So I got tipsy and did a thing. I haven't written in awhile so be gentle lol! Enjoy and hopefully once I get more completed, they'll be more to come!

As soon as Danny left the room, she knew how the scene between Laura and Carmilla would go. The music would swell, a breeze would kick up, they'd kiss all 50's black and white film style and she'd be nothing to Laura.

An after thought.

The over protective moron who, instead of talking to Laura, decided to lash out and chunk a tomato at her head. She felt foolish but most of all she felt furious. Furious at Carmilla for surviving, for practically spitting in the face of certain doom to be with Laura.

She couldn't top that even if she tried.

She had tried though, she thought. She tried to catch Laura's eye, tried to will her mouth into forming the right words that would make those big beautiful brown eyes fall on her. She thought she was practically jumping in the background, hand raised, like an excited elementary school kid. In reality, she walked out of the room, shoulders slumped, in defeat. The Vice President of the Summer fucking Society admitting defeat, surrendering without so much as even a little fight. The truth was, she couldn't fight the connection between Laura and Carmilla. Getting in the way only put a gap in between she and Laura and if she pressed any further the gap would become a rift.

And so, as she heard the door to their room close, she knew her new role in Laura's life.

Friend.

Maybe not even friend? Acquaintance?

An old school girl crush.

Fuck.

Danny stood in the middle of the hall way, her head still bowed. She walked slowly to the nearest wall and placed her forehead onto it's cool surface, her eyes closed. She would look like a fool to any passerbys, her body supported only by her head pressed into a crudely crafted 'Study Buddy needed - non-humans need not inquire' flyer. She'd have to make a mental note to discuss the issue of non-human species discrimination throughout the campus with the President of the Summer Society. She wasn't fond of a specific vampire at the moment but, there was no need to start showing outward prejudice to people who may be undead, or undying for that matter.

She sighed.

What a mess. And what a mess she'd be, as soon as what she imagined in her mind came into fruition. When the newly created couple stepped out of their room, hand in hand, subetly announcing their union.

Shit.

What was she going to do, linger? Huddle around them and act as if she never had feelings for Laura? Like she didn't matter? Like she didn't want her hand intertwined with hers, like she never wanted her affection?

She managed to make a fist and lightly pound the wall, her anger falling on yet another flyer. She didn't even bother reading it fully, when she saw 'School dance' printed across it in bold lettering, she ripped it down. Stupid dance. Stupid fucking dance she planned on asking Laura to.

Danny lifted herself from the wall and began ripping the flyer into tiny bits and tossed the pieces onto the floor.

Danny Lawrence, slayer of paper. How pathetic.

And now, she'd made a literal mess for the figurative mess that she felt her love life had become. She stared down at the pieces. She didn't want to feel this sad. She had no idea how much she truly cared for Laura, until she saw the way her face lit up when she lumbered into the room, the vampire in tow. She was pleased that Carmilla survived but, she knew the moment she lifted her from that pit, any chances of her and Laura were pretty much over.

"I know..." A shaky, quizzical and slightly high-pitched voice said. "I know you're going through..things..." The voice trailed off and Danny heard a few footfalls in her direction. "...but..." More cautious footsteps. "...you're not just going to leave that there, are you?"

Danny didn't even look up. She simply bent and began picking up the rips of paper with her right hand her left hand tucking her hair behind her ear. She moved her hair to help with visibilty but it wasn't the cause of her limited eyesight, that credit belonged to the tears forming in her eyes. A blurry veil that she deperately wanted to fight. She tried to tighten her eyelids but, it only made it worse.

Damnit.

At least she wasn't losing it so bad she couldn't think of any new swears to express her current state. She felt the movement of Perry drawing nearer and tried to quickly blink back her emotion,she even let her hair fall back over her face. Anything so that no one could bear witness to this miserable lump of a person she had become in mere moments. Danny slowly looked up and saw Perry begin helping her with the bits of paper, collecting them into a small pile in her palm.

