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blacksapphhicmaddonna · 2 years ago

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13 minutes in hell (short series. pt 1???)

Summary: The goth and the bee get dragged to a party by their respective roommates/friends (a term Wednesday is not ready to use, yet) and find themselves locked in a closet. Like, a literal closet.

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NOT CANON COMPLIANT AT ALL.

Content Warnings: mentions of or depictions of alcohol/drinking, swords/knives, fighting/dueling, arson, threats, and possession. There's lots of closeted gay things happening here, also. Super long fic. Lots of tension, lots of angst.

Word Count: 13, 774

Please spare me for any grammar or syntax errors or oddities. I wrote this at 4/5 am in a fit of gay yearning. I hope you enjoy. More notes at the end.

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"Barclay."

"Addams".

The two nodded at each other as they passed by, on the tails of their "friends" (a term the Addams had not yet resigned to fully) making their greetings as they joined the party. Only those who stayed over the short break were there, which was more than expected given the events that took place just a few weeks ago. The two eyed each other for a moment before they were dragged into other greetings and such. The two hadn't spoken in weeks.

Wednesday was raised to respect those worth respecting or at least not disrespecting those who hadn't earned it, but more recently had secretly been working on "reading the room" as Enid, and many other students in Wednesday's social atmosphere had put it many times before. Bianca knew how to conduct herself in nearly any setting to garner the most appropriate and prosperous result.

The pair had recently found a new, mutual respect for each other -that neither would admit had already existed prior to the whole killing an undead pilgrim together thing. While they had a fairly solid banter and distaste for the other, they both knew that either one or likely both wouldn't have made it through the night if not for the other. They had worked together before, sharing a common goal in protecting the other outcasts at the school. The thing is that neither of them did this, thing, themselves, or with a group, they did it together - yet another thing neither wanted to fully accept. Not that they had been allied to each other, as both knew how to join forces for a cause greater than themselves well. It was more so that they had done anything together, with little to no discussion or taunting during or after the event. They had both fought, hard, for the other. Without a single doubt or question. It wasn't a hard decision for either of them, in fact it was almost like they didn't even get the chance to choose. It just sort of happened. Not that they would admit it, but neither wanted to see the other one die or be harmed in such a way. Not by an old white man, and not really at all. Maybe in fencing or on the quad when it came to words or clashing of their personalities or powers - but no one else could be allowed hurt the other one. Neither could bare it, not that they really knew that yet.

Wednesday stood behind Enid and Ajax, starring blankly at the wall in the distance, looking through but not at anyone. She kept her hands by her side as always, standing exactly straight.

Bianca found herself in-between her friends, keeping the tempo of conversation flowing as everyone laughed and expressed their excitement for the gathering.

Yoko prodded Bianca in her side with her long nail, fitting neatly in-between her ribs with a playful jolt (Bianca was sure she had practice knowing where everything was in the human anatomy being that she was literally a vampire, and she was pre-med focused, so she was sure to complain later when they made it back to their dorms).

"This one's a cold blooded killer, isn't that right B'?" Yoko laughs with a toothy smile.

"Not sure why you ever doubted it, sucka'." She laughs, as she's supposed to.

If she's being honest, she didn't really want to have been a part of that night. She found herself replaying it over and over in bed lately, finding it hard to rest. She was tired of being that, although she couldn't fully bring herself to regret it. There's really never a wrong time to get rid of a colonizer, she thought to herself quietly. But, beyond that, she avoided wondering if maybe there was another reason she was so prepared to reactivate the parts of her she had forced dormant that night. The killing parts of her. She hadn't used her siren song or her real combat power in such a long time. Sure, she fenced for school but that was more of an outlet for her mental health and a good grade, plus she always kept it PG because no one was a real challenge anyway. No one except -

"-Wednesday, too!" Exclaimed Enid, much to the Raven's dismay.

"Wednesday and Bianca were the perfect team! The fencing tournaments should be an even easier win this year at this rate!" the colorful wolf girl continued to exclaim, now to Bianca's disdain as well.

Wednesday and Bianca made eye contact, the pale girl averting her eyes to the side quickly - almost robotically, arms still at her sides.

Bianca felt similar, but she also felt something rise within her. Something she hadn't felt in a while.

"Agreed. Who knows what would've happened if I wasn't there?"

She said slyly, with a smirk that made the translucent hairs on the back of the Raven's neck stand at attention.

"I would've had no one there to see me kill the bastard myself." Wednesday replied, face straight as a nail but her eyes excited. A look Bianca knew well.

They had missed taunting each other, greatly.

"Well there you have it, finally we're back to normal! Let's toast to the continual death of colonizers and our saviors finally being mean again." Divina toasts with a laugh.

The other's laugh and continue their conversations. Finally everyone finds their way into the venue, a few folks mixing the punch and some closing the big wood doors.

The night carries along as the punch bowl empties and refills itself.

Enid and Ajax drag Wednesday around and she lets them. She needed to get out of her dorm, and would tolerate this setting if it meant she wasn't being hounded by her parent's all night on the crystal ball, which granted, she did prefer to using the phone Xavier had given her - which she still hadn't told her parents about. They had been extra loving lately, making Wednesday sick. They had facetimed more this week than the entire semester.

"It refills itself!" Enid declares happily, having another cup.

"Must be a charm from the witches, I'm sure this isn't what Professor Sòsyè intends when she teaches spell and potions" Ajax laughs, a bit sloppy as he scoops another glass of jungle juice for himself and offers one to Wednesday, adding an extra bat gummy into it for her with a genuine smile.

"I'm sure she's no stranger, she's one of the better teachers here for a reason. I'm sure Weems is shape shifting in her bed about the thought, though." She resigns as she takes it and gulps it quickly to the pairs surprise. They choose not to question it, happy that she's humoring them at all. They watch as she gets two more cups, one in each hand.

Wednesday had been different since the event, in small, nearly unnoticeable ways to the untrained eye. Her roommate, of course, noticing purely out of nosiness (at least that's what Wednesday chooses to believe, unaccepting that someone might actually know and care for her). She had been making great efforts to remain in control, but her visions had been null and her sleep disturbed. She had been a bit on edge, according to her padre who had cried nearly every call, which Wednesday had shut down more than once. She was a bit more rough with his emotions than normal, Enid's too probably. She denied all allegations, even though she did feel a bit bad. That's why she always answered the calls, and why she was even at the party tonight.

She looked over her cup as she finished it, noticing the Siren sitting on the edge of a chair talking with Xavier and Yoko. She laughed, and the Raven girl wondered if she meant it. She stared as Xavier touched the siren's hand. It sent a hot surge of something up her chest. She nearly choked, recovering before the bubbly pair next to her noticed. Must be the alcohol, since it was no different than when Yoko and Divina touch her. Plus, she doesn't even care. She doesn't even like the Siren, so it had to be the jungle juice.

At the same time, Bianca looks up and scans the room. Landing her eyes in Wednesday's, who doesn't look away as fast as she normally would. Bianca swiftly pulls her hand away from Xavier and stands up, breaking the contact before Wednesday could. Normally this would probably be awkward but since everyone around her was drunk or close to it, no one seemed to care. She was thankful for that, she didn't want to deal with yet another one of Xavier's long winded speeches about how he misses her and wants them to get back together.

As she made her way over to the jungle juice, she internally questioned why she reacted that way when she locked eyes with the goth. Why she was even going to get punch, knowing she could drink as much as she wanted and wouldn't get drunk unless she wanted to - which rarely happened. She hadn't decided to be even tipsy since the Rave'N dance, just before she spoke to Wednesday in the hall. A conversation they had both replayed in their head multiple times, cringing at the vulnerability they both showed. Both making mental notes not to let that happen again any time soon.

As she approached, she refocused her mind and noticed Wednesday had disappeared with no trace, per usual.

"Hey guys." She smiled to Enid and Ajax, trying to not scan the room.

"Bianca! You look sooo hot tonight queen!" Enid exclaimed joyfully, sincerely.

"Hey B. How you feelin' tonight? She's had a few cups haha." Ajax asked, laughing at Enid while rubbing her back.

