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The New Circle 108B/? 
3rd-Nov-2013 05:52 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.

Pete felt it seconds before the first roar echoed throughout the heavens.

"They've found us."

He'd known for a while now that their safe-house, the hidden fortress, would not hide them forever, and the time had come for their battle. He couldn't sense many of them, Rao not having even sent all of his Draconian army after them, knowing that they weren't that much of a threat, and it burnt Pete as the witch hurried out towards the entrance of the fortress as it shook with the first wave of attacks. The witches that had taken refuge with the Balcoins, the few that John Balcoin had believed were important enough to save (who were far too few in Pete's mind – they could have saved so many more – there was so much space in this fortress – supplies – for so many more people) hurried to evacuate while the barriers held strong.

Pete wouldn't run though. He recognized the magic of the one raining fire upon the barrier on the safe house.

The Firstborn of the House of Balcoin stepped out of the safety of the safehouse and stared up at the two Dragons circling above. He'd been studying them under his father's tutelage for months now, especially considering that their magic ran through his body, and had seen both of them before. One of them was from the House of Ler-Rol, but she was of no consequence to him. No. It was the other Dragon that had his whole attention.

Pete's eyes shifted with his rage, scales appearing.


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Chloe and Diana walked side by side, both wary as they followed the trail of light through different tunnels, both a bit intimidated to realize just how deep these tunnels went, wondering exactly how much ground they were covering. There was no sense of direction anymore. They didn't have even an inkling of where exactly they were under anymore. It mightn't even be Smallville for all they knew. It felt as if they were walking for hours. Were they going upwards towards the surface or lower towards the bowels of the earth? Were they going south or north? East or west? What time was it?

"Cassie asked about you for the first time since we've started talking again," Diana whispered, nervous and needing to talk. "It's usually awkward when we talk but it was even more so during that conversation."

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "She wanted to know if I'd dropped dead yet?"

Diana gave a nervous little laugh with a shake of her head. "No, she just asked how you were and then changed the subject before I could answer her."

Chloe sent her a look. "I see."

"I understand why she did it. You know, tried to kill me?" Diana took in a deep breath, gazing around her nervously. "Deep down, I get it. She needed my magic so we could stop John. But sometimes, when I see her, or I talk to her, I flash back to that moment and think: 'I'm going to die'. I didn't want to kill him – I sometimes have nightmares about it. I see his eyes as his skin burns and hear him as he tells us we're family; we're the same as he is." She hugged herself and shivered slightly in disgust at how good that power had felt at the moment, how she'd hated Cassie so intensely for opening her up to that darker part of her. "And I realize we are just like he is. No matter how much Cassie and I have tried to deny it – no matter how righteous I try to pretend I am." She licked her lips. "I'm not Diana Meade. I'm Diana Balcoin. I'm the girl who killed her own father without a second thought." The girl who had to fight her darker impulses daily and tell herself she could overcome the dark magic inside of her and not give into it like Cassie had. "I stayed with you here not only because I was running from everything that had happened in Chance Harbor, but because I felt responsible for your situation, and while I have come to deeply care for you… I stayed here out of purely selfish reasons." Diana hugged herself tighter, disgusted with herself and scared Chloe would be too. "I felt that if I helped you somehow, it'd redeem what I had done."

Chloe sent her a sideways look.

"I'm selfish and self-serving." Diana looked miserable. "I truly am a Balcoin."

"You are."

Diana flinched slightly.

"Gloves off, you're a Balcoin, I'm a Balcoin, Cassie is – Pete, Mikhail are – even our nameless, faceless brother is." Chloe cleared her throat. "We're Balcoins. We're family. We're the same. There's no around that. The lives we lived before we found out are gone and no matter how we try, we're never going to get them back. We need to be strong, we need to put old grudges behind us and forge a new path. I don't know about you, but I love having magic and now that I know what life is with it, I'll be damned if I lose it because of sibling bickering."

