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The New Circle 112A/? 
16th-Nov-2013 10:42 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.

Clark had been enjoying spending the time with Melissa and the others, but once he'd received the phone call from Lucas he'd left with an excuse and made his way to the Bleeding Caves and the Dragon he'd been helping there without a second thought. He'd tried calling Greg but the phone was busy and once he got to the caves there was no reception, so it was just him and Jor-El. He knew that the others weren't going to be happy when they found out that this was going down without them, but he figured he'd tried getting into contact and that was the best he could have done. They really couldn't expect him to put Chloe at more risk by waiting and trying to get in contact with them. No, she needed him to act quickly.

Clark licked his lips as he entered the cavern that the Dragon hadn't left since he'd arrived from Apokalips. "They have the Stones of Power and Chloe's dying." His gaze fell upon Jor-El, who was reading a scroll. "They need the ritual."

The Dragon nodded as he stood and moved towards another part of the room.

Clark moved towards the table and laptop with wireless internet Chloe had had him bring down here given that the phones didn't have any sort of reception, and yet the powerful wireless signal seemed to pick up fine. The boy quickly logged on and turned on Skype, waiting to see his connection logging on. "Come on… come on…"

Jor-El frowned at him over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for them to bring their special laptop Chloe got from Marx that picks from satellite connection, or something NASA-sounding like that." Clark tapped his fingers against the keyboard. "That way you can tell them what to do.

"I thought she was going to unite the Caves and come back here through the portal." Jorl-El frowned.

"You seemed to have forgotten the part where she's dying," Clark stressed.

"She was dying when she left here," Jor-El reminded patiently.

Clark sighed as he tore his gaze away from his list of friends on Skype, Lucas still not appearing as "online". "Something apparently went wrong and the Willowbrook isn't keeping her alive anymore. She's not strong enough to unite the Caves. She can't come back. This was Plan B."

"I see." The last remaining Councilman frowned as he looked around. "I wasn't planning on this. I was planning on her being here in person."

Clark gave a groan. "Tell me this won't be a problem."

There was a moment's hesitation as the Dragon contemplated his answer. "Once communication has been established, I need to speak to the Major."

Clark's eyes narrowed. "There is a problem, isn't there?"

"Clark, get the communications up and running as soon as possible; time is of the essence." Jor turned to ready his part.

Something dark clenched in Clark's stomach as he turned his gaze back to the screen and tapped his fingers hard against the keyboard. "Come on Lucas. What's taking you so long?"

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"There's only so much the healing properties in the flowers can do to help her," Vika warned as she forced the ground flower petals into Chloe's mouth and curved her fingers so that she forced them down the unconscious girl's throat. "I wish I could do more, but when I became bound to the Genesis Caves I lost my ability to heal. It's one of the many things I sacrificed in vain in my quest to stop Rao."

Cassie paced the floor in worry. "What could be keeping Lucas and Mikhail so long?" She turned to Vika. "You did open an easier exit to where the RVs were, right? So it should have been an easy in and out! They should be back by now!"

"Yes, I did, though I do not take offense in your distrust," Vika frowned as she reached out and pressed her other hand to Chloe's forehead before retrieving it with a slight hiss. "The heat is growing unbearable."

"We found the lagoon you were telling us about!" Diana's voice echoed throughout the place and announced her arrival before she, Faye and Adam appeared, the three of them carrying a large pitcher filled with water between them. "This should help bring down her fever."

"Remind me why we couldn't use magic to carry this again?" Faye wanted to know with a grunt.

"Magic would disrupt the healing properties in the water," Vika reached into the pitcher and scooped out a handful of water, bringing it to Chloe's lips and easing the water down her throat. "The three of you, get her to drink some and use the rest to cool her body down; her skin is turning red from the heat."

"At least she isn't spasming anymore." Cassie hugged herself tightly.

"Guys, we have company," Mikhail's voice announced, and they turned to see him emerge from the tunnel, followed by Lucas and… a young man.

"Who the hell are you?" Cassie wanted to know with a glare, fists clenched.

Faye's eyes widened. "Oops. I, uh, forgot about you."

Diana turned towards her. "You know this guy?"

Lucas turned towards Faye. "You mean he isn't full of horseshit?"