"No worries, I appreciate it Wolfy. You look cute too."

"See?! Told you the tutu was a good choice!" Enid cheers.

"Where's the demon one? Wasn't she with ya'll?" Bianca asks with half a laugh.

"Huh? Oh- Oh my god, I can't stand her!" Enid shouts as she looks behind her where her roommate just was.

"She always ditches me! I told her not to leave without saying bye!" She whines.

"I think she went to the bathroom, B." The gorgon points as he consoles the now crying Enid.

Bianca nods at him, slightly lifting her glass as she walks towards the bathroom. She hears the Wolfling whimpering in the background.

"I just don't get why she always-"

She smiles to herself, knowing the goth is still somewhere. She would've left Ajax instructions for Enid if she was planning on leaving for good. One of the more human qualities she possessed, even if she pretended she didn't.

Just as the Siren began to realize she had been smiling the whole time, she was interrupted.

"Strange, how you smile like that." The goth girl sat on the bench, braiding her hair on her right side in swift yet perfect rhythm, eyes closed. It was soothing to her after all the social energy being expelled around her.

"Creepy, how you exist like that." The Siren shot back with ease. Despite her scorning herself for being caught smiling about finding the girl. She still wasn't sure why she was even looking for her.

Wednesday opens her eyes to glare at the siren, who was now admiring herself in the mirror. For a moment, Wednesday was admiring too.

"A picture lasts longer." The siren said as she glanced back at Wednesday in the mirror before applying a thick layer of clear gloss. The sparkles in it looked iridescent in the flickering fluorescent lights of the old bathroom. They both broke the gaze in unison.

"Why are you here, Song Bird?"

"I could ask you the same thing, demon."

Wednesday smirked.

"You're too kind, Siren. Why were you looking for me? I thought we were still avoiding each other at all costs." The Addams said, feeling the heat in her chest from her third glass of punch. Could blame it on the liquor, but both of them knew that Wednesday was just like that.

"Don't flatter yourself, Addams. I had to pee." She said, avoiding the question once more, half to irritate the goth as much as possible - half because she couldn't answer it.

Wednesday gestured towards the empty stall.

"Then go."

The siren scoffed. Suddenly forgetting how she could ever smile in pursuit of the loathsome girl before her, if not on her way to inflict some sort of torture or pain.

"Would you mind?" She said, shaking her head with an insistence.

"Is the Queen Bee shy? How comical." The paler of the two smirked as she stood in one movement. Gliding across the room to the door and opening it gracefully.

"Don't drown." She said, as she exited.

The siren looked back in the mirror and adjusted herself again. She fixed the slight smear of her eye shadow from when she hugged Kent and Divina, and fluffed her full lashes. She was gorgeous. As always. But frazzled nonetheless.

She sat on the bench and placed her hand where Wednesday's had been, palm covering the coolness she left behind in her tracks. She sat for a moment, then shook her head.

Maybe she could let herself feel it, just a bit. For fun. After all, she was a hero. After all, she was just a teenager and that's all she wanted to be. She deserved one regular night to just get drunk with her friends.

The siren took a breath and let the alcohol in her system find its way around, and she relaxed.

___

Wednesday slid out the door and turned the corner. She slammed her back against the cool brick and closed her eyes trying to calm her heightened heart beat. Must be the alcohol.

Or maybe it was the way Bi-

No. It's the liquor. She was an Addams after all, specifically her father's child. She had certain... Sensitivities. Ones that produced intense feelings and experiences. While Wednesday was immune or at least able to fight off most poisons, alcohol had a stronger affect on her than most people.

It made her feel different. That must be the reason, she thought to herself in a convincing tone as she began finishing her braid.

After a few minutes of braiding and rebraiding her hair in an attempt to ground herself, she began walking back into the party. She figured she'd better return before Bianca, and she'd better get there before the wolf noticed her absence.

She turned the corner and heard an all too familiar squeaking voice call to her.

"There you are!" Enid came running, capturing her in a hug before remembering the conversation they had about boundaries.

"So-Sorry, sorry Roomie!" She hiccuped with a smile, sounding like a child but ever endearing.

Wednesday shook it off, literally, before looking at her blankly - which for her, was soft.

"Where have you been!?" Enid exclaimed once she remember the other thing she was supposed to not forget.

"I was looking all over for you! You can't just disappear like that, we talked about it! You said you would come with me and then you just dipped off without even a -"

"I did accompany you, and I didn't leave. You looked everywhere but the bathroom."

Enid pouted her lips and stopped talking, still hiccuping.

"How long did it take you to notice I was gone, anyway? I was betting on at least 15 minutes, the way you were necking with the gorgon."

"Oh hush! We weren't 'necking' Wednesday, whatever that means. We were... hanging out. Doing what full fledged couples do, isn't that right babe? Babe?" Enid asks as she turns around, looking for Ajax who was on the other side of her now, laughing.

"You're so funny when you're drunk, babe." He chuckled out.

"It took her about 2 minutes, but only because Bianca came over asking for you. I would've given her 20 if she hadn't."

This made Wednesday release a short breath, which some would consider a laugh if they were paying attention. Of course, Barclay always found her way into her business, she thought. But at least it confirmed her suspicions that the girl was indeed looking for her.

"Interesting. Thank you for keeping a look out for me, Petro."

"I mean, yeah I guess haha. Anytime." He shrugged with a smile, internally pleased that he had earned a nickname from the Raven.

"Oooh come on! Let's go play whatever they're about to start!" Enid whined excitedly as everyone went over and sat in a circle. She grabbed Ajax in one hand and Wednesday in the other and tugged with her new wolf strength. They both looked pained but complied, wanting to please the pink girl. They both cared about her, but they also both wished to avoid the ongoing drunk ramblings she had plenty of. She was a new wolf, which for some led to aggression or depression, while for some it led to mania or insatiable hunger. Enid, on the other hand, somehow only became more hyper and less interested in anything other than what seemed to be the most exciting. It was cute, and didn't seem out of line given her unique personality.

As they sat, Wednesday prodded into her peripheral to see where the Siren was sitting. She didn't see her, which led to her to internally laugh.

"I guess I'm not the only one avoiding this calamity of a social gathering." She whispered to herself.

"What'd you say, Wennie?" Enid asked as she sat down next to the girl wanting to interlock arms but fighting the urge. Even in her inebriated state, she respected her friend sincerely and didn't want to impose on her without consent.

"Don't call me that, especially not here, Sinclair." Wednesday groaned.

"How cute. Wennie, sounds almost harmless." The siren scoffed as she sat down directly across from the two opposite roommates, right in-between Yoko and Divina.

Wednesday glared at her and went to respond before Xavier interrupted.

"Alright, what do you guys want to play? I vote for truth or dare, or maybe spin the bottle." He said, words intentionally suggestive. He was tipsy but not drunk, he knew his limits and didn't want to push them tonight. He looked around and landed on Bianca first, then Wednesday, then back to the crowd of students.

A few people laughed but didn't offer any answers.

"Snooze. Let's do... how about 13 minutes in heaven." The vampire decided, giving no one a true chance to answer, although most seemed on board.

"Ugh, more like 13 minutes in hell." Bianca rolled her eyes and yawned.

"I vote for truth or dare." She said, hoping to give a good dare to Xavier or making Yoko answer a truth about her crushes. She wanted to be playful, just have fun and laugh. She felt giddy almost as the alcohol circuited through her body. She had to focus on feeling it a bit, so it wouldn't absorb too much, killing her buzz.

"Oh come on B., it's tradition. Feeling shy since last time? Who was it in there with you again?" Yoko prodded playfully. Bianca nudged her, rather hard. Payback for her rib, which still ached a bit.

She felt Xavier looking at her, cheeks reddened. She avoided looking at him at all costs. She didn't respond to Yoko.

"It's settled then. The first three people will roll the die, and whichever number it lands on is their partner for the next 13 minutes in a locked room. Everyone count out their number starting with me, going counterclockwise." Yoko explained, producing a D20 from her pocket.

