I didn't mean for this to happen, but it has. Please be nice I've only seen Coven once because I can't stand to watch the finale again. It ripped my guts out. I need a happy ending for Misty and Cordelia.

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The swamps were always so quiet by nightfall. She could sometimes hear the whippoorwills and the stirring of the gators beneath the shack; but mostly she could just hear Willow breathing next to her.

She was five months old. The light of her mother's world, the only thing that meant anything to the swamp witch. Willow could sleep through the night now in a full block without waking up, to her mother's delight. She could also roll over from her back to her tummy, and she laughed when Misty blew raspberries all over her chubby stomach. These last five months were easily the happiest Misty had ever been, ever.

Every day and night spent being a mom and having someone to take care of was truly her greatest joy. She had never smiled or laughed or cried so much, and every time that Willow's little eyes lit up, her will to live reinforced.

They laid down when the sun set, sometimes Willow would fall asleep right away, sometimes Misty would have to pick her up and sing to her. Sometimes she had to walk through the woods with Willow's head resting on her shoulder, something about the forest air seemed to calm her.

The two of them laid nestled together in bed, Misty was a light sleeper and constantly woke up through the night to check on her daughter. She was in between sleeps, her eyes batted, she was exhausted. Her hand went to Willow, who was resting warmly. She looked over her shoulder.

The darkness was present, but something seemed…off.

She paused for a moment, and saw a light creaking through one of the cracks of the swamp house.

Less than a second later she heard it, voices. And the sound of movement yards away from where she and her child lay sleeping.

Instinctively she grabbed her daughter and held her against her chest. Willow's eyes remained closed while Misty tried to peak through the crack in the wall. She saw many people standing on the banks of the swamp, and even more on her territory.

"Goddamn…" she whispered.

She knew who it was, it was those same evil creatures that tore her out of bed last time and set her on fire. She'd go right back to hell and dissect those frogs for eternity if it meant saving Willow from these wicked beings.

Without hesitation she tried to escape the mass of people approaching her, just barely by jumping into the swamp unseen. With Willow in her arms, she trudged through the knee deep mud water and heard the sound of gunshots behind her. She knew quite well that she would probably never return.

Where? Where? Where? She had to hide, she had to get both of them out of there but where?

She vowed never to return to the coven, because of the way that it ended the last time. She had spent so long in hell that by the time Cordelia saved her, her soul was almost completely destroyed. She lost her mind and herself entirely after coming back. It was Willow that saved her.

"No," she told herself out loud. It was a horrible idea.

She wasn't going to give her baby to them so they could seduce her into the world of magic and supremacy. She hadn't used her magic one time since the night that Willow was born. When she thought about magic and motherhood, she thought about Cordelia and Fiona, and how well they turned out.

It scared her. The only thing she was afraid of was losing Willow.

Just then her little baby began to wriggle awake, she whimpered and let a cry break out.

Misty quickly began to pat her back and hush her as she looked around; the lights of the torches were a distance away as the two of them hid in the trees and brushes.

Little Willow quieted enough for Misty to take off sprinting through the woods. She ran as fast as she could, away from the land that she knew and loved. But not as much as Willow, the child who she would give up her life for.

The mansion was quiet during the summer time. With the girls on summer vacation, there was barely any life in the house where Cordelia lived in solitary. It was extremely lonely.

Day after day she sat at her desk, or drank tea in the foyer, or pretended to be working but the truth was that she was just passing time. It seemed as if when the girls weren't around, she was useless.

She missed them all, especially her first class. But there was one girl that she missed more than all of them combined. She missed the swamp witch: Misty.

Cordelia thought about Misty every day. It had been well over a year since she freed her from hell.

The solo rescue took months to develop. Cordelia faced oppression, many sleepless nights, and many brick walls when it came to sending herself in to the pure witch's personal hell. She had no idea what she would be walking into or even what to expect.

What she found was heartbreaking.

She found the lost girl, blaring ear-splitting howls in the middle of the classroom. She was in a school? Misty had tears running down her face and she sobbed hysterically at the frog in her hand.

"If you won't dissect a dead frog, then you will dissect a live one!" She killed the frog, causing another round of screams to ring through the air.

