Watch and Learn

by Bonejingle

First published 25th of June, 2013

After suffering from crippling fear following her performance at the Gala, Octavia Melody chose to give up her passion and retire her famous cello. But when Vinyl Scratch catches wind of the downfall, she vows to put the passion back in her heart.

Octavia may have given up on her music, but after meeting the eccentric DJ, she sees that not everyone has given up on her. Compelled by Vinyl's intense passion for saving her craft, Octavia begins to work toward her former glory, but with a new, personal twist. However, when the walls of the cellist begin to fall, an unlikely source moves in to change the budding friendship forever.

Harwan

Lyra grumbled again as she double checked her watch, the mint-haired lyrist cursing colorfully under her breath. The elevator doors finally opened, admitting the fidgety musician to the quiet hallway. Quickly making her way down the hall and around the bend, Lyra paused at the correct door before pounding on it, irritated.

"Damn it, Scratch! Open the door!"

After long moments of stillness on the other side of the door, Lyra fumbled with the keys in her pocket, fingers angrily flipping through them before finally revealing the proper key. With an air of defiance, Lyra slid the key into the lock and turned before pulling it out and doing the same with the deadbolt. Finally granted access, Lyra pushed on the door, thankful Vinyl hadn't used the chain. Charging quickly through the apartment, Lyra slipped inside the DJ's dark, quiet bedroom, golden eyes surveying the peacefully slumbering Vinyl with barely controlled disdain.

The night owl DJ lay sprawled across her mattress, body almost half on the floor as she snored gently, wild blue-streaked hair seemingly more untamed in her state of rest. The black sports bra she wore left little to the imagination, though the rest of her was tucked away from sight. Lyra tapped her foot anxiously, eyes roaming the form of her sleeping best friend before her ire grew too substantial. Approaching the snoozing woman, Lyra stopped just short and knelt down, mouth hovering just near Vinyl's rarely-headphoneless ears.

"SCRATCH, FRONT AND CENTER."

Easily rousing from her slumber, Vinyl stretched her arms above her head, her knuckles brushing the floor at her awkward angle. Sleepy carmine eyes peaked open at the loud intrusion, seemingly unfazed by the outburst. Smiling up at her best friend, Vinyl stretched her back, allowing her body to slip from the bed to the floor, the blue sheets wrapping around her pale legs as she settled on the hardwood.

"Mm, mornin', Lyr."

Lyra stood back up, her angry eyes staring down at the still slumbering Vinyl, temper sizzling just below the surface.

"Vinyl, seriously. Get your ass up, we have lunch plans with Symphony and Fred about the dinner at the Castle! You know they both hate when anyone is late going anywhere!"

From the floor, Vinyl grumbled before rolling on her back and absently started moving her legs to rid herself of the sheet she had become so inexplicably trapped within.

"Keep your shirt on, Imma get there 'ventually."

Rolling to her knees, Vinyl wiped a lazy hand down her face before finally standing to her full height, the sheet sliding slowly down the rest of her legs. Out of reflex, Lyra's eyes skipped downward to the sheet as it fell before finally dragging back up to the mirthful eyes of the DJ.

"Last time I checked, ya had to be dating me to eyesex me that hard, Heartstrings."

Lyra's eye twitched before she lashed out, hands spinning Vinyl toward the bathroom to help speed up her morning preparations.

"Go. Now. We have to be there at 12 and it's already 11."

Vinyl swatted her away before continuing on her own, the jockey slamming the door behind her for effect. Unamused, Lyra shook her head before looking around the room. Out of habit, she picked up the sheet and threw it haphazardly across the bed; before it settled, the lyrist was walking around the bed to tug at the heavy curtains, allowing sunlight to filter through the glass. Walking back around the bed, Lyra approached the bedroom door and opened it before venturing out to the large living room of Vinyl's apartment.

The space was clean and organized in a Vinyl-centric way, giving way to the intense passion Vinyl had for music and things of the like. A large, covered piece sat off to a corner of the vast room, seemingly untouched, but kept with utmost care. Her golden eyes scanned the room some more, her sights taking in the large speakers and equipment that dominated a good deal of the room. Few pictures littered the colorful decor, but the mint-haired woman knew of their importance.

Distracted by a noise, Lyra flicked her eyes toward the bedroom, focus landing on the DJ as she shuffled out of the hallway, phone clasped in her lips and her spare boot in a free hand. The trademark purple glasses sat delicately over wild bangs, unwavering. The plain black button-up the jockey wore hung open, revealing her new form of under attire and the mirrored, bridged eighth notes that adorned her pale hip. Smiling against her better nature at the moment, Lyra chuckled as she took in the sight of her friend.

"You look positively radiant this morning, V."

Looking up from beneath her wild, two-tone bangs, Vinyl smiled around her phone. She slid her foot into the remaining boot, slamming it against the floor to help force her foot inside. Bending down, she quickly tied to black laces on her favorite pair of blue boots before straightening to look at the other musician, a smile forming around the device as it fell from full lips.

"Do I look okay enough for our dainty violinist, Lyra? Or should I change?"

Unperturbed at the sarcasm, Lyra did a quick check of the DJs appearance, mostly pleased at her attire.

"Well, if you put your boobs away and wear a less obnoxious belt, take out the double studs in your eyebrow... and maybe you could skip the sunglasses... oh, and if you could totally not wear blue boots in view of the high societies at D'Urberville's, we'd be golden."

Crinkling her nose in mock understanding, Vinyl approached her old friend and ruffled the white-striped hair, causing a mild growl to bubble from within Lyra at the action.

"So in other words, you want me to go be Vinyl Scratch without being Pon-3? No can do, good buddy, we're a packaged deal."

Lyra smiled at the DJ and tugged at the hem of the still open button-down before her eyes flicked down to the small piano charm that hung on a chain just above the DJ's chest. Without a thought, Lyra reached up, her fingertips gently brushing the smooth surface of the charm, face pensive. Sensing the shift, Vinyl gently clasped her hand around Lyra's, smile warm.

"Besides. Mom wouldn't have cared what I wear in front of those guys. They're just high society players, not actual human beings."

Snapping out of the trance she had unknowingly fallen into, Lyra shook her head before nudging the DJ and pushing back toward the door.

"You are so good at wasting time. But we need to go, now."

Vinyl smiled devilishly before raising her arms, face a mask of innocence.

"Oh, come on, Lyra! You just can't keep your hands off me and my sexy bod, don't pretend you hate it. Now just come fondle me so we can continue with our day like civilized adults. Come on, come lay some love on me."

Lyra stood perfectly still, eyes burning their way through Vinyl's skull at the comment as she continued to smile. The DJ still remained, arms outstretched, shirt hanging open to reveal the impossibly pale skin and the music note marring the perfect curve of slender hips. Taking only one step forward, Lyra crossed her arms before leaning forward on her toes, golden eyes fiery.

"Button up your shirt before I take it off you and force you to go in your bra. Now. Let's. Go."

Vinyl, attempting to quell the chuckle bubbling its way up, quickly shrugged out of her shirt and tossed it at Lyra before skirting around her and disappearing into the hallway, a loud laugh echoing behind her retreat. Growling, Lyra turned and bolted out the door, slamming it behind her as she furiously waved the black garment at the hysterical jockey.

"Knock it off!!'

Lyra casually opened the door the large restaurant and slid inside, pausing only for a moment to allow Vinyl to rejoin her before nodding toward the maître d'. Walking as quickly as she dared in such an atmosphere, Lyra picked her way around tables before her eyes finally landed on the violet-haired socialite that sat with a stern-looking gentleman. Lyra slowed only slightly, intent on keeping up her outer calm. Finally being recognized, the violet-haired woman looked up, teal eyes catching the dancing lights of the restaurant.

"Lyra! Vinyl!"

The violinist stood up and met the other two as they approached, pausing to throw her arms around the lyrist as her smile grew in size. Once slipping free of Lyra, Symphony turned to Vinyl, nose crinkling in delight at seeing the DJ.

"Scratch, you look incredible."

The DJ smiled and leaned forward, wrapping the diminutive woman in a quick hug as the jockey reached down to place a quick peck on her cheek.

"How's it hangin', Strings. Good to see ya."

The man stood quietly at the table, green eyes roving over the newcomers with glittering intrigue. Noticing Vinyl's approach, he offered his hand, smile richly sparkling.

"Hello, I'm--"

"Freddie Horseshoepin, the pianist. I've seen you play."

Vinyl slapped her hand in his and shook firmly, reveling in his surprise. He cleared his throat before turning to greet Lyra with a gentle handshake. As the quartet took their seats, the bright green eyes of the pianist landed upon the DJ once more.

"You know of my work?"

Vinyl, who had slid up her glasses and popped open a menu, peaked at him, eyes mischievous.

"Yeah. Went to a show with you and Parish headlining. That and I've seen you around some other events. You played at the Gala, right?"

He huffed, his shoulders bouncing as if to shake off a heavy coat. He straightened the tie he wore before leveling the DJ with a withering gaze.

"If you please, I'd rather not talk about that degrading piece of showmanship. Why, that childish little mistake nearly cost me my career as a serious pianist! And that pink-haired--"

Lyra cleared her throat in that moment, sensing the sour turn of the conversation and Vinyl's inability to remain quiet where her friends were concerned. Instead, she cautiously patted the back of her friend's hand before turning to regard the equally nervous violinist.

"So, Symphony... Where's your girl Octavia?"

At hearing the name, Vinyl broke off the stare she had pinned the pianist with and focused on the violet-haired woman.

"Yeah, wasn't she supposed to come?"

Symphony sighed heavily at the question before taking a long swallow of her drink. After a moment, her teal eyes flicked between the two before she resolved herself to explain.

"Well, in all actuality, yes. She was supposed to attend, as she has been asked to perform at the Charity event at the Castle... But the events of the Gala have painfully destroyed her confidence in herself and her music. From what she tells me, she hasn't touched or even seen her cello since that night."

Vinyl frowned before absently closing her menu and leaning forward, carmine eyes serious.

"Symph, the Gala was months ago. Haven't you talked to her about it?"

The teal-eyed violinist huffed and crossed her arms, though the crease in her forehead betrayed her distressed emotion at the topic.

"Yes, of course. I've done everything I could to get her to play. She simply insists that she cannot. Why, I haven't the slightest."

Frederick chuckled, drawing the focus toward him. He paused a moment before his molten emerald orbs flicked between the women.

"If you ask me, Symphony, Octavia never had the gall to make it far in this business. She attempted an air of confidence, but really she never gathered enough gusto to work the classical circuit. I knew it was only a matter of time before the fair Octavia Melody had had enough of the pressures associated with being a classical artist."

Symphony's face reddened at the comment, her teal eyes dilating as she opened her mouth to speak. Vinyl, however, was first to respond.

"Says the asshole who blamed the flub you made at the Canterlot Festivus on Nandermane. No thanks, pal. I'm out."

She stood beside the already anticipatory Lyra and the uncertain Symphony before pinning him with a tumultuous glare. She tossed her menu on the table before leaning forward on her palms, fiery gaze level with the white-haired pianist's.

"And another thing? If you think you're playing this event, you're sadly fucking mistaken. I will not have the memory of Camille Violoncelle besmirched by some pompous tightwad like you."

With that, she pushed off from the table and slid her glasses over her eyes. Turning her head toward the waitress that stopped awkwardly just a few feet away, Vinyl nodded her head.

"Sorry about that, hun. We're not having anything."

The DJ turned and walked easily out of the building, leaving the seething Frederick alone at their table. Once out the doors, she walked the few steps to reconnect with the two remaining musicians, jaw tight with irritation. Symphony regarded her seriously, eyes haunted.

"You did go easy on him, didn't you? I have dinner plans with him, Beauty, and Parish later, and I don't want to deal with a pissy Fred."

"Yeah, I went easy on him. But I'm not having him perform at the dinner. I'm not going to deal with his damn attitude all night, I just don't have it in me."

Lyra nudged the DJ before regarding her.

"You still have some time to find a replacement piano player, V. Don't worry, we'll figure it out. I'm sure a bunch of pianists would jump at the chance to play the event."

Vinyl nodded, though her frown deepened.

"I'm not really worried about the piano, I'm more concerned that I might not get Octavia. Symph, can you find out where she is? Maybe I can talk to her or something."

Lyra snorted, unable to help herself.

"Yeah, Scratch, she's gonna be super excited to see a random DJ waltz up to her and lecture her on the importance of playing the cello. You know, I think I'd pay to see that. Octavia would probably faint just looking at you and your hair, not to mention those glasses."

Vinyl slipped off the offending purple lenses before narrowing her eyes at the lyrist, pierced left eyebrow disappearing into wild bangs.

"Hey, Heartstrings, just because I'm hotter than you doesn't mean you get to be a bitch about it. I happen to have awesome people skills, especially concerning the high society crowd."

Symphony interjected, her own smile threatening to split her lips in amusement.

"Octavia is a high tea and crumpets kind of girl, I think you would have an adverse effect on her. Just because you've tasted the sweet elite doesn't mean she wouldn't react negatively to your persona. She's as nice as the next girl, but she's also society's child. She gets all of her hoity-toity behavior directly from the hydra she calls a mother."

Vinyl rolled her eyes before perching her beloved glasses just above her forehead.

"No faith, ladies. Just find out for me and I'll take it from there."

Symphony giggled before fishing free her phone from her purse, her thumb scanning through her contacts until she landed over the cellist in question. Pausing a moment, she put the phone to her ear and waited.

"Hello, Symphony."

"Hey, Octavia. What are you up to? I missed you at the luncheon today."

"Oh, I'm just having some tea at Tasse de Thé, contemplating taking a trip to the Harwan. Maybe they'd let me in again, just for old time's sake."

"Octavia, you know you can just play again. No one's holding the Gala--"

"Maybe one day, Symphony. I'm sorry. I'll talk to you later."

The phone call ended abruptly, causing Symphony to sigh deeply. She sensed the upset in the cellist's voice, knowing turning down an invitation to play at the Charity Event weighed heavily on her. Her teal eyes passed between Lyra and Vinyl, resolute in their upset.

"She's right up your alley this time, Vinyl. She'll probably take a trip to the Harwan after her tea. She visits there often, just to wander around the stage. It kills me sometimes."

Lyra frowned before moving forward to gently rub the violinist's arm, offering her silent support. The violet-haired woman nodded her thanks to the mint-haired lyrist before turning to regard Vinyl once more.

"Maybe you could do something to get her out of this funk, who knows. But I've got to get back inside. Considering Frederick didn't leave yet, he's probably just been sitting there stewing. I'll do damage control, but I won't give in to him."

She turned to wrap Lyra up in a hug before stepping into Vinyl, her body melting for a moment against the blue-haired DJ.

"Take care. I'll be seeing you both again soon."

She pulled away, and with a final look, slipped back inside.

Vinyl then turned on her heel and began walking down the street toward her home, preventing Lyra from properly addressing the DJ. Annoyed, the lyrist walked quickly, moving just enough to stop the DJ in her tracks with a well-placed hand to the chest.

"V, where are you going?"

"Home, to get my keys to the Harwan. Where are you going?"

"I was going to see if you wanted to go and talk to Octavia together."

Vinyl smiled before swatting the hand off her chest. "No, Lyr, I think I got this. B's shop is close by, why don't you stop by there and get me some caramel squares to take home later?"

She smiled and stuck her tongue out, the metal ball of her tongue ring catching the light of the afternoon. Lyra frowned at the gesture, her hand skimming her hair in thought.

"Do you think it's such a good idea to talk to Octavia?"

"Why wouldn't it be? We're both musicians, maybe I can offer insight that the other high society boneheads just don't have."

The blue-streaked DJ ducked around Lyra and attempted to walk faster before Lyra snagged her wrist.

"V... Watch yourself."

Vinyl turned back around, large smile playing on mischievous lips.

"It's just a crush, Heartstrings, relax."

Smiling nervously, she finally released the DJ and watched as she marched down the street to disappear behind a corner. Sighing deeply, Lyra ran a hand across her eyes and turned on her heel, feet taking her in the direction of the candy shop.

Vinyl pushed into her apartment, cellphone tucked between her shoulder and ear.

"Yeah, Dad, I know. I told you, I'm not having that asshole perform at mom's thing. I don't have time for his ego."

"Vinyl, love, to you? Everyone's an asshole."

She heard the humor in his voice and smiled at it, pleased he wasn't upset.

"I'll get somebody, don't worry. For now, I'm gonna go butter up Octavia. She's been reclusive since the Gala incident with Pinkie."

"I heard. Best of luck, kiddo, I'll see you later."

"Bye, Dad."

She hung up the phone and slipped it back in her pocket before blowing out a strong sigh. She lifted her hands to unbutton the shirt she wore before sliding it from her shoulders and tossing it over her elbow before absently shaking her hair. Guiding herself down the hallway, she stopped at her door, pushing it open with a booted foot before slipping easily inside. She tossed the shirt over her shoulder toward the hamper, pleased to see it disappear into the open container. Approaching her closet, she pulled at the top drawer and fished out a white tank before slipping it on, finding comfort in the familiar weight.

Turning around, the DJ approached her side table and slid open the top drawer, plucking out the small set of keys that rested peacefully in the wooden haven. The jockey headed toward the door before pausing, carmine eyes turning to look back at the messy bed. Without thinking, Vinyl approached the queen sized bed and made it, neatly tucking the sheet in and folding down the covers. Pleased, the DJ left the room, leaving the door cracked in her wake. Upon entering the living room, Vinyl made a beeline for the coffee table and picked up her earbuds, her fingers nimbly placing the rubber stops in their rightful place before heading for the exit. Locking the door in midstride, Vinyl clicked the door shut behind her and continued downstairs, her journey stopping for a moment in the elevator as it descended the few floors to the lobby.

Once inside the lavish downstairs, she nodded her head to the doorman who tipped his hat in response, a large grin shaping his young face. Vinyl pushed open the glass doors and stepped back into the sunlight, her fingers playing with the audio settings on her phone as she connected her headphones and slid the device back into her pocket. A smooth bass soon greeted her, allowing a cheshire grin to twist her mouth and her head to bob sensuously with her newest tune. Hailing a cab, Vinyl was shocked as one stopped almost immediately. Once inside, her sunglassed focus landed on the driver, her chin tipping in direction.

"The Harwan, please."

Octavia sighed as she ran her hands over the cloth armrests of her chair. She had been sitting in the empty theatre hall for what felt like hours, though she was aware it had only been less than one. She fidgeted, her mind recalling the horrible emotion she had felt that night at the Castle all those months ago. Her throat almost closed at the aspect, the intense feeling stealing her breath with its icy fingers. Feeling compelled to pace, Octavia bounced out of her front row seat and began to pace before the stage, mind racing.

Swallowing her despair, Octavia turned her attention to the stage, her feet unknowingly moving her toward the side steps that led to the massive platform. Quietly, Octavia slipped into the shadows, her muscle memory taking her the well-travelled path to the steps. With ease she climbed them and stood just behind the curtain, her teary amethyst eyes trained on the shiny floor of her favorite venue. Slowly, she moved forward onto the polished floor of the stage, the click of her heels echoing loudly in the empty space.

The cellist stopped just beside the piano that sat on stage just outside the halo of light, her bare fingers moving up to dance along the silky black surface of the grand piano. Her eyes lost focus as her mind replayed the shows she had performed on that very stage, the pain of those memories threatening to spill over into the tears currently stinging her eyes.

"You know it's just a piano, right?"

Upon hearing the voice, Octavia snapped her head around, mulberry eyes focusing on the blue-haired DJ hovering near the front row of seats in the auditorium. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, eyebrows knitting in concentration.

"Can I help you?"

Vinyl walked into the light, a grin tugging at her lips.

"You're Octavia, right?"

"I am. I suppose you've come to laugh at me, is that it? Well, you can forget it, I won't stand here and--"

Vinyl held up her hands, the motion ceasing Octavia's hurried exit of the stage.

"Whoa, calm down. I'm not here to laugh at you, promise."

"Then who are you?"

"I know your friend Symphony, if that helps."

"Symphony Strings? How could someone like you know someone like her?"

Vinyl chuckled and walked forward, her bespeckled gaze never leaving Octavia. She disappeared for a moment before reappearing on the opposite side of the stage, her hands up in a sign of peace.

"Oh, I've been around. I know most of the Orchestra, as a matter of fact."

Octavia eyed her suspiciously as she crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to hide her discomfort. Her eyes looked Vinyl up and down, the emotion in them well hidden from the DJ.

"And you are?"

Vinyl smiled and walked a few more steps before stopping to reach her hand out. She smiled again, attempting to reassure the other woman.

"The name's Vinyl Scratch, or Pon-3. Depends who you talk to."

Octavia looked at the hand, uncertain. However, her societal upbringing refused to allow the dismissal of the gesture, and she walked the two steps to shake the DJ's hand. She receded shortly after, eyes never leaving the strange form. Vinyl, to her credit, took the scrutiny well as she offered a small smile as comfort. Octavia again crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing once more at the DJ's presence. Vinyl took the initiative, her mouth opening to speak.

"I heard you're done with playing the cello. How true is that?"

Octavia huffed and grasped tightly at her upper arms, an unwanted chill skittering down her spine.

"Though it's of absolutely no concern of yours, the statement is implicitly true. I feel as though I no longer deserve the right to play."

Vinyl was slightly taken aback at the tone in which the cellist responded, her heart instantly reaching out to the hurting musician. Still, Vinyl remained calm, the small smile still present on her lips.

"And if I could ask, why are you giving it up?"

Octavia shot her eyes back up and rested on the large purple lenses currently looking back at her. She couldn't make out the reasoning behind the situation, and a voice in her mind whispered negativity in her ear, adding to her unease. Her face twisted in anger, normally placid eyes igniting.

"Surely you have heard the news of the Gala and that horrible display of the uncivilized mingling with the upper class."

Vinyl's smile only grew at the information, her brain casting aside the mild jab at her favorite party girl.

"I didn't hear about it, per say, but I was there."

Octavia torched the DJ with a withering glare, her eyes mixing dangerously with her outrage and inner turmoil.

"Surely you can understand my predicament. I can't even show my face around this city anymore. My biggest critics were there that night, forever blacklisting me to the Elite of this town. To put it plainly, my career is over."

Vinyl shook her head, her feet moving a step closer to the cellist.

"You weren't the only one on that stage, if I can remember. Beauty, Frederick and Parish were also there. Are they blacklisted, too?"

The cellist focused on the DJ, the tears she felt earlier attempting to reappear. She shook her head, a manicured hand moving up to sweep away the black locks from her shoulders. The mental reliving of that moment sat painfully in her chest, causing a potent nausea to swirl in the deepest recesses of her soul.

"That's different."

Vinyl raised a pierced eyebrow, perturbed.

"It's not different, Octavia. You just lost your nerve. And if you like, I'd be more than happy to help."

The raven-haired woman stared at the DJ, face twisting in a hideous mask of anger and shock.

"I don't even know you. I don't take well to your street-walking kind, either. Now if you please, vacate the stage and leave me to my misery."

Octavia turned toward the piano and approached before collapsing on the piano bench, tears again stinging her eyes. Vinyl waited for a moment, the humor of the cellist's comment tickling her intrigue. Slowly, she approached the cellist before she stood just before her, hidden eyes roaming the dejected form of the musician.

"I want you to play right now because when you play, it's one of the most incredible sounds I've ever heard. I'm not going to sit idly by and let that talent go to waste because you lost your confidence. Got me?"

Octavia looked up, eyes ringed red. She shook her head, defiance strong.

"You don't know anything about me. And I'd be hard pressed to think that someone like you even knows anything about classical music. Please, just leave me alone."

Vinyl knelt before her, her body twisting so she could peek at Octavia from below the halo of black hair she hid within.

"I know that you play with heart, and that's more than most musicians in your line of work. I'm going to get the cello from the back, and you are going to play it."

With that, Vinyl stood and approached the rear curtains before disappearing between them. For long minutes, Octavia sat in the silence of the venue, heart aching in her chest. The rustle of fabric caught her attention, her eyes turning toward the noise against her will. Her eyes took in the sight of Vinyl as she carried the large case and a chair, the cellist's emotional pain slightly ebbing away. She stood reflexively as Vinyl placed the chair and then sat down the case before kneeling to undo the snaps. Octavia felt herself drawn to the large instrument, a familiarity building in her chest as her eyes raked over the polished body of the house cello.

Vinyl lifted the large instrument before refocusing on Octavia. After a moment, the jockey smiled and offered the instrument. Octavia reached up before hesitating, her eyebrows twitching with heavy thought. Finally, she closed the space between them and clasped the neck of the cello, the familiar feel of the wood under her hands making her tingle with forgotten energy. Vinyl knelt again before plucking free the bow and handing it over to the silent Octavia. Bending a third time, the blue-haired DJ clicked the case closed before hefting it out of the way to lean against the piano.

"Just one song."

Octavia breathed deeply before beginning the slow approach to the chair that sat lonely at center stage. She sat down gracefully and positioned the cello to rest against her at the perfect angle, her body falling into its normal stance. The foreign cello felt strange in her hands, the weight just slightly different from her own. She arranged herself, forcing her tense muscles to relax. Bringing the bow upwards, she felt a tremble in her hand, an alien feeling to her when holding the familiar instrument. She again attempted to bring up the bow but faltered, a growing strain morphing into a slight panic that welled up within her ribcage.

The cellist squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to kill the fear that tickled the back of her mind as her memories of the Gala renewed with vigor in their onslaught. Her bow hand dropped as she leaned her chin on the bridge of the instrument, an unearthly defeat settling in over the musician.

Vinyl, from her position just on the cusp of light, frowned. She walked toward the piano and sat down, her hands moving to lift the cover before her fingers gently tapped the keys. After a moment, she looked up to see Octavia eyeing her strangely, her lavender eyes brimming with raw emotion. Vinyl smiled reassuringly before cracking her knuckles.

"Play what you feel."

Her voice was barely a whisper that was covered a moment later by a soothing melody coming from the piano. Vinyl closed her hidden eyes as she played, the notes flowing from her easily, her fingers dancing nimbly across the white and black keys. Her head weaved in time with the music, the notes cascading across her subconscious with perfected grace. Octavia, upon hearing the soothing tune, closed her eyes as well, her mind sorting through the many songs in her repertoire, her hands going up to play on their own accord.

Gently, the cellist played slowly at first before gaining courage, the enchanting music from the piano backing her own confidence. As the second passed, Octavia's fervor increased, the tone of the music shifting to deepen, the melody pulsing free of the instrument as Octavia passed with sure, easy strokes. So enthralled with her music, the cellist had failed to notice the piano ebbing away before finally ceasing, allowing Vinyl to look over Octavia with a contagious smile.

For long minutes, Octavia played passionately, the song spilling forth encompassing her entire focus. Eventually, the song wound down, and as the final note played, Octavia opened her eyes to the applause from the DJ behind her. Red-faced, the cellist turned to regard the jockey.

"I hadn't realized you had ceased your playing or I myself would have ceased as well."

Vinyl shook her head, her smile growing brighter as she leaned her chin in the palm of her hand, elbow perched on the piano.

"I wouldn't have let you stop. How do you feel?"

Octavia paused for a moment, her eyes shifting with her thoughts.

"I feel... light. I didn't think I'd ever feel it again."

Vinyl nodded and stood, pushing the bench back with her legs before closing the lid of the piano. She approached the cellist before stopping just beside her, her sunglass-ridden eyes scanning the still flushed Octavia.

"Do you think you can honestly quit?"

"No, I... I don't know. I'm still so very uncertain. But it simply feels marvelous to play again. I've craved my cello with such fervor, but my fear was too daunting."

The cellist looked up, her eyes taking on a new emotion as she looked at the other musician.

"You play the piano-- that song... did you write it?"

Vinyl shrugged, smile mysterious.

"Yeah. I know my way around some tunes."

"It helped. I don't think I would have been able to begin without it. So thank you."

Vinyl nodded before holding out her hand, waiting patiently as the cellist unfurled from the instrument and handed it back to the musician; Vinyl carried the cello back to the case and slipped it inside before bringing the case over to Octavia. The raven-haired woman handed over the bow and watched as Vinyl carefully packed up the large instrument. Vinyl lifted it and headed back toward the curtains, intent on returning the cello to the storage area. Reflexively, Octavia followed.

"How did you get the cello?"

Vinyl absently waved her free hand before slipping through the heavy curtains, stopping to keep them open for Octavia before continuing onward toward the back.

"Oh, my uh, friend's dad owns the place. I borrow her keys from time to time and sneak around. I used to play here a lot, but with the DJing picking up, I haven't had too much time. I miss it, it's peaceful."

Vinyl reached for her keys as she stopped at the proper door, her hands moving to prop the cello up against the door. Unlocking the massive door, she pulled, opening it up just enough to slip inside. She disappeared for a moment as she returned the cello before reemerging and locking the door behind her. Both women headed back toward the stage, an easy silence between them. As they passed through the curtains once more, Octavia turned a serious eye to the blue-haired woman.

"What was your original reason for coming here to the Harwan?"

Vinyl faltered a moment before looking up, the reflective purple lenses she wore catching the bright stage lights.

"Honestly? I wanted to come help you out. You know, one musician to another."

Pleased with the answer, Octavia nodded before setting her eyes forward across the large expanse of seating before them.

"I'm still afraid. I felt so absolutely terrified when I sat down on that chair, and you were the only one here. I don't know if I'll ever shake that feeling... Not knowing-- it's killing me."

Vinyl nodded before turning to face the cellist head on.

"Well, don't worry. We'll work on that tomorrow."

Octavia snapped her head to the side, eyes clouded with confusion.

"I beg your pardon?"

Vinyl pulled free a card from her pocket and handed it to the cellist, a smirk shaping her lips.

"What time's good for you? I got a gig later tonight, so I'll probably sleep til like... noon."

Octavia looked at the DJ for a moment before a small smile traced her lips, a small chuckle escaping as her eyes checked over the card.

"Well, Pon-3, I suppose you won't grant me the allowance of declining your invitation?"

"Not a chance."

Octavia thought for a moment before looking over the DJ again, her head nodding after a moment.

"I suppose 1 o'clock then?"

Vinyl offered her hand, intent on finalizing the deal. Octavia shook it firmly, an innate sadness echoing from her eyes. Vinyl bowed gently as their hands released, drawing an embarrassed chuckle from the cellist before she straightened, smile ever present.

"Bring your cello, it'll make you feel better. And now, if you're ready?"

Octavia nodded as they left the stage and headed up the middle row for the exit. Once outside, Octavia squinted before regarding the DJ seriously.

"Tomorrow, then?"

Vinyl nodded before tossing up her hand in a small wave as she turned to walk toward her destination. Octavia looked after her for a long while, eyes focused on the mysterious DJ. After a moment, Octavia smiled and scanned the street before tossing up her hand.

"Taxi!"

Octavia kicked open the door to her apartment a few hours later, her body exhausted but her thoughts buzzing. Kicking off the black heels she wore, she approached her expensive couch and collapsed on it, her breathe shooting upward to move a bang from her face. Lifting her arm above her head, her hand felt around for the phone on the side table before eventually bringing it forward. Scanning the contact list, Octavia paused over the number to her closest friend and pressed dial, waiting patiently for the woman to pick up.

"Oh, hey, Octavia. What's up?"

"Symphony, I had the strangest encounter this afternoon. A DJ with blue, two-tone hair crept up on me while I was in the Harwan... and scared the living daylights out of me. She said she was a friend of yours, is that true?"

"Oh yeah, that's Vinyl... What happened? Everything okay?"

"Yes. Fine, actually. I played the cello today, Symphony..."

Tears unwittingly sprung to her eyes, the thick droplets squeezing free before Octavia could properly react to their presence.

"Wow, Octavia! Vinyl got you over your fear?"

Octavia sniffled, her uncertainty slipping away.

"For the moment, yes. It felt incredible to play. It was strange, the effect she had. I don't even really know her, though she helped me effortlessly. She said she'll work with me again tomorrow. It's so very bizarre."

"Tomorrow? Really? Are you excited?"

"Yes... I think I am. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Congratulations, Octavia. I hope you can get back to it, we all miss you."

"Thank you, Symphony. Good night."

The cellist hung up her phone and crossed an arm over her eyes, smile crinkling her lips. She sprung up suddenly, body humming with nervous energy. She approached the window and slipped it open, the cool night breeze ruffling her thick, black tresses. Leaning on her arms, Octavia closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of the night's cool breeze. After a moment, the lavender eyes opened again, her focus on the city below.

"Until tomorrow, Vinyl Scratch."

Tonight

Vinyl sighed heavily as she trekked toward the front doors of the Harwan, coffee clenched loosely in her hand. Leaning against the heavy door, the DJ slowly pulled her keys from the shorts she wore, pausing only to rearrange her cup before sliding in the key and unlocking the tumbler. Pushing back from the building, Vinyl leaned backward and tugged on the handle, pulling open the ornate doors before slipping inside the lobby and heading toward the main stage. The normally energetic DJ lagged as she walked, the lack of sleep from last night catching up quickly.

Moving into the main room, Vinyl brought up the lights and then stepped outward, direction heading toward backstage. The DJ approached the large black piano and sat at the bench, her tired arm allowing her a long swallow of the still-hot coffee. Leaning back against the piano, Vinyl let out a long breath as she relaxed a moment, chancing closing her eyes for a second. Briefly feeling herself slip away, Vinyl jerked forward, sunglasses jostling slightly at the violent motion. Grunting to herself, the DJ hefted to her feet, the exhaustion in her body greatly hampering the normally fluid motion.

Taking a moment to walk around the stage, coffee in hand, Vinyl languidly paced, attempting to shake the sleep from her eyes. It had been almost 5 by the time Vinyl had returned from her DJing at Rave, having been kept by a drunken Lyra whose only intention was recanting all of her childhood in one mistake-riddled night. Even after sleepily stumbling in her door at the ridiculous hour, Vinyl had been drawn to her equipment, a new muse taking hold of the DJ for long hours. After she had eventually finished, the time had worn to almost ten, causing the DJ to curse her habits as she attempted to switch back into a normal mode of existence.

A smile formed on the DJ's lips as she recalled the session she went through just this morning, the splendor she felt at creating new music helping in the release of sleep from her sore body. Pausing just beside the large piano, Vinyl tucked her free arm around her midsection, her thoughts again wandering to the powerful urge to create musical perfection. Tossing a look over her shoulder, Vinyl ran her glasses-covered eyes over the piano, a mischievous grin taking shape on perfect lips.

Turning to face the piano, Vinyl placed the throwaway cup on the edge of the instrument before taking a seat, her hands moving up to reflexively uncover the keys. Flexing her fingers, the DJ placed her hands before playing softly, an unnamed tune pouring out of the blue-haired woman with incredible precision. After playing the piece in its entirety, Vinyl leaned back, body humming with energy at the music. Pushing the bench back with her legs, the DJ began an energetic pace of the stage, her fingers itching to create once more. Flipping her sight upward, Vinyl peered at the clock hidden just out of sight, mind ticking away the time it would take for Octavia to arrive.

Pleased at the hour she still had, Vinyl slipped through the back curtains and turned, feet taking her toward a back office. Taking out her keys, Vinyl used the correct one, skillfully unlocking the door as she slipped inside. Grabbing the black hardcase from the corner of the room, Vinyl exited just as easily as she came, stopping briefly to lock the door behind her. Moving along the back hallways of the venue, Vinyl stopped at the stage to drop off the instrument before heading toward the storage closet. Again, she disappeared before emerging, a large amplifier pushed under her direction toward the stage.

Shuffling through the curtains, Vinyl disappeared to another part of backstage as she set up the amp, connecting it to the main power of the large theatre. Plugging a long cable in the amp, Vinyl slowly slid back toward the stage, smile only growing as she continued. Moving back toward the lights of the stage, she tossed down the cord as she bent down to open the hardshell, eyes glittering with pleasure at seeing the sleek instrument in the silk-lined case.

Lifting the revered guitar upward, she slid the blue strap over her shoulder and settled the weight of the instrument against her hips, pausing to revel in the familiar feeling of the V. Stooping to grab the cord, the DJ hooked up her guitar and adjusted the volume just slightly, spine tingling as the gentle hum greeted her. Fingers absently moving up to stroke the strings, Vinyl settled her fingers in a simple chord before bending again to grab a pick from the case. Kicking away the case, Vinyl settled into her familiarity, left hand again shifting upward to tickle the frets of the custom V, a small 'heh' escaping the DJ as she plucked a string.

The soundwave washed over her, chills exploding across the pale skin to leave fields of goosebumps across her flesh. Sliding her fingers down the strings, she reveled in the sound from the amp before she fell into playing, fingers shifting quickly across the neck as she played. For long minutes, the DJ played, the almost forgotten song working to ignite an intense flame in the woman, the sound erupting a long-dormant passion inside her that shifted into a heat that warmed her entire body.

Skilled fingers shifted easily over the strings, alternating between trills and gentle strumming, her body eventually fading into a full song, causing the DJ to bounce around the stage in overjoyed motion. After a while, the DJ stilled, her hands dropping the guitar to hang against her hips, her smile impossibly wider after the shortened session. Again her eyes drifted to the clock, a chuckle escaping after realizing she had spent almost the whole hour playing. Laugh growing, Vinyl slid off the guitar and unplugged it before tossing the cord just behind the curtain, intent on moving it later. She placed the V back in its case and closed it before placing it on top of the piano. Grabbing the cold coffee, Vinyl made quick work of the center walkway, her body exploding out of the building as her eyes searched the street for any signs of Octavia.

Exactly at one, a large yellow cab pulled up outside the Harwan, the back door opening to reveal the cellist as she slid smoothly from the rear seating. From her perch against the wall, Vinyl whistled low, shadowed eyes taking in the exquisitely dressed Octavia as she slammed the door shut, rearranged her purse, and approached the trunk, the lid having been popped by the driver that scrambled out of his seat to assist the musician. Vinyl smirked as her eyes slid over the nervous Octavia, carefully taking in the pencil skirt and plain gray blouse she wore, fingers tingling at the sight. Seeing the man struggling to free the large cello from the back, Vinyl pushed off from the building and tossed her empty cup in the trash as she approached.

Nodding to the driver, Vinyl turned toward Octavia, smiled etched on her face.

"How punctual. Back it up, I got it."

Octavia stepped back from the car, allowing Vinyl the room to easily slide the cello and its case from the trunk of the cab. The driver, thankful it was out of his car, tipped his hat to the women before sliding back in and pulling easily back into traffic. Octavia turned her attention back to the DJ, her lavender eyes taking a long minute to travel across the white camisole and gray-and-black plaid board shorts that the DJ wore, focus hovering over the chain attached to musician.

"What... are you wearing?"

Vinyl, amused, looked down at the simple outfit before glancing back up at the socialite.

"Clothes? What are you wearing?"

Absently, Octavia straightened her blouse.

"I had brunch with my parents."

Vinyl nodded before turning toward the Harwan, cello in hand. Octavia shuffled forward until she was beside Vinyl, heels clicking against the sidewalk before entering the building. Vinyl made easy work of the center walk before shifting over and heading toward the side steps, stopping only when she leaned the cello against the piano.

"Sorry, I forgot the chair. Be right back."

Octavia placed her purse to the side and settled on the stage, hands clasped in front of her as her eyes wandered the vast space. Looking toward the right, she paused for a moment, mulberry gaze taking in the large amp just inside the curtain. Vinyl's reemergence distracted her from the thought, however, and she smiled automatically at the DJ as she placed the chair back at center stage. Once she straightened, Vinyl smiled at Octavia.

"Do you want to try and play on your own, or should I play for you again?"

Octavia frowned suddenly, the unease in her shoulders building quickly.

"I don't... know. I suppose I'll try on my own, first."

Vinyl nodded and went to remove the cello from its case, the weary eyes of the cellist working her over as she carefully lifted the large instrument. Grabbing the bow, Vinyl walked the few steps to the tense Octavia and offered the well-loved instrument to its master. Nodding, Octavia reached out, pausing just for a moment before grasping the instrument and sitting down. Adjusting her angle, Octavia pulled the cello against her, the large instrument finding its nook instantly. Pleased, Vinyl smiled and receded, her body moving to sit on the bench just out of sight of the cellist.

Octavia breathed in deeply before exhaling slowly, her bow hand lifting to rest against the strings, though it moved no further. Octavia shuddered, shoulders tensing as she looked down at her beloved cello, feeling instantly ashamed of the large instrument in her grasp.

"Octavia?"

The cellist jumped at the voice, not realizing Vinyl had come to stand beside her. Octavia shifted her focus over, lavender eyes staring intently at the blue Chucks the DJ wore. Swallowing, the musician finally lifted her eyes to regard the jockey.

"Yes, Vinyl?"

"When did you learn you loved the cello?"

Octavia blew out a breath, the motion causing the carefully placed bangs to shift gently. Slipping her eyes closed, Octavia focused on the memory, a familiar feeling building in her chest at recalling the first time she had heard the alluring music. Opening her eyes, she refocused on Vinyl who had dropped to the stage to sit Indian-style, mouth curled up in innocent curiosity. Offering a sad smile to the DJ, Octavia inhaled before responding.

