Title: The Encounter
Pairing: Diana Mead & Faye Chamberlain
TV Show: The Secret Circle
Description: Diana’s mind raced, as she sped down the coiled roads. She didn’t know who to turn to: she clearly couldn’t confide in Adam anymore, and Cassie, someone who proved time and again that she could be relied on was the last person she wanted to talk to. Her emotions were running wild and she couldn’t bring herself to go home, to an empty house and a dad who just wouldn’t understand. She had no other choice… she knew where she wanted to go.
Length: 2,000+ words.
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A loud thud on the thick oak door woke up Diana, as she fumbled to sit up in bed, she met an unfamiliar setting. She scanned the room only to find that the bed she had just woken up in was not her own, but Faye’s. In her plum colored bra and matching underwear, Diana clutched the sheets to her body in astonishment. Why was she practically naked? What was she doing in, of all peoples, Faye’s bed? The bang at the door became thunderous and a voice on the other end spoke sternly.
“Faye! Faye! Get up, it’s almost time for school,” screeched the woman.
The voice on the other side of the door was Mrs. Chamberlain, scrambling in fear Diana shook her friend again.
“Ten more minutes…” yelled Faye.
Diana nudged Faye with her elbow, this time, more forceful. The voice on the other side of the door grew more prominent, spewing words Diana couldn’t process at that particular moment.
Diana shrieked, “Wake up now!”
Her hair was even more disheveled than before she had begun shaking Faye. Finally, Faye rubbed her eyes, sat up in her bed, and glared at Diana.
“God Diana, what is your childhood trauma?”
“Oh my god, we had sex last night!” Diana was frantic. Both of the girls panned the room, their clothes from last night remained on the floor in a trail to the bed.
Faye’s eyes widened, “Keep it down genius.”
_ _ _
It was a chilly January night in the town of Chance Harbor. The sun was setting and darkness began to gulp up the streets. The pier lights flickered on, along with the street lamps, and the boathouse. Diana came out of the restaurant looking for Adam, she had found something new in her Book of Shadows and out of habit assumed her ex-lover would be psyched to hear about the discovery. She looked around the pier, only to find Cassie and Adam holding hands at the edge of the dock by the water. Diana looked away then looked back. She knew she shouldn’t be jealous. Adam and her had been over for quite some time. But still, the stinging didn’t want to leave her. The two seemed to be having an all too deep conversation and Diana wanted so badly to confront her ex and her best friend. She thought for a moment and fumbled to make her way to where Cassie and Adam stood. It pissed her off even more that they were so involved with each other that they didn’t even notice her heels clanking on the dock as she approached. She stopped half way, and the skies roared. At first a few drops, then a steady drizzle. The clouds, now a dark gray opened up and water poured from them. Overwhelmed with resentment Diana quickly spun around and ran to her car. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity, hurt. She had no reason to be jealous. Too many times Adam’s dad reminded her of Cassie and Adam’s future being written in the stars but it didn’t make it any easier to actually see. Tears trickled past her cheeks as she revved the engine and drove off.
Diana’s mind raced, as she sped down the coiled roads. She didn’t know who to turn to: she clearly couldn’t confide in Adam anymore, and Cassie, someone who proved time and again that she could be relied on was the last person she wanted to talk to. Her emotions were running wild and she couldn’t bring herself to go home, to an empty house and a dad who just wouldn’t understand. She had no other choice… she knew where she wanted to go.
She parked the car, got out, and walked to the front door. The rain hadn’t let up the whole way over, and Diana was drenched. She lifted her hand and banged three times. Not long after, the door flung open, and there stood Faye.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, Miss Meade,” Faye beamed sarcastically. “Come to yell at me some more?”
Diana sobbed silently as she peered at the dirty blue floorboards of Faye’s porch.
“Come on Diana, I don’t have time for this. What do you want?” she tried to hold her firm attitude but Diana just continued to sob and make minimal eye contact.
Faye realized something wasn’t right, normally Diana’s visits consisted of empty threats and leadership tangents, but this one was different. Diana hadn’t scolded Faye for her attempts to gain independent magic back, and this concerned her.
Faye put her hand under Diana’s chin, lifting it up just enough for her to see her face. Diana was soaked from head to toe, her face sopping with water. Faye couldn’t tell which were tears and which was rain, but she knew her estranged friend had been crying for quite some time. Faye dropped the evil grin she normally wore, and invited Diana in.
Once they arrived at Faye’s bedroom, the two stood there, not entirely sure what to say.
“What happened,” questioned Faye.
“I-I..” Diana couldn’t seem to form a sentence in between her blubbering.
“You knocked up or something?” giggled Faye.
“No! I shouldn’t have come here.” Diana stopped crying and turned to leave the room.
“Wait,” shouted Faye. “I’ll play nice. Now tell me… what’s the matter.”
Diana took a few steps back and faced Faye. She explained to her about what she had seen earlier and expressed how she wished she could redo the past three years. If Diana knew what she had known now she never would have put herself in this situation. If she were never romantic with Adam, she wouldn’t feel as crappy as she did now. Diana continued to ramble to Faye, who surprisingly acted interested.
Faye, being the vengeful minx that she is, suggested to Diana that they do a spell together, to rid Diana’s mind of both Adam and Cassie. Diana was apprehensive.