"Of course you have that." Biance rolled her eyes again, knowing this was always Yoko's plan. She probably wanted some alone time with the girl from her alchemy class, or maybe the person from her self defense course.

"I always come prepared, baby." The vampire winked, intentionally looking goofy, showing her fang on one side.

Everyone counted out their numbers and Yoko rolled the die three times to decide who would roll first.

"7, 16, and... 2." Yoko laughed slightly as she said the final number.

Great, Bianca thought to herself. Of course she was chosen. With her luck, she would get Xavier and hear him drone on after minute 3 of awkward silence about how sorry he is and how he wants them to try again. At least she knew he wouldn't make a move without consent, which reminded her how low her standards had been before, with the he/hims of the outcast world. You would think they would understand more, but a man is a man is man. She was happy to be done with them. Well, at least done with Xavier. She was happy to be single, she convinced herself. She wasn't done with men all together, right?

The first two rolled, looking awkwardly for their partner for the next 13 minutes. A gorgon and a vampire, a witch with a wolf. Suddenly, it was the Siren's turn. She sighed and picked up the die.

She prayed in her head for anybody but Xavier.

"And its.... lucky number 13." Divina interjected as the die rolled over to her crossed legs. Her and Yoko laughed almost in perfect unison.

Bianca looked up not realizing right away until she heard Enid gasp and hiccup at the same time.

Wednesday stood up and walked around the circle, past a disappointed looking Xavier.

"Alright well, go find a room. You have one minute." Yoko explained, starting a timer on her phone.

Bianca groaned and shot daggers with her eyes to her two friends, as they fought to hold in their laughter. She stood up and made her way to where Wednesday was waiting, silently. Strange that she wasn't complaining, the siren thought. But the Addams was one to suffer in silence.

----

As they walked to find a room, neither said a word.

Wednesday kept her arms to her side and kept perfect stride with the taller siren, looking forward the whole time.

They passed a few rooms but didn't enter them. They saw the first pair run into a room with a bunch of tables, and they both worked quickly to erase the thoughts that ensued.

"Where do you want to go? We can't just walk like this the whole time." The siren asked, more so complaining than anything. Desperate to get this over with.

Wednesday said nothing, but walked into the room furthest from everyone else. It was a small, dark room. A janitor's closet. She walked in and sat on the ground, knees to her chest. Bianca felt a tinge of apprehension before walking in and shutting the door. There was a string above them that would suggest a light, but neither grabbed it - perhaps in hopes that the other one would, perhaps hoping that neither would. Bianca's vision adapted well to the near pitch black room around her, her siren eyes turning a brighter blue. It wasn't perfect but she could make out the figure in front of her for the most part.

Wednesday hadn't moved an inch since entering, and Bianca could sense the cold girls presence on her skin. Her scales shivering as she sat down.

Wednesday tried her best to silence her mind, and ignore the stark awkwardness she was sure to come. It didn't have to be awkward if she didn't give in to it. Mind over matter, she persuaded herself. She did however battle the internal embarrassment of being number 13, which always seemed to follow her, and having to do this in the first place. She fought even harder the thoughts she had that she might not even be upset about it.

The shorter girl felt the siren sit down and cross her legs, quiet except for her breath.

After a few seconds, they heard Yoko shout.

"And your time starts.... Now! Enjoy your precious moments in heaven - or maybe hell, for some of you." She laughed, enjoying this far too much.

The pair simultaneously plotted their revenge.

Wednesday sat still as a board, deciding to use this time to hold her breath and see if she could beat her record for 11 minutes and 11 seconds. 13 would be a much more fit number for the Raven, she thought.

The plan was going well for all of about 10 seconds until Bianca shifted her weight and her hand brushed the edge of Wednesday's.

The pale girl's head shot back, eyes rolling back leaving nothing but white. She shook, for a moment, until she didn't.

----

She opened her eyes and took in a beautifully painted image. Depictions of Goddesses and florals, mixed with hell scapes covered the ceiling above her. She recognized Lilith right away. Soon after, recognizing where she was. She had seen this mural many times before.

"Cara Mia... Are you alright?" She heard a familiar voice, and looked over to see Gomez turning to face her in bed. He moved his eye mask over and grabbed her face softly, with so much care she could feel it in her spine. Except, she was pretty sure this wasn't her spine.

She stood up quickly, looking around. She took in the room covered in beautiful gothic furnishings, black and red silks, swords all over the walls, black and red roses growing up the walls, covering the vines. And a HUGE portrait of your entire family. It clicked.

"Mi Amor... What is troubling you?" Gomez stood, shaking off his sleep and walking over to you with his hands out. Just as doting as ever. She looked down to see her pale hands, which was normal, only they had obscenely long black nails poking out from her finger tips.

"Tish'?" Gomez looked at her with questioning eyes, before pulling a knife out of his sleeve and pointing it towards you.

Wednesday reached for the knife in her sock, only to find that she had on a long black silk gown and no socks. No blade.

"Who are... Mi Tormenta?" You father watches as the woman in front of him looked for the knife he taught Wednesday to keep, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

"Papa. It would seem I am possessing mother."

"It would seem that way, sí."

He shoves his blade back into his robe and walks towards her. He places a hand on her shoulder, who evidently was also her mother's, and places a kiss on her forehead with a sweetness, but the kind that is reserved for his daughter, not his wife.

"Strange. You feel... warm - physically." Which truly was out of character for both Wednesday and Morticia.

"Must be from the switch, it's probably a lot for your bodies. What were you doing just before this happened? Hopefully not sleeping, that could suggest someone else has meddled here." He says, looking around you and sensing the absence of his wife's energy but feeling your chilling energy emanate towards him. He did miss you.

"I was at a social gathering, which I was forced to attend by the wolf girl."

"Did anything happen? Anything worth noting?"

"No. Although, just prior to this, I was locked in a janitors closet with the Siren girl. She grazed my hand."

"The siren girl? Miss Barclay?"

"Yes, Bia-" Wednesday was cut off by her eyes once again rolling back into her head. She saw the siren sitting near the lake they had competed in. She was crying, silently but intensely. She fiddled with the jewelry around her neck, trying to self sooth it seemed. She dipped her foot into the water and her eyes surged over with the most beautiful metallic colors the Raven had ever seen.

Bianca finally stopped crying, but to Wednesday's surprise, she began to smile to herself. A knowing smile. Eventually, she heard foot steps behind her. She turned around, only to see herself in her own body walking towards the siren.

Wednesday walked by, turning for a moment as if to look in her own eyes as she passed. She walked to the edge of the lake where Bianca was. She sat, comfortably with her hands spread out behind her. She turned towards the siren and they moved closer, laying one hand over the others. It seemed almost like they were about to... do something else, when Wednesday shot back into her mother's body.

"Wednesday?" Gomez asked, softly. Morticia's body was draped dramatically on their red velvet couch. Wednesday internally shivered at the position she was in. Even when her mother wasn't in her own body, Gods, she was dramatic.

The raven girl sat up and wiped her forehead, missing the scar Bianca had left from their fencing duel. She suddenly felt herself wishing they had dueled more.

"Papa, how do I get back to my own body? Mother's is making me irrational." Wednesday asked eagerly, questioning why her vision wasn't... bad.

"I'm not sure, querida. This hasn't happened in many years. Last time it happened it was between your mother and your aunt. They had been dealing with a small disagreement. They hadn't spoken in about a decade. Suddenly, your aunt was shouting at me while your mother was in the bath. Quite a scene, being that I was in the bath with her... Heh. I should run one for her when she returns." Her father's eyes glazed over with that look he gets when he's pining for Morticia.

"Father, could you spare me the disgusting details? How did they get back to their own bodies? Did mother have a vision during the possession?" Wednesday asked.

Gomez chuckled a bit, a bit too calm for Wednesday's liking but she bit her tongue as to not hurt her father's feelings.

"I'm not sure how they ended up back in their respective skins but it didn't take too long. Almost a day, I believe?"

"That's not going to work for me, father." Wednesday stood up, feeling odd being so tall.