"When I was a little girl, I had gathered a love for all things classically composed. Being the daughter of Virtuosa Cash and Viktor Melody, I grew up knowing and loving the finer things in life. On my eighth birthday, my father finally caved at my wishes for seeing a live, classical music act. So on that same night, my father and I arranged a trip to this very theatre."

Vinyl snickered, smile widening at the cellist.

"Got a lot of memories here, don't you, Tavi?"

Reacting instantly to the nickname, Octavia scrunched her nose, displeased.

"If you would be so kind, could you please refrain from using that name? It's simply barbaric."

Vinyl laughed out loud at the offense, drawing a red-faced huff from the dark-haired woman. Holding her hands up in surrender, the DJ flicked her fingers forward, silently urging onward.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be good. Now, you were saying?"

Taking a moment to smooth her hair out of habit, Octavia readjusted herself and cleared her throat, lavender eyes shifting to focus on the smirking DJ.

"Yes, as I was saying.... It was a chilly night, having been in the dwindling days of November... I remember being bundled up in my favorite pea coat and clinging to my father's hand as he led me through the front doors and toward our seats. It was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen... This theatre, so rich in class and steeped so deeply in culture... I'll never forget the sensation I felt the moment I saw it lit up before the show."

The lavender eyes of the cellist moved across the auditorium before her, a strong sense of reverence echoing through her. She chuckled to herself and shook her head before bringing her emotionally-fueled gaze back to the DJ.

"It's still the same, this place. Not a detail has changed, and it is still my absolute favorite place to perform. This is the same place I saw her, and felt an incredible need to pursue, just as she did that night. After my father and I sat, not long after the lights dimmed, a surreal silence swept across the entire gathering. Instantly, I felt the anticipation buzzing around me. My heart almost burst free of my chest at the tremor that pulsed through all those people."

Vinyl nodded in respectful silence, intrigued as she watched the cellist vividly recall the memory from so long ago. Octavia, who had closed her eyes as if to watch the memory dance across her mind's eye, shifted to refocus on the DJ, hooded lavender eyes glowing.

"After a moment of waiting, a lone spotlight lit the stage, and from the left, she emerged. She was elegantly dressed in a pitch black performance suit, and around her neck was the trademark emerald bowtie. She was the very image of class and grace; her long red hair had an energy all its own, and from my seat in the very front row, I could see the fire in those sharp, carmine eyes. That image struck me so, I was virtually speechless for the entire performance, so wrapped up in the sight of her."

Octavia stared outward as she recanted, her eyes losing their focus as the image of the musician came rushing back to her with force.

"I watched in rapt silence as she played the cello with absolutely no effort. The entire performance, her eyes remained closed, as if playing directly from her soul with little regard. So much passion, so much skill and poise... Camille Violoncelle captured everything I ever wanted in one, solitary moment... The very next day, my father bought me my first cello, and I dedicated my life to perfecting the craft."

Vinyl nodded before getting to her feet, smile mysterious.

"That feeling... remember that feeling, Octavia, and play."

Octavia relaxed for a moment before lifting her playing hand once more, this time allowing the bow to slide sensuously across the strings. Taking her cue, Vinyl back pedaled before sitting on the bench, her focus enthralled by the music currently coursing through the atmosphere. For a long time, Octavia simply played, switching between pieces with practiced ease. The tempo shifted every so often, the tone of the music fluctuating as Octavia played with varying degrees of emotion. Vinyl sat on the piano bench, hand in her chin as her elbow leaned casually on the instrument just beside her, smile pleased. The DJ slipped her eyes closed as she focused on the notes, the soothing music swirling masterfully around her.

Eventually, Octavia slowed her play before finally stopping to collect herself, bothered by the thin layer of sweat forming at her hair line. The cellist turned in her seat, lavender eyes searching for the DJ. For a moment, she simply stared at the blue-haired woman before Vinyl finally reacted, her body shifting backward to stand. Slowly approaching the cellist, the DJ kept her movement smooth, mouth twitching in a smile. She stopped just beside the raven-haired woman before a full smile split her lips, causing the cellist to shift nervously.

"That was... incredible."

Octavia flushed at the compliment, suddenly apprehensive.

"I played what I felt."

Vinyl nodded and gently nudged the cellist, grin cheshire.

"Know how long you played?"

Octavia shook her head at the question, unsure of what time had transgressed.

"No. How long was it?"

Vinyl chuckled for a minute before refocusing her shadowed gaze on the cellist.

"Almost two hours."

"Two-- Goodness, Vinyl, I didn't mean to..."

The DJ shook her head quickly, the motion drawing a frown from the seated player.

"Relax, Octy, it was amazing just to watch. You lost yourself in your music, and that's something you need if you're gonna get back on that horse of yours."

Narrowing her eyes, Octavia stood, balancing her cello on its retractable endpin before moving her supporting hand to clasp the scroll atop the large instrument, allowing the cellist to lean toward the DJ with little restraint.

"My name is Octavia, Miss Pon-3."

Vinyl chuckled at the attempted menace before sticking out her tongue at the cellist. Octavia, upon seeing the metal ball of the DJ's tongue ring, jerked back reflexively.

"My word, what is that?"

Vinyl pulled her tongue back in and paused for a moment, mouth twitching into an even larger smile.

"It's called a tongue ring, prissy pants."

Octavia tore her eyes from the DJ's mouth to shift upward to the double stud in the jockey's eyebrow. Laughing humorlessly, Octavia straightened in her pose, face twisting with displeasure.

"You have metal in your face, metal in your mouth... Is there anywhere else on you that has metal where there should not be metal?"

Vinyl stood for a moment before shrugging, hands moving to tug at the hem of the camisole she wore. Octavia reacted quickly, free hand shaking before her as she shifted her focus away from the DJ, mildly horrified.

"Oh, for the love of Celestia, please don't."

Vinyl paused, shirt up just enough to expose the bar in her navel. For a handful of seconds, Octavia kept her eyes shut and face turned before slowly opening the nervous lavender eyes to peak meekly at the DJ. Gaze landing on the black note beside the third offending piercing, Octavia shifted forward at the sight.

"Your eighth notes are backwards!"

Vinyl chuckled at the statement, causing the muscles in the toned stomach to twitch as she laughed. Sliding her shirt back down, Vinyl put her hands on her hips as she regarded the appalled cellist.

"Yep. Always been a little off the beaten path. I can't help how nature decided to brand me, now can I? Personally, I think they're awesome."

Octavia leaned back on her heels, her mind reeling at the backward notes.

"That would drive me absolutely insane."

Vinyl laughed again before poking at the cellist's hip, lip sliding between white teeth as she rocked forward on the balls of her feet.

"Why, what's your mark?"

Huffing, Octavia absently smoothed the fabric of her blouse before shaking her head at the curious DJ.

"Sorry, Vinyl, but that is for my eyes alone."

Smirking, the blue-haired DJ shook her head.

"I can just ask Symphony, she'll tell me."

Octavia, having started toward her case, turned to look over her shoulder before ignoring the question and reaching for the handle. Opening the snaps with her free hand, she slipped the case downward to lie open on the stage before gently placing the prized cello back into the safety of the hard case. Sliding her bow into its rightful place, Octavia closed the lid and secured it before standing up once again, lavender eyes focused on the quiet DJ.

"Symphony hasn't ever seen the mark on my skin."

Vinyl nodded, hands moving upward in surrender.

"Okay, you win."

Satisfied, Octavia nodded before hefting the large case and walked a few steps forward, focus set on exiting the stage. Vinyl walked the few steps to stop her, hand absently reaching for the case in her hand.

"Ya know, you can just leave it here. There's no point in lugging it back and forth if you're just going to keep coming back to practice."

Octavia hesitated for a minute before slowly nodding, gracefully handing over the instrument to Vinyl. The pair headed toward the back of the stage and slipped through the curtains, Octavia reflexively walking toward the storage area. Confused when Vinyl turned the other way, she walked quickly to catch up to the DJ.

"Where are we going? Aren't you putting it in storage?"

Vinyl shook her head at the question and shot a quick smile to the confused cellist.

"Nah, it might get confused back there. I'm gonna put it somewhere safe, so nobody touches it."

Walking a few more steps, Vinyl stopped suddenly before cursing under her breath, body twisting back around to regard the raven-haired musician.

"I left my damn guitar on the stage piano."

Shifting the large instrument over to the smaller woman, Vinyl slipped past Octavia before disappearing. Emerging from the shadows a moment later, Vinyl continued her journey toward the back office, stopping only to switch cases with Octavia to make the transition easier. The glasses-toting DJ stopped at the proper door and stooped to stand up the cello before fishing out the keys and unlocking the heavy door. Once inside, she flipped the switch on the wall and motioned for Octavia to follow.

Octavia gasped at the large space, eyes instantly drawing toward the large desk positioned tastefully in the corner.

"Vinyl, what on earth are you doing in Record's office!?"

Tossing a delinquent smile toward the cellist, Vinyl laughed out loud in the space between them.

"I keep my guitar in here. Guy's never back in, don't worry."

Suddenly feeling nervous, Octavia stepped backward.

"Vinyl, how can you just waltz into this man's office and stow your instruments in it??"

Her whisper was harsh in the still atmosphere, causing Vinyl to chuckle mercilessly.

"Relax, Octavia. We're just keeping our things safe."

Propping the large cello case in the corner, the blue-haired jockey turned and held her hand out to Octavia, motioning for the case she still held tightly in her grasp. Uncertain, Octavia clenched it tighter before finally relinquishing control and sliding the handle into Vinyl's waiting grasp. Leaning the guitar against the cello, Vinyl finally turned and grabbed the cellist's hand, pulling both of them out of the vast office before closing and locking the door behind them. Vinyl turned toward Octavia in that moment, shadowed face alight with mischief.

"Calmed down yet?"

Octavia shook her head before following Vinyl out of the web of hallways and back onto the stage. Once in the open space, Octavia sighed deeply, mood suddenly shifting. Vinyl, sensing the sudden change, approached Octavia to stand just before her.

"Hey, why the long face?"

"I don't think I can do this. It feels good while I'm doing it, but the after effect... It's just..."

Vinyl nudged the cellist, waiting patiently until she looked up.

"You got this, Melody. Don't even worry about it, okay?"

Octavia shook her head, nerves humming.

"You don't know that. As much as I want it to be behind me, it's still very much in the way."

Vinyl frowned at the news before she tilted her head up, lips moving in a pout as she thought for a moment. Seconds later, she refocused her sunglass-covered eyes to quietly regard the cellist.

"Octavia, have you ever written your own music?"

Caught off guard from the question, Octavia looked hard the DJ for an extended period before sighing, shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Once. I never finished the piece."

"What stopped you?"

Octavia absently rubbed her upper arm, a strange feeling swirling in her gut.

"Honestly, I don't know."

Vinyl nodded to the woman before heading toward the stairs. Octavia followed, stooping as she walked to retrieve her purse before rejoining the DJ, mind blank. Both women walked down the center aisle in companionable silence before slipping outside. Vinyl turned to lock the doors behind her before zeroing in on the cellist.

"Okay, then your homework is to finish."

Octavia looked closely at the DJ, attempting to judge her seriousness. Seeing no waver in the straightened mouth, Octavia smiled out of reflex.

"You're serious."

Offering only a nod, Vinyl smirked.

"Very. You never know what'll happen."

The cellist thought for a moment before half shrugging, her lavender eyes moving to look the DJ up and down. Stopping for a moment, the cellist looked up at the sky before looking back at Vinyl, mind racing.

"Would you like to get some coffee? I'm beginning to feel faint."

Vinyl grinned at the question before lifting a hand to run through the wild blue hair.

"Wow, only our second encounter and already you're asking me to coffee. Look at you, tiger."

Flushing at the statement, Octavia narrowed her eyes at the jockey, eyebrows twitching.

"Excuse me. I was only trying to--"

Vinyl laughed out right at the comment, her humor tickled at the emotions Octavia so easily cycled through.

"Just bustin' your balls, Mizz Melody. I'd like some sort of sustenance, I'm still running on that protein bar from this morning and the caffeine high wore off two hours ago."

In that moment, Octavia twitched, hands moving to seek the cellphone that vibrated in her purse. Seeing the contact name, she grimaced before answering the call.

"Hello, Mother."

Vinyl watched in fascination as Octavia spoke quietly into the phone, her face morphing into an array of emotions before her eyes narrowed dangerously. Conversation drawing to a close, an irritated smile crossed the cellist's face automatically, shaded eyes flashing.

"Kisses, mommy."

Octavia slid the phone back into her purse and exhaled sharply before focusing back on Vinyl.

"I'm sorry--"

Vinyl smiled and half-shrugged at the attempted explanation.

"No worries, kid. I need to crash anyway, haven't slept yet. See you tomorrow?"

Octavia frowned at the news before bobbing her head in affirmation.

"1 o'clock, sharp."

Pleased, Vinyl yawned and started off in the direction of her building, hand going up in a half-hearted goodbye, feet lagging just slightly in her gait. Octavia watched the DJ for a moment before hailing a cab, waiting patiently for one to stop.

It was the eighth day of stepping out onto the curb before the Harwan that Octavia noticed a form of happiness resurfacing in her chest. After turning back to close the door of the cab that kindly dropped her off for the eighth time, Octavia stopped in her forward journey toward the doors to look around the front of the large theatre. Vinyl had not been out front to greet her today, and Octavia frowned at the newfound information, unsure of how to proceed. Cautiously approaching the doors, a small bit of relief flooded her mind as the door opened at her command.

As she walked into the open lobby, a loud burst of music greeted her sensitive ears. Sliding through the inner doors, Octavia paused just inside the entryway, mulberry eyes trained on the DJ as she played her guitar with wild enthusiasm. The cellist watched carefully, mind twirling in wonder at the pure energy pouring from the DJ as she performed, hair wildly shaking as she tuned more into her performance.

Octavia hadn't realized she walked forward until she was just inside the first row of seats, eyes still glued on the other musician. The DJ's wild hair was damp with sweat, and the half-tank she wore clung to every curve of the jockey's lithe form, stopping just above the black and blue barbell. Spinning around in her session, Vinyl stumbled upon noticing the cellist, the music stopping suddenly as she smiled slyly, body straightening.

"Shit, it's one already? Sorry, Octavia."

Vinyl unplugged the guitar and kicked the long cord aside before wiping the blue sweatband on her upper arm across the damp forehead, cheeks flushed with effort. Octavia smiled and moved towards the steps, finally reaching the stage and approached the DJ in a smooth motion. Vinyl slid the guitar around to rest at her lower back before absently running her hand through the wild locks.

"I didn't know you played guitar, too. What can't you do?"

Vinyl chuckled and shrugged, face twisting into a wry grin.

"Eh, I have a few hobbies. I'll go get your cello."

Moving toward the piano, Vinyl lifted the guitar over her head before resting it on the piano and then disappeared through the curtains. After a moment, she reemerged, familiar case in hand. Octavia smiled at the blue-haired woman, elated as seeing the instrument again, her fingers missing it since the day before. Vinyl did as she had the past seven days, pausing to place the case before pulling the instrument free. She approached Octavia, arms outstretched to offer the instrument.

Octavia, purse still on the crook of her arm, shook her head a minute before moving to dig through the large bag. Taking out a small packet of worn papers, she offered the sheets to Vinyl. Reaching out her free hand, Vinyl gently accepted them before looking them over in curiosity.

"What's this?"

"It's my... my piece. I believe I've finished."

Vinyl looked it over, mind working to hear the notes in her head as she scanned the sheet, smile widening.

"This'll be perfect for tonight."

Confused, Octavia frowned before sliding her purse to the floor and accepting her instrument from the DJ.

"What's tonight?"

Vinyl looked up and smiled, lips smoothing in her contentment.

"Your show at the Harwan."

Octavia blanched at the news, her hands almost dropping the instrument and its bow.

"My what!?"

Author's Notes:

Not much has occurred in this chapter, but it was a necessary evil to get me to move along. Apologies for any mistakes, I've kept odd hours and tried to catch them all in my three-time review. I would also like to point out that this story is not about Octavia's redemption, but the following months after meeting Vinyl and the tentative friendship they attempt to build. You know what they say when you mix water and oil. Enjoy?

To the Nines

Vinyl held her hands up reflexively, though the ever present smile remained.

"I said--"

"I know what you said! My question is what does that even mean??"

Vinyl chuckled as she carefully handed back the sheet music to the cellist, mouth twitching into a more mischievous grin.

"What that means is you have a scheduled show for this evening. Curtain is at seven, and please... Be punctual. It's impolite to keep your fans waiting."

Vinyl grinned at the cellist, her hidden eyes surely sparkling in amusement. Octavia, still with the cello in her grasp, stepped toward the DJ, face flushed and eyes squinted in outrage.

"You. Booked. Me. A. Show?"

Vinyl nodded. She stood quietly as she watched Octavia slowly turn to approach her cello case and lovingly stow away the large instrument. Straightening, the raven-haired cellist paused for a moment before turning around, an unknown emotion fluttering across her face.

"How could you do that to me?"

Vinyl shook her head and carefully approached the upset musician, a soothing whisper escaping her lips as she moved forward. Stopping just before Octavia, Vinyl peered slightly downward at the cellist as she stood, shoulders slack in her upset. After waiting a moment for the cellist to finally look up at her, Vinyl smiled instantly.

"I wouldn't do this if I didn't think you could handle it. The longer you wait, the harder it will be for you to gather your courage. I figured, if I surprised you with it, you wouldn't have enough time to think about it and back out."

Octavia shook her head and backed up a step, suddenly uncomfortable in the space.

"Yes, Vinyl, and then what? No one comes, or I choke, or I get laughed at by the same people that were appalled at the Gala all those months ago!"

Tears pricked at her eyes and she moved to shake her head, attempting to stop the emotion she felt burning its way out of her body. Shaking, she took two steps forward, body swaying on the high heels she wore. Vinyl reached out to both steady and stop the cellist, her voice still at a low register to help calm the frazzled musician.

"Octavia, wait, stop. Look at me."

Once in the clutches of the DJ, Octavia began to cry almost uncontrollably, her body shaking violently as her mind vividly imagined the worst case scenario for the evening. She looked up at Vinyl and shook her head, confused at the blue-haired girl's action.

"I can't do this, I'm not ready-- how could you do this to me?"

Vinyl shook her head and bent downward, attempting to look at Octavia from below the hair that fell across her face, successfully blocking half her in the emotional turmoil. Finally catching the eyes of the cellist, Vinyl brought them to stand fully and face one another. Automatically, the jockey lifted her hands to soothe the emotional cellist, her hands gently clasping the woman's upper arms, thumbs circling.

"You are ready. Finishing your piece meant you have the drive and passion to continue with your career. And your show? Sold out. People from all over Canterlot bought up the tickets, and even some people from out of town. There are people here who still respect you and revere your talent, and tonight? Tonight you're going to knock the socks off all the people from the Gala, and reaffirm your seat as Equestria's most talented cellist. Okay? Can you do that?"

Octavia shuddered as she still continued to cry, her bloodshot lavender eyes looking at the DJ as she felt her body cautiously start to unwind. Eventually the tears stopped and as the cellist sniffed, she glared at the ever-confident DJ.

"You don't know what it's like to be where I am, Vinyl Scratch."

"Yeah, I do. Trust me. Are you going to do the show tonight? Or am I gonna have to call all those people and tell them that baby Tavi decided it was too scary to play at the Harwan?"

Octavia straightened at the jab, her tear-streaked face twisting in mild irritation at the DJ.

"My name is Octavia. And no, I will do this silly show, make no mistake."

Vinyl smiled and tilted her head, glasses catching a glare from the stage lights.

"What's your name again? Octy?"

"I said it's Octavia."

Vinyl began a slow pace before the cellist, her hand going up to thoughtfully rub at her jaw line, smile barely contained.

"Octavia, huh? Sounds familiar, I guess. What do you do, Miss Octavia?"

Gritting her teeth, Octavia followed Vinyl with her eyes as she casually walked a circle around her, the motion drawing out her ire.

"I'm a cellist."

"A cellist? What, is that some sort of special violinist or something?"

Blowing a short breath out her nose, Octavia crossed her arms over her chest, face twitching as she closed her eyes in irritation.

"I am a renowned solo cellist with an association to the largest Orchestra in the world."

"Wait, wait. What was your name again? Something... something..."

Opening her eyes, she turned, mouth curled in anger.

"Damn it, Vinyl! My name is Octavia Primrose Melody and I am the Principal Cellist in the Canterlot Orchestra and the recipient of the National Medal of Arts for outstanding contribution to my craft. And if you ask me one more silly question, I'm liable to bludgeon you with my cello. Do I make myself clear?"

Vinyl stopped in her casual walk, smile growing wider with each passing second. Nodding to the emotionally wound Octavia, the DJ bowed deeply.

"Crystal, my dear."

After a moment, Vinyl stood and approached Octavia, stopping just in front of the lavender-eyed woman.

"Now Octavia, take that fire in you and play my goddamn socks off."

Octavia stood perfectly still for a moment as she stared at the DJ, arms still crossed. After a long moment, Octavia's face twitched into a smile, causing the woman to shake as laughter pulsed its way through her body. She playfully nudged Vinyl before shaking her head, hands moving up to wipe the tear-streaks off her cheeks.

"You know something, Vinyl? You're one of the most unorthodox people I've ever met."

Pleased, the blue-haired woman bobbed her head before sliding back toward the piano. Hopping to sit on the large instrument, Vinyl motioned for Octavia to remove the cello from the case.

"Really, O. Play me your song, I'd like to hear it."

Octavia approached the open case and slid free the cello before approaching the chair in its place at center stage. She cast her eyes back to the DJ and smirked, red eyes cheerfully glowing.

"Well, since you've decided to make the important decisions in my life all of a sudden, I've decided to make you wait to hear my song."

Vinyl frowned suddenly, the movement catching Octavia by surprise. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Octavia stood and turned to regard the now silenced DJ.

"You made a face. What does that face mean?"

"I'm... not going to be at the show."

Octavia frowned instantly before her eyebrows turned up in anger.

"Why not? Vinyl, you've worked just as hard as I have, why wouldn't you come?"

"I'm sorry, Octavia. I've had an important gig set up since well before this. I can't... break commitment."

Eyes hardening, Octavia straightened to her full height before nodding curtly.

"Very well."

She spun and returned to her seat, face set in stone. From her perch atop the piano, Vinyl frowned before sliding downward and approached the cellist.

"Hey, Octavia--"

"That's all right, Vinyl."

She turned her face up, lavender eyes igniting.

"I suppose I'll have to learn to play without you one way or another."

Vinyl winced at the acid in the words before slowly backing up to reclaim her seat at the piano. Octavia began to play in that instance, the intense music working its way around the DJ, leaving fiery trails across her distracted conscious. Vinyl sighed heavily, discontent.

For only an hour, Octavia played, pleased enough with her performance. She turned to stand before making her way toward the case to pack up the instrument. Once secure, Octavia stood before the downcast Vinyl, face neutral. Without a word, Vinyl stood and took the cello from the woman before walking to return it to its safe place. The blue-streaked woman appeared not long after, face set as she slowly approached the waiting Octavia. The raven-haired woman tapped her foot absently, her steely gaze shifting around the auditorium as her mind raced. Turning to regard Vinyl, the lavender-eyed musician nodded before beginning her retreat for the door.

Vinyl filed out just behind Octavia, briefly stopping to make sure the doors were secure before turning toward the stone-faced performer.

"Octavia, I'm sorry."

Shaking her head, she pinned the DJ with a smoky gaze, lips twisting in a frown.

"I want you to be there. You've done so much for me already, Vinyl... It doesn't seem fair for me to be up on that stage and not have you reap the benefits of your hard work."

Vinyl scoffed, a bemused smile forming.

"I didn't do any work. All I did was throw you out of an airplane without a parachute and told you to fly."

Octavia's eyes softened at the comment, smile tugging at her lips.

"This'll be the last time we meet here at 1 o'clock, isn't it?"

Vinyl chuckled before shrugging, hands moving up to tangle in the already-wild hair.

"Probably."

Concerned at the word, Octavia shifted forward, eyebrows drawn in concentration.

"Will I never see you again, either?"

Vinyl chuckled at the cellist before gently poking at the other woman.

"Jeez, Octavia, I'm not dying. You still have my number, right? Hit me up sometime."

Chuckling to relieve the tension she felt building in her shoulders, Octavia nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, your card is still somewhere in my possession. Maybe I will call you sometime, who knows? Maybe I'll miss your horrible fashion choices. Maybe I'll even miss those dreadful piercings."

Vinyl took the ribbing well, hand moving to ruffle the perfect bangs of the cellist. Octavia absently swatted at the hand, a joyful laugh erupting from her chest at the simple motion. Sobering a moment, Vinyl focused on Octavia as they stood quietly for a moment.

"Good luck tonight, Octavia Melody. Knock 'em dead for me."

The jockey offered her hand in truce to the woman, calm smile a lasting presence on her placid face. Pausing to look down at the offering, Octavia crinkled her nose as she smiled before moving to wrap the surprised DJ in a hug.

"Thank you, Vinyl Scratch, for helping me fly."

Vinyl pulled back after a moment and nodded her consent before turning to walk toward home. Octavia turned as well, unable to watch her walk away. She hailed a cab a moment later and headed toward her home, mind spinning.

Symphony stood just behind the cellist's chair, teal eyes sparkling.

"I'm so proud of you, Octavia. Truly, I'm so beyond happy that you're playing tonight."

Octavia flicked her eyes upward to look at the violinist's reflection in her mirror before sighing heavily.

"Yes, it's certainly happening quickly, isn't it?"

Confused, Symphony tilted her head.

"What's wrong, dear? You don't seem happy."

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm all right."

She pushed back from the bureau and spun, looking directly at the surprised violinist.

"Do you think this is crazy? I'm not ready for this."

Symphony smiled sweetly at her friend before gently clasping her hands in hers, attempting to reassure the frazzled musician.

"Octavia, you're ready for this. I agree with Vinyl's decision to have you play tonight. You'll do wonderfully. And besides, all of us will be there to support you. Beauty and Parish, even Lyra is coming. Frederick is an asshole and was not invited, but trust me, he won't be missed."

Octavia smiled briefly at the crack before her face fell once more. Symphony squeezed the hands in her grasp, teal eyes searching the infinitely sad face of her best friend.

"It's Vinyl, isn't it?"

The cellist jerked at hearing the name, eyes flying up to lock on the understanding gaze of her fellow strings player. Tears unwittingly sprung to the cellist's eyes, causing the lavender-eyed woman to wave her hands in an attempt to quell the flow.

"Of course it's Vinyl! She spends hours a day with me, has me work up enough courage to perform, and then leaves me to my own devices. I wanted her to be here with me, she has the most overwhelming influence-- I can't even begin to explain it you, Symphony."

Smiling at the cellist, the lavender-haired violinist moved to wrap up the distraught musician in a hug, eyebrows drawing in remorseful understanding.

"Oh, Octavia. I know Vinyl tried everything she could to get here, but the timing was just off. Vinyl's never broken a commitment to perform, and as much as it is killing her to miss this, she had to."

Octavia pulled back just slightly, though the violinist reflexively held tight to one of her hands. She raised her free hand and fanned at her face, the tears storming forward once more.

"God, no, not tears. I have to get ready to go."

Symphony smiled sadly at her friend before gently shaking her hand, eventually letting go. Moving to pick up the woman's performance jacket, Symphony looked over the distraught cellist.

"Vinyl knew this is what you needed, Octavia. Just remember that."

Nodding through her tears, Octavia silently moved forward to follow Symphony out and down to the car that waited to take her to the show.

Backstage, Octavia sat in her chair, eyes closed as she attempted to calm her beating heart. An uneasy feeling welled up deep within her chest and spread, snaking its way down her arms, choking out the tentative confidence the woman desperately clung to. Hearing the door open, Octavia turned and stood to regard the newcomer, nerves soothing after noticing Symphony. Without a word, the lavender-haired violinist approached only to stop just before her, kind eyes shining.

"You're gonna be great, Octavia."

Symphony brought up her hands to smooth out the small ripples on Octavia's shoulders before moving to fluff the lapels of the fitted coat. Her focus landed on the impeccable pink bowtie, her fingers moving up to gently tug on the silk, perfectly straightening it with the motion. Her eyes flicked up to land on the haunted visage of her dear friend, causing a small grin to form.

"Play like you own it, love. Don't worry about the other people, just worry about the music. The other guys be damned."

Octavia nodded at the words before leaning her forehead against the bare shoulder of her friend, the strapless dress leaving her upper body exposed to the cool air. Straightening in her spot, Octavia hardened her emotions, the tears she felt stinging her eyes dutifully disappearing. Satisfied, Symphony nodded.

"I'll see you after the show. Good luck."

The cellist watched as the woman left just as quietly as she had come, leaving Octavia alone with her thoughts. She flicked her focus to the clock, brain reminding her of how close curtain was. Taking a deep breath, Octavia approached the hardcase and stopped, eyes roaming the surface for a moment. Bending, she undid the clasps and opened the case, smile forming reflexively upon seeing the perfectly polished instrument. Carefully pulling out the cello and bow, Octavia felt the worry in her seep away, replaced with a certain feeling of contentment. Walking toward the door, she slipped through it and walked the familiar path to the stage.

Waiting for the cue, the spotlight illuminated just before her as she walked out on stage, small smile wrenching outward as the familiar tingle of a performance swept through her. Bowing gently, Octavia gracefully took her seat and positioned her cello, body flexing in tune with her movements. After a short pause, Octavia played the first note, the final remnants of doubt instantly leaving the player.

She felt the eyes of the audience on her as her performance continued onward, the ensuing feeling one of confidence instead of dread. For a moment, her eyes slipped closed, allowing her senses to focus solely on the music as she played, the melodies passing over her body like a familiar wave, leaving an enchanting tingle along her skin. Octavia shuddered gently as she reached the crescendo of one piece, the accompanying music punctuated with the overjoyed beat of her pulse. Her body shifted in time with the strikes of her bow, the practiced precision of the movement a doting familiarity to the passionate cellist.

Finishing the final portion of Suites for Cello, she slipped seamlessly into her own creation, body remembering the notes as she played them, chest bursting with the elation that filled her at the sound. Feeling the song around her, Octavia closed her eyes once more, losing herself in the magic of performing, relishing in the notes as she played them in rapid succession. She felt her head sway in tune with the notes, the thought bringing an illuminating smile to her already glowing visage.

As the last note drew to a lengthy close, she released the breath she hadn't realized she had held, waiting as the last of the hum echoed through the auditorium. A moment later the audience erupted into a crescendo, cheers and whistles assaulting her already-overdriven emotion. Waiting a moment to stand, Octavia finally climbed to her feet and bowed gracefully, drawing more cheers from the normally reserved audience. As she deftly left the stage and disappeared behind the curtains, tears stung at her eyes and fell for a moment before quelling, leaving a feeling of completeness in their wake.

Approaching the door to her preparation area, it was not long after that her friends burst through the door, the leading violinist snatching her up in a bear hug.

"Goodness, Octavia, that was magnificent!!"

Laughing gently at the other woman, Octavia nodded her head, pleased.

"Thank you. Really."

Her eyes shifted to the others that accompanied the violinist, smile only standing to grow as she recognized her good friends. Approaching the harpist, Octavia wrinkled her nose at the cobalt-haired man before gratefully accepting his hug.

"Octavia, cher, that was simply breath-taking. Was that last piece your own?"

Sheepishly, she nodded.

"Yes, it was started a long time ago. Vinyl requested I finish."

Beauty squeezed between them at the moment, the sousaphone player nudging her lover away to fawn over her old friend.

"I agree with Parish, love. That last piece was incredible."

Symphony approached the two after a moment, her teal eyes glowing with a contagious light.

"Octavia, Parish wants to treat you to dinner, so whenever you're ready, we can get going to D'Urbervilles to celebrate!"

Octavia laughed lightly at her friend's enthusiasm before looking again to the grinning harpist.

"Parish, you don't have to treat. I'll gladly accompany, but I'll pay my share."

Shaking his head, he nudged the cellist with a well-placed elbow.

"Nonsense, cher, it would be my pleasure."

The group continued to talk for a few minutes before an absently-knocking presence at the door frame loomed, causing all eyes to turn toward the shadowed entry. Upon recognizing the lyrist, Octavia smiled and welcomed the mint-haired girl into the room.

"Lyra, I haven't seen you in so long, thank you so much for coming."

The two embraced for a short period before Lyra broke away, a large smiling framing her kind face.

"Octavia, I'm glad to have attended. Your performance was inspiring."

The raven-haired cellist nodded her appreciation before turning toward the remaining occupants of the room. Parish approached the lyrist and smiled stunningly, emerald eyes glowing.

"Lyra, darling, we're just about to leave for dinner, care to join us?"

The mint-haired player smiled but shook her head, politely declining.

"Thank you, Par, I would, but Bonbon and I have plans."

"And where is your delectable BB this evening?"

"She ran into one of the Apples in the foyer, and they're swapping candy recipes. I know Vinyl'll be happy about that, there's caramel involved."

Hearing the name of the missing DJ, Octavia shifted backward, her smile falling slightly at the thought. Octavia lifted her lavender eyes to focus on Lyra as she absently chatted with the harpist, Beauty and Symphony, an innate sadness filtering though her body at the missing party. Hearing her name, her focus shifted over to Symphony, the violinist urging her forward to join in the conversation. Octavia nodded and straightened before her eyes were drawn toward the new figure knocking at the threshold of the door. Her eyes widened at the sight, voice stolen in shock. Vinyl pushed up from the door jamb, a confident smirk gracing full lips. The remaining occupants watched with glittering intrigue as the fully-suited DJ waltzed into the room, focus only on that of the stunned cellist.

"Evening, Miss Melody. Splendid performance."

Octavia's gaze slowly took in the form of the DJ, mouth agape. Vinyl wore a black on black suit that seemed to fit like a second skin, perfectly accentuating the very effeminate body beneath the heavy, tailored fabric. The blue silk bowtie matched perfectly to a blue in her hair, adding already to the intensity of her look. Her trademark purple-lensed glasses sat snuggly over mysterious eyes, forever shielding them from view. Shaking off the shock of seeing the perfectly dressed DJ, Octavia walked forward to gently slap the jockey's arm.

"Wha-- I'm standing here dressed to the nines, and you assault me?"

"You lied to me, Vinyl Scratch."

Vinyl bobbed her head in understanding.

"I didn't really. When I told you I couldn't make it, I really thought I couldn't. But let's be honest, did you really think I'd leave you hanging? I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Octavia frowned in confusion for a moment, black hair swaying as she shook her head.

"I thought you had a performance?"

"I still do. But I wanted to make sure I made it to the show. Lyra helped me get most of my stuff together so I could be here for you."

The DJ smiled brilliantly, her glasses catching the low light of the room. Octavia looked at the jockey for a long period before stepping into the blue-haired girl, arms moving up to snake around the DJ's neck as her tears finally sprung free.

"Thank you."

Octavia jerked back before snapping into the situation, her eyes moving back to focus on the four smiling musicians that watched the exchange. She released the DJ and turned to regard the others in the room, her cheeks coloring at her manners.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I seem to have forgotten my manners. This is--"

Parish nodded to the DJ and moved to bump knuckles with the woman, million-watt smile lighting his face.

"Yeah, Vinyl Scratch. How's it hangin', Pon-3?"

"Pretty wicked, Nandy. How you doing over there, Brass?"

The petite sousaphone player smiled at the DJ, violet eyes glowing.

"Phenomenal, Scratch, as usual."

The two shared a quiet laugh, the exchange further confusing the cellist.

"Wait, you all know each other?"

Vinyl slid in beside the cellist, shoulder going forward to gently nudge the perturbed woman.

"Told ya, Tavi, I know most of the orchestra. And on that note, I really have to get going. Still some prep left before later. Heartstrings-- get to steppin'. Au revoir, classy people."

With a final nudge to the cellist, Vinyl made her quiet exit, Lyra in step behind her. In their wake, Octavia turned a serious eye on the amused violinist that practically vibrated in the corner with laughter.

"You knew she was coming, didn't you? All of you did."

Symphony shook her head, hands moving up to exemplify her innocence.

"No, Octavia, we didn't. I bumped into Vinyl just as I was going back to my seat; originally, I was told she had too much to do to make it."

The cellist huffed and crossed her arms, eyes scanning the other two faces before refocusing on Symphony.

"Then what is so funny?"

"Your face when these two already knew our delinquent DJ."

Snorting, the cellist slipped between the musicians and packed up her cello before hefting it, eyes bouncing between the humored faces of her friends as she turned to pin them all with an angry gaze.

"Whenever you are all ready."

Octavia and Symphony tumbled into Octavia's quiet flat many hours later, both sharing a fit of giggles at the night's memories. Once inside the quiet apartment, Symphony kicked off her heels and stumbled toward the couch, graciously collapsing on it and releasing a pleased hum as she settled. Octavia snickered at her friend's antics, the champagne she had earlier tickling her brain with its soft, fuzzy fingers. Undoing her bowtie and shrugging off the suit coat, Octavia collapsed beside the violinist, each of them bursting out in a new fit of chuckles. Symphony turned slightly, glassy teal eyes moving to look at the cellist.

"Hey, Tav, got jammies?"

Chuckling at the slightly slurred speech of her dearest friend, Octavia absently waved her hand before responding with an equal slur.

"In the... dresser, bottom drawer?"

Symphony rolled off the couch, careful of the silk dress that clung to her every curve, and continued toward Octavia's bedroom. Reemerging just a few moments later, she headed back to the couch and melted on the cushions, face morphing into an exhausted sight of pure happiness. Octavia smiled down at the tipsy violinist before she too leaned backward and undid the top two buttons of her undershirt, attempting to loosen the normally fitted cloth.

"Hey, Octavia, you were... awesome tonight."

Grinning, the cellist in question lolled her head to the side to regard the other woman.

"I was so... nervous. Just glad to have gotten it out of the way."

"Yeah, and even Vinyl showed up. Good day all 'round."

"I cannot believe you got me... drunk. This... is unacceptable."

Symphony chuckled at the cellist before ruffling the already tousled hair, drawing a lengthy laugh from the raven-haired woman.

"Have some fun in life! So we got a lil toasty, who cares?"

Octavia only nodded and hummed before pausing, the silence dragging out before both collapsed into more giggles. The cellist shifted further into the couch, her body relaxing completely as she lay sprawled across the plush top of the sofa. After the giggles subsided, she tossed another look to the relaxed violinist, hand moving over to gently shove the violinist's side.

"You know, Vinyl looks good in a suit."

Symphony cackled at the statement, face crinkling in a smile.

"Heck yes she does."

Octavia flushed at the response, already ruddy cheeks growing more red. Her eyes fluttered closed, the alcohol in her system sneaking its way through her brain.

"I'm glad she came. 's good to see her, happy she made it. Good little DJ."

The half-dozing Symphony nudged Octavia, a grunt accompanying the motion.

"Go get comfy, 'fore you get too tired."

Octavia nodded before hefting to her feet and staggering toward her bedroom. Changing quickly, and with some mild difficulty, she headed back out to the living room, a snort escaping her as she focused on the fetal violinist. Moving around the coffee table, Octavia nudged the other woman over before collapsing back into her spot, the warmth of the cloth causing her to chuckle. Symphony peeked up at the cellist and smiled, glassy eyes alight with mischief.

"Scratch ain't so bad, eh? Big ol' softy."

Octavia, eyes closed, nodded slightly.

"She's incre-dible."

Symphony nodded, a shady smile passing her lips before she slipped further into unconsciousness. Feeling Octavia shuffle beside her, the violinist let out an amused chuckle before finally succumbing to sleep, the cellist not long behind her.

An incessant ringing eventually pulled Octavia from her alcohol induced slumber, causing the cellist to groan loudly as she eventually came to. Taking a moment to glance around, she noticed her couch she spent the night on, and then focused on the violinist as she lay beneath the table, snoring softly, throw pillow across her chest. Grumbling, Octavia absently reached for the cell phone on the coffee table and answered it.

"Yes, hello?"

"Good morning, Starshine, this is the office of Doctor Scratch calling. We'd like to survey your time with the Spin Doctor, do you have a moment to answer a few quick questions?"

Octavia grinned into the phone before stifling a yawn. She curled back up on the couch and positioned the phone just so, smiling growing wider.

"I don't mean to be rude, but isn't it a little early for a follow up survey?"

"Early? It's almost noon."

Octavia shot up on the couch, head snapping to the side to peer out the crack in the curtains. Seeing blazing sunlight, Octavia hurried off the couch toward her room, motions frantic.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't know it was so late! I have an appointment with Mr. Record this afternoon! I'm so glad you called me, Vinyl, but I have to go-- call you later--bye!"

Octavia tossed the phone on her bed as she approached the closet and picked out an outfit, hoping she wouldn't be too late. Getting a quick shower, Octavia burst from the bedroom, dressed, save for the heels she searched for. Noticing the still sleeping violinist, Octavia kicked gently at the foot, hoping to wake the other woman. Hearing a muffled groan, Octavia smiled quickly before returning to her search.

