[Cordelia/Misty; Cordelia seeks comfort where there is none to be found]

Set at the end of episode 11.


There was little left to the greenhouse by the time Cordelia was done. She assessed the damage and Myrtle said nothing, gently swaying side-to-side and moving her hands over the theremin. She fills the room with sound that means nothing, offering no hollow words of comfort to Cordelia.

So Cordelia left, stepping across the broken glass on the floor. The bits and pieces meant nothing to her, they were the shattered remnants of all of her failed attempts to prove that she could be as good a witch as any But in the end, her concoctions had done nothing for her. There was no potion to take away her worthlessness, no salve to soothe her bruised and battered ego.

As she stepped over the threshold, a memory came to her. Misty standing behind her as they left the greenhouse, a hand on her back. "I meant it, ya know? I think you're a real good teacher, Miss Cordelia."

"Just Cordelia, Misty," she said, shooting Misty a grin. "Or would you rather I call you Miss Day?"

"No, I'm just Misty," the other woman replied, squeezing Cordelia's fingers with her free hand. She blushed and something unexpected flipped inside Cordelia's stomach. She felt foolish, like a teenager instead of a grown woman.

Cordelia shook her head, shaking the memory from her mind. They had done magic in this place, the two of them. They had connected and Cordelia felt like she had found a purpose in that greenhouse with Misty. It had been the first time since going blind that Cordelia had started to believe that things were going to be okay.

She entered the house through the kitchen and made her way upstairs, stepping lightly towards the bedrooms and wiping tears of frustration from her cheeks.

Cordelia found the room Misty had been staying in immediately. She didn't know why exactly. All she knew in that moment was that she had disappointed the Coven, disappointed herself most of all, but there was still someone who could look at her and see her value, see that she meant something. Misty looked at Cordelia like she put the stars in the sky herself, like she had hung each individual star up with some ancient magic that Misty couldn't understand.

The room was empty. Misty wasn't there. It was probably for the best, she decided, as Cordelia would only disappoint Misty too.