Title: The Truth
Pairing: Faye Chamberlain & Diana Meade (mild Chamberlake)
TV Show: The Secret Circle
Prompt: Faye and Diana are seeing each other, Fayana has a disagreement so Faye runs to Cassie, Cassie apparently likes her, and kisses her. Faye is like df bro? She tells Diana about it, Diana is hurt and confronts Cassie. Cassie is a bitch about it and tries to kill Diana b/c she wants Faye. Faye comes to Diana’s rescue and then they have some cute Fayananess.
A/N: First prompt so thank you to the anon that sent it over! It’s going to be in two parts due to it’s length - didn’t want to overwhelm anyone (part 2 should be up within the next day or so)
No matter the argument, no matter the disagreement, no matter the situation, Faye stuck by one simple rule: never admit defeat.
A terrible rule but one she had stuck by for longer than she could remember and one which had gotten her quite far. However, there were times when she broke the rule, of course there were, but on the rare occasions that did occur, there was always a justifiable reason. Diana Meade. If Diana wanted it her way, Faye gave it to her.
Faye didn’t want to bind the circle. Diana did. Circle bound.
Faye wanted to explore her powers. Diana didn’t. Powers unexplored.
Faye wanted to try shower sex. Diana didn’t. No shower sex.
It wasn’t due to Diana’s own superiority or stubbornness but rather something rooted in Faye. Sometimes she would wonder if the Circle made her conform as if there was a magical binding that ensured Diana was leader. While it was hardly nonsensical – they were bound after all – it was false and Faye knew it. She could argue with herself for as long as she wanted (for, following her rule, it was unlikely she would ever stop) but she knew, deep down, it was because she loved the girl. She would curse herself the instance the thought would cross her mind, not because she disliked what she had with Diana but because god damnit she was Faye Chamberlain and love wasn’t fun or powerful or destructive.
She sighed. The point Faye was making was that Diana usually got her way and, this time, Faye chose to stand by her rule.
She withdrew from her thoughts and watched as Diana impatiently waiting for her response.
“No,” She repeated firmly.
The answer proved surprising. It seemed Diana hardly believed it. “No? What do you mean no?”
Faye raised an eyebrow. “I mean no, Diana.”
“Faye, we’ve got to go to your granddads. What happened to your granddad wasn’t an accident and I think there might be more to it – more to what happened.”
“No, we don’t,” and they didn’t, as far as Faye was concerned. It was her grandfather, it was his house. It was no one else’s to disturb. “There’s nothing there.”
Diana shook her head, “Why are you being difficult? It’s just a house.” She instantly regretted the words. She looked down at Faye who was seated on one of the couches and watched as her eyes narrowed. Nails dug into the arm rest of the dusty seats in an attempt to avert anger. “Faye, I didn’t mean it like –”
Faye didn’t stick around to listen. She ignored the cries of her girlfriend and returned to her car, slamming the door so harshly that Diana, still stood in the abandoned house, flinched. She reserved her anger for a desolate place, driving until she found a sufficiently empty area. The car came to a halt and her body tensed as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. It bubbled inside her, the anger, until she finally let out a loud cry.
Just a house.
Her granddad’s house. Her dead granddad’s. The one whom she found dead.
She slammed her hands on the wheel before resting her head on it. Her breathes were quick in an attempt to calm herself. Diana knew how much her granddads death pained. He had died from what he had once saved her from. She didn’t know why but she harboured a horrible guilt because of it.
There was a painful silence once her breathes steadied. Quickly, it was filled. She turned sharply to the passenger seat where her phone was. She had all intentions of declining the call until the number she saw was not that of Diana’s but of Cassie’s.
“What?” She asked as she pressed the device to her ear.
“Where are you?”
“What’s it to you?”
There was a temporary silence as Cassie attempted to think of an answer that would appease Faye. She settled, however, on the truth. “I saw you driving from the abandoned house and you looked angry and when I went in Diana seemed upset. I put two and two together.”
“Sounds like we have our very own Scooby-Doo.”
Cassie’s eyes furrowed but she continued nonetheless. “So I thought I’d call to see if you were okay.”
“Well I’m absolutely fine,” She replied with a roll of her eyes. “So if that’s all –”
“No! Wait,” Cassie quickly shouted before the taller girl could hang up. “Why don’t you come to mine?”
Faye’s face scrunched. “And why would I want to do that?”
“I’ll let you read my book of shadows and you can pick one spell we’ll do.”
Truth be told, Faye didn’t quite feel like performing any spells. She was shocked at the revelation and didn’t quite know how she’d be able to tell Cassie which is why she still found herself at the doorstep of the short blonde. She knew she could turn and leave but something kept her there. Faye often had a hard time admitting things to herself. Even in the depths of her mind she felt weak when she desired things that, typically, she didn’t want. Right now, Faye wanted a friend. She frowned – god she hated emotions.