"Symphony, get up! It's almost 12:30, and I have to meet Record at Tasse de Thé! How much did we drink last night?"

The violinist slowly uncurled from beneath the table and stood on shaky legs before stretching languidly.

"I guess enough to have a good time and to knock us out. And calm down, Octavia, you'll get there."

Finally finding the heels she sought, she sat on the couch to quickly put them on before standing to gather her phone and purse. Stopping just enough to look at Symphony, Octavia opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Symphony, I've got to go. Do lock up when you leave, and please call Vinyl and apologize for me, I hung up on her to get ready. I'll see you later, bye!"

With that, she slammed the door shut, leaving Symphony alone in the vast apartment. Smiling to herself, the sleepy violinist picked up Octavia's house phone and dialed a number from memory, pleased when the DJ picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, Scratch. Octavia told me to call you and apologize for her for hanging up on you."

"Yeah, she practically lost her marbles when I told her what time it was. You guys have fun getting wasted last night?"

"I wouldn't say wasted--"

"Babe, you called me at 4 this morning and asked me if I had beans in a can, and then demanded I set them free. I thought the other three were dying in the background because they were laughing so hard."

The violinist snorted, vaguely remembering the four of them calling around to different people for different things. Parish and Beauty had eventually called it a night and the string players had hailed a cab to get back to Octavia's. Still, the night had been solid, and much needed by the musicians. Symphony smiled into the phone, free hand playing with messy bangs.

"I guess I can remember that. What are you doing?"

"Waiting on a call. Not important. Lunch?"

"Love to. Let me get back to my place, shower and get dressed. Meet me at 1:30."

"Yes, ma'am. See you later."

Hanging up the phone, the violinist retrieved her clothes from the night before and deftly left the apartment, locking up as she left. Hailing a cab on the street, she eventually made it back to her apartment and changed before heading downstairs to wait for the DJ.

Octavia slid into the tea shop just before 1 o'clock, lavender eyes casually searching the cafe before landing on the man she sought. His perfectly styled blue hair seemed to glow with an inner luster, and the gray eyes he had locked on her danced with inner glee. Approaching with an air of confidence, Octavia smiled as he stood to greet her, hand going out automatically.

"Mr. Record, it's an honor to finally meet you."

The man's smile was genuine as he heartily shook her hand, steel eyes glowing in the light.

"Miss Melody, a pleasure. I heard your show at the Harwan last night was a smashing success?"

Pleased, she nodded and sat in the chair he dutifully pulled out for her before taking a seat as well, fixing her with an intrigued gaze.

"Yes, sir. I'm very relieved that it was a definite success. But I can't take all the credit for my performance. I had help in my preparations."

He nodded before taking a sip of his tea, mysterious gray eyes looking at her from under the perfectly placed blue bangs.

"Yes, Vinyl Scratch called my people and booked your show; luckily the time slot hadn't been filled. I was originally perplexed as to why you hadn't accepted the invitation to perform at my wife's charity benefit this year, but Vinyl offered a brief explanation to me. I was thrilled to hear you wanted to play at the theatre again!"

She smiled, face flushing at the compliment.

"I'm glad you brought up the event, sir. You see... I was wondering if the invitation was still valid?"

His eyes danced with joy, smile lighting up his features.

"Why, yes, Miss Melody. It would do my heart well to hear you perform at Camille Violoncelle's charity dinner. A member of our board put all her faith in you, knowing of your talent and passion for the instrument. My wife would have loved your performance."

Tears unwittingly stung at her eyes at the compliment, her mind again shifting to the first time she saw the woman play, the idea of her loving her performance settling comfortably over her.

"I'm very honored. I will not let you down, I assure you. Thank you for this opportunity, and for allowing me the honor of playing in the Harwan."

Record smiled, the motion causing his eyes to wrinkle in delight.

"Absolutely, Miss Melody. Please, give my regards to your father. I look forward to seeing you in the future."

They both stood and shook hands once more before he led her out of the restaurant. Bidding her a farewell, she watched as a black limo pulled up beside him. And as he slid into the vehicle, he tossed her one last smile before closing the door to be whisked away toward another engagement.

Elated, Octavia breathed easy before turning and slipping back inside the shop, face plastered with a permanent smile. Looking over the barista, her lavender eyes sparkled.

"French Earl Grey, please."

Pausing to wait as the drink was prepared, she dug the phone out of her purse and hovered over the new contact, hand hesitating. After a moment, she eventually accepted her disposable cup and turned to leave, phone in hand, a distraught look suddenly marring her otherwise peaceful face. Quickly tapping the button she blew out a quick breath before placing the phone to her ear and waited, hoping for a familiar voice.

"Oh, hello Miss Melody. Alcohol have ya sleepin' in late?"

Octavia smiled into the phone, lips twisting in a wry grin.

"I may have gotten a little into celebrating last night. Are you free this afternoon?"

"Actually, Symphony and I were just about to get some food, you want in?"

"Oh, if you and Symphony already have plans, I can--"

"Yeah, shaddup. We'll be there in a bit to pick you up. Still at the tea shop, right?"

"Yes, still here."

"Awesome. Be there in a bit."

Octavia nodded before ending the call and exhaling deeply, face drawn in thought. A short time later, a cab pulled up outside the tea shop, allowing Vinyl to kick open the door and address the cellist.

"Get in if you ever want to see your precious iguana again!"

The cellist stood there for a moment, mouth slack in shock at the DJ's public outburst. Seeing the blue-haired woman's tongue curling mischievously across her upper lip, bottom ball in full view, Octavia shook off the shock and leveled the DJ with a tumultuous glare.

"I beg your pardon, madam?"

"I mean... Good afternoon, Octavia, our meter is running. Get your ass in this cab."

Chuckling despite herself, the cellist slowly approached the cab and waited as Vinyl slid over, allowing the raven-haired musician enough space to fit in the back seat with the two other occupants. Settling into her seat, she tossed a look over her shoulder to the DJ as the driver pulled into traffic.

"You know, Vinyl, you could attempt some sort of decorum in public."

"Nah, I like the looks you give me when I say outrageous things."

The DJ nudged the cellist, lips spreading into a playful grin. Symphony peaked over the DJ's shoulder before snaking her hand around the jockey to snag Octavia's cup.

"What'd you get this time, Octavia?"

"Oh, French Earl."

Wrinkling her nose, she handed the cup back to the cellist, mouth twisting in a disgusted frown.

"No, thanks. Too strong for me."

Vinyl passed her attention between the two before snagging the cup and taking a sip of the warm liquid, a pleased hiss escaping her after the swig. She wiggled her hips to better position her body in the middle seat, torso moving to recline against the back. Turning toward the critical Octavia, she offered the cup back to her.

"It needs more rose and a pinch of honey, but otherwise, not bad."

The cellist flushed at the response, her body tingling at the heat flaring between her and the DJ as they sat pressed together in the small space of the cab. Finally seeing their destination, Octavia let out a sigh and turned toward the other two, lavender eyes twinkling.

"Oh, good, we're here."

After the cab shifted toward the curb and stopped, Octavia quickly piled out and turned, waiting patiently as the other two vacated the cab. Vinyl, after handing the driver his fare, turned her attention to the two strings players.

"Let's eat!"

Author's Notes:

I hope flow is successful.

Pipe Wrench

"Heartstrings, I'm going to crawl through this phone and slap the life out of you."

"Good luck getting those hips through that tiny phone. And come on, you know I'm just kidding. You've been all sulky because Octavia's been busy. 'Octavia's busy, when do I get to see Octavia, life is sooo hard.'"

"I do not act or sound like that, idiot."

"Oh, right. It's more like 'I have such feels for the super hot cellist with the sweet ass legs that hasn't even noticed me really yet, WOE IS ME.'"

"I will not humor you with a response, you vile overlord. I'm going to bed. Make sure you check your closet for zombified DJ murderers, or you could get got."

"Say 'hi' to your girlfriend when you get around to seein' her, Scratch! LOVE YOUR FACE, SEE YOU TOMORROW FOR OUR VG MARATHON! BYE!"

Vinyl hung up the call and ambled slowly into her room, face scrunched in displeasure, body devoid of any real energy. She had been up the entire night and day before and still had not been able to sleep. Almost noon, and the DJ was forcing herself to finally attempt to lie down and catch the rest that had been alluding her for almost two days. Stripping out of her clothes, Vinyl turned down the covers to the large bed and sighed happily, body already anticipating the feel of the luxurious mattress. Slipping under the covers, Vinyl moaned quietly as the cool silk soothed her burning skin, gently cradling the soft shell in a calming embrace. Bloodshot carmine eyes fluttered closed after a moment, a wide smile forming on her face as her body finally began to relax.

For a few moments she laid, body tingling in anticipatory giddiness of the sleep she so desperately craved. The silence of the dark room was suddenly shattered by a thumping bass beat, the wubs from the offending device echoing deeply through the room. The DJ let loose a whine as she turned her head toward the charging cell just beside her bed, eyes falling shut in defeat. Forcing her body to turn, she grabbed the phone off the nightstand and answered it, barely suppressed groan causing her voice to drop an octave.

"Scratch.."

"Hello, Vinyl. Did I wake you?"

Sitting up at hearing the soft accent of the caller, Vinyl scrubbed at her eyes with her free hand.

"Nah, girl. I'm up. What's shakin'?"

"I'm sorry it's been so long since we've spoken-- my schedule was bombarded with people wanting my company at various events. I've--"

"No problemo, Octavia. You don't gotta report to me. People been cool with you getting back to playing, I guess? Your popularity must have skyrocketed again."

"Yes, well. You know how people can be, they want what's hot and in."

Vinyl chuckled to herself and resettled under the covers, her exposed skin prickling as a sudden chill passed over her. The red-eyed DJ propped her phone against her cheek as she curled up, eyes attempting to close against her will.

"Yeah, I hear ya. So what's up?"

"Well... I was wondering if you were at all busy today?"

"I'm pretty wide open, just a concert I wanted to go to later tonight. You?"

She could practically hear Octavia think through the silence that stretched on for a moment, allowing the DJ a moment of content. Eventually, the cellist spoke up, cutting into Vinyl's focus.

"Actually, I was curious to know if you'd like to spend the day together. I need to escape the monotony, my mind has been spinning for days. I've called off two appointments just this afternoon for some time to breathe."

Vinyl was sitting up again, her interest piqued at spending the day with the raven-haired cellist. It had been almost three weeks since she had lunch with the two strings players, and all subsequent contact had been rebuffed by the cellist's busy schedule. Vinyl's smile brightened at the aspect as she was already throwing the blanket off her bare legs.

"So you want to play hooky? I am so game!"

The jockey heard the other woman laugh gently on the other end, the sound causing an echoing wave of elation to spread through her like wildfire.

"I wouldn't be opposed to some sort of adventure today..."

Vinyl paused in her step, smile growing even larger at the words. Still, she maintained her composure, even as she happily paced the hardwood of her bedroom, legs moving her in a small circle beside her bed.

"Adventure is my middle name. I just need a shower and I'll come pick you up. You at the tea shop or something?"

"No, I'm at home. I've been playing a little this morning, and I'm just finishing some tea."

"Okay, you do that, and I'll wash off my day-old dirt and throw some clothes on. And where is it you reside, prissy pants?"

"I live at the Waldorf, number 614."

Vinyl, who had grabbed a pen and paper to write down the address, chuckled as she straightened at the information.

"Shit, that's like, three blocks away. I'll be there in a bit. Make sure you wear practical shoes!"

Octavia peered down at the phone in her hand and then at the black Manolo stilettos she wore, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows crinkling in thought as she heard the DJ disconnect the call.

Vinyl finished tying the laces to her knee-high blue boots before bouncing upward and approached the coffee table, eyes set on the half-gone cup of caffeine and sugar that awaited her. She wiggled her body, attempting to quickly drain herself of the lingering exhaustion she felt pulling at her conscious. Downing the rest of the drink in one fell swoop, the jockey bounded into the kitchen to deposit the cup before turning on her heel to return to the living room. Snatching up her glasses, she slid them snuggly over her bloodshot eyes and nodded in satisfaction before grabbing at the small set of keys just beside her mail.

Rocketing herself back toward her bedroom, the blue-streaked woman kicked at the door and trotted toward her bedside table to pick up her charged phone, sliding it deftly into her front pocket. Stopping quickly to make the bed into a semi-decent state, she grabbed at her earphones and connected them to the jack on her phone. Taking one more second to check her appearance in the mirror, she grinned at what she saw, mostly pleased at the sight. The skin-tight, dark blue jeans that tucked into her boots clung perfectly to her and were torn in all the right places, tastefully adding an edge to her already frayed style. The blue and white leather studded belt was partially visible from beneath the hem of a comfortable black tank, the large reverse quaver buckle glinting wonderfully in the filtering sunlight of the room.

Vinyl snatched her thick-banded watch and put it on as she walked back toward the front door, smile glowing despite the glaring exhaustion she felt settling in her bones. Pausing a final time, Vinyl carefully picked up the piano-charm necklace she wore and slid it around her neck, fingers easily hooking it in place. Taking a final look around, Vinyl picked up a few more things and finally opened her door and stepped out, turning to quietly close and lock the heavy wooden door. Making quick work of the hallway, Vinyl opted for the stairs in an attempt to keep her body at a higher level of activity, and she quickly descended the few levels.

Hidden red eyes peered thoughtfully at the watch on her wrist, the time causing a mischievous grin to spread.

"Octavia won't mind me stopping by a little sooner than expected, right?"

Vinyl popped out of the elevator and strolled leisurely down the hall. She peered thoughtfully at the numbers as she walked by, pausing just slightly at each one. Eventually arriving at the correct door, Vinyl rapped her knuckles gently on the polished wood of the opposing object before withdrawing her hand and tucking it easily into her front pocket. She rocked on the balls of her feet as she waited patiently for the cellist to open the door. A loud bang from inside the apartment gathered the DJ's wandering attention, and the muffled scream had her plowing through the door in a panic.

"Oct--"

The cellist was sitting on her kitchen counter, wide lavender eyes looking in horror at the waves of water currently pouring out from beneath her sink. Vinyl dropped her cargo at the threshold and rushed toward the water, pausing long enough to stuff her cell into the shocked cellist's hands before dropping down toward the flood. Sliding on her knees through the water, Vinyl opened the cabinets and was greeted by a wall of the rushing stream, momentarily blinding her sight from the spewing break in the plumbing. Thankful she was wearing her glasses, she lifted her hands and quickly reached through the geyser to fumble blindly with the shut off valve. Dropping her head down, Vinyl ducked below the water and lunged forward, slippery fingers finally finding purchase on the knob as she violently twisted her wrist.

Turning the spigot quickly, Vinyl cursed colorfully as the water finally weakened before stilling to a humble drip. Letting out a breath that sounded oddly similar to a beast-like growl, Vinyl unfolded her long frame from beneath the cramped space of the sink, her bent elbows knocking cleaning bottles down as she detangled herself. Once free of the cramped space, she sat back on her heels and shook the droplets free that clung to the wild tips of her now soaked hair, ineffectively clearing her of the cold water that currently clung to her skin. Half turning toward the red-faced Octavia, Vinyl blew tiny droplets from her lips before smirking up at her companion.

"What the hell'd you do, call the pipe a mean name?"

Octavia looked down at the small lake on her floor before looking back up at the wet Vinyl and smiled sheepishly.

"No, I... I don't know what happened. I was washing my teacup when I heard a horrible sound..."

Vinyl attempted to wipe her wet hands on her equally soaked jeans and grimaced at the lack of progress. Standing slowly, so as not to slip in the large puddle, she turned her torso toward Octavia before a small chuckle escaped her trembling lips.

"I think you're emotionally abusive to your plumbing."

Octavia smiled kindly at the words before her eyes dropped to scan the jockey. Not an inch of the spin doctor's front was dry, and the already tight fitting clothes seemed to hug her body even more so than before. The lavender gaze slowed as her focus steadied on the clear outline of the jockey's navel piercing that stood out against the thin, wet material currently covering the well-toned stomach. Frowning slightly, Octavia turned her lips up in thought before her eyes shifted passed the slowly rolling droplets covering the neck and face of the drenched jockey before eventually reconnecting with the ever-present glasses of her musical friend.

"Goodness, Vinyl, I'm sorry! I'll get you a towel!"

Before the cellist could step down into the puddle, Vinyl whipped her hand out to stop her.

"Don't worry about it. I'll run to the hardware store and pick up the stuff to fix your sink. You just avoid the ocean, and I'll be back in a bit."

Vinyl turned to walk back toward the door, her heavy boots making small splashing sounds as she walked through the mass of water. Stopped just at the edge of the tile, Vinyl hesitated, eyes looking angrily down at her wet boots. Weakly, Octavia threw the hand towel at the DJ as she stood thinking, a small smile forming as Vinyl turned and caught it without effort. Putting the towel on the plush carpet, Vinyl dried the soles of her boots as well as she could before she made slow work of the carpet separating her from freedom, mindful of the water that still rolled down her body in an attempt to escape.

Stopping at the door, Vinyl turned to regard the still-unsure cellist.

"Try not to get too wet. I won't be too long."

Octavia nodded weakly before watching Vinyl leave as quickly as she had come.

A little more than a half hour later, and Vinyl was shuffling through the door, plumbing supplies in hand. Her clothes can dried to a less-wet state, though she was still uncomfortably damp in the sticky clothes. Vinyl smiled wide at Octavia as she stood at the edge of the kitchen, conflicted eyes staring intently at the group of towels currently covering her floor. While Vinyl was away, Octavia had attempted to clear the water as best she could, and she had removed all the supplies from beneath the sink to allow easier access to the makeshift plumber.

Setting down her bag, Vinyl quickly looked over the sea of towels before acknowledging the strings player.

"Good job, O. I'm just waiting on uhh, my buddy Cross to drop off some tools. I... assumed you had zero in your apartment."

Octavia turned her head, face warped in humored disbelief.

"Why, Vinyl. You should have asked."

"...you have tools somewhere?"

Octavia hesitated before grinning sweetly at the DJ.

"No, I don't. I may have a small screwdriver somewhere, but... I'm sorry, Vinyl. I wasn't planning for our fun, adventurous day to start out wet and... under a sink."

Her voice trailed off as the sculpted eyebrows drew tightly together in her guilt and upset. Vinyl only laughed it off and moved to kneel before the sink again, damp head shaking in amusement at the delicate cellist.

"Chillax, homeslice. Doctor V will have your mess all cleaned up in a jiffy."

Her cellphone, that Octavia had safely placed on the coffee table, began to ring, signaling the arrival of the tool-bearing Cross. Vinyl stood up as Octavia bent to gather the ringing phone and closed the distance between them. Vinyl accepted the phone before answering it quickly.

"Yo, Cross, you here?... Yeah, 6th floor. Meet you at the elevator."

She gave the phone back to Octavia and quickly left the apartment, only to return a moment later with a small box of tools. Holding up the box in mild victory, Vinyl headed back toward the sink; she gathered a few tools and knelt down before twisting over and sliding underneath the cramped space. The red-eyed jockey grimaced as she settled, the wet frame of the cabinet painfully digging into her back, surely leaving a wet spot in its wake. Octavia, in her curiosity, had stepped nimbly over Vinyl and hopped atop the counter as the two-tone musician shifted her hips to give better leverage on the pipe.

A metallic clang and a slew of creative curse words had the cellist blushing and casually leaning over to look more at the DJ.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Vinyl?"

"Yeah, you got a fucking hacksaw?"

Octavia straightened at that and thought for a moment before the sound of laughter wafted up to her. Her dark lavender eyes focused on the visible legs as they shook with the jockey's snarky laughter. Vinyl cursed again before wiggling her body free of the confining space and cast a seemingly annoyed look up at the cellist.

"Do you at least have a flashlight?"

Octavia nodded and slid down before climbing over the DJ once more to disappear down the hallway. A few moments later, she came back into view, large black Maglite in hand. Vinyl nodded her approval and waved the player back over.

"You're gonna have to hold it for me, that little flashlight Cross gave me ain't doin' jack squat."

Octavia nodded enthusiastically, face breaking into a large smile at being able to assist the DJ. Vinyl again laid back and slid her body under the sink. She lifted a finger to point where she needed the light.

"Right here, as steady as you can. I have to get this jacked up pipe out of the way. Jeez, when was the last time these were looked at?"

Octavia nodded quietly, forehead set in concentration as she pointed the strong beam at the rusted pipes. She watched in mute fascination as the DJ lifted her well-toned arms up to set the wrench against the rusted connection before coiling her core and pushed, voice coming out in a growl as the jockey attempted to turn the busted connector. From her position beside Vinyl's hip, Octavia could see the muscles in the jockey's taller body twitch and shift with the effort, drawing the eyes of the cellist in with distracting gravity.

Eventually, the rusted pipe had given way, causing the DJ to jerk painfully with the failing seal, her elbow knocking the inside of the cabinet as her body fell back against the lip of the cabinet. She hissed in discomfort, which instantly worried the focused Octavia.

"Honestly, Vinyl, are you okay?"

Grumbling incoherently, Vinyl regained her relaxed position as she continued to twist the pipe wrench in hopes of dislodging the smug pipe.

"Yeah, Tav. Fine."

After a few more tense moments, Vinyl tossed the busted pipe out from under the sink before eventually pulling herself out for a quick breather. Black and orange-red particles littered the DJ's arms and chest, a few even having enough nerve to take refuge on the irritated face of the blue-streaked woman. Absently wiping her hands on a dirty rag, she jerked her head toward the supplies, white teeth standing out against the smudges on the sarcastic face.

"Octavia, be a love and fetch me that nonsense so I can reassemble your blasted sink."

The raven-haired musician bit her lip to keep from laughing as she stood to retrieve the requested items. She returned to her seat on the floor and held the bag open for the grumpy DJ; Vinyl picked through the items before finding what she looked for. She sighed before shifting her body back into the cramped space, eventually waving her finger for Octavia to shine the light.

For long minutes they worked in silence, the cellist handing the needed items to Vinyl as they were required. The force of the water had misaligned one of the pipes, which called for Vinyl to curse steadily as she continued her work. Eventually though, Vinyl had finished wrapping the seal around the trap and slid it into place before tightening it in an almost hateful motion. She scurried out from under the sink and rolled to her knees, back protesting at the uncomfortable position. Absently waving her hand at the sink, she focused her hidden eyes on the nervous cellist.

"It's now or never, Octy. Flip-a the switch-a."

Snorting at the silly words, Octavia stood and cautiously approached the sink. She placed an unsteady hand on the tap before exhaling and quickly turned the knob. For a second, there was just a gurgle, before the water came rushing out with the proper force, the simple motion drawing an excited squeal from the normally reserved cellist.

"Oh my stars, you fixed it!"

Vinyl nodded slowly, the exhaustion from her morning knocking gently at the backs of her eyes. She cracked her back into place and twisted this way and that, attempting to loosen the tense muscles. Moving to look at her watch, she frowned before sighing heavily.

"Ah, damn it."

Octavia turned her still-excited attention to the DJ and pouted as she watched the large watch slip off the DJ's wrist. Realization dawned on her as Vinyl stood, sullen, at the busted timepiece.

"Oh, Vinyl... your watch."

"It's cool. Forgot I was wearing it."

Vinyl knelt to collect the trash from the new equipment and deftly tossed the watch in the trash bag before tying it closed. Octavia frowned but bent to help pick up the wet towels. After the quick clean up, Vinyl stood in the newly dry kitchen, hands at her hips, and snickered.

"Okay, since we've now wasted like, two friggin' hours on your sink, are you ready to go out and have some actual fun?"

Lavender eyes lit up as full lips twisted into an excited smile.

"Absolutely."

"Good."

The DJ closed the tool box and tossed it under the organized sink before turning back toward the door. Stooping to pick up what she had originally entered with, her face morphed into a mischievous mask, broken only when Vinyl began to laugh. Octavia eyed the object warily, stomach tensing at what it represented.

"Vinyl... please tell me that's not a motorcycle helmet."

The DJ pulled up smoothly to the curb and stopped gently before killing the engine of her bike. The cellist, who had clung almost painfully to the DJ in the short commute, lifted her head reluctantly from the jockey's shoulder. Vinyl chuckled as she flipped down the kickstand and shifted her hips to better support the weight of the woman that was practically attached to her.

"Was that really so bad, Octavia? We only went four blocks."

With a trembling hand, Octavia straightened slightly before warily moving her booted foot toward the ground. Once anchored for a minute, the muted cellist slid off the bike and stumbled before regaining her footing; Vinyl slid off the machine and removed her helmet in a fluid motion.

"You know, we can take some cabs today if you're really uncomfortable with it."

"N-no... I-I'll be okay... Once I can... feel my legs."

Laughing heartily, Vinyl approached the cellist and wrapped her arm around her shoulders as she led them toward the front doors. Snapping out of her shock, Octavia looked up in wonder at the large building.

"Vinyl, you live in the Astoria?"

"Yep. Last couple'a years now. We'll only be here a sec, I just want to get changed."

Amazed, Octavia nodded dumbly as she walked through the front doors, the large helmet still planted firmly on her head. Vinyl playfully nudged the cellist as they waited for the elevator, lenses sparkling merrily in the bright lights of the lobby.

"You look cute in a motorcycle helmet, O."

Blushing furiously at the comment, Octavia casually slid the helmet off and shook free her hair, perfectly manicured nails brushing through the soft bangs. Vinyl swallowed gently at the sight, mouth smiling reflexively. They both entered the elevator at the same time before Vinyl tapped the '4' button and leaned casually against the wall. Octavia swung the helmet back and forth as she nervously wrung her hands, her flushed cheeks burning gently in the rear of her conscious. With hooded eyes, Vinyl looked over the cellist and smiled warmly at the meek woman. With a ding, the heavy metal doors opened, allowing both musicians to skip easily into the hallway. Making quick work of the long hallway, Vinyl coasted around the corner and stopped outside her door. Quickly selecting the right key, she was turning the tumbler and stepping inside, cellist in step.

Tossing her helmet on the couch, Vinyl flopped down on the overstuffed sofa and began to undo the high laces of her blue boots. Octavia walked casually around the living room, impressed.

"You have a very nice place, Vinyl. Not at all what I was expecting..."

"Were you expecting a hovel, with stuff lying around and basic chaos?"

"...I wouldn't say hovel."

Vinyl snorted out a laugh before sliding her second foot free of the boot. Without thinking, she stood and pulled the damp tank over her head, playfully shaking her hair as it settled wildly. Octavia turned quickly at the sight, cheeks burning at the casual act of the relaxed DJ. Vinyl continued toward the bedroom before calling over her shoulder.

"Back in a sec!"

Octavia, after standing still for a long minute, released the breath she had been holding and turned back around. She approached the couch and sat, curious eyes still wandering around the apartment. She tilted her head at the large, covered object in the corner, mind drifting with her thoughts as she disappeared into herself for a moment. Vinyl reappeared a few minutes later, dressed in equally tight black jeans and a white tank. She stopped suddenly once she noticed the spacey Octavia, feet taking her toward the prone cellist. Vinyl sat on the coffee table across from the black-haired player and reached for one of the boots before carefully brushing her hand across Octavia's left knee.

Jumping almost out of her skin, Octavia focused her eyes on the smiling DJ and playfully slapped the jockey's arm.

"You scared me, Vinyl."

"Sorry."

She retied the second boot and then shot up, energy returning with vigor.

"You ready to go have some fun now, Mel!?"

The cellist in question wrinkled her nose at the newest nickname.

"My name's--"

"I know, I know. Octavia. I'll get a nickname for you yet, believe it!"

She grabbed her helmet and bag off the couch and then tugged the other woman by the hand and pulled her to stand. Octavia followed just behind her company as they both strode out of the apartment.

"So where are we going first?"

Smiling brightly, Vinyl threaded her arm through Octavia's and leaned in suspiciously.

"You'll see."

Vinyl coasted to a stop just outside their destination and sighed happily as she looked up at the building. Octavia, head buried between the DJ's shoulder blades, relaxed slightly as she felt the bike shut off.

"Are we... there?"

Vinyl nodded and grabbed at the hands locked around her waist and gently pulled them apart. Still holding one of Octavia's hands, Vinyl slid from her seat and turned toward Octavia, her face flushed and eyes closed tightly.

"Come on, you big puss. We're here, you can breathe now."

Octavia relaxed just slightly as she blinked her eyes open, violet orbs bright in the glittering sunlight. She cast her eyes to Vinyl and then to the rather nondescript building just behind her, her face morphing into confused skepticism.

"Where are we?"

Vinyl slid her helmet off and reached her hand for Octavia's, allowing a quick moment for the cellist to remove the headgear and hand it over. Connecting them and tossing both over the handlebars, Vinyl offered a steady hand to the still seated cellist. Octavia gave her hand to the ever-grinning DJ, uncertain still about the vehicle beneath her. Simply enough, she threw her leg over and dismounted cleanly, stumbling just a little in the last second before standing firmly on her own two feet. With a giddy smile, Vinyl tugged the hand still in her grasp and pulled Octavia toward the brick building.

"Vinyl, what is this place?"

Her searching eyes scanned the building's exterior for any sign, but only saw the sign '5C' done up in common, neon lights that crawled halfway up the building.

"...what's '5C?'"

Vinyl laughed out loud at the question before opening the door and pulled the cellist inside. Octavia's mouth opened in shock as she absorbed her surroundings, eyes widening at the many sights and sounds of the massive building. Vinyl laughed once more before guiding the dazed musician toward a small booth to the side. She released her grip on Octavia and shifted the bag she carried to her back to reach in her pocket for her wallet. Placing a bill on the counter, she smiled widely at the clerk

"Change it up for me, Carnivale."

The elderly man smirked and nodded before sliding the bill off the counter, only to replace it with a hefty bag of coins a moment later. Octavia, from just behind the DJ's shoulder, frowned at the large sack.

"Vinyl, if you'd like, I can chip in--"

Vinyl snatched up the bag before spinning around to keep her shouldered bag out of reach of the cellist.

"I said you could bring your purse if you really needed to, but I told you: I'm treating today. And don't you dare think otherwise."

Octavia frowned and motioned to the large trove of coins the DJ still held.

"That was a good deal of money you just turned into simple pocket change, what's this even for? And what's 5C?"

The older man behind the counter chortled at the bereaved Octavia, his creamy orange eyes twinkling in the flashing lights of the building.

"Vinyl, who is this marvelous young lady?"

"Oh, Carny, this is my friend Octavia Melody. You know, Cellist Extraordinaire."

His smiled widened beneath the gray mustache as he reached his hand out in pleasant greeting. Smiling through her confusion, she moved forward to shake his hand.

"You... know of my work?"

The question was tentative, unsure of whether he was being sincere or just polite. Again, the man chuckled.

"No, ma'am. I've heard your music, you play marvelously. And to answer your question, 5C means--"

"Carmine Carnivale's Crazy Convivial 'Cade."

Octavia blinked at the mouthful before laughing gently at the name.

"I can see how that can be a pain to relay."

Vinyl smiled before nodding to the man and slid her hand into Octavia's once more.

"You can explore in a second, I want you to play Alien Apathy 7 with me!"

Octavia blanched at the name as Vinyl led her through the boisterous arcade.

"That... doesn't sound promising."

Vinyl stuck her tongue, ball and all, out at the cellist before winding her way through the many machines on the floor before stopping at her desired console. After releasing the cellist, Vinyl shifted her bag strap to cross over her chest before digging in the coin bag for the required number of tokens. She gestured to Octavia to pick up the large blaster as she loaded the coins; Octavia frowned deeply but did as asked and picked up the neon blue gun. The machine made a noise as the last coin was slid into the slot, the large screen jumping to life before her very eyes, causing her to flinch unexpectedly.

Vinyl straightened and smirked at the cellist as she stood, tense and still, blaster dangling from her left hand, as her wide eyes scanned the shifting scenes of the game. Vinyl slid in behind her and nudged at the gun, signaling for Octavia to lift it. She did as instructed, and looked at the screen and the bouncing crosshairs, her eyebrows drawing even tighter against her forehead.

"Vinyl... is this some sort of gory, killing, shooting all-violence-and-no-fun game?"

"Yep. Now relax, spread your feet, and aim."

"Vinyl, I'm not comfortable with killing... things."

"They're alien monsters that look nothing like anything you'll ever see in your lifetime. I have to teach you how to shoot, there's a tutorial."

Octavia cast her eyes back to the screen and attempted to do as told and forced her body to relax slightly. Her eyes focused on the screen and the blue crosshairs as it moved along with her. Exhaling shortly, she rolled her neck and prepared herself. She split her attention between the game and Vinyl's words as she explained various things about how to play before she finally began to shoot. It was easy, once she got used to it, and she watched in merriment as her score grew. From her placed behind the cellist's shoulder, Vinyl chuckled and moved to the slot next to Octavia.

The DJ knelt and added her own tokens and pressed the button as she picked up the red gun. She nudged Octavia with her shoulder and placed the gun casually over her shoulder.

"You're player one, don't get us killed."

Feeling a rush of excitement roll through her, she nodded confidently and refocused her vision on the screen.

"Bring it on, you alien menace!"

Vinyl chuckled incredulously before falling into her own relaxed stance.

"Get ready, here it comes."

The game opened and they began their assault on the many enemies on screen. Vinyl shook with laughter as she saw Octavia almost duck and jump at various things throughout the game, causing her own focus to shift more from the game to the cellist. After only two levels, they had both been killed, and as the Continue screen counted down, Vinyl holstered her gun and held her midsection in burning laughter. Octavia smiled wide as she holstered her own gun, her flushed cheeks adding to her appeal.

Vinyl straightened after a moment and playfully shoved the beaming musician.

"Not too bad, Octavia, I gotta say. But you totally distracted me with your moves!"

Both women shared a laugh before Octavia jokingly punched the DJ's arm.

"That was actually fun!"

"Yeah, that's the point. Come on, this place is three stories, we have a lot to look at!"

Octavia wandered aimlessly through the massive crane game wing, her eyes delightfully scanning the many prizes in the cases. She had tried her hand at a few and found them both fun and marvelously infuriating. Still, she was drawn to them, and was happy to look over the many booths. Turning the corner of one set of cranes, Octavia stopped suddenly at one, her eyes staring intently at a small, stuffed raccoon. She approached the crane and stopped, heart melting in her chest at the simple cuteness of the stuffed toy. The raven-haired player slid her hand into the pocket of her designer jeans in search of one of the many tokens Vinyl had bestowed upon her when they parted ways just a short while ago. Happily finding one, she slid the coin into the slot and steadied her hand on the control stick.

Tongue out in concentration, Octavia positioned the crane just above the creature and hit the drop button, eyes delighted as the crane clamped directly on the fuzzy animal. She watched with barely controlled glee as the raccoon was scooped up and raised, her body bouncing on the balls of her feet as the small plush began its ascent. Her happiness turned to stress a second later, however, as the raccoon began to slip from the steely fingers. Octavia pressed her hands to the glass as the crane began its sideways journey, all while the raccoon slipped further and further. Much to her dismay, the adorable stuffed raccoon, along with Octavia's heart, slid free of the crane and fell awkwardly against the outer wall of the drop chute.

Octavia stared longingly at the creature before she shoved her hand back in her pocket in search of another token. A dozen tries later, however, and she was coinless and distraught, standing in front of the head-standing raccoon. Dejectedly, she left the crane hall in search of Vinyl, her heart illogically breaking in her chest. Eventually she found Vinyl in Racer Alley, shamelessly whooping a teenager at Street Racing Nitro, her tongue out in smug victory.

Upon seeing the cellist, Vinyl slid out of the bucket seat and bounded up to the woman, already sensing a mood shift.

"Well, I'm all played out. You hungry?"

The cellist nodded and attempted to shake free the melancholy she felt settling over her. They both turned toward the exit, but were stopped when Vinyl suppressed a shudder.

"Sorry. I'm gonna hit the little girl's room, then we're all set. Meet me up front?"

"Yes, of course."

Vinyl nodded and then took off in a random direction, leaving Octavia to wander toward the front. Eventually, Vinyl had found her way back down and led the way to her bike. Once outside, she turned toward the cellist and lightly tapped her arm in disguised support.

"What happened, did you lose at a game or something?"

Octavia hesitated at the answer before smiling sadly at the DJ.

"Yes, I was doing so well. But I eventually lost."

"What were you playing?"

Octavia scrambled for the name of a game she had passed, finally blurting out the first title to cross her mind.

"Pac-man!"

Vinyl smiled sweetly at the cellist before handing her the helmet.

"That game is such a bitch. You'll get better at it, don't worry."

Octavia smiled at the simple gesture, a comforting heat spreading through her body at the DJ's genuine concern. She waited patiently for Vinyl to straddle the powerful machine before she slid in behind her, hands going up to gently hold the DJ's waist. After the arcade, the motorcycle didn't seem so bad. Vinyl turned her head to regard the cellist before firing up the loud engine.

"Anywhere you want to eat?"

Octavia shook her head and settled against the DJ as she turned over the massive engine, causing the arms around the jockey to tighten slightly.

"Surprise me."

Author's Notes:

I'm sorry it's taken so long for an update! I also know this chapter comes in at a very weird place, but it was oh so fun to write. I really just wanted something that shows that their friendship is building and they're still learning how to act around each other... I hope it's doing its job!

Standing Room Only

Vinyl guided the rumbling cycle to a smooth stop just outside a large, stainless-steel building trimmed in red and blue neon lighting, accentuating the large windows that featured a plethora of neon signs. Killing the engine, Vinyl held out her hand for Octavia, who graciously took it and slid off the back of the bike. Removing her helmet, Vinyl threw her leg over the side of the machine and stood just beside the unconvinced cellist before placing both helmets on her handlebars. The raven-haired strings player looked at the building for a long moment, eyes scanning the strange outer appearance of the supposed restaurant.

"You know, I've passed this eyesore of a building many a time, and never once knew it was a restaurant. What kind of place is this?"

Vinyl looked in merriment at the old-style diner before readjusting her bag and grabbed the hand of the cellist.

"It's a diner. Don't let the outside deter you, their food is incredible."

"And what kind of food do they serve at a diner?"

Snorting at the comment, Vinyl led them to the door and respectfully held it open for the still-unsure cellist. Once inside, Octavia looked over the decor, eyebrows drawing in deep thought. Vinyl slid in beside her and elbowed her gently before smiling at the woman who greeted them.

"Welcome to the Peg's. Hello, Vinyl!"

The DJ nodded to the server and tugged Octavia along to follow her to their seats. The woman placed down the menus and winked at the pair before skirting away, saying she'd return shortly. Octavia looked at the red vinyl booth before wrinkling her nose and slid in across from the exuberant DJ.

"Stop making faces or they'll stick."

Octavia made an even more displeased face at the DJ before curling her mouth to hide the smile that threatened to show. Instead, she picked up the menu and scanned it, lips pursing in thought. Vinyl chuckled at the cellist before looking over her own menu, her focus stopping to stare hungrily at the dessert section.

"No idea what I want for lunch, but there needs to be something sweet in my future. I'm banking on a big ass shake. What about you, Princess? What are you in the mood for?"

Octavia scanned the menu again, nose wrinkling in thought.

"Well, I've never had diner food, so I'm not sure. I don't normally eat at places like this."

"Oh, right, you're a D'Urberville's girl. Only the finest food from the finest ingredients in all of Canterlot. Well, I'll tell you something else: Peg's burgers are to die for, and they make the thickest shakes this side of the Everfree Forest."

Octavia flushed at the jockey's pleasant tone, her lavender eyes crinkling at the enthusiasm in which the jockey spoke. Still, she bit her lip in consternation, those same lavender eyes focusing intently on the DJ's smiling face.

"Would you be upset with me if I told you I've never had a milkshake before?"

Vinyl stilled her movement, mouth dropping open in shock. Quickly tilting her head, she waved the waitress over, making the older woman move faster in her approach. She sidled up to their table, kind blue eyes smiling.

"Yes, Pon. What'll you have?"

"Not sure yet, Dottie, but my friend here needs a milkshake, stat!"

Octavia blushed before waving her hand at the musician.

"N-no, that's not necessary. I could do without the calories and--"

"Nonsense. What do you want, chocolate? Vanilla? Peanut butter!?"

Octavia flushed at the discomfort that started to build in her shoulders. Passing her desperate eyes to the server, the cellist flashed a nervous smile at the other woman. Catching the hint, the older woman tapped her ticket book and gently patted the cellist on the shoulder.

"Take your time, hun. I'll be back in a bit to check on you girls."

Once gone, Octavia cast an uneasy smile to the DJ and leaned forward, voice escaping in an exasperated hiss.

"Please don't put me on the spot like that!!"

Vinyl held up her hands and smiled apologetically before leaning forward to peer at Octavia's menu.

"Sorry, O. It's just crazy that you've never even had a milkshake. You have to get one, you won't regret it!"

Octavia turned her attention back to the menu, lavender eyes thoughtfully scanning each choice on the long list. Vinyl hovered just before the cellist, foreheads almost brushing as they both read the list, the blue-striped DJ offering her own thoughts and reviews of the choices as they both perused the items. Octavia stopped just above one, a manicured fingernail going up to slide along the words as she read them.