Perry knew things between Carmilla and Laura would escalate quickly. She figured that, for Danny and privacy's sake, she'd remove them quickly from the room before Laura and Carmilla were all over one another. She also fired off a quick text to Lafontaine to deliver the good news after she and Danny departed.

She felt sorry for Danny. She had to have known she was delivering Carmilla back to Laura. Packing back to the woman she loved, the woman she loved. Without so much a thank you, which, Perry thought was the least the poor girl deserved.

On the other hand, at least her 'love interest' didn't get stolen away by a flash drive.

How ludicrous?

Lola didn't know the length of her love for LaFontaine. They were her best friend, they were her confidant but lately - things had slightly escalated she thought? She and LaFontaine had always had a question mark at the end of their relationship. The night they defeated the Dean. They kissed her. On the cheek but, a kiss is a kiss right? It made Perry begin to question their relationship. As soon as she thought that maybe they should explore things Lafontaine became, she would not call it a relationship one could not have a relationship with a sentient being, emotionally attached to an external hard drive.

Perry felt as Danny looked.

Lost.

For the past week since Carmilla's assumed death, they and JP had been attached at the hip...port? They were always communicating with it and Perry was nothing more than an after thought. They had even missed Antiques Roadshow - they always came by her room and watched Antiques Roadshow. True, she'd have to sit through some terrifying obscure horror film, but she bent for Lafontaine just as they bent for her. They were a we once?

We need to do our laundry.

We need to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

We need to make sure we pour a line of salt over our respective thresholds every third Wednesday of the month per the student handbook for - reasons unexplained.

When did they become a you and I?

Perry shuttered at the thought of leaving the torn up paper on the floor. What if someone slipped and fell and bit off their tongue on their landing. Extreme yes, but, as floor don you had to expect the worse to prepare for it. She prodded Danny lightly and of course she began to clean up but, when Perry saw the tears gathering in her eyes, she knew the situation was a lot worse than she anticipated.

Perry stopped scooping up the paper for a moment leaned over and slowly re-tucked strands of red locks behind Danny's ear, as she did, two tears slid from either of Danny's eyes. One cascaded down her cheek, the other traveled down the side of her nose and nested. Perry softly exhaled . Danny's once jovial, blue denim eyes were rimmed red and glinting with sadness. She really was a beautiful woman, Perry had never really noticed. She had seen Danny as she was sure Danny had seen her but they had never been close, not this close anyway. She knew of Danny but, before the entire school nearly got devoured by some malicious light, she had never really known Danny. Even now in the hallway she couldn't say she knew her. The people that they knew, knew each other and thus put them within the same circle, just like it had been before.

"I know..." A beat to carefully word her next statement. One had to be careful when dealing with a fragile woman. She knew that from personal experience. How many cups of tea had she provided over talk of some Zeta breaking one of her girls hearts. They weren't her girls but they were as long as she was floor don. She felt a responsibility to them and she took it very seriously. Although she was running low on lemon balm. "...things may be tough. You just have to look at the bright side of this. Carmilla's alive, we're alive, the Dean is...well mostly dead I think..."

Perry smiled optimistically but it fell flat the moment she saw Danny's expression never changed. Perry bit her bottom lip nervously. Maybe she could sacrifice the rest of that lemon balm.

"Let's clean up this mess and I'll make you some tea, okay?"

Danny didn't really feel like being around anyone. She wanted to go back to her room. More than that, she wanted to go back to her life. Her life pre-Laura and the fucking Dean and her stupid town-hall meeting that got her tangled into this mess in the first place.

"Lola, look. I really appreciate the fact that you're..."

"So, tea?"

"I don't think you're hearing me. I kind of just want to be alone."

"Nonsense."

"Lola."

"Danny."

"Lola!" Danny said her voice elevated and jaw set. "I don't mean to be rude but I really just feel like if I stay in this hallway any longer, knowing what's going on in there." Danny nodded her head at Laura and Carmilla's door. "That my heart will dislodge itself from my chest and make a hasty escape and descent out of the nearest window. So no, I don't feel like going back to your room and sipping tea like some flimsy little frosh who fell in love with the first Zeta that happened by."

