Title: The Death of Us (pt. 1)
Pairing: Faye Chamberlain & Diana Meade
TV Show: The Secret Circle
Prompt: Cassie and Faye are arguing, as per usual, but then Faye says something that makes Cassie snap and she unintentionally uses her dark magic and throws Faye out of the abandoned house through a window. So, then Diana flips out and slaps Cassie then goes off to tend to Faye who is rather injured. (suggested by i-am-the-rainbow-troll!)
A/N: Two things to say:
Whether or not Diana was ‘leader’ of the circle, there was no stopping an argument between Faye and Cassie – it was a fact that all the circle had come to terms with. Each of the members had come up with their own way of ignoring or at least avoiding the usual petty snaps between the two girls. However, there was no avoiding the current argument due, mostly, to the fact that Faye of all people was in the right.
“Don’t act all innocent,” Faye shouted.
Cassie groaned, “I’m not!”
“Yes,” She snapped, “You are. You might not think it but you need to start controlling that magic. I know better than anyone what the feeling of uncontrollable power is like.”
The argument had risen because of the simple fact that Cassie didn’t want to work on her powers. She didn’t want to learn to control them, and not because she liked the unpredictability and frankly dangerous nature of them, but because she just didn’t want to use them full stop. Adam, unsurprisingly, had agreed this made sense while Faye, the only one seemingly willing to oppose the girl’s desires, had disagreed. The argument had been going for days and neither seemed willing to budge but, today, Faye was determined for that to change.
“It’s dangerous and you know it. Everyone else might not be able to see past your sad, lost puppy face but I can. It’s bubbling inside you right now, isn’t it?” Faye asked, watching as the shorter girls face scrunched into a scowl, “The dark magic?” She was toying with her, willing Cassie to prove her right.
“Faye,” Adam said warningly but she ignored him.
“How does it feel? Does it feel powerful?” She asked, inching forward. “Does it feel like you could hurt someone?” Her smirk grew as Cassie’s anger bubbled. “Does it feel like you could kill someone?” The smirk suddenly dropped, “Could you kill me?” The question hit Cassie hard. There was no hint of playfulness – Faye was serious.
“That’s enough,” Adam snapped.
“I mean,” Faye began, “What’s to say you won’t be the death of us?” She was pouring salt on wounds and all the members of the circle felt the sting but none could deny that the question had rattled their heads ever since the revelation that Cassie held dark magic that, as far as they were aware, was uncontrollable.
But, whether or not the members had thought the question, they certainly hadn’t voiced it and there was good reason for that: fear. Fear that the truth would hurt, fear that Cassie could do it, fear that she would.
“Don’t,” Cassie warned. Her eyes were closed and her breathing harsh.
“I suppose you already got rid of one of us,” She chided, having hoped for a better response.
No one anticipated the blonde’s next move. Although shocked by Faye’s brutality, the sudden burst of energy that filled the room was distracting. The energy was felt by all but its centre was located where Cassie stood. It suddenly disappeared and, for a split second, it seemed what it was had calmed. But it hadn’t. As quickly as it had disappeared, it reappeared and, like a gunshot to the chest, it hit Faye. The force itself hurt, it hurt more than Faye could handle, but the consequence of standing in front of window became apparent.
Where Faye had previously been stood, there remained little more than shards of glass, sprinkled across the wooden floor, glistening in the harsh sunlight. There was a thud and silence as all realised exactly what the noise had been. Faye.
Melissa gasped while Jake and Adam wasted no time in running out the door. But Diana? Diana did nothing. She couldn’t. She didn’t know what to do. She was hyperventilating and she was scared and her feet wouldn’t move. Was Faye hurt? Was she okay? Was she dead? She sobbed as her hand flung to her mouth, her mind fully processing what had just happened.
Cassie turned, “I… I’m sorry it’s just… She pushed me, I –”
She was cut off as Diana’s hand harshly connected with her cheek. The slap caused Cassie to gasp. Diana offered no reason but it was simple: Faye was right. She shook her head, sobs still shaking her body, before turning to follow where Adam and Jake had gone. Melissa was close behind, leaving Cassie alone in the abandoned and, plagued by the responsibility, she cried.