"A delicious cocktail of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice creams, mixed with fresh bananas and strawberries and topped with hand-made whipped cream, drizzled with hot fudge, and topped with a single cherry. Nuts upon request."

Vinyl nodded approvingly and smiled at the cellist as she raised her eyes to gauge the jockey's reaction to her choice. Pleased, her focus shifted back to the menu as Vinyl receded back to her own seat and closed her menu. Dot, after allowing the cellist ample time to choose, returned to their table.

"All right, ladies, what'll it be?"

Octavia cleared her throat and smiled thankfully at the older woman.

"Yes, ma'am. I'd like your tomato-basil veggie burger? And is it at all possible to get that without the mushrooms?"

"Of course, love. Mozz okay? And to drink?"

"Yes, the mozzarella is fine. The Banana Split shake, please."

"Excellent choice. V? What about you?"

"You know what I like, Dot. Make sure you burn it and throw in some flare. And get me the trashcan shake, if you'd be so kind."

Smiling at both women, the waitress collected the menus and left to place the order. Once gone, Octavia cast an amused look to the relaxed woman.

"What did you order?"

"A shake with a bit of anything and a burger with absolutely everything."

"Do you come here often?"

"Nah, like once or twice a month, tops."

Octavia nodded and sat back in her seat, eyes shifting to look out the large windows. Her thoughts wandered aimlessly for several seconds before a question surfaced in her subconscious, causing her focus to pull back toward the DJ.

"Vinyl... how do you know Symphony?"

The musician straightened at the question and pinned her lenses on the cellist.

"Symph and I went to school together. She was the new girl--transferred in midyear--, and shy, and I got to talking to her a bit. Her inner beast came out once when she got into an argument with Sapphire Shores, though, and I had to break them apart. I thought it was the most awesome thing ever witnessed, and we've been friends ever since."

Octavia chuckled at the visual image, smile glowing brightly.

"Yes, Symphony can have quite a temper on her, but I love her dearly."

"How'd the two of you get to talking?"

Octavia bit her lip in thought as she remembered the first time she'd ever spoken to the violinist, the vivid memory causing a short laugh to escape her.

"Symphony and I went to Miss Lenoir's Academy for Gifted Musicians... I bumped into her when I was rushing to get to a rehearsal, and I wound up hitting her in the head with my cello case while she was bent down tying her shoe. It was mortifying-- I was in my first year, and she was a year ahead, and I almost fainted from the shock!"

Vinyl was shaking with laughter as the cellist recanted before both broke down into veracious giggles. The DJ shook both her hand at the strings player before choking out another laugh.

"Wait wait wait, you bludgeoned Symphony Strings with a giant cello case your first year??"

Octavia, red-faced from both her embarrassment and her giddiness, only nodded, causing the jockey to laugh even harder. Octavia managed to calm herself just enough to finish the story, waiting for the DJ to settle before she continued.

"Yes, well. She stood up and looked as though she was about to tear me to pieces, but from what she tells me, I looked so pathetic that she didn't have the heart to scream at me. Instead, she took my case and walked with me to rehearsal, where we were both supposed to be, and we talked after. From then on, we met up for rehearsals and then had lunch, and before I knew it, we were spending almost all of our time together."

"So your cute little sad face saved you from a reaming and gained you a friend? Damn, and I thought I had skill."

They continued to share stories for a time before Octavia smiled brilliantly at the DJ as she heard the waitress walking up with their tray of food. Dot opened a stand and placed down the large tray before skillfully dishing out the plates to the two musicians. After placing the large milkshakes, she collected her stand and tray and paused just beside their table.

"Look good, girls?"

Octavia nodded to the waitress, smile widening.

"Wonderful, thank you."

Vinyl merely nodded, mouth already full with her first bite. Octavia focused on the DJ and the large pile of food that the DJ joyously referred to as a burger. The cellist shook her head at the happily munching jockey before eyeing her own burger. Pausing to look at the sandwich contents, Octavia finally managed to slide her hands under the soft bun and lift the burger to eye level. Smelling it gently, she leaned forward and took a small bite, jaw moving slightly as she chewed, the intense flavor instantly greeting her hesitation. Her eyes fluttered closed as the sensation splashed through her before finally swallowing.

"That is incredible."

Vinyl wiped her hands on a napkin and took a sip of her shake before grinning at the impressed cellist.

"Taste the shake, and you'll be in heaven."

Shifting one hand from her burger, Octavia moved the large cup closer and took a long drag off the red-striped bendy straw. A moment later, an appreciative moan wafted gently from the cellist.

"Oh my goodness, I'm never leaving."

Vinyl nodded enthusiastically, grin smug.

"Ha, I told you. No faith in the Pon 3."

They ate in companionable silence for a time, both swept up in the flavors as they gratefully ate. Vinyl, having quickly devoured her monstrous burger, pulled her shake before her and sipped on it thoughtfully. Octavia glanced up at the empty plate and laughingly exhaled through her nose, sauce-covered fingers grabbing at a napkin to wipe at her face.

"You're finished already?"

"Yeah. I have a big appetite, and I needed the energy boost."

Octavia nodded and finished the remaining bites of her burger. Placing her plate on top of Vinyl's, she too pulled her shake forward to finish the last few sips of the thick beverage.

"So tell me how you and Lyra met."

Vinyl snickered and pushed her empty cup away before thoughtfully scratching at her cheek.

"Heartstrings and I have known each other since kindergarten. Once, on the playground, some big bitch took Lyra's toy and I dropkicked her in the chest. The teacher told my parents and I got in trouble, but Lyra thanked me for saving her monster truck. We've been best friends since that fateful day."

Octavia grinned, eyes crinkling with elation.

"That does seem very like you, being protective I mean."

"You have no idea."

Dot returned to clear the table and inquire about their meal and ask about dessert. Having both women decline, the waitress placed the check with a smile and floated away from the table. Vinyl plucked up the bill and folded it before her, elbows moving up to lean on the smooth surface of the table. From across the way Octavia beamed, eyes vibrant with simple happiness.

"Vinyl, are you going to the Canterlot Musician's Academy show this weekend?"

"Nah. I've made plans in P-ville with some friends. I need to get fitted for some digs. And besides, that's red carpet and VIP treatment, you only go if you get an invitation, or you're added to the guest list months in advance. I know the deal. Are you?"

"Yes, I... I go almost every year. But this year... Concerto asked if he could 'have the honor' of taking me. So this will be the first year Symphony isn't my date."

Vinyl nodded and cast her eyes toward the windows.

"Yeah, Strings told me that Pitch asked her to go, too."

"Yes, we're sharing a limo. I just didn't know if I'd see you there..."

The jockey turned back toward the cellist, smile radiant.

"What do you want to do now, Octavia? Your choice."

"Oh, I-I've just been going wherever you wanted, it's easier."

"Well, that's not what I asked you. What do you want to do?"

Octavia frowned at the question, eyebrows drawing lines in her forehead.

"I don't... know."

"Come on, girl. You always do what everyone else wants of you, what about you? What do you want for a change?"

"Oh, I have no--"

"You do know."

Octavia searched the purple lenses across from her, face warping in confusion for a moment. After a second she sighed and forced herself to relax, eyes closing as she filed through her mind for something she'd been meaning to get to recently. For a few seconds, Vinyl searched the placid face, smirk growing wider with each passing moment. Eventually, Octavia opened her eyes, vision zeroing in on Vinyl.

"Well, the Monet exhibit is still at the--"

"Aw, man, the Art Museum! I haven't been there in ages, I heard they got in some Dali paintings and expanded the surrealism stuff. Let's go!"

Slightly taken aback by the DJ's contagious enthusiasm, Octavia still remained in the booth even after the jockey slid out to stand.

"You... know art?"

Vinyl fished free her wallet and scooped up the check; she paused and offered her hand to the thoughtful Octavia.

"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?"

"Yes, you... certainly are."

Octavia and Vinyl started toward the large set of stairs that led up to the Art Museum, both seemingly excited to see the treasures inside. Octavia threaded her arm through Vinyl's and bumped into her, a carefree laugh echoing from the player.

"Oh, Vinyl, it feels so absolutely rebellious to pull up outside such a cultural icon on the back of a motorcycle!"

Vinyl grinned evilly as they continued their journey up the steps. Once paid for and inside, Octavia breathed in deeply and detached from the DJ, booted feet taking her a few steps toward the right. Vinyl stepped up beside the cellist and spread her arm out in a low bow, causing Octavia to playfully swat the DJ.

"Lead the way, Miss Melody."

Octavia nodded and began their journey through the many winding halls of the Museum. They began in the Equestrian Art galleries, which allowed the cultured cellist to prattle on about the different pieces and time periods as if she were an expert on the subject. Vinyl smiled at the cellist, humored by her soulful direction and over-joyed explanations of the exhibits. The blue-haired DJ respectfully followed behind Octavia as they moved, her attention split between the joyful cellist and the artwork as they made slow work of the massive museum.

Eventually leaving the Equestrian wing, they wandered through European and Asian galleries, filtering briefly through the American wing before eventually breaking apart at the cusp of Modern and Contemporary Art. Vinyl exited toward the Dali exhibit, leaving Octavia to pass through the halls and make a beeline for the Photography and Prints part of the museum. After almost an hour, and Octavia was slowly strolling through the black and whites of the exhibit, sighing happily as she stopped before her favorite photograph, eyes scanning the familiar planes of the picture with controlled nostalgia. Eventually, however, she tore her sight away from the picture and continued onward, intent on finding her boisterous friend.

Returning to the large Modern galleries, Octavia stopped before a particularly interesting piece, eyebrows drawing in thought as she looked over the curves and dips of the thick lines of the painting. Vinyl, who had also begun a journey to find her companion, finally stumbled across the cellist as her eyes were glued to a particular, abstractly explicit piece in the gallery. Smiling mischievously, she sidled up to the cellist and stopped to stand beside her, head tilted to look up at the painting.

"The female body is a beautiful thing, isn't it?"

Snapping her head to the side, Octavia frowned in thought.

"I beg your pardon?"

Tugging on the back of the cellist's designer blouse, she backed them up a few steps and had the raven-haired player tilt her head just so. After a moment, a dark blush covered the cheeks of the flustered cellist, her hands flying up to cover her mouth in distress. Vinyl curbed her laughter and playfully nudged the cellist, whose eyes had brimmed with barely controlled tears of embarrassment.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't even notice! I was trying to figure it out for almost fifteen full minutes!"

"Hey, hey... Calm down, no need to get yourself all worked up. It's just a painting, nobody here is judging you for being fascinated by it. The guy who painted this wanted people to think about his work and take their own thoughts away from it. That's the point, isn't it?"

Octavia nodded and blinked away the fitful tears before turning toward the DJ and smiled sadly.

"Thank you, Vinyl. For being so wonderful today."

Nodding happily, the DJ put her arm around the cellist and steered them toward the exit. Octavia relaxed easily in the jockey's embrace, her face lighting with a brilliant grin. Vinyl slid her arm down from the cellist's shoulders as they approached the doors of the museum before opening the exterior door for the cellist. Once outside, Octavia stopped, rapt attention focused on the breath-taking sunset unfolding before her.

"I've never seen the sunset from up here before... It's astounding."

Vinyl nodded and watched the colors for a moment before sliding her phone from her pocket, low whistle escaping her at the time.

"Well, I can honestly say I've never spent two hours in the Art Museum at once."

Octavia tore her eyes from the sky long enough to peer over the DJ's shoulder to catch the time. She smiled and nudged the jockey, lavender eyes bright in the dying rays of the sun.

"Well, we started our day late, then spent hours in the arcade, almost an hour at lunch, and now two in the museum. All in all, I'd say it was a pretty good day!"

Vinyl chuckled as she tugged on the hem of the cellist's shirt before starting toward the stairs.

"Yeah, but we're not done yet. It's almost concert time, and I don't want to miss out."

Octavia fell in step with the DJ as they descended the stairs, eyes going up to regard the spin doctor.

"Do I know of this band? Will I like them?"

"I think you're going to have a blast."

The two musicians walked down the block, having parked almost two blocks from the venue. Octavia frowned in the low light of twilight, the sun having all but disappeared from the sky. A large group of people stood in front of the building, sectioned off by red velvet ropes. Octavia moved a subconscious step closer to Vinyl, lavender eyes widening the closer they walked to the group.

"Vinyl, you remembered your tickets, right? I know we stopped so you could get changed--"

"What tickets?"

Mortified, Octavia peered up at Vinyl, only to be met with an impish grin. Waltzing up to the large bouncer, Vinyl tipped her chin at the big man. Slowly, the man flicked his eyes up to the odd pair.

"Names."

"Pon 3 and company."

With an exaggerated sigh, he scanned the list of names before him, slowly licking his thumb before flipping down the top page. With a bored grunt, he shifted and jerked his head to the side.

"Proceed."

Smiling smugly, Vinyl led the uneasy cellist past the tall man and into the neon atmosphere of the club. There was already a large group of people inside the venue, taking up most of the floor space of the hall. Swallowing nervously, Octavia shook the hand in her grasp, stress settling hotly in her belly.

"Vinyl, I don't like this."

"It's okay, I'll be right here."

Another group of people filtered in behind them, finally filling the floor to capacity. Shuddering against her will, Octavia stepped back into Vinyl, nerves fraying as the people moved in around them. The DJ put her hands on both the cellist's hips and leaned down to talk over the loud hum of the chatter in the room.

"I won't lose you."

Threading her thumbs in two loops of the cellist's jeans, she shifted them toward the front, the DJ's guidance making quick work of the throng of people. Upon seeing the barrier, Octavia reached for it and gripped it tightly, her heart rate through the roof in her stress. Vinyl slid in behind her and placed her hands on either side of the barrier, effectively protecting Octavia from the moving entity of the crowd behind her.

"You'll be safe here. If you can't deal, we can leave, no problem. Just let me know."

Her voice resonated deep in the cellist as she shook her head, intent on toughing it out through the concert. It wasn't long before the opening act came on, effectively pumping up the crowd. Octavia had relaxed significantly, almost enjoying the strange music the band performed. Vinyl had leaned in occasionally, offering different tidbits of information as the openers finished their set. The DJ had released her hold over the cellist, allowing her an ease of movement, but never going far enough to upset the musician. The stage lights dimmed as the main act was being set up, allowing Octavia a moment to look at the jovial jockey.

"I'm sorry for freaking out before! I'm not good at this sort of thing!"

The noise of the crowd was still above a normal speaking level, causing the cellist to lean close to the DJ and attempt to yell over the noise. Vinyl nodded as she heard the cellist before leaning down to respond.

"I hope you're at least having fun!"

Octavia nodded quickly and readjusted to her place beside Vinyl. After a long wait, the stage lights finally came up, revealing the band as they filtered onto the stage. The cheers from the crowd made the cellist wince, but she flashed a reassuring smile to the DJ. The two singers approached their mics and addressed the audience, a second wave of shouts causing a tingle to bolt down through the cellist, her shaking hands moving to grasp the barrier in her discomfort. Vinyl, after her voice died down, quickly squeezed the cellist before refocusing on the musicians as they began to play.

The first song wasn't as bad as Octavia had been expecting; the second song had her bopping her head with the beat and by the fourth song she was dancing along with the strangers around her, lavender eyes shining in the many lights of the show. The music had slowed down for a few songs, allowing the audience to settle enough and sway together as the soft music filtered over them. Octavia smile widely at the powerful voices as she closed her eyes, mind drifting in time with the words as they trickled through to her subconscious. Blinking open her eyes, she looked over at Vinyl as she swayed as well, lips silently singing along with the words, cheshire grin taking permanent residence on her face.

As the slow song ended, one of the singers stood and picked up the mic before kicking over the stand.

"Let's crank this shit up!"

The opening to the song took Octavia by surprise, the strings section of the tune making her smile brightly. The drums added, followed by the guitars and the second singer approached her mic, mouth opening to sing. Octavia felt her body move in time with the beat, her hands going up as her body bounced along with the people around her. She opened her eyes to look at Vinyl, smirk growing.

"Don't even talk about the consequence, cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me. And I don't give a damn, what they say, what they think think- cause you're the only one who's on my mind. I'll never ever let you leave me, I'll try to stop time forever, never wanna hear you say goodbye-bye."

Octavia bumped into Vinyl, eyes wrinkling in merriment before the jockey started dancing with her, in time with the beat pulsing around them. Octavia threw her hands up, hair shaking as she moved.

"I feel so untouched and I want you so much that I just, can't resist you. It's not enough to say that I miss you. I feel so untouched right now, need you so much somehow. I can't forget you. Been going crazy from the moment I met you."

The song continued, the infectious beat causing the cellist to throw all inhibition to the wind and simply enjoy the music. The lyrics filtered almost unacknowledged through her psyche, though the felt a strange pull at their message. She opened her eyes to look at Vinyl again, the movement drawing the focus of the DJ as she lipped the words to her, smiling breaking through as she pulled the cellist into dancing yet again. Eventually the song had wound down, but segued perfectly into another. Octavia kept pace with the crowd around her, striking her as the mass of people moved as a perfectly in-tune unit. Vinyl stayed just by her side, her focus bouncing between her and the band as they continued to play.

Eventually, the musicians stopped the music for a moment and left the stage, before coming out for the obligatory encore. Octavia found herself right at the front, screaming along with the mass of fans behind her. The twin singers approached their mics for a final time, one of them offering a bright smile to the crowd before her.

"Okay, fuckers, you deserve it! Final song and then we gotta bounce!"

Vinyl's voice joined in as the crowd screamed a final time before the guitarist began the last song, causing an even louder scream to echo through the crowd. The players on stage smiled.

"Here we are, so whatcha gonna do? Do I gotta spell it out for you? I can see that you got other plans for tonight, but I don't really care. Size me up you know I beat the best. Tick tock no time to rest. Let 'em say what they gonna say tonight, but tonight, I just don't really care."

Octavia locked eyes with the DJ and smiled as they moved together.

"Come on baby, we ain't gonna live forever. Let me show you all the things that we could do. You know you wanna be together, and I wanna spend the night with you, yeah-yeah. With you-ou. Yeah yeah, come with me tonight, we can make the night last forever, oh-oh."

Vinyl grasped both the hands of the cellist and spun her before they broke apart to jump along with the music. The crowd around them rocked along as more of the song continued, the musicians on stage bouncing along with the fans as they played.

"Let's pretend you're mine-- we can just pretend, we can just pretend-- yeah-yeah. You got what I like, you got what I like, I got what you like. Oh come on, just one taste and you want more. So tell me what you're waiting for!"

The chorus began again as the two musicians danced together in the audience, the two-tone DJ mouthing the words as they spun around each other and laughed, the cellist bopping her head along with the familiar words as they washed over the audience. The song finally ended and a chorus of cheers and screams rocked the house, the reserved cellist screaming out her excitement before she turned and squeezed the DJ in a surprise hug. Smiling down at the cellist, Vinyl grabbed at the small wrist and tugged her, signaling the idea for a quick escape.

Once through the large group and outside, Octavia chuckled as she stumbled into Vinyl, humored energy igniting a burning joy deep within her chest.

"Oh, Vinyl, that was so much fun!"

"Glad you liked it. It's gotten pretty late, you ready to go home?"

Octavia narrowed her eyes in thought as they continued the journey toward Vinyl's bike.

"Actually... no. Do you have your keys to the Harwan?"

Vinyl looked down at the small set of keys that she had fished from her bag and frowned.

"Uh, no. They're at home, why?"

"Would you play with me again?"

Vinyl smiled as the words trickled through her brain before nodding at the expectant cellist. Squealing with delight, Octavia threw an arm around the DJ and chuckle softly.

"Thank you, Vinyl!"

Beaming down at the strings player, Vinyl nodded. They approached the bike and climbed on before heading toward Vinyl's apartment; stopping off to grab the keys, the two musicians made the familiar journey toward the famous theatre. Pulling up just outside the massive front doors, Vinyl killed the engine and both women slid off the cycle. Grabbing the bigger set of keys out of her pocket, Vinyl unlocked the doors and quickly slipped inside, feet making short work of the space separating her from the alarm. Dialing the code, she sighed deeply as her phone began to ring a moment later. Answering it on a whim, she smiled even before hearing the familiar voice on the line.

"Yeah, just me. Don't call the cops... Yeah, I'll reset it, don't worry. Thanks, night."

Octavia smiled teasingly at the jockey, eyebrows drawn high on her forehead.

"Do you break in here often in the middle of the night?"

"Nah, not too much. Just when good-girl cellists feel like being breaking a few rules!"

Octavia laughed joyfully before tugging Vinyl toward the large center doors. Vinyl veered toward the left to head through a side door and into the switch room. Hitting the proper switches, the house lights were brought up to burn low and the stage lights were switched on, illuminating the polished floor in a familiar soft glow. Vinyl slid out of the booth and rejoined the cellist before guiding them toward the stage. Once there, the jockey left to gather the house cello and chair for the blissful strings player.

Returning just a moment later, Vinyl placed the chair and opened the familiar case, a wave of remembrance sweeping through her at the motion.

"Remember the first time we met and you tried to lynch me with your eyes?"

Octavia nodded and chuckled low, her earlier excitement having been dialed back to her normal, calm state.

"Yes, I... I didn't know what to make of you. But you blew me away with your manner and talent."

"Ooh, my talent? Why, Octavia, you do care!"

The cellist snorted before graciously accepting the cello from the snarky DJ. She took her seat beside the massive black piano and positioned herself just so. Lifting her eyes to peer at the DJ as she cracked her knuckles, Octavia smiled peacefully.

"I'd like for you to start, if you don't mind?"

Vinyl nodded and rolled her shoulders before she lifted the cover and placed her fingers on the black and white keys. Counting briefly in her head, she finally began to play a slow, soulful piece. For a moment, Octavia allowed the music to flow through her before picking up her bow to play. She fell into herself as she played, body swaying gently as the two pieces harmonized, adding a growing feeling of completeness to the music.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours as they played with felicity, their own music bending and cascading through each other, creating a brilliant symphony with their melodies. Octavia finally felt the music coming to a close and pulled a long note, allowing Vinyl to finish her own piece before a thick silence settled over the two musicians. Suppressing a shudder, Octavia finally opened her eyes to settle on the DJ, dazzling smile glowing beautifully in the lights of the stage.

"I've never harmonized so well with someone before, and I play with an orchestra. Your music seems to have a life of its own."

Vinyl nodded before she slid back the bench to stand and stretch. The exhaustion she had felt creeping upon her all day was suddenly back with a vengeful force, causing her energy to sap almost entirely. Tiredly, she walked to the center of the stage and plopped down, legs curling beneath her as she leaned her elbows on her knees. Octavia smiled and stood as well, shifting her body over to place the cello on the stand before approaching the tired DJ. The cellist sat as well, legs folded the same, knees faintly brushing the DJ's as they sat across from one another.

"Vinyl, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you... sing?"

Vinyl smiled reflexively before running her hand through the wild hair. She turned her head to look out over the many rows of chairs that littered the auditorium before refocusing on the raven-haired woman. For a moment, she paused, words tumbling in her brain as she mulled over her answer.

"I... used to. I don't anymore."

"Symphony told me you have an amazing voice."

"Symphony needs to shut up sometimes."

Vinyl leaned back on her hands and tossed her head back, breath escaping in a deep sigh.

"I haven't... I-- My. Fucking Celestia, why can't I--"

"I'm sorry, Vinyl. I didn't mean to--"

The DJ sighed heavily again before tilted her body forward once more, elbows returning to rest gently on her knees.

"I... I haven't sung since the night my mom died."

Octavia frowned deeply at the simple statement before moving her hand to rest gently on the DJ's forearm, thumb rubbing small circles on the pale skin.

"I didn't mean to bring up bad memories, Vinyl. I was just curious. So much of you is interesting to me, I was just wondering about how your voice sounded."

"It's not your fault, Tav. You don't know."

"No, I... I don't. Would you... like to talk about it?"

Vinyl exhaled sharply and snapped her head to the side, face bowing toward the stage in thought. Eventually she tilted her head back up to peer at the patient cellist.

"It's a long, sad, aggravating story about giving up hope and me losing my shit, you sure you want to sully our good time with something like that? I don't know how you'd hold up."

Octavia's frown only deepened at the words, though her deep lavender eyes offered silent sympathy to the pensive jockey.

"I'm sorry, Scratch... I didn't mean to-- You can talk about it if you like, I'm always here if you need someone. No strings."

For a long time, Vinyl simply looked at Octavia, lips neutral. From behind her glasses, her eyes skipped down to the hand that still warmed her skin and the thumb that hadn't ceased its movement. Smiling to herself, she refocused on Octavia's kind eyes.

"You sure?"

Octavia nodded softly and offered a sweet smile to the hesitant pianist in hopes of calming her mood. Sighing deeply, Vinyl nodded and began.

"I was less than three days from graduating... The night my mom died, I was at school, in the mixing booth, just trying to keep my head straight. My dad called me in a panic and told me I needed to get to the hospital immediately, that my mom didn't have much time. I blew out of there in a hurry and put a call in to Lyra to let her know what was going on. I got to the hospital like, twenty minutes later and almost tackled a nurse that got in my way. I managed to get to my mom's room in time to see my aunt come out in tears and basically collapse in the hallway."

"I came around the corner and stopped dead. She looked so little in her bed, and I was afraid to get much closer to her, like I'd break her or something. But my dad called me over-- I'll never forget the look on his face. I'd never seen anyone so lost. But I looked down at her, and she managed to open her eyes and smile at me."

Vinyl's knees began to bounce in her nervous emotion, a flurry of tears swirling just behind her eyes that she tried desperately to kill. Shaking her head, she moved her palms to rub down the cloth of her jeans, just to keep her hands moving. Biting her lip, she shook off the uncertainty and continued.

"She told me that she was proud of all I was doing and all that I had become. She told me, 'Vinyl, you've got so much passion in you, I don't want to see it go to waste. Follow your heart, wherever it may lead you. Always have a voice.' I had been crying so hard at that point, I almost didn't hear the last part. She looked at my dad and told us she loved us both and then she just died. She just fucking died."

Octavia was unsuccessful in stopping her tears, and she sniffled gently as they came in waves. Still, Vinyl shook with pent up energy, knees still bouncing wildly against the stage floor.

"I flew outta there like a fucking bat out of hell and disappeared. I didn't know what to do. I wound up in a park somewhere and just cried all night. A part of me shattered that night, and I started to spiral into a black, black hole. I threw all of my attention to the pain, ignored everybody in my life, and trucked through graduation. I was top of my class."

Vinyl absently cracked her knuckles as she continued her story, legs never ceasing in their movement.

"After graduation, I just disappeared. I started drinking heavily, I tried drugs, I broke up with the strings player I had been dating for two years... I stopped talking to Lyra. Nothing felt important. I poured all of my grief into my music, but I couldn't bring myself to sing it. I tried. I tried everything."

"Eventually, Spitfire found me almost a month later and started hammering shit into my head and told me I was being selfish and that I had no right to abandon my friends like that... We got into a huge argument, which turned into a brutal fist fight... I broke her arm, she broke my nose, I attempted to punch her, missed, hit a wall, broke my hand... The noise alerted the neighbors and the cops were called. My hand was cast; I couldn't even write or play music..."

Octavia shuddered at the emotion coursing through her and forcefully stopped herself from hugging the oddly disconnected DJ. Her own knees felt as though they were shaking, though they were visually still. She reached a hand out to the DJ and squeezed the lower leg that was still curled underneath the woman. Vinyl tilted her head up to look back at the cellist before shaking her head sadly.

"The only thing I had to get me through that pain was now gone. So then everything got worse. I was a raging alcoholic with a busted hand and strong ass painkillers. Lyra tried every day to get in to see me, so I just stopped coming home. I lived out of my friend Bone's place. The drugs I was on really fucked with my head, and one night, I took a walk through downtown Canterlot... I was super drunk on 101 Rum, and high as a kite on some cocktail of drugs... I stumbled into an alley and fell in front of a busted whiskey bottle. Without even a second thought, I grabbed a piece of it and sliced my arm..."

The DJ tilted her arm, underside up, to the cellist, the pale, jagged white scar now glaringly obvious. Octavia gently grasped the forearm and slid her free fingers down the long, deep scar, tears splashing against the pale skin as her emotion bubbled to the surface.

"Oh, Vinyl..."

"Yeah. Got my vein. I bled a lot. A part of me wanted to just bleed out in the alley, but something in my head told me not to. I remember casually scanning my contact list and then just randomly called Lyra... I felt so calm then, like everything was fine. She picked up on the second ring, even though it was like 4 in the morning. I told her what happened, and kinda described where I was, and she freaked the fuck out. Like, totally flipped her shit."

"Well, do you blame her??"

Vinyl smiled gently, breaking the tension she could feel building in the cellist.

"She called an ambulance and beat it there. She was crying and calling me stupid and took her shirt off to stop the bleeding and then hugged me like she was never going to let me go. The EMTs got there a few minutes later, and they rushed me to a hospital... Needed stitches, they kept me for a psych test and then had me stay at the hospital for two weeks. It turns out that Lyra had been so beyond worried about me that it put a strain on her and B's relationship. Luckily though, Bonbon came to the hospital to curse me out but told me she still loved me, and that I should stay okay so that she could have Lyra back."

"Needless to say, I got my ass back on the straight and narrow, went to AA for 8 weeks, and turned my shit around. Spitfire didn't talk to me for almost three years, but recently we got back into it, so that's good. Lyra now won't go more than two days without talking to me and demands we hang out at least once a week. Bonbon likes to slap me around from time to time, and Symphony pretends that I didn't lose my mind for a while. It hit her pretty hard. So uhh... moral of the story is that I uh. I haven't sung in a number of years."

She smiled cutely, attempting to change the mood that had settled heavily over the pair. Octavia finally released her hold on the DJ's leg and wiped quickly at her eyes before laughing loudly, to keep from crying harder.

"Oh my goodness, Vinyl, I probably would have lost my mind if you ever did that to me. You're okay now, though, right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to go all postal on you, but you asked."

Octavia nodded and smiled, despite the harrowing story. Still, she tilted her head in thought, puffy eyes looking over the exhausted DJ.

"And how do you feel?"

"Ehh... I don't know. Weird? I've never talked about it with anyone else, so I guess I feel a little mellow?"

"Those songs you played tonight, they have music, don't they?"

"Yeah, they do."

Octavia stood and offered her hand down to the seated DJ, smile wide, nose crinkling as she sniffled.

"Vinyl Scratch... sing for me."

Author's Notes:

This chapter was supposed to go up yesterday... Anyway. I was listening to The Veronicas whilst thinking about this chapter, and two of their songs popped in to fit pretty well. I've never put lyrics or things of the like in a story, but I figured I'd try. 4ever and Untouched. I hope you enjoy? Also, my Beta is working, so please excuse mistakes. I'll fix them as I find them. I've noticed that my spacing between paragraphs has been wonky with recent chapters, so I hope to finally fix that. Sorry.... B out.

Smithy

Vinyl looked up at the cellist as she stood, hand out in patient wonder, face bearing a soft smile. The two-tone jockey flashed a small grin before accepting the hand and was pulled easily to her feet. They stood before one another for a brief period, hands still clasped as Vinyl searched the raven-haired woman's pleasant violet gaze, heart pounding harshly in her chest, stomach knotted in nervousness. Finally, she nodded, mouth twisting in a wry grin before she led the strings player to the piano. Octavia tilted her head at Vinyl as she settled behind the keys before moving over to lift the cello free of the stand. Taking her place just beside the Grand, Octavia settled and looked up at the uneasy jockey.

"I can play you in."

Vinyl nodded and gestured for Octavia to begin, the strings player falling easily into a soothing melody. Vinyl looked down at the keys and began to play her own tune, mind shifting as the words spun in her brain. She focused hard on the keys as she played, a bitter tightness growing in her stomach, stress level rising at the impending song. She shifted her gaze to Octavia as she played softly, face relaxed and gentle as the music rolled through her, the jockey's own fingers playing automatically as she watched. Attempting to shake free the tension, Vinyl slid off her glasses, eyes closed, and placed them on the top of the piano before falling back into playing.

Octavia, having opened her eyes, felt her pulse quicken as she noticed the DJ's stress-lined face, finally visible from beneath the ever-present lenses. The cellist continued to play as she watched the DJ battle an internal war, heart going out to the distressed pianist as they both played softly together. Watching carefully, Octavia noticed Vinyl's face relax, the thick lashes fluttering softly against pale cheekbones as her mood shifted into astute determination. Octavia refocused her playing, body sensing a change in the music as Vinyl played with deep, sure strokes of the keys. Eyes never leaving the DJ's face, Octavia dialed back the tones of her own instrument as Vinyl opened her mouth to sing.

"Under your spell again... I can't say no to you. Crave my heart, and it's bleeding in your hand. I can't say no to you. Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly. Now I can't let go of this dream, I can't breathe but I feel... good enough. I feel good enough. For you."

Octavia's play had ceased as the low, powerful voice swept through the massive auditorium, effectively rendering her speechless. She felt her heart begin to beat wildly in her chest, vision transfixed on the DJ as her voice cascaded over them before breaking off to play a short instrumental piece.

"Drink up sweet decadence. I can't say no to you. And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind. I can't say no to you."

Vinyl had opened her eyes as the high note escalated, crystalline carmine orbs lifting to focus on the rapt cellist. Time escaped the player as their eyes finally met, the dulcet tones of the jockey's voice causing a bolt of breath-stealing electricity to shake through the raven-haired musician as the pianist continued to sing.

"Shouldn't let you conquer me completely. Now I can't let go of this dream, can't believe that I feel good enough. I feel good enough. It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good."

Vinyl finally broke eye contact with the cellist as her voice strengthened, face changing as the emotion in her bubbled forward, eyebrows drawing deeply as she hit her note with long-forgotten perfection, fingers moving perfectly along the keys as she sang.

"And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall. Pour real life down on me. Cause I can't hold on, to anything this good enough. Am I good enough? For you to love me, too?"

Octavia felt a dark blush crawl up her neck from the intensity, an explosion of gooseflesh prickling her skin as the DJ's voice echoed a long high note, red eyes once again opening to focus on tearful violet as the jockey's voice dropped low to finish.

"So take care of what you ask of me. Cause I can't say no..."

Vinyl finished and lifted her hands to fold into her lap, nervous red eyes peering thoughtfully at the astonished Octavia. Eventually, Octavia released the breath she had been holding and slowly moved to stand before quietly placing the cello back in its stand. Turning to face the jittery Vinyl, Octavia released a short laugh and smiled wide at her companion. She approached the seated player, face still aflame, though her eyes sparkled with amazement; she stopped just beside the bench and leaned heavily on the piano as she shook her head.

"Your voice... is incredible."

Her words were breathy and low, tempered by the intensity that settled between them. Vinyl, chest heaving, smiled quickly at the cellist.

"I'm... a little rusty."

Octavia shook her head before taking both of the jockey's hand and tugged her away from the bench to stand before her.

"You astound me... How do you feel?"

Releasing one of the cellist's hands, Vinyl moved a shaky hand to glide roughly through her hair. Her body trembled with pent up emotional exhaust, a fact that was not lost on Octavia.

"Crazy."

Carmine eyes searched patient violet, inner turmoil spilling over to the bright red gaze. The cellist simply moved forward and slid her arms up around the DJ's neck and pulled her downward in the hug to rest against her shoulder; Vinyl brought her arms up to encircle the cellist, body shaking as she clung to the other woman in hopes of conquering the lingering tension. For long minutes they simply stood, Octavia's mind playing the performance over and over again, chest pulsing with pride for the surprisingly sensitive musician. Finally, Vinyl tore herself away and glanced down at the strings player, an easiness returning to the red orbs.

"Thanks, Tav. Really."

Octavia nodded and smiled, eyes glowing with adoration for the vulnerable jockey.

"Can you sing something else for me?"

Vinyl chuckled and shook her head before turning to retrieve her glasses. Instead of sliding them over her eyes, she simply placed them in the wild bangs above her forehead before spinning to pin the cellist with a mischievous glint.

"No, I can't. Not tonight. Would you play something for me instead?"

Octavia smiled and nodded and retrieved the cello once more. Vinyl hopped up on the piano, legs dangling just beside Octavia as she settled in. Octavia began a low, slow tune, the deep tones washing over the frayed nerves of the jockey. Vinyl listened to the melody, eyes falling closed as the baritone sounds swept over her, instantly relaxing her. Once the cellist finished, Vinyl lifted her head, eyes locking on Octavia.

"I should carry you around in my pocket so you can play for me always."

Smiling sweetly, Octavia stood and faced the two-toned singer.

"Sing for me, and I'm yours whenever you want me."

Vinyl looked seriously at the cellist for a moment, the words filtering through her body, sending shivers across her shoulders at the innocent words. She smiled reflexively before putting her hand out. The cellist chuckled before shaking the offered hand heartily, violet eyes glittering under the stage lights.

"Deal."

Vinyl slid down from the piano and grabbed at the cello case. Allowing a moment for Octavia to pack up the instrument, the two gathered up the items and headed back toward the closet to stow them. Once clear, Vinyl led them through the darkness to clear the lights and head toward the front door before finally leaving the Harwan secure for the night. Once outside, Vinyl fished out her phone to check the time, her breath escaping in an incredulous huff.

"Well damn, way past 4 o'clock."

The dark eyebrows of the cellist lifted high after hearing the time before she began to laugh gently.

"Oh, is that all? I was hoping for 7."

Vinyl playfully shoved the cellist before approaching her bike and lifted the helmets, arm sliding over to offer the second to Octavia. Taking it thankfully, the strings player slid it over her head with practiced ease and waited while Vinyl settled over the cycle; she slid on and adjusted her position before wrapping her arms around the DJ in a tight hug. Smiling wide, Vinyl kicked over the engine and pulled into the empty street before heading toward the Waldorf.

Finally pulling up outside the massive building, Vinyl killed the engine in the quiet neighborhood and again offered her hand to the cellist as she climbed off the cycle. Vinyl, too, dismounted, but merely turned to lean against the leather seat. Octavia removed her helmet and gave it back to the jockey before smiling at the casual musician.

"Thank you for today, Vinyl. I had... such fun."

Vinyl nodded before sliding her bag around to the front and unzipped it, hand moving in to grab the cellist's purse. Handing over the large bag, Vinyl slid her glasses up from her eyes and grinned at the player.

"You're welcome. I did, too. We'll have to do it again soon, there are things you still haven't seen yet."

"What's on your agenda for tomorrow?"

Vinyl shrugged, her sleep-fuzzed brain drawing a blank.

"No idea. I just hope I get some shut-eye. You?"

"The Orchestra is meeting bright and early to prepare for our move up to New York for a performance. It's been quite some time since I've been with everyone."

The jockey smiled and stood to stretch before pinning the cellist with a playful smirk.

"I'm proud of you, Miss Priss. Make sure you own that cellist posse of yours."

Octavia nodded and grinned softly, face colored with a faint blush. She stepped closer to Vinyl, dazzling smile lighting her face. The jockey snorted and quickly straightened to wrap the cellist in a friendly bearhug. Laughing from within the musician's arms, Octavia stepped back and lightly punched the woman in the arm.

"Good night, Scratch."

"Night, Melody."

Octavia turned and walked toward her building before slipping through the front door and headed toward the elevators. Vinyl looked after her, eyes transfixed as the cellist turned to look back, smile lighting her face before she threw up a small wave and finally entered the elevator. Grinning to herself, Vinyl straddled her bike once more and turned over the engine before making the short journey back to the Astoria.

Lyra whistled as she strolled happily down the familiar hallway, a large sack over one shoulder. Pausing at the correct door, she knocked three times and waited. After a moment, she casually slid her hand into her pocket to retrieve her keys. Shifting the weight on her back, she picked the correct one and slid it into the lock before turning it over and opened the door. She looked down at her watch, eyes glowing with a dark mischief as the blue-lit numbers stared back at her. 5:58.

Fully kicking open the door, she was greeted with an exhausted, half-naked DJ as she towel-dried her wet hair, eyes closed in exhaustion. Once the door connected with the wall behind it, the jockey jumped, bloodshot red eyes snapping open to look at the load-bearing lyrist.

"For Luna's sake, Heartstrings, don't you friggin' knock?"

"I did, three times. Figured you were pre-occupied."

She came in and closed the door behind her before heading toward the couch, body crouching to turn on a lamp as she went. Vinyl stood in the center of the hardwood and stared strangely at her friend, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Okay, Lyr, what in the hell are you doing here again?"

"Video game marathon. Do you not remember?"

Vinyl blinked twice before the phone conversation from the day before came rushing back to her, an amused smile splitting her tired face.

"Yeah, now I remember. You were being a bitch and I threatened to kill you."

Making a face at the freshly showered DJ, Lyra began to unpack the large sack. Vinyl, disinterested, continued her slow pacing as she continued to shake the wet hair. Sighing heavily, she plopped down in an arm chair and covered her eyes with her free hand. Lyra paused in her unpacking to study the slouching DJ, golden eyes alight with curiosity.

