Title: The New CircleFandoms: Smallville/Secret CircleCharacters: 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: 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.
Oh gods, she was going to be sick.
Chloe breathed in and out, in and out, taking deep breaths as she tried to keep the bile from rising up her throat.
"What was that?" Greg wanted to know, his voice hoarse.
"A memory. One of mine that I must have forgotten." Chloe ran her hand over her sweat-covered forehead as she leaned hard against the railing. "I always wondered how she could take away my memories if I was supposed to be so strong. Turns out she couldn't. I had to allow her to take my memories."
Greg turned to her with a frown. "I wonder which of your memories they took that night."
She closed her eyes tightly. "I know which memories they took."
She could feel Greg go stiff at her side.
"That was the night I forgot Gabriel Sullivan." Chloe took in a deep breath as she licked her lips. "Whitney can never know." She ran her hand over her face. "He'd never forgive me for that."
"Fucking hell." Greg let out a groan. "I feel guilty now."
"Don't be, I'm glad. In fact, I feel better now." Chloe let out a little sigh. "I've been worried thinking some random witch could overpower me in such a drastic way, when in reality, she can't." She licked her lips thoughtfully. "And even if I did what I did, and even if I can't remember him except for that one memory that I somehow managed to hold onto, I'm sure dad would have approved of me doing what I did to save Whitney-especially considering he was in the position he was in to try and help me."
Greg eyed her thoughtfully. "I agree. Gabe would have approved."
She smiled, not having realized until that second that she'd needed the reassurance from someone who had more than one memory of Gabriel Sullivan.
"Sorry to interrupt," a new voice announced as Whitney appeared from the shadows and admittedly scared Chloe half to death. "But I need to talk to Chloe for a moment."
Greg's eyes widened. "I, uh, see you later."
Chloe nodded, watching him go, and then turned to Whitney. "How long have you been there?"
Her Sanguine raised an eyebrow at her. "I just arrived. Why?"
She relaxed as she realized that if he had overheard anything she would've already been in the shithouse. "Nothing." The girl gave him a little smile. "How can I help you?"
Whitney eyed her suspiciously before he shook his head and held out his hand. "Come on, I've got something to show you."
Chloe eyed his hand thoughtfully before she placed hers in his. "Is this a good surprise or are we holding hands because you're worried I'll faint from horror?"
Whitney didn't say anything, merely led her through the back stairs down and outside to where his truck was parked.
"Are we going somewhere?"
Once again her questions were met with silence.
Whitney opened the backseat to his truck and motioned for her to get in.
Chloe raised an eyebrow and slipped inside, noticing Whitney's laptop. She made made space as her Sanguine slipped inside next to her, the door closing behind him as the blonde pulled the laptop onto her lap. "So, what are we watching? And why are we watching it in the back of your truck and not inside on the television with-?"
Whitney cleared his throat. "So I've been thinking: you're a Halfling."
Chloe blinked and turned towards him. "Has this only just registered?"
"Just listen to me and stop making smart-aleck comments for once in your life." He made a face at her. "It's never bothered me that you were half Dragon, but it never really hit me until the Ritual when I had to use my blood." He licked his lips. "You've got half of my blood and half of Zod's blood inside of you, you know? And that got me thinking."
Chloe waited for him to continue.
"Zod's going to push for you to manifest more and more of your Dragon side and heritage, and while that's all good and understandable I don't want you forgetting the human side of you either." He cleared his throat. "It's taken me a while to find this because they messed with my memories too, while we were gone, but I finally did find it."
Chloe frowned frowned slightly, confused.
Whitney reached over and pressed 'play' on his laptop before getting comfortable, his gaze on the screen.
Chloe's gaze remained on Whitney's face until she heard a voice from the laptop, her eyes widening as her head swung around to see the screen lit up to reveal herself and Whitney sitting on the floor.
"So, I know she's your little sister and all of that, but I just have to say it: Diana's attractive." Whitney fixed the camera up on the bookshelf and angled it so that it captured everything.
"Not you too." Chloe made a face as she turned to him.
Whitney, whose back was to Chloe, smirked slightly before his face went blank as he turned to her. "You sound jealous."
Chloe glared at him. "You need to clear your ears of wax, obviously."
"Whatever, I didn't come here to talk about your sister." Whitney settled himself in front of her, seated Indian Style.
"You could've fooled me."
"Sullivan, you seriously need to change your tone if you don't want me teasing you about jealousy issues."
Chloe rolled her eyes but was smiling as she held out her hands towards him. "You ready?"
He nodded. "Let's try out this spell you stole from Nell's book of spells-which I still can't believe she left in Smallville, by the way."
