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.
Faye knew that this was a serious situation, but she couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off of her face. "So, you, Dragon Overlord Wannabe and Hunky Jock Boy have to spend a night together, huh?"
Chloe didn't even look up from the papers she was going over while lying in bed. Adam nor Zatanna were allowing her to get out of bed, not after the last episode, so she was confined to it.
Byron, on the other hand, looked up at Faye with utter disapproval. "It's not like that." The moment they'd found out that Chloe had had another episode all of the Circle members had come to visit, but Chloe hadn't been able to dismiss Byron like she had the others. Instead, he'd plopped down on the bed with her, trying to act spoiled, but Faye could see the worry in his dark eyes as he watched his oldest sibling. "They're going to spend the night using their connection to both sides of her to ease her through the transition."
"Please, if it were me," Faye began and then noticed Byron's look, "and I wasn't in a relationship… those two wouldn't be able to walk for days."
Byron still did not appear appeased.
Chloe, on the other hand, glanced up in amusement. "You realize that it's going to be brutally painful, right? Not at all sexy in the least bit?"
Byron was obviously not sure whether to be relieved there was no sexiness planned for that night, or worried that it was going to be hella painful.
Faye knew undoubtedly where she stood in this. "I'm just saying that those two are hot, and magic is going to be all magicky and you need to get laid."
"No, she doesn't," Byron countered rapidly.
"Imagine being pressed up between those two hard bodies, their rough hands all over your skin—," Faye began.
Byron reached over and covered her mouth with his hands, expression nauseous. "Or, you know,don't."
Chloe glanced between the two of them, visibly amused.
Faye bit Byron's palm, and when he pulled free with a hiss she continued on as if he hadn't interrupted her. "Their fingers trail down your scales as your body shifts and it feels so good that you have to kiss Major Grumpy to silence the sound… But when Whitney bites down on your shoulder-blade not even Zod's mouth can hide the cry you make as you—."
"Merlin woman!" Byron threw himself on top of Faye, covering her mouth frantically, face scarlet. "Enough is enough!"
It was only because Chloe looked somewhat frazzled herself that Faye decided to be a good girl for now.
Faye's gaze shifted towards Zatanna, where the girl sat on a chair, her legs lopped on the bed, her gaze on her phone but her smile proving she was listening and enjoying. It was funny to see just how well the girl, who'd been raised in Apokalips, had managed to adjust to earth and technology, while the Dragons were floundering. Zatanna glanced up, noticed Faye's smirk, and smirked back. Yeah, out of all of the other girls in the Circles, Zatanna was definitely Faye's favorite. She was silent a lot, but there was definite cunning in those bright blue eyes.
"I'm almost scared to come inside now," Diana's voice sounded from the doorway, where she leaned in the doorway. Behind her, eyebrow raised, was Cassie.
Chloe looked almost relieved to see them. "Imagine how I feel."
A laugh escaped Diana's lips as she moved to throw herself on the bed on Chloe's other side. "Hey, how are you?"
Cassie sat by Chloe's feet. "I know you told us all to just go about the rest of the day like you weren't bedridden, but screw that."
Chloe chuckled as she reached out to squeeze Diana's hand, and then turned her greens on Cassie. "Brat."
"Don't forget it," Cassie declared huffily and then laughed when Chloe knocked into her with her leg.
"So…" Diana cleared her throat. "Mikhail's going out of his mind at the idea of you spending the night with Zod and Whitney."
"He should," Cassie declared. "Those guys think I didn't hear their little conversation before I got there, but they were totally talking about double teaming you."
"WHAT?" That was Byron as he jumped to his feet.
Faye grinned brightly. "Go Whitney! I didn't know he had it in him! Zod? Totally. But Whitney?"
"Don't be so happy about this!" Byron snapped. "If those two reptiles even think about putting their hands on my sister—."
"Claws." Zatanna looked up from her phone once more when she realized that everyone was looking at her. She blinked and sat up straighter. "Dragons, no matter what shape they are in while breeding, usually maintain their claws so that they can hold the female in place."
"How romantic," Cassie monotoned.
"At least it is not like when the Salamander inseminate a breeding partner," Zatanna declared. "They tend to knot inside so as to have better chances of conception, which is odd, because from what I can tell, on earth that is a canine thing and not a salamander one."
"Thank god you never slept with Davis!" Diana cried out, and then looked horrified and embarrassed as she flushed scarlet.
Faye burst out laughing. It was a very unattractive sound, but Diana's and Byron's mortification, as well as Cassie's nauseated look, were just too great. She couldn't help herself.
Zatanna snorted, seeing the humor like Faye, and yet able to contain herself better.