"So, yesterday was Tuesday... I called you around 11:30, talked to you about today, you seemed to agree. I figured you'd gone to sleep, but apparently you didn't? And judging by you showering at such a weird hour, that means you haven't been home very long, because you always shower after you come home for the night. So tell me, what were you doing all day that you still didn't get any sleep for the fourth night in a row?"

Vinyl's smile only widened the further Lyra explained before she was laughing almost hysterically, her exhaustion mixing dangerously with her cognitive processes.

"Do you have a tracking system on me or something, you freakin' beast?"

"Habitual creature; I know you better than anyone else. Now answer the question."

Vinyl stared at Lyra for a second, red eyes fluttering closed before she chuckled humorlessly.

"I spent the day with Octavia. I only just got home about an hour ago."

Lyra's eyebrows instantly shot up and she was up and approaching the DJ with blinding speed.

"What?? Oh man, give me details! What did you guys do?"

Vinyl smiled before closing her eyes, focus pulling hard toward sleep. Lyra, sensing the drifting DJ, plopped down hard on her lap and leaned sideways against the jockey, elbow propping her up to have her peer down at the woman. Grunting at the weight currently settled against her chest, Vinyl cracked open one eye to glare at the smiling lyrist.

"Get off me before I throw you off me."

"No, you're keeping secrets. What did you do? Was it a date? Come on, Vinyl, give me something."

"I'm not keeping secrets, nothing too special, it wasn't a date, and I did give you something."

Lyra tilted her head and looked down at the musician, fully unconvinced. She sucked her teeth before leaning closer to the DJ, golden eyes alight with irritation.

"Okay, Scratch, I can torture it out of you."

"It wasn't a date."

Vinyl leaned her head back from Lyra and smiled nervously; Lyra only moved closer, grin evil.

"But you wanted it to be one."

"Shut up, Heartstrings."

Grinning smugly, Lyra leaned back and shifted her legs sideways across the DJ's lap, crossing them at the knee before smiling down at the jockey.

"Tell me about your almost-date with that hyper-attractive Octavia, Miss Pon 3."

"I fixed her sink, we went to 5C, then to Peg's, the Art Museum, the V's concert, then chilled at the Harwan. End of story."

"What happened with the sink?"

"Pipe was old. Water everywhere."

"Okay, and you took her to Carny's?"

"She sucks at crane games."

"And then to Peg's?"

"Yep, had her first milkshake."

"And you willingly walked around a museum?"

"For almost two hours."

"Then you took Miss Melody to a club to see our girls play?"

"She loved them."

"What did you guys do at the Harwan?"

"Played."

Vinyl closed her eyes after that, her body beyond tired from the past few days. Lyra looked quizzically at the DJ, mind whirling at the information. There was something else, but would have to wait to properly grill the exhausted jockey. Instead, she slid off Vinyl's lap and pulled her to her feet, golden eyes scanning the exhausted woman with interest.

"Okay, V. You're gonna nap a bit, and while you do that, I'm going to play Call of Modern Battlefield 14, because your TV is huge and we're not cancelling our plans for today. Deal?"

"Deal."

Lyra led the exhausted jockey toward the large, over-stuffed couch and gently pushed her to sit. Rubbing at her eyes, Vinyl yawned loudly before gesturing toward the side table. Understanding the obscure movement, Lyra plucked up the brush and handed it to the DJ. After brushing out the tangles of her two-tone hair, she carelessly tossed the brush and flopped down on her side, breath escaping in a huff as she settled. Lyra lifted the jockey's bare legs and patted the skin before moving to kneel near Vinyl's head.

"Since I've burst in on you in your underwear, would you like a blanket?"

Shaking her head softly, Vinyl absently felt for her MP3 player. Finally finding it, she opened her eyes to regard Lyra.

"Mm, no. 'm hot. Do you see my headphones?"

Lyra turned her attention to the living room, her golden eyes making quick work of finding the large, white headphones. Sliding them off the coffee table, she handed them to the DJ, smiling softly as Vinyl slid them comfortably over her ears.

"Just wake me in a few hours."

Lyra nodded and patted the jockey's bare stomach before climbing to her feet, her eyes scanning the room. Dropping to move the coffee table, Lyra made space for her to sit before approaching the TV and consoles. Turning on the massive TV, she loaded her profile and started her game. Scooting backward, she turned to look at the DJ as she lay, headphones snuggly over hidden ears, and the large red eyes closed peacefully in much needed sleep. The MP3 player lay tucked in the black sports bra the jockey normally wore to bed, matched by the black boy shirts that currently left the long legs exposed to the cool air of the room.

Fetching a blanket from the nearby armchair, Lyra tossed the hefty material on the floor beside her as she sat down, legs moving to curl underneath her as she leaned back against the couch. Shifting her focus once more to Vinyl, she smiled, the loud beats from the headphones reaching her ears as the DJ slept. Shaking her head, she pressed start on the game and chuckled darkly as it began.

Octavia paced her apartment as she brushed her freshly blow-dried hair. A smile had found permanent residence on her face as she continued her movements, eyes momentarily shifting to the clock on her wall. 6:43. Finally finishing with the brush, she turned toward her bedroom, carefully sliding inside to stow the item. Taking one last look at her casual, yet stylish attire, she smiled at her reflection and headed back toward the living room. She casually picked up her purse and phone and headed toward the door, pausing for a moment to look over the immaculate apartment. Finally opening her door, she stopped suddenly at a small bag tucked against her door frame. Bending to one knee, Octavia spun the tag and read it, smile widening. 'Tav.'

Grabbing at the small handles, Octavia stood and closed her door as she approached her kitchen. Dropping her purse on the counter, Octavia curiously turned over the closed bag, eyes scanning the glittery purple tote with controlled enthusiasm. Placing down the small gift, she tugged at the handles and peered inside. Amidst the tissue paper, she pulled out a collection of CDs, an excited laugh escaping her lips as she looked over the bundle. Peering back inside the bag, she plucked free a tissue-wrapped mass that lay still at the bottom of the bag. Looking over the small, wrapped item, she carefully ripped at the thin paper before stopping suddenly.

Fully unwrapping the small present quickly, her eyes watered with unshed tears, her smile only spreading as she looked down at the small stuffed raccoon. Laughing despite her tears, she hugged the toy to her chest for a long moment before sitting him down on the counter. Snatching up the bag, she peered inside to make sure it was empty before plucking free the folded note at the bottom of the bag. Quickly unfolding it, her teary eyes scanned the note as she began to laugh, causing the tears to drip gently in the motion.

'I'm pretty sure you're the most animated crane player I've ever seen. I've named your raccoon Smithy, please refer to him as such. And for the love of Celestia, don't ever make a sad face like that again!'

Octavia shifted her eyes down to the simple signature at the bottom of the note. 'V.' Wrapping the note back up, she placed it and the CDs back in the bag and started toward her bedroom. Stopping short, she turned and picked up Smithy from the counter and walked to deposit the items on her coffee table. Bending to place the small raccoon on her couch, Octavia set him just so, large dark eyes shining above a cute, stitched smile. Patting him on his head, Octavia straightened and reached for a tissue. Popping out her compact, she checked her mascara before ultimately readying to leave once more. Finally outside, she closed her apartment door and started toward the lobby, a bounce in her step.

A short while later, and Octavia was walking meaningfully down a long hall before arriving at the proper threshold; she lifted her hand to knock, smile never leaving her face. Eventually, after a long period of knocks, a disheveled and irritated Symphony answered the door. Her face turned from irritation to surprise, however, as she took in the sight of the excited Octavia. Waving her in, Symphony closed the door and leaned heavily against it once inside.

"What on Earth are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Waving her off, Octavia sat on the couch and smiled up at the cranky violinist.

"Oh, I couldn't sleep! I figured I'd come see you before you had to get ready for this morning."

Shifting her eyes toward the large wall clock, Symphony checked the time before tracking her eyes back toward the ecstatic cellist.

"Yes, Octavia, darling... But it's barely 7:15. I don't have to be up until 8, and our meeting is at 9."

"Well, you're more than welcome to go back to sleep, Symphony. I just needed to get moving."

Warily eyeing the energetic cellist, Symphony cocked her head to the side.

"Why are you so awake this early in the morning? Normally you're worse than I am."

"Oh, I haven't sleep yet. I was up all night with Vinyl!"

Mouth opening in shock, Symphony quickly approached the couch and slid in to sit beside the happy cellist.

"Explain exactly what that means."

Octavia laughed gently and playfully nudged her violinist companion.

"Well, I wanted to play hooky yesterday, and it turned into an all-day event."

"So you called Vinyl to play hooky with you? What did you two do all day?"

Octavia smiled, eyes crinkling in her glee, as she shook her head at the previous day's memories.

"Well, it started out a little off-handed. My sink ruptured and wound up getting water all over my kitchen. Vinyl burst through the door after I had screamed, and had quite a time trying to get the water to turn off. She was absolutely drenched, the poor thing. She managed to get the things I needed and fixed my sink for me though, which was simply wonderful of her."

"Wet Vinyl isn't happy Vinyl. So where did you go, what did you do??"

"Oh, she took me to this arcade! It was very loud at first, and quite dark, but once I adjusted, I actually had a splendid time! We had separated briefly, and I wandered around a large room with many crane machines-- I tried to win a stuffed raccoon, but failed. This morning though, before I left, I found a gift from Vinyl and inside was my raccoon! She won him for me at some point during our visit, though I'm unsure when. She named him Smithy."

Symphony laughed joyously at the news, touched at Vinyl's small gesture. She turned her teal eyes toward Octavia, beyond intrigued at their day.

"So then where did you go?"

"Oh, we went to eat at this metal building. Peg's, I think. I had the most incredible vegetarian burger there, and I had my first milkshake! I thought Vinyl would die from the shock of it, me never having had one before."

"Oh, goodness. Peg's does have incredible food. So then after Peg's, what happened?"

"She took me to the Art Museum and we perused the many exhibits for a while. But the time had started to run out, and then she took me to a concert at some little place down near the District."

"Oh, right. I remember hearing about the V's being back in town. They put on an amazing show. Did you get to meet them?"

Octavia frowned at the question and gently shook her head.

"No, I didn't. It would have been very interesting if I had, they're very talented musicians."

"I would have thought for sure Vinyl would've taken you backstage. She mixes for them!"

Impressed, Octavia half shrugged before grinning again.

"Maybe one day. But... After the concert, Vinyl pulled me out of the crowd and I asked if we could go to the Harwan to play together again... And oh, Symphony..."

The cellist began to tear at the memory, the familiar chills returning as she recalled the jockey's incredible singing voice. Sensing the change in her friend, Symphony scooted closer and gently rubbed Octavia's forearm, eyebrows drawing in mild concern. Leaning downward to peer up at the cellist, she smiled.

"What is it, Octavia? What happened?"

With teary eyes, she focused on Symphony, trembling lips twisting into an elated smile.

"Vinyl... she sang. It was the most incredible thing I've ever heard."

Unable to stop the shock, Symphony's mouth fell open, eyes widening at the information.

"You... you got Vinyl to... to sing?"

Unable to speak, Octavia simply nodded. The violinist blinked rapidly, her brain refusing to process the information. She moved to clasp the hands of the cellist, two sets of eyes connecting at the contact.

"It's been... almost five years since Vinyl Scratch last sang. I-I can't believe you... you got her to do it."

"I... I asked her. She told me about what happened with her mother and how everything spiraled out of control. And I asked her to sing for me. It took her a bit, but she did... And it was beautiful."

Symphony bit her lip as her own tears sprung free, the memories from all those years ago suddenly crashing back to her with crushing force.

"That's incredible."

Stiffly, the violinist stood before sniffling loudly. Dropping her eyes back down to Octavia, she smiled weakly.

"I'm going to get a shower, and then we can go get some coffee and head to practice."

The two strings players approached the massive Concert Hall and strode confidently inside, instruments in hand. Octavia swallowed her pride and walked toward her group of cellists, nodding at the gathering.

Her reception was warm, one of her players even approaching her to offer a hug for her return. Relief flooding her, she smiled at the small group before a sharp voice cut in, instantly causing Octavia to frown. Turning to regard the sharp-tongued woman, Octavia coolly crossed her arms and pursed her lips.

"Artois."

"Melody. I heard you were coming back. So nice to see you."

The group of strings players stood tall behind their Principal Cellist, causing a dour snarl to mar the red-haired woman's otherwise attractive face.

"I see how your little sheep jumped back on the wagon."

She walked the few steps to stand nose to nose with the slightly taller Octavia, icy blue eyes attempting to torch the savvy musician. The raven-haired player, however, accepted none of it and scoffed before pinning the angry woman with a poignant stare.

"I'm the rightful lead of this section. If you have any qualms with that, I suggest you take it up with Noteworthy. Until that moment, however, get back in line and prepare to play."

Growling under her breath, the fiery redhead forced through the group that had gathered and approached her seat, eyes staring intently at Octavia once she was settled. Calmly, the dark-haired cellist turned and regarded her troupe, smile subdued.

"Thank you, everyone."

Just then, the conductor entered the room, his kind honey-brown eyes twinkling as he looked over the musicians. Approaching his stand, he cleared his throat, all eyes turning toward him at once.

"Hello, everyone. Places, please."

Noteworthy scanned over the music in his folder, mouth twisting as he thought. Choosing a piece, he announced and waited for everyone to settle. After a moment, he looked to his concertmaster, Concerto, and nodded to him. For a short time, the Orchestra went through the trials and motions, stopping to adjust under the order of Concerto, before they had all fallen back into the familiar tune of harmony. Noteworthy smiled and raised his hands before signaling for the Orchestra to begin.

The long-separated musicians harmonized almost perfectly, the practice going increasingly well. Noteworthy, from his place before the many players, smiled as he closed his eyes, arms moving in familiar motions to direct the massive orchestra. Octavia performed perfectly, her focus centering her, allowing her to adjust as needed to fit into the motion of play as it moved around her. Symphony, as the Principal Second violinist, fell in easily with her familiar members, her teal eyes glowing with pride as they continued onward.

After a lengthy rehearsal, the group began to disperse, each of the musicians moving to pack up their instruments and prepare for the rest of their day. Octavia approached the side where her case was laid, but was intercepted by the still-fiery Stella.

"You sounded good, Melody. But I sounded better."

Annoyed, Octavia yanked up her case and carefully stowed her instrument and secured the clips before turning a burning gaze to the spiteful woman.

"You're sadly mistaken, Artois. And as such, your dismal display of showboating is very ill-advised."

Moving to lift her cello, Octavia took a step forward, only to be physical stopped by the crook of her elbow. Eyes flashing, Octavia turned toward the other cellist, teeth clenched dangerously. Stella sneered, her pearly teeth catching a strange glint in the light.

"I know you've been fucking around with that show-off dyke Vinyl Scratch. Do us all a favor, and keep your street-rat friends away from the upper class, Melody."

Temper to an almost impossible boil, Octavia opened her mouth to respond but was quickly cut off by a swarming Symphony.

"You should know street rats better than anyone, Artois. I hear you've been sleeping with Neon Lights."

Huffing incredulously, Stella turned her hateful glare onto Symphony, her eyes narrowing in devilish delight.

"Well, if it isn't the lesbo calling the kettle black. At least I can keep track of my partners, Strings, when's the last time you heard from Spitfire?"

Lunging against her better nature, Symphony was stopped by Octavia's iron grip on her arm. Sensing the building display, Concerto quickly descended upon the group, Noteworthy in step behind him.

"I beg your pardon, ladies! What is this ridiculousness??"

Three pairs of angry eyes turned to greet him as he straightened under the heated fury. Noteworthy pushed passed him and moved to stand between Symphony and Octavia and the acidic Stella.

"Miss Artois, we'll be seeing you at the next meeting. Please, travel safely."

Taking her cue from the conductor, she hefted her case and charged through the group behind her before slamming open the door and disappearing. Sighing heavily, Noteworthy turned to regard the two women standing together.

"Octavia, welcome back to the Orchestra. I know you'll handle Stella better in the future, if she has a future. Miss Strings, are you all right?"

Both nodded, the gesture drawing a smile from the man.

"Good, good. Now get home and enjoy the rest of your days. Fabulous performance today, ladies."

Taking his leave, Noteworthy approached his podium to gather his things and prepare his exit. Concerto, who remained behind, cast his gaze to the still-bothered Octavia. Taking the hint, Symphony nodded to the cellist before smiling at Concerto.

"Octavia, I'll meet you outside."

Concerto watched the violinist leave before turning a charming smile to Octavia. Grinning fitfully, the cellist attempted to shake free the anger that still clung tightly to her skin.

"Hello, Concerto. Brilliant performance, as always."

Nodding slowly, he closed the space between them, hand reaching for Octavia's to place a kiss on the back.

"I look forward to our night out this weekend, Miss Melody... So very much."

Leaning forward, he gently brushed his lips to her temple and pulled away, eyes dark. Smiling nervously, Octavia nodded politely before bidding him goodbye and made a quick retreat to the door. Once outside, she shook free the uneasy feeling she felt building and sought out the darkly brooding Symphony.

"Today sucked, let's go drink."

Octavia smiled softly at the violinist before hailing a cab for them both.

"I'd rather spend time with some friends."

A taxi pulled over for them, the kind driver leaving his seat to help the women stow their instruments. Once in the back seat, Octavia turned a wistful eye to her friend.

"...have you heard from Spitfire recently?"

Souring, Symphony turned painful teal eyes to the cellist.

"Not since she kissed Fleet and then left to go do maneuvers with her Wonderbolts."

Frowning, Octavia grasped the violinist's hand and laid her head gently on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Symphony."

"Not as sorry as she'll be once I get my hands on her."

The violinist fished for the phone in her pocket and dialed a familiar contact. Octavia lifted her head from her shoulder and peered thoughtfully at the lavender-haired player.

"Who are you calling?"

"Vinyl."

Lyra cursed out loud as she paused her game and angrily reached for the bass-thumping phone. Seeing a familiar face on the screen, she finally answered the call.

"Are you in prison or something?"

"Oh, hey, Lyra. Where's Vinyl?"

"Asleep on the couch behind me, what's up?"

"Octavia and I were wondering what she was up to. What are you doing there if she's asleep?"

"We're supposed to be having a video game marathon, but a certain unnamed cellist kept her up all hours last night. She's been asleep for a few hours."

"Well, wake her up, we're headed your way."

"Yes, Commandant."

Disconnecting the call, she put the phone on the floor beside her and continued her game. Not long after, and Symphony was pushing open the door to Vinyl's apartment, Octavia following just behind. Smiling, Lyra again paused her game and tossed her head back to greet the women.

"Well, good afternoon, ladies. Wonderful day for a blood bath, eh?"

Setting her case against the wall, Symphony turned on her heel and smiled snidely at the lyrist before taking in the sight of the still-slumbering DJ.

"Are you deaf or something, Lyra? I told you to wake Vinyl."

Chuckling ruthlessly, Lyra turned to smack the bare stomach of the DJ, the shockwave causing the slumbering jockey to jerk awake, a sharp hiss escaping her lips well before her eyes opened.

"The frig, Lyr."

Blinking open her eyes, Vinyl sleepily sat up on the couch and pulled off her headphones. Rubbing at her eyes with the back of one hand, she smiled to the newcomers.

"Mornin', ladies."

Octavia, from behind Symphony's shoulder, blushed at the DJ's state, mouth smiling nervously. As if sensing the discomfort of the cellist behind her, Symphony jerked a thumb over her shoulder, teal eyes glittering with humor.

"Go put some clothes on, you're making Octavia uncomfortable."

Nodding weakly, Vinyl threw her legs over the side of the couch and stood, hand moving to slap the back of the lyrist's head as she stood. The mint-haired musician merely chuckled and turned her attention back to the television. Moving out of the jockey's way, both Symphony and Octavia tilted backward, allowing ample space for the woman to pass. Both sets of eyes curiously followed as she disappeared into the hallway. Lyra, whose focus had shifted back to the newcomers, smiled knowingly.

"You guys see something you like?"

Two heads snapped back, one face colored in a deep blush, as Lyra laughed heartily. Symphony moved to sit on the couch behind Lyra as Octavia moved to sit in the arm chair just to the side of the sofa. A few moments later, Vinyl reemerged in a tank and shorts, her lenses propped up on her forehead. Skirting past Octavia, the DJ plopped down on the couch beside Symphony, red eyes tired.

"How was Orchestra practice?"

Symphony scoffed and crossed her arms, the wounds still fresh. Offering a sad smile to her friend, Octavia focused on Vinyl as she leaned forward.

"The performance went well. However, both Symphony and I had a minor run-in with Artois."

Lyra snorted ruefully before turning her body, arm going up to lean against Vinyl's knee.

"I cannot stand that bitch. She and Sapphire have been making our lives miserable for years. It's a pity that Noteworthy let her into your orchestra."

Vinyl nodded in agreement, though she remained quiet. Instead, she focused her tired eyes on the obviously upset Symphony.

"Hey, Symph, what happened? What'd she say?"

Turning stony teal eyes to the DJ, Symphony curled her lip before responding, the words like venom on her tongue.

"She mentioned Spitfire, called me a lesbo, and you a street-rat dyke. Needless to say, she needs to be beaten into the earth and forgotten."

Impressed, Vinyl nodded before absently ruffling the lyrist's mint-striped hair, drawing a playful swat from the woman.

"That's a new one. And Octavia, she bitch at you, too?"

"She wants my position as Principal cellist, and insists she performs better than I do."

Lyra laughed loudly from the floor, her golden eyes narrowing as she responded to the cellist.

"That crazy friggin' bitch has been gunning for your position for the past year and a half, you'd think Note would just can her ass and fill her spot."

Octavia shrugged half-heartedly before collapsing back into the large chair. Symphony sighed and lightly slapped at the DJ before turning her attention to the TV.

"I hope you have a violent video game, I want so much to kill something right now."

Vinyl grinned and handed over a controller.

It was hours later that the two strings players finally left Vinyl's and caught a cab to Octavia's. Once inside, Symphony collapsed dramatically against the cellist's couch and snatched up the raccoon, teal eyes glowing.

"Is this Smithy?"

Stowing her cello carefully, Octavia nodded and kicked off her shoes before sitting on the free space of the couch.

"Yes. Adorable, isn't he?"

"Oh, yes. So are you at least excited about the Event on Friday? Concerto's a big deal."

"Yes, he's very... charismatic."

Grinning, Symphony turned to curl on her side, Smithy tucked under her chin as she focused on the distressed player.

"He seems like a smashing good time."

"Yes, well. He seems to be very fond of me, and I suppose it's an honor to be asked. Are you definitely going with Pitch?"

Shrugging, Symphony refocused on the raccoon in her arms and smiled sadly.

"I guess I should. I wouldn't have a date otherwise. And besides, if Spit wants to be a total douche, I'm going to have to be okay with it. Pitch is cute, maybe it could work."

"Symphony, you know that isn't true. Why didn't you take Vinyl?"

Laughing softly, the violinist sat up and smiled smartly at her friend.

"Vinyl Scratch doesn't go to things like that for just anyone. You have to really be special."

Octavia cast her eyes out the window, mind again wandering to the jockey; she smiled.

Author's Notes:

This ends in a weird place, and the chapter itself is simply a filler for the next chapter, but these things are necessary for plot development sometimes... I still hope it pleases, and again, forgive any mistakes. I catch them eventually.

Fire and Ice

Octavia released a gentle sigh as she sat down at the small cafe table, the exhaustion in her body causing her undue stress. Symphony and Beauty sat down as well, seemingly as tired as the cellist accompanying them. Still, Octavia managed to flip easily through the menu and select a simple tea and light muffin for their late morning brunch. Beauty smiled over at the cellist, her deep violet eyes twinkling in the bright sunlight.

"Schedule been a little rough on you, Octavia?"

The cellist nodded weakly and leaned slightly backward in her chair, her sore muscles pulsing in protest. Symphony, from her seat beside the cellist, smiled down at her reassuringly.

"I know your schedule's been hectic since you've rejoined the playing circuit-- everyone wants to get their chunk of you while you're still hot. You've played what, nine shows in the past two weeks? Not to mention countless appearances at events, parties... Gee, life must be so hard being sought after."

Octavia absently swatted at the violinist, unconcerned when she failed to connect. Still, she smiled up at her friend before straightening in her chair, tired fingers shifting through her silky black tresses.

"I know. I feel like I haven't had time to catch my breath. And with the Orchestra preparing for a miniature tour before the Violoncelle banquet, I really do not have time to breathe."

Beauty chuckled as she settled the cloth napkin on her lap, hands smoothing the surface out of habit as their waiter carefully set their food and left. She cast her amused gaze on the stressed player and leaned forward to rub the back of her hands in comfort.

"Calm yourself down, Octavia. Your chair with the Orchestra and your section is secured, you're at the top of your game! And besides, we have the Musician's Academy Event tonight, aren't you excited?"

The cellist's mind instantly filtered to their preparations for the evening, her brain making proper calculations for how long it would take to get ready and what still needed to be done. Octavia shook her head and regarded the speaking Symphony.

"I'm sorry, Symphony, what was that?"

"I asked when the last time you had spoken to Concerto was."

Octavia sighed heavily once more and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a headache beginning to stir behind her eyes. She rubbed hard at the bridge of her nose as she calmed her breathing, causing the pain to momentarily cease its spreading. Looking up, she pinned the violinist with a tired gaze.

"Two days ago. He said he'd happily see me tonight, in the limo."

Symphony beamed softly.

"What a charmer."

Beauty snorted out a laugh after hearing the statement, her face splitting into a large grin. Octavia turned her head and pinned the sousaphone player with an inquisitive stare.

"Beauty, you have no idea how odd a man he is."

"Oh, Parish has told me stories. He's apparently very secure in his macho-ness."

The cellist bowed her head, face pensive. She picked at her muffin, eyes glazing over in thought. Symphony, sensing her friend's current distance, leaned forward.

"Octavia, where's your head?"

Snapping out of her reverie, Octavia flashed an unsure smile at the violinist.

"Wandering. Have you spoken to Vinyl at all today? I know she mentioned something about a fitting. I feel awful that she can't come with us."

The violinist acknowledged before passing her eyes over to the sousaphonist. Already smiling, Beauty bobbed her head as well.

"Scratch is visiting with Rarity to get a new suit made. You know, because she needs another suit to look ridiculously hot in, right, Octavia?"

Octavia playfully tossed a chunk of her muffin at the giggling sousaphone player, her own laughter bubbling out of her chest. Symphony nudged the faintly blushing Octavia, teal eyes sparkling in the light.

"You look pretty hot in a suit, too, Octavia."

Smacking at the violinist, Octavia shook her head and moved to take a sip of her tea.

The two-tone DJ relaxed peacefully against the window frame, the deep violet lenses reflecting the passing scenery as she travelled along quickly. She always marveled at the beauty just outside her favorite city, the striking greens and blues of nature captivating her focus with passionate excitement. The train she rode moved smoothly along the tracks, her journey nearing its end. Eyes fluttering closed, Vinyl sighed happily as the all-too familiar station suddenly peeked around a small group of trees, the excitement in her belly building as she neared the stop. She slid her glasses up to rest in wild bangs, pierced eyebrow lifting as the ruby eyes scanned the people milling about the station. Gathering her bag, she stood before her seat as the train coasted to a stop, allowing her the ease to exit.

Vinyl breathed in deeply as she stepped from the train, eyes blinking closed as she exhaled slowly. Stepping down from the platform, she began the familiar trail across the lavish greenery, the bustling rural town striking her with well-placed nostalgia. A high-pitched squeal caught her attention as she turned slightly, arms suddenly filled with an exuberant pinkette.

"OHMIGOD, VINYL, YOU'RE HERE!!!!"

Sputtering out a breath, Vinyl half-grinned up at the pink-haired partier that currently hugged her tightly, arms and legs around her body in a vice-like grip.

"Hey, Pink. Wanna loosen up?"

Giggling loudly, she released her hold on the DJ's shoulders to pull back and look down into the rarely-seen ruby-hued eyes, smiling only serving to grow wider before she hugged her once more.

"I've missed you!"

Chuckling, Vinyl wrapped her arms around the girl that clung easily to her before continuing on her journey, steps light. Pinkie continued to laugh as Vinyl carried her toward the Boutique, blue eyes closed in uncontainable excitement at finally seeing her DJ. Stopping just outside the door of Rarity's shop, Vinyl tapped the girl and shrugged, skillfully detaching the woman from her torso.

"Go find AJ and Dash for me, and I'll meet you back here in a bit."

Nodding enthusiastically, Pinkie bounced up and placed a small peck on the cheek of her jockey friend before bounding happily away. Shaking her head at the harmony-bearer, Vinyl turned the knob and slid quietly inside the Boutique.

"Welcome to the Carousel-- Vinyl!"

Looking up from her work, the royal-haired designer smiled beautifully before approaching the DJ to wrap her in a hug.

"Hello, gorgeous. You got something nice for me?"

Nodding excitedly, Rarity turned to disappear into one of the many rooms of her Boutique. After a moment, the blue-eyed fashionista returned with a garment bag, eyes twinkling in delight.

"I do hope it's what you were expecting. Get dressed and come back out, I'd like to make absolutely sure it fits just as it should."

Grinning at the woman, Vinyl dipped her head and accepted the bag before placing a grateful peck on her cheek as the door opened, a good-natured chuckle escaping the newcomer at the display.

"Gee, Rare, should I come back and leave y'all alone?"

Turning mischievous eyes to the blonde farmer, Vinyl sneered before ducking around Rarity to disappear inside the dressing area. Rarity laughed sweetly before approaching the package-bearing Applejack and lifted to her toes to place a firm kiss on the blonde's full lips.

"Now, darling, I only have eyes for one girl in this town."

Blushing slightly at the comment, Applejack adjusted her hat and gestured to the package over her shoulder.

"Where you want it, sugarcube?"

"In the back, with the others. Fluttershy and Sweetie will be returning shortly with new rolls of silk for me, as well."

"You got it, darlin'."

Placing a quick kiss on the designer's forehead, Applejack slid passed her and headed toward the back room. Vinyl emerged from the dressing room not a moment later, dressed in a pitch-black performance suit. Animatedly waving her hands, Rarity ushered her to stand on the pedestal, better allowing her to survey her work. Sliding the red-rimmed glasses over her eyes, Rarity circled, focused on the seams and lines, hands lifting every so often as she mumbled to herself.

The door to the boutique opened once more, admitting Fluttershy into the quiet space. Vinyl smirked downward, ruby eyes crinkling at seeing the meek girl.

"Mornin', Shy."

"Hello, Vinyl. Your suit looks wonderful."

Rarity scoffed around the pencil in her mouth, hands on Vinyl, twisting and pushing her this way and that as she looked over the garment. Applejack reemerged from the back to gather the packages from the smiling girl, only to disappear to stow them once more. Sliding the pencil behind her ear, Rarity stood back and nodded, arms crossing.

"What do you think, darling?"

Passing her eyes from the pair, Vinyl focused on the mirror. Eyebrows drawing in thought, she absently reached into her inner pocket and pulled free a small picture. Lovingly smiling down at the old photograph, she shifted her focus back to regard the suit.

"It's literally perfect, Rare. Seriously. Do you have the green to match?"

Grinning kindly, Rarity threaded her arm through Fluttershy's and laughed, sapphire eyes closing in her glee.

"Yes, of course! Fluttershy and Sweetie were in charge of silk. Fluttershy, love, where is my darling little sister?"

Bursting through the door, the Crusaders in tow behind her, Sweetie laughed and bounded up beside Vinyl.

"Right here! We got just what you needed, sis."

Smiling brilliantly, Rarity slid free her arm and clapped loudly. Applejack, who reentered the room, chuckled low, eyes sparkling at the friends in the room.

"You girls stay outta trouble, hear?"

Three heads bobbed before the girls filed out, laughs echoing in their wake. Vinyl slid down from the short pedestal and headed toward the dressing area, only to be stopped by Rarity.

"Wait, before you go..."

She lifted the green silk band in her hand and approached the DJ, standing just before her. Moving her hands, she slid the silk around the neck of the jockey, pale hands steady as she tied the difficult knot in place. Once finished, the designer shifted to smooth the wrinkles on the shoulders before flicking her eyes up to focus on the swirling emotion in the large, red eyes.

"...now look."

Inhaling deeply, Vinyl turned toward the mirror and again looked at the final product, a small smile finding its way to her face as she took in the sight. Applejack and Fluttershy moved in to stand behind the jockey, their eyes igniting with a quiet reverence for the jockey.

"Your mother would be very proud of you, Scratch."

The soft, quiet voice of the pale girl brought Vinyl back into the present, causing her to turn and pin the petite Fluttershy with a thankful look.

"Thanks, Shy."

Shaking off her emotions, she smiled wide before guiding herself around the women to change once more. In her absence, Rarity turned to regard her lover, blue eyes focusing on the bright green of the farmer.

"Applejack, have you seen Rainbow Dash? Surely she should have been here by now. And where're Pinkie and Twilight?"

"Don't worry, Sugarcube, Twilight'll be here in a bit. As for RD, yer guess is as good as mine."

The door creaked open and closed just as quietly, drawing the attention of the trio as they conversed. Vinyl slipped back into the room, hands still pulling down the hem of her shirt as Rainbow bolted through the small group, effectively tackling the off-balance jockey. Scowling at the laughing flyer, Rarity pointed a finger at the door.

"For Heaven's sake, Rainbow! If you're going to rough-house, please, kindly do it elsewhere!"

Laughing evilly from her place atop the groaning jockey, Rainbow cast a snarky look over her shoulder, crimson eyes narrowing mischievously.

"Heh, sorry."

Vinyl bucked upward, tossing the distracted flyer off before scrambling to her feet. Staring wildly down at the laughing athlete, Vinyl snickered.

"Negative two points for being distracted!"

Grinning up at the musician, Rainbow sprung to her feet and walked to stand nose to nose with the smug woman.

"Well, negative fifty for you, Pon, for letting me tackle you!"

"...is this a bad time?"

A confused voice gathered the attention of the small group, all eyes shifting over to Twilight as she stood in the doorway, an excited Pinkie just behind her shoulder. Laughing quietly, Rarity approached the bookish girl and playfully poked at her arm.

"Of course not, dear. We're just getting ready for lunch. Are the both of you ready?"

Nodding, the group moved to stand before filing out of the Boutique, locking up as they left. Rarity led, falling in step with Applejack as they happily chatted, fingers intertwined as they walked. Pinkie and Fluttershy also conversed, the high-pitched pinkette causing the quieter girl to blush at whatever story she happily conveyed. Twilight moved in beside Vinyl, amethyst eyes alight with curiosity. Turning her head to regard the girl, Vinyl grinned at the inquisitive student.

"How's it going, Twi?"

"Well, thank you. The Princess has been sending me so many old books to study! How are you?"

"Ah, I'm all right--"

Rainbow swept in at that moment, hands snatching the purple lenses off the jockey's forehead before bolting ahead to weasel her way between Pinkie and Fluttershy, backwards glance smug as she slid the glasses over her eyes. Vinyl laughed good-naturedly before returning her attention to Twilight.

"Sorry. And I'm all right. Been busy with some gigs, you know."

Twilight nodded, face crinkling in thought. Both looked up at the excited squeal coming from Rarity, intrigued at the cause of the sound. Rarity ushered the girls to sit at the large, outdoor table before happily taking her preferred seat. AJ settled in beside her, followed by Pinkie and Fluttershy, and then Rainbow, before Twilight and Vinyl took their seats as well. Picking up a menu after the waiter offered, Vinyl exhaled happily.

"Man, it's been forever since I've eaten at this cafe. Do they still have those--"

"Sweet potato fries? Hell yes!"

Rainbow and Vinyl moved forward to excitedly bump knuckles. After the waiter took all the orders, the women settled in at the table. Rarity, after finally tearing her eyes away from Applejack, turned her attention to Vinyl.

"So tell me, Vinyl, what's been going on in your life?"

Shrugging, the jockey took a sip of her water before chuckling ruefully.

"Nothing too much. Working. Video games. Oh, I got Octavia to play after somebody scared her out of it."

Pinkie smiled softly and bowed, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Rainbow, however, focused elsewhere.

"Octavia, huh? You still got a thing for the almighty?"

Scoffing, Vinyl absently waved a hand in the air, though her eyes narrowed at the rainbow-haired prankster.

"Semantics, Dash. I do not have a thing for Octavia."

Applejack chuckled at the words, emerald eyes alight with seasoned understanding.

"C'mon now, V. Be honest."

Pinkie leaned impossibly forward, blue eyes shifty as she whispered dramatically to the jockey.

"Applejack's a spy!"

"Am not, Pinkie."

The two broke into a harmless squabble, ending with a light ruffling of the curly, pink hair. All eyes turned to Vinyl as she casually leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, lips puckered in a whistle. Rarity leaned forward casually, elbows lifting to settle comfortably on the table.

"Now now, girls. If Vinyl doesn't wish to talk about her obvious feelings for Octavia, then she doesn't have to."

Cracking open one eye, Vinyl smirked before folding forward.

"Thanks, Rare. Now seriously, guys, tell me what's been going on in P-ville!"

The large group sat peacefully for a while, stories exchanging with animated efficiency. Pinkie had made a grand re-showing of her Cake debacle, followed by Rainbow explaining her time at the Wonderbolt Academy. The women happily chatted even long after their meal, content to sit in the cool weather and happily relate. Eventually, Dash grew fidgety, effectively ending the tranquil lunch, with promises of moving the party to Twilight's. The bookworm nodded meaningfully, plum-colored eyes crackling with happiness. Vinyl shifted to pull out her wallet, only to be denied by the royal-haired designer.

"Ah-ah, we'll take care of it."

After paying the bill, the squadron of girls headed toward Twilight's library, ample laughs pulsing form the large group of women.

Octavia paced the large area rug in her living room, face twisted in a grand smile. A nervous energy had started to build in her chest at the evening's prospects, causing her to ineffectively remain still. The event was set to begin in less than four hours, and she happily counted down the time as she paced. Finally gathering herself, the cellist headed toward her bedroom to prepare her outfit for the evening, eyes lighting up as she eyed the simple, yet elegant gown as she laid it across the bed. Still fidgeting, Octavia was glad for a distraction as her phone began to ring. Seeing the man's name, she smirked before answering the call.

"Hello, Concerto."

Symphony hummed to herself as she flittered around her apartment, a large grin plastered on her face. She tossed a look to the clock on her wall, eyes glowing as she realized there was less than three hours before the event. Floating across the floor, she approached her fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before taking a long swig, dutifully satisfying her thirst. Her phone began to ring, shattering the peaceful atmosphere of her quiet apartment. Seeing the contact, she happily answered the call.

"Hello, Oct--"

A suppressed sob met her ear, instantly worrying the violinist.

"Octavia, what is it? What's wrong?"

There was a long silence, punctuated every so often by the soft cries of the distraught cellist.

"Concerto... cancelled."

The news was a strong blow to the violinist, her heart instantly reaching out to the hurting musician. A blind anger started to swirl in her stomach as she desperately tried to quell it, afraid of further upsetting her fellow strings player.

"What do you mean he cancelled? The damn thing starts in three hours!"

"He's claiming... claiming an illness. I-I just said okay and hung up..."

"Well, this is not okay, Octavia! What are you going to do??"

"I won't go. I just wanted to call... a-and tell you not to expect me in the limousine tonight. I'm sorry."

"Octa--"

The cellist ended the call, further worrying the lavender-haired player. Cursing under her breath, she tossed her phone on her couch, hands moving up to tangle in her hair as she thought, lips curled inward. Eyes shifting back and forth in thought, she turned on her heel and approached the couch. Face set, she quickly scooped up her phone and flipped through the contacts before dialing, eyebrows drawn in concern.

Vinyl sat curled up on the library floor, bottle of apple cider clasped loosely in her hand. Dash sat just beside her, legs sprawled out before her as both women watched Pinkie desperately try to act out her clue. Applejack, with her stopwatch, looked humorously on as the pink-haired sweet lover continued to hop wildly before Fluttershy calmly voiced the answer.

"Chicken Noodle Soup?"

With a loud squeal, Pinkie slapped her hands together and pointed at the now-blushing Fluttershy, wide grin splitting her face. Bounding over to sit next to her partner, Pinkie threw a casual arm around the quiet girl as they both chuckled. Rarity cleared her throat and stood, eyes flickering to look at the score keeper before she picked around the hat for her clue. A heavy bass beat suddenly distracted her attention, bright sapphire eyes sliding over to look at Vinyl. Fumbling with the phone, she flashed a quick, apologetic smile and took the call.

"Scratch."

"Vinyl, I need you to come back to Canterlot."

"What, why?"

"Concerto cancelled on Octavia."

Vinyl felt her stomach drop at the news before her pulse quickened, causing her to spring to her feet.

"Shit, that's like. Three hours away! The train comes... I don't know if I can make it on time!"

"Come on, Vinyl, you need to get here. I have to go, please just come!"

Hanging up the call, Vinyl was already panicking and frantically searching for her bag. Sensing the abrupt shift, Rarity frowned.

"What is it, what's wrong?"

"Octavia's date cancelled on her for the Academy event tonight..."

A collection of gasps reached her ears, already adding to the building tension in her stomach. Rarity stood and looked before snapping her fingers, eyebrows scrunching in thought.

