A/N: This goes out to every MD fan who truly hates FIONA WEBB.
Stevie Hall stood on the sidelines of the wedding party, watching as everyone got involved in the occasion. The district didn't have a lot of events. Farm life kept most people busy. So when an occasion such as a wedding occurred, people were more than happy to celebrate the joy. Okay, so it was an excuse to get drunk and make out with the bridesmaids and best men.
Stevie would have had all the men circling her if she didn't have a gloomy look on her face. The women looked like she was at a funeral instead of a wedding. For Stevie, it probably felt that way. The woman had just lost her best friend in the whole world. It probably didn't help that she was deeply in love with the guy.
Alex Ryan danced closely to the woman with dark hair. Fiona Webb. She was a walking talking horror movie. The spawn of Satan. Among other unkind words. She was a liar and manipulator, trapping men into her web to get what she wanted.
Stevie's stomach felt like firecrackers. She turned her head away, unable to watch anymore.
She found a glass of champagne and downed it in one mouthful before reaching for another one. A shadow fell over her and she turned her head to find Fiona lingering with a wide smirk on her face.
"I'm his wife and he loves me…"
Stevie glared at her and then stormed off, hoping to God that she followed her.
The bitch fell right into her hands. Stevie headed for the rocky cliff near Killarny.
"You've lost, Stevie," she droned on. "He's mine now and I'm never going to-" Fiona stopped mid-sentence, realizing that Stevie was smiling.
By then it was too late. They were far away from any guest that might hear her cry for help. Stevie had her right where she wanted her.
Stevie pressed her palm against Fiona and shoved her only once. Hard. She stumbled backwards and Stevie watched on as she let out a piercing scream, flaying her arms wildly about as she fell into the grand canyon sized hole in the earth.
Stevie brushed the dirt off her hands.
"Much better," she nodded, pleased with herself. "Good riddens to bad rubbish. Put that in your city pipe and smoke it."
Stevie could feel herself being pulled and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them again, she was in her bedroom, with Alex's arm wrapped securely around her waist and her swollen belly between them.
Stevie smiled. She hadn't had a good dream like that in ages.
Review please! I could use the pick me up. =)