Diana looked up at her, not sure what Chloe was trying to say, but hopeful.

"I don't expect a Balcoin Circle. In fact, I already consider Pete as a part of the Thoreaux Circle. I know never to expect him to want to join us and that's fine with me. Our family is nearly extinct; it'd be good for us to spread out, to repopulate." Chloe ran a hand over her head. "I also don't expect Cassie to ever join my Circle. Not with how things are between us. You need to fully trust the person you're bound to and it will take a huge change in our relationship for that to ever be even a remote possibility."

Diana nibbled on her bottom lip, a little worried that Chloe had yet to address her. "We've all lost everything. I don't think any of us really even know who we are anymore."

"It's awful, but running away is not the answer," Chloe responded. "Besides, it's not safe for any of us out there on our own anymore." She eyed her. "We're just gonna have to learn to pick our allies, work through our bickering, and get ready to fight."

Oh god. Pete did exist in this alternate universe, as did Lana and her Circle. And if Pete wasn't the Firstborn, Diana could easily see there being an issue with his loyalty Circle-wise, hadn't there been one with him as it was? John didn't like to discuss it, didn't like to think that his Firstborn would prefer to have been in any Circle but a Balcoin one, but they'd all known that Pete mourned the death of the Thoreaux Circle members, and that he kept their picture on him at all times, whether as a reminder of them or as a punishment for letting them die, they didn't know.

But in this other place, they were alive. Diana hadn't known the Thoreaux Circle personally, but she'd known that their deaths had affected Pete greatly, and damn it, so far everything about this other place seemed better.

Diana sat by the window in her nightdress, staring out of the window at the starry skies, her heart a mess of emotions despite the fact that she was doing her best to stay strong. She'd heard the door openand close, could feel her older sister's presence, but had yet to turn and acknowledge her. Cassie had found out that Charles had killed Amelia and was now following Jake and Adam, who were bringing the catatonic and vulnerable man here to Smallvill where they were going to try and protect him from the girl, who'd given herself over to her dark magic, which was fueled by her anger, grief, and need for revenge.

Chloe made her way to Diana's bed and sat down on it. "It's going to work out somehow, I promise, Diana."

"He's done such evil things. Sometimes I think Greg is right, that I should just let Cassie kill him." Diana closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cold glass of the window. "But he raised me and he loved me and I couldn't have ever asked for a better father."

Chloe stared at her younger sister before getting up and going to sit next to her on the bay window.

Diana wordlessly moved to lay with her head on Chloe's lap, curled up like a child drawing comfort from her mother.

Chloe wasn't good at mothering, had never really seen it in action herself except when it'd come to Mrs Kent with Clark, but her little sister needed her and she was going to be there for her. The blonde leaned hard against the back rest and ran her fingers softly through Diana's long, dark tresses, her gaze out of the window.

Diana's began crying.

Chloe just closed her eyes and continued to comfort her sister the only way she could.

Diana stared at the scene with tears flowing once more, clutching at her necklace tightly. She remembered that night, or, well, she remembered a version of that night, the way it had really happened. It hadn't happened this way. There was no hope for Charles Meade, no maybes. Once the truth of what had happened the night of Amelia's death had come to light, John had given Cassie the right to decide the fate of Amelia's killers, and by then, Cassie had already given herself over completely to the Balcoin darkness. She'd killed Faye's mother quickly, but Diana's father's death hadn't been so merciful because he'd been the one who'd dealt the actual blow that'd killed Amelia Blake.

There'd been no one to hold Diana as she cried in her room the night of his death, no one to mourn with her, no sympathizer. Charles had been a murderer, Diana was expected to understand that this was the right thing and was expected to come around to see things as just and just accept things as how it was supposed to be. She'd been forced to in the end, but things had never been the same between her and Cassie ever again, a part of her hating her little sister viciously even if she understood why she'd done what she'd done.

Charles might have done a horrible thing to Amelia Blake, but to Diana Meade, he'd been an amazing father and she'd loved him dearly.