"Well, it might've been because they were both so frustrated with each other. They had been arguing back and forth in the crystal ball for some time before coming to an agreement. But I do remember your Aunt having a vision in your mother's body, which happened just a bit before she returned. I'm not sure of what though, they wouldn't tell me. They had sworn each other to secrecy about it, even to this day... hmm.." Gomez trailed off again. Wednesday let him this time, thinking to herself.

She wondered about using the crystal ball to call her mother, but remember that her body was still at the party. She looked at the clock on Gomez's night stand. It had only been 4 minutes since the change happened. She would likely still be in the closet with Bianca.

FUCK, Wednesday thought. She was definitely still in the closet with Bianca. Which meant she could be saying nearly anything to the girl, making a fool of Wednesday as she tended to do. This caused Wednesday to pace around feverishly, something she didn't tend to do. Again, this body must be making her irrational.

"What is troubling you, pequeño murciélago? Perhaps if you figured that out, it would switch you back?" Her father asked lovingly, seeing the concern on his child's face.

"Mother is... Mother must be with the siren. Who know's what she could be saying? Likely something to smear my bad name. Trying to brighten my character and social standing." Wednesday complained genuinely. She looked again, 5 minutes.

"Why does it bother you so? Plus, I thought you two were getting along well now, no? After the situation with Goody and the pilgrim.." Gomez's eyes started to water, despite his best efforts. He was a sensitive man, a trait both of his children held, one just more secretly than the other. He wiped the wisps from his eyes and sniffled lightly, just thinking of his child and her comrades being in such danger.

"Papa, please control yourself. I'm fine. We are all fine." Wednesday comforted him, which he received despite her attitude.

"We are... well, I.. - We haven't actually spoken since the event. Until today, that is. Then the vision.." Wednesday continued, still pacing but slower and more pensive.

Gomez's eyes lit up. If anybody knew what a good old case of teenage angst looked like, it was him. He might as well have created it. He walked over to the teen.

"I know you won't tell me what you saw so I won't ask. Your mother is the same way. However, I will say, I can sense things, too. Lovely, loving things." He said, swaying to the rhythm of a song that wasn't playing. He plucked a deep red rose from his wife's bundle and handed it to Wednesday.

"Go talk to her."

"What are you getting at, papa?" The teen looking nearly appalled and quite impatient.

"You know what I'm talking about. It's the Addams in you. I guarantee if you talk, things will be resolved... fruitfully." He cooed. Before Wednesday could respond, he laid a kiss on her forehead, that sent her body back into shock. Eyes rolling back, she couldn't catch her breath, she felt herself moving but didn't at the same time. Suddenly, she heard her mother's voice, but felt her own mouth moving.

"We're so proud of what you did, belle sirène. Take good care."

Before the Raven could stop it, she was back in her own body, a rose in one hand, Bianca Barclay's hand in the other.

----

Bianca followed Wednesday into the small room, closing the door behind her. She wasn't sure about this, why would the girl pick such a tight space? The siren felt anxious sweat on her hands, quickly absorbing back into her skin. She was very thankful for being an outcast, in that moment.

She let her eyes adjust, feeling some of the liquor in her chest. She sat down next to the girl. They both were silent, aside from the breath between them. Although, Bianca was sure she couldn't hear Wednesday breathing.

She wondered what the other girl was thinking. She quickly tore her focus away and focused on how she was going to get back at Yoko for this absolute catastrophe. Deep in her thoughts, she looked over at the girl next to her and studied her side profile unconsciously. She noticed how her strong nose connected to her deep set eyes. Her eyes rolled down to her lips, wishing to see what color they were. She chastised herself for thinking these things, blaming it on the alcohol too. Something the two of them had in common, unknowingly. She let some more of it slip through her, feeling a rush of warmth. Her eyes moved down to the raven's chin, seeing how it connected to her neck. She felt her tongue roll across her bottom teeth, fighting her mind. She cursed these thoughts, reminding herself how much she loathed the figure next to her. The annoying, self centered, rude girl. The girl who did nothing but run amok of everything that was normal to the siren. Everything she fought to keep sacred.

She went to adjust herself, pulling her knees to her chest and feeling her hands around to find a comfortable position to hold herself up. She wanted to find the wall, something to support her back. As she scooted herself up, her hand grazed over the Raven's. She felt the girl's chill roll up her arm and into her spine. She shivered, breathing out loud.

She turned to see the girl shaking, her eyes rolling back. Bianca knew this meant she was having a vision but she wasn't sure what could happen if the shaking continued. She 'turned off' the alcohol in her body and grabbed the girls neck, leading her down to the ground. She had only taken one seizure training her freshman year, but she remembered at least to put the person on their side and support their head and neck. She pulled out her phone to try to time the shaking, just in case.

"Addams..?" She asked lightly as the girl stopped shaking as fast, slowly stopping altogether. She held her breath, hoping to see the girl come out of it soon. Nothing happened but a few twitches in her arms and legs.

"Wednesday..?" She whispered, moving the girl's dark bands from her eyes. She looked at her face, feeling the thoughts from earlier push against the mental barrier she kept reinforced. Now wasn't the time anyway. Who knew what was about to happen?

Suddenly, Wednesday shot straight up, like a mummy from old horror movies. Bianca let out a small shout as the girl turned her head to her in an eerie way.

"Miss Barclay?" Wednesday asked, but she didn't really sound like herself.

"What's with the formalities, Addams?" Bianca asked, a bit harshly before recoiling.

"Are you alright?" She asked softer this time.

"I'm quite alright dear, this body feels fine to me. However, I seem to be inhabiting the wrong one, Miss Barclay." Wednesday said as she looked down at her hands, small with perfectly painted Black nails.

"How does she keep them this short?" Wednesday asked herself, then looking up at Bianca who had yet to say anything.

"Uh..what's going on, Addams?"

"Well, I would assume me and my daughter did a body swap. I presume she is currently in possession of my vessel, thus I am in hers." Bianca's face looked even more confused now. She halfway wishes she had stayed drunk. She would need at least four cups now.

"Miss... Addams?"

"Morticia is fine, mon amie." The woman answered nonchalantly, quickly moving on. She wondered if her daughter had caught on so quickly, although it was likely. Waking up next to her father, of course.

Before Bianca could even get a word in to ask the obvious questions in the air, Morticia interrupted.

"Please, sweet siren. We likely only have moments left together before something strange happens, save the questions for Wednesday. I'm not sure why, but I do know how." Bianca swallows the woman's words and adjusts herself. She always did like Wednesday's family more than the girl herself. They had met a few times during the semester, and had met briefly after the pilgrim thing. They had thanked her profusely, and complimented her almost too much.

"Okay.. then. So, how are you.. here, then, Miss Morticia?"

"Just Morticia, my love. I'm not sure why this happened, or why tonight specifically but I have felt something big coming for quite some time. Interesting that we find ourselves in a.. Janitors closet?" Morticia asks, eyeing the brooms in the corner.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been sensing something... magnifique on it's way to Wednesday. But things like this only happen when something is standing in the way. Me and my sister went through this before, we were in the midst of one of our more petty arguments for a while, until suddenly one night I'm in the bath with my husband and poof, suddenly I'm in my sisters home in a different country. We worked it out over the ball that night, and soon after, Wednesday was conceived." Morticia smiled, a strange sight to see for the siren. She wondered if it was hard to make Wednesday's body smile.

"Quite soon after, indeed.." Morticia gleamed, thinking of her husband.

"Anyway, is it true that you two haven't spoken since the night you saved the school, and each other?"

"Uh, well yes it is true. I'm not really sure why, though, to be honest." Bianca revealed despite herself. She wasn't sure if she would regret that later, but who really knew what was bound to happen next at this point she figured.

"Hmm. Perhaps you two just need to tal-" she began to say until her eyes rolled back again, only this time there was no shaking. This lasted only a few moments this time, long enough to leave Bianca wondering if she should cut this short and go get help from the others. She also remembered that everyone but her and maybe the girl or woman in front of her was drunk. Her thought was brought short by Morticia coming to again.

