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...
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.
Chloe felt it the second it happened. She clutched at the front of her chest and cried as she collapsed to her knees. Something was attacking the Bleeding Caves. It connected immediately with the Crystal and Genesis Caves, and together they worked on the virus trying to infect the caves - and through them Chloe.
The Bleeding Caves could've handled the threat easily on its own, in fact, it did. It recognized the threat the second it activated and attacked it with vicious fury. The virus hadn't stood a chance. While it did so, the Genesis Caves sought the source of the attack, and the Crystal Caves recorded it all.
The world seemed to speed at a sickening pace before it came to a screeching halt, the image in front of Chloe that of Harriet, Rudy and Ian.
"You did what?" Rudy frowned.
"Did you think I didn't know that that sniveling little bitch would go back to her new mistress?" Harriet glared. "Imagine her having the nerve to come here and tell us we should join the Firstborn! I'm disgusted with how weak Alicia was! How she expected us to be just as weak and subservient as she was!" She smiled, smug. "I made sure I not only killed the weakest Balcoin, but she'd be useful to me. For once." She moved closer to Ian. "I cursed her, and once she is at death's door it will trigger the spell to infect the most powerful magic around her. If the Firstborn is as weak willed as we know she is, the magic affected will be hers. We'll cripple her and then we'll take Smallville from her corpse."
"Since when do you want Smallville?" Rudy wanted to know.
"I don't give a shit about Smallville or its people, but if they want a ruler I'll give them one with some backbone." She smiled darkly. "The curse should've taken root now. It's time to march on Smallville and pay our sister a visit."
"The others in her Circle are going to try and protect her," Ian declared with a lazy drawl. "Even if she's crippled magically they will be a problem."
"I have a plan," Harriet declared, terribly confident. "And if they want to stand in our way after she falls, we'll bury them along with her, Alicia, Jordan and Sarah." Her expression turned deadly. "NO ONE betrays me and lives, especially my own twin."
Rudy lowered his gaze.
Ian grinned. "It's time to kill your family."
Harriet smiled. "It's going to be a fun night."
Chloe gasped as the connection ended, the caves having done their job defeating the magical virus, cataloging it and the events, and identifying the source of the threat.
She looked up at her own reflection. She'd been about to change into another gown, but this changed everything.
Instead, Chloe moved towards the closet once more and pulled out a black dress, one that she'd previously thought looked like something one would wear to a funeral.
She sent a message to Jake, Conant, Clark, Lex, Justin and Tina. The VI needed to be assembled at every border. She then called Greg so he could assemble the Suicide Squad to do the same thing.
Since Diana was there with Greg she spoke to her Eye, telling her to go to their siblings in the Healing Caverns to let them know that Harriet was coming, and she was out for their blood, so they should stay within the safety of the caves.
"I'm on it," Diana declared. "Here's Whit, I know you'll want to talk to him."
She was right.
"What do you want me to do?" Whitney asked. "You don't have to meet them yourself. They'll be grossly outnumbered anyway."
"Don't underestimate a Balcoin," Chloe reminded him. "We're evil little cockroaches at heart."
"Don't say that, I like your heart," Whitney informed her softly, and then could be heard hissing a curse at Greg when the Cyclops made a teasing comment in the background.
Chloe smiled. "Meet me at the western border in half an hour."
"I'll be there."
She hung up and looked at the dress, she had a lot to do and very little time to do it.
"Why are you telling me this?" Jason stared at the man who'd been a source of much question since he'd arrived with worms moving beneath his skin.
"Because, as my magic is in your veins, you are as much mine as Chloe is Rao's." The man who'd introduced himself as the Dragon Dax-Ur, replied easily. "I wanted you to understand that, as you did not press the claim made on your behalf, as of tonight your meld with Chloe has been replaced."
Jason didn't really know how to feel about that. He still cared about Chloe, much more than he should, but like her he was too worried that their feelings were manufactured. They'd been created to one day breed with each other, so how could they ever trust that those feelings were genuinely theirs? "You said replaced, so I'm going to assume that somehow Whitney has managed to mark her."
Dax-Ur's eyes widened in genuine shock. "How did you know?"
