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, Pete Ross, Jor-El, Vika Balcoin, Van McNulty...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.
Whitney was uneasy as he rubbed the star at his elbow, something coiling deeply in his gut almost sickeningly. He felt unrest deep inside, an almost gut-wrenching sense of wrongness that made him nauseas.
"You will rub your skin off if you keep scratching at your Mark that way." Zod's voice was uncaring, merely stating a fact.
Whitney looked up at the Dragon in human form, forcing himself to stop scratching at the star even though the itch was still quite persistent. "I feel-like something wrong is happening."
Zod tilted his head as he leaned against the wall and observed Whitney. "Wrong in what way?"
The boy hesitated as he thought over his answer. "I'm not too sure. But I feel like I want to vomit, and the muscles in my stomach are clenched painfully."
Zod's eyebrow rose. "Is that so?"
Blue eyes narrowed on the Dragon. "Why do I have a feeling that you know what that means?"
"Have you ever felt this way before?" The Dragon wanted to know coolly.
Whitney shook his head.
"It is getting stronger then," Zod mumbled to himself before his gaze narrowed on Whitney. "Says a lot, I suppose."
"What are you talking about?" Whitney stepped forwards, able to understand how Chloe felt when people knew things about her and yet didn't tell her. "Does this have something to do with my being Chloe's Sanguine?"
"It has everything to do with you being her Sanguine. That, and the fact that you are enamored with her." Zod was, as ever, blunt and straight to the point. "The fact that you are able to sense these things now means that your connection with her is much more evolved in its path than I had expected it to be."
"Evolved-?" Whitney wondered at the word.
"You have already evolved quite a few times, have you not, Sanguine? Like a serpent shedding its skin." Zod's gaze lowered to Whitney's hand, to his new mark. "That in itself proved you were stronger and the connection deeper, but still, I have to admit I am surprised." His gaze rose to Whitney's face. "How much of your soul have you actually exchanged with her?"
Whitney froze. "My soul? What are you-?"
"I have said it plainly in the past, have I not?" Zod looked somewhat annoyed that he had to repeat this. "I know that humans are less advanced than Dragonkind but you are the Sanguine, I expected better of you. And her, to be honest, but she has a war and a rulership to deal with so I am giving her some leeway." The Dragon took in a deep breath as he eyed Whitney. "She is your Animus, boy. Do you even know what that word means?"
"I know old German. Not whatever language that word is in."
"It is Latin." Zod let out a sigh, seeming quite put-upon at this moment. "And it means mind, spirit, courage, passion, wrath... soul."
Whitney's eyes widened. "So when you say that she's my Animus-."
"I am saying that she is your Soul." Zod's voice was emotionless as he delivered this news. "And Sanguine is derived from Sanguinis, also Latin, which means Blood."
Whitney's eyes narrowed. "I'm not really following."
"I was prepared for that." Zod sounded resigned. "Tell me something, Sanguine, when did you first begin the exchange?"
"The exchange?" Whitney was confused.
"It would have been an event very early into her awakening." Zod was more patient now. "An event in which your magics reacted to each other."
Whitney's staggered back. "The kiss."
Zod's eyebrow rose. "Explain."
Whitney licked his lips and looked away. "I was a real dick to her when we were waiting for her power to awaken, to be honest, I was just sick of waiting." He cleared his throat. "I had tried to get her to awaken the way I had, through anger, and yet that wasn't working so out of sheer desperation I tried one last tactic-shock."
"So you kissed her." Zod nodded to himself, understanding the situation now. "And she awoke magically."
Whitney nodded, unable to find his voice.
"This makes more sense now, your magic was the first hers ever came into contact with." Zod was talking to himself at this point. "There would have been an explosion of her power during her awakening, one in which you were at the epicenter of, and if your kiss was able to awaken her magic, it meant that at that moment hers connected with yours and found it compatible enough to lure it out."
Whitney felt odd and uncomfortable talking to Zod so as-a-matter-of-factly about this. "I joked to her that I was her 'first' because I'd sensed our magics react to each other, but I didn't realize-."
"That would have been the first exchange." Zod took in a deep breath. "When was another significant moment between the two of you, one that would cause your magics to be pulled towards each other?"
Whitney gulped. "When we swore to be loyal to each other, it was our own version of the Binding ritual a Circle goes through."
"A Circle is Six." Zod muttered to himself. "What you two have was a Line."
"A bilateral oath only involving two participants, where one being is connected directly and solely to another." Zod tilted his head towards Whitney. "Whatever oath came from the others after that, they are branches off of that Line, which still is the dominant one and still at the top of the tier."
Whitney didn't know what to say about that, a memory he had never been able to forget flashing in his eyes. "Gabe once told us that our magics considered us married. I-I thought it was-a joke."
Zod was silent.
"And then Greg was added and supposedly that negated the whole 'they're married' thing, that was why the Wisdoms of the Ages kidnapped me and Greg because it wanted her to choose, but she refused, claiming we were both hers and she wasn't going to choose." Whitney ran his fingers through his hair.
"Yet another exchange, a binding."
"But she claimed Greg as well!" Whitney's eyes widened.
"But she and the human had not gone through the exchanges, did not have the same bond, one in which she strengthened by claiming you as hers." Zod eyed Whitney. "Was that the only time she ever did that?"
Whitney went still, remembering the Qandisa episode. "There was a demon who took over control of my body and desires. Chloe fought her for me and told her that I was hers."
Zod was silent for a moment before he spoke. "Fighting a rival for ownership. That is... significant."
"And then when Rao hijacked me," and now that Whitney thought about it, was he weak to having his will and/or body taken over by someone else? "She claimed me again as hers and won me from him..."