But the guy seemed to have forgotten about them, his eyes narrowed on Chloe as he moved towards her. "Seriously, can you people try and remember that you're taking care of the last hope of witches worldwide… and actually take care of her?!" He turned towards them, eyes narrowed. "Every single time I see her, she's about to die!"

"Look here buster-!" Faye pointed her finger at him.

Mikhail narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you mean every time?"

"The last time I saw her I stopped her from killing herself," the boy declared, shocking the teens silent. "She was in Brasov, in the train tracks, standing in front of an oncoming train and wouldn't move. I barely got to her in time to pull her off of the tracks-and now this." He shook his head. "You're all pretty useless."

"Enough, Bart," a voice announced from the video/audio contraption they hadn't realized was in his hands. "Now isn't the time, we're all on the same team here."

"Patty, I like you, really I do, but you're not my boss. The only reason I've been helping you is because it'll help me, so you can take your commands and stuff it. The only time you had a semblance of power was when you were bedding John Balcoin." Bart turned the contraption towards them. "So, Beavis and Butthead have filled me in on enough that I know you've gone and nearly gotten our only hope nearly killed, again…" he put the video/audio relay on a table and pulled up his sleeves. "What are we going to do to fix it?"

A muscle jumped in Mikhail's cheek.

During this whole time Lucas (who was ignoring 'Bart') had set up the special computer Chloe had gotten from Marx and had set it up, logging on and smirked when he saw Clark's face. "Hey Smallville, what's up?"

Clark wasn't smiling. "We have problems."

Lucas's smile fell. "Damn it Smallville, we're going to have to talk about your bedside manner."

Clark took in a deep breath. "Where's the Major?"

Lucas shrugged. "I just got here."

Cassie leaned down next to Lucas and stared at the screen. "Zod, Jason and Whitney are getting something in the caves, they'll be back soon." She narrowed her eyes. "What sort of problem do we have?"

"I don't know," Clark admitted as he sent a look over his shoulder before he leaned in closer to the screen and lowered his voice. "Jor-El just said that we do though and that he needs to talk to Major Zod immediately." There was a pause, and then Clark cleared his throat. "I know this isn't the time, but I have to ask. How could we have had the Stones of Power with us the whole time? It doesn't make any sense!"

"I'm still not too sure about that myself," Cassie admitted with a frown as she sent a look over her shoulder towards Vika and Chloe when her gaze was distracted by movement in one of the other tunnels. "What the-?"

Zod and Jason appeared out of the tunnel, carrying a Dragon Egg between them.

Vika stared at the egg with a mixture of emotion. "Be careful with that, if this ritual does not work, that might be the only thing that saves your friends life."

Faye's eyes widened and her face went a mixture of tender, shocked and touched as she turned towards Vika. "Trista."

Vika cleared her throat as she pressed her hand against Chloe's forehead once more. "From what you have told me, this Willowbrook contraption works as a lifeforce and magic absorber, and these boys are growing weaker as they are not enough to keep her alive. Trista's lifeforce and magic should be enough if the ritual doesn't work."

"Zod!" Cassie called the Major over as he rested the Dragon Egg carefully where Vika showed him. "Councilman Jor wants to speak to you."

Zod sent Chloe a look before he moved towards them, brushing his hands against his pants his gaze went to the screen. "Councilman."

Lucas turned to Cassie with a frown. "Where's Whitney?"

Cassie frowned as she looked around and realized he was right, the guy hadn't returned yet. "I have no idea."

Councilman Jor appeared in the screen, leaning in next to Clark. "Major, we have an issue."

Zod frowned. "What sort of an issue?"

"I was expecting that you would be here for the ritual, that was the plan." Councilman Jor frowned into the screen. "The fact that you are not here means that you cannot use the proper tools needed to ground her. You'll have to do so by other means, which means you'll need the Sanguine. Tell me he is alive."

Zod nodded, his eyes narrowed. "Yes." His gaze moved around the room before it returned to the screen. "Though I am not sure where exactly he is at this moment."

"Find out. We'll need blood and magic that is bound to her by the Willowbrook, blood/magic that is pure, and represent both halves of her," the Dragon announced. "That means blood and magic of a Pure Dragon, and blood and magic of a Pure Human, as she is half of both, even if only through magic."