Jason chuckled darkly. "I've always known he was the real competition. Not Adam, not Lex, not Zod. Whitney. He will always be the real competition. Even if they never became romantic, it would always be him."
"How did you figure that?" The Dragon asked curiously.
"Because unlike everyone else, she needs him, not only that, but she relies on him." Jason shook his head, surprised he had to explain it. "Chloe's independent, fiercely so, but she depends on him."
The Dragon eyed him thoughtfully. "You do not seem very bothered by the fact that you no longer hold a claim over her."
Jason hesitated, he didn't want to say this out loud, wasn't even sure why he was. "She deserves a claim that hasn't been forced on her."
The Dragon blinked, clearly not getting it. "What do you mean?"
"My claim on her was forced by Rao, she didn't have the ability to accept it or not, and from what I have found out, Zod's was forced on her by someone in Apokalips. Once again she had no ability to accept or decline." He sighed, the sound tired. "But if Whitney has somehow managed to mark a claim, especially considering he's not a Dragon or a Halfling... She wants that claim. She's accepted him, hell, she might've even claimed him, again." Jason felt a little like crying but there was no way he'd do that. He wanted her happy, and he knew that if anyone could do that, it was Whitney. "So thanks for letting me know. At least I can officially join Team Whitney, and I'm sure Adam will as well."
"Team Whitney?" Dax-Ur blinked in confusion. "There are actual teams?"
Jason did not have it in him to explain the reference.
The Dragon shook his head and cleared his throat. "I am relieved that you do not expect to mate with Rao's daughter."
Jason frowned. "And why exactly is that?"
"Rao wished for it," Dax-ur replied. "Knowing him, and his plans, you probably would not have lived long passed your usefulness, and you are the future of my lineage. You are important to me." He hesitated. "I have not had a hatchling of my own before, but I will do my best by you."
Jason stared at this stranger before he sighed and shook his head. "Would you like to meet my brother and his mother?"
Dax-Ur nodded and followed as Jason led him into the house to meet Davis and Faora.
"I do not understand, the Caves have destroyed the curse, why is she still not healing?" Chloe looked up from Alicia's agonized expression, the girl still in a coma, and yet in so much pain it could plainly be read on her face.
Jor-El and Vika were in the room with them, as well as Sarah and Jordan, and a few of the Suicide Squad and Mikhail, who, once he'd found out another of the other Balcoins were here, had appointed himself as their guard. If Sarah tried anything, he'd subdue her with a mere word. Chloe wished he wouldn't use his Voice more than he had to - it was draining - but his gaze was determined, and she knew that even if she told him not to, Mikhail would use the Voice if he felt he had to.
"The Caves stopped the infection before it could spread to through its connection with Alicia, but this curse has been in her system for a very long time, undetected. Who knows what it has done to her?" Vika frowned as she stared down at Alicia's crunched up face.
"There has to be something you can do." Jordan clutched at Sarah, who looked just as desperate. "Some magic, something."
"We still do not understand the curse or what it does, we could not even begin to figure out how to counteract it until we do so, trying to do anything could make things worse or speed her death," Vika responded solemnly. "This was cast by your twin. Do you have no idea what it might be?"
Sarah shook her head. "We might be twins, but Harriet has always been the stronger one. It's why she is the undisputed leader. She knows things we don't - and keeps it that way so she never has a contender for her position as head of our unofficial Circle."
Chloe clenched her fists together. That glimpse afforded by the caves had answered many of her questions, ones she hadn't been able to really ask yet. Alicia hadn't gone out to report to her siblings, she'd gone to ask them to join them, to become a part of the family in Smallville, and Harriet had repaid her by trying to kill her, and using her death to bring down the rest of the family, and Smallville in general.
What was Harriet thinking? She mightn't be happy with Alicia and Jordan leaving, but she'd put every single person in Smallville in jeopardy. And why? Because she wasn't happy with how things had gone down. She wanted to rule. She wanted revenge.
Darkness encircled Chloe's fists.
"At any rate, it seems that this spell is draining your sibling's life-force," Jor-El had been running a diagnostic using Draconian artifacts brought over from Apokalips. "If this spell isn't reversed soon she will not make it through the night."
Sarah closed her eyes tightly as Jordan hugged her tighter and hid his face in her shoulder.