"From Rao." Zod eyed Whitney in as close to shock as could appear on the Dragon's face. "If you could resist his touch and she could reclaim you back from him..." he cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair. "You must have claimed her back, it had to have been a reconfirming of your bilateral positions and the connection from this."
"I did, when she took me from Rao." Whitney nodded silently. "Also, during another incident, when Chloe was taken over by Francis Balcoin's magic and tried to kill Lex, I stopped her by kissing her."
Zod let out a dark chuckle. "If I had known all of this I would not have been so surprised by just how evolved you are at this point." His eyes flashed reptilian for a second before he took in a deep breath. "As I have said before, she is your Animus and you are her Sanguine, which respectively are Soul and Blood."
Whitney licked his lips as he waited to hear more.
"During all these exchanges, and even smaller ones that were not marked by such important events and might seem unimportant to you, your magics began an exchange that is only ever possible between Dragon and Witch. I have said this before and I will deign to say it again, it is a process that even Dragons respect because it is rare, especially one that is this strong this early on." Zod's blues landed on Whitney's. "To put it quite bluntly and in the simplest of terms so that we do not spend all day going over the particulars, you and Chloe have started an exchange which is nearly complete and far more extensive than I thought." Zod's eyes narrowed on Whitney. "I am truly curious as to just how much of your soul remains in your body."
Whitney gulped. "Are you saying that I'm soulless?"
Zod scoffed at the thought. "Of course not. Your soul merely resides in her body."
Whitney's eyes widened. "How is that any better?"
Zod looked at him as if he were an imbecile. "In return, her blood, which is in essence her life-force, is tied to you."
Whitney narrowed his eyes in confusion. "I don't-."
"It is why you can taste her blood when she is hurt, why you can go into the rage you go into, the Bloodlust, when she os injured or in danger." Zod took in a deep breath. "Once more, in its most basic terms, your magic has made her your soul and in exchange her magic has granted you special, inhuman powers, and a new form. You are tied, you are one." He eyed the younger male. "It is one of the reasons you are so protective - so scared that something will happen to her. Because if something were to happen to her, a part of you would die." He waited, watching Whitney go pale, before he continued. "Likewise, should something happen to you, she would lose a very vital part of her. Your death would be crippling for her, which is one of the reasons why subconsciously she is so protective of you. It is also the reason why when the very rare Sanguine is born, he or she is respected by Draconians because, despite being a witch and thus only a human, the Sanguine soul is that of a Dragon."
Whitney brought his hand to his chest. "She's my soul…"
"That connection is why you sense things about her. Though you sense them with a twist, I suppose. She bleeds - you taste it, she is dying - you feel it as if everything that makes you human is shattering."
Whitney couldn't deny any of that.
"Or how you are feeling right now, scratching at your star, the twin to hers, feeling that something 'wrong' is happening. And yet you are not feeling as if she is in danger, you do not feel the desperation or taste the blood so you know she is not in danger." Zod let that sink in. "It means something is happening with Chloe, in Chloe, and the part of you that is a part of her is not happy with it."
Whitney took in a deep breath as he digested this new. His blues rested on Zod, resolutely. "You want to sleep with her."
"I will sleep with her, multiple times, and we will both enjoy it immensely. We will procreate and have Hatchlings of our own." Zod was, as always, completely sure in himself and his future victories. "We will be the parents of a new generation of Dragons and help keep our species alive."
"Then why are you telling me this?" Whitney was confused. "You're telling me I have a stronger bond with her than you ever will."
Zod hesitated at that before he smirked. "You have a strong bond, yes, but I do not find you a rival in the true sense of the word. The Halfling and a few other males around her are my rivals, true rivals, but you are not."
Whitney didn't know how to take that. "And why is that?"
"Because, you are an ally, not a rival." Zod raised an eyebrow. "A rival is, by definition, one of two or more striving to reach or obtain something that only one can possess. That applies to both the Halfling and I, but not to you, Sanguine, and I. What we share is an alliance." Zod shucked his hands in his pockets. "An alliance is, by definition, an association to further the common interests of the members." His blues met Whitney's. "You must admit that you and I share the second, not the first."
Whitney still had no idea how to take all he was being told, or understand exactly what Zod was telling him. "What's our common interest?"
"Her protection, her safety, and her dominance over the humans and witches in this town, and maybe others."
Whitney's eyes widened and he took a step forwards. "I don't-."
"That is a lie. You, just as I, know that this is what she was born for, what she is destined for, and what she is good at." Zod's eyes were narrowed, his voice emotionless. "She was born to rule, and each day her kingdom grows, whether she wants to admit to it or not. We both want to be there to help support her and guide her throughout this, to help her become the monarch these people need, as well aswant." Zod raised an eyebrow as he smirked. "Humanity swear they desire freedom, and yet you have seen them, when it comes down to it, they want leadership, someone to look up to and tell them what they need to do." He tilted his head to the side. "I have been watching the tides turning and have seen more and more of the humans join the witches in that they are looking towards her for leadership and not their own governing entities. Even the humans are, with their actions, acknowledging her as monarch."
"Monarch." Whitney's voice was a soft scoff, and yet he couldn't look at Zod.
"And we are both capable and willing of doing what needs to be done to make sure that that comes into being."
Whitney's disturbed blue depths rose to Zod.
"I am a soldier, I am built for war and to follow orders." Zod's smile was dark as he pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning against. "Between the two of us, I am hoping she steps up and becomes someone whose orders I would follow without question."
Whitney stared at the Dragon. "I don't see you taking orders from anyone."
Zod's lips twisted. "You never saw me with my supervising officer." His gaze turned towards the horizon. "You and I are allies, Sanguine, whether you are capable of admitting it to yourself right now or not." And with that, Zod walked away.
Whitney watched him go, something coiling unpleasantly in his stomach.