Cassie blinked. "Well, if Whitney doesn't appear in time we can use Adam, right?"

The last surviving Councilman shook his head. "He's her Doppelgänger, there's a chance that the magic involved in the ritual mightn't be able to tell them apart and it wouldn't work. It has to be the Sanguine."

Lucas stood. "Where did he go? I'll go look for him."

"What's going on?" Whitney's voice was a welcomed sound as he appeared out of one of the tunnels, a basket in his hand, and inside of the basket was a collection of very large, raw crystals. They were obviously going to be used to help concentrate the energy of the ritual that was going to be cast inside of the Caves.

"Good." Councilman Jor's gaze was on Whitney as he took in a deep breath. "I shall walk you all through the ritual. Which of the witches is the most proficient at spellcasting?"

"That would be me." Vika stepped forwards.

Jor eyed her in question before he nodded. "How is your memorization skills?"


"This is complicated."

She raised an eyebrow. "I shall manage."

He tilted his head slightly before he nodded. "Okay, gather around, and listen." His gaze lowered to Clark. "Hold that closer so I can see it better, thank you, yes. Perfect." He cleared his throat. "From my research, this is what you will have to do with the altered ritual."

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Lucas, Mikhail and Bart formed a triangle around the slab that Chloe was unconscious on, the three boys each holding large crystals in their hands. All around them, the rest of the crystals had been laid in a circle, of which they were inside of. Faye had questioned whether Bart should even be allowed to participate given the fact that they didn't know him and he wasn't a part of their Circle, but Jor had said they needed a lot of magic to do what needed to be done, especially considering they didn't exactly have everything they should, and Patricia had assured them that Bart was a strong witch, so they'd had to take it on faith that he was a good guy and they weren't making a mistake trusting him with this whole thing.

"Okay, Councilman Jor's looking for something back there, but I'm looking at this drawing of the Unbinding Ceremony..." Clark was apparently Jor's "Sorcerer's Apprentice" and kept looking up from whatever he was studying and then up at them and back again. "Um, Adam? Your bracelet seems bound wrong. Faye, can you get me closer?"

Faye gave a little groan. "Of course. I live to serve and help others."

She heard someone snicker something from Bart's video/audio device, but ignored it as she brought Clark's screen closer to Adam's braceleted hand, the bracelet now forming an 8, and binding the boy's wrist to Chloe's ankle.

"I see what's… Adam, you need to straighten that section there that overlaps by your thumb and then-yes-it's twisted… Right! That's perfect!" Clark grinned, happy now that the bind was how it looked like in whatever drawing he was using as a reference. "Faye can you-?"

"Move you around to the others so you can make sure they're all up to par?" Faye rolled her eyes. "I'm already on it." She took in a deep breath. "When did you get so bossy? Hanging out with the Old Dragon's been rubbing off on you."

Clark pouted. "I was going to say please."

She grinned as she moved around, pausing on Jason's bind on Chloe's other ankle, waiting to make sure Clark was happy with it before venturing to Zod's and then Whitney's bindings to Chloe's wrists. Each proved up to Clark's suddenly quite high bondage standards. Melissa better beware.

"Remember," Jor-El's voice could be heard before he appeared next to Clark on the screen. "First you have to break the bind with the Willowbrook before you can start the Ritual. The Doppelgänger and the Halfling should be unbound first."

"So many rules and steps… I still don't see why you can't just pull the bracelets off," Cassie mumbled as she hugged herself and eyed everything nervously. "That's how the binding spell was begun, they just put them on."

"They don't have everything they need here, just let them do what they need to do," Diana hissed softly.

Cassie took in a deep breath, but was clearly unhappy and uneasy.

Jor cleared his throat as his gaze turned to Vika. "Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"You may begin."

Vika raised an eyebrow before she nodded once more and took a step towards Chloe and placed her hands over the girl's closed eyes. The woman closed her own eyes as she began to speak some words Faye did not know or understand, they were in Dragon-speak ("Draconian" Jor-El had announced when Faye had called it that earlier), and while Vika wasn't a native speaker the women had been married to a Dragon for a while (had it been years? Faye wasn't sure) and maybe the crazy douche bag scaley dude had taught her some of his language, because it sounded fine to Faye, and Jor-El looked somewhat impressed so it must actually be good.