"I know, right? I've been reading it on the sly and finding out all sorts of dirt on them and all their spells. And you're the only one who will ever know that considering she'd probably want to start a war if she ever found out the sanctity of her family's BOS was sullied by lil ole me." Chloe grinned before she paused with a frown. "Are you sure you wanna try this? I told you what the Book of Shadows said. There could be side-effects."
He rolled his eyes. "Stop stalling already."
"Okay, but no one can know we tried this spell." Her gaze went to the camera. "This goes south, we destroy all evidence."
"Sure, sure, whatever." He reached out and placed his hands on top of hers, palms down.
Chloe licked her lips and took in a deep breath as she moved their hands so that their fingers were intertwined. Her greens stared deep into his blues as she squeezed Whitney's hands. "Murus scindandum!"
Whitney flinched, his face scrunched in discomfort, and then he tightened his grip on her hands as he grunted.
Sweat trickled down the side of Chloe's face.
Tension pulsed in Whitney's neck.
Greens and blues never looked away from the other, their intertwined fingers clasping the other tightly as the teens leaned in closer and closer to the other.
A trail of blood began to drip from Chloe's ear before she collapsed on the ground.
Whitney's eyes widened in horror. "CHLOE?" There was a flurry of movement as Whitney reached for his phone and dialed someone and then was there, pulling Chloe onto his lap, brushing her hair out of her face, his hands coming away bloody. "Nononononononononono…" He shook his head. "Chloe, you need to wake up." The jock brushed his own hair out of his face, leaving a smear of her blood across his face before he straightened her in his arms once more. "Damn it!"
The front door opened and Gabriel Sullivan hurried inside. "You're both damn lucky I was on my way home when I got that text! What spell did you two use?"
"One she got from Nell's family's book of shadows which was supposed to break down the walls inside of the other person and open them in a way that you were seeing through them almost." Whitney's voice didn't sound like his own. "We knew it was dangerous but I thought it would be dangerous for me."
Gabriel closed his eyes. "The Thoreaux were crafty sons of bitches who liked to leave out half of the ingredients or components of spells in case others read them. Lucky for us, Nell Potter was in love with John Balcoin and told him most of their secrets. He wrote down the important ones, and this was one of them. It's a very dark spell that has very little chance of being successful even when cast by very powerful witches and even then the side effects-. Why would you two-?" He shook his head as he saw the grief and worry on the boy's bloody-smeared face. "It doesn't matter." The man knelt down next to them, his face showing his deep concern and love for his daughter as he reached out and rubbed her head. "The part the Thoreaux left out in this spell was the fact that both sides have to give the invitation to the breaking down of the inner wall that separates you, otherwise only one will break and the one who cast the spell will die of an aneurism."
"Friggin Thoreaux!" Whitney snapped as tried to get Chloe into position.
"I'll help." Gabriel moved so he was seated and helped sit Chloe up. He kept one arm around her waist and the other grabbed her chin so that she was staring at Whitney. "Finish the ritual, but if you do-."
Whitney tightened his grip on her hands, stared deep into Chloe's unseeing eyes, and uttered the words without letting him finish. "Murus scindandum!"
The teenaged witches both spasmed before their eyes rolled in the backs of their heads and they collapsed, asleep.
Gabriel caught his daughter, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he cradled her in his arms. "Thank the gods."
Chloe slept, appearing tiny in his protective embrace.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Gabriel sniffled and wiped at a tear. "You need to stop making your old man worry like that, honey." He let out a chuckle of relief as he rested his forehead against hers. "I love you too much to lose you. Too much." His grip shook slightly, his breath wavered as he breathed out, once more wiping at his eyes. "I know that you're an incredibly strong witch, but you're daddy's little girl, and I'll protect you. I promise." He rested his chin on her head and stared ahead of him, worry plain on his face. "I don't know how, but I'll find a way." He tightened his grip on her. "Or I'll die trying."
Whitney lowered the screen of the laptop.
Chloe stared ahead of her, tears in her eyes and yet not falling.
Wordlessly, Whitney placed the laptop onto the seat next to her and opened his arms.
Chloe turned to him, burying her face into his shirt as she curled into his body in the back of his truck, resting her cheek against his heartbeat. "Thank you."
He nodded and rested his cheek on her head.
Chloe moved to press a kiss to Whitney's cheek softly. "Thank you."
Whitney tensed before his hand came up to cup the back of her head. The Sanguine eyed her intensely before he turned his head slowly, deliberately, ghosting his lips against hers.
Chloe's eyes widened in utter shock, her heart fluttering as her breath escaped her lips.
Whitney's grip on her tightened as his eyes closed and he pressed closer, harder, his kiss surer.
Chloe tilted her head to the side to grant him better access, the blonde confused as to what was happening and yet gripped at his shirt and opened her mouth to his kiss.
Hadn't he always been the one to tell her that they would make horrible partners? That a relationship between them would be the worse mistake possible?
