Bananun FanFiction - Make You Pay

ImSeriousBro from asked: mary and lana are out and someone insults them for being together and they both get mad but mary goes a little too far.

Rated T. I hope you enjoy it!

"Just ignore him, Mary."

"Ignore him?" The blonde echoed, golden eyes blazing. "He's staring at you like Apollyon stares at a piece of meat."

"It happens, just let it go." Lana muttered back, moving down the shelves. "Speaking of the dog, did you get his appointment with the vet scheduled?"

"Yeah." Mary Eunice replied darkly, her eyes not leaving the man at the end of the aisle. "It's on Tuesday, I can swing by and drop him off before heading to Briarcliff. What do you mean by 'it happens'? Has this happened before?"

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "All the time." She turned towards the wall of shirts and continued shopping.

"All the-Jesus Christ Lana." The nun hissed, stepping closer. "Why haven't you mentioned it?"

"Because I thought you were going to take this unnecessarily far." Lana snapped. "Which you are."

"This is a big deal, little devil."

"This is why I hate taking you places." The reporter shook her head. "He's just a man who happens to be staring. It. Happens. Now stop it. Can you reach for that shirt there? I'm too short."

Mary Eunice didn't reply as she nudged Lana over to reach up for the garment she'd pointed at, but a scowl was set on her otherwise angelic face. The brunette kept right on shopping, asking the blonde her opinion and periodically throwing something into their cart, but the nun was far from responsive.

And she was quite sure the man was following them.

Now it'd gone too far. They were in the ladies' underwear section for god's sake. She glanced over at Lana (who was poring over some delicious black lace), and satisfied that she wasn't paying attention, marched to the man.

"How bizarre. I've never seen a man in the women's aisle before!" She grinned at him, unbridled rage shining in her golden eyes, her fingers digging into her palms, her composure otherwise relaxed. "Are you here for your wife? Do you need any help?" She cocked her head to the side.

"Ah, I'm not married."

Liar.

"No actually, I was wondering if your friend there-" He laughed nervously. "Isshe married? Or engaged? Or something?"

Mary Eunice was about to retort, but winced as she felt Lana come up behind her.

"Mary, what are you doing?" She asked innocently, glancing between the two. But it was far from innocence in her dark eyes as she stared at the blonde, waiting for an appropriate answer.

"I'm Rick." The man extended his hand out, and Lana took it, shaking it firmly. "Your lady friend was just asking if I needed help. And I don't, not really." He paused. "Would you be interested in dinner? Later this week, perhaps?"

"I'll have to say no, unfortunately." Lana smiled easily.

He frowned at her. "No? You're saying no to me?" He scoffed. "I'm giving you a chance here."

"I'm sorry, maybe you didn't hear. She's not interested. And she's already taken." Mary Eunice snapped.

"Mary."

The blonde didn't reply, her eyes for Rick only, and she snaked her arm around Lana, pulling her in. She felt the brunette stiffen against her, but didn't hear an objection. Hate and pride and lust rolled off the reporter in waves.

His face fell. "Oh." He shifted his weight as he grimaced. "You two are lezzies." Lana closed her eyes, her fingers tightening around the blonde's wrist, the one resting territorialy on her hip.

"That's right." Mary Eunice snapped, almost proudly.

"You're sick, you know that? That's what people say about girls like you." He took a step back. "You two should be locked up."

"Is that what you think?" The blonde asked. "Maybe I should let the Mother Superior know." She opened her golden eyes wide. "Oh wait. That'd be me."

Lana glanced at her sideways, panic settling deep in her bones. "Mary."

"And you know what? Mother Superior thinks you're an asshole." The sister stepped into the man's personal space, looking up at him. "For staring at her like she's some kind of prey and for thinking it's okay to judge someone's personal life." She cocked her head to the side. "What would your wife think? Should we call her? There's a phone somewhere in the store."

"I'm truly sorry about this." Lana intervened, tugging the blonde back. She grimaced at Rick apologetically, but he only scowled back at the reporter.

"I should report you two."

"You should. You should report us." Mary Eunice spat. "Let's see what fucking happens." She pulled against Lana, trying to wriggle out of her grasp.

"I don't think a bunch of lezzies can do much, especially when the church finds out what you really are. What kind of sister are you?" He snapped back. Lana's hold on Mary Eunice faltered temporarily (voluntarily? the nun mused) and the blonde wrenched out of her embrace.

"I am the church."

She pushed his chest and he went flying, from the force in her rage and from the magic in her bones and deep in her veins. There was a loud crash as he landed back against the shelves and fell to the floor, his eyes wide.

She straddled him and slapped him once. "Listen here, Rick." She flicked the side of his jaw, making him look up at her. Behind her, Lana keened for her to stop, but she ignored the brunette. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I swear to all that is unholy, to all the demons of hell and to all your nightmares, that if you ever look at a woman the way you just did-?" She looked deep into his eyes, her golden ones blazing. "I will make you pay. I will find you, and I will make. You. Pay."

He nodded, fear instilled in his fingertips.

Lana managed to pull Mary Eunice off of Rick and he finally scrambled to his feet. He cast one last look at the women and practically ran out of the aisle.

"Are you insane?" Lana yelled out, grabbing at the front of Mary Eunice's shirt. "He's going to tell everyone! You're going to lose your job and I'm going to lose my job! He could have fought back, you idiot!" Her voice broke. "He could have fought back."

"But he didn't." The blonde breathed. "You okay?"

"He didn't touch me. He didn't even come near me."

"You know what I mean."

Lana shook her head, tears welling at the corner of her eyes. Oblivious to the world around them, she burrowed into Mary Eunice's neck, her lithe arms wrapping tightly around her waist. She felt the blonde's strong arms circle her back, and she finally broke down.

"I'm sorry." Mary Eunice whispered into her ear. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have taken it this far. I saw red." She nudged Lana's face up so she could look into her dark eyes. "You're mine, do you understand that? And I'll always protect you." She added softly.

Lana sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Take me home."

"You got it."