"It's okay," Chloe whispered, voice soft and calm. "She's not going to die."
Sarah's eyes opened. "How can you be so sure? Didn't you just hear what he said?"
"Yes, but this isn't the first time the wrong person is dying." She smiled, and knew it was not a pretty sight.
Jordan pulled away and turned to face her, eyes wide in hope. "You can save her?"
She reached out and placed her hand on his head. "Protect her, okay? There's something I have to do."
"What?" Sarah asked as Chloe turned her back on them. "What do you have to do?"
Chloe hesitated before she turned to glance over her shoulder at the girl, voice emotionless, eyes blank with determination. "I have to kill your twin."
Faye turned towards Chloe as the blonde appeared at her side. She hesitated, taking in the black dress with a hood built in, and the combat boots. She didn't know why Chloe hadn't dug into her closet for these clothes before, because damn it, they rocked! She actually looked like Voldemort Barbie now, and it was a look that Faye liked. "You sure they're coming tonight?"
The blonde nodded as she gazed out into the black of the night. "We might have to give the people of Smallville until tomorrow. It will not be safe for them to leave, not with this happening."
Faye raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, about that…"
Chloe turned towards her. "What is it?"
Faye turned towards her leader and scratched the side of her cheek. "I don't think anyone's going to leave." She could see the shock plainly written on Chloe's face, and chuckled. "I mean, sure, you scared the bejeezus out them with your whole this is me, hear me roar speech back there. But I think they needed that, as weird as it may seem. The VI re-affirming their oaths so publicly really helped, I think."
"Wait, but this is just you supposing, right?" Chloe seemed shellshocked. "You don't know that people won't leave. They could be getting their stuff ready right now."
"Noooo, I'm pretty sure." Faye anchored her hands on her hips. "Things got interesting after you left right after you finished answering questions - which was a very good, dramatic touch."
"People kind of turned on each other." Faye tried to keep the fact that she'd found it hysterical off of her expression. "They kept blaming each other for the Town Council's actions, and saying that they weren't about to leave and do what? Go live in one of the towns that hadn't become a crater? And because - why? Some rich white men couldn't take not being numero uno no more?" She couldn't keep the grin off of her face anymore. "Hank had escaped long before it could get ugly, which was really smart of him, since people were saying that if anyone should leave, the family of those on the Town Council should be the ones to go."
Chloe's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
Faye nodded. It'd been hilarious to watch. The non-magical had been the most on the fence for so long, but tonight seemed to have jump-started their survival instincts, and they weren't magically gifted, but that didn't mean they were stupid. They knew they wouldn't stand a chance out there. Some of the families connected to the Town Council had even talked about locking themselves in their houses until Chloe's wrath subsided and they could prove that they'd had nothing to do with the Town Council's actions.
Others, in an obvious effort to show how serious they were about staying, had already started planning the campaign for Witch and Human Ambassadors.
Chloe palmed her forehead, clearly blown away with this response. "I thought for sure most of the people would leave. I mean, I basically told them I'm bringing the death penalty back!"
"I know, how exciting is that?" Faye joked and grinned when she saw that Chloe realized she was joking, so instead of scolding her like the Chance Harbor Circle would've, the blonde shook her head, a reluctant smile on her face. This was only one of the many reasons why Faye loved being a part of this Circle so much. "Hey, how about, once this is all over, we have a Girl's Night In? Just us girls? I mean, we need alcohol and to dish." She grinned at the thought. "We can talk boys, and how they make the world more annoying."
Chloe raised an eyebrow, reluctant smile still in place. "Everything okay with you and Byron?"
"Of course!" Faye snorted at the thought of it being any other way. "Which is another reason I need this great excuse to unwind and get drunk - I want to boast."
Chloe laughed, genuinely laughed. "It sounds like fun. I'll leave the planning in your hands."
"Those are dangerous words," Faye warned her.
"I'm used to danger," Chloe responded easily.
Faye grinned brightly. "Have I told you lately how much I like you?"
"It's insinuated," Chloe assured her. "And returned."
Faye's single dimple went deep.
"Movement up ahead!" Someone called.
Faye's smile slipped from her face as both of their gazes shifted to the border to see three figures moving towards them, appearing from the darkness.
