This is a story I promised my best friend ages ago and I just found large parts of it on my hard drive and, so I have to actually finish that some day (she still hates me for never reading more) I decided to share it here. Though I love the show, this is not my preferred fandom and I wrote most of it just after Season 3 aired, so this might be incredibly horrible and OOC. I'd like to hear your thoughts.
Characters not mine sadly
Chapter I
The blonde has absolutely no idea where she is. The streets are wider and the houses bigger and more glamorous than on her side of town. And a lot more intimidating.
Her mother is a few houses down the street (her Bible Class has weekly meetings), but when the little girl turns around, she dejectedly has to admit, that it is rather a house a few streets down. She has absolutely no idea where she is or how to get back.
It is the first time she has ever ventured this far, normally she is satisfied with the swing set, hidden behind some bushes and trees that are in dire need of trimming and away from the window her mother could spot her through. Today, she feels adventurous however, and the swing set has been covered in spider webs and unruly vines.
It is rather ironic, how easily she's manages to slip out of the house and the normally watchful eyes of her mother who prides herself on her perfect child raising abilities. If she only knew, how often the girl spends Bible Class outside, counting clouds and passing birds, only sneaking back in, when she is sure they are about to break off.
She never had a soft spot for God or Jesus and all the miracle stories her mother had cited as bed time stories for as long as she can remember. And since she found out she could move things with her mind at sheer will, she is afraid of spending her day in the company of a dozen witchcraft condemning Bible fanatics. She had heard too many of the stories to know what's going to happen if they ever found out.
She rakes her hands through her dirty blonde locks, turning on the spot once, twice, hoping to see anything that would help her remember where she's supposed to have come from.
She doesn't.
Two cars honk at her when she stops in the middle of the street and stomps her foot in frustration. She's not used to this much hassle – where she comes from she sees most people walking to the bus stop instead of driving their own car all the time. The majority of her time is spent in her backyard anyway, that connects to a larger forest where her mother likes to teach her different animals and plants.
Sheepishly apologizing to the driver of one of the cars, the girl comes to a halt in front of a beautiful white two story building, complete with a big front yard, surrounded by a large green hedge and an ornate entry Gate. She pauses for a moment on the sidewalk, gawking at the building's exterior in awe before she pushes open the heavy Iron Gate and steps through.
Her clear and only intention was to ring the doorbell and to ask if they, by any chance, know of any Bible Class around here. That intention however, wavers quickly, as she spots all the interesting toys and dolls littering the lawn. Most of them she has never seen.
One arrangement in particular catches her eye; somewhere in the back stands a plastic table, lines with five plastic chairs, four of them occupied with plastic dolls that seem to be drinking tea out of plastic cups. Walking over, she takes one of the dolls out of its chair, inspecting it more closely. She's begged her mother for a doll for over a year now.
The only thing her backyard has is an old, pretty rotten tree where her father had put up a self made swing. The house, her room in particular, doesn't look much different. Her mother is of the opinion, that girls her age don't need to play with dolls and toys, but rather learn the ways of the Bible and how to behave like a lady. The little girl hates both of it.
"Hey! What are you doing?" comes a timid voice behind her suddenly. Turning around she is faced with a beautiful brown eyed blonde around her age. She's a little shorter than herself but, she suspects, at least a few months older, too. Her skirt is a bright yellow, the matching shirt adorned with red roses. Her feet are bare, with nails painted in a dark crimson color that match her finger nails.
"Nothing" she answers and, doll still clutched to her chest, walks in the other girl's direction. "She is pretty"
That's when the smaller blonde notices her doll. With a few steps, the girls stand face to face. "That's my doll. Give it back!" leaves small lips angrily.
"But I like her" comes the instant reply.
" .Back." And with one quick motion the doll is back in its owner's arms, which promptly turns and stalks back over to the swing set she's come from.
"NO!" the taller girl exclaims, more to annoy the other girl than out of serious want for that doll and both kids watch, as it lifts itself in the air and levitates across the lawn. About halfway over, it comes to an abrupt stop, hovering on the spot for a long moment, before moving back in the direction it came from. They stare at each other in surprise, they don't really know anyone else who can do that, too. Then the doll is in motion again. That tugging game goes on a full two minutes, both girls fighting over the toy without lifting a finger, standing almost on opposite sides of the big garden.
"Stop it" the smaller girl cries.
"You stop it" the taller girl shoots right back.
"Both of you, stop it!" A third voice sounds from the front steps. "Are you out of your minds?" The toy hits the ground with a thud, both girls looking rather ashamed, studying their shoes. "Using your magic out in the open, where everyone can see you. How often did I tell you not to do that, Delia?!"
