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The New Circle 115A/? 
21st-Dec-2013 12:49 am
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Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Major Dru-Zod, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain/Byron Moore, Adam Knight, Zatanna Zatara, Bart Allen, Clark Kent, Vika Balcoin...
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.

The next couple of days were hard on everyone, he was sure of that, but for Byron they passed in a depressed, dark stupor. He had a lot of things on his mind and he knew that he wasn't taking what he'd learnt very well at all, and that he was worrying the people he cared about the most, and that made his attitude even worse. But he couldn't help it, because no matter how he looked at the situation, he kept getting angrier and angrier.

In one reality his sister had died.

In the other reality, his girlfriend had been on the brink of death.

In both realities, the two most important people in Byron's life hadn't only faced death, but done so because someone had been actively trying to murder his sister.

If Moira wasn't already dead he would have killed her himself for the part she'd played in all of it, and by killing her Byron knew that he would have taken a step towards becoming the monster he knew was buried deep within him.

He'd read over the so-called "Gospel of Faye", and damn it, he got why Faye had recoiled from him for a second when she'd come back from her vision! The only thing he'd been good for was killing everyone! Rao had been able to turn him easily, to the point where Mikhail had had to sacrifice his own life so that Byron could be put down like a rabid dog. Because he was honest enough with himself to know that that was exactly what he'd been: a rabid dog. And that stung.

Byron hated knowing that that was what was inside of him, that he was that sort of liability to everyone. Just because Chloe had gotten most of the darkness out of him didn't mean anything, he had enough left that Zod was sure Byron was claimed for her Darkseid Circle, so that said enough. It meant that Byron was an animal, a monster. It meant he was still that thing that belonged to the darkness. It was why he'd pushed Faye away, why he couldn't be with her, why he'd snapped at her and fought with her and said things that he didn't feel and-.

The boy ran his hands over his face at the mere memory of the horrible fight they'd had, fighting the urge to cry, to be strong. He was a monster. He couldn't risk Faye. He couldn't risk hurting her, killing her.

"Just stop it already," a soft voice announced as Chloe sat down next to him on the edge of the dock at Crater Lake.

Byron removed his hands from his face but didn't look up from the reflection of the moon on the water. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Her gaze was on the water as well. "It's a little late to be all the way out here by yourself, isn't it? Especially without telling anyone where you're going?"

Byron didn't say anything, merely stared ahead.

"You're not that Byron."

Byron tightened his hands into clenched fists at his side.

"You're not." Chloe continued to stare ahead of her. "You don't have the amount of darkness in him that he did. John never tried to cure that Byron. I cured you. Sure, you still have small traces of darkness in you, but they are not enough that you can't go into sunlight. He couldn't."

"I'm still unofficially Claimed for the Darkseid Circle." Byron couldn't stop himself, or the viciousness in his tone. "Rao could always turn me to his side and force me to do his bidding because I'm a monster, just like he is."

"Like I am, you mean?"

Byron flinched, his eyes going wide as he turned towards her. "No! I would never-! I don't think you-!"

Chloe continued to stare ahead at the dark waters of Crater Lake. "Do you know how Crater Lake was formed?"

He frowned in confusion. "What?"

"Crater Lake was formed when Dragons fell to earth."

Byron's gaze widened in shock as it returned to the dark waters. "Are you serious?"

"Why did you come here tonight?"

He gulped. "I don't know. I felt drawn."

The corner of her lips pulled to the side in a wry smile. "Pete's and Clark's gifts activated here, you know."

Byron blinked, not having known that. "Really?"

"Yeah." Chloe stood, her gaze still on the water before she turned her back on it and closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the darkness and disappearing into the depths below.

Byron's eyes narrowed in confusion as he waited for her to resurface, but as the seconds dragged on into minutes and Chloe didn't break through to the surface Byron's confusion turned into worry. "Chloe?" He moved his palm upwards. "Air around me, grant me light." An orb appeared. "Chloe?!" The boy shifted position so he was half hanging off of the dock, peering under it, using the orb of light to illuminate the underbelly of the dock, proving that Chloe wasn't hiding under there.

That was when worry gave way to panic.

Throwing the orb down into the water, Byron summoned four more and tossed them rapidly into the water below before yanking off his shirt and kicking off his shoes. He then jumped deep into the cold water, gazing left and right, the orbs of light sinking around him and casting light and shadows around him. He was able to see weeds and fallen trees, tires and junk that had been discarded, but no sign of his sister. Byron swam on, searching the large lake, terror building in his heart, causing him to refuse to surface for air because she'd been down for much longer than him and if he kept surfacing for air then she would definitely drown by the time he found her.