Harriet was in the front, her expression displeased. "Well, there goes the element of surprise." She anchored her hands to her hips. "Did Jordan see something useful for once?"
Chloe moved forwards, all her previous amusement gone. "You can save yourself. Stop the curse on Alicia and I'll let you live."
Harriet laughed darkly. "You might be the Firstborn, but I'm not scared of you. In fact, I challenge you." She stepped forwards. "As set down in Balcoin law, I challenge you for your position as First."
Faye's eyes narrowed. "Can she really do that?"
Chloe's gaze lowered to her palm, the Balcoin symbol beginning to throb with life. "Apparently she can."
"I, Harriet Conroy, challenge you, the Balcoin Firstborn, to a duel for the right to lead the Balcoin clan." Harriet smiled, the sight vicious. "As set out in our laws, you have to accept this challenge, and prove whether you're really worthy to lead." She smiled. "Under the rules, only we will fight, no one else can intervene, we're only able to use our Balcoin magic, and only one of us will leave alive."
Chloe glanced at Rudy and Ian. "Are you okay with this? She's going to die."
Harriet's eyes narrowed, her voice hoarse with fury. "Do not underestimate me!"
"Do not underestimate me." Chloe returned her green gaze on the girl, and Faye's eyes widened at just how intimidating she looked right then. "You fight me like this, under these rules, Iwill kill you." She raised an eyebrow. "And even if not, if you don't stop what you're doing to Alicia, I'd kill you anyway. Either way you're dooming yourself to die tonight."
Claws emerged from Harriet's knuckles. "Put your magic where your mouth is, bitch."
Faye took a step back, eyes wide.
Oh wow, Harriet was so going to die!
Whitney was one of many who stepped out of the barrier with Chloe, but while the others hung back he moved to her. "You've got this."
She turned to him and nodded. "I know." There wasn't any nerves, any question. She knew without a doubt that she'd win this battle, and had accepted it, and what it meant. "She decided her own fate. I know what I have to do: kill one sister, save the other." That blankness flickered back in her green eyes as they lowered to the ground, voice almost inaudible. "Let's just hope she's the only sibling who has to die tonight."
Pete. She was talking about Pete.
Whitney couldn't bare it, couldn't stand the blank, almost dead look in her eyes. He could feel that cold emptiness inside of himself, and it propelled him forwards to cup her face and kiss her in front of everyone.
Chloe gasped into his kiss, obviously shocked by his move, but he could feel her coming alive. At the flick of his tongue against hers her heart skipped a beat and he felt it. Whitney pulled away, and when he did, all blankness was gone, Chloe's eyes wide on him, her face scarlet.
Faye suddenly chortled in evil laughter. "I see I'm not the only one with something to boast about!"
Chloe's blush darkened as she cast a look in her Prophet's direction, and then those greens turned to him in question.
Whitney smiled at her in return. "You've got this."
She stared at him in wonder, her lips turning up at the sides before she ducked her head and shook it as she laughed. "Yeah, I do." With one last look in his direction, Chloe licked her lips and cleared her throat as she turned towards Harriet and moved towards her.
Whitney took in a deep breath as he watched the girls face off, both some distance from their backers. "You've got this," he whispered under his breath.
Faye appeared by his side and leaned her elbow against him as she leaned in, voice low, dark gaze on Chloe and Harriet. "Yeah, she's got it, Romeo." She snorted. "Sucks to be Harriet right now."
Whitney glanced around the crowd to see Lucas and Cassie to the side, the both whispering to each other as they eyed Ian and Rudy, obviously sizing them up.
Zatanna stood next to Adam, both eyeing Harriet.
Clark and Melissa stood next to Lana, the trio whispering amongst themselves.
No one looked worried.
There wasn't a doubt in their minds that this fight would be over soon, even if Chloe was only using her Balcoin magic to fight Harriet. They didn't get that this wasn't just a magical battle, this was a mental one as well. Chloe was going to have to go against everything she stood for. She was going to have to destroy family instead of saving it. She was going to have to kill one Balcoin to save another. Blood didn't seem to mean anything to Harriet, but it did to Chloe. And that was why he was worried.
Whitney's gaze returned to his Animus. You've got this.