The commotion erupted when Diana reached the scene. She was relieved to find that Faye was sitting upright, although she seemed mostly propped up by Jake’s arm that rested firmly on her back. Diana collapsed onto her knees beside her. “Faye,” She breathed, “Thank God.” She couldn’t stop the quivering of her lips even as the girl she had half suspected dead just mere seconds ago was seemingly fine and, in fact, almost annoyed by the whole situation. “Can you talk?”
“Yes, I can talk,” She spluttered. She winced when a sudden, sharp pain erupted. Its location was unidentifiable; it could have been her chest where the force had primarily hit or her head that had collided with the hard surface of the ground or, possibly, the various cuts and grazes that scathed her body and disgruntled face. Despite her condition, Faye managed to hiss, to no one in particular, a string of curses aimed at the blonde. She may have intended to provoke Cassie in order to emphasise her point but being flung out of a window? Not entirely part of the plan.
Diana couldn’t even understand how the girl was conscious, let alone manage some inventive insults. “Faye?” She murmured, attempting to draw the girl’s attention back to her but her words must have been lost somewhere in between ‘blonde fucker’ and ‘short ass bitch’. “Christ, Faye, look at me.” And she did.
Faye’s turned to look at Diana and suddenly relaxed. “What?”
Any words Diana had intended to say were suddenly lost. She abandoned any hopes of speaking as she was overwhelmed by thankfulness that the girl appeared mostly okay. She wrapped her arms around her and embraced Faye in a hug.
Adam exchanged a glance with Jake. “Maybe we should go see Cassie.”
He nodded before looking back to Faye, “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want a lift to the hospital?”
“No. I’ll be fine,” She replied, still firmly pressed to Diana’s quivering body as sobs continued to escape her lips and, despite the fact she was the one in dire need of attention, she couldn’t help but feel the need to comfort her.
“I’ll go too,” Melissa spoke up, “So long as you’re okay?”
“I am,” She replied and watched as the shorter girl left. Once she was gone, she worked to detach Diana’s body from hers in order to examine her face. “You’re okay, aren’t you? The blast didn’t hurt you did it?” She couldn’t understand why she was crying and worried that she, too, was hurt. “I swear to god if she –”
“No,” Diana replied, sniffing, “I’m fine.”
The only thing that penetrated the silence that ensued was the soft breathes of Diana as she steadily began to calm down. Her eyes were looking down at her fumbling hands that were searching for something to grip onto. Faye, however, kept her eyes on Diana. She ignored the pain in order to tend to what appeared to be a distressing time for the Meade girl, although Faye didn’t quite understand why; she was fine after all. Her eyes were redirected to the hands that were grasping onto each other, attempting to calm the shakes that were making them jitter unwillingly. Without a moment’s hesitation, she clasped her hands over Diana’s.
“Relax,” She whispered.
The other girl’s eyes shot up to Faye’s at the sudden contact. She wished she hadn’t. The cuts that marked the peerless face did nothing to ease her mind. The thought that the guilt fuelled pain that burdened her mind would be a mere pinch on the arm compared to that of Faye’s caused tears to sting her eyes.
“Can we go now? I need a lie down I think.” Faye didn’t wait for an answer and began to lift herself from the ground. Diana would have, if she could, stopped the girl and insisted she stay put until someone, be it a paramedic or her mother, arrive. It was obvious that Faye, on the other hand, was not going to spend a moment longer in the field. So Diana did what she could and helped the girl stand up. Faye stumbled, overcome with the strains of moving but comfort of the arm that reached around her waist eased her mind.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?”
Faye shook her head, “No. Can we just… Can we just go back to yours? I don’t want my mum to freak.”
Diana grip tightened on Faye’s waist as the girl suddenly tripped. “Okay,” She said. There was no arguing with her. If didn’t want medical attention then she wouldn’t get any, plain and simple.
Once they had reached the car, Diana attempted to find her keys while sustaining support for Faye. It proved difficult and it didn’t go unnoticed by Faye who retracted her arm from around Diana’s shoulders. She transferred her weight so she was leaning on the car and motioned for Diana to continue her search. Quickly enough, the car was unlocked. Diana went to help Faye in but was promptly stopped.
“I can get into the car by myself, Diana,” She snapped angrily. She instantly regretted it and wallowed in the silence she had caused.
Diana, on the other hand, was almost grateful that she hadn’t lost her ability to be, well, Faye. She was, however, disheartened as she watched, from the corner of her eye, as the bruised girl trailed a hand across her stomach and chest, delicately pressing her hand down where Diana suspected she had most forcefully hit. It was as if Faye was testing how badly hurt she was.
