She doesn't understand when it happened, when it started. One second she was annoying, control-freak Diana, and the next she was someone Faye cared about. A little too much.
There's a knock at the door breaking Faye out of her thoughts. Good, she thinks, she doesn't need to be thinking about anybody like that. Especially not Diana Meade.
Except she's forced to, because there she is, standing at her front door, wearing that perky smile that always seems to be plastered on her face.
"What do you want?" Faye asks before the door is even completely open. "Melissa isn't here."
"I know," Diana says, her smile faded. "I came to see you."
Faye's a little shocked, not at Diana, but at the fact that she then opens the door and lets her in silently.
She crosses her arms and leans against the door, hiding all the emotions, all the thoughts, running through her mind.
"I'm sorry about the other day, with Melissa. I just wanted her to be okay."
"Well if you came here just to say that, you're wasting your time," Faye says. "I already knew that."
Diana nods. This isn't why she's here, Faye knows.
"What do you want Diana?"
Diana ignores her question and for some reason can't look Faye in the eye. "You've changed, you know?"
Faye doesn't know what to say to this.
"You used to be selfish and bitchy and arrogant-"
"What's your point?" Faye snaps.
Diana looks Faye in the eyes now. "My point is you care about people, whether you like it or not."
Faye only meets this with silence.
"And people care about you... whether you like it or not."
"Diana, why are you here?" Faye asks, stepping toward her. She's getting fed up with Diana saying all these things that don't make sense.
Diana steps toward her now, and they're so close that she can smell her perfume. Before she'd found it irritating and perky like Diana's personality, but now it's almost intoxicating. Faye leans in further.
Their hands entangle together and she can feel it. Magic. She can't tell if there are literal sparks or it's just her imagination, but it doesn't matter now because Diana's lips are pressed against hers. They're both surprised- at themselves, at each other- but they still lean against one another, no end in sight.
They both know they'll probably regret it tomorrow or say it was a mistake, but it doesn't matter. All Faye can think about is Diana and how close they are and how she smells and nothing else matters.
Later Faye will shake her head and laugh at how ridiculous this is. Faye Chamberlain and Diana Meade. What an unlikely pair.