*A/N This is just my take on Fiona's thoughts about her personal hell. Fiona belongs to Ryan Murphy. This is only for entertainment. Yada Yada. You know the drill. Read and review 3
Sunlight blares through the blinds on the window and Fiona wonders just who gave the sun the right to be so rude and pull her from slumber. When her eyes finally peek open she wonders just where in the hell she is and just why in the hell she's surrounded by something so cheap and rustic as knotty pine. In her confusion, she stumbles out of the bed and into her favorite black heels when she hears the voice of her lover. He appears carrying a string of catfish and seems quite pleased with himself. Fiona thinks that the goddamn fish just STINK and feels like she might vomit from the stench or commit a murder if she doesn't soon get out of this hellhole and downtown in a city with a skyline. The walls seem awfully close together and she thinks that she might smother or suffocate from the claustrophobia.
She picks a fight with her lover for no good reason that she can fathom; he says that every day starts the same way with her being confused about where she is and then they fight and he's sick of fighting... of course he is; fighting is just not something that they do. They usually get along famously; they were made for each other.
He makes a vulgar comment towards her and she slaps his face and he slaps her back which is something very out of character for the man she loves. He loves her more than jazz and would gladly murder or die for her; he's always put her happiness before his own. Something is more awry with this situation than she had initially thought.
He tells her that they had a deal and that she needs to accept her fate and she throws a classic Fiona Goode hissy fit that would make lesser men quake in their boots but not her man. Fiona realizes all of a sudden that she misses Cordelia and wants to be with her and thinks that maybe those are thoughts of desperation because she'd rather be anywhere but here. Her lover comforts her and she finds herself relaxing into his embrace because he is the one thing in this shit hole that she enjoys. She looks up from his shoulder and the face she sees staring back at her makes her insides clinch. Perhaps she had a soul after all.
Papa Legba laughs at Fiona's misery but Fiona Goode never lets anyone, deity or not, get the last laugh. On paper he had won and she was trapped in this rustic shit hole doomed to repeat the same day for all eternity, but he had trapped her with the only man that she had ever loved and she was going to make the most of it. If Papa Legba had REALLY wanted her to suffer he would have sentenced her to an eternity of listening to Myrtle Snow play her goddamn theremin but this was a punishment that she could learn to like.
She pulls back from her lover's shoulder and places a quick kiss to his lips, hoping Papa was getting an eye full. She apologizes for her earlier outburst and suggests that they have a formal reconciliation in the bedroom. Her lover of course agrees and she leads him by the hand to their destination.
Fiona smirked as she slipped out of her heels and unzipped her dress. She was Fiona Goode and still the most fearsome creature to ever walk the planet Earth. Other souls might languish in their personal hells but she'd be damned again if she was ever defeated. She was in hell, yes, but she'd turn it into heaven before she was through.