"Huh. It's quite different to have a vision this way. I wonder how she handles all that, all the time. Amusing how I'm allegedly the dramatic one of the two of us." Morticia noted, rolling her neck around.

"Are you alright, Mi- uh, Morticia? Did you have a vision?"

"I'm quite alright, no need to worry anymore, Miss Barclay." Morticia laughed as she picked up the siren's hand. Bianca took the woman's hand back, lightly, unsure of what else she should do. Morticia Addams had quite the effect on everyone, but Bianca felt safe with her, which certainly confused her.

Before Bianca could ask what she meant by that, the woman continued.

"Where was I? Ah.. yes. You two need to talk. I was already sure, but I've just had a Raven's vision, like Wednesday has. Now I am for certain, ma chérie." The woman said the last part with a beautiful tone, Bianca was struck by it momentarily. She could feel the love in the mother's voice, certainly for her daughter but maybe for the siren, too?

"What was the vision? Is something bad going to happen if we don't.. talk?" The siren shivered at the thought of anything else bad happening. She had had enough in the past few months, let alone the previous few days. She also shuddered at the thought that that would mean she needed to actually speak with the goth girl for longer than a few moments in passing to swap insults.

"Aht aht, I never tell unless I know I'm supposed to. You won't need to know unless you don't talk, which I don't recommend. You simply need to hear each other, and definitely need to let yourselves speak only the truth. That is the only way to avoid such an... annoying, outcome." The woman sighed, rubbing a finger over the sirens skin.

Bianca wasn't sure what to make of this. She looked down at her phone that had lit up from a random notification, and stopped the timer she had set. She saw that it had only been just about 4 and half minutes since she even came into this closet with the girl and already she had experienced so much. Typical, dealing with an Addams, she thought.

"Well, what am I supposed to say then?" The girl asked, unsure of where to even begin.

"Say what you actually feel and mean what you actually mean, my sweet. You are not as bitter as you'd like to make yourself believe, I think. Neither is my dear Woe. She isn't really so hard, I mean, she is her father's child after all. She just gets the visions from me." Morticia winks at the girl in front of her, seeing her face through the slim light her phone screen emitted into the space. She could see why her Wednesday was in such knots, she thought to herself and laughed for a moment.

"I think she gets a bit more than that, Ma'am."

"Well, I'd hope so. We're so proud of her, always. We're so thankful for the school, and for what you all did that day. I think she is growing in ways she doesn't even see yet."

Bianca half smiled for a moment, looking back into the woman's eyes that somehow looked the same and yet different than Wednesday usually looked. Before she could respond, once again the woman interrupted. Bianca didn't mind, she wasn't sure what to say anyway.

"You know, I see a lot of things in you too, Bianca. You have come such a long way, haven't you?" The girl froze.

"Well, I think I'll soon be on my way. Me and Gomez will talk to you soon."

"Wait, you will?" Bianca questioned quickly, feeling the woman somehow slipping away from her.

Wednesday's body smiled.

"We're so proud of what you did, belle sirène. Take good care."

Before she could even process what had happened, she felt the hand holding hers get cold, and the other one fill with something.

She looked down to see a rose in Wednesday's hand.

----

"Addams?" Bianca questioned softly.

"Indeed." Wednesday answered, and at the same time they both moved their hands away.

"What the fuck was all that?"

"I'm sure my mother filled you in more than enough." Wednesday groaned, knowing her mother had done entirely too much.

"I mean, yeah she said some shit for sure." Bianca leaned back.

"She's quite nice, you know. So is your father. I wonder how it skipped a generation." She said, relaxing back into what was at least more normal than what just took place. Wednesday said nothing, just turning to face the opposite wall, struggling to continue facing the girl next to her. In the absence of a response, Bianca continued.

"Wednesday?" She asked, shyly. She wasn't sure what she was about to say, but she felt she should heed the woman's words.

"Yes?" Wednesday answered, coldly but with no bite. She had the same things on her mind, once again unknown to the siren.

"Well.. Morti- Your mom, she said we need to.. talk?"

"Ah. My father said the same." 6 minutes, Wednesday counted in her head.

"Do you know why, or what about? I'm kind of.. literally in the dark over here." Bianca awkwardly laughed, trying to lighten a very clearly weird situation. She always felt like she had to do that, but not usually with the Addams. One of the things she enjoyed most about their banter is that she never had to compromise or hold back, she could say whatever came to her mind or say nothing at all. Both worked, even if it led to insults being clashed around like a fencing duel. She used to look forward to it earlier in the semester.

Again, Wednesday did not answer. She took a deep breath and ran her fingers over the thorns on the rose. It nicked her finger, leaving a small cut that started to bleed. Bianca could smell it, she grabbed Wednesday's hand instinctively and licked her own finger, rubbing her saliva over the girls cut. It began to heal almost immediately.

Wednesday's eyes were wide, as she looked down at her hand. She turned back to the girl, unsure of how to proceed. She tried to say something.

"I-.. Thank you." She said distinctly.

Bianca nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment climb through her.

"Your mom said we need to talk or something bad is going to happen. She had a vision. She said you did too, most likely. Did you?" She rushed out.

"I.. did. I did. My father said something similar, although he doesn't have visions, he's just an Addams. I usually trust his word but I fear he may have not seen things as clearly as if-"

"What did you see, Wednesday?"

"Nothing worth discussing."

"Why do you get to decide that? I'm the one who sat here and tried to keep you from dying just to end up talking to your mother for 5 minutes, who told me that if we don't talk truthfully then something bad is going to happen to the both of us. I think I should have some say in determining what is worth discussing."

Wednesday knew she was right but did not want to divulge what she had seen, or more importantly what she had felt during her vision. She didn't respond.

"Well? Nothing? God, you're so.. ugh!" Bianca was frustrated, she felt like she could scream or cry or punch something. She wanted to slap the girl in front of her, which wasn't out of the ordinary, but it was different this time. She didn't want to deal with her fates being out of whack again, and she didn't want anything to happen to either of them again.

"So what, siren? Say it. If you think we need to speak openly, then speak openly." Wednesday stated with more attitude than she was used to. She rarely spoke with so much of any emotion to people other than her family members, she caught herself off guard. Bianca looked at her, clearly taken aback too. Until she wasn't.

"So fucking self centered, egotistical and childish. You run around like other people's lives are pawns in some morbid game you're playing. Well, I think it's sick how you do that. How I'm sitting here at all, and on top of it now I have some new problem I have to fix with the worlds most unwilling participant. You think you don't leave any consequences behind? I've been cleaning them up all semester. You just can't see past those fucking bangs. Which need a trim, by the way." Bianca huffed, waiting to hear whatever the goth girl had to say in return, waiting to be called a bitch or whatever else people said about her. She didn't even care, she knew she was right. She knew she was talking to a brick wall, as always. She knew enough, she thought. Wednesday didn't say anything, she just smiled. Still weird to see coming from her.

"You're right." She said, simply. She turned to face Bianca, who was now the one with nothing to say. She was shocked. Never, anywhere in her mind, did she ever expect to hear that from Wednesday fucking Addams.

"You're right. I am those things, I've done those things, and I have burdened you. I'm sorry." Wednesday ended. Leaving both of them unmoving, confused and disbelieving of what they were hearing come out of the girls mouth. Wednesday scanned her body for any trace left of her mother, that must be what was making her so irrational still. She didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, except for the feeling of being drunk sinking back into her consciousness. She looked down at her finger where the thorn had made her bleed and blew out a sigh insinuating that once again, something had clicked.

"That bastard man."

"What?"

"He laced the rose with truth serum. The thorn, when it made me bleed, it got into my system. Here, take this. It's for you anyways." Wednesday handed the girl the red rose. She took it, careful not to get cut.

"Impressive how you didn't even need the potion. You're just like that, naturally."

"Like what, exactly, Addams?" Bianca asked, her patience thinning.

"Expressive. Honest. Beaut-" the Addams shut her mouth quickly. Internally cursing her father. He would pay for this.

Bianca laughed out loud, shocked at what she was hearing, frustrated with the Addams for being this way in this moment.

"Are you drunk or something?" She asked.

