FULL SUMMARY:

Cordelia's life has proven to be treacherous.

Nothing had remained the same in months. Suddenly she has become supreme and ended her relationship of years, and chiefly had become responsible for Sansa, a little witch who had literally been thrown into the outside world.

She could not help but suffer at times, of course. Cordelia always tries too hard, no one could deny it. She fights for everyone and proves to be the real protector that they need.

For a while, she thought she would have to do everything by herself, forever. However, when fate brings her a bright-eyed grown-up woman with curly blond hair, she cannot help but wish it's not only temporary.

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TEMPORARY, intro.

If Cordelia were really Sansa's mother and if this were not an extremely temporary situation, she would be proud now. Not only because the shy little girl had decided on her own to go to the recreational area of the children's restaurant that not long ago Cordelia had begun to attend - this too, of course, but because the poor child had in almost three months in which that Cordelia knew her, finally made a truly temporary friendship with another blond little girl - hitherto unknown, who was playing with some toys next to her.

Everything in that kiddo life is so temporary, in fact - she can't help but think for a moment. However, this did not shake her happiness. That transformed into a small smile, crossed her face, glowing hidden between a piece of pizza and another.

Sansa was finally making progress.

"They grow up too fast, don't they?", the voice that submerges amid the noise of busy Wednesday's causes Cordelia to startle in her own thoughts. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you", her head is turned instantly to the ardent female voice. It belongs to a blond woman, with clear eyes and alabaster skin. "I'm sorry, sometimes I can't keep my..."

"Are you talking to me?", with her complexion furrowed in confusion, Cordelia interjects. "Sorry, what you..."

"Oh yes, I was. I just... uh ", embarrassed, the blonde woman on the opposite side to Cordelia begins. Her tone of voice diminishes as her cheeks turn pink. "I just tried to pull a subject, since it's just the two of us here, the huge overprotective mommas. They seem to be having fun up there. "

"Oh sure. I'm sorry, I just did not understand the question", her dark brown eyes dance until the playground and look for the girl, in a silent assurance that everything is right. "They do. I'd rather have her up there than here, feeding her wildly just to make sure she's not starving, you know? She's not a big fan of being there, though."

"I completely understand," in a silent self-invitation, the blue eyes and curly hair one come neatly closer until she is seated next (but not that much) to Cordelia. "Misty Day. Does she look like her father?"

"Oh no. I mean, maybe. I would not know. I'm not her mother", being cached by surprise by the question, Cordelia responds. Her legs and torso are now facing Misty. "Nor the stepmother. I am her temporary home, it's a difficult situation to explain", with her shoulders tense, she takes a deep breath. Although part of the world (or at least America) knows about magic now, Cordelia would never bother to explain Sansa's situation. Not for a stranger, at least. "Cordelia Goode, it's a pleasure."

"The pleasure is mine. Sorry to ask, I did not imagine", although lascivious in her moment of confidence, soon pink colored the cheekbones from Misty's face again. "What's her name?".

"Sansa. Like in Game of Thrones, you know? "

"Yeah, I do. Creative name, I wish I had come with something like it", she pauses that causes another smile on Cordelia's face. Misty seems familiar with the conversation. She does it well, at least. "It's very beautiful. No more than you, though."

Oh, Lord, she did not see that coming, honestly. It hit her full, without even a detour.

Women did not flirt with her normally. Not even men did it, to be honest. And although Madison rarely came up with certain metaphors implying a sexuality that did not exist in herself, she did not on earth ever imagine any of it. She had never ever.

It's her turn to have flush painted on her face, then. She can't help but sit upright, extremely uncomfortable and search for Sansa a second time.

"You're a mother yourself, I suppose?", in a mental quest to deflect from that apparent subject, Cordelia asks. She does not even look at Misty now. She's nervous about anything like this, of course.

"It depends on how you approach it. If it's a problem, we can pretend that I'm not. She's very small, anyway. I swear you hardly gonna remember her", Misty mumbles. The low volume makes it seem like it hides a secret. She is really close to Cordelia and it's impossible to ignore her sweet, natural smell by now.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in anything right now. I'm exclusively for work, so ... ", in a quick move, like who takes off the band-aid, Cordelia comments. Soon, she takes a long breath and continues: "Otherwise, I..."

"Oh, how unlucky I am. The opposite of your work, apparently. It's lucky; a lot of luck!".

"Not just the job! I mean, the Sansa's case is recent as well. But that's kind of you, thank you very much", though unpredicted, Cordelia was glad for the compliment at last.

"Oh yes, of course. I got it. I hope that when you are prepared, she treats you well, because you deserve it. You're such a woman. Very pretty!", showing the same friendly smile from the start, Misty says. Confidence is a good adjective for her, Cordelia realizes. Fits well.

"Thank you very much. That's nice to hear", so much confidence, however, brings embarrassment to Cordelia. At this stage, she is not even able to correct her by the genre used before. "You're beautiful too, but that's remarkable to anyone."

For the first time, from the beginning of the conversation, Misty Day looks ahead in a sweep around the place. Her lips tighten after a smile and then she looks back at Cordelia for a moment.

"Look ...", getting up from the chair where she was sitting, she begins: "Why don't I leave my phone number with you, just ... Well, just in case you want a first-time mommy friend and all this crap", while she was writing with a blue wax chalk on her own order coupon, Cordelia almost could feel the tension growing between them. It is almost as strong as the scent of flowers that comes from the other woman's stripped hair. And God knows how much Cordelia loves flowers. She even has her own greenhouse. "Now - and let it be said that it has nothing to do with the tension and my shyness for being rejected, I'll go and save your child from the wrath of mine. See you around, Miss. Cordelia".

As fast as she appeared, Cordelia followed with her eyes Misty up the huge slide until she reached the two children. Sansa and the same girl as before (which Cordelia realizes she still doesn't know the name) are far from each other and the appearance of the older one turns to be just the excuse Sansa needed to return to Cordelia's meeting.

"You did so well, sweetpie!", Cordelia can't help but praise. "Want some more pizza?"

"No, I think we can go back to the Academy now," the little girl murmurs over her squeaky breath. Cordelia recognizes the situation well. Misty's earlier approach had not been so welcome. "I dunno if I like pizza that much."

"I see why, this food sucks. I'm sure Myrtle will be happy to prepare something decent for us as soon as we arrive", presumptuously, Cordelia comments. In fact, she knows very well that Myrtle Snow with difficulty would deny the opportunity to prepare some of her exhausting dishes for them. Even more with the new appreciation acquired for Sansa, who has been proving extremely strong lately. It would not be new, anyway. It would not be the first time that Myrtle fills with goodness a little girl abandoned by her own mother in rough conditions.

"I like Myrtle", Sansa confesses, in a half-tone. "Not much of Madison, but a lot of Myrtle".

"Nobody likes Madison very much, little bird", Cordelia can't stop herself from laughing at her own comment. "She has a good heart though".

"... that she doesn't show that much", Sansa seems to have come to the end of the conversation because she just holds one of Cordelia's hands and side by side, she walks toward the exit. "Let's go to the Academy, right?"

"Yes, let's go home," Cordelia says at last.