"Your bag's at my Boutique..."

Cursing colorfully, Vinyl made a quick run for the door. Applejack intercepted quickly, sliding in front of her before she reached the exit.

"You gotta get to the station, the train leaves soon, make sure ya get there in time!"

Tossing her keys, Rarity pinned Applejack with a poignant stare.

"Lock up. Go!"

Nodding, Applejack scrambled out the door and headed toward the Boutique. Following Dash's lead, the group of women left the library and quickly headed toward the train station. Hearing the approaching train, Vinyl forced her legs to pump faster as they ran across town, a frantic panic starting to bubble in her chest. Finally approaching the platform, Vinyl took the steps in one leap, sliding awkwardly on the platform just as the train approached. Turning, her eyes scanned the streets, hoping for Applejack to make it. Finally seeing the streaking blonde, Vinyl sighed sharply before quickly hugging each of her friends.

Applejack hurdled the steps in the same manner, knee buckling as she fell into both Vinyl and Dash. Smiling, the jockey pulled the blonde to her feet and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for today, guys. Sorry I have to bail so soon."

The group shook their heads in understanding, the many pairs of eyes kindly smiling at the jockey as she stood before the open train doors. Taking another quick moment to hug the group, Vinyl turned and entered the train. Gasping, Dash suddenly jerked forward, effectively stopping the train doors from closing. A train attendant glared at her and huffed loudly, foot tapping. Ignoring the man, Dash slid the glasses off her head and handed them back to the DJ, both sharing a friendly smile. Dash pulled the jockey in close for a minute, smile growing.

"Go take care of your girl, eh?"

Winking, Dash exited the train and saluted smugly, causing Vinyl to laugh out loud at the confident girl. The train jerked forward as Vinyl approached the glass, hand going up in a wave as the train began its journey home. Finding a quiet seat, the jockey flopped down and took out her phone, sending a quick message to the nervous violinist.

'Made the train. Be home soon.'

Symphony responded quickly, thankful for the DJ to be heading back. Rooting through her bag, Vinyl slid out her headphones and player before settling in for the long ride home.

"I know, Symph! The train had a delay, I'm pulling up to my stop now! YES I KNOW THE THING IS LESS THAN TWO HOURS AWAY, I WILL GET US THERE. Did you take care of everything?"

"Of course! I just need you dressed and at Octavia's by 5:45, no later! She needs to get ready!"

"I'll be fine. I'm stopping, call you later!"

Bursting free from the train, the hurried jockey bounded down the steps, keys in hand. Navigating the small parking lot, Vinyl quickly straddled her bike and fired up the engine before peeling out and onto the sparsely populated streets. Making quick work of her journey, Vinyl pulled up outside her building and quickly slid off the machine. Forcing through the doors, she slid into an elevator and slammed her palm into the 4 before stopping to catch her breath. Once the doors open, she was bolting out into the hallway and sprinting down toward her apartment. Threading the key, she slid through the door and into the apartment, shoes already forced off before the door fully clicked shut.

Stripping as she went, the blue-streaked jockey crashed into her bathroom and turned on the water and stepped inside, the still-cold water chilling her skin as she washed. With near blinding speed, Vinyl was finished and stepping out, stopping only to wrap her soaked body in a large towel. Heading out of the bathroom, she hurried to the closet and carefully removed her suit. Her phone, thrown haphazardly onto the floor, started to ring, causing her to bend to answer it.

"What??"

"Are you home yet?"

"Yes, wet and naked. Getting dressed then out, bye."

Tossing the phone back on the bed, Vinyl grabbed another towel and roughly dried the wild hair before shaking her head. Having little time to dry, she quickly toweled off and brushed the wild hair before disassembling her suit. Making sure she was dry enough, she quickly put on her underclothes and socks before sliding into the pants of the form-fitting suit. Adding the black shirt and vest, Vinyl stooped to grab the black dress boots she wore before sliding her feet into the tall boots, hands fumbling to tie the laces. Shooting up once more, Vinyl again took the towel to her hair, violently shaking the towel across her scalp, attempting to dry it further.

Sighing, she ran the brush through again and approached her top drawer before drawing out a black bowtie. Flipping her collar, she made quick work of the tie before she grabbed her suit coat and slipped easily inside. Pausing to check her appearance, she nodded and quickly left the room, grabbing at her keys, wallet, cell and glasses as she approached the door. Making short work of the hallway and elevator, Vinyl was out on the street in no time and attempting to hail a cab. A short while later and Vinyl was pushing through the doors of the Waldorf and sliding into closing elevator doors. Pushing the right button, Vinyl leaned against the cool wall of the car before sighing deeply.

Fighting her way through the doors before being fully open, she powered her way down to Octavia's door before finally stopping to catch her breath. Fishing out her phone, she looked at the time and smiled, relaxing further. Gathering herself, Vinyl lifted a hand to casually knock on the door. An eternity later, and a disheveled Octavia finally answered, mulberry eyes widening at the company.

"Vinyl... what are you doing here?"

Lifting her glasses to settle over the vibrant red eyes, Vinyl chuckled as she casually looked over the cellist.

"Well, damn, Tav, I know you look good in anything, but are you really going in your pajamas tonight?"

Biting back a whimper, Octavia slid her hand from the door and receded into her apartment, Vinyl following dutifully behind.

"If you hadn't heard, Concerto dumped me for this evening. I've instead chosen to wallow in my self-pity and cry at my misfortune."

Biting back a snicker, Vinyl looked over the sullen Octavia before kneeling before her.

"Um, that's not going to work. See, I'm here to take you to this silly event. So get up and get dressed, you have a little over an hour."

Shaking her head at the jockey, Octavia sniffled.

"You said yourself that you need to either be on the list or invited. I can't just bring you."

Grinning mischievously, Vinyl felt inside her jacket for a small slip before handing it to the cellist. With wide eyes, she accepted the ticket before looking incredulously at the jockey.

"You're... invited?"

"Brass puts me on the list every year, in case I actually want to go."

Blinking back her surprise, Octavia suddenly frowned and pushed up off the couch.

"Oh my... My goodness. I need to-- I need to get ready. Oh, there isn't time!"

Flying toward her bedroom, Octavia called over her shoulder before slamming the door to prepare.

"I'LL ONLY BE A SECOND!"

Chuckling to herself, Vinyl collapsed gratefully on the couch and sighed loudly. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she quickly shot a text to Symphony.

'Tav's getting ready. Systems go.'

Closing the screen, Vinyl casually tossed her phone on the cushion beside her and settled in for the long wait. The time passed slowly enough, causing Vinyl to bounce her knees in anxious anticipation. It was nearing the time for the limo to arrive, and she hadn't seen Octavia since she slammed her door to prepare. With an air of boredom, Vinyl slipped her glasses back over her eyes and leaned her back against the arm of Octavia's couch, legs crossing at the ankles as she relaxed. The phone beside her began to ring and she grumbled before forcing upward to grab it.

"Yes, Symphony, what now?"

"Hey, we're going to be leaving in a few to come get you guys, is Octavia ready?"

"Couldn't tell ya, I haven't seen her in an hour."

"Not helpful."

Vinyl chuckled before Octavia's voice cut through to her focus.

"Vinyl!!"

Quickly launching off the couch, Vinyl slid the phone into her pocket before she burst through Octavia's bedroom door. The mostly ready cellist stood hunched over awkwardly, mulberry eyes brimming with unshed tears. Vinyl's sight line shifted from the woman's upset face to the exposed skin of her back, thankful she wore her glasses to cover the blush she felt crawling across her face. Swallowing gently, Vinyl smiled as she approached the embarrassed cellist, causing the raven-haired player to flash a weak smile.

"...I'm stuck."

Chuckling, Vinyl felt her hands lift toward the jammed zipper, her pulse quickening as she settled her grip. Gently rocking the zipper, Vinyl inhaled sharply as the dress was smoothly secured before taking an unbalanced step backward. Octavia turned, graceful smile twisting her lips as her eyes wrinkled in delight.

"Thank you, Vinyl."

Nodding, the DJ ran a hand through the still damp hair and casually scanned the cellist's form.

"No problem. Symph and Pitch are on their way, are you almost ready?"

"Yes, I just need my shoes and my purse."

Laughing, Vinyl slid to the side to allow the cellist to exit the bedroom, following close behind.

"What do you need your purse for?"

"Oh, my keys and things. You know."

Pausing to lean against the wall, Vinyl casually watched the cellist float around the apartment, long gray gown flowing beautifully as she walked. Taking a moment to sit, Octavia carefully slid herself into the tall heels and fastened them before standing again. Gathering her keys and a clutch, she turned to smile at the DJ. The jockey then pushed up from the wall and approached the cellist, snatching the keys and casually tossed the clutch on the couch.

"I'll hold your keys, no worries."

Chuckling, Octavia casually tapped the jockey with the back of her hand, amethyst eyes dropping to finally look over the suit Vinyl wore.

"You look rather dashing this evening, Miss Pon 3."

"And you look positively stunning, Miss Melody."

The two shared a quiet laugh before Vinyl's phone began to ring again. Sighing dramatically, Vinyl reached into her inside pocket and pulled out the offending device.

"Yes, Symphony, we're ready. Are you here?"

Grinning smartly, Vinyl ended the call and beckoned toward Octavia.

"Limo's here, let's go."

Moving to gather the clutch, Octavia quickly bent to open the small pouch to grab out her invitation before closing it and dropped it casually back on the couch. Smiling brilliantly at the cellist, she held out the small slip before easily sliding toward the door. Vinyl snickered as she followed, both women stopping as Octavia secured her apartment before continuing toward the elevator. Gliding smoothly across the lobby, Octavia nodded her head to the door man before stopping to allow Vinyl to open the doors for her. Once outside, the raven-haired cellist smiled wide, eyes twinkling in merriment as she looked at the long limousine. Vinyl skirted around her and opened the door, bowing low. Octavia snorted as she slid into the backseat, Vinyl carefully climbing in behind her and closed the door.

Symphony excitedly hugged the cellist and reached a hand out for Vinyl, happily squeezing the hand she managed to hold. Smiling over at the petite harmonics player, Vinyl tipped her chin at the blonde.

"Hey, Pitch. Learn any good songs recently?"

Grinning ruefully, the player shook her head.

"Nothing too much, Pon 3. Just the jazz and blues."

Symphony absently squeezed the harmonicist's hand before turning her attention to Octavia.

"Octavia, I'm so glad you're here. I was worried you would miss out."

"Yes, well... If you hadn't called Vinyl, I would have!"

Lightly jabbing the DJ, Octavia turned her eyes back toward the quiet musician.

"Thank you, Vinyl. For being my date."

Nodding, the DJ smiled before relaxing back in the seat. The car was silent for a moment, each woman enjoying the quiet camaraderie that settled between them. Suddenly, Octavia sat up, head snapping to stare wildly at Symphony.

"Oh my goodness! Symphony, what are we going to do about the arrangements??"

Symphony chortled softly before moving her hand to wrap around Octavia's in an effort to soothe the fraying nerves.

"Relax, dear. I've already had things changed. We'll be sitting with all our friends this evening."

Calming at the news, Octavia sat back in her seat and sighed heavily, eyebrows drawn in deep worry. Not long after, and the limo was pulling up outside the massive venue, an enormous group of people gathered outside. The car stopped and Vinyl straightened her coat before opening the door and climbed out. Once standing, Vinyl turned and held out her hand for Octavia, who graciously stepped out and passed a thankful smile to the jockey. Moving to the side, she turned to watch the DJ as she helped both Symphony and Pitch out of the car. Slamming the door, Vinyl tapped the roof and turned, offering her elbow to Octavia as the two pairs headed toward the doors.

Cameras flashed around them, a cacophony of voices assaulting the many senses of the musicians as they walked through the crowd. Voices from the press box called out for Octavia, questions flying about her recent resurrection. Clinging tightly to Vinyl, she willfully smiled and waved as they finally reached the doors. Passing the check, the four women entered the elegant hall, the classic musicians inhaling deeply at the familiar atmosphere. Vinyl kept her glasses, eyes shifting anxiously around the room. Seeing a familiar mint-haired girl, Scratch led the small group of girls toward their table.

Golden eyes flicked up to lock on the familiar lenses, the lyrist climbing to her feet to greet the newcomers. Breaking apart, Vinyl and Octavia made quick greetings to the table, Symphony and Pitch doing the same. After settling, Vinyl pulled out the seat for the cellist before taking her own seat beside the lyrist. Leaning forward, Vinyl attempted to speak over the noise to the night-saving sousaphonist.

"Thanks for the hook up, Brass!"

Smiling, she laughed easily, hand moving up to intertwine with Parish as he talked happily with Pitch. Bonbon, from her place beside Lyra, smiled kindly to Symphony. The longtime friends continued the banter as the seats around them began to finally fill up. Vinyl leaned over to Octavia, lips pressing in close for the cellist to hear.

"Hey, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm going to be a lousy date... I have to work tonight."

Octavia smiled and patted the jockey's arm, violet eyes sparkling in the low lights of the room. Leaning forward, she responded in kind.

"That's all right, I never stay at these things."

Sharing a small smile, Vinyl sat back in her seat as the emcee finally stepped out on the stage. The big man, with dark gray hair, made a quick joke to lighten up the large room. He progressed into his speech, drawing positive reactions from the many musicians in the large space. The event continued smoothly, the many speeches and performances cycling easily through the night. Lyra cast another look back at the two women as they laughed, Vinyl leaning in every so often to whisper things to the cellist, causing her to laugh quietly. Smiling to herself, the lyrist reached for her lover, fingers threading through the candy-maker's, effectively drawing her attention. Turning molten blue eyes to the lyrist, Bonbon smiled, focus shifting as Lyra jerked her head toward the oblivious duo. Sharing a knowing look, the two women refocused on the man on stage.

During a peaceful performance by a tastefully-dressed quartet, Octavia managed to rope the entire table in on an extravagant story. Parish, being the only man at the table, laughed the loudest, tickled pink at the silly tale. Octavia chuckled and shook her head before taking a sip of her drink. Eyes wandering, the cellist scanned the room before choking on her drink and sputtered, hand moving beneath the table to dig into Vinyl's knee. Jumping at the contact, Vinyl snapped her focus back to the frozen Octavia. Leaning forward, Vinyl responded, voice rising to talk over the loud chatter.

"What is it, Tav?"

"Concerto."

Seven pairs of eyes turned to follow the cellist's line of sight, each one landing scornfully on the concertmaster as he sat just four tables away. Growling in her throat, both Vinyl and Parish stood at the same time, only to be pulled roughly back to their seats by their respective partner. Whispering harshly, Octavia leaned into Vinyl, violet eyes flashing.

"What do you think you're doing??"

"I'm gonna go slam his face off the table."

Parish flexed in agreement, green eyes locking with Vinyl's. The table continued to watch Concerto as a sultry redhead reclaimed her seat beside him, Octavia's temper boiling over, hand digging more violently into Vinyl's knee. Lip curling, Vinyl slid her hand over Octavia's and pried her fingers free before carefully threading them together with her own. Symphony snarled before bolting to her feet, eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the other table. Pitch jerked her back down, lavender eyes flashing.

"Calm it down, Symph. Getting into a fist fight in the middle of this thing wouldn't be good."

Octavia, who still held tight to the DJ's hand, turned her attention toward the tight-jawed Vinyl.

"When do you have to leave?"

Using her free hand, Vinyl slid the phone out of her pocket and checked the time.

"Ideally, I should leave soon. Why?"

Nodding, Octavia then shifted her focus onto the table.

"Is everyone okay with leaving a bit early?"

Everyone nodded. Smiling, Octavia turned her attention back to the carefree couple that currently earned all her rage.

"Marvelous. In a bit, I'd like for all of us to leave. Vinyl and I will handle those two over there."

In agreement, the musicians bowed their heads in understanding, each of their faces twisting with displeasure. Fingers still intertwined with Vinyl's, Octavia tossed back the rest of her drink, eyes bouncing between the members of her table as she attempted to quell the fire burning in her chest. Symphony, too, quickly tossed back her drink and slammed down the glass, all eyes skipping toward her.

"And when we all leave, we're heading back to my place to get changed and get ready to hit up Creature. Pon's spinning tonight, and I want to get damn crazy."

A surprised laugh escaped Beauty as she lifted her glass to the violinist. Bonbon nodded and lifted as well. The remaining members raised their glasses and clinked loudly before finishing each drink in one take. Six glasses slammed down at the same time as Octavia nodded, giving the cue to leave. Standing gracefully, she tossed her napkin on the table and waited patiently for Vinyl to stand. Looping her arm through the jockey's, Octavia walked them slowly, eyes burning as she approached the table. Stopping just beside the table, Concerto looked up and choked on his drink, causing him to wheeze as the liquid burned down his throat. Lifting his eyes, he flashed an uncomfortable smile to cellist as she stood, eyes dark.

"Hello, Concerto."

Artois purred as she casually slid her hand down the concertmaster's arm, drawing a wicked smile from the cellist.

"And hello to you, Artois."

Concerto stood nervously, smile faltering. Sapphire Shores, who sat just on the other side of the guilty violinist, sneered at the stoic DJ. Octavia pinned her with a cold stare, causing the singer's jaw to tighten, the poisonous words dying on her tongue.

Turning her attention back to Concerto, Octavia smiled sweetly.

"I see you're feeling well. I wish you all the best."

Stella, irritated at being ignored, stood beside the stoic concertmaster, blue eyes igniting.

"You're not woman enough for Concerto. It's a pity really, you had such potential."

Opening her mouth to retort, Octavia was stopped as Vinyl smoothly responded.

"And Concerto's got such potential to get a rash tonight, right, Artois?"

Shifting her attention back to Octavia, the jockey tugged at the arm in her grasp. Taking her cue, Octavia smiled as they turned to make their leave. Shaking with an innate fury, Stella spit out a response.

"At least I'm not a fucking dyke, Octavia."

Growling, she casually turned around, eyes fiery, smile complacent.

"The sex is incredible."

Exhaling a laugh through her nose at the slack-jawed cellist, Octavia tugged the smug Vinyl away, effectively disappearing into the crowd. The remaining couples from the table filtered passed, each offering a disapproving glare. Parish and Beauty, the last of the couples, stopped just beside the table.

"Well, Concerto, you've made quite the fool of yourself tonight."

Swallowing deeply, the concertmaster set his face, angry sapphire eyes narrowing at the comment. Sapphire, who still remained seated next to the enraged couple, scoffed loudly before freezing Beauty with a nasty glare.

"Tell Miss Octavia that she'll get what's coming to her. Pon, too."

Opening her mouth to lash out, Parish calmed her with a soothing smile before leading her away from the table. Once left alone, Concerto plopped back into his seat, Artois following suit; they glared at one another, displeased.

Outside, Octavia broke away from the DJ and slid her fingers into her black tresses, face twisted in outrage.

"I cannot even believe the nerve of some of these people."

Vinyl affirmed, standing casually as the cellist paced impatiently. The remaining members of her table finally filtered out, varying degrees of anger marring the players. Octavia flashed a quick smile to the group before turning their focus to Vinyl.

"So you're playing tonight?"

A quiet nod. The DJ then turned to hail a cab, the remaining pairs doing the same.

"I'm spinning at Creature. Go get changed and then head over. We're gonna have a blast tonight."

Moving to put her hand inside her coat, Vinyl plucked out the small set of keys and handed them to Octavia. She then spun to approach the cab and opened the door for the women. Stepping past Octavia, Symphony slid into the backseat and pulled Pitch in as well. Octavia shifted to stand in front of the DJ, amethyst eyes crinkling as she smiled. She stood on her toes, lips hovering near the DJ's ear.

"Thank you for being my Knight in shining armor."

Placing a small kiss on the DJ's cheek, Octavia pulled back and smiled sweetly before ducking into the cab. Slowly closing the door, Vinyl waved as the cab moved to pull into the barely inhabited street. Blinking once, Vinyl smirked, the warmth from her cheek spreading quickly across her body. Parish sidled up behind her, hand moving to slap the jockey on the back. Grinning down at the jockey, he squeezed her with one arm before rejoining his cab before being whisked away. Shaking off the burning emotion in her chest, Vinyl called herself a cab and waited.

Octavia and the small group of musicians finally cleared the lined and entered the bouncing club, the many flashing lights causing Octavia to blink her eyes and adjust. Beauty and Parish instantly detached from the group and immediately hit the dance floor, both already tipsy from the event. Pitch squeezed Symphony's hand before disappearing into the crowd. Bonbon casually dragged the grinning lyrist away as well before they too were immersed in the sea of bodies. Turning her eyes to Symphony, Octavia leaned in.

"Where'd Pitch go?"

"To mingle. I told her it wouldn't work out!"

Smiling sadly at her friend, Symphony shrugged before grabbing the cellist's hand and pulled her toward the bar. Once there, Octavia scanned the many faces in the bass-pumping club, attempting to locate the DJ. Sensing the wonder, Symphony tapped the cellist on the shoulder and pointed to the booth, smile growing. Octavia focused her eyes on the jockey as she worked, large headphones hanging on with skillful diligence. The black half-cami the DJ wore showed off the shapely hips and backwards Mark, those same quavers drawing an amused chuckle from the cellist. The jockey's fingerless, elbow length gloves matched one of the blues of the DJ and the ever present violet lenses caught every light of the club as she rocked in time with the beat.

Eyes never leaving the jockey, Octavia casually sipped the drink Symphony ordered for her. The violinist smiled at the raven-haired player as she watched, teal eyes glittering with glee.

"Hey, Tav!"

Humming in response, Octavia continued to watch the DJ spin. Chuckling at the entranced player, Symphony tugged her wrist and stood.

"Dance with me!"

Octavia allowed herself to be pulled into the throng of people currently on the floor before refocusing on Symphony. Laughing melodically, Octavia began a gentle motion to move with the beat. Her eyes, however, kept drifting to Vinyl, smile plastered permanently across her face. The two women stayed on the floor for a time before shifting to a seating area, happy when they saw most of their friends seated the same. Plopping down next to Lyra, Symphony playfully slapped the mint-striped hair and guffawed loudly, alcohol burning through her system.

"What a great club! Who wants another drink?"

The two couples cheered before Symphony slipped through the people to head to the bar. Lyra stood and moved to sit beside Octavia, golden eyes sparkling with giddiness.

"You having fun, O? I know you don't go clubbing. Great outfit, by the way!"

Octavia blushed slightly at the compliment, suddenly self-conscious at the tight fitting black shirt and dark jeans. Smiling, she leaned into Lyra, response happy.

"Yes, it's actually quite fun! I'm not much of a dancer, though. And Symphony dressed me."

Lyra lifted her cup at the admittance, goofy smile framing her face.

"Symphony has done the world a service, you look hot."

Bonbon gently punched the lyrist before pulling her to her feet and headed back toward the dance floor. Octavia settled in her seat and accepted the drink from Symphony once she returned. Again lifting her sight to the DJ booth, her eyes softened as she watched the jockey work. Beauty and Parish stood to leave the two strings players alone, an understanding look passing between them as they left. Symphony nudged the cellist, her own vision focused on the DJ.

After a while, the club had started to wind down as Vinyl had slipped from behind the control to slide onto the dance floor, the house DJ taking over the music. She checked the time and smiled, knowing the party would be wrapping up within an hour. Meeting up with the two strings players, she gathered them both and piloted them away from the floor. Once free, she slid up her glasses and regarded the players.

"Guys having fun?"

Octavia nodded, eyes glassy. Symphony chuckled, arm going up to hang loosely around the cellist's neck. Vinyl looked over the woman and smiled.

"You guys look great. But I'm cutting you off. Did everyone else leave?"

Symphony cackled and punched the woman in the arm, teal eyes warming at the sight of the DJ.

"Yeah, they left. You look hot. Let's go be hot somewhere. Come on, Octavia, you too."

Chuckling gently, Vinyl slid in between the two women and gathered them easily. She led them toward the side doors before pushing through and onto the street before raising a hand for a taxi. Symphony chuckled and leaned heavily against Vinyl, lavender hair falling to cover her face. Octavia laughed and swiped at the hair, eyes closing in merriment. Vinyl shook her head and smiled as a taxi pulled up. Looking between the two strings players, Vinyl settled her sights on Octavia.

"Are you okay enough to get back to your place?"

Thinking for a moment, Octavia bobbed her head, eyes semi-focusing on Vinyl.

"I'm a little... tipsy. But I'll get us back."

Smiling, she ushered the girls in the back. Opening the front door, Vinyl opened her wallet and paid the cabbie. Leveling him with a serious gaze, she smiled sweetly.

"Make sure my girls get home in one piece."

Nodding, he accepted the payment and drove off. Chuckling to herself, Vinyl headed around the building toward her bike before kicking it over and headed off toward home.

Octavia awoke to a heavy pounding on her front door. Opening her eyes, she grimaced at the intense sunlight filtering through the opened curtains. Turning her head, she frowned when she saw Symphony in bed next to her, snoring loudly as she slept. The loud banging gathered her focus again as she slowly climbed out of the bed. Her head pounded from the night before, her mouth dry. She staggered from her bedroom and waved her hands at the door, irritated.

Mumbling to herself, she undid both locks and opened the door, mouth dropping open at the angry visitor. Smiling weakly, she stepped back, ushering the furious woman into the apartment. Eyebrows drawing, Octavia squeezed shut her eyes before closing the door, pausing just a moment before turning her eyes toward the immaculately dressed ball of rage standing in her living room.

"Hello, mother."

Author's Notes:

I was not expecting this chapter to get this long. I also wanted more to develop, but I have to take what I can get. As always, forgive the mistakes and the length, and I hope you enjoy. Happy Saturday!

Poisonous

Virtuosa Cash made a quick sweep of the apartment, lips twisting in thought as she passed over the neat dwelling, inky black eyebrows rising thoughtfully. The red-gold eyes suddenly shifted back to the unsettled Octavia, the fiery orbs raking uncomfortably down the bedraggled cellist. Smiling humorlessly, the tall woman shifted the weight of her bag and softly cleared her throat, those same fiery eyes narrowing at her daughter.

"Your father is very unhappy, Octavia."

Sighing deeply, Octavia moved passed her mother to enter the kitchen, attempting to keep her quivering hands busy. Plucking the kettle off the stove, she quickly refilled it and placed it on the burner before turning the flame. Approaching a cabinet, she quickly withdrew two mugs and set them down on the counter before moving to remove the tea bags and place them into the cups. Hands on the counter, Octavia inhaled slowly and exhaled sharply before turning back toward the icy figure.

"And why is daddy upset?"

Taking a few steps closer, the imposing creature shifted her bag onto the counter before sauntering up to the woman, left hand moving to absently push the messy bangs back from the cellist's stress-lined face.

"Oh, my darling Octavia. You know why your father would be so upset. All that trouble, and you leave the concertmaster for some--"

"Don't say it."

Turning her attention back to the almost-boiling kettle, Octavia moved her hand to turn off the gas, fingers trembling as she quickly flicked off the knob. Grabbing the rubber handle, she lifted the kettle to swiftly fill the cups, hand shaking as she replaced the teapot. Lifting both cups, she offered a mug to her mother and carefully walked to sit stiffly on the couch, face approaching a panicked neutral. Virtuosa leaned casually against the entryway of the kitchen, her molten eyes watching her daughter with the utmost intrigue, attempting to dissect the current state in which she sat. Smiling briefly, the former singer glanced down at her mug as she bobbed the tea bag up and down, carefully mulling over her words.

"Mother... why did you come here?"

Honey-red met stirring mulberry, the latter quick to drop from the intensity of the gaze. Eyes darkening, Virtuosa approached the couch and dropped gently onto the cushion; Octavia squirmed imperceptibly, jaw clenching as their eyes met once more.

"Vinyl Scratch is not who you think she is, dear. Trust me."

"And how do you know that? Are you running people that I spend time with?"

Eyes hooded, Virtuosa smiled before taking a sip of her tea. Octavia sprung up suddenly, nervous energy disallowing her the normal curtness in which she commonly used when dealing with the threatening woman. Her mother watched her pace, a bored expression washing over her face. Annoyed, she quickly placed her tea cup on a coaster and stood, high-heeled feet moving easily to stand in the way of Octavia's frenetic pacing.

"Dear, please just relax. I'm only here because Sapphire called me last night and told me about your little tiff with Stella and Concerto... Saying you've slept with a woman you hardly know anything of, and denying a fine man the chance to sweep you off your feet. I'm only worried about your--"

Eyes flashing, Octavia snapped her focus up to land outrageously on the woman.

"Don't begin this nonsense with me, mother. I didn't refuse any man the chance to sweep me off my feet. Concerto called me not three hours before the starting time and cancelled on me, citing some ridiculous illness. I was left without a date, and Vinyl happily filled that role. You're not worried about me at all, you're worried about what would happen to your reputation should I mysteriously turn into a lesbian."

Face morphing from placid to deadly, Virtuosa stepped forward to look down onto the cellist, her red-gold eyes almost like dancing flames as she scorched the younger woman with a venomous glare.

"Watch your tone with me, Octavia. I'm not your father. And do not think for a moment that you have any power over me in such a way. You cannot be more of a disappointment if you tried. Your father is merely concerned that you're falling into the ranks with a profound liar, and, quite frankly, a noted criminal. She didn't even finish her schooling!"

Orbs fluttering, Octavia took an uneasy step backward, eyebrows drawing her forehead into a web of confused wrinkles. Virtuosa, sensing the immediate shift in demeanor, smoothly closed the space between them again, both hands moving up to cup the strings player's conflicting face. Smiling darkly down at her daughter, Virtuosa purred slightly, words rolling casually off her sharp tongue.

"Dear, I know it's hard for you to accept that your father and I care about your well-being, but I really am here to caution you about who you bide your time with. The motley bunch of musicians you seem to be drawn the most toward is virtually acceptable... but I cannot sit idly by and allow you to fall into a trap with that monster. She's not who she appears to be."

Shaking her head, Octavia backed up once more, effectively breaking her mother's hold. Lifting her hands to run nervously through her sleep-twisted hair, she attempted to calm her nerves, refusing to give into the questions that suddenly swirled uncomfortably in her mind.

"Mother, you need better things to fill out your day--"

"And you need better people to fill out yours."

Backing up, Virtuosa turned and moved to grab her bag off the counter. Rifling through it, she took out a plain manila folder and opened it before sliding out a magazine. Tossing the book onto the coffee table, Virtuosa stood smug, fiery eyes dark. Octavia swallowed uncomfortably and shuffled forward to peek at the book. Tears unwittingly springing to her eyes, she quickly scooped up the offending print and looked, horrified, at the cover.

'Melody caught with a woman!'

The photo was the very moment they had been outside the massive venue when Octavia had placed a grateful kiss on the jockey's cheek. Blinking through her tears, Octavia flipped open the book to the flagged pages, eyes scanning the few pictures of the two of them together: arms threaded together outside; both sitting comfortably with one another at their table; and a few others that Octavia lost focus on. Sensing the drastic shift, Virtuosa moved to stand just before her daughter, hand moving to slip the tabloid out from the player's grasp. The tears the cellist tried so hard to contain suddenly rolled down the stony face, matching streaks marring the pale skin.

Virtuosa lifted her hands to wipe at the tears, the motion jerking Octavia back into the present, agonized amethyst eyes lifting to stare helplessly at her mother. Smiling reflexively, the older woman suddenly receded and approached her bag once more, sliding in the tabloid but removing a small packet of papers. Approaching the emotionally tormented player, Virtuosa smiled ruefully down at her daughter.

"Your father paid off the man with this article, hence his displeasure with you; scum like this expects big money for their stories. We will not be made to pay for your shenanigans in the future, Octavia. But this time, we took pity on you and stopped the story from running."

Handing the packet of papers to the cellist, Virtuosa's smile widened even further. Looking down at the papers, Octavia sniffled absently, glassy violet eyes staring unseeing at the report. Moving forward, Virtuosa removed the report from her hands and flipped through the pages before plucking free the one she sought. Turning the page toward the cellist, she bit back a smile at seeing the blow hit hard on Octavia.

The cellist stared, aghast, at the obvious mug shot of the DJ, mulberry eyes looking disbelievingly at the cuts and bruises on the DJ's slack, emotionless face. Absently lifting her hand to receive the picture from her mother, Octavia scanned the shot, an uneasiness building in her stomach at the sight. Virtuosa lifted her bag to her shoulder before casually tossing the manila folder onto the coffee table. Walking to stand beside the cellist, she smiled down at the photograph and then to Octavia, molten eyes dancing.

"According to the report, she was both high and intoxicated when she attacked a woman on the streets. A group of men noticed the scuffle and attempted to break them up, but whatever she was on... those men never stood a chance. Your precious Vinyl was charged with aggravated assault, drug possession, assaulting an officer, and for carrying a concealed weapon. All over the woman calling her a lez."

The photo slipped, unnoticed, for the cellist's grasp, haunted eyes moving to lock onto her mother's. Smiling kindly, Virtuosa patted the cellist's shoulder before approaching the door to leave. Pausing at the threshold, the raven-haired woman cast a tempered look back at the cellist.

"You're a grown woman, Octavia, free to do as you please. But Vinyl really isn't a nice person... Don't let her put her spell over you, you're so much better than this. Good day, my sweet, mommy loves you."

The door clicked shut just before Octavia burst into fitful sobs.

Vinyl yawned loudly and stretched before rolling easily from her bed. The sun peaked playfully through the heavy curtains in her room, the warm shafts of early fall sunlight warming the DJ as she walked toward her kitchen. Pausing to throw open the drapes, Vinyl casually slid open the window and breathed deeply. Smiling, she turned her attention back toward the kitchen and slipped inside, hand absently turning on the tea pot as she entered. Rummaging through her cabinets, she plucked out a bag of poppy seed bagels, the simple sight causing her to smile brightly. Pulling one free and stowing the rest, Vinyl made quick work of cutting the bagel and placed it in the toaster. Running her hands through the wild bed hair, Vinyl slipped free from the kitchen and approached the coffee table.

Picking up her phone, she casually flipped through the contacts, mind wandering on who she could spend part of her day with. Deciding on the cellist, she sent a quick morning text to the woman before tucking the phone in the waist band of her pajamas. The spewing steam caught her attention and she fumbled with the teabag container, finally dropping it into her cup and poured the water. A knock at her door forced her focus to slip, causing her to spill the burning liquid. Jerking away, she cursed before replacing the kettle and approached the door.

"Yeah, I'm friggin' coming..."

Opening the door, she smiled at the two women on the other side and dutifully stepped aside, allowing the couple into her place. Bonbon, from behind Lyra, popped her head around her lover and smiled brilliantly at the DJ.

"Good morning, V. I'd like to inquire about your girlfriend-sitting service?"

Vinyl shifted her focus to the cheesy smile plastered across the lyrist's face, bag nestled tightly in her grasp. Turning thoughtfully toward Bonbon, Vinyl dramatically tapped her chin, humming loudly.

"Ohhh, I don't know. It's gonna cost you."

Smiling wickedly, Bonbon tossed a white paper bag to the DJ. Catching the bag, the excited DJ laughed loudly before drawing forward to place a sloppy kiss on the candy maker's cheek. With her free hand, Vinyl playfully shoved Lyra further into her apartment before bowing gratefully to the colorful confectioner.

"Your offering of caramel squares is graciously accepted. I'll have your girlfriend bathed and dressed for you after the close of business this evening."

Chuckling at the DJ, Bonbon ruffled the wild, blue-striped hair before approaching the lyrist. Whispering to the strings player, Bonbon quickly placed a firm kiss on her lover's pouting lips before turning. Smacking the jockey's ass on the way out, B turned and winked playfully before closing the door behind her. Spinning, Vinyl nodded to her longtime friend before making her way back into the kitchen. Following suit, Lyra hopped up on the counter and plucked an apple out of the bowl before taking a hearty bite. Flicking her focus to the DJ, Lyra smiled, legs kicking gently as she sat.

"So tell me, V... You have fun last night?"

"You already know the answer to that."

Finished with spreading the cream cheese, Vinyl offered the bagel to the lyrist, pleased when she took it without a second thought. Moving to grab another bagel, Vinyl placed it into the toaster and moved to turn the kettle back on. Eyes dancing with merriment, Lyra took a large bite out of the bagel before regarding the jockey.

"Anything happen with you and Octavia last night?"

"Nope. I sent her and Symphony's drunk asses home and then came back here."

"Drunk asses, huh? Ever the vigilant friend, V."

Nodding, the DJ poured another cup for Lyra before spreading the cream cheese on her bagel. Hopping up to sit next to the lyrist, they both sat in companionable silence for a while, each lost in thought. Eventually, Lyra grunted as she swallowed her last bite of bagel.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you... Sapphire threatened Brass and Nandermane last night, said to make sure you and Octavia watch your backs."

Snorting, Vinyl wiped her hand across her mouth before putting down her plate and lifted her mug to take a sip of the tea.

"When aren't Shores and Artois being complete and total assholes?"

"Sapphire never used to be like that, you know that. It's when Artois came into shit that she changed. Oh man, remember the crush she had on you in school? She followed you everywhere."

"Yeah, don't remind me."

Plucking free the phone from her waistband, Vinyl smiled at the screen, an amused chuckle echoing from deep within her.

"I texted Octavia, and still haven't heard back. She and Symphony must still be sleeping off their hangovers."

Snatching the DJ's phone, Lyra thumbed through the contacts before landing on the familiar face and then dialed the call.

The phone on the bedside table began to ring once more, causing the cocooned violinist to finally unfurl from the blankets. Groaning loudly, she absently reached for the offending device before blindly answering the call.

"Somebody better be dead, I swear to Celestia."

"Well good morning, Sunshine."

Confused at the voice on the other end, Symphony looked down at her phone, further afflicted when she saw that it was indeed Vinyl that had called her.

"Lyra?"

"How's the hangover?"

"Hangover-y. What do you want?"

"Come hang out with me, Scratch, and, later, the guys. Vinyl's holding a band practice today. It should be fun!"

Groaning, Symphony sat up and groaned, annoyed at the sunlight pouring in through the curtains. Looking around, her sleep-fuzzed brain finally noticed she was not in her own bedroom. Images from the night before filtered across her subconscious, finally clicking in her head.

"I'm not even home. I'll maybe call you back later."

Without a thought, she hung up the phone and managed to force her way from under the blankets to eventually stand. Absently brushing her fingers through her hair, Symphony approached the barely-opened door before kicking it open and approached the living area. Finally cresting the hallway, Symphony focused uneasily on the cellist that sat on her couch, legs curled under her, eyes staring blankly at the wall before her. Frowning, Symphony walked to stand beside the cellist.

"Hey, Octavia?"

There was no answer. The tear-stained face made no move to respond, the glassy, unfocused eyes unwavering. The teacup clasped tightly in her hands was still full, though untouched. Reaching out a tentative hand, Symphony gently touched the cellist's shoulder. With an exaggerated slowness, Octavia managed to drag her eyes up to focus coolly on the violinist, stony face unmoving as she stared.

"Please get out."

Frowning, Symphony bent down to better hear the soft, raspy voice, lavender eyebrows drawn high on her forehead.

"What was that, O--"

"I said get out."

Jerking back, Symphony frowned down at the cellist, distraught. An irritated air swept across Octavia in that moment, the glassy amethyst eyes suddenly darkening as they zeroed in on the violinist. Noticing the instant shift, Symphony held her hands up and smiled uneasily before eventually retreating back into the bedroom. A few moments later, she reemerged with her things and made her way toward the door. Stopping, she turned a concerned look to the obviously upset musician. Focusing on the swirling mulberry orbs, Symphony smiled sadly at her friend.

"What is it, Octavia? Please tell me."

Eyes fluttering briefly at the sentiment, Octavia bit back the tears she felt forming again before shaking her head at the violinist.

"Please just go, Symphony. I'll see you at practice."

Frowning, Symphony nodded and carefully turned the knob. Casting a lasting, distressed look at the raven-haired musician, the violinist smiled sadly and carefully closed the door behind her. Once outside, though, she turned suddenly, almost bursting back through the door to better understand the cellist's volatile emotions. She stopped, however, and sadly slid her grip from the door and headed down the hallway.

Not long after, and the violinist was pushing her way through the unlocked door and stopped suddenly, focused on the pair as they sat, exchanging notes in uncharacteristic silence. Red eyes turning, Vinyl smiled at the violinist before noticing the evident sadness echoing from the teal eyes. Standing, the jockey approached the violinist, hands lifting to gently grasp the musician's upper arms.

"Hey, Symph, what's wrong?"

Smiling through her discomfort, she shook her head and casually slid back from the DJ's grasp. Grinning at the equally confused lyrist, Symphony nodded before easily passing the jockey.

"I need a shower."

Disappearing down the hallway, Symphony left the two musicians confused in her wake. Turning to look at Lyra, Vinyl half-shrugged her shoulder before approaching her spot on the floor in front of the lyrist; a while later, Symphony reemerged, showered and dressed. Lyra smiled up at the lavender-haired strings player, golden eyes twinkling in delight.

"I see you still borrow V's clothes, eh?"

Smiling, she sat down on the floor beside both of the other women. Vinyl, unconvinced at Symphony's mood, turned a questioning glance to the woman.