"Yes, actually I am. But that is not the important factor here, currently. My parents grow their roses in different serums, poisons and potions and keep them all over their bedroom, just incase a situation arises. I should've anticipated this. Although, I am rather under the influence. Alcohol is one of the only poisons that I am not immune to, in fact I have a heightened response to it. I had 3 cups, I believe." The Addams explained bluntly before cutting herself off again. Her agitation with this situation grew further. 8 minutes.

"O..kay, Addams. Maybe we should just cut this short, then." Bianca said, not meaning it. She was desperate, actually, to find out the truth about the vision and to try and ensure that nothing bad would ensue after they left this closet. She struggled to imagine leaving. But she kept her composure, as always, as best as she could. She counted how many minutes they had been there again. 9.

"No, we can't. We... shouldn't, I mean." Wednesday answered quickly.

"Then you have to give me something to work with. I feel crazy right now, Wednesday. I don't understand really and I'm tired and it's hot in here and you won't tell me anything about what I actually need to know so I-"

"The vision. It was about you. I saw you. And then me, well.. us. I saw us. You were crying by the lake, but not crying in a painful way." Wednesday chose her words wisely, truthfully. There wasn't a bad way to cry, but it could be painful. She thought that the siren probably cried painfully many times. She didn't want that to be true. Bianca sat there, listening.

"You cried, and then you stopped. You touched the water and your eyes... Your eyes were so.. well they did something new, something I haven't seen before." Wednesday fought to stay on track.

"Then what?" Bianca asked. Wednesday took a deep breath.

"Then... I walked over to you. We sat for a moment, and then we..."

"Then we what?" The Addams didn't answer.

"Then we what, Addams? Answer me." She looked into the girls eyes, neither broke contact until Wednesday decided to finish, succumbing to the power of the truth serum. 10 minutes.

"Then we touched, we held hands."

They both sat in silence for a moment.

"So, we held hands? That's it?"

"Yes, well kind of."

"Kind of?" Bianca asked, pressing further, worried the truth serum would wear off soon. She needed to know.

"There may have been more, we were getting... closer. Very close. Very, dramatically, sickeningly close." Wednesday explained, her voice different, trailing off. Bianca listened to her voice, wishing she could bottle it up. She grew flustered at the thought, shaking it off.

"Okay.. so, what are we supposed to do? We've both now been honest, right? Are we supposed to hold hands and sing kumbaya?" She asked, defensively, trying to rebuild the wall around her that was crumbling like a god damn sandcastle.

"I.. I don't know." Wednesday answered, honestly. She didn't know what to do. She knew she was telling the truth, against her own will. She believed Bianca had told the truth, detailing the ways Wednesday irritated her. She started to wonder if that's all she did to the girl, bother her. She felt a pang of grief swell in her. She was... upset? Couldn't be. She couldn't be upset that the girl found her to be a nuisance. That's what they were, little problems to each other. Like flies, swirling around each other with the sole purpose to annoy and antagonize each other. That was their dynamic, their relationship..

"Relationship..." Wednesday said out loud by accident as the word stuck in her head.

"What?" Bianca asked, freeing herself from her own mind.

"Nothing, nothing just.. thinking." Wednesday half answered.

"Why are you thinking about relationships?" Bianca asked, hesitant to know the answer. Maybe the girl was thinking about Xavier or Tyler. Maybe Enid. Maybe her parents. Maybe anybody but who Bianca wanted her to be thinking about.

Wednesday wanted to lie and say she was thinking about her parents annoying relationship, but the serum wouldn't allow. She was starting to see what was missing in the situation, why things didn't feel so resolved. 11 minutes.

"I was thinking about our relationship. What we do to each other, what we say to each other, what we mean to each other. That sort of thing." Bianca looked at her again, this time Wednesday not meeting her gaze.

"Why?" She questioned, softer.

"Why not? Seems appropriate given the circumstance, no?" Wednesday dodged, thankful that that was true.

"I suppose... What do you mean what we do to each other?"

"I mean, how we talk to each other, how we look at each other.. figuratively." Wednesday coughed.

"How we play this game every day, but then avoid each other for indefinite amounts of time."

Bianca paused, before she answered.

"I wasn't trying to avoid you. It just happened." She said, softer than she was intending.

"I was avoiding you." Wednesday answered bluntly, also more than she intended. Bianca's eyes widened before she looked away again.

"Okay, then." She grabbed her phone, thinking about just standing up and walking out. She could avoid Wednesday on purpose too, then. She could never speak to her or of her again, if she wanted to. She should want to. Why did that hurt her feelings so much? It's not like they're even friends. They're just two people who killed someone together.

"I-I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Barclay." Bianca scoffed, even though the girl was right - her feelings were hurt.

"Don't worry about it, Addams. We can go back to ignoring each other. We don't really have a relationship to ponder, do we? Maybe that's the truth." 12 minutes. Bianca should leave, she thought.

Wednesday's heart started pounding out of her chest. They both could hear it.

"Wait. Please." Wednesday reached out to grab the girl, gripping her forearm, against her better judgement and pretty much her entire personality.

"What, Wednesday? What?" Bianca snapped back, but not pulling her arm away.

"I don't want you to avoid me. It does something.. to me. It makes me feel.. things."

Bianca said nothing. Wednesday was now the one fighting to fill the space, not wanting to feel rejected.

"You make me feel things." Wednesday looked into the girls eyes, embarrassed but steadfast. Bianca looked back. Feeling heat rise in her chest, it wasn't alcohol this time. She moved closer despite her own embarrassment and anxiety.

"What do you feel, Wednesday?" She asked, boldly, unsure of where it came from. They looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally, the raven answered.

"That's what I want to figure out." She breathed, they both grew close enough to feel each other's breath.

"Do you feel.. things, too?"

"Y-yes. I feel something different." Bianca whispered, close enough to see the raven's eyes, realizing they weren't actually Black. They had never been this close. They both felt like they were in a trance.

They leaned in, allowing their instincts to carry them to where they needed to be. Both feeling the pressure of uncertainty, but sharing also something intrinsic, something tangible between them.

They both looked at the other's lips, parting them slightly to release the breath they had both been holding for too many seconds. Just before they could make contact, they heard a familiar voice cut through the air.

13 minutes.

----

"Aaaaalllllrighttt! Come out come out wherever you are!" Yoko shouted as she cut off her alarm. Everyone was laughing again, waiting to see if anybody came out looking disheveled.

As the wolf and witch made their way out, they were followed by the gorgon and vampire. Everyone greeted them with jokes, asking far too many invasive questions for the four of them - who clearly just did some serious necking.

Soon to follow, Wednesday and Bianca emerged from a dark hallway, walking at two separate paces. Wednesday walked fast and steady, hands by her sides, directly to where she was sitting before the game and sat down.

Bianca walked at her regular pace, a swish in her hips, confidently and frustrated back to her seat between her alleged friends. No one asked the pair any questions, still focused on making fun of the hickies the other pairs had.

Yoko and Divina looked at each other and started laughing. Yoko went to ask a question, a familiar glint in her eye that suggested bullshit and general fuckery was to follow. Before she could, Bianca unlocked her phone and addressed them both.

"Not now, Yoko. I will deal with both of you later." She started scrolling.

They both laughed again and returned their attention to the rest of the group.

Wednesday sat down with a huff, as opposed to her regular silence. Enid and Ajax sat up from where they were laying down and looked at the girl.

"Didn't go well, huh?" The gorgon asked, innocently. Enid jabbed him with her elbow, unaware that her drunk werewolf strength was still fully intact. He winced but laughed.

"It went. It's over. Do not ask me any more questions." Enid raised her finger, as if to ask a clarifying question, which she always insisted wasn't the same as asking about the actual thing.

"That includes you, Sinclair." Wednesday stated, as she pulled out her own cellar and began looking up sheet music. Enid and Ajax laughed, joining the rest of the group.

