[for Bianca: Misty/Zoe, set sometime in the not too distant future]

Zoe stood quietly at the door for a moment, pausing at the threshold of Misty's home in the swamp as she always did. It never felt right to just barge in unprepared. Zoe always needed just a little time to collect herself.

The opening notes of a once unknown but now familiar song drifted out onto the porch and Zoe smiled, knocking lightly on the door as she pushed the door open and peered inside. Her smile grew.

Misty was dancing in the middle of her recently redecorated home, black shawl wrapped around her body as she spun around in time to the sound of Stevie Nicks's voice.

Zoe said nothing, just stood in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame and grinning. She never had to say anything, Misty always just seemed to know, seemed to sense her presence somehow. Misty stopped mid-spin and her face lit up when she spotted Zoe. She sent Zoe the sweetest smile that Zoe had ever seen in her entire life. Misty was like that, fiery and willful, capable of great power, the kind that could get your blood flowing and your cheeks burning with just a single look. But Misty was also just as capable of great goodness, of taking care of the wronged and the broken things in the swamp, healing them with her smile and a bit of magic. Zoe was pretty sure that smile could have calmed even the wildest of swamp beasts, if only by virtue of the fact that it belonged to Misty Day.

"Zoe," Misty greeted her happily, turning Stevie down just a fraction. She met Zoe at the door and pulled her inside, an arm wrapped around Zoe's shoulder, a hand pressing lightly against the space between her shoulder blades. "What are you doing here? You haven't brought me another dead body, have you? I don't know if there's enough mud left in the swamp after last time."

Zoe chuckled and shook her head. "No, no bodies. Just me this time," she said, letting Misty lead her inside. Misty could have led her anywhere.

Misty was humming along to the song playing from the speaker attached to the iPod Zoe had given her, almost in a daze.

"I told you that I'd come back," Zoe added.

Misty nodded, her hand gliding effortlessly down Zoe's back. "So you did."

"I came back for you, I -" she stuttered. The room grew warm and Misty stopped humming and stared at her intently. Zoe took a deep breath, feeling foolish. She didn't have to be that girl anymore. Too much had happened, between her and Misty, between them and the coven. It was over now and the dust had settled. So why did it feel like Zoe was starting over, here in this shack out in the middle of nowhere?

She started again. "This was the song that was playing the first time I came here." Misty nodded and perhaps sensing some of her nervousness, rubbed her hand over Zoe's lower back, her pinky finger slipping up underneath the bottom hem of Zoe's shirt.

"You, uh, you asked me if it 'penetrated my soul', you remember? If it 'told me the truth about everything I've ever felt'?"

Misty hummed an affirmation and continued to rub her back. Zoe twisted slightly, pulling away but managing to catch Misty's hand in hers. "That's distracting," she explained. Misty grinned at her.

"I didn't really understand what you meant then, even though I said I did," Zoe said honestly. "I get it now, Misty. I finally got the truth about Rhiannon."

"And what is the truth, Zoe?" Misty drawled.

"You're my Rhiannon," she said and then immediately rolled her eyes. "Oh, man. That was super cheesy and lame. It sounded way better in my head, I swear. It's just, like, the lyrics are, you know, about love and stuff."

Zoe felt like she was digging herself a grave with every word she spoke until Misty kissed her, kicking dirt back into her metaphorical tomb with every brush of her lips.