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Thank you to my Beta for encouraging me to write this :)
It had been three days since Cordelia had shown up in Misty Day's own personal hell and brought her back to the world. Three long, torturous days where the swamp witch hadn't been able to sleep a wink and the Supreme hadn't woken up. Cordelia had led Misty to her room and then announced she needed to lie down, and hadn't woken up since. One of the new girls was a clairvoyant just like Nan, and she had told everyone that Cordelia was fine, just resting and that she should be left alone until her magic had restored itself. Even though she was the Supreme apparently it took a hell of a lot of magic to retrieve someone who was trapped in hell. Queenie and Zoe had filled Misty in on everything she had missed, how Cordelia was the new supreme, how Maddison had run away and most importantly how Cordelia had spent five days without sleeping trying to figure out a way to save Misty from hell. Misty had been so overwhelmed at this last piece of information. She had always looked up to Cordelia, she had always thought she was a great leader and she had enjoyed every moment spent in the other blonde's company. She did not realize, almost didn't even believe that she would be of such importance to the supreme. Apparently Cordelia had been so sure that she would be able to save Misty that she had bought her 'The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac" on vinyl and moved the record player into her room, telling the girls that she would need as much help healing as possible when she made it back. As the sounds of 'Landslide' started to fill the room, Misty lay back on her bed, her thoughts still on Cordelia.
"This is the song that you were singing when I saw you locked inside that tomb." A voice came from the doorway, Misty sat up startled, swinging her legs off the bed. She realized almost immediately that she had no reason to be scared and the voice had just been Cordelia. She took in the woman, who seemed to glow as she stood with her arms folded across her chest and her head resting against the door frame.
"Miss Cordelia, you look beautiful. I mean well rested."
The older blonde laughed at the swamp witch's obvious embarrassment at referring to her as beautiful.
"How are you Misty? You look tired." Cordelia said, her face showing the concern that filled her voice.
"I'm awful glad to see you're ok, that's for sure. And so grateful to you for having gotten me out of that place, I don't know how I'll ever repay you." Misty twisted her hands in her lap, not sure just how to express her gratitude.
"Misty, please, there's no need to thank me. If my mother had have fulfilled her duty as the Supreme you never would have had to partake in the Seven Wonders and you would have been fine. Besides, if anyone one of us deserved to be stuck in hell, it was not you."
Misty felt herself blushing. Cordelia had saved her, she was her hero, and she was acting like it was nothing. Like Misty had actually deserved it. The swamp witch wasn't used to people sacrificing things for her, she was the one who gave.
"Hey, are you ok?" Cordelia had moved across the room and was now kneeling in front of Misty, staring at her face intently.
"Yea, I am I just…" Misty brought her eyes up to meet those of the older blonde. "You're eyes, they're the same colour."
"I'm just happy to have eyes that work, I don't care what they look like." Cordelia laughed.
"Well I like them this way." Misty replied, realizing how close their faces had become, and before she could stop it she felt butterflies erupt in her stomach. She shook her head as if to clear it.
"I'm sorry Miss Cordelia, I haven't slept much since I got back."
"Please Misty, its Cordelia, or Delia. I think you and I are past the point of formalities, don't you?"
"I guess you're right." All of a sudden Misty was so aware of how her Cajun accent must sound to the educated woman, how she must sound like such a fool referring to the Supreme as 'miss'.
"So, why haven't you been sleeping?" Cordelia had moved onto to the bed now, sitting on the edge facing Misty.
The swamp witch ran a hand through her messy hair before adjusting her long skirt. Finally she met Cordelia's eyes and was overcome with the need to tell the woman everything.
"Every time I close my eyes, I'm back there."
Misty didn't have to explain where there was, Cordelia had seen it.
"I'm so afraid that if I go to sleep I'll be stuck there again."
The older woman's hand found Misty knee, a move that sent a strange calm through Misty's body.
"Misty you need to get some sleep. I know you're scared, but you need rest." Cordelia was staring at Misty, waiting for the younger woman to respond. After a few minutes passed with no answer, she spoke again.
"Would it help if I stayed with you while you slept? I have a book I've been meaning to read, I can just sit beside the bed. That way if you get scared, you can wake up and when you see me you'll know that you're safe."
The butterflies in Misty's stomach erupted again.
"I can't ask you to do that, it's too much. I don't want to put you out."
"It's not putting me out at all. It's nearly midnight, all the girls are in bed any way. God knows I don't need any more sleep. I'll just sit with you. Please, it will make me feel better to know you've gotten some sleep, even if it's only a couple hours."
Misty was hit with what felt like a thousand feelings at once, everything she had been holding back since she had been rescued by this woman who was sitting in front of her know, offering her even more help. The despair of being trapped, the joy of being fee, the exhaustion of not sleeping and all these strange feelings she was having for the older woman that she didn't understand pushed their way to the surface and broke through in a wave of sobs that wracked the swap witch's body.
Cordelia immediately pulled Misty into her arms and before long she was gently rocking the both back and forth in an attempt to calm the distraught woman. Finally, as the sounds of Rhiannon filled the room Misty calmed down enough to stop crying and she finally felt just how tired she was. Her eyes started to drift shut as she listened to Cordelia humming along to the music. And that's where, after three long days she finally found some rest, in the arms of her saviour.
A/N: Please review, pretty please. I have crippling anxiety about this and will lay awake all night until I know if people like it or not. :)