And yet, as Whitney pulled her towards him, there was no uncertainty in his touch. One hand tangled itself in her hair, keeping her fixed to him, while the other moved down her back to her hip. He pulled her closer and closer, until the girl was almost lying on top of him as he leaned against the door and kissed her deeply. Chloe didn't understand what was going on, why Whitney was suddenly kissing her, and while a part of her was going wild with questions another part of her didn't care for the why, it merely pressed closer and opened her mouth to his kiss and whimpered when he tightened his hold on her.
Similarly to when Zod had kissed her, magic pulsated within Chloe's solar plexus, alive and painful. It stirred within her, shifting and aligning before seeming to find its place and settle. She brought her hand to her chest and breathed in harshly as a rush of something went to her head and dizziness overtook her, the blonde swaying.
Whitney pulled away and frowned as he stared into her face, eyes narrowed. "Chloe?"
Chloe gripped at his arm and her head, horribly disoriented. "I got a little dizzy, that's all."
The Sanguine frowned as he moved them so that she was sitting down once more and he wasn't leaning with his back to the door. "I'm going to go for Jor-El. This might be an aftermath of the Ritual-or of the joining of the Triad-or even of the Stones of Power or Orb." He brushed her golden locks out of her face softly before he pulled away. "Try and not get into trouble while I go find him."
Her lips twisted in a smirk as she gazed up at him in the shadows, knowing that was a dark, heated blush on her face. "You say that as if I go looking for trouble."
"Doesn't matter if you go looking for it or not," he gave a soft sigh. "It finds you."
Chloe stared up at Whitney and then reached for his hand before he could leave. "What just happened between you and I?"
Whitney stared down at her in silence, the boy bathed in the shadows and half covered by it, half lit by the moon. He tilted his head to the side, a teasing smirk tilting his lips. "We kissed. Wouldn't be the first time."
Chloe's blush grew. "The first time like that!"
"Just-stay here. I can't talk about this while I'm worried about you and your dizzy spells." Whitney's hand slipped from hers. "I'm going to find Jor-El, and if I can't find him, I'll find Zod. He might know something."
Chloe watched Whitney as he opened the door and slipped out of the truck, the girl unable to keep herself silent as she spoke. "You two get along well, don't you? Zod and you, I mean."
Whitney hesitated for a second before he gave a half-turn and shrugged, his hands going to his jacket. "We don't so much 'get along' as we do respect each other and our positions, I suppose."
Chloe blinked in confusion. "I don't understand."
Whitney thought about it for a second. "I don't either." He gave a dark chuckle before he turned, closed the door and left, in search of the last surviving Draconian Councilman.
Chloe watched him go in silence, eyebrows nearly touching in confusion, her hand raising to her chest as magic continued to stir and work within her.
The Sanguine disappeared from sight around the corner.
Chloe sighed before she opened the door and got out of the truck, leaning against it. The moonlight above her flickered, drawing her attention to the heavens. It was a tranquil night all things considered, and Chloe pushed up from the bench, eyes narrowed on the moon, on the dark clouds drawing towards the moon, beginning to cover it slowly, almost as if with purpose. The girl moved so she could watch the clouds covering the moon better, her grip on her heart tightening as the darkness grew on the face of the earth, that hammering in her solar plexus increasing.
Chloe could feel magic somewhere, everywhere, all at once, flickering, almost as if coming alive-coming undone-or breaking free.
She moved forwards, greens narrowed as she clenched her hand in her shirt and awareness prickled at her skin like millions of needles.
Her lips moved and formed three words, a question, which the wind took from her and carried away. "Who are you?"
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"Who are you?" Her words reached him on the wind, soft, aware, wary.
His lips curled. The fact that she was aware of his existence so early on proved the magnitude of her power, that she was the one, the only one, who was worthy. And now that she'd formed the Triad, now that she'd joined with the whole of her power, now that the Orb and the Stones of Power resided within her body… now the time was upon them. Now the event was ready. Even now he could feel the magical bindings and barriers that had kept him prisoner from time uncountable slipping away. They'd done wrong to forget him the way they had. He'd make sure that that mistake wasn't made another time. Never would his name be a whisper, forgotten.
The door behind him opened to reveal one of the witch followers. "My Lord wishes your company."
He was being summoned, like some sort of underling. And yet he bided his time, testing the falling wards, the disintegrating magical chains around him, and merely nodded wordlessly to the witch as he followed him out. With each step he could feel his power returning to him, each breath invigorating him more. Soon now each and every chain and lock which had been placed upon him, tying him down, locking him and his power, sealing him and his magic away-it would all be gone. And those around him who were all so inferior they did not even sense as each layer of blockage, each seal, each ward, was stripped away… Well...