The night carried on well, and eventually everyone began to leave. Wednesday made her escape early, one of the first to leave. She made an excuse to Enid that she needed a bath from sweating, so Enid said she would stop by Ajax room first before coming back to their dorm. Wednesday nodded, pressing send on a text she had already crafted to Ajax with instructions for how to care for the wolf when she inevitably fell asleep in his room, and how to sneak her out in the morning. She included a clause that stated he wasn't to reply to these instructions unless absolutely dire.

Bianca stayed around until most folks had left, helping to clean up. She talked with some folks a bit but found a section by herself and tossed things into a trash bag while listening to music. She sensed someone coming near her so she popped one of her AirPods out.

"Hello, Xavier." She said, knowing.

"H-hey, B. Did you like the party?" He asked, trying to make small talk. They both knew they hated small talk.

"What do you want, Xav'?" She turned to him, half smiling as to not hurt his feelings.

"I-I just wanted to... apologize. I know I'm annoying when I'm drunk and I also know I don't have a great track record sober, either. Especially lately. I'm sorry for dumping on you. I know now.. that we aren't going to be getting back together. I accept it. I accept you, B." He said all of this sincerely, to the siren's surprise. She sat down her trash bag.

"Well... Thank you, I guess? I do accept your apology, but where is all of this coming from?" She asked him, confused but also relieved in the back of her mind. She loved him, just not the way he wanted or really needed to be loved. She hoped they could move forward at some point.

"It's just... coming. Look, I'm gonna head out but just know that I really am happy for you. Happy for both of you. I'm proud of you, Bianca. I love you. Get to your dorm safe." He said, looking at her as if he was relieved to. The kind of relief you get when you have no choice but to accept something, like the decision was already made for you so you can't really stress about it. This left Bianca even more confused.

"Happy for who? Proud of what? Xav', you're confusing me man." She awkwardly laughed, pressing him a bit. He laughed too, knowingly.

"You'll figure it out." He said, walking away to go find a friend to walk back to the dorms with. Bianca sat down on the chair behind her, questioning her whole night. Then she remembered that Xavier was a seer, just in a different way than Wednesday was. This made her nervous. What was everyone seeing that she couldn't?

----

Yoko, Divina and Bianca walked back to the dorms together, Bianca in the back for a change. She followed her friends as they talked, slurring some words and laughing. The vampire turned back to interrogate her friend, but stopped when she saw her face deep in thought.

"Hey, earth to Barclay." She said, waving a hand in front of her face. Bianca refocused her eyes on the girls in front of her.

"What's on your mind, B.?" Divina asked, in that all too sincere voice she gets when she decides to be drunk.

"Was it really that bad in there with Addams? Or is it Xavier that's got you down?" Yoko half laughed, but genuinely asking.

"I'm not down, goofball. I'm probably just.. I don't know, drunk or something." Bianca shrugged, trying to change the subject. Both of her friends knew her well enough to know she was trying to change the subject, and knew enough about siren anatomy to know she wasn't drunk unless she was choosing to be. They let it go.

"Right. Well, anyways... I'm bummed I didn't get a chance with either of my potential bite victims tonight. Sucksh." Yoko said, a slight lisps from the mix of alcohol and fully flexed fangs. The two other girls laughed.

"You know, you could just ask them out, instead of - oh, I don't know, orchestrating a whole entire game to get a chance to talk to them? It was a bit obvious too, just so you know babe. Are you losing your touch?" Bianca teased, Divina agreeing with a fit of laughter.

"I'm not losing my touch, song bird. I just get a lil' nervous around them. They both smell good and they both know a lot of cool shit. I dunno, I just like them both more than I expected." Yoko admitted, surprising both of her friends.

"You must be the drunk one, Yo'." Divina said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her a bit.

"Looks like someones got it baaaaaadddddd again." Everyone laughed.

"What do you expect from me?" Yoko laughed, agreeing with her friends.

They all walked back into the dorms, Yoko and Divina heading off.

"I'm probably gonna crash in her room tonight, B. Text me if you need anything, okay?"

"Oh okay, well be safe getting there." Bianca replied, sure that her friends were doing this to 'give her some space' to deal with her emotions. They always made fun of her for being a water sign and having so many emotions, even though they were the ones who were going to stay up all night crying to some cheesy Netflix movie. Besides, she was a Scorpio. It's not like she wore her feelings on her sleeve like a Pisces or some shit. Plus, who was Yoko to talk anyways. She was a fucking Libra. That's why she could never make any decisions, she thought, laughing to herself as she made her way up the grand stairs to her dorm.

She was grateful to have the room to herself, she needed a shower badly. She needed to THINK, uninterrupted. Try to recount all of tonight in her head. Or maybe just leave it all alone and finally get some rest. She wasn't sure how it would go but she was glad to be alone, regardless.

She made her way into her room and shut the door, immediately putting her phone on the charger and slipping everything off. She grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. She stole one of Yoko's makeup wipes and wiped off her coppery green eye shadow and some mascara, and turned the water on to get warm.

She checked her phone, seeing no new notifications. Before she headed into the bathroom, she heard a beautiful melody.

A cello.

A god damn cello.

She opened her window and got in the bath, choosing against the sounds the shower would make.

----

Wednesday made it into her room and immediately slammed the door and locked it. She looked around for Thing, but thankfully he was asleep on Enid's bed.

She flung her shoes off and emptied her pockets of all her items. She reached down to her sock to find her dagger still in place, leaving it there. She set her phone down and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She looked at her reflection, eyes bearing into herself. When her eyes refocused, she noticed a slight smudge of copper near her forehead. She wiped it off and spit in the sink, ridding her of her intrusive thoughts. She needed to check if the serum was still in her system, but she wasn't sure how to tell. She said things out loud, trying to test if she could lie.

"I thoroughly enjoy Enid's company." She cringed at not knowing if it was a lie or not.

"I do not mind some of the songs on the radio, but I will never tell anyone that. Pop music is a curse to society."

"I am not hungry right now."

"I had three cups of punch tonight."

"I think Bianca Barclay is beautiful."

Her frustration grew. She slammed water over her face and left without drying it.

She walked onto the balcony and picked up her cello. She had memorized a new song on the way home, and began playing it feverishly. She needed to expel all the energy built up inside of her. So much tension, she felt it in her head, eyes, her chest. She felt her fingers cramp but played through it. She made a note to hydrate before going to sleep. She counted in her head how many notes she was playing all together, in whatever order they repeated or cycled.

13, she thought. Of course.

She played for 20, long minutes before putting her cello down. She breathed in and felt the air fill her lungs, focusing on it. She went back into her room and paced for a moment, trying to recount all the things she had experienced in one night. It was odd for her to not feel morbid, she just felt different. She just, felt.

She tore her clothes off and put on one of her fathers oversized teeshirts and a pair of boxers. She had not forgot to enact her revenge on him tomorrow, but she felt comforted in his scent at the moment. A fact she would never let him know.

She placed a blanket over her crystal ball, essentially putting it on "do not disturb" and got in bed. She fumbled around for the book she had left in her covers earlier, making her bed around it. She tried to read but the words weren't registering.

She grabbed her phone, unlocking it and scrolling through her notifications, not that there were many. She limited access to most people, only allowing a sacred few to even know she had a phone. It was all very new to her.

She opened the text she had from Enid saying goodnight. She typed out a response.

I will see you tomorrow.

She pressed send. Enid almost immediately heart reacted it, and three bubbles popped up. They disappeared a few seconds later. Wednesday assumed Enid was either busy doing things of a physical nature with Ajax, or had fallen asleep with her phone open again. Enid did that often, awake one moment and asleep the next.

Wednesday scrolled again, nothing interesting her. She set her alarm and locked her phone, starring up at the ceiling above her. She wasn't sure what to make of the night, and she couldn't tell if the serum was still in her system.

Almost against her will - almost - she opened her messages and typed in Bianca's contact. It was programmed into her phone when Xavier gave it to her, along with most of the other people in Wednesday's general orbit.

She typed, and back spaced and typed again before pressing send. She slammed her phone down next to her face first. She sat there, still as a board for what felt like yet another eternity before her phone buzzed. She was apprehensive to look but eventually did.

