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The New Circle 122B/? 
27th-Feb-2014 05:07 pm
chlodney X&Z
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, Pete Ross, Jor-El, Vika Balcoin, Van McNulty...
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 and Lana had disappeared, blinked out of existence from the middle of the crowd much like Chloe and Nell had earlier, and it was obvious that their disappearance was tied in somehow. Diana grew more and more nervous; Concilium Delibero had been invoked. It wasn't that she didn't think Chloe couldn't handle the situation, but the blonde had obviously been on edge and slightly off her game when she'd addressed the people. Whatever she'd learnt from Charles had sent her reeling.

Trust Nell to pick the worst time ever to pull crap like this.

"I should be actively involved in whatever is happening!" The Mayor hissed to Philip Mason, the Chief Editor of the Smallville Ledger, and Ned, who owned and ran KROC, the local radio station, both whom had stayed behind. "I'm the damn Mayor for crying out!"

Philip, as Chief Editor of the local newspaper, didn't usually do fieldwork himself, but had been hands-on with any news that was Chloe-related from day-one, and continued to be so. "You might be Mayor of Smallville, but you have to admit that this witch stuff seems to have its own jurisdiction."

"Maybe that should change." The Mayor narrowed his eyes.

"Are you serious?" Ned let out an incredulous snort. "How would you handle anything going on? Talk to the bad witches in your outside voice?"

The Mayor appeared quite unhappy at the doubt cast on his abilities. "The girl is powerful, yes, but she's a citizen of Smallville, and as such she needs to-."

"Now listen here Mayor," Philip turned to the man as he cut him off, the reporter old-school as he held out the pen he'd been tapping to his notepad at the man. "We barely kept the girl from leaving last time. Do I have to remind you of the craters around us where other towns used to exist?"

A muscle jumped in the Mayor's cheek. "That doesn't mean that she should be allowed free-range to do whatever she wants."

"What exactly has she been doing with that free-range?" Ned wanted to know. "She's erected defenses! Has started militia! The second this new guy-whoever he is-stumbled into our borders at least four different alarms were tripped."

"Morale is up, check the polls, people feel safer." Philip tapped his pen against his notepad once more. "If you ask me, that girl's doing a good job running the witch angle of this town. And I'm not the only one who thinks so. Any piece we run in the Ledger on her or anything related to her Circles receives an incredible amount of reader feedback, and they're almost 100 per cent positive. The only complaint we've really read is on her allowing the people in town who were aligned with Rao to leave with their lives."

The Mayor shook his head at the memory of that day. "Stupid move, one we won't commit again."

"Still, you need to listen into KROC's new program, Witchy Woman Declassified, it's run by Chloe's cousin, Lois Lane and is magically altered so that only those who live in Smallville can pick it up while it's airing. Anyone else who tunes in during that program will hear the week's Top 40 musical hits. Other than playing Lois's eclectic taste in music, the program has segments in which she debunks witch myths and answers caller's questions. It's an informative tool that ensures that witches aren't the creatures of darkness and myth anymore." He smirked. "It's our most popular program by far."

Philip turned to him. "That program was Chloe's idea, wasn't it? As was the idea of Lois being the host?"

Ned grinned and nodded. "Yeah, and I'm glad she pitched both ideas. Lois is perfect for the part, and our listeners love her."

"It's also helped bridge the distrust and fear people had towards witches, since they now understand them better." Philip licked his lips. "I actually approached her about wanting something similar for the Ledger, and she's sent me Dinah Lance and Julian Luthor, who apparently both have degrees in journalism. We sat down and talked about what I was looking for, and they're going to come up with an idea for a new column by the end of the week. If I like it, it's theirs."

"Sounds interesting," Ned offered. "I know Dinah and Julian well, they are a part of Lois' Circle-or what's left of it. They're good kids."

Philip seemed to agree. "And they seem professional as well."

The Mayor stared at the two men.

Grant, who still stood next to Diana, narrowed his eyes on the man as he leaned in closer to her, voice lower. "If he causes any more trouble he'll have to be taken care of."

Diana sent her ex boyfriend a little look. "In what way do you mean?"

Dawn Chamberlain's voice interrupted whatever he would've said, the woman looking around her. "Faye? Where did you go?"

"Byron disappeared as well." Zatanna's voice behind them caused Diana and Grant to jump as they turned to see the slightly older witch approach.

"Mystery solved." Grant eyed Zatanna like she was some sort of ninja, his hand to his heart. "They probably snuck off somewhere together."

"When I say 'disappeared' I mean he vanished in front of my eyes." Zatanna raised an eyebrow. "It was not his doing."

"Oh." Grant blinked.

"This has to do with the Concilium Delibero, I just know it does," Diana whispered.

Zatanna's eyes widened. "Someone invoked-?"

The brunette nodded before she sent the older girl a sideways look. "Where were you anyway?" She paused. "What was decided about… him?"

The Bloodbound looked away. "You'll have to talk to Chloe about that."

Diana nodded, having expected that from Zatanna. "Okay."

