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At precisely 9PM, Amy entered the greenhouse and was greeted by the sight of Fiona placing a potted plant on the table. She was unsure if she should knock, but she needn't have worried. Fiona chose that moment to glance up and when she saw her standing inside the doorway, she beckoned her in.

"You are, if nothing else, punctual," Fiona said, with a hint of approval in her voice.

"Thanks."

"Does my daughter know you're here?"

Amy shook her head.

"No, why?"

"She doesn't approve of my methods. Thinks they're...unethical."

Gesturing to the plant in front of her, Fiona moved enough to give her room to stand at the table.

"Make it grow."

Amy stared at her.

"That's all? Nothing else to say?"

A smirk was her only answer.

Sensing that the conversation was over, Amy turned her attention to the plant in front of her. She focused all of her energy and when the leaves merely twitched, she frowned. She shook her head and tried again, but when it failed to produce the desired result, she let out a frustrated sigh.

"You're not trying."

Fiona's voice was low in her ear and she fought to stay still.

"I am," she insisted.

Golden hair swung into her view as Fiona shook her head.

"You're not. Try harder."

Amy tossed her hair over her shoulder and stared the plant down. The leaves moved a bit more than the last time, but still nowhere near life. The longer she looked at it, the angrier she became. Why wouldn't the stupid thing grow? Fiona would have no trouble, that much she was sure of.

"You're still not trying. You have to want it. Intent and desire mean everything. Surely Delia at least taught you that."

Amy glared at the Supreme and when she saw the arrogant smile on her face, she slammed her hand down on the table.

"I do want it! It just isn't working. And you're not helping! You're just making me nervous and making me mess up."

As her outburst came to an end, she couldn't help but notice that the older witch was still smiling. Amy frowned, more than a little confused. Why wasn't she angry?

"Amy. Look."

She glanced down at the plant and found it in full bloom. She wasn't sure if she had done that or if it had been Fiona, but she didn't think that it had been the Supreme.

"Why did it-?"

"Because you were angry. Magic is often fueled by emotions. You need to control them and then you can let your powers work without the need for such theatrics."

Amy sputtered, unable to articulate a response.

"Now. You said that I make you nervous. Why is that?"

"I-I don't know. I mean, you're the Supreme. You have a ton of power."

Fiona nodded her head, but still didn't look convinced. Again, Amy's attention was captured by Fiona's lips as she lifted a cigarette and set it alight. Seriously, did this woman ever stop smoking? She couldn't stop herself from moving closer to her and when Fiona placed a hand on her shoulder, she blinked hard.

"As long as you remember that, you'll be fine. I'm more dangerous than anything you could encounter out there in the world."

Amy nodded. She was hit with a sudden idea and focused her attention on Fiona. She hadn't really practiced Concilium in awhile, and she was curious to see how she would fare against her Supreme. All she had to do was decide on what she wanted Fiona to do. She thought of the most difficult thing she could think of and began.

Fiona, standing with her back turned, felt the probing of her mind and smiled to herself. So...this little witch bitch wanted to play...Fine. She would really give her something to think about. She could feel what the younger witch was trying to do, more importantly, what she was trying to get her to do, and smirked. She turned to face the younger witch and found her staring at her intently. Fiona leaned down close to her, lips nearly touching her ear and ran her fingers through the girl's long dark hair.

"You know," she whispered, smoke leaving her lungs as she spoke, "if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask."

She brushed her lips over the young witch's and when she pulled back, she seemed to glide out of the room, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder.

"It was a nice try," she said casually, "but it needs work."

Amy stumbled into her room, utterly humiliated and embarrassed. How could she have thought that going up against Fiona was a good idea? Now being against Fiona...that was another matter entirely.

"Come on, Amy! Really? You're not gay and you absolutely do not want Fiona," she muttered to herself.

"Yes, you do," Nan answered from the next room.

"Nan! Get out of my head!"

"Do you think I want to hear you?!"

Fair enough. It wasn't Nan's fault. Amy stood and knocked on the door frame of Nan's room. The younger girl looked up and smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi. Nan, can I ask you something? You can read anyone's mind, right?"