Chloe bit down on her bottom lip, a chuckle escaping, which only made Diana and Byron look more mortified, but Cassie managed a snicker.
Grin wide, Faye moved closer and continued to torment her boyfriend.
"Why don't you go in?" Sarah asked Alicia as the two of them stood outside of the door, listening in.
Alicia clearly hesitated, gaze on her hands. "They're having a moment. We shouldn't intrude."
Sarah cast a glance towards the door and sighed as she leaned against the wall, arms folded over her chest. "Then why are we here?"
Alicia didn't answer, merely kept her head low and bit her bottom lip.
Another sigh escaped Sarah as she glanced up at the ceiling, listening as those inside laughed. It wasn't something she was used to, hadn't expected, not in a Balcoin Circle. When she and Harriet had found the others things had been different. Their Balcoin Circle had never had this sort of levity, or unity. She'd thought it a Balcoin thing, had accepted it and adapted, but now she was horribly conflicted. This group of Balcoins had a completely different sort of relationship than they'd had. These Balcoins actually liked each other, or, well, they really liked their Soul at least. They weren't following her out of fear or knowledge that she was their best bet at staying alive in the crazy world, but they were following her becausethey wanted to.
"Why couldn't we have been like them?" Alicia whispered softly, proving her thoughts were similar to Sarah's. "Why couldn't our dynamic have been like that?"
"I don't know," Sarah admitted. "Maybe because Harriet wasn't mothering."
Alicia scoffed. "Definitely wasn't."
A pang of guilt and regret hit Sarah hard. Harriet might've gone somewhat insane, but she'd been Sarah's twin. And yet… She saw herself killing Harriet, and shook her head, nauseous.
Footsteps approached them.
Alicia's eyes widened in panic.
Sarah grabbed her sister's hand and moved them to a hide out of sight in time to hear voices.
"Shut up." That was Mikhail. "I'm sure everyone else is there already anyway."
"Such a mommy's boy," Bart teased good-naturedly as he knocked his shoulder into Mikhail's.
Mikhail blushed angrily at him. "I am not a mommy's boy. She's not even my mother!" He cleared his throat. "Lucas and Greg just asked me to keep an eye on her since they're out patrolling and can't be here themselves. I'm the oldest brother here – and before you say anything Petedoesn't count." He paused. "I don't need to explain myself to you!"
Bart grinned mischievously at him. "Then why were you?"
Mikhail pouted but didn't answer, instead merely glared at him. "You're really cocky for someone who isn't even a Circle member. It annoys the hell out of me." He made a face. "Why do I hang out with you?"
"Because Lucas is suddenly always with Cassie, and you're lonely?" Bart guessed.
Mikhail's mouth fell open. "I don't like what you're insinuating! Lucas has better taste than Cassie!"
"What's wrong with Cassie?" Bart wanted to know. "She's hot." He flinched when Mikhail slapped him up the back of his head. "Hey!"
"Listen here shorty, I might want to kill that girl most of the time, but she's still my sister." Mikhail suddenly frowned. "Wait, what am I doing?"
Bart rubbed the back of his head, expression unhappy. "Abusing me."
Mikhail shook his head, looking highly disturbed. "You know what? You want to bang the chick you go ahead! I don't care! Have a threesome with Diana for all I care!"
"How about with Chloe?" Bart asked provokingly.
In seconds Mikhail had him pushed up against the wall, eyes narrowed. "Think very carefully about what you're about to say."
Bart stared up at him and then burst into a shit-eating grin. "Such a mommy's boy! I knew that if I said her name you'd-!"
Mikhail glared at him, his expression less murderous and more petulant as he pushed away. "Shut up."
Bart merely grinned and shucked his hands in his pockets. "C'mon man, it's not like I think that's a bad thing. I mean, if my family had been half as nice and accepting as her…" He let that slide and cleared his throat as he looked up at Mikhail. "The teasing is all good-natured, and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dropped Chloe's name like that. I just let my enjoyment of making you squirm get the best of me." His eyes showed repentance, yet his grin was still in place and still mischievous. "You're just so easy to provoke I can't help myself."
Mikhail eyed him curiously before he shook his head and knocked on the bedrooms door. Once Chloe's voice could be heard telling them to come in, he threw open the bedroom door and stormed in with Bart snickering as he closed the door behind them.
Left alone outside once more, Sarah turned to Alicia. "They interrupted, do you want to as well?"
Gaze lowered, Alicia shook her head silently.
Sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time, Sarah placed her hand around Alicia's and led her away from there. She sent a glance towards the room when it broke into laughter, but she turned away from it and kept walking.
"This blows." Lucas turned his back on the barrier. "Why were we stuck with patrolling?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "Because otherwise it'd be Mik and Cassie and they're her actual siblings?"