Magic began to whip around the slab upon which Chloe rested in a whirl and mixture of colors, swirling around the four bracelets, which lit up brightly.

Jor-El nodded. "Doppelgänger. You'll be the easiest to untether. You should be first."

Adam licked his lips, the boy clearly uncomfortable and worried, and yet he slowly and carefully slid his hand out of the bound and left it hanging on Chloe's ankle before he stepped back and away from her and rubbed his now free wrist.

Chloe took in a harsh breath.

So did Jason, Whitney and Zod, as their bracelets flashed.

Vika closed her eyes tighter with a hiss as she took in a deep breath before she continued with her chant.

Jor-El cleared his throat. "The next one should go now."

"Are we sure about this?" Jason didn't look sure at all, eyebrows nearly touching in a frown, and yet he took in a deep breath and licked his lips as he slowly removed his hand from the binding.

Just like before, Chloe took in a harsh breath, and her back arched slightly off of the slab before she collapsed back onto the slab, still unconscious despite it all.

Whitney and Zod both flinched and tightened their hands into tightly clenched fists as their bracelets flashed angrily.

"Now we'll use the anchoring chant. Vika, you continue as you are, you have been doing brilliantly," Jor encouraged as he passed something to Clark and motioned to something on it to him. "I will say this part, and you will repeat these lines."

Clark's eyes widened. "I don't speak Dragon."

"Draconian," Jor corrected patiently. "You will do fine, it is mostly repetition, so you will just say what you hear me saying."

Clark nodded slowly as he licked his lips before he paused. "Wait, mostly?"

Jor brought his hand down on the boy's shoulder. "You are a most capable witch and I have absolute confidence that you can do this."

Clark took in a deep breath as he nodded. "I can do this."

Faye made sure to hold the screen at the precise angle so that Jor-El and Clark could see the ritual perfectly as the Dragon and his apprentice began their own sets of chants (and repeating) all the way in Smallville.

Diana nibbled on her thumb nail.

Cassie began to pace.

There was nothing they could do, not yet, not for this part of the ritual, and it was obviously killing them to have to stay at the sidelines and just watch.

At least Faye got to hold the screen and be helpful that way, it kept her from going crazy.

Whitney and Zod grunted as their bracelets began to sear into their flesh, the scent of burnt skin filling the caves as magic visibly lifted from their hands and traveled towards Chloe's opened mouth.

Vika, hands still over Chloe's eyes, began to speak in harsher tones, her body swaying.

The bracelets cut into Whitney's and Zod's skin, their blood trailing down each link until it reached Chloe's skin, where it seemed to be soaked in. It was obviously an agonizing process and Faye made a face, unable to look away despite it all.

"How will we know when it's enough?" Diana wanted to know.

Cassie just continued to pace.

Suddenly Chloe's eyes flew open, and they were blood red.

"Remove the bracelets! Now!" Jor-El yelled, interrupting Clark's repeat.

Whitney and Zod asked no questions, yanking free from the binds and holding their scarred, bleeding wrists.

Immediately, Chloe's eyes slid closed and her body collapsed once more onto the slab.

Diana took in a deep breath.

Cassie stopped pacing.

Jason and Adam shared a look before they drew closer.

"Let's not waste any time, Major Zod and the Sanguine have only bought us a limited amount of it," Jor-El cleared his throat. "Now, Lady Vika, where are the Stones of Power?"

"Here, Councilman," Vika opened her eyes as she reached out and grabbed the pendant that rested on Chloe's chest, a small smile tilting her lips. "They are right here."

17th-Nov-2013 04:06 am (UTC)
Ohhhh my Bart has joined and I didnt even notice. Will go back and reread that chapter but yay my baby boy has made it. Love that he told Patricia to stuff it.

Wonder what Mikhail thought about what Bart said about Patricia's relationship with his dad.

Wait wut????
You're telling me that Chloe has been carrying the stones of power around with her??? Ohh vey!!!!!!!
17th-Nov-2013 08:08 am (UTC)
yay.... bart... his the last of his familiy, right... and of course his soo mouthy.. lol

i'm soo happy you updated again so soon....
17th-Nov-2013 03:00 pm (UTC)
Ah so it was the necklace. I hope there's no nasty side effects with this ritual.
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