“Don’t suggest the hospital, okay? No. I don’t want to go. I’m fine. I’m breathing, aren’t I?”
“Barely,” Diana retorted, for it was true. Since applying the minimal pressure to her chest in an effort to test the pain, Faye’s breathing had become considerably difficult.
Faye groaned, “Please, Diana, just shut up.” The car came to a halt and she suddenly became nervous having assumed Diana was either about to unleash her own magic on her or at least kick her out of the car. It was when she glanced out of the car that she recognised the house to be Diana’s and the girl had in fact kept to her word.
“Let’s go inside.”
“Sit down there,” Diana commanded once, pointing towards one of the barstools in her kitchen.
Faye complied and slowly lifted herself onto the seat, cautious not to hurt herself. She winced when she slouched on the chair, applying a little too much weight onto her chest and quickly sat upright. “Have you got any ice?”
Diana nodded, “I’ll look for my dad’s first aid kit too.” She left the room while Faye remained perched upon the high stool. Once Diana had returned, a small box in hand, she opened the door to her freezer and searched for anything to help ease the girls pain. Her eyes rested on a bag of frozen peas and, upon seeing they were the most efficient item to hand her (unless a frozen loaf of bread would suffice), she took them out and handed them to Faye who was at level height on the stool.
“How cliché,” She smirked.
“Now take off your shirt.”
Faye laughed until it became obvious that it hadn’t been a joke. “I’m sorry, what?”
Diana blushed, having hoped not to have to repeat the words. “Your shirt, take it off so I can… So I can,” She mumbled as questionable thoughts crossed her mind. “Help,” She finally settled on.
Faye eyed her sceptically.
“Jesus, Faye,” She closed the space between them, “Lift your arms up.” So she did. “Relax.” So she did that too.
Diana lifted the shirt from her body and stole a glance while the fabric masked Faye’s eyes. She grimaced as the blemishes of dark magic spoiled the delicate, tanned skin of the girl seated in front of her. Faye watched the look cross Diana’s face and glanced down. She frowned.
Without even thinking, Diana reached forward and traced her hands over the bruises. There was a centre to it, where the impact had been most powerful. “Does it hurt?” She whispered.
“No,” She replied. She said nothing else and simply watched Diana whose hands followed the gradient of colours that came from the bruise. Various thoughts plagued her but none could deter the fact that her hands were on Faye’s bare skin.
She cleared her throat and pulled her hands away, “Sorry.”
“Do you want the ice?” The frozen peas hadn’t been touched.
“Do you want anything?”
“I can think of a few things,” She said, making a gallant attempt to flirt despite the pain.
Diana couldn’t help but smile, “I see the blow didn’t do much damage to your head.”
“No, but my lips kind of hurt.”
Faye nodded, “Yeah, maybe you could…”
“Faye,” She scolded.
“What?” Fictitious innocence dripped from her words.
“You know what.”
A silence ensued that allowed Diana ask herself without interruption why exactly she had rebuked Faye so quickly. She knew it was partly due to the fact that Faye had only been playing with her but, nonetheless, she could have indulged. Wait, she suddenly thought, there’s bigger things to worry about than this. She turned and filled a bowl with warm water, dampening a cloth in it and resting it on the counter beside Faye. “I’ll be gentle.”
Before Faye could make any attempt at a joke, she silenced her. “Just sit still.”
She placed the cloth to her forehead where a considerable amount of blood had collected. She wiped it away, careful to watch Faye’s face for any distress but the girl seemed focussed on something else. Her. Faye’s hungry eyes bore into hers and she suddenly became self conscious.
Faye shook her head, “Nothing.”
Diana continued carefully washing away the blood, starting from her forehead and slowly trailing down to her jaw. She paused, distracted by the taunting lips that lay slightly agape. The split that graced Faye’s bottom lip did nothing to make them any less appealing; it merely reminded Diana that this wasn’t the time. She hastily looked away when it became apparent that Faye was still watching her.
“You’re still looking at me.”