Danny instantly regretted lashing out at Perry. It wasn't her fault, she was just the nearest person she could take out her frustration on. Danny hastily tried to get out some form of an apology but before she could LaFontaine cut the corner, their eyes wide.

They looked from Danny to Perry and a violent tremor shook the school. All three of them shuffled to maintain balance and as soon as they had, the quake subsided.

"Umm guys? I hate to be that person but I think we have a serious case of bad to worse here." Laf blinked rapidly and used their free hand to comb a tuft of ginger hair from their face. "I got your text Perr, Camilla's alive right - where are they?" They looked bewildered for a moment then spread their arms, their tablet in hand with several new messages from JP scrolling along it's surface.

Danny dropped the pieces of paper she was holding to the floor and only looked back once to see Perry huff and finish cleaning it up.

"They're-in-there." Danny rambled out quickly, not entirely comfortable with using they in reference to Carmilla in Laura yet, although she suspected she would be doing so more often than she thought in the future. "What's wrong?"

"Brace yourselves people since the Dean..." Lafontaine stopped mid-sentence to stare at their tablet. They shook their head at each scrolling message with a soft 'mhmm'.

"Well, what is it saying?" Perry asked, the pieces of paper now balled up in her palm. She made two tight fists and rested them on her hips. "Well?!" She questioned her patience wearing thin.

Lafontaine's brow furrowed as they continued to read JP's messages. "JP is not an it. JP is JP. I'd really appreciate it if you'd use his name." They finished never once looking up at Perry. "We talked about this."

"We most certainly did not talk about it. I called it...I mean Jp...and it and you told me I'm starting to sound like I'd vote with the People's Party and stormed out of the room."

Lafontaine sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of their nose with their free hand, their other hand gripped the tablet in place. "I don't have time to teach you everything Perry. You know it's not on me to educate you over every little thing."

"And here we go!" Perry said, her voice elevated. "It's also not my job to stay up on every little thing. They, it, otherkin? I don't know what is what anymore and you know I try Susan." Perry stepped forward, speaking earnestly. "I really do."

Lafontaine held Perry's stare for a moment and laughed lightly in disbelief. "Susan, huh?"

After an excruciatignly awkward silence, mostly filled with Perry's lips moving with no actual sound coming out of her mouth, Danny cleared her throat. Loudly. "So what's JP on about?"

"Yes, let's all take direction from the haunted tablet." Perry added sarcastically and quickly realized, by the look on LaFontaine's face, that her comment was ill-timed.

Lafontaine shook her head at Perry. "Whatever. I'm going to tell Laura and Carmilla, we got some serious crap to deal with. I'm talking monumental. Beyond monumental, gargantuan!"

"So that's how it's going to be?" Perry stepped closer to LaFontaine. Her fists moved from her hips to lay defensively across her chest. She motioned to Carmilla and Laura's room with her shoulders. "You go running off with JP, Carmilla and Laura? It's been a week and you're barely around. I don't see you anymore and when I do, you're gone so fast I can hardly get a word in. You're angry at me all the time over the slightest things and I feel like...like..."

"Like you don't even know me anymore?" Lafontaine questioned, their forehead creased as if they felt the same.

Perry and Lafontaine's eyes met briefly, they fell away at twice the speed.

"Perr...I..." Lafontaine's eyes softened. They took a few steps towards Perry and another violent tremble shook the foundation of the school. "We'll...we'll talk about it later, okay?"

"O - " Perry started but Laf was already ducked into Laura and Carmilla's room, the door shut tightly behind them. "-kay." Perry whispered her eyes downcast.

She had heard that for the past week. Next time Perry I promise. Of course Perry, I'll drop by. You're being silly Perry, we'll talk about it later.

Only later never came.

Danny and Perry stood in the hallway together, alone.

"Tea?"

Perry turned to Danny, sniffling. She managed a smile through quickly forming tears.

"I've got lemon balm."