for breath on the ground as she was released from the hold of the spell.

Diana's eyes widened. Smallville? That was where Pete was from. And how could this other girl have been the Firstborn? That made no sense! This made everything seem like complete dreams now! If she had been some other sibling, it could be probable but Pete was the Firstborn! He was!

4th-Nov-2013 11:32 am (UTC)
Ah yes I'm loving this apocalyptic no-Chloe world. Nice to see how much better she makes the world.

I'm wondering what Adam had to say there.

I love that Eye of Ra is so not on board with the Chloe never exhisting thing.
4th-Nov-2013 07:08 pm (UTC)
What a horrible and depressing apocalyptic no Chloe world, I like it.
Jason and Oliver dead. Clark, Greg, and my Whitney are dead as well. Never mind I don't like this world anymore. There's another sister because John had to make sure there was six, asshole. The Balcoins left everyone to die, I wonder if that includes Diana's and Cassie's circle.

Diana is getting flashes and what have Mikhail and Cassie discovered.
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