I know Fiona and Adam have yet to have any scenes together (I HOPE they do in the near future, however), but writing a fic for them was just too tempting to pass up. Just drabbles, since I don't actually have enough inspiration for just one storyline. Each drabble will mostly stem from my favorite songs, and some will come from absolutely nowhere, such as this one. And I don't even care if it's terrible; it's mostly just boredom, anyway. Plus, I'm a hardcore fadam shipper.
He was avoiding her. Fiona Coyne was not stupid, she knew when someone was avoiding her, and that was exactly what Adam was doing.
Why, she had no clue, only that wasn't exactly the truth. Adam was avoiding her because he thought she was avoiding him, which was absolutely ridiculous because she'd been searching for him since she'd arrived at the school. She was aware that he was actually a she, but she didn't care, because Adam was Adam and he was kind and good and sweet and amazing, and she loved him. She didn't care what society would think, or what her parent's would think; she didn't even care what Declan would think. She wanted to be in Adam's life, as his friend or as more, it didn't matter to her, so long as she was with him.
"Adam, there you are!" Fiona exclaimed as she spotted him sitting just outside, on the steps of Degrassi.
"Spare me the grief, Fiona," Adam spat harshly, though she could see the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes. She wished nothing more than to make those go away. His pain was her pain.
"What grief?" she asked, puzzled by the way he was acting. She wasn't the person everyone made her out to be; she wasn't cruel. She wasn't going to judge him. She cared too much. "Adam, I don't care."
"What do you mean you don't care?" he asked, and it was his turn to be puzzled. He looked hopeful, yet unsure, and she made it her personal mission to make him sure.
"I mean exactly what I said, I don't care," she repeated, taking his hands in her own and staring into those beautiful green eyes of his - such honest eyes with such pain in them, pain she wanted to make disappear, even though she knew it wasn't possible because the world was so cruel towards different. "I don't care that you were born a girl. I don't think you're a freak." She wasn't surprised when he flashed her a disbelieving glance, though she could still see a small glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I don't, and I need you to believe that. I don't care what it makes me. I know who I am, and I know what I want, and I want you."
"You want me?" he asked slowly, as if trying to process what exactly it was she was implying. She responded by moving closer to him, only stopping when her face was merely inches from his own.
"I want you," she repeated before gently pressing her lips to his own.
The kiss was sweet and gentle and nothing like the kisses she'd experienced before, and though she didn't know where they stood, and though she knew that society would look at them as everything that was wrong with this world, she felt the moment couldn't have been more perfect. She felt that there, kissing Adam on the steps of Degrassi, was where she belonged.