"I thought you had an Orchestra thing today?"

"I do."

Narrowing her eyes in thought, Vinyl tilted her head at her friend.

"Okay, so then why aren't you with Octavia?"

"She asked me to leave. She was rather upset, but offered no explanation when I asked. She just told me to get out."

Vinyl and Lyra both frowned, suddenly unnerved at the news. Vinyl gathered her phone and flipped through the contacts before landing on Octavia's number, her thumb pushing the dial button reflexively as she lifted to her ear. After only two rings, the call suddenly went to voicemail. Frowning, Vinyl dialed again, only to be greeted by the automated voice once more. Exhaling quickly, she focused her attention on both women before half-heartedly tossing her phone on the floor.

"She ignored my call, and then shut her phone off."

Passing her attention from Vinyl, Symphony absently looked down, fingers pulling at a string at the hem of her pilfered shirt. Sighing, she ran a hand through her damp hair before grabbing at the notes the two women had splayed between them. Symphony focused on the words, a small smile spreading across her face.

"Are these songs?"

Snatching at the paper, Vinyl smiled sweetly.

"Yeah. Wanted to get back into it, you know."

Symphony smiled and swatted at the jockey. Turning her attention toward the lyrist as she cleared her throat, the violinist leaned her chin onto the DJ's shoulder before regarding the mint-haired player.

"Yes, Lyr?"

"When do you have practice?"

"I have to leave in a few if I want to get back in time to pick up my violin and make it to the hall... Why?"

Vinyl turned her head toward the violinist as she remained perched on her shoulder, red eyes glimmering.

"Check up on Octavia for me. I hope it's nothing I did."

Symphony slid her hands through the soft, two-tone hair and smiled kindly to the unsure jockey.

"Oh, love, I doubt it's you. She had a blast last night."

Smiling sadly, Vinyl nodded before her eyes dropped down to the violinist's outfit.

"You steal my underwear, too?"

Grinning maliciously, Symphony jerked forward to place a kiss on the jockey's temple before springing to her feet. Playful teal locked onto mirthful red, a lascivious smile splitting the violinist's face.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm not wearing any."

Both the seated players burst out laughing at the comment, tempered by Vinyl's eyes as she marveled up at Symphony, red eyes twinkling.

"Oh, damn, you can keep those pants!"

Grinning softly, Symphony pinned the expectant DJ with a sultry gaze.

"What's wrong, Scratch? You used to like when I got into your pants."

Lyra snorted as she barked out a laugh, instantly humored at Vinyl's face. Not to be outdone, the jockey stood and slid up to the violinist, red eyes slitting seductively.

"I always was so good at getting you out of your pants and into mine, wasn't I, Strings?"

Flushing at the comment, Symphony playfully poked the jockey's chest.

"Okay, you win."

Smiling smugly, she tossed a look back to the rapt lyrist, goofy smile planted firmly on her face. Turning back to the violinist, she bobbed her head at her old friend.

"You should get going. And keep an eye on Octavia for me, okay? You got me all worried now... Let me know what's up."

Eyes crinkling in delight, Symphony nodded respectfully. Sliding around the jockey, Symphony absently ruffled the mint-striped hair before disappearing out the door. The two remaining shared a humored look, the lyrist being the first to speak.

"You are totally hooked, V."

Symphony approached the massive concert hall and slid in through the large doors. She smiled at her section as she approached before planting her violin safely on her seat. Turning, her teal eyes scanned the large swarm of musicians before eventually finding the stoic cellist. Pushing passed a group of players, she approached the woman.

Octavia looked up, eyes looking tiredly at the violinist as she planted herself before her. Eyes softening, Symphony knelt down before Octavia, a small smile attempting to twist her lips.

"Octavia, what's wrong?"

Searching the teal eyes before her, Octavia slowly shook her head, the amethyst eyes glowing with a deep discomfort. A cutting voice suddenly sliced through to the women, causing Symphony to growl before she returned to her feet. Stella sauntered up to both women, icy blue eyes alight with a sadistic humor.

"Good morning, ladies. Did you enjoy yourselves last night?"

Symphony moved into the cellist's space, her teal eyes glowing with an unbridled fury.

"Back the fuck off, Artois. I'm not in the mood for your shit this early in the morning."

Scowling at the violinist, she casually pushed her aside and focused her sights on Octavia.

"What about you, Melody? You and your girlfriend have a--"

"Vinyl Scratch is not my girlfriend. Nor will she ever be."

Snorting, Artois closed the distance between them to sneer spitefully down at the principal cellist.

"Oh, come off it now. I saw the two of you together. Did you guys leave the hall and head back to her place for some incredible--"

Hauling to her feet, Octavia was quickly toe to toe with the stingy redhead.

"I did not sleep with Vinyl. She was the best of a bad situation. I'm sure you know what situation, Artois, considering you plucked Concerto right out from under me. And I wonder why... Was it because you put out on a first date?"

Snarling at the cellist, Artois snapped at the raven-haired player.

"Do you really want to play these games, Octavia? You know as well as I do that you never stood a snowball's chance in Hell with Concerto. You do, however, have all the chances in the world with Vinyl. She's been known to charm the pants off pretty girls like you."

Symphony moved forward, her teal eyes flashing dangerously. Both cellists, however, leveled her with a tumultuous gaze, causing her to remain still, though she gritted her teeth at the display. A group of their fellow players seemed to gather around the women, a palpable wonder growing in the room. Octavia painfully clenched her teeth, her normally placid eyes almost black with anger.

"Get it through your thick skull that nothing is going on with Vinyl and I. She's merely an acquaintance that I had lying around to fill a void-- that is all. You think I have time in my life for someone so obviously uncultured? She was fun for a while, a certain breath of fresh air that I needed to enhance my own playing abilities. Nothing more."

Symphony suddenly frowned at the words, a deep pang echoing through her chest. She passed her focus back and forth between the two women, suddenly at a loss for words. Stella smirked at the cellist before laughing merrily.

"Nobody will judge you for sleeping with that dyke, Octavia. Admit it... You'd throw your career away for a good roll in the hay with that DJ."

Inching closer to the cellist, Octavia glared down at her, face set as she spoke dangerously low.

"The only thing I'd throw away for Vinyl Scratch is my patience. I don't have time in my life for a clingy DJ with mommy issues."

Stella searched the serious face of the cellist before smiling briefly. She shook her head the raven-haired woman before conceding.

"Okay, Melody."

Turning her head, Stella grinned wickedly at the shocked violinist as she stood before flowing passed Octavia and taking her seat. Symphony passed her eyes to Octavia, teal eyes burning with tears she desperately tried to control. Octavia held her gaze for a moment, the mulberry eyes swirling with untethered emotion. Swallowing her own tears, Octavia straightened and gently cleared her throat, lashes fluttering.

"I believe you should return to your section, Symphony. Noteworthy will be here shortly for us to begin."

Shaking her head at the cellist, Symphony turned to walk back to her section; Octavia collapsed in her own chair, eyes squeezing shut against the painful echo in her head. Stella smirked maliciously, blue eyes dancing with demonic glee.
Noteworthy entered the room just a few minutes passed the painful exchange, his face glowing with an innate happiness.

Approaching the stand, he smiled up at his many players.

"Did everyone enjoy the event last night?"

A slew of voices answered all at once, causing him to laugh gleefully. Concerto slipped in behind him before moving to take his place on stage. He cleared his throat and prepped the orchestra for a few moments before nodding his head to the director. Noteworthy grinned and rolled up his sleeves before raising his arms.

The practice continued smoothly, the many instruments melting together into one, perfect piece, the music bouncing through the room with flawless grace. Noteworthy eventually stepped down and wrapped up the practice, his voice flowing gracefully over the musicians.

"Wonderful performance, everyone. Don't forget, we leave here in a week's time, I hope you're all ready for this. Until then, I'll be seeing everybody Wednesday morning for a final practice before we hit the road. Enjoy the rest of your days, everyone."

The ample theatre was suddenly alight with the sounds of many voices talking and many chairs being moved at once. The sounds of cases being opened and closed echoed around the massive hall, drawing a familiar nostalgia to the large group of musicians. People gathered together with their respective friends as everyone filed out to leave. Octavia packed up her own instrument and made a quick bolt for the door. Symphony was just behind, her smaller instrument allowing the grace of a faster exit. Catching the cellist outside, Symphony grabbed the crook of her elbow and spun her to face forward.

"What the hell was that in there?"

"Symphony, I can explain--"

"Explain the fact you just demeaned your entire relationship--"

"Friendship."

"--friendship with Vinyl to placate Stella Artois? Stella! The same woman that gives you flack for wearing the wrong shade of gray?"

"I didn't placate, I merely just--"

"Lied! You downright lied. Did something happen last night? Are you and Vinyl okay? Talk to me, Octavia, because I'm beyond confused right now."

Octavia sighed and placed the bottom of her cello case on the ground before casually leaning against it. She turned tormented eyes to the violinist before offering a small smile to the troubled strings player.

"I don't want to be conceived as something I'm not, Symphony. I'm not in a relationship with Vinyl, I didn't sleep with Vinyl... And it bothers me when someone like her gets the wrong idea."

"What the hell does it matter what Stella thinks? I can't even believe you said half of that about Vinyl... Do you have any idea how much that would hurt her if she found out? I don't mind you saying you're not friggin' dating her, but you made it sound like you used Vinyl for inspiration and that you're not actually friends."

"Symphony..."

The violinist shook her head, the incessant pulse of emotion still throbbing in her head. Her teal eyes focused sadly on the cellist, beyond proper thought.

"Vinyl cares about you. Do you really think she's an acquaintance? Somebody to fill a void? Mommy issues? Really??"

"That was a bit... No, I don't. She's... Well, she's Vinyl."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Octavia pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose, feeling the onsets of a migraine swirling in the recesses of her brain. She smiled at the violinist and casually moved to clasp one of her hands tightly in her grasp.

"Vinyl and I are fine. I just... I didn't want Stella thinking she can get to me because of Vinyl. That's all. We're still friends, Symphony."

Eyeing her warily, Symphony exhaled deeply and squeezed the cellist's hand before letting go. Taking a step back, Symphony hailed a cab and cast a sad glance toward her companion.

"I really hope you mean that, Octavia. Because it'd be cruel of you not to. I'm heading there now, would you like to come with me? Lyra's there."

Quickly shaking her head, she flashed an uneasy smile to the violinist.

"I would, but I've got something to do with my mother. I'm sorry."

Pausing beside the cab that pulled up, Symphony looked hard at the cellist.

"Why were you so upset this morning?"

"I'd gotten some rather trying news from my mother. She stopped by briefly while you slept."

"What news?"

"It's personal. I'll meet up with you later?"

Smiling sadly, she half-shrugged.

"See you later, then."

Octavia watched the violinist slide into the backseat of the cab before it pulled into traffic. The cellist sighed deeply as she waited patiently, eyes finally landing on the black limo as it slid up to the curb. Instantly recognizing her father's driver, she forced a smile to the older man as he skillfully picked up the cello and stowed it in the trunk. Opening the door for the musician, the gray-haired man smiled and bowed softly to the woman. Flashing an uneasy grin, she dutifully slid into the backseat and waited as the long vehicle began its journey.

Symphony crashed through the door, muttering angrily under her breath. She turned an irritated look to the two women that sat staring at her, amused smirks on both their faces. Grumbling, Symphony breezed past the two players before opening the fridge. Pouring a small glass of water, she quickly downed it and exhaled before pinning the jockey with a poignant stare.

"Scratch, did something happen last night?"

"...happen? Happen how?"

"With you and Octavia."

Shaking her head, she stood and approached the skittish violinist.

"No. Why? Did she say something happened?"

"No. She adamantly denied anything happening. But she was behaving really frickin' strangely at practice. I just didn't know if you guys had words or something."

Frowning at the confession, Vinyl gently denied.

"No, nothing. We were at the hall, then you guys were at the club, and I sent the two of you back to Octavia's. That was it. You were with us both last night... Did she seem off to you?"

Symphony fervently denied the question, the incensed motion causing Lyra to stand and join the other two women.

"Did she say something bad about Vinyl?"

There was a long pause before Symphony flashed a small smile, gently dispelling the tension hanging between them with a short shake of the head.

"Of course not. She had a blast last night. Maybe it was something her mother told her. Apparently, she'd gotten stirring news this morning and didn't tell me about that either."

Lyra bobbed her head in understanding, golden eyes flicking over to focus on the frowning jockey, free hand moving up to gently shake the DJ's arm. Grinning reflexively, she turned her head toward Symphony, half-catching a fleeting look as it left the violinist's face just as quickly as it had come. Lyra clapped her hands and shook both women, attempting to lighten the mood.

"We should totally go get some food. Peg's sound good? Awesome. I'll go call a cab."

Lyra bent to pick up her bag before swinging it over her shoulder and quickly left the apartment. Symphony smiled up at Vinyl before skirting around the DJ, only to be stopped by a hand on her upper arm. Sighing, she turned toward the other woman, eyes softening at the sadness currently dominating the jockey's face.

"Symph..."

Patting the hand that held her, Symphony creased her eyebrows before offering a sad grin to the expectant DJ.

"It's nothing, V. Don't worry."

Unconvinced, she released the violinist and watched as she too left the apartment. Sliding her phone in her pocket, Vinyl stooped to pick up her glasses for the first time this morning before placing them over her eyes with practiced precision. She bit her lip as she gathered her keys before leaving, locking the door before as she started after the two players.

Octavia walked uneasily down the long, marbled hallway, the shiny, black tiles causing her unbalanced stress. She straightened the dark blouse that she wore, beyond nervous at being in the building. The black heels she wore echoed faintly as she walked, her raven hair shimmering beautifully in the lights as she continued down the strip. She focused on the heavy door at the end of the hall, an unsettled flutter stirring in her gut. Finally reaching the door, she exhaled before turning the knob and stepped inside.

A woman greeted her instantly, bright silver eyes sparkling at seeing the young woman.

"Hello, Octavia. Have a seat, your dad will be with you in a minute."

Nodding quickly, she slid into one of the plush seats against the wall of the massive reception area. A large window sat directly in front of her, the view of the city remarkable. She focused hard out the massive window, eyes staring intently at the vision of the castle in the distance. Hearing a door open, Octavia passed her eyes to the suited man that filed out of her father's office, followed by the CEO himself. Both men shared a laugh as the visitor left quietly, leaving Octavia to sit shyly against the wall. Viktor Melody moved to stand before his daughter, violet eyes shining. Kneeling, he hooked his forefinger under her chin and lifted her face upward.

Their eyes met and the tears Octavia had been fighting all day suddenly spilled forward. The tall man clicked his tongue as he pulled the cellist to her feet and tucked her carefully in his arms. Lifting a hand to soothingly run down the silky black hair, he turned his attention to the woman behind the desk. Nodding in understanding, she smiled and ushered them away. Tilting his head down, he pulled the cellist away to absently wipe at her tears.

"Come on, darling, into my office."

Sniffling, she walked the short way into the massive office and collapsed on the couch lining the far wall. She wiped angrily at her tears, hands moving to tug up her purse. Already prepared, Viktor offered the distressed player the tissues before taking a seat beside his daughter. Tears eventually stopping, violet met violet, the cellist hiccupping as the sobs stopped.

"I'm so sorry, daddy."

Shaking his head, he scooped her forward to pull her against his side. Placing a small kiss to the top of her head, he smiled soothingly.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, angel."

"That story... I-I didn't even--"

"Nonsense. I'm having the magazine shut down for libel and invasion of privacy."

"Daddy, you can't. It was an event, there was press everywhere."

Grumbling, he nodded. The tall man moved his eyes back to Octavia, a glowing understand spilling forth from the violet orbs.

"Octavia, it doesn't matter what the article said. I stopped the running of that story because who you are in private is your own business. Your personal life is nobody's concern but yours. Life changes, and people with it. It doesn't matter to me who you settle down with, as long as you're happy. Understand?"

Her tears renewed in earnest, though she ignored them.

"Daddy, I'm not dating Vinyl."

He smiled at her, a small laugh escaping him.

"It wouldn't matter if you were, angel. She's a good kid."

Octavia frowned, turning her eyes toward the man in confusion.

"Mother seems to think she's a demon. She showed me things..."

"Your mother thinks everybody's a demon, even me."

"Do you know Vinyl, daddy?"

The man smiled and stood to approach his desk, fingers digging through a drawer for a well-hidden candy bar. Octavia laughed joyously at her father, beyond touched at his thoughtfulness as he reclaimed his seat, hand stretching to offer half the treat to his daughter. Happily accepting, she took a bite of the confection and sighed deeply. Turning back toward the young woman, he grinned cryptically.

"I've never formally met her, but I've seen her floating around from time to time. I'm good friends with her father."

Surprised, Octavia lifted her eyebrows before shaking her head in wonder.

"I didn't know that."

Snickering, the CEO leaned back against the couch and grinned mischievously at the cellist.

"I'm just full of surprises."

"Mother told me you were furious with me..."

The brunette shook his head before patting the musician's knee.

"I wasn't mad at you, angel. I was angry at the sleaze who wanted to run personal things about my little girl."

"...promise?"

Her voice broke, the tears again returning with vigor. He chuckled before wrapping her up in his arms once again.

"I promise, angel."

Stella stepped briskly down the street, her high heels clicking loudly as she walked down the smooth pavement. Her blue eyes landed thoughtfully on the cafe as she neared, her lips twisting into an unnerving grin. Seeing the two she had plans to meet, she approached the table and gracefully took her seat. Sapphire smiled at the cellist, the singer's golden eyes twinkling with mischief. Both of the musical girls turned expectant eyes to the dark woman that sat with them, her molten red-gold eyes glowing in the sunlight. Placing down her teacup, Virtuosa smiled at the two women.

"Splendid job, ladies."

Author's Notes:

Sorry, this is a bit late. I started five hours behind schedule. Anyway, this is a necessary evil, this chapter... Parts of it I like, parts of it not so much. Things need to happen, though. As always, forgive the space issues and errors. I'll get there. Happy Saturday (night)!

New York

Vinyl sighed dramatically as she stood, arms out, weighed down by a colorful array of clothes. Symphony busied herself inside the massive closet just behind the DJ, lips spilling forth inane ramblings as she thought out loud, an action not unnoticed by the two-tone jockey. Grunting as another piece of clothing was draped over her arm, Vinyl absently sucked her teeth before shaking her head at the violinist.

"You know, Symph, this whole thing could be done without me standing her like a damn fashion-challenged scarecrow."

Gasping, Symphony stuck her head around the doorframe, teal eyes wide.

"And have them wrinkle on the bed? I don't think so!"

"They're wrinkling hanging off of me!"

Fully exiting the closet, Symphony shook her head at the jockey before scanning the many items hanging off the fidgety musician, eyes flicking from piece to piece. She made a grand show of removing just a few garments before patting the DJ's head patronizingly, sweet smile gracing her lips as she turned to reenter the massive space.

"There. Now quit your complaining. I'm going on another tour, I have to know what to pack for my down time."

Bouncing from foot to foot, Vinyl grumbled, nostrils flaring as yet another dress was placed over her arm.

"You won't have much down time, Strings. You're going to be wearing a performance tuxedo for most of your time, then pajamas, and maybe some bum clothes for travel. What the hell do you need so many outfits for??"

Passing an irritated look to the impatient jockey, Symphony exhaled sharply.

"We're having a small reception in our honor when we get to New York. So I need a dress for that. Then the entire Orchestra has been invited to a performance by the Philly Orchestra, and that means I need a dress for that."

Rolling her eyes, Vinyl again shifted from foot to foot.

"Okay, so that's two things that require formal attire. What about--"

"Oh, for Celestia's sake. The items on your left arm are dresses I'm torn between. The items on your right arm are other outfits for the passing of time. My pajamas are already packed and my suit is prepped and ready to go. We're going to be gone for three weeks, Vinyl, a girl has priorities."

Vinyl smirked at the violinist, amused that she could so easily annoy the fiery woman. She shrugged, finally giving in and remained standing quietly. Thanking her graciously, Symphony again disappeared into the closet before returning moments later, a final garment across her arm. Stopping before the other woman, she sized up the chaotically organized clothes before beginning her pacing, lips curling in thought.

For a long moment, Vinyl simply watched the woman sort through the clothes before a small chuckle escaped her parted lips. Flashing an irritated glare upward, the violinist pinned her with an annoyed stare.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're cute when you have no idea what to do. So can I help you or am I just a glorified coat hanger?"

Snickering to herself, she nodded. Vinyl then shifted the less important clothes to the bed, earning a disproving, yet allowing, frown from the lavender-haired player. Shifting the dresses and their hangers to her hand, she held them up before her, red eyes moving over them with careful consideration. Bouncing her vision upward, she smiled at her long-time friend.

"You only need two dresses, yeah?"

"Yes, just two. I want a professional look, but I also--"

"You want sophisticated, yet tantalizing. I know how you are, Symph."

The two women shared a knowing smile before Vinyl plucked two dresses from the overly large pile. Holding both up, she nodded and presented them.

"The black should be for New York. Elegant, but saucy. The plum can be for Philly, because it accentuates your hair color and fits you perfectly."

Symphony laughed at the commentary, teal eyes crinkling with joy.

"Vinyl Scratch, are you secretly a gay man?"

"Nope. I love the ladies, and the ladies love me."

Pleased with the jockey's assessment, the violinist placed the two dresses on the hook inside the closet door. Turning her attention back to the remaining clothes, she passed an amused look to the two-tone spinner.

"Okay, so what about travel and other means throughout the days?"

Vinyl waved off the question and flopped down on the bed beside the large stack of clothing.

"You can just wear whatever you want. It's not like you haven't traveled with these people before. You should just be as comfortable as possible, screw trying to be fashionable."

"Vinyl, maybe you couldn't care less about your outfit choices, but we're a World-famous group of musicians. I'd like for my appearance to reflect that."

"Then wear your designer jeans and some classy shirts. Don't forget your coat, you're going up North for a bit and you tend to get cold if it drops below 80 degrees."

Her tone was teasing, red eyes alight with her trademark snark. Symphony casually whipped a shirt at the DJ before rooting through her clothes, eyebrows drawing as she sorted. Vinyl sat back on the bed and watched, content to simply offer bits of advice or opinions as the violinist worked. Tilting her head, Vinyl smiled at the other woman, pierced eyebrow rising in amusement as she followed the pacing musician with her eyes. For long minutes the pair sat in silence, each absorbed within their own thoughts; Symphony passed her sights to Vinyl after a while, teal eyes softening as she regarded the jockey.

"Hey, V, thanks for coming over so early. You know I get twitchy before I have to travel."

Smiling, the DJ nodded before reclining further on the bed, body sighing as she relaxed against the plush top. Glasses sliding downward, Vinyl breathed deeply as she closed her eyes, tired body collapsing against the pillows. Symphony continued to flitter around the room, hands grabbing at different things as she went. She stooped to pack another suitcase, teal eyes eventually finding their way to the reclining woman. Moving to slide past the pile of luggage, she sat on the edge of the bed beside the jockey, smooth hands lifting to absently ruffle the blue peaks of the deceptively soft hair.

"Vinyl, would you come up to New York to see us open in two days?"

Slipping open one eye, the jockey eventually grinned before relaxing further.

"I suppose I could find time in my busy, busy schedule to take a long ass trip to NY to see you perform. It's been a while since the Orchestra has been together, it might be fun. Maybe I'll drag along Lyra and Bonbon. I know Brass is taking the train up, I guess I can hook up with her if Lyra laughs in my face."

Symphony nodded, chuckle escaping as her smile grew.

"I'd like to see you after the show. Noteworthy had us work pretty hard on another new piece, so we're all pretty excited to perform. I mean, some of us couldn't care less, but for the passionate bunch, it's pretty incredible."

Vinyl snickered and jokingly shoved the violinist.

"I know you can't mean Stella Artois and her bitchy 'tude."

Both women burst into a fit of giggles at the mention of the red-haired cellist, their earlier encounters from weeks past all too familiar. Symphony sighed as she ran a hand through the lavender hair, teal eyes narrowing as she scanned the mountain of clothes beside them.

"I need to pack, we have to be out of this city in two hours. And we have to meet at the hall before we can proceed to transport. Oh, how I loathe packing."

Vinyl grinned before hefting to her feet, hands moving to grab at an empty suitcase.

"I got this, Strings. No worries."

A strangled gasp escaped Symphony as she watched the jockey carelessly throw things in the empty bag. Scrambling toward her, she snatched at the bag and leveled the DJ with a smoky glare, lip curling as she released a long whine before the DJ burst into raucous laughter.

"Okay, I'll pack!!"

Vinyl reclaimed her spot on the bed as she watched the frantic violinist twirl around the room. Eventually, though, she had finished packing and called for the blue-haired girl to assist in moving the luggage toward the front door, preparing for pick up. Vinyl diligently followed, arms full with two bags as she stacked the small pile neatly beside the door. A high-pitched ring suddenly echoed around the apartment, drawing the attention of both women as Symphony quickly approached her purse.

Pulling the phone from the large bag, Symphony casually answered the call.

"Hey, roomie."

Vinyl moved to stand just behind the violinist, red eyes dancing with curiosity.

"Is that Octavia?"

Waving her hand, she flashed a quick smile as she nodded, eyes bouncing slowly as she listened to the cellist.

"Yes, Octavia, I know. I'm all packed. I just want to get some breakfast or something. Would you like to come with Vinyl and I to Dominic's before we prep for the road?"

"I would, but I... I already ate. I'll see you at the Hall in a bit, yes?"

"Oh... And yeah, of course. Don't forget your bowtie this time, okay? Oh, and Vinyl wanted--"

"I've got to go, Symphony. I'll see you soon."

The call ended abruptly, causing the violinist to frown slightly. She moved her eyes to Vinyl, concerned when she saw the normally jovial red eyes swirling with uncertainty. Taking a step toward the jockey, Symphony pushed her hair from her shoulders and opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off.

"Octavia doing okay?"

Pausing, Symphony tilted her head at the question, eyebrows crinkling.

"Yes, she's fine. Why do you ask?"

"...oh, I don't know. Just curious. Been a while since we talked, I just wanted to make sure she was doing all right."

"Wait, what? Been a while? What's a while?"

"I don't know, when was the Academy thing?"

Symphony scowled at the information, her temper flaring briefly at the admittance.

"That was over a week ago--"

"Yeah. She hasn't responded to any messages or calls. I stopped, I didn't want to seem desperate or something. I've been worrying about her since you told me she was off at practice that one morning, though."

"She hasn't mentioned it since... I can talk to her for you if you like? I know I talked to her that morning to make sure things between you hadn't soured, and she promised you guys were okay..."

Vinyl smiled sadly before approaching the violinist's couch to pick up her helmet and bag before turning to face the shorter woman once again.

"Don't worry about it. If she says we're good, we're good. You guys have just had a bunch going on in your lives, no big. Let's go get some food and then we can come back here and I can get you ready for the road."

Symphony smiled briefly before glowering, teal eyes narrowing in thought. She accepted the response before grabbing her purse and followed the DJ out of the apartment.

Octavia groused as she pushed through the large doors, bothered by the ineffective bag check just outside. Transport outside the massive hall was filling up with their luggage to be bused to the airport, and the many players remained about the area, concerned with their property. After checking her baggage and her instrument, Octavia finally entered the building, eyes searching the room for the violinist. Finding her in mid-conversation with one of her section members, Octavia strolled up to the pair, wide smile etched across her face.

"Good morning, Staff. Hello, Symphony."

The young violinist in question bowed to the cellist before nodding toward Symphony as he made a respectful departure. Symphony pinned the nervous strings player with her eyes, irises dancing with repressed curiosity.

"How are you this morning, Octavia? Excited to be on the road again?"

"Yes, I'm so excited to finally be back with everyone. It's going to be such fun this time around!"

Symphony nodded and smiled at the cellist before beginning a casual stroll around the massive interior. Both women nodded and greeted their fellow players as they walked through the hall, a familiar sense of completion swarming around them. Symphony sipped thoughtfully from her water bottle before tugging the cellist off to the side, her face belying a strong wonder.

"How are you and Vinyl?"

The cellist flushed at the question, mouth twitching into a nervous half-smile.

"We're all right. I haven't had much time to talk to her recently, what with getting prepared for our trip. I haven't seen her since the Academy dinner. How is Vinyl?"

Symphony narrowed her eyes at the cellist, lips curling in mock concern.

"What aren't you telling me?"

Blowing out a laugh, the raven-haired strings player playfully tapped the other woman before pivoting to watch a small group of performers just off to their left. Mulberry eyes wandered around the many familiar faces before landing on an all too familiar scowl as Stella crested the group separating them. Making a beeline for the musicians, Stella waltzed up to the pair, an almost feral smile etched upon her face.

"Good morning, ladies. Are we excited for our tour?"

Symphony curled her lip at the redhead before taking a long draw off her bottle. Octavia smiled nervously, free hands shifting to clasp before her. The fiery cellist focused solely on her Principal Cellist, sharp sapphire eyes dancing with ice. Symphony finished her drink and took a half-step forward, hooded eyes falling slightly closed as she studied the woman.

"I'm excited for the New York nightlife. Maybe I can get lucky."

Stella snorted and smiled maliciously at the violinist.

"Oh, I forgot. You're single and alone. What a spinster you've become, Strings."

Almost purring, Symphony closed the space between them, mischievous teal eyes twinkling.

"I am a little lonely... Maybe you could help me, since Concerto's been avoiding you like the Black Plague. It's been so long since I've felt a woman's--"

Stella slapped away the hand that lifted to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes shifting over to pin the uncomfortable Octavia with a hard glare. Pushing away the smugly grinning Symphony, Stella took a step toward the raven-haired cellist, eyes again holding an icy edge.

"How are you doing this morning, Melody? Have any goodbye time with Scratch?"

"Actually, I've been a little busy this week-- Vinyl didn't exactly fit into my schedule."

Grinning ruefully, Stella nodded her consent to the woman.

"Good. You don't need that stench following you. It's almost time, ladies. See you on the plane."

With a last look to the infuriated Symphony, Stella turned and sauntered away. Octavia made no move to look at the violinist, though she could practically feel the ire coming off her in pulsing waves. Pivoting to stand before the silent strings player, Symphony stared at the cellist.

"Whatever the hell is going on, it has to stop."

Octavia opened her mouth to neither deny nor accept the accusation, but was quickly overshadowed by Noteworthy's voice as it boomed across the auditorium. Following the voice, Octavia headed toward the man before falling into place within the massive group of musicians. Noteworthy stood before them, honey-brown eyes sparkling in the bright lights of the venue. His normally combed hair was messy with sleep, though he never looked more rested. Turning his face to scan the large group, he grinned brightly.

"Good morning, everyone. The last of the luggage is currently on its way to the airport. Our buses have just pulled up outside the building, so please, proceed outside and into our luxury transporters. As always, stick together and enjoy the ride. We should be in the air within the hour."

He turned and headed toward the exit, the impressive group of musicians filing out as well. Octavia walked in step with Symphony, though she offered no words to the irritated player. They boarded the second bus without issue and settled comfortably beside one another in the front section of the bus. Stella winked at them both as she passed, the youngest of the cello players following guiltily along behind her. Octavia flashed a reassuring smile to the young cellist, instantly drawing out a small grin from her charge. Symphony simply ignored the people around her, instead focusing her sights out the large window just beside her.

The ride to the airport was virtually uneventful and as the buses pulled up outside their doors, the enormous group of musicians began filtering out. Moving together as a large unit, they all cleared security and started the small journey toward their gate. As the musicians settled, Noteworthy did his rounds, jovial smile contagious as he walked. Stopping before both Symphony and Octavia, he smirked at the women, eyes glowing.

"Good morning, ladies. Are you excited?"

Both women bobbed their heads in agreement before Octavia opened her mouth to respond.

"Yes, of course. I will admit, however, that I'm mildly nervous. It's been so long since the group has performed together, and with my short absence from my section--"

Noteworthy dismissed her concerns with a friendly wave of his hands.

"My dear Miss Melody, rest assured that you have absolutely no cause for concern. I've watched you at practices; if anything, your playing style has only gotten better, more passionate. Whatever you did in your off time has certainly worked wonders for you performance."

Octavia flushed at the compliment, her skin prickling where she knew Symphony stared hard at her. Nodding, she smiled thankfully at the Conductor. Passing another grin between the women, he easily excused himself to continue his rounds. Once alone, Symphony pinned her companion with a stern look.

"Look at that, Note noticed your new style. I can't imagine who helped you find your passion again."

"Stop. I told you, Vinyl and I are okay. I've just been busy preparing for this trip. If she doesn't understand that, it is not my place to worry. But since she ceased communication, I assumed she understood."

They stared at one another for a moment before Symphony relented, eyelashes fluttering closed.

"Okay. I'll believe that, Octavia."

The boarding call sounded over the PA, causing the unit of musicians to all shift into action. Octavia sighed deeply as she shuffled toward the gate, eyebrows drawn in discomfort. Symphony, to her credit, ignored the obvious unhappiness before she walked past the cellist and headed down the hallway; Octavia sighed deeply before following.

Vinyl bounced joyously down the sidewalk, the beat bursting from her headphones moving her to bob absently as she walked. The late morning sun shone brightly downward, the light catching the chain attached to the DJ's belt loop as she swung it carelessly, in time with the music pulsing in her ears. Absently, she shifted the weight of the infamous purple glasses as a passing glare caught her up high, the movement more reflexive than necessary. Vinyl smiled as she approached her intended destination, her free hand moving up to slip down her headphones before opening the door to the shop.

Once inside, the girl with the blue streaks nodded her head to her favorite man, booted feet moving her toward his counter in anticipation.

"Howya doin', Joe."

The baker nodded, hands placing a large blue cup on the counter, already having expected her arrival.

"Mornin', Scratch. Got the usual for ya."

Smiling up at the burly man, Vinyl lifted the hefty mug as she inhaled deeply, satisfied.

"Mmm, double chocolate with a shot of marshmallow. You're the best, Donut."

She slid the money to the man before her focus shifted to the motionless mint-haired girl in the corner, head down on the table, mug seemingly untouched. Her smile only widened as she approached, a naughtiness spiraling upwards from her stomach. Sliding into the seat across from the woman, Vinyl gently placed the mug down and leaned back, crossing her arms behind her head. The blue-striped girl's booted feet lifted up to rap loudly on the table support, a sinister smile stretching across her face.

"I swear to Celestia, if you do not stop that incessant tapping, I'm going to throw you through the friggin' window."

Vinyl smiled evilly at the mint-and-white-stripe haired girl just across from her, but dutifully ceased her movement. The two-tone girl took a sip from the large mug that sat before her, the large rim muffling the amused chuckle that threatened to escape. Placing the mug back down, the DJ brought down her other arm and leaned across the table at her oldest friend, her left hand going up to roughly tap the woman's upper arm.

"B have you up to the wee hours again last night?"

Irritated, bloodshot golden eyes suddenly lifted to stare hard at the DJ.

"Yes, with a cold. I told you I couldn't make the trip to New York today. Really, I don't know why you drug me out here."

Vinyl snorted as she drank her cocoa, the hot liquid almost burning her as the laugh caught her by surprise.

"Oh, please, Lyra. What does Bonbon crave when she's sick? Sweets. Chocolaty, Donut Joe donuts. I figured I could at least see you today before I take the long trek to New York. Is that so hard?"

Lyra half smiled at the mention of her girlfriend and her quirky habits, instead choosing to focus her sleep-hangover grumpiness on the DJ. After a long moment, Lyra sighed and leaned forward, her hands moving up to tangle in her hair in an attempt to massage the throbbing exhaustion away.

"Okay, V. You're right. But shouldn't I be heading back soon? B's already a pain, I don't need to make her wait, too."

"I just wanted to see my best girl for some coffee, is that such a crime?"

Suspicious, Lyra narrowed her eyes at the jockey.

"Right, Vinyl. And Joe's a ballet dancer. What's up? Seriously."

Vinyl smiled before lifting her cup in cheers before finishing it in one swig. Once finished, she slammed the mug down and sighed in delight. Her tongue swept over the chocolate mustache, the silver ball of her tongue ring catching the liquid with a sensual swirl. Though her eyes were hidden, Lyra still grimaced, knowing well the look she was receiving.

"C'mon, V!"

Vinyl held up her finger for a moment, waiting. The bell on the door suddenly chimed, signaling another customer's arrival. Pleased, Vinyl whipped her head around, sunglassed focus zeroing in on the brown-haired new arrival. The woman in question regarded the blue-streaked woman with a warm smile, nodding to her before approaching the counter. Once finished with her order, she made a beeline for the other women, elated smile erupting from full lips.

"Morning, girls."

Lyra smiled at the newcomer before pinning Vinyl with a knowing look.

"Hey, Brass. You want to tell me what's buggin' Scratch here?"

The lyrist stood and wrapped her arms briefly around the musician before finally releasing her.

"I couldn't tell you, Heart, I'm not her keeper."

The still seated Vinyl brought a chair out for their friend, allowing her to plop down in her excitement. The woman shifted her violet-hued eyes to Vinyl, hand reaching up to squeeze the DJ's.

"What's up, Scratch? You're fidgety."

Lyra shook her head, the sleep-related migraine receding slightly as she continued to stare expectantly at the DJ. The red-eyed jockey grinned before picking up her empty mug, eyes casually focused on the small amount of cocoa still swirling along the inner rim.

"Nothing's up, would you guys stop being so paranoid?"

Lyra scoffed, body shifting closer to Beauty to better stare at Vinyl.

"She's lying, Brass. Something's up."

A deep sigh came from the sousaphonist, causing Vinyl to turn her head downward toward the table. A frown crept up on the lyrist's face at the silent revelation however, a nagging worry building in the back of her chest. Reaching out, the lyrist plucked the heavy mug from the jockey's slack grip before threading their fingers together. Vinyl clenched her jaw and removed her glasses with her free hand, carmine eyes flicking up to lock on patient gold.

"Spit it out, Vinyl. What's wrong?"

Flushed, Vinyl shrugged, earning her a sudden, cross-table hug from the lyrist. Beauty, from her position beside them, offered a soothing smile to the quiet jockey. Releasing the blue-haired woman from her hug, Lyra leaned back before again snatching up the hands of her old friend, eyes glowing with worry.

"Come on, Pon. Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

Brass smiled and nodded before leaning closely to the deflecting DJ. Vinyl switched her focus between the two women, lips pursing as she thought. With a shrug, she trained her eyes on Lyra, though she still remained silent. Sensing the pending words, Lyra again squeezed the fingers still in her grasp. Brass, too, leaned forward, hand going up to casually rub the jockey's forearm in a comforting manner. Vinyl chuckled and drew away from the contact, fingers moving upward to slip her glasses back over her eyes.

Annoyed, Lyra snatched the glasses off the rarely stoic face, mint eyebrows pressing together on her forehead.

"Is this about Octavia?"

The jockey's right eye twitched at the response, automatically answering the question. Beauty sighed before leaning toward the DJ.

"What happened? Are you guys okay?"

Vinyl rubbed her palms along the tops of her jeans, an instant tell of her emotional state. Lyra leaned forward further, golden eyes swimming with confusion.

"Talk to me, V, tell me what's going on."

Releasing a painful sigh, Vinyl lifted her eyes to connect with Lyra's understanding gaze, the jockey's red orbs silently communicating her inner fear.

"I don't know... Octavia hasn't talked to me in a while... I asked Symph if I did something to upset her, and doesn't seem to think so, but she also said Octavia's been acting strangely. It's probably nothing, but I can't shake the feeling. It's been nagging me for days."

Lyra clicked her tongue before squeezing the jockey's hands.

"Was the thing last week the last time you talked to her?"

"Yeah, of course. Did she seem off to any of you? Brass? You've spent more time with her than the both of us, was she different that night?"

Beauty thought for a moment, the player's small hands lifting to thread carefully through her brown hair. After a second, she shrugged and smiled gently at the jockey.

"No. She was fine. Better than fine, I've never seen her so happy before. You guys seemed to have gotten along so well. Even Parish noticed that Octavia had a certain glow about her that night. So whatever happened must have happened after she was already home."

"Symphony told me that Octavia had gotten some news from her mom, but she didn't give any details. I'm wondering if that has something to do with it."

Lyra, who had been silently listening, scoffed at the words.

"We all know that hag: Virtuosa 'I'll Fuck Your Whole Day Up' Cash, the lady with a personal vendetta against anything with a pulse."

The three nodded their heads in agreement, the jockey the first to break the silence.

"I just can't help thinking that Octavia's avoiding me. It's probably my paranoia, but I haven't been able to shake it."

Lyra sighed before leaving her seat to stand beside the DJ. Looking down at her lifelong friend, she ran a soothing hand through the wild blue hair.

"I'm sure you guys will be fine. Talk to her tonight, after the show. Don't you guys have to go soon?"

Beauty nodded and moved her seat back to stand.

"Yeah, we do, actually. Parish called me this morning and told me that the new venue was beautiful and that he was beyond excited to be in New York again."

"Symph told me the same thing when she called me yesterday, after she spent the day in the city. I'm glad everyone's happy."

