Disclaimer: I don't own H2O: Just Add Water or Secret Circle.

A/N: Yes, I am aware that this should go in the crossover section, and I'll put it there soon, but… no one goes to read stuff there, so it stands to reason no one would read this *pout* I know it's silly. I have another crossover (Lonely Ghosts) that's nearly 40,000 (?) words long and only has three or four readers as far as I can tell.

Anyway, this isn't so much a crossover as it is just Cleo from H2O: Just Add Water (played by Phoebe Tonkin) showing up in Chance Harbor (sometime in season 2 of H2O… right after Charlotte crewed with her head and ran away, but in this she ran to Chance Harbor). I don't think it'll go anywhere, just the annoying muses in my head trying to distract me from the five million other fics I should be updating.

I knew something was different from the moment I walked to the end of the dock. Faye was… different. She was dressed in a light blue shirt and shots, nothing black in sight. Her hair seemed less teased into place… and I could have sworn I saw a few frizzy wisps of hair sticking up. It was lighter too, much browner than Faye's slicked down, shiny blackish-brown hair.

I came up closer and nudged her with my foot. "Hey, Faye? Melissa wants everyone down at the abandoned house, and she said you weren't answering your phone." Faye turned her head to look up me. I couldn't see a trace of makeup; no dark lips, no heavily shaded eyes. She strangest part was that she looked like she had been crying. "Are you all right?"

"I miss my fish, and I saw some here." She said, gesturing at the water. That was when I noticed her heavy accent.

"Umm…. Yeah, Since when are you Australian?"

"Since always." She looked so confused and upset. "Look, I'd rather be along right now—"

"We have to go now, I'm sorry." I said, and I leaned down to grab her arm. She looked startled and like she was about to say something, but I pulled her up and made her start walking. The last thing Diana would want was for me to be late.

Faye kept trying to protest as we ran through the woods. "Hey, I don't know what's going on here, but—"

"Come on, we can talk later." I urged her. She seemed very skittish and kept glancing around at the trees. "What's wrong now?"

"Has it rained recently?"

"Yeah, why? You were here, remember? You stayed inside all day because you were afraid the rain would ruin you hair." I said. "It's just water."

Her whole body tensed, but she nodded. "Uh, yeah, of course. Just water."

After that she stayed silent, always leaping over the puddles on the ground like they were molten lava instead of just puddles. When we finally reached the abandoned house she seemed a lot more relaxed, and ducked in after me.

Diana looked impatient. "Faye, where were you?"

Faye didn't respond, and I nudged her. "Huh?"

"Where were you?"

Faye shrugged. "Just down by the docks… I saw some fish…"

"What's with the accent?"

"What do you mean?"

Melissa got up and came over to Faye. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Faye said, but it was obvious she had been crying. The traces of tears on her face when I saw her at the dock were still there. "Really… what are you all doing here, anyway? This place seems dangerous."

Melissa tried to take Faye's hand, but she shrugged away. "Did something happen, Faye?" she glanced at me apologetically. "Was it Jake?"

"Jake?" asked Faye. "No, who's Jake? Do I know him?"

"It was Jake." Adam concluded with a little more anger than necessary. "He must have done something really drastic to get her like this."

"That might not be true." I said. I never knew why I defended Jake, but I was sure he wanted nothing to do with Faye. I didn't think he would want to hurt her, not anymore. "Maybe it's a spell?"

Faye's eyes widened. "Oh, like magic? That's ridiculous."

Adam said, "Why? I could have happened."

"Magic's not real." Faye said. I heard some hesitation in her voice. "I thought everyone knew that. No spells or mythical creatures or mermaid or anything—"

"Magic's not real?" Diana asked. "Come on, Faye, you know it's real. You are witch after all." All of a sudden she seemed to get it. "You do remember being a witch, right?"

"No, I'm not a witch. Never have been." Faye said.

I was about to ask her what she was talking about when I heard a much more familiar voice, accent-free, from the door. "What's going on? I got your text, Diana."

We all stared, open-mouthed, at Faye. She was the Faye we all knew, and she was looking at us like we were crazy. "What? What did I do now?"

And then she met eyes with the other Faye across the room. "Oh, this can't be good."

A/N: Short and not spellchecked. Should I continue? I only wrote it to shut up my muse.

HAPPY, MUSE? HAPPY?

Sorry about that.