Cordelia raced to her, the man repeated his cruel instruction but she got there before Misty was forced to kill the livin' thing again. The Supreme grabbed her and pulled her into her arms, covering her head to hide her from the evil laughter and shame.

Then everything went quiet.

The swamp witch stood across the street from Miss Robichaux's Academy, muddy and barefoot like the first time she walked through the doors.

Except there was a big difference between the last time she was seeking refuge in the coven and now. The memories…they were so painful she would force herself to block them out. If there was any other place she could take Willow, she would. But this was it. There were no other options, she didn't have anyone else.

Her troubled eyes scanned the area: the night was translucent and the moon shone down on them intensely. It was calm with no one in sight. This was a good sign, something soothed her soul. She felt no threat as she walked up the path to the mansion. It wasn't her last hope, it was her only hope.

Despite her fear of the coven and magic alike, she knew that Miss Cordelia wanted nothing but the best for all of her students. From the very beginning, protection was the first rule of business. And she trusted Cordelia more than any of them.

She looked down at her sleeping baby, whose life had changed in a matter of seconds without her ever realizing it. Misty trusted herself that she was making the right choice. But being a mother was hard. She never had any instruction or guidance. The truth was that every moment of parenting turned out to be a test for her.

By now she had figured out Willow's different cries. She knew when she was hungry, she knew when she was wet, she knew when her tummy hurt, or when she just wanted to be held. She knew. She knew all of these things. They had never spent a moment apart from each other. They had slept together every night and woke up together every morning.

Until now, Willow had never known another person. To her five month-old self, her mommy was the only thing that existed besides her.

But their whole world was about to change, just as it had that evening. It must've been hours past midnight, she hoped to not cause a fright.

She touched the door. It was her home for a short time, and it was a strange…somewhat eerie feeling coming back. The memories were pouring over her head. Don't go there, she thought.

She tapped on the door and rang the bell. Her heart thumped while she waited for any kind of movement or resonance inside. After a minute of standing and constantly looking over her shoulder, she banged on the door with her fist, and pushed the doorbell half a dozen times to where the chimes overlapped.

She turned around when she felt a chill hit the back of her shoulders. She was wearing the slip that she slept in every night. Misty cradled her daughter while patting her back, maybe it was the anticipation that made her uncomfortable all of a sudden. She stepped forward and looked out towards the front lawn, there was no one. No torches, no fire, no witch hunters.

And then she heard something behind her. It sounded like the door unlocked, and when she turned around slowly, the Supreme was standing there.

Confusion. Disbelief. Shock was apparent.

The Supreme rubbed her eyes as if doing so would cause her to see something different.

Misty stood there silently as Cordelia's eyes seemed to adjust from slumber.

"Miss Cordelia?" she whispered, her smoky Louisiana drawl rang even with deep exhaustion.

As Misty implored the now conscious Supreme, she pleaded for protection using her eyes. She knew there was no reason to say anything, Cordelia could tell. If there was anyone who could read Misty like a book, it was Cordelia. She just "got" her.

"Miss Cordelia?" she asked again, this time taking a step towards her former teacher.

Cordelia's hand reached out and pulled away in front of Misty's face.

"It's me, Miss Delia," she said nervously, "it's Misty. Don't you recognize-"

The Supreme stepped forward and pulled Misty into her arms, cautiously being aware of the sleeping baby on Misty's chest.

The girl from the swamps closed her eyes and sighed. Something about being in Cordelia's arms was protection in itself. She couldn't explain it. She never had someone who held her like that. It felt like shelter. Which was exactly what she needed right now.

Shelter. Protection. Miss Cordelia.

She sighed again, thankful for a place to sleep in peace.

All she wanted was a place to take Willow, maybe this was where she was supposed to be all along. Maybe she was wrong for hiding her from the world, because when Cordelia pulled her inside and she felt the rush of the coven's energy flood through her, she felt the seduction. It was like listening to Stevie sing. And it was powerful.

I proofread this but I wrote this really late at night so I'm sorry if there's any typos or plot holes. This is going to be short, like probably three or four chapters max. But like I said, I need a happy ending for Misty and Cordelia. Please leave feedback it is so encouraging to know that I'm not the only one who feels this way about them. Thank you for reading!