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Bianca slid under the water, not holding her breath when she heard the cello stop. She had felt like she was in a trance, but the water felt good on her skin and in her lungs. She wished she could go the lake and swim without getting caught at that time of night.

The lake, she thought. She remembered what the Addam's said about her vision, about them being at the lake together. Bianca crying but not painfully. She tried to remember the last time she cried for any other reason but pain or frustration. She couldn't.

She thought about what it felt like when Wednesday grabbed her arm, why she didn't pull away. She worked her way around the thought and finally forced herself to stand up and get out when she couldn't help but cringe.

She pushed the drain stop down and walked out without a towel. She was dry by the time she hit her wardrobe. She pulled out a white shirt and blue shorts, putting them on quickly. She was cold, but she kind of liked it. She closed her window and got in bed, scrolling through her socials aimlessly. Nothing of interest, per usual. She didn't really know that many people outside of the school anyway, and she didn't really care for many celebrities or what they had going on. She opened up her texts and clicked the groupchat she was in. Everyone was sending emojis or texts to let everyone know they had gotten in safely. She sent a blue heart and closed the chat, swiping to silence the notifications.

She felt conflicted, so she decided to just try to go to sleep. She locked her phone and set it next to her pillow, face up so she could turn off her morning alarm when she got up. She stared blankly through her room, eyes not focusing on anything. She wanted to unwind her thoughts so badly, but was afraid of what she would find. She replayed what Miss Morticia had said to her in her mind.

"We're so proud of what you did, belle sirène. Take good care."

She held the thought tight like a child holds a stuffed animal, letting it wash over her. She hadn't heard anything like that in so long. She wondered if she had been taking good care of herself at all, if she ever had been taken care of. She thought about how it felt to use her song that day, how she didn't want to but she knew it was the right thing to do. How Xavier used to argue with her about it, calling her a manipulator even though she hadn't used it before at the school. She did forgive him now, remembering his apology. Why was he saying those things to her, so abruptly too? What could've changed in one night?

She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the circle she was running mental laps in. She felt stuck, until she felt her phone buzz.

She grabbed it, assuming it would be Yoko or Divina, or maybe even one of Xavier or Enid's drunk texts again. She was surprised to see an unsaved number. She opened it up and read it.

Thank you for saving my life. - W

She closed her eyes and locked her phone. She had to catch her breath even though she wasn't moving. She didn't believe it was actually the Addams texting her, but who else's life had she had any part in lately? Aside from the entire student body that she siren songed to evacuate, of course. But she had almost everyone in the school's number saved from her various extra curriculars and generally just being the most popular person on campus. She cringed at that thought too.

She sat her phone down on her chest, feeling her heart beating out of rhythm again. Why did this weird, self centered lunatic have any effect on her at all, let alone this effect? What even was this? She shook her head again. She picked her phone back up, and typed and deleted at least five times. She thought about asking who it was, even though she knew. But she felt corny for that. She thought about just liking it and turning her phone off, but she also wasn't that pussy. Finally, after at least three more attempts at a response, she replied.

I'd do it again.

She sent it and immediately turned over and buried her face in her covers. Why would she say that? Why didn't she just ignore it? That's what they had been doing for most of the semester anyway, especially lately. Why not just go back to pretending the other person doesn't exist?

Her phone buzzed again. She grabbed it quicker than she expected.

Talk soon?

She typed a response and hit send, throwing her phone across the room. She knew it would be annoying in the morning having to get up and shut it off but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything else, actually.

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Wednesday's phone buzzed, a response quicker than she expected. She turned off her ringer instinctively, to avoid any further sensory stimulation. She wasn't ready to read what the siren had said, not sure she was prepared for potential rejection. She thought about her father, how she really was his child. Her sensitivities felt blazingly loud, every sound or slight breeze feeling glaring. The light from her phone shone again, reminding her that she had a new notification she was ignoring. Stupid iPhones, certainly they do not know how to 'read a room', she thought.

She picked up her phone and opened the notification with her eyes closed. Finally, peaking with one eye, she read what the siren had said.

Tell me where and when, I'm there.

Wednesday knew exactly where they needed to meet. She typed a response and immediately threw her phone across the room after hitting send. She hoped it hadn't woken Thing up but she hardly cared. She pulled her pillow over her face and exhaled.

After 13 minutes, Wednesday moved the pillow and inhaled deep. New record. 13 minutes.

She breathed in and out for a few moments, restoring her breath with ease. She needed to test if the serum was still working again, before she went to sleep. There was no telling what her dreams could look like if she wasn't aware of what was at play in her system. She was a lucid dreamer since she was a child, and didn't particularly like the idea of telling everyone she encountered in her dream that night the truth.

She began whispering things out loud again.

"I am allergic to colors." Okay, true with or without the serum.

"I burned down my summer camp, but they deserved it." Again, true.

She wasn't sure what to say, because she usually almost always for the most part told the truth, unless it was beneficial not to.

She finally confronted the thing she had been avoiding.

"I am in love with Bianca Barclay." She breathed out. Quieter than the others. Only, she couldn't tell if she was lying or not. She decided she would test it again, by trying to tell the biggest lie she could think of.

"I hat---Love my brother, Pugsley Addams, in entirety, in every which way possible and I always have, since the moment I met him."

She slapped her hand over her mouth, hearing the words fall out and knowing she couldn't finish the word 'hate', because the truth serum wouldn't allow it.

She still couldn't lie.

She laid there, stiller than the night, silently for hours. She would never tell a soul of what happened that night, she swore to herself in her head, suddenly very thankful Thing hadn't awoken. She didn't budge, until finally her body resigned itself to sleep.

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Bianca jumped out her sleep as her alarm went off. It was loud, causing frustration in her as she rose in her drowsiness, even though that was just how she set it because she didn't want to miss any morning runs.

She felt around her bed for her phone, not finding anything, until she remembered it was half way across the room on the floor.

She dragged herself up and out of her pristine blue sheets to grab it, shutting it off in the process. She decided she could miss her run this morning and get to it later, since there were no classes that week anyway and she felt drained. Thankful to not have a hangover from the alcohol like she was sure almost everyone else had, but she still felt burned out from what had been going on in her mind.

She didn't want to lose her sleepiness but decided to check for any texts from Yoko or Divina. She slid open her phone and clicked her messages. She had over 50 notification but she figured they were from the group chat and whatever else people were doing last night. She clicked the group chat to see a bunch of memes, deciding she could read them later. She clicked her smaller chat with Yoko and Divina, seeing nothing new except some of the pictures they'd all taken last night. She made a note to send the ones she had taken later. She slid out and opened her thread with Yoko, who had texted her a few hours ago that they had finally made it to Divina's dorm but not to worry, they had gone to hang out with some of the wolves and they were all safe. Bianca laughed through her sleepiness and slid out. She grumbled and laid back down on her side, ready to go back to sleep.

She saw one more notification from an unsaved number, and suddenly it all came back to her. She clicked it and saw the short conversation she had with the Addams last night. The whole reason her phone was on the floor in the first place. She cursed herself for not saving the number under a name last night, seeing the number this morning gave her the same anxiety it did previously. She thought about doing it now, and what emoji she would put next to Wednesday's number. A bat, maybe. Or maybe a sword, she thought. She decided to do it later, and also questioned if she should even use an emoji. Finally, she looked at the bottom of the thread to read the messages.

Thank you for saving my life. - W

I'd do it again.

Talk soon?

Tell me where and when, I'm there.

The lake.

The siren's eyes grew wide and she blinked, trying to rush away the feeling that left in her chest. The lake, the lake from Wednesday's vision. She suddenly felt a wave of nervousness rise in her body and she jumped up.

Maybe she would take that run after all.

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hey yalllll, its me again lol. I've been feint to write a wenclay fic for soooo long. Speaking of longggg, this is super long lmao. I hope yall enjoy it, pleaseee leave any feedback you have, I read it all and genuinely appreciate it even if its constructive criticism. I hope y'all in the wenclay/gothbee hive are doing well, I know we're starving😭

this is part one to what I thinkkkkkk will be a short series, but if not a series then definitely a basis for more similar writings!

love yall, muahhh

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