"Unless they're dead."

"Could you do it with Fiona's?"

Nan smiled and Amy took her hand. She wasn't sure where Fiona was, but she was making it her mission to find out. They stopped outside the Ancestor Room and Nan held out her hand. She pointed to the room, indicating Fiona's presence. Amy nodded and waited for Nan to speak.

"What is she thinking?" Amy whispered.

Nan was silent for a moment, trying to separate the Supreme's thoughts from all of the others in her head.

"She's impressed by whatever you tried to do tonight," Nan answered.

Fiona must have been drinking. Amy knew there was no other way that she would ever be impressed by her.

"She does think it's funny that you tried to make her kiss you. Wait...did you really do that?"

"Yes, she did."

Fiona's voice. Directly in front of them. Nan looked at Amy once before making a mad dash for her room. When Amy tried to move, Fiona's arm extended and blocked her way. She stared up into her brown eyes and fought the urge to look away. Finally, she had to blink, knowing that Fiona would never back down.

"Little girl, who do you think you are? You're getting careless," Fiona said dangerously, "That makes you a liability, you little witch bitch."

Amy was too shocked to be angry. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Fiona had seemed to be in a bad mood the entire day, with the one exception being their time in the greenhouse. Could she have maybe had something to do with that? She didn't know, but she hoped so.

"You need to go up to bed."

"What about you?" the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

Fiona smiled.

"I hardly think that would be appropriate. You are, after all, underage."

Amy blushed, knowing that Fiona had deliberately misunderstood her meaning.

"I—I didn't mean..."

"Yes, you did. Even though you might not know it yourself yet."

Fiona was getting closer to her, dangerously close, and Amy's breath caught in her throat. Fiona felt the sharp intake of breath and leaned down to whisper in her ear, her lips trailing along Amy's jawline.

"You want me in your bed so bad you can taste it. You don't want to admit it to yourself, but you know it's true."

As she had earlier, Fiona ran her fingers through the younger girl's hair and let her touch linger much longer than was necessary. Amy's eyes closed and when Fiona stepped back, she was intensely aware of the cold. Fiona began walking to the stairs and as she ascended them, Amy's couldn't look away. That walk screamed confidence and Amy wasn't sure she would ever master something like that. Out of the corner of her eye, something small and silver gleamed and drew her attention. Fiona's cigarette case! Maybe that would give her a reason to follow her.

Fiona laughed slightly as her bedroom door closed behind her. This was much too easy. This girl was practically falling over herself to be close to her and it was simply hilarious. Still. Fiona didn't like killing people. Not really. But she would do whatever it took to preserve her Supremacy. She briefly worried about the clairvoyant, but quickly changed her mind. That girl could easily be gotten rid of.

Cordelia would be a bit of a problem, but Fiona decided to burn that bridge when she came to it. A light knock on her door caused her to turn and smile. Amy, it seemed, had found the cigarette case that she had deliberately left on the table. When she opened the door, the girl in question was standing there nervously, turning the case over and over again in her hands.

"You left this downstairs."

"Are you going to hand it to me or keep smudging it with your fingerprints?" Fiona said with mock harshness.

Amy jumped and handed it to her, her eyes never leaving the floor. Fiona was mildly annoyed, but said nothing. When it became clear that Amy wasn't going to speak, Fiona took a breath and looked down.

"Are you going to stare at the floor all night? I am your Supreme and you will show me respect."

"I'm sorry, Fiona."

It was the first time she had ever addressed her by name directly, and she couldn't stop the blush that started as her name rolled off her tongue. Again, she found herself thinking about Fiona and what her tongue could do, and she shook her head.

"I expect to be obeyed when I give you an order. I believe I told you to go to bed."

Amy nodded, fighting the urge to ask her earlier question again. Fiona had never directly said no.

"Yes, Fiona."

Fiona smirked as her door closed again and she sat down on the bed. A part of her was tempted to follow the young girl just to torment her just a bit more. Ultimately, she decided against it and closed her eyes. Her headaches were becoming more frequent and painful, and she fought to see past the black spots in her eyes. She had to find out which one of these girls was the next Supreme and end this before it truly began.

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