She pressed the cloth on her lip and wiped away the trickle of blood that had seeped from the split. Faye winced at the rough feel against her lips and dropped her head. It was embarrassing enough that was Diana of all people was tending to her, let alone allow the girl to see her at the peak of her vulnerability. Diana, however, had other plans. She lifted the tanned girls head, pushing her lightly up by her chin, before running her thumb over the girls bottom lip. God, they were soft. They felt softer than Adam’s ever had. She sheepishly wondered what they would feel like on hers. Faye, on the other hand, wondered if Diana was aware she had moved dangerously closer to her face, creating only a short distance between them. She wasn’t complaining, no, the opposite in fact. She hoped and prayed the girl, in her current daze, closed the gap. She didn’t though and pulled away as if she were a criminal caught committing a shameful crime.
It annoyed Faye, more than it should of. “What are you scared of?”
Diana tore her eyes from the entrancing lips. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“It was a simple question,” Faye stated.
“I don’t understand,” But she did. Faye wasn’t asking for a compiled list of her fears, no, she was asking what was scaring her right now. She was asking why she was acting uneasily around her. She was asking why she could barely look at the girl without licking her lips. She was asking why she was scared to kiss her.
Faye wasn’t to be deceived easy. Slowly and carefully she reached towards Diana’s hips, deliberately resting where a small amount of skin was left exposed, and pulled her as if she were a delicate porcelain doll, or rather a tentative stray, cautious not to scare the girl into fleeing. She felt as Diana’s body tensed but continued to pull her until she rested between her legs. Almost immediately Diana’s hands rested on the tops of Faye’s thighs. Their faces had gradually come to be mere inches apart.
“Relax,” Faye whispered and it reminded Diana of earlier when she had held onto her hands in front of the abandoned house. It felt like weeks ago.
When it seemed like Diana had indeed relaxed, Faye leaned forward and closed the gap that had lingered too long for either girl to handle and for the life of them they couldn’t work out why they hadn’t done this sooner. Whatever Diana had been scared of before, she wasn’t now. The instant her hands touched the naked skin that, although she had touched only before, felt entirely new. She couldn’t help herself and deepened the kiss, pushing herself closer and closer, her hands travelling higher and higher until they tangled the dark hair of the girl in front of her.
There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation as Faye lifted Diana’s shirt. She pushed herself off from the stool, ignoring the pain it caused, and walked forward forcing Diana to stumble back into the counter. Faye had her where she wanted her and she wasted no time indulging. Her kisses shifted, trailing along Diana’s collarbones, down her chest, lower and lower. When she was belt level, she glanced up at Diana. The girl’s knuckles were white from their grip on the counter, her eyes were closed and her head had lolled back. Faye smirked before wrapping her arms around Diana’s legs and hoisting her onto the wooden surface. She was surprised until Faye’s lips met her own again, her tongue pushed past lips until it met with hers. She was slightly elevated but was fond of the new angle; Faye’s position between her legs was titillating to say the least.
“Bedroom,” She murmured between kisses.
Faye nodded and pulled the girl from the counter and, in the process, unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor and her hands took its place. Diana gasped at the touch while Faye continued to guide her towards the stairs. Her hands went to Diana’s jeans and began to unbutton them. Once undone, Diana fumbled to remove them while ascending the stairs, it didn’t help that both girls were intent on maintaining the kiss. They finally reached the bedroom where, once the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell seated on the bed, Diana worked to remove Faye’s jeans who groaned in anticipation.
“You’re too slow,” She mumbled as she pulled her jeans off and pushed Diana lightly down and clambered on top of her.
She didn’t mind Faye taking control, she relished in it in fact. She did, however, work to unhook her bra. Once it had fallen, she admired the sight of the girl on top of her and licked her lips. She wanted to touch and kiss every part of her body. She wanted nothing more than to taste the forbidden fruit that was Faye Chamberlain, the very girl who often denied the advanced of her peers. Yet, she stopped. She stopped and she cursed herself but she had to.
“Faye,” She began causing the girl to look up, “Can we slow down?” She waited for the backlash or the tantrum or the snide remarks but none came.
Faye breathed. “Sure.” When she saw Diana’s face change she rolled her eyes, “Don’t look so surprised.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just, I thought you’d be angry.”
She shook her head. “No,” She said, shifting so she lay beside Diana, “I want you to be happy when it happens.”
Diana couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “Thank you,” She whispered, placing a kiss on her lips. Her hands traced the bruise that had managed to darken in colour. “I slapped Cassie you know.”
Faye looked at her, surprised by the proclamation. “What?”
“Wish I wasn’t so turned on right now.”
“I know, I know. Taking it slow.”