"So what? Because we're not Balcoins we're chopped liver?" Lucas wanted to know, hands on his hips. "I'm a Luthor, and you're a Withridge, those are important witches! We should—."
Greg snickered as he turned towards Lucas. "What is it with you and Mik? Bart's right, you two are such mommy's boys!"
Lucas' expression went outraged. "I am not a mommy's boy!"
Greg merely snickered in his face and continued on.
Lucas glared at him. "We have Lost Boys to do this, I'm just pointing out that with the Suicide Squad and the VI we have more than enough people to take over the patrolling so that we don't have to!"
"That might be true, but it's still good for the Circles to know what's going on at the borders." Greg sent him a sideways glance and noticed Lucas was scowling at the invisible border. "What?"
Lucas turned that scowl on Greg. "I just don't like that Alicia was able to get through this barrier with Chloe's scale. Sure, we've got the scale back and it's been destroyed, but I just don't like the thought of that happening again."
"You're acting like you think she'll still be able to teleport," Greg muttered, and when Lucas looked up at that, he shrugged. "Her magic was basically destroyed, remember? Whatever she has inside of her are an amalgamation of two different people. I don't think she'll be able to teleport to places she's been before anymore."
Lucas' eyes narrowed. "That doesn't make it better. That leaves us with two Balcoins we don't know much about."
Greg nodded. "That Sarah is real mysterious, huh?" At Lucas' raised eyebrow he snorted. "What?"
"Is this a fetish or something?" Lucas wanted to know.
Confusion grew within Greg. "Huh?"
Hands on his hips, Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I mean your attraction to Balcoin women."
Greg choked on his saliva and pounded on his chest as he coughed. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you're playing both Cassie and Diana," Lucas replied easily. "And now you seem to have your eye on Sarah as well. Also? According to Van you and Chloe used to be kind of a thing. All you need now is to hit on Alicia and you would've had the whole set."
"Hey! I'm not playing anyone!" Greg snapped at him. "Cassie and Diana are my friends!" He ran his fingers through his hair. "And Chloe and I were never a thing. We just told Van that so that he didn't question why we were together all the time."
"Sure," Lucas huffed as he walked away.
"It's the truth!" Greg hurried after him. "It is!"
Councilman Jor went over the texts, readying the cave for the Molting Ceremony which would soon take place. He'd barred entrance from anyone but Clark - and Melissa because she had come with her boyfriend. He didn't want Whitney or Dru-Zod coming to ask more questions. No. He needed to concentrate on his part. This wasn't a normal Molting Ceremony, and to be honest he was (as Clark put it) "winging it" at certain parts.
"Faye thinks they're going to have sex," Melissa declared as she fingered one of the documents curiously. "Is that a possibility? Because I think Byron mightn't recover if so."
"Neither would I," Clark muttered under his breath.
Councilman Jor eyed Melissa for a moment. "Usually parents help their hatchlings through their first Molt. It would be highly unheard of for there to be any sort of breeding going on." The thought was actually somewhat amusing. "What Rao's daughter will be going through will be excruciatingly painful, especially so given the accumulation of power she has strumming through her body. I can assure you that anything sexual will be far from her mind."
Melissa nodded to herself. "I'll relay that to Byron, he's seriously freaking out."
"He really is," Clark admitted.
Melissa grinned. "It's so cute how much of Chloe's baby he is."
Clark snorted. "I don't know about cute."
A smile touched Melissa's lips as she nudged her shoulder into Clark's.
Jor eyed the two youngsters and sighed, missing his wife, his son, even more than he usually did.
Shaking his head, the Dragon cleared his throat and scolded himself for allowing himself to be distracted. He got back to business and ignored the teens unless it was to order them around.
There were a lot of reasons to be happy. Not only had Lana and his names been cleared, but Nell was, well, she was still alive. Anyone else probably would've killed Nell to make an example of her. She was Lana's aunt, the woman who'd raised Lana, and for that alone he loved her, but he wasn't blind to her faults, to her blind ambition. He'd started to see what she was capable of and had felt torn. He'd known he had to do something but fear of hurting Lana had made him hesitate. And because of that the situation had been taken from his hands. Nell was enchanted. To say she was different was an understatement. Whereas her attitude towards Chloe and her reign had been less than spectacular before, now she couldn't sing his sister's praise more. It was almost funny, except it really wasn't.
What else wasn't funny? The fact that no one had been a hundred per cent sure that he hadn't been the one to betray Chloe, and damn it, that hurt. No one. Not one. Not Chloe. Not Greg. Not Clark. But worse of all, not Lana. She was his girlfriend, she was supposed to know him better than everyone else! He'd done so much for her – chosen her above everyone else – and yet she didn't know him well enough to know that he wouldn't betray his sister that way? He'd been tempted, the gods knew how much he had – but he wouldn't have betrayed Chloe. Not only was she his sister, but before that she'd been one of his best friends.