"I'm sorry mother" the girl in question bravely hefts her gaze onto the adult. "She try steal my doll" she mumbles on, pointing her head over at the other girl.
"No, I don't" she starts to defend herself. This is the girl's – Delia's- mother after all, of course she would believe her daughter. But she is cut off by the woman.
"Of course you didn't" There is no trace of sarcasm in her voice. "My daughter has way too much imagination. Tell her you're sorry, Cordelia!" The other blonde just looks on in amazed shock.
"But…"
"No buts, Delia. Do it" Her mother is firm and if they hadn't just been berated for using magic in public, both girls are sure she would use it to force Delia to apologize.
"I'm sorry" but she doesn't look at the girl, that somehow now stands right beside her.
"Now," Delia's mother turns her attention back onto the stranger "What's your name? I'm gonna have your parents pick you up and deal with you."
The girl pales. "I'm Misty Day, but please don't tell my mommy."
Delia's mother scoffs and Misty thinks, that the woman does not really come across as an actual mother. "Maybe you should have thought about this before flaunting your Powers around here"
"They not know I do that. Please" Misty's wild blue eyes wander from Delia to her mother and back, frantically. "I think they hurt me" she almost cries.
The comforting hand on her shoulder is the last thing she had expected but then Cordelia wraps the crying girl in her arms and into a hug. "Why would they do that?"
"I 'spose be at Bible Class right now" Misty answers sheepishly, mumbling her answer into the other girl's shoulder.
"Then you probably should be two streets down at Mrs Henderson's instead of my front yard. What are you doing here?" The woman is getting angry. She hates those Bible freaks and their shitty morale and views on everything not catholic and if that little girl knows that Delia has Powers, it is only a matter of time until everyone knows about them. Of course now her daughter seems to have found a liking to the other girl. That is just so typical; almost everything Delia does is just to spite her mother. Of course, she may have deserved it but that is the last thing Fiona would admit to.
"I'm afraid of them" Misty repeats "Mommy say witches are burned at the stake" she pauses for a moment to collect her thoughts "I got lost and I want to ask to get back. Please don't let them set me on fire. Please, please, please!" she is shivering now, and Delia pulls her close, sheltering her from the cold that isn't there.
"Oh, stop crying! I won't tell your folks" Fiona may not be the most compassionate person and quite frankly a pretty shitty mother but she is definitively not, in no way, letting a six year old girl be burned alive. Her words bring a little smile on the young girl's face and she couldn't stop thanking the woman enough. She's not afraid anymore, but rather excited to have found more people that seem to be like her. She's not so sure about the girl's mother, but maybe she and Delia could be friends some day and that the shorter blonde would be willing to help her understand what she is and what she can do.
Cordelia pulls back out off their embrace a minute later, looking Misty over to see if the girl can be seen in public, then she announces "Come on, I show you back"
A quick questioning look to her mother and a nod on Fiona's part later, the girls are on their way down the street, where Misty has come from earlier.
They walk hand in hand, Delia's doll in Misty's arms. The smaller girl has picked it up and shoved it at Misty just before they left the property. They both don't hold a grudge for very long - unless Delia is angry at her mother.
"Why you leave Bible Class?" Delia asks curiously.
"I get bored" Misty shrugs "I always leave"
That makes Delia laugh.
"You have Powers, too" It's an observation, nothing more. No question, because she has seen Delia use them; no judgement, because she has them as well.
"My family are witches" Delia whispers back. It's pretty unlikely that people overhearing them would take two six year olds saying they are witches seriously – but her mother taught her to be careful. "Mother is a leader or something, I not see her much" Misty recognizes, that her new friend doesn't sound too sad about that fact.
"I'm so sorry for taking your doll. I think you want to play" She changes the topic and, suddenly her shoes are more interesting than the conversation.
"I'm sorry for saying you steal it" Delia squeezes their still joined hands. Then she stops. "It's over there, Mother don't want me to go there"
Misty turns, recognizing the house she'd snuck out off two hours prior. It's located at the end of the short street and she can see, that nobody is looking for her yet. She still has about ten more minutes to sneak back in. "Thank you" She gives their hands another squeeze, before letting go. Then she hands the doll back but Delia wouldn't take it.
"You have it"
"My mama don't let me keep it" the girl replies sadly.
"Then you play with it when you come over"
Misty leans forward to kiss her new friend on the cheek and with a smile and a wave bundles down the street.