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"I'm sorry for asking this of you, but you're the only Balcoin I could think of who'd take this as it is - a test - and not use it as an opportunity to vent your anger and let loose your hostility against Pete." Chloe placed her hand on Byron's shoulder. "I don't like the idea as it is, but at least this way the two of you will keep it professional, and there'll be less chance of someone getting hurt." She took in a deep breath. "It's why I tried to make this fight as fair as possible and matched Nell's Balcoin male and non-Balcoin female with you two."

Faye cracked her knuckles. "Leave it to us." She smirked. "I'm about to introduce Lana Lang to a whole new level of pain."

Chloe raised an eyebrow as she brought her other hand to Faye's shoulder. "Again, this is a test, not an actual fight."

"We'll be fine," Byron assured her, hand resting on the one she had on his shoulder.

"And we promise not to hurt them too much." Faye's smirk was pure mischief, her single dimple in deep.

Chloe sighed as she glanced between them. "I don't like this-I don't want this."

"We know." Byron's voice was odd. "But we need this."

The blonde eyed him in confusion. "What do you-?"

"I can do this." His browns rested on her, resolute. "I'm just as strong as the other Balcoins."

Faye blinked.

Chloe narrowed her eyes, confusion growing. "No one ever doubted that."

But there was something in Byron's expression that made her wary as he turned and walked towards the large circle of runes on the floor, where Pete was already waiting for him.

Pete's dark gaze fell on his youngest brother as they began to circle each other. "For the record, I don't want to do this and I think it's stupid." His gaze swerved to Nell. "We're going to have a serious conversation once this is over."

Byron appeared distracted but made sure to face Pete at all times. "I'm not going to hold back. I deserve to be a part of this Circle just as much as the others."

From her position next to Chloe (who had yet to return to her throne), Faye narrowed her eyes, voice lowered. "What is he going on about?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Chloe hugged herself, nervous as her brothers faced off. "It's almost as if he's trying to prove that point when he shouldn't have to, it should be obvious that he's right and he deserves it as much as the others."

"Prove it?" Faye tore her gaze from Byron and placed it on Chloe. "To you?"

The blonde eyed her younger brother, unease filtering through her system. "More like to himself."

With a roar, Byron threw the first curse.

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In the remains of Fortress, the Dragon observed the damage with a raised eyebrow, admittedly impressed. "Even though he was only recently unsealed he was capable of unleashing this sort of havoc." His lips curled in amusement. "It seems he was complaining about your skills as host."

"Very funny." Rao was far from amused as he surveyed the destruction all around him, ego far more bruised than he'd like to admit. "I don't see what you find so entertaining about this whole situation. He's loose and most probably gone to see my daughter."

"I figured as much," he announced with a faint nod. "Powerful or not, he'll still need to recover and her domain is the safest place to do it."

"It's your fault, really, that things have gotten as complicated as they have," another voice declared as a third approached. "You had her in your claws and you let her slip away."

"She shouldn't be able to travel by force of will on her own, instinctively, as she does. That is an extremely difficult, high-leveld skill which is passed from faded-scale to youngling and takes years to master." Rao was clearly on the defensive as his eyes shifted reptilian. "Not only that, but my grounds were warded against Travels of the Mind or Will which I have no sanctioned. For her to not only leave these grounds, but enter Apokalips of all places, was unthinkable at the time."

"It worked out in our benefit, at least-having her in Apokalips," the first Dragon declared. "I was able to perform the ritual on her with the Orb."

"The ritual could've been performed anywhere by anyone," a fourth Dragon grumbled as he came to stand next to the others. "This is a disaster. It will have people doubting in your power and ability to rule, Rao."

Rao bit back the desire to growl as his eyes rested on the newcomer. "What took you so long?"

"When you brought us here you told us to make ourselves invaluable in this world." He raised an eyebrow. "Obviously I've made myself more invaluable where I am than the others have as I was only now able to slip away."

The first Dragon snorted. "I see someone has grown arrogant since he came to earth."

There were glared gazes between the Dragons.

"Enough," Rao snapped as he turned his back on the destruction. "Come with me. It's time we talk about how this changes things."

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Byron was distracted and emotional, two things that confused Chloe as she watched her youngest brother battling himself and Pete. The reason she'd picked Byron for this fight was because he was the only one who wouldn't do exactly what he was doing right now. What in the world was going on? What was bothering her baby brother to this degree?

"Get your head in the game," Faye whispered, worry on her features as she watched her boyfriend.

Byron snarled as he sent a lightning storm towards Pete.

The Secondborn lifted his palms and erected a barrier of ice which withstood the onslaught of lightning. He then yelled and sent the wall sliding across the floor towards Byron rapidly.

Barely able to roll out of the way and avoid being crushed, by the time Byron looked up Pete was above him, a trident of pure ice in his hand and aimed at Byron's heart.


Pete had won.

There was no way Byron would be able to do anything before Pete shoved that sharp blade through his heart.

Even so, a muscle ticked in Byron's cheek, his eyes darkening as his pupils began to expand.

Realizing with a jolt that Byron was about to do something monumentally stupid, Chloe stepped forwards and clapped, drawing everyone's attention to her. "First battle to Thoreaux."