And yet none of that had mattered. He'd seen the relief in Chloe's eyes when his verdict had been pronounced. She hadn't been looking at him. Her eyes had been on the guys with her. Her relief wasn't so much that he hadn't betrayed her, but that he wouldn't be killed if he had. She'd been pale on her throne, expression emotionless, yet eyes haunted and body covered in blood. Pete hadn't known about Jordan's death, and admittedly the sight had shocked him.
"Were you able to see her?" Lana wanted to know as she leaned against the counter at the flower shop.
Pete shook his head. "Apparently she's on bed rest and I was told no one's allowed to see her." He smiled and knew it was an ugly one. "Usually in these circumstances they let family in, but everyone seems to forget that I am family."
Lana was silent as she placed her hand on his arm.
"Thing is, I know that if they actually told her that I wanted to see her she'd let me in pass the front door." He leaned hard against the wall. "They've got a patrol on us. Have you noticed?"
She hesitated a second before answering. "To be fair, they're protecting us."
Yeah, he'd noticed that. "We wouldn't need protection if people weren't convinced that we were the traitors."
Lana flinched. "Pete, we were cleared, that's all that matters."
But it really wasn't.
"We need to take this time to grow, just like everyone else," Lana declared as she pushed away from the table. "We need to strengthen our ranks, find strong people to bind this circle with." She anchored her hands on her hips. "A war is on the horizon, we need to get stronger."
"Will it really make us stronger though?" Pete wanted to know. "When bound we can't perform our magic unless we're with another of our circle. What if we get separated on the battlefield?"
"Then we could do something similar to what Chloe's done with her Circles," Lana answered. "Even though there hasn't been a full Circle who has managed to find refuge here, I've noticed that the witches aren't trying to bind their ranks again with members of other defunct Circles. Maybe they're doing it like Chloe, you know? That unofficial thing so that people can keep their individual magic?"
"But Chloe's magic has bound her group, they're as bound as any other official Circles, maybe even more in some senses. I mean look at them: that closeness, that 'you versus us' mentality, comes from being bound," Pete argued. "I think her desire for them to keep their individual use of magic is the reason why they can."
Lana's eyes widened. "You think she's powerful enough to do that?"
"Lana, we've just found out that her father is the reason magic as we know it exists," Pete muttered. "I think we can assume that as his heiress she basically has the ability to do whatever she wants – even if she hasn't realized that as yet." He ran a hand over his head. "I would not be surprised if the laws of circle magic have bent, or completely broken, because she wants it to – at least when it has to do with her Circles. I mean, just look at how much it's already deviated."
Lana leaned forwards. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you overheard Julian yesterday, just like I did." Pete raised an eyebrow. "He said that only a certain amount of people in Original Matriarchal/Patriarchal Circles have designations, but each member of Chloe's circles has a designation."
She obviously hadn't thought about that or made the connection. "So what? You think she made them all a chess piece?"
"Why not?" Pete wanted to know. "In the end this is going to be one huge chess game between her and Rao, and neither of them have to play by our rules."
Lana let out a deep breath. "That's..."
"Amazing." Lana bit her bottom lip. "Think about is Pete, who has seen that actual sort of power other than the actual Original witches?"
"I know Aunt Nell went about it all completely wrong, but realizing all of that I get why she wanted us in one of Chloe's circles." She must've seen the objection on his lips because she hurried on. "We deserve to be there, it's in our blood. Thoreaux have always been in the same circle as Withridge and Hibbins. And you're a Balcoin."
"That doesn't mean that-."
"Don't you worry about the influence those others have on Chloe?" And with that one question Lana silenced his protest. "If you were a part of one of her Circles they couldn't treat you like this, like some stranger." She moved closer. "Even those two new ones no one knows - the ones who brought murderers to our borders - are allowed there but you aren't? You, who have the most history with Chloe? You were her best friend even before you knew she was your sister!"
She was right. It hurt, but she was right. Even if it was just to create a buffer between Chloe and these other Balcoins who were trying to take over like this... Their family were murderous, couldn't be trusted. How many times did a Balcoin have to arrive and try to kill Chloe before they realized this? And with how they were acting...
"Chloe needs you, Pete."
He looked up at that, eyes wide.
Lana came closer. "Think about it. Whatever you decide, I'll agree to. I'll support you no matter what."
He reached out and pulled her close in a hug. "I love you."
She hugged him tightly. "I love you too."