The door swung open and Cassie couldn’t help but giggle at the expression of the girl in front of her. With a look of a deer caught in headlights, Faye didn’t look as tough as usual. “I thought I heard your car pulling up.”
“Right. Yeah, I just came over to tell you that I wasn’t in the mood for magic.”
As she turned to leave, Cassie’s hand flew up to grab her. “You could have just rang or texted for that and since when were you not in the ‘mood for magic’?”
Faye roughly tugged her arm from the grip. “Because I was driving and I was passing anyway.”
“You don’t live this way and you could have pulled over,” Cassie challenged.
“What’s with the inquisition?”
“What’s with the lying?”
There was standoff and neither were willing to budge. It was only when Faye grew bored that she sighed and pushed pass the blonde, heading straight for the stairs and towards her bedroom, Cassie following shortly behind.
If she was going to be interrogated, she was going to be comfy as it happened. Once she was in the familiar bedroom, she flopped down onto the bed. Cassie sat on the edge and peered at the girl. “So what’s up?”
The response was muffled due to Faye’s bedcover buried face.
“Oh,” Cassie mumbled. Truth be told, she hated any mention of the girl. It wasn’t that she disliked Diana, definitely not, she considered the girl her best friend. She merely hated the mention of her when the context was her and Faye. “Why?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Cassie said nothing initially. She suspected the dark haired girl would open up after a while but as more and more time passed in silence Cassie wondered if Faye had fallen asleep on her. “Faye?”
“I thought you’d fallen asleep.”
Faye sat up and sniffed. “No, just thinking.”
“About?” Cassie asked, her eyes looking the girl up and down. Her slender body was comfortably sat upon her bed, her hands tracing the seams of her patterned bed covers. She seemed indulged in the fabric, tugging at it and even pulling a thread out of the cover. Cassie licked her lips as she slowly travelled her gaze up the girl’s body, her eyes falling onto her lips before settling back to her eyes.
“Is it that hard to figure out, Scooby?”
“You do know Scooby-Doo hardly ever figured out the mysteries.”
Faye shrugged, “He’s about as useless as you are though.”
“Wow,” Cassie said, “Thanks.”
There was a deep sigh as Faye dragged her eyes away from the covers of the bed. “I didn’t mean that.”
For whatever reason, Faye felt compelled to apologise. It wasn’t often it occurred but with the fact that Cassie had gone out of her way to try and help Faye and also let her silently mope into her, she supposed apologising made sense. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Cassie smiled.
Faye sadly smiled back, still caught up in the mess of her and Diana. “I better go find Diana.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed. She knew she had to sort things out with Diana, denoting that the more time she spent putting it off, the more she would be put off and she didn’t want that. She didn’t want that at all.
As she readied herself to stand up, Cassie’s hand grabbed her arm once again. She turned to look at Cassie who was sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “Wait,” She breathed.
“Because I …” She was unable to complete the sentence, tantalised by the green eyes that searched hers for answers. She suddenly felt guilty. She couldn’t have feeling for Faye – god, why must she desire everything Diana had. Adam and then Faye. Despite the guilt she imagined those lips on hers and her hands travelling and exploring the body beside her.
“Cassie,” Faye begun impatiently, “Really, I need to find –”
There was no room for her finish as lips were pressed against hers. The kiss was a mere peck as Cassie drew back to see Faye’s reaction. Her lips were slightly apart, her eyes searching for anything to grasp onto – a reason, an intention – anything that explained the reason that Cassie Blake had just kissed her. When it seemed Faye wasn’t going to punch her, Cassie leaned back in. She captured her top lip and snaked her hands behind her neck. She thought she felt a response, she hoped she had.
It was out of instinct that Faye reacted. She hated herself for it. She wanted nothing more than to punch herself when it happened. She wished it hadn’t happened, but it did. She reacted. Her lips parted and she kissed her too and god she hated herself. It wasn’t to do with feelings – Faye had Diana and she fully intended to keep her – it was in her nature to respond to contact. She withdrew quickly and roughly once she had rationalised the situation. “Cassie,” She breathed, “You can’t do that.”
Faye scowled and shook her head, “No. That was unfair.”
She had already left the room and quickly returned to her car the house. It angered her that she had gone to Cassie to cure her anger. Her life was a cycle of anger but even in the midst of it all she only wanted one thing: to find Diana. She started the car and glanced upwards. Stood at the window was the blonde and for the life of her, Faye couldn’t stand to see her.
She had slipped into Diana’s house using the key she had stolen from her many months ago. It had initially been so she could take glances at her book of shadows whenever she pleased but now, well, it served useful when her dad was asleep and Diana feared waking him up. It also proved useful now.