Byron's lungs burnt as they begged him for air, the boy beginning to get disoriented, but he pushed on, knowing he was going passed his breaking point, but he wouldn't give up. He had to find her. Had to find her! But was he swimming left or right? Up or down? It was getting dimmer, darker, and he felt heavier… his breath finally leaving him in a flurry of bubbles…

Suddenly someone grabbed him by his waist and yanked him in some direction, he couldn't even be sure anymore, until finally they surfaced and he coughed violently, gasping harshly for breath. It took him a while to realize that there was a cheek resting against his shoulder, arms around his body, and that they were just floating in the middle of Crater Lake.

Byron coughed, his hand going to the feminine ones locked protectively around his chest. "You were never drowning."

"No." She sounded unrepentant behind him. "But a monster wouldn't have nearly drowned himself trying to save someone else."

Byron's eyes prickled, his throat going thick as his grip on her hands tightened as his head lowered.

"You're not a monster, By. You're not." She leaned her forehead against his back. "You're my baby brother and I love you just the way you are. I wouldn't change you for the world."

That lump in his throat kept getting thicker and thicker as his grip on her hands tightened, his own hands trembling. "What if I end up hurting you? What if I kill everyone I love because I can't stop the darkness inside of me? What if he uses me like he did in the other reality?"

She tightened her grip on him. "Trust me, Byron, trust me, when I say that I will never let anyone hurt you that way ever again. I'll protect everyone I love no matter the cost."

"But I want to protect you all too." Byron hissed, hating the fact that he was so close to tears. "You don't get that I love you and Faye, and I lost you two, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The two of you had to save each other-I was useless!" He cleared his throat. "I don't want to be saved, to be protected, Chloe." He tightened his grip on her hand. "I want to help protect and save those I love. I want to be strong, but I don't want to run the risk of losing control and hurting anyone. I'm so scared I'll hurt Faye, or you-I care about the others-but you two are the only ones I actually love. I want to protect you both, always, even from myself if I have to."

She smiled against his back. "I know the feeling."

He tightened his grip on her even more. "Chloe, you're the only one Dark!Me ever listened to."

She tensed slightly before pulling away. "What are you saying?"

Byron turned in the water to see his soaked sister as she stayed afloat. "I want you to bind me."

"You were just saying that because you're unofficially Claimed to the Darkseid-."

"I know what I was saying," he interrupted. The boy took in a deep breath. "Mikhail is on Circle Probation, and I get that you wouldn't want to go over his head, but I'm a special case and you know it." He narrowed his eyes. "I could be a serious liability, Chloe. I've heard the swearing in you use, I know it's different from the usual Circle binding because you want us to be able to use our individual powers, and I get it. But I want to alter my swearing."

Chloe narrowed her eyes on Byron. "What are you planning?"

Byron took in a deep breath. "On making everyone safer, especially you and Faye."

Chloe looked up at him in silence.

Byron stared down at her as he did his best to stay afloat. "Please."

His eldest sister stared up into his eyes, almost as if weighing his soul, and must have seen how much this was burdening him because while it was obvious that she was worried, the blonde sighed and reached up to cup his cheek. "Don't make me regret this."

Byron smiled down at her.

She patted his cheek. "And apologize to Faye the second we get back. She's been a snarkier bitch to the others than usual since you two broke, and I'm worried she might make someone cry, or homicidal, if she keeps things up." With that she turned and began swimming back towards shore.

Byron watched his sister with a small smile before he began to swim after her.

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"Do I even want to know?" Zatanna raised an eyebrow in amusement as she dried Chloe's hair for her in front of the large mirror in Chloe's room. They were still in the process of moving into the newly finished manor (which many had believed would never be finished) and there were still boxes upon boxes of unpacked things littering the floor.

"Byron needed to figure out some things about himself." Covered in only a towel, Chloe sat on a plush ottoman in front of the mirror. "I helped him figure those things out."

Zatanna had noticed that since Chloe had returned from uniting the caves she was different. The woman couldn't figure out how exactly, maybe more calm, maybe a little more calculating, maybe more mature. She wasn't sure which, but she knew that at least something that hadn't changed was the blonde's devotion to those she loved. "Maybe now Faye won't be such an incredibly dislikable person."

Chloe's lips twisted in amusement as her greens met Zatanna's blues in the mirror. "I thought you were handling Faye's attitude better than everyone else."

Zatanna put down the smaller towel and brought out the brush as she began to ease the tangles out of the blonde's locks. "I've had to put up with Apokalips and all those that lived there. That means I have learnt to handle certain situations with what I have learnt is called a poker face, that doesn't mean that I didn't want to step on her toes or kick her a couple of times."

Chloe snorted in laughter. "She did get childish at times, but she was suffering from a broken heart."

Zatanna rolled her eyes with no sympathy whatsoever.

Chloe sighed. "You know, Zatanna, I feel the need to remind you, again, that I don't need someone to dry and brush out my hair and that I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself."

