Incognitus / Cordelia Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Are you not straight?

*Cordelia POV*

"What the hell Delia?" Fiona announces as I'm transported back to the coven's kitchen, appearing right next to her, which makes her gasp in surprise, "I thought you always preached that we are not supposed to use our powers outside of this hell hole..." She adds sarcastically, leaving me surprised at the fact she seems to be finishing cleaning the dishes I was doing earlier when she interrupted me. Is that a mirage though? My mom doing chores?

"Shut up, Fiona..." I answer in disbelief, trying to ignore the bratiness, and calming down my heartbeat rate. Could it have been a witch hunter at the supermarket? I hate to be so damn worried all the time...

"Why? Am I not allowed to make an observation? Or do the house rules not apply to you?" she keeps pressuring me sneeringly, and I finally lose my cool.

"I swear to God Fiona, if you don't shut that despicable little mouth of yours, I'm gonna send you back to the ground, where I should have never taken you away from in the first place..." I could still feel the dryness that installed in my mouth, out of pure fear of being caught, watching her hurt reaction to my words, I can't help but explain, "I think I was being followed..." I whisper, trying to make sense of the situation, "that's the only reason why I did it."

"Followed?? You were being followed? Where?" Fiona asks with a shocked worried face, her maternal protective instinct kicking in, for both of our surprise.

"I'm not sure... there was an energy that I couldn't get rid of, that seemed to pursue me wherever I went at the supermarket." I'm in the middle of explaining when I get interrupted.

"Ms. Goode?" a weak and unsure voice sounds from behind me. Turning around I find Kayla, the poor 13-year-old who had envisioned my daydream at the dinner table, staring at her fiddling fingers.

"Yes, honey?" I say sweetly, giving her the sense she can interrupt Fiona and mine conversation. "You can call me Cordelia... Ms. Goode is very formal, we don't need that..." I say trying to make her feel more at ease.

"Since when do you use the Goode? Instead of the Fox?" Fiona mumbles while Kayla approaches us and I give her a frustrated look. I've been divorced for over two years and my own mother doesn't even know... "Not that I'm complaining... I never liked that you married that failure of a man..."

"Well then you'll be glad to know, I've divorced him..." I whisper back watching her eyes widen in pure surprise, and walk away to engage in a more private conversation with Kayla, who seemed rather nervous.

"I was wondering if we could have a talk? Maybe in your office?" Kayla suggests shyly.

"For sure, darling...." I say smiling, lifting her chin with my hand to make eye contact and reassure her, "follow me..."

Arriving at the office I invite her to sit in one of the chairs and she does. I take a seat opposite of her on my comfortable office chair. I nod at her, giving her the sign to start talking. She looks at her lap and clears her throat before she gains the courage to start.

"About lunch..." Kayla blushes, "what happened with the..." she swallows hard trying to find the words.

"Your visions?" I try to help and she nods, "Did it happen again? Is that why you're nervous?"

She shakes her head and proceeds to explain, "The content..." That moment I freak out internally. Did she see me in the booth? Was I in her visions? I mean they were my constructed reality, is it possible I was in it too? "The girls, they seemed to think... you know... that hmm...." She stutters.

"Kayla, whatever it is, you're safe here..." I say extending my hand for her to hold. "Whatever you want to tell me, just give it to me straight..."

"Well..." she chuckles.. "That may be a problem..." she adds and I frown, not understanding, "I'm not straight..." she whispers, breaking eye contact. I smile tenderly at her, finally getting the hint she was giving me.