Nell Potter sneered.

Pete stood down, ice trident disappearing as he held out his hand to Byron. "You did good out there."

Byron merely slapped Pete's hand away, features flashing with fury as he pushed to his feet and stalked away.

Chloe watched him go in silence.

"Don't worry about him, he'll get over whatever has his panties in a bunch." A muscle jumped in Faye's cheek, her gaze also on Byron's back as he flickered and disappeared from the room.

"Do we even need to have the second battle?" Nell was smug, pure superiority. "Let's save you the further embarrassment. My point's been made."

"You're real cocky after only one victory." Faye's gaze went to the older woman. "Or is it more like you're worried your niece can't hold up against a mere Chamberlain?"

Nell sneered. "Fine. Lana will crush and humiliate you just like Pete did the little boy."

"Nell, that's enough!" Pete snapped, the blacks of his eyes vibrating. "Take the victory gracefully for crying out loud!"

A muscle jumped in the older woman's cheek at being talked to like that, especially in front of the others.

Lana sighed and turned to Faye. "Ready?"

The Darkseid Prophet smirked. "Let's do this."

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There were more Balcoins. Mikhail wanted to feel secure in the fact that he'd basically been promised a spot on the Balcoin Circle - but what if this revelation changed that? Chloe could find others who she liked better, who were more useful - who were not as lazy as he was. He could easily be replaced by one of these new siblings.

He was so close - so close! And yet they could snatch it away from him.

Mikhail knew what his father would've done had he been in his position. John Balcoin would've eliminated any obstacle or threat in his way - any hindrance to what he wanted would be done away with without a second thought. He'd taught Mikhail to be the same way, and it was the boy's first instinct to find out who these other Balcoins were, where they were, and get rid of the problem. But while it was his cultivated instinct, there was a small voice inside of him which reminded him that it was Chloe's Circle he wanted to be a part of, not his father's, and unlike John Balcoin, Chloe wouldn't approve of his violent intentions.

If he truly wanted to be a part of her Circle he had to prove it and fight for it in a way the girl would approve of and appreciate. And that meant he couldn't hunt down the other Balcoins before she met them - no matter how much they intimidated him.

"So, you decided not to kill them." A voice declared.

Mikhail jumped and turned to see Bart leaning next to him against the railing. "How long have you been there now?"

"Long enough to see your thoughts basically dance over your face." Bart gazed in front of him. "I know you're not asking me, but I think you made the right decision."

Mikhail raised an eyebrow. "You're right, I'm not asking you."

Bart smirked as he eyed him. "Ouch, you're really worried they're going to take your place." He tilted his head. "How come you're the only Balcoin not claimed yet? Because I saw Byron earlier and he's marked."

A muscle jumped in Mikhail's muscle. "That's none of your business, shortie."

Bart's grin grew larger. "I think you need an ally."

Mikhail raised an eyebrow. "You?"

"You want a part of that Circle, and so do I." Bart eyed him.

Mikhail narrowed his eyes. "How do you even know about them? The other Balcoins, I mean?"

Bart snorted. "Overheard a couple of the others talking about it amongst themselves. They seemed disoriented with the news-like someone punched them."

Mikhail gazed away. "It was a surprise, to say the least."

"You would've thought that, given the fact that you were actually raised by your father, he would've clued you in on the fact that they existed."

Mikhail gave a dark chuckle. "You'd be surprised at how little I actually knew."

Bart eyed him before he stared away. "Not really. Your dad sounds a lot like mine: a total asshat."

Normally Mikhail would try and defend the man who'd raised him, but lately he'd been finding it harder and harder to justify doing so, so he merely looked away in silence.

Bart stared in front of him in uncharacteristic silence.

Mikhail's gaze slid to the younger, usually quite cheeky and lively nuisance, wondering exactly what he'd done to be disowned. He'd lost his seat among the Six because of it, he should be with Chloe and the other Original heads right now but instead he was here with Mikhail and didn't seem to mind the demotion. If anything, he, like Mikhail, seemed more preoccupied with the revelation that the new Balcoins had arrived. Apparently Bart had an eye on a position in the Balcoin Circle. He was the last Sigan, and that would bring a good deal of power to the Circle, and while the kid could be annoying, Mikhail could see the benefit in what he was offering.

Bart raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. "What?"

Mikhail narrowed his eyes. "So, allies, huh?"

Bart grinned and nodded. "Allies."

28th-Feb-2014 01:35 am (UTC)
Hmm interesting choices. Was right about Faye. I was and wasn't surprised by Chloe shooting Byron. Was because he wouldn't of been my first choice. Wasn't because Chloe's reasons make sense or would of if Byron hadn't just talked to his uncle and messed with his head.

Well, well a Mikhail and Bart alliance so they can join Chloe's circle, I like it.

Edited at 2014-02-28 01:35 am (UTC)
15th-Mar-2014 07:02 pm (UTC)
Am curious. Who would've been your choice?

Oh yeah, they are in a dangerous position and need an alliance if they don't want to get knocked out of the race!
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