The three women stood and moved to leave the shop, Vinyl tossing a kind wave to the man behind the counter. As they stood outside the shop, Lyra approached the DJ and wrapped her in a firm hug, arms tightly encircling the thin waist.

"I love you, dumbass. Don't fret over Octavia just yet, I'm sure it's nothing."

Laughing out loud, she gratefully returned the hug before eventually breaking apart.

"I know it's probably nothing, but I just... I don't know. I worry."

Lyra wrinkled her nose as she smiled before punching the DJ in the arm.

"You're just smitten with your sexy cellist girlfriend and don't know how to deal with being apart from her."

"Speak for yourself, whippin' girl."

Exchanging playful swats, Lyra finally sighed before wrapping Vinyl and Beauty in a fierce hug. The mint-haired lyrist slid the violet lenses back on the jockey's forehead and grinned before stepping away from the women. She waved down a passing cab and approached as it came to a stop beside the curb. Before sliding in the backseat, she pinned both players with a knowing look.

"Be careful tonight. And say 'Hi' to your people for me. Catch you later, girls."

Vinyl watched the lyrist go before waving down another cab. Turning to Brass, she smiled and opened the door for her.

"After you."

Vinyl smoothed the lapels of her jacket as she stood in front of the mirror, eyes scanning her appearance for any blemishes. The door behind her opened, admitting a beautifully dressed Brass into their shared hotel suite. Smiling at the jockey, the sousaphonist sat on the edge of one bed and slipped into her heels. Standing, she approached the DJ and nodded at her appearance, fingers absently shifting to straighten the jockey's white bowtie. Sharing a silly moment, the two grinning musicians headed toward the door and down the hall before crossing the lobby and approached their waiting cab. Once inside, Beauty focused on the DJ's still profile, violet eyes warming at the sight of her.

"Don't worry about Octavia, Scratch. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."

Vinyl merely nodded before refocusing on the colorful buildings as they passed through the theatre district. Pulling up outside the intended Hall, both women smiled widely before climbing out of the cab. Vinyl offered her elbow to the sousaphonist as she took it with a theatrical air, a tender smile crossing her lips as they approached the monumental building. Pushing past a small army of people, Brass tugged Vinyl toward their seats, just one row in from the front. Chuckling peacefully, Beauty settled in beside her night's date and smiled, absently elbowing the jockey as they settled in together.

After a time, the lights went down as the stage was illuminated, showing the many faces of the Orchestra as they sat patiently waiting. Beauty absently squeezed the DJ's hand as they focused on their friends. Concerto walked onto the stage, earning him a stirring round of applause, Noteworthy filing in just behind him. Bowing to the audience, the conductor turned to regard the small army of musicians, hands rising in dramatic flair. Counting in, he began the show.

Beauty and Vinyl sat in quiet adoration for the large ensemble, the music drawing them in as it was masterfully performed before them. Beauty focused mostly in the direction of Parish, the harpist towards the back behind Symphony's section of violins. Vinyl, however, kept her focus on the cellist as she sat at the very front of the stage, heading her large group of cello players. Occasionally the red-hued gaze would focus on the fiery redhead over and behind Octavia, her smug smile a souring aspect of the night.

The music drove over the audience in waves, the titillating effect almost awe-inspiring with its perfectly executed beauty. Vinyl's focus shifted back from Noteworthy as Octavia began her solo, the red eyes sparkling as she watched the woman perform. Closing her eyes as the cello piece continued, Vinyl sighed peacefully, mind shifting back to the very first time the woman performed for her alone.

A gentle nudging from Beauty broke the concentrated spell, however, as Vinyl slid her focus back to the grinning brass player. The performance continued without a hitch, and as the final piece wound down, Vinyl passed her eyes over toward Symphony and smiled, elated at her friends as they finished the piece.

As the last hums of music echoed around the amphitheatre, a loud burst of applause assaulted the players as they sat, perfectly placed in their formation on the stage. Noteworthy turned and bowed at the thunderous applause, hands arcing as he presented his Orchestra. All of the more than one hundred members stood in unison as the audience continued to applaud. Vinyl and Beauty stood beside the others in the crowd and cheered, Vinyl whistling loudly as the musicians bowed for a final time.

The people in the theatre began to slowly file out as the curtains drew and the lights returned. Vinyl and Beauty smiled and trickled past the people as they left, feet taking them toward the gathering group of friends and family that pooled just beside the stage. For long minutes, they sat together, talking quietly before the performers eventually filed out from behind the stage. Parish quickly appeared and drew Beauty into his arms, his enigmatic smile beaming brightly in the lights of the empty theatre. Symphony skirted around the people milling about before launching herself into Vinyl's arms, an excited giggle bursting free from the violinist.

"Oh, Vinyl, hi! How did we do?"

Chuckling, Vinyl placed the excited violinist back on her feet before clasping the woman's hands.

"It was amazing, truly. Your form was pretty excellent, Miss Principal."

Eyes glimmering, she quickly stole another hug from the two-tone DJ before turning her attention back to Beauty and Parish. The violinist's eyes focused on Stella as she attempted to talk to the equally astute Frederick, the white-haired pianist stern face even more irritated. Vinyl snorted, amused at the man's discomfort. The bright, carmine eyes of the DJ finally landed on the cellist she sought, hand squeezing Symphony's before breaking off to approach Octavia.

Squeezing between two bassoonists, Vinyl finally slid in beside the cellist, hand moving up to gently shove the woman's turned shoulder. Startling at the contact, Octavia whirled around, flashing an off-balanced smile to the DJ.

"Vinyl... hi. I didn't know you'd be here?"

Nodding, the jockey grinned at the cellist.

"Of course. Symphony practically threatened me. Amazing performance, Octavia. I'm really proud of you."

Octavia smirked briefly before turning a serious eye to the DJ.

"Thank you, Vinyl. It's very good to see you."

"Likewise. Are you coming with--"

"I'm sorry, Vinyl, but I'm not. I want to get back to the hotel and relax. We leave tomorrow afternoon for Baltimore, and it's quite a trip. Thank you for coming, good night."

Octavia bobbed her head before turning toward the backstage area and disappeared. Vinyl stood awkwardly for a moment, at a loss on how to react to the cellist's disparaging brush off. Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by a grating voice to her immediate left.

"Trouble in paradise, Scratch?"

Growling, Vinyl snapped her head to the side, red eyes flashing.

"Fuck off, Artois."

Turning back toward Symphony, the jockey pushed passed a group of players before grabbing the violinist's hand and led her up the long center aisle, Parish and Beauty in tow. Once outside, Symphony turned a serious eye to the rattled jockey.

"What's the matter, Vinyl?"

"Nothing. Artois. And Octavia totally brushed me off. I'm really trying to be mature about this, but I don't remember doing anything to piss her off. I don't handle rejection--"

Symphony waved her hands before placing them on either of Vinyl's forearms in an attempt to quell the building despair the jockey tried so desperately to ignore. Beauty and Parish walked a few steps away to give the two women privacy. Once she settled the jockey's inept stuttering, Symphony shifted her hands to cup the spinner's obviously distraught face.

"Calm down, hun. Octavia probably is just tired like the rest of us. I'll talk to her tonight and see what is up. Octavia's really getting under your skin, huh?"

It was more of a statement than a question, and the glaring agony in the red eyes was already offering an answer. Frowning, the violinist pulled the DJ into a firm hug, mouth hovering just beside her ear.

"Hey, hey. Calm down, Vinyl. It's not like you to get so easily rattled. Stop worrying about nothing, okay? It's not good for you."

Vinyl sighed heavily before relaxing in the familiar embrace.

"You know how I can be, Strings. I just really don't get why she's so weird with me all of a sudden. It kinda hurts."

Pulling back from the embrace, Symphony studied the open face of her favorite jockey. Smile assured, she squeezed the arms still around her waist and wrinkled her nose at the musician.

"Everything will be fine. But for now, let's go annihilate New York."

It was hours later that Symphony staggered into her hotel room, a fit of giggles spiraling around her as she fumbled through the dark. The light suddenly clicked on, further off-balancing the inebriated violinist, causing her to stumble against the bed before sliding dramatically to the floor. Octavia peeked over the edge of her own bed, sleep-tousled black hair falling around her like a dark halo. Symphony opened her eyes and laughed up at the less than amused cellist, her flushed face darkening as she laughed.

Octavia sighed and slid out of her bed to approach the happily giggling Symphony before kneeling down on the floor beside her. Grabbing one arm, the cellist attempted to heft the woman to her feet, but got her only as far as the edge of the still made bed. Steadying the drunken Symphony, Octavia paused a moment to look hard at her friend.

"How much did you have to drink?"

Giggling, she casually swung her arms around the cellist's neck and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. Humming happily, Symphony purred in her ear as she spoke.

"I lost count after five... or... six?... shots. Oh oh oh, I had the best drink ever. S'called the Blue Lagoon."

Bobbing her head, Octavia grunted in acknowledgement before casting her eyes toward the alarm clock on the bedside table. 3:28. Groaning, she pinned the violinist with an irritated glare.

"How did you get up here on your own?"

"Vi...nyl brought me."

Grimacing at the admittance, Octavia stood in front of the seated lavender-haired player, mulberry eyes squeezing shut in annoyance. After a moment, Octavia bent to help remove the player's suit coat and shoes before stripping off the vest and pants. Leaving the strings player in just her collared shirt and underwear, Octavia left to retrieve the trashcan from the bathroom and placed it next to the bed.

"Symphony, you need to get some sleep."

Mumbling, Symphony stood on unsteady legs before stripping off the shirt and stumbled around the bed toward her suitcase. Digging through it, she pulled out an overly large bed shirt before slipping over her head. Standing again, she headed back towards the beds and settled into Octavia's previous sleeping place, earning a disgruntled groan from the raven-haired cellist. Symphony cracked open a bloodshot eye and smiled, hand roughly patting the bed beside her. Too tired to argue, Octavia shuffled around to the far side of the bed and climbed in, attempting to settle once more.

Symphony began to hum, a common sign of thought to the drunken woman. Sighing heavily, Octavia rolled on her side and propped herself up on an elbow, amethyst eyes focusing on the player.

"What's on your mind, Symphony?"

"Why aren't you talking to Vinyl?"

Octavia whined out a groan, eyes slipping closed as she absently rubbed at her forehead.

"Symphony, we've been over this. I've been preoccupied lately."

"I saw you tonight. You blew her off. Why? What's wrong?"

Octavia hated Symphony when she was drinking. She always led them into dangerous territory, and the lavender-haired woman was impressively insightful when she was obliterated. Snorting through her nose, Octavia looked down at the patiently waiting Symphony.

"I'm just tired--"

"Yer making excuses."

Moving her hand to rub at her eyes, she chanced a look at the strings player. She laid comfortably, hair fanned out below her. Her cheeks were pink and glowing, but the teal eyes were surprisingly clear; Octavia knew that denying the fact she had virtually blown off the DJ was clearly pointless.

"It's just... complicated."

"S'not complicated. The news from your ma... was about V, wasn't it?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Hunch."

Symphony closed her eyes and murmured aloud, however unintelligible. Octavia sighed and laid down beside her friend, mind spinning with various thoughts. Confusion surfaced most prominently, already adding to the growing unease that had taken root in her stomach almost two weeks ago. The violinist's scratchy voice suddenly shattered her train of thought, all her focus zeroing in on the words currently passing over her.

"Vinyl's upset that you're mad at her. She's a big softy, my Vinyl. And whatever your ma said 'bout her... is prolly a lie."

"You don't understand, Symphony..."

"I think you're being a bit of a bi-tch. Talk to her 'bout whatever's botherin' ya. Amazing what could happen."

Turning a surprised look to the mostly asleep violinist, Octavia remained quiet, determined to let the girl finally fall into slumber. And not long after, her fellow strings player was asleep, leaving her to her broken and scattered thoughts in peace.

She had read the police report. Her vision of Vinyl was now warped, and if she were honest with herself, she felt wholly uncomfortable around the jockey and her destructive past. Rolling away from the now snoring Symphony, Octavia focused on the wall, her jumbled thoughts rumbling through her head as she attempted to sort through them. A definitive thought came through at the end though, the words bouncing a resounding presence inside her mind. Releasing a low whine, Octavia pulled a pillow over her head and held back a sob that attempted to escape.

Vinyl Scratch had lied to her about that night in the Harwan.

Author's Notes:

I really dislike slow moving chapters, and I wholeheartedly wish my chapters could just be like... 10,000 words. But I don't have time for that. You guys know the drill, forgive my mistakes and any spacing issues. Hopefully more will be fitted into the next chapter. Have patience! ENJOY. Happy Saturday!

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The applause was thundering; the wave of noise escalated as the people before her lifted to their feet, a dissonance of mingling voices and extravagant cheers assaulting her senses as she and the massive unit left their chairs for a final bow. As the curtains closed, mulberry eyes blinked closed, dark eyebrows drawing wistfully as the sensation washed over her before she felt hands at her shoulders, excited cheers reaching deaf ears as her section members joyously congratulated the team on their final, stellar performance. She smiled, the light not quite reaching her eyes as the players swarmed her, needless chatter escaping the small group as they stood huddled together against a backdrop of similar scenarios.

Violet eyes flicked up and focused on an oddly smirking redhead as she stood at the edge of the curtains, blue eyes shimmering with an indistinguishable emotion before she melted into the shadows and disappeared, polished cello in hand. Octavia felt a crippling dread settle hotly in her stomach before she swallowed the discomfort, focus sliding over toward the massive team of violinists as they started to clear the stage. Symphony stood tall, teal eyes watching over the cellist carefully, guarded vision unwavering from the rattled player. Octavia cleared her own group of ecstatic players and approached the violinist, lashes fluttering as she closed the distance between them.

Stopping just before the wanton musician, Octavia clenched and unclenched her jaw before slowly reaching for the limp hand that hung by the violinist's side. Lips pursing, Symphony gazed evenly at the cellist, eyebrow inching just slightly upward. Opening her mouth to speak, Octavia offered a small smile before suppressing a shudder that threatened to spider across her skin.

"Can we talk? Please."

The words were simple, though the emotions behind them were anything but. Symphony narrowed her eyes but nodded slightly before leading the cellist toward the side of the stage. Both women silently packed up their instruments before filing directly forward and toward the doors. Noteworthy stood just behind them, booming voice offering words of enlightenment and encouragement, the silky voice incensed with utter pride in his players and their empowered playing on their long journey. Symphony tugged her fellow strings player toward a side wall and leaned against it, violin hanging loosely in her grasp. Octavia, too, leaned backward, large case resting gently against the polished wood floor, two sets of eyes watching with mild interest as the full faction of musicians filtered out the side doors.

Few stragglers remained before the two women pushed up from the wall and headed toward the double doors, easily falling in step as they were removed from the comfort of the venue. Shoes crunching on the asphalt of the parking lot, Symphony breathed out a puff of warm steam against the chilly, northern air, teal eyes focusing on the bus as they approached. A voice from behind them stopped the violinist in her tracks, a sudden burst of heat whipping up from her stomach to settle hotly in her chest. Octavia turned first, placid mulberry eyes igniting as she regarded the woman behind her.

"You've a lot of nerve showing up here--"

The words died on her tongue, quelled by the intensity in the brown eyes that stared, unabashedly, at the violinist. Symphony stood, rigid, back still to the enigmatic presence. The driver of the bus approached and nodded to the lavender-haired musician before carefully taking the hardcase from her harsh grip. Her bare hands, licked painfully by the bitter cold, clenched before she turned suddenly, fiery teal eyes zeroing in on the body that stood just steps away, shoulders drooped in defeat. Octavia inhaled sharply as she felt the electricity pass between the two, her own eyes dropping as she side-stepped toward the man that held his hand out for her instrument.

Octavia turned back and took a half-step toward the still-rigid Symphony, her own numb fingers lifting carefully to drop gently on a squared shoulder. The violinist stepped forward and away from the touch, orbs trained on the clearly submissive woman that still waited to be acknowledged. Slitting her eyes, Symphony again stepped forward, breath escaping in ragged bursts as she attempted to control the embattled emotions powering through her chest. A smile, small and tentative, greeted the violinist, though the eyes of the woman captured a harrowing sadness that seemed to be etched within her very soul itself.

Nodding carefully, the familiar figure took a half step forward, hands flexing absently at her sides.

"Hello, Symphony."

Teal eyes blinked closed as the normally soothing voice carefully crafted her name into a sweet caress, lasting only moments before the bitter reality of their final meeting came crashing down upon her shoulders, instantly igniting a long buried pain from deep within her. Almost at a snarl, Symphony practically ground out the name she promised herself she would never utter again.

"Spitfire."

Octavia hovered, unsure, just behind the violinist, torn between tugging the woman away and crashing between them and screaming at the Wonderbolts' Captain for even thinking about hurting her friend. Spitfire cleared her throat before focusing her bright brown eyes on the infuriated violinist just before her.

"I came to see you... Can we talk?"

Almost feeding the fire burning in her gut, Octavia stepped up beside Symphony, eyes flashing in the low light of the moon hanging heavy above them.

"You most certainly cannot--"

Symphony held her hand up, effectively silencing the venomous words before they could escape. Eyes trained on the flyer, Symphony spoke softly.

"I'll see you back at the hotel, Octavia."

Silenced, the cellist turned toward her friend, amethyst eyes swirling with blatant shock.

"You can't be--"

Finally tearing her eyes from the Captain, Symphony turned and nodded, eyes offering no room for argument.

"Go."

Swallowing gently, Octavia merely nodded before tossing a spiteful look to the flame-haired woman before finally turning to board the still-waiting bus. From her seat at the window, the raven-haired player watched sharply as the smartly-dressed Wonderbolt followed just behind Symphony; Octavia closed her eyes, an unknown sensation fluttering up from her belly.

Symphony quietly entered the hotel room hours later, suit jacket casually tossed over the crook of one elbow. The light was still on, alerting her to the fact that the cellist had stubbornly awaited her return. Passing through the small entry way, Symphony came into the room, teal eyes trained on the other player as she sat, curled up in bed, eyes glassy with thought. Mulberry eyes snapped up and focused on the violinist, a silent moment stretching between them as they regarded one another. Octavia carefully studied the other woman's demeanor, conflicted over how relaxed she seemed to be, considering her previous company.

Clearing her throat, Symphony edged toward her bed and tossed the jacket carelessly across the foot before lifting her fingers to begin undoing the buttons to her undershirt. Leaving the shirt on but open, the violinist sat at the edge of her bed and unlaced her shoes before absently kicking them off and stood once more, hands moving to run slowly down her face. Octavia, from her position just to the side of the strings player, coughed gently, drawing the sight of her friend. Holding the guarded gaze, Octavia frowned.

"So are the two of you back together now?"

Symphony sighed before shrugging out of her shirt and threw it to lie across her suit coat, body shifting around to center on the other woman. Mulberry eyes casually scanned the new, soft bruising on the violinist's body, eyes staring unwavering at the large mark just above the flag of the reverse purple eighth note that adorned the violinist's hip. Flicking her eyes back up, the cellist frowned and tossed the pillow that had been curled into her arms onto the bed before standing to face her companion.

Symphony pinned her with an intense look, teal eyes dancing with a menagerie of emotions, each one swirling dangerously in the dark orbs.

"We worked some things out, yes."

"So that's just it? She hurts you, leaves for months, and now you're just fine?"

Symphony scoffed and turned toward her suitcase before rifling through it for clothes to change into. Snatching a towel, she pivoted to glare at the cellist.

"You know, Octavia, I don't need-- I'm getting a shower and then I'm going to bed."

She headed toward the room but faltered as Octavia's own ire festered in her words.

"We're not finished."

Pausing, she half turned her face before shaking her head and entered the room, sure to slam the door for effect. Octavia grumbled before plopping back down on her bed, brows drawn tight on her forehead. She crossed her arms and settled on the edge of the bed to wait, foot bobbing absently as a foreign anger continued its rampant stampede through her head. Eventually, she heard the water shut off, and not long after, a dressed and irritated Symphony waltzed back into the room. Throwing a mild scowl toward the cellist, she launched the towel toward a chair in the room before spinning back around, hands at her hips.

"Are you really going to be a bitch about this? Last I checked, Spitfire was my problem."

Octavia pushed to her feet and closed the distance between them, suddenly toe to toe with the strings player.

"It becomes my business when I have to pick up my heartbroken friend from a very dark place. Spitfire kissed Fleetfoot, didn't talk to you about it, left for months, and didn't speak to you the whole time she was gone. So yes, excuse me for being irritated that you'd so easily fall back into things with her after what she did to you."

Symphony curled her tongue over her top lip before shaking her head, teal eyes softening slightly at the words as they tumbled out. Still, she shook off the feeling and stared solely at her friend as they stood facing one another.

"You know, sometimes when you love someone, you're willing to forgive more than you ever thought possible."

Her voice was barely a whisper, tempered by a wistful remembrance and still lingering feeling of completion from just a few hours prior. Octavia shook her head and turned to begin pacing as her mind began to race. A deep frown stretched across her face before she shifted to half-look at the violinist.

"You're still in love with her... even after all she's done?"

Symphony smiled, a light sparkling in her teal eyes as she walked over to the cellist.

"Yeah. We talked when we got back to the hotel. Screamed at each other, actually. For a while. I wanted nothing more than to beat her into oblivion for being such an arrogant asshole. But in all that screaming, somehow we found the words we needed to say, needed to hear. She cried. She bared everything, opened herself up to me, to choose whatever path was best for me. I floated there for a moment, but then I realized that things are better with Spitfire than without her. So I let it go."

"...just like that?"

"That's love, Melody. Forgiving and forgetting. Growing, changing-- It's all about how you come through it all that defines you. Nobody on this planet it perfect."

The words echoed through the cellist as she stood, jaw slack at the easy simplicity of the words. An uneasiness festered deep within her, a pulsing agony crashing over her as a jumbled mass of thoughts spiraled through her conflicted brain. Symphony narrowed her eyes as she watched the cellist's face change so suddenly, a familiar unhappiness filtering through her psyche as she recalled her earlier promise.

"Okay, Octavia. You said you wanted to talk to me tonight... What about? How you've been treating Vinyl? Because I'd really like to talk about that."

The cellist's face morphed instantly at the presumptuous words, a strange, white-hot anger exploding across her synapses.

"Would you get off this subject? I told you before--"

"Yeah, that you're just fine. Then how come you're being such a bitch? I saw the two of you that night in New York three weeks ago, you were almost like ice. That's not you."

Crossing her arms across her chest, Octavia practically hissed at her fellow strings player.

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you believe, Symphony."

Tilting her head, Symphony frowned deeply before pursing her lips and stepped forward.

"I do know you. And you've been acting off for this whole damn trip, and even the week before. Something happened, and that something has to do with Vinyl. Now what aren't you telling me?"

The mumbled words caught in her throat as Octavia made a quick dash for her bag. Clawing through it, she produced a nondescript manila folder and angrily tossed it on her bed. Symphony looked at the object before looking back up at Octavia, teal eyes swimming with irritation. Octavia took two steps forward as she pointed at the folder, amethyst eyes almost black with a crippling displeasure.

"When were either one of you going to tell me that Vinyl is basically a violent criminal?"

Symphony reacted to the words, eyebrows spiking in instant concern.

"What the hell are you talking about, violent--"

She was cut off as the cellist hefted the folder and thrust it into the violinist's hands. Grunting, the lavender-haired player dropped her eyes to the folder and opened it, instantly greeted by a familiar mugshot. Vision blurring as an innate fury started to erupt in her stomach, she casually flipped through the pages in the folder, face warping further the more she continued. Once finished, Symphony slammed the folder back onto the bed and focused her sights on the equally enraged cellist, head shaking in disbelief.

"You've been avoiding Vinyl because of this bullshit fucking police report? Really?"

"Bullshit?? Look at it! It's dated and stamped with the Canterlot Police badge, how can you even pretend that this isn't a very real thing?"

"Because it's a goddamn lie!"

Octavia scooped up the folder and thumbed through it before extracting the mugshot. Snapping it at the violinist, she scowled harshly, teeth gnashing together.

"Look at this picture. You mean to tell me that she didn't get into a fight with those men? That the bruises on her knuckles aren't from pummeling a woman for calling her a dyke? That the damn bandages on her hand aren't from assaulting someone while in a drunken, drug-induced stupor? You and I must be looking at a different photograph."

Symphony tore the picture from her hands before tossing it angrily over her shoulder.

"She got into a fight that night, but this picture is from her fight with Spitfire! Are you really trying to preach this ridiculousness to me? I know Vinyl, I've been with Vinyl for many, many years, and she never once got into any sort of fight that this report dictates. It's a fucking forgery."

"Stop protecting her. I read this report! I know what I know, Symphony. You don't need to keep up the charade any longer. She lied to me, plain and simple. About that night, about school, about herself. Everything. I don't need that in my life! So yes, I brushed her off. She can't take a damn hint as it is!"

The lavender-haired player growled as her hands began to flex at her sides, barely controlling her urge to scream at the cellist. Octavia clicked her tongue before again approaching her bag. Pulling out what she sought, she spun before casually tossing the object at the violinist. Once caught, Symphony passed her eyes downward, jaw tightening as she read the front cover. Octavia stood stock still, foot tapping as she chewed her bottom lip.

"My father stopped this story from running. It would have ruined my life, my career. I will not be seen as some abomination like this... with her. And because of Vinyl and her less than stellar past, I now have Stella Artois breathing down my neck every second, waiting for me to slip up and give her something to upstage me and claim my seat. I don't need someone like her destroying everything I've worked for."

Tossing the magazine on the bed, Symphony exhaled sharply before licking her lips.

"Abomination? Fuck you, Octavia."

Symphony flexed her fists, far beyond any normal level of manageable rage. She breathed slowly out her nose as she attempted to combat the violent fury that threatened to spill forth. She opened her mouth to speak again before Octavia cut her off.

"You're the 'Strings player' that Vinyl dated, aren't you?"

A curt nod was the only response. An uncomfortable silence stretched between them for long minutes before Octavia scoffed and tossed her hand up at the woman.

"I can't even believe this. You're just the same as she is. A liar. A manipulator. What, did you just think that I would go along with this forever? My mother was correct in her assumption about Vinyl. I should have listened to her when I had the chance, maybe then I wouldn't be in such an uncomfortable place. I mean, that... thing got so close to me so quickly."

Symphony finally broke, a stream of curse words escaping her as she barely controlled the urge to physically attack the cellist.

"I cannot even believe you're fucking saying this garbage. But fine. You want to be in your own little bubble of skewed reality, do whatever you feel is necessary."

Symphony finally broke contact and turned, bending to collect her things. Octavia grumbled behind her, mulberry eyes never leaving the violinist as she quickly packed her bags. Gathering both large cases, she walked toward the door before stopping just short. Digging through the purse on her elbow, she pulled out the card key and tossed it on the side table. Pinning the cellist with a poignant stare, she shook her head.

"The only one damaging your career is you, at this point. Without Vinyl, you'd still be at home, complaining about a simple party girl from the plains forcing you to play the Pokey. You're just lying to your fucking self, Octavia. If you really believed half of what the fuck you just spewed at me, you wouldn't have that look on your goddamn face. I'll see you back in Canterlot, four days from now, when I'm forced to share the stage with a bitch like you in the name of Camille Violoncelle. Good night."

Symphony quickly exited, half-slamming the door behind her. Octavia burst into tears in that moment, a dark agony filling her chest as bitter confusion spiraled out of control. She curled up in the bed and cried herself to sleep, lights blazing.

Vinyl absently wrung her hands, feet anxiously pacing the wooden floor of the apartment. Spitfire, from her sprawled position on the couch, lifted her head to regard the nervous jockey.

"Hey, Pon, would you sit the hell down? Symph'll be ready in a minute and then we can all get going. You'll do fine tonight."

Vinyl flashed a quick smile before dropping back into her thoughts. Symphony entered the room a moment later, dressed in the familiar performance suit, offset by a purple tie instead of the traditional black. Offering a small smile to the fidgety DJ, Symphony moved forward to wrap the woman in a hug.

"Relax, Vinyl. You'll be perfect."

Pulling away, she straightened the jockey's suit coat and fluffed the emerald bowtie before holding her hand out for Spitfire, eyes never leaving the two-tone spinner.

"Let's head out."

The trio headed down toward the waiting limo before slipping quickly inside. The trip to the Castle was short and silent, each woman lost in her thoughts as they moved. Pulling up outside the mighty structure, Vinyl exited the backseat and waited patiently for the two to join her. Once inside, Symphony quickly kissed Spitfire before breaking apart to prepare herself for her performance. Vinyl smiled after the violinist before jerking her head toward the large doorway that led to the main hall.

Slipping past a group of milling debutantes, the two women approached their table. Record lifted steely gray eyes as the two women approached, face brightening with a pearly smile. Standing, he drew the two-tone DJ into a quick hug before firmly shaking hands with the Captain. Once settled, the tall man pinned the newcomers with a mischievous smile.

"Good evening, girls. How are you both doing?"

Spit leaned back in her chair and smirked before gently elbowing the jockey.

"I'm good, Rec. Glad to finally be home and back under Symph's scrutiny."

He smiled knowingly before regarding the quiet DJ.

"And how are you, Vinyl?"

"Good. Nervous. Irritated. Freaking out? I wish I could have found a goddamn replacement, but it was too late. And besides, I'm not immature enough to fire a cellist three days before the show because she said mean things about me."

Record's smile faltered as he tugged anxiously at his bowtie, eyebrows wrinkling his forehead.

"Hey, c'mon, kiddo. Don't let her ruin this, not tonight. Not when you're honoring Miss Violoncelle herself."

She smiled at the mention of Camille, carmine eyes dropping to the table as she picked absently at her napkin. Spitfire leaned forward and clasped a hand on the jockey's shoulder, brown eyes glowing with silent understanding. A familiar, chipper voice reached them in that moment, three pairs of eyes swiveling to focus on the sound; Vinyl smiled and stood as the pink-haired girl launched into her arms. Once Pinkie was placed back on her feet, the jockey turned her attention back to the five women that trailed, smile glowing.

"Hello, ladies. Thank you so much for coming."

Rarity sidled up to the jockey and pulled her in for a firm hug before pulling away.

"Oh, darling, we wouldn't miss it for the world."

Vinyl hugged each of the girls before leading them to their seats at the table just beside her own, a chorus of laughs echoing from the women as they talked. Dash pitched forward, arms crossing on the table as she leaned in.

"So you and the cellist get together yet or what?"

Crimson eyes darkened instantly at the mention of the woman, blue eyebrows bunching painfully on her forehead. Dash sat back at the reaction, cerise eyes shimmering with pained confusion. Flashing an unsteady smile, Vinyl flicked her eyes around the table at the women before clearing her throat.

"I don't talk much with Octavia these days."

Fluttershy frowned before cooing softly, small hand lifting to wrap around Vinyl's forearm as she leaned into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Vinyl."

Half-shrugging, she smiled down at the meek girl before patting the hand planted firmly on her arm.

"Not a big deal. Well, actually... Anyway. Seriously, thanks for coming, guys. It means a lot to me."

Twilight offered a sad smile as she nodded.

"Nothing was stopping us from coming."

Applejack bobbed her head in agreement as she leaned back in her seat, arm moving up to encircle Rarity's chair. The women sat chatting for a time before Vinyl excused herself back to her own table. Lyra and Bonbon entered the massive hall not long after and made quick work of the audience before reaching their table. Bonbon slid into the empty chair beside Record, soft smile etched across her face. Lyra bent to wrap her arms around the emotionally tense Vinyl, the familiar touch drawing a violent shudder as the jockey lifted her hands to grasp at the arms. Lyra then sat down in the seat between Bonbon and Vinyl before grabbing the jockey's limp hand and threaded their fingers together.

With her free hand, Vinyl slid her glasses over her eyes and leaned toward the lyrist, a shaky breath escaping her as she settled. The hall began to fill up quickly as Record excused himself to make his rounds. Vinyl collapsed in her seat, the stress beginning to take hold. Beauty Brass quietly approached and offered a friendly squeeze to the jockey before she took her place beside the Wonderbolts' Captain. The flame-haired pilot leaned back and wrapped her arm around the jockey's chair, light brown eyes offering sympathy to the quiet musician.

Symphony entered the preparation area, face neutral as she scanned the few faces before stepping forward. Staff Notation, a young violinist recently added to the Orchestra's roster, smiled and approached his section leader.

"Hello, Symphony. How are you this evening?"

"Fine, Staff, thank you. Are you nervous?"

"Nervous? Are you kidding? It's such an honor to perform at this event. I never got the chance to see Mademoiselle Violoncelle perform, but I've heard her music. It's simply awe-inspiring."

"Much agreed. Tell me, have you seen Octavia yet?"

"She came in just a few minutes ago, I think she's in the powder room. What happened between you two the other night?"

Symphony waved off the question before excusing herself to prep her violin. A shadowed door opened as the cellist reentered the room, her mulberry eyes darkened by a residual sadness. Noticing the violinist, she slowly approached.

"Symphony..."

Tossing a look over her shoulder, Symphony scoffed before adjusting a string on her violin. Not to be outdone, Octavia walked around the violinist and stood just before her, expression grave as she watched the other strings player. Parish, from just a few feet away, watched with guarded interest, his sharp emerald eyes flicking between the women as they stood in tense silence. Octavia cleared her throat, shoulders dropping just slightly.

"Symphony, can we talk for a minute? Please?"

Sighing deeply, the violinist carefully placed her instrument back in its case before grabbing the cellist's hand and led her off. Chancing a quick glance to Parish, Symphony nodded stiffly before disappearing out a side door. Once clear of the room, Octavia turned quickly, body trembling just slightly as she locked eyes with the agitated Symphony. Fighting back a strong wave of emotion, Octavia swallowed roughly.

"Symphony, I'm sorry."

"For what exactly?"

"For... I checked out the police report--"

"For Luna's sake, Octavia! You really were so dead set on that being the truth that you refused to believe both of us? You're a joke, you know--"

"Stop. I had to be sure. The report... it was a fake. I talked to the Officer that arrested both Vinyl and Spit that night. He confirmed that it was just a fight and that neither one of them pressed charges. The report and the photos are still part of records at the station. I just--"

"Just what? Wanted something so badly that you believed a bold-faced lie? Told to you by a notoriously manipulative woman that just so happens to be your mother? What did you gain from this, from hurting Vinyl? From hurting me? I hope it was worth it."

She moved to step around the cellist but was stopped by a firm hand on her upper arm. Quelling her boiling rage, Symphony turned back toward the raven-haired musician.

"Symphony... I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry. I just... I didn't know what to... I'm so lost and confused and it was just easier to--"

"It's easy to hurt someone, it protects that which you hold dear. You're so caught up in not getting hurt that you've gone and emotionally destroyed other people in your quest. For what? Look at you now. I told Vinyl what you said to Stella that day at practice. You don't have to worry about protecting yourself from her anymore."

Octavia began to shake violently, tears silently spilling forward. Releasing her hold on the violinist, she stood awkwardly, hands balling at her sides.

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

Shrugging, Symphony headed toward the door and turned the knob. Before pulling on the heavy door, she turned to regard Octavia once more.

"Clean yourself up. We have to be on stage in five minutes, get ready."

As the four musicians continued to play on the stage, the lights began to lower to a soft, ethereal glow. The many tables, lined with eager, yet respectful attendees quieted quickly as Record took the stage. Approaching the microphone, the tall man smiled towards the room, gray eyes swimming with emotion.

"Thank you all for coming this evening. I'm very proud to be up on this stage tonight as we honor the memory of my wife and of all those that have been touched by this disease. Camille Violoncelle was only 40 years young when she succumbed to an aggressive brain tumor... I've had the privilege of speaking with countless families changed forever by cancer's unforgiving hand. My daughter and I started this Foundation in honor of Camille and the millions of people affected by this disease. This year alone we've managed to raise over three million dollars, all in the name of finding an end to the suffering. Please, enjoy this evening and revel in the fact that, slowly, we are making a difference."

The massive group of people applauded the man as he gracefully exited the stage. The musicians still on the stage picked up their playing once again. Numerous others approached the stage for speeches or relations as the event moved smoothly along. Vinyl fidgeted in her seat, fingers absently playing with a fork as one of the Chairmen from the Board continued with his speech about their recent breakthroughs. Record, after reclaiming his seat, eventually focused his attention back on the jockey as she sat, surrounded, by her most passionate supporters. Leaning forward, he absently tugged the fork from her hand and clasped it firmly in his own. Smiling, he squeezed the chilled hand and chuckled.

"I'm so proud of you, Vinyl."

Flashing an uneven smile, the jockey's focus snapped to the stage as the soft music floated gently over her. Nodding her head, she extracted her hand and stood before weaving through the many tables and disappeared through a small, hidden door. Symphony and the remaining musicians ceased their playing and quietly exited the stage before a spotlight illuminated the stage. Octavia deftly made it back to her assigned table and sat down, hands still trembling as she fluffed her napkin and tucked it on her lap. Mulberry eyes watched, intrigued, as Parish quickly joined Beauty at her table. Scanning the other occupants of the table, Octavia passed over the empty seat between Lyra and Spitfire, knowing Vinyl had been the body in the seat.

Again scanning the table, she focused on the empty chair beside Spit, wondering where Symphony had gone after they vacated the stage. After the food was served, the large hall became filled with sounds of absent chatter and clinking silverware as the meal wound down before a resounding echo of footsteps bounced around the interior. All eyes slowly shifted toward the stage and the still empty spotlight as a familiar, suited body suddenly stepped into the circle of light. Octavia focused on the suit, eyes widening in wonder as she felt her body flush with emotion. Vinyl Scratch slowly approached the microphone, her normal black suit replaced by a perfectly tailored performance tuxedo, a trademark emerald bowtie wrapped snugly around her neck. Lifting a hand to her mouth, Octavia choked back a sob as she focused on the violet lenses of the DJ.

The lights came back up slowly as the spotlight dimmed just slightly, allowing the jockey to clear her throat. The audience sat quietly, watching in silent interest as the woman smiled gently.

"Good evening, everyone. I know some of you are still finishing your meal, but I'd like to take this time to say just a few words."

Taking a moment, Vinyl casually waited for a single player to settle on the stage behind her before turning her attention back to the audience.

"Most of you in this room have no idea who I am. Some of you may have seen me around town, and even fewer of you know my name. My name is Vinyl Scratch, and... Camille Violoncelle was my mother."

A collection of gasps reached the jockey as she removed her violet shades, the all too familiar crimson eyes suddenly in full view. Smiling sadly, she leaned into the microphone.

"I was 17 when my mom died, just a few days before I was to graduate with Honors from Lenoir's Academy. I have never... never felt a distinct sadness or emptiness before or since that moment when I watched her slip away those five years ago. I came up with this idea for a charity in her honor months after her passing. My dad-- you all know him, your own Mr. Record Scratch-- was elated at the idea. And so we did. And I've watched it grow into a real powerhouse for good. This year, our attendance numbers have blown last year clear out of the water."

A happy murmur tumbled through the crowd at the news, earning a quickly growing applause. Vinyl chuckled before waving her hand to settle the crowd.

"I really just want to thank all of you guys. Your devotion and dedication to both this charity and my mom's memory make it that much easier to get through missing her. I've never spoken at this event before, and I've always just watched from the wings... But recently, I've found my voice, and if it's okay with you all, I'd like to sing tonight. For my mom, for all those people that have lost a loved one... and for my dad."

A quiet round of applause gently urged the musician forward, their silent support spurring her confidence as she faded from the spotlight and approached the large piano sitting patiently on the stage. Cracking her knuckles, she began to play, the hidden strings player quietly waiting to be counted in at the right moment.

"Playground school bell rings again..."

Octavia fought hard to stop the strangled cry that threatened to spill forth as the jockey's infinitely sad voice poured over her.

"Rainclouds come to play... again..."

Octavia stifled yet another sob as Vinyl continued to sing, hands trembling violently as the tears kept coming.

"Has no one told you she's not breathing? Hello, I am your mind, giving you someone to talk to. Hello."

Symphony grasped Spitfire's hand as her own tears started to fall.

"If I smile and don't believe... soon I know I'll awake from this dream."

Record absently cleared his throat as Vinyl continued, eyes watering.

"Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken. Hello, I am the lie, living for you so you can hide. Don't cry."

The strings player was suddenly encased in soft light as she began her solo, large cello hiding the minute creature as she played. Octavia finally let the tears fall as she broke down, drawing concerned looks from her tablemates as she cried into her hands.

"Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping. Hello, I'm still here. All that's left of yesterday."

As Vinyl reached her high note, Lyra broke into her own fit of tears as she clung almost painfully to Bonbon's hand. Octavia merely covered her face with her napkin as she lost the fight against her already flowing tears, the white-hot streams burning her skin where they fell. As Vinyl finished the last few notes of her song, she released a shaky breath and settled behind the piano before casting a thankful look toward her young companion. The normally reserved elite suddenly began an uproarious applause, each member of the black-tie affair standing to passionately applaud the pianist. Standing on shaky legs, Vinyl motioned for the young cellist to come forward before they took a small bow.

Vinyl approached the microphone and absently sniffled, the subdued tears in her eyes clinging