“We can’t just do a spell, it’s not ethical Faye.”
“Stop being such a stick in the mud, Diana. You came to me… and I think this is just what you need.”
An almost relieved smile appeared across Diana’s face. It’s not like I’m doing a spell on someone else, she thought to herself. This is my body, my choice, and if I choose to erase a few people from my life… no one can blame me.
“Fine.” Said Diana.
Faye looked shocked for a moment, and then that evil smirk reappeared.
“First things first, you need to get out of those wet clothes, you’re starting to smell like dog.” Laughed Faye.
“Charming…” replied Diana.
Faye shuffled to the closet and handed Diana a Buffy The Vampire Slayer t-shirt, and sweat pants that read “juicy” on the ass. Diana found it hilarious, and ironic that Faye had a supernatural shirt and comfy girly pants in the same pairing. Without hesitation Diana stripped and put the dry clothes on. Faye hadn’t noticed, since she was eagerly gathering the materials for the memory spell.
“Are you sure we should do this?”
“Everyone always walks all over you Diana, your boyfriend of three years is playing house with dark Willow Barbie and you’re worried about a little memory spell. Grow a pair.”
Diana thought about what Faye had just said, everything was true and she couldn’t blame her for being blunt.
“You’re right, let’s do it.” Diana smiled.
Faye motioned to Diana to come sit on the floor on the areal rug by her bed, Diana followed suit and plopped down, Indian style across from Faye. Faye began to place the crystals beside Diana, and lit candles around the two. Faye instructed Diana to think of the people she wanted to forget and to feel the feelings she didn’t want to feel anymore. Diana focused, inhaling and exhaling, still a tad bit apprehensive but determined to follow through. As Faye started to mumble some mumbo jumbo about forgetting records and freedom, an overwhelming feeling washed over Diana’s entire body. Out of fear, she reached for Faye’s hand. Before she knew it, Diana’s palms were in Faye’s.
Diana’s eyes were still closed; Faye stopped the “incantation” and just looked at her friend, like really looked. The way Faye’s clothes fell on Diana’s body intrigued her. How could someone still look so beautiful in scrubs like those? A million things were running through Faye’s mind, why was she thinking about how hot Diana looked? Diana’s dark brown hair was wavy now from the aftermath of the rain, and her skin still appeared like silk.
“What the hell,” Faye mumbled and she leaned in to kiss Diana.
Faye’s lips lingered then she pressed them firmly against Diana’s. Diana’s eyes sprung open and she rushed to her feet.
“What are you doing?” Diana demanded.
“Chill out, it was just a kiss.” Exclaimed Faye.
“Chill out? Chill… out!? Diana was scrambling for her clothes… clothes that had made a puddle on Faye’s floor, and were clearly nowhere near dry.
Without hesitation Faye springs to her feet and grabs Diana by the wrist before she can make her way to the doorknob.
Diana turned around and just stared at Faye, “Excuse me?”
Faye’s grip on Diana loosened a bit, but she still held her enough so she couldn’t bolt.
“I said don’t go,” Faye cleared her throat. “You know, you’re this goody-goody leader of a group of witches—”
Diana interjected, “Yeah—so…”
“Let… me… finish,” said Faye as she clenched her teeth, trying extremely hard not to be the complete and total bitch that she normally is. “You’re this goody-goody leader of a group of witches, your boyfriend who you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with is hooking up with your new best friend and you’re hurt and needed comfort.”
“So by comforting me, you think, ‘oh hey, let’s make out?’ What happened to eating a gallon of rocky road ice cream and watching The Notebook?”
“Diana, this wasn’t my intention… I swear. But, just now I felt connected to you and I don’t know what came over me. You probably think I’m crazy.”
By this time Faye had let go of Diana’s wrist and the girls stood facing each other.
Diana wavered… “I don’t think you’re crazy, I just don’t know what to say.” Diana was now staring into Faye’s honey glazed eyes. “Oh my god, do you think the spell backfired on us!?”
Faye didn’t make a sound, rolled her eyes and glared at the floor.
She looked up at Diana, “Okay, don’t be pissed… but.”
“Well, you see… the spell couldn’t have backfired,” Faye reassured her.
“What do you mean, Faye,” Diana looked confused and agitated.
“It couldn’t have backfired, because I wasn’t chanting a spell, I was singing the lyrics to Keith Urban’s ‘You’ll Think of Me.’” She smiled.
For a moment Diana had that look in her eye, the look that Faye was all too familiar with, the ‘I’m going to yell at you’ look. But, Diana didn’t yell… in fact, within twenty seconds Diana burst into laughter. She smacked Faye on the shoulder and hugged her.
“I was just trying to make you feel better,” whispered Faye.
After embracing her friend, Diana was still, Faye’s face looked confused, but they remained silent. Diana took a deep breath and moved in closer to Faye. She had never done this before, but ever since Faye had invited her in that night she had seen something in her fellow circle member that she had never seen before: compassion, and she liked this side of her. Diana inhaled deeply and took another step closer to Faye.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s my turn,” said Diana as she leaned in for a kiss.
This time their lips didn’t awkwardly press against each other’s in a firm manner, but rather in a soft and sensual way. After a few seconds the girls untangled their mouths and gazed into one another’s eyes. Without hesitation they continued to exchange supple kisses as Faye guided them to her bed.