A/N Thank you so much for reviews, I'm super glad you guys enjoyed. I've gotta be honest the more I think about this story, the more I think it will be slow burn. So buckle up kids. I'm rewatching Coven because I really want to get the characterization right. I hope I am doing these two lovely ladies some justice. All mistakes are my own.

As Misty slowly returned to consciousness, the first thing she remembered was where she had fallen asleep and she was immediately mortified. She had cried herself to sleep in Cordelia's arms. It wasn't enough that she was such a bad witch that she had gotten herself trapped in hell, now the Supreme had also seen the lasting affect that being trapped in hell had had on her. As she felt her face redden in embarrassment she came to the realization that her head was resting on something that was definitely not a pillow. Nope, it was a lap. She was asleep with her head in Cordelia's lap. That wasn't even the worst part, the worst part was that when she thought about the fact that the older woman had stayed by her side the whole time she was asleep, those damn butterflies erupted in her stomach all over again. She didn't understand why being so close to the older blonde had this effect on her, but she knew it couldn't be a good thing. So she made a show of waking up, executing a pantomime stretch and sitting up with a yawn. However, as soon as she looked at Cordelia wearing her glasses, a book in her hand the butterflies increased tenfold.

"Good morning sleepy head." Cordelia said, cocking her head to the side and appearing to be examining the swamp witch. "You only slept for about eight hours, how are you feeling?"

Misty quickly did an internal assessment and found she was feeling much better, if not a little hungry, she then reported this straight back to the Supreme.

"I'm famished. It's only half past eight, we could probably still make breakfast?"

"I don't want to go downstairs." Misty replied without even thinking.

"Hmm?"

"Everyone stares at me because I'm the weird hippy from the swamp that was dumb enough to get herself trapped in hell and had to be rescued."

"Honey, you are neither dumb nor a hippy. You are you, and you are wonderful. The girls stare at you because they are young and they will gossip about anything. As soon as the next interesting thing happens they'll forget all about you and move on to that."

Misty nodded at Cordelia's words, but remained staring at her hands, unwilling to make eye contact with the woman.

"Misty Day, you are a brave, independent woman. You are not one to give a shit what everyone else thinks of you. Do you think Stevie Nicks would stay hidden up here in her bedroom? Or would she go downstairs and eat some breakfast?"

This elicited a burst of laughter from the swamp witch, who then stood up purposefully.

"Alright, let's go downstairs then."

Once they were downstairs and seated at the table with porridge and toast in front of them, Cordelia had to agree that they were in fact being stared at by all the girls in the room. In fact, girls had actually entered the kitchen just to see what was going on. Of course they were staring. The headmistress and Supreme was having breakfast with a witch who only three days ago had been trapped in hell. The Supreme had to suppress a laugh as she watched the younger woman defiantly stare back the girls as she pointedly brought a spoonful of porridge to her mouth. She couldn't help the massive smiled that stretched across her face at having Misty back in the coven. The thought of the swamp witch trapped in hell had literally tortured Cordelia. Everything had fallen into place, she was the Supreme, the girls were safe from Fiona, Hank was gone for good and they had finally expanded the coven. But the image of Misty trapped in her own personal hell would not leave her mind. And so with a little help and a lot of encouragement from Zoe and Queenie she had finally been able to bring her back to safety. Now all she had to do was help repair the scars that had obviously left behind. The fact that Misty was still defiantly staring at everyone in the room gave Cordelia hope that not too much damage had been done. Obviously the real Misty was still in there, and with a little coaxing the Supreme was sure she could get the younger blonde back to her old self in no time. She just had to figure out the best way to do it.

"So, how about we get out of the house for the day? Away from all these nosy girls?" She said the latter part of the sentence loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. All of a sudden, conversations struck up all around the room and girls started to leave the room in small groups.

"Whereabouts were you thinking?"

"I thought maybe we could head to the swamp? It might make you feel better to be around something so familiar. And plus a drive always helps me to clear my head."

"I wouldn't want to put you out Miss Cordelia."

"Misty, we've spoken about this, no miss please. And you wouldn't be putting me out, the trip would help me just as much as it would you."

"Well, if we're going on a road trip then snacks are definitely in order."

"Misty it's not even half an hour away."

"A road trip is a road trip, Cordelia. And every road trip calls for snacks."

A/N Please review, you guys give me motivation and direction to continue the story.