Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You?

Chapter One

    Her first night back was long and draining. Trying to learn how to live again, to feel and want like everybody else. Misty's time in hell had been brief but it had felt eternal; eternal pain and suffering but now? She felt the warmth and love that radiated off the white walls that covered Miss Robichaux's. For Misty only some things brought her a certain sense of familiarity; one of them being the butterflies that danced around in her stomach each time she felt Cordelia's touch. Cordelia had been so thrilled of her return she had insisted on celebrating with the Coven and had presented Misty with a wonderful feast to make up for her time away. As she lay in her bed, Misty's mind replayed the events of the day. Coming back with Nan and being able to run into Cordelia's arms. To hold and be held by her made Misty feel as though she had gone from hell straight to heaven. It wasn't until Nan and Mallory had parted ways that the reality was able to set in.

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    Misty was back. Cordelia couldn't bring herself to try and hold back her tears as she saw the beautiful blonde enter into her life once again. Any form of control Cordelia had went out the window when it came to Misty. As she held her in her arms she felt a sense of peace wash over her body, as if she had been holding her breath since she had left and was now only able to exhale once more. Cordelia slowly went to pull out of their embrace, only being stopped by the gentle pull of Misty's hands cupping her face.

"Your eyes..." Misty trailed off as she found herself at a loss for words as she stared deeply into the eyes of the Supreme.

    Cordelia bit her lip as she smiled and gave Misty a nod. She loved looking into the beautiful blue eyes of the returned witch, they were so easy to get lost in.

"I thought you were dead, that I'd never see you again." Cordelia sobbed.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it? Gosh, I've really missed you." Misty chuckled lightly as she spoke.

"I'm so glad you're back."

"I feel like I was down there forever."

    Misty's hands had dropped from Cordelia's face and had begun to twirl her shawl nervously, her eyes unable to look up from the floor. Cordelia's hand stroked Misty's arm soothingly, her other played through her hair.

"How would you feel about dinner tonight? Celebrate your return with the rest of the girls." Cordelia suggested, the hope in her voice helping to brighten up Misty.

"I'd kind of like a shower first if ya don't mind Miss Cordelia."

"Of course, come with me."

    Cordelia grabbed Misty's hand as she led her up the grand staircase, guiding her to an empty room. The bed was neatly made, a few white pillows set on top as it's decor. There were a miscellaneous knick-knacks scattered throughout, most resting on the wooden pieces of furniture that were in the room.

"There's a bathroom through the door there. You go ahead and I'll grab you a fresh towel and a change of clothes." Cordelia said.

"Okay," Misty answered softly, "you'll come back though?"

"Of course."

Cordelia returned to the room to the sound of running water, Misty had left the door to the bathroom open a couple inches, her clothes lay scattered around on the floor. Cordelia folded them neatly and placed them on the bed before walking towards the bathroom, tapping on the door lightly. Misty popped her head out of the shower curtain as she heard the sound.

"It's just me." Cordelia spoke in a soothing voice as if knowing how fragile Misty was.

"Come in." Misty replied.