With no reply, she climbed the stairs and glanced around various rooms only to find the girl was nowhere to be found. She sighed and went to the girl’s bedroom, heading straight for the bed and lying on it. Overcome with tiredness, she closed her eyes and basked in the comfortable bed that she had slept in many times.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Diana stood by the door frame.
“How long have you been here?”
Faye sat up, “Not long I don’t think.”
“You don’t think?”
“I fell asleep,” She admitted.
Diana nodded and sat on the edge of the bed and the whole scene pained Faye – it was too similar to the situation she had just been in. “I’m so sorry Faye.”
“I shouldn’t have tried to force you back there, especially with the circle.”
“I wished you’d stop saying ‘I know’.”
“I know,” She smirked.
Diana laughed. She looked to Faye only to find the girl looking away sadly. “Are you still angry with me?”
Faye shook her head.
“I understand if you are.”
“I’m not angry with you,” Faye said, “I’m angry with myself.”
Diana’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”
No response came from Faye and she became anxious. Her hands lifted to cup her face, forcing her attention towards Diana’s face. Once the piercing green eyes were look into hers she searched for something in them but found nothing but resistance. “Faye… What’s wrong?”
Faye quickly leaned forward and kissed the girl. Her hands flew to Diana’s hips and roughly pulled the girl towards her. She kissed her desperately and urgently. Although confused by the sudden burst, Diana was quick to respond. She was pulled towards the other body until she was sat on Faye’s thighs. Frantic hands slipped under her shirts and she shivered against the touch. In one quick movement, Faye lifted the girl slightly and pushed her onto her back. She pulled the others girl shirt from over her head and began trailing kisses down her body.
“Faye,” Diana breathed. As much as she desired Faye, she didn’t want it like this – she didn’t like the look she had seen in Faye’s eyes.
“Mmm,” Was all she was returned as Faye slowly began to unzip Diana’s jeans.
She groaned in response but was adamant to stop it. “Faye, stop.”
And she did.
“Faye,” Diana whispered, sitting up. “Please just tell me what’s wrong.”
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to say anything but she knew she had to. “I,” She began, “I went to Cassie’s.”
It hurt already. She didn’t know what had happened and she suddenly didn’t want to. “Oh.”
Diana stared blankly before looking away, unable to think of anything to say, unable to look the girl in the eyes. Faye didn’t look away, she couldn’t.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Just, please, let me explain.”
“What is there to explain?” She snapped. “I’m sorry I upset you but to go and kiss Cassie? What, was it to get me back? Was it to hurt me?” She stood up and pulled her shirt back on.
“No!” Faye shouted, standing too. “It wasn’t like that; it wasn’t like that at all.”
“Oh, well enlighten me Faye, what was it like?” Diana began to leave the room.
Frustrated by Diana’s inability to listen, Faye grabbed her arm and tugged her back. “Please just listen to me. She kissed me. I left.”
“What were you doing there in the first place?”
“She saw me leave the abandoned house and called me. I was angry and I just… I just needed someone.”
Diana looked hurt, “And I wouldn’t do?”
“I was angry with you.”
“So it was to get me back.”
“It wasn’t about getting you back,” Faye snapped angrily, a feeling that seemed to follow her everywhere. “God, Diana, I feel like shit about it. I wish it hadn’t happened and I wish more that I’d just gone straight to you but I didn’t and I’m sorry.”
Neither said anything for a while and while Faye never once took her eyes off Diana, it seemed she could only look everywhere but Faye. She tentatively took a step forward and took Diana by her hand. She didn’t pull away which Faye was thankful for. “I love you.”
She had no other words to say; she needn’t say anything but the truth. “I love you so much and I hate that this is situation we have to be in for me to admit it. I’m sorry that I let it happen. I’m sorry I went to her. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m just so sorry Diana and I don’t know what to do.”
Diana was lost for words. She never expected the words to come from Faye’s mouth, much less genuinely.
Her grip on Faye’s hand tightened and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She had said the words to Faye before but promptly been told to stop. ‘You can’t,’ Faye had said once, ‘loving me would be a disaster.’ It had proven true yet Diana felt no different. She didn’t stop loving Faye, and she wouldn’t, not anytime soon.
“I ruined everything.”
“I understand if you want to leave me.”
“I should go.”
Diana shook her head and pulled the girl towards her. Her arms flung around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She didn’t want to let her go, not now, not ever. “Please don’t hurt me like he hurt did.”
Faye knew she meant Adam and she winced at the comparison. She never wanted to be like him. “I won’t,” She whispered into her ear.
Diana nodded and rested her head on Faye’s shoulder.
“What are you thinking?”
She pulled back slightly and sighed, “That I need to have a word with Cassie.”