"As long as you feel the need to remind me you can remind me," Zatanna informed her as she worked through a knot in the blonde locks. "And I'll remind you that as your bloodbond servant it is my duty to carry out these services and I'll do them."

Chloe pursed her lips. "But you only became bloodbond to keep from being killed and to make sure you got out of Apokalips-which you succeeded in, by the way. So you really don't have to-ouch! You did that on purpose!"

She had. "I have no idea what you're talking about. If you move around like that you're going to get your hair pulled. It's only common sense."

Chloe eyed her suspiciously before she sighed and kept perfectly still. "All I am saying is that you don't need to feel obligated to do these sort of things for me just because you are bloodbonded to me."

Zatanna's lips twisted wryly. "That's nice of you, Chloe."

The blonde raised an eyebrow. "I have a feeling there's a 'that's also naive of you' somewhere in there as well."

A sigh escaped the older witch's lips as her gaze once more met those greens in the mirror. "A blood bond between Draconian and any other species is designed for one purpose and one purpose alone: for willing servitude from the other species in exchange for protection from the Draconian. When that bond is initiated willingly by the other species, the bond is a little different, I am not too clear on it, but I know enough that I want to do this. Just like you want to protect me."

Chloe eyed her reflection thoughtfully before she nodded. "Okay."

Zatanna always felt uneasy when the subject of her forcing the bloodbond on Chloe came up. At the time it had seemed like the only way that she could save her life, but now that Zatanna actually knew the girl she knew that the blonde would've helped her cross over to earth if Zatanna had opened up to her about her plight, and that made Zatanna feel a bit like a rapist. It wasn't the same, she knew it, but she'd forced a union, a partnership of some sort, upon the girl for the rest of their lives, and she felt guilty for it. It was probably one of the reasons why she didn't resent 'serving' her half Draconian mistress, when the thought of doing so before in Apokalips had set her wild in fury and disgust. Then again, this wasn't exactly a life of servitude, was it?

That guilt continued to grow in the pit of Zatanna's stomach, especially when Chloe caught her gaze in the mirror and smiled at her.

"So, why exactly does the Mayor want to see me all of a sudden?" Chloe tilted her head to the side. "It's rather late to be seeking an audience with me." She smiled. "And who says "seeking an audience" nowadays anyway?" She shook her head. "I still can't believe I'm someone other people feel the need to "seek an audience" with."

Zatanna eyed the girl who didn't seem to realize that she was so incredibly powerful that she almost seemed to glow with said power. "Greg didn't say why the Mayor wanted to speak with you, only that it seemed to be urgent. His son Hank, and some of the other boys from the Vigilante Initiative, were there as well."

Chloe narrowed her eyes. "If the VI were there…" She stood and tightened her grip on her towel as she moved towards the closet. "Let's not keep everyone waiting."

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"Are you ever planning on leaving this room?" Clark wanted to know as he finally looked up from the scroll he'd been examining.

Councilman Jor paused from the wall with the many pockets in it. "One day."

"One day this century?" The witch pushed.

The Dragon finally turned towards the boy. "Is there anything pressing outside of this room that needs my attention?"

Clark frowned. "Well, no."

"Exactly." The Dragon returned his attention to what he'd been doing before. "Whereas in this room there are many different things that require my immediate attention. There is the issue of why the Stones and Orb bore Chloe Darkseid's personal symbol, as well as a prophecy that might better indicate what we might expect to come in the war, and of course, what Chloe Darkseid personally asked me to look into for the Halfling and his half brother, the Half Salamander."

Clark eyed the Dragon and couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, the Councilman was just busying himself so much so that he'd never have to leave this room. If he did that, then he'd never have to come to terms with that fact that what was outside of this room wasn't Apokalips, and his family and homeworld weren't really dead.

The young witch sighed. "How can I help?"

Councilman Jor gave him a smile. "You have already been a tremendous help, my boy. You're bright and have picked up the basics of our written language rapidly for a human." There was fatherly pride in those eyes. "I'll make a Draconian Mage out of you yet."

Clark grinned. "You think?"

The Dragon nodded. "If you can stand being in this room a little longer."

Clark chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."

21st-Dec-2013 06:34 am (UTC)
OMG!!!! Yay!!!!!
I have been refreshing like crazy for an update.

Ohh I just want to huggle Byron. Love that bit about Faye been bit heir the usual. Like that Clark s trying to help jor.
Now why does Zod to speak to Chloe for.

Runs of to the next part.
21st-Dec-2013 03:54 pm (UTC)
Silly Byron. Like Chloe would let him become a monster. Shame it took Byron almost drowning to shake him out of his funk.

I really like the friendship between Clark and Jor. I bet Clark will make a great Draconian Mage.
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