"He's the host of demons, Cassie." Chloe looked in physical pain for some reason. "He's always awake, always in pain, always tormented by them, but he can't do anything about it. He can only blink. He can't even cry. Can't beg for help. Can't do anything to help himself. If you truly want him to suffer, you'll let him die of old age."

Cassie drew back, obviously confused, conflicted, running a hand over her head.

"Cassie, I-" Diana tried.

Cassie glared.

Chloe raised her hand, silencing Diana.

"I don't care." Cassie shook her head. "I'm going to kill him whether you want me to or not." And with that, her eyes darkened as her magic raced towards Chloe, piercing through her, and yet it was the Balcoin magic only, not the other which had been fueling her strength from before.

Chloe took a little step backwards before taking in a deep breath and beginning to walk slowly towards the other blonde.

Cassie's eyes kept widening in horror and she began taking little steps backwards, putting more and more force behind her attack and yet Chloe continued walking towards her as if nothing was happening.

Finally stopping right in front of her youngest sister, Chloe could see the fear and sadness and torture in those eyes as Cassie stared at her, still trying to attack with her magic. The Firstborn shook her head before bringing up her hand and slapping Cassie so hard, the girl cried as she fell to the ground, all attempts at attacking Chloe gone, disappearing. The oldest Balcoin stood over Cassie, just staring as the defeated girl burst out into tears and collapsed on the ground, sobbing brokenly.

Black gunk was mixed in with those tears, the young witch crying out the magic Gabe had called "abominable". It was leaving her voluntarily, evaporating into the air into nothingness until the only magic within Cassie was once more a mixture of Balcoin and Blake.

Chloe eased off her jacket, revealing her battered, shredded form to her Circle. Ignoring them, she bent on her knees and wrapped her jacket around the shivering shoulders of her youngest sister.

Cassie's gaze shot up in shock as the warmth encircled her, and then her tear-filled eyes widened in horror as she too saw the state of the girl. "What-?"

"My mother did this." Chloe looked numb as she spoke, staring at Cassie blankly. "She killed my father tonight, in front of me, and would have killed me too if she could have. She was being controlled by the same person you were." Tears began to form in her eyes and slip down her pale cheeks, which were spattered with blood. "It's why I was late – I was holding him until the end."

"No," Diana whispered, horror filling her at the realization that, while she'd been fighting her own cause, Chloe's life had been in danger. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of Chloe having to not only fight off Moira by herself, but that she'd had to watch her father die all alone.

Not only that, but Gabriel Sullivan had been the most incredible man Diana had ever met, he – he didn't deserve to die! Not like that

Because of her thoughts, Diana had missed a bit of the exchange.

"You saw how she died." Cassie was trembling just as hard as Chloe, crying just as hard. "You saw my dream! You know that-!" She brought her hands to her face. "Because of him, I'm all alone!"

"You're not alone." Chloe's voice went harsh.

"Because I have siblings?" Cassie gave an ugly little laugh. "In case it's escaped your notice, I have met only three of my siblings so far – because that boy over there is a Balcoin, I could feel it in his magic while we fought – and I just tried to seriously hurt all three of you tonight."

"You're a brat, I'll admit it."

Cassie gave a bark of laughter, wiping at her eyes.

"Please don't force me to fight you anymore," Chloe pleaded, her voice breaking with emotion. "Not tonight. I can't handle it." She collapsed to her knees on the ground, body trembling. "I just lost my father."

Cassie's green gaze was on her before she managed to get out a choked, "I'm sorry."

"And I'm sorry about your mother," Chloe whispered, voice almost inaudible.

Cassie looked away, tears falling freely. "She'd tell me not to do it." The blonde turned her gaze on Chloe, seeing the question there. "If my mother was here, that's what she'd tell me."

Chloe wiped at her eyes. "You're going to move in with me."

Cassie's eyes widened. "What?"

"You're moving in with me," Chloe repeated, taking in a deep breath. "I'm still not sure where we'll be living considering we're about to be evicted from my home, but wherever Diana and I are moving, you're going to join us there."

Cassie just stared at her in utter shock. "But I just – why would you – I attacked-!"

"You're not alone, Cassie," Chloe repeated. "No Balcoin is. No anymore." She took in a deep breath, finding the strength to stop crying, if only for now. "It's why we've been so weak, because we're apart, we're separate in every sense of the word. We need to band together because it's not safe for Balcoins anymore, and we are only safe together." She reached out her hand to Cassie. "I'm not promising that you and I are going to have a miraculously great relationship, that we'll all get along Brady-style – in fact I know we're going to have problems. But we'll get over them together. As a family." She stared deep into Cassie's eyes. "And we'll get over it and move on because we're not alone anymore."

Cassie stared at her in a near trance, a silent tear making its way down her pale cheek before she slowly reached out a trembling hand and placed it in Chloe's.

Diana hissed and let go of the pendant of her necklace when it burnt her. Her gaze lowered when she realized that her pendant had burnt a symbol onto her palm that looked suspiciously like the Eye of Ra, and that made the girl feel even more suspicious as she looked up. It almost looked like what she would receive if she was bound to a Balcoin Patriarch Circle. There had to be some sort of connection with this symbol and this girl, this Chloe, who was supposed the Firstborn. But how? How did any of this make any sense?

None of it did! Her memories didn't add up! They didn't. Diana could remember everything down to the last detail and no where did any Chloe come up. Also, Gabriel Sullivan wasn't dead. He was very much alive. Neither was John. And she hadn't seen Elsie or Byron anywhere. Did they not exist in this alternate universe? What did this Eye of Ra symbol mean? And why was Diana seeing it?

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"Is that what I think it is?" Cassie whispered, eyes wide, the orbs they were using very dim so as not to draw any attention in their direction as they walked through the ruins of what had once been a beautiful city square. Even though they'd entered a building, they still kept the orbs low as they didn't know what was outside.

"Yes." Mikhail moved closer towards the object hovering over the baptismal font. "Or, at least, I think it is."

"This isn't good, Mikhail. They're not supposed to be able to-!"

"I know that, Cassie." Mikhail sent her a look as he moved over to the opposite side. "But this is what I really wanted you to look at."

Blinking, Cassie narrowed her eyes as she went around the side to stand next to Mikhail, and her blue eyes widened at what she saw. "That's impossible."

"All I know is that we're in an area that's been classified as no-go zone." Mikhail motioned to what was in front of him. "Maybe John's hiding something from us."

"You think he doesn't want us to know about this?" Cassie narrowed her eyes at Mikhail.

"It's a Dragon Egg, Cassie. They're not supposed to be able to be able to procreate!" Mikhail snapped and his eyes flashed in anger as he turned towards her. "Do you understand the terror that will erupt if this news got out?"

She did, and it made her take in a deep breath. "I don't understand how this is even possible. Forty swore their allegiance and came through before Rao destroyed their home world, right? But they found out that something about this dimension makes their females infertile. They can't get pregnant, or their eggs are rotten when they are laid, or something like that. Right?"

"Does this smell rotten to you?" Mikhail wanted to know.

"But this is different, Mikhail." Cassie moved her orb closer to the silver Dragon Egg. "Just look at that symbol."

"I know, Cassandra. It's why I brought you here." He took in a deep breath as he stared at the Balcoin symbol. But it wasn't the only symbol, it seemed superimposed onto another symbol.

It was that of a winged serpent within a heptagon.

4th-Nov-2013 01:15 pm (UTC)
Oooh mysterious dragon egg with Chloe's symbol on. Intriguing.
4th-Nov-2013 07:23 pm (UTC)
Ohhh goodness!!!!!

Come on Diana you can solve this.
Well, well, well, what is this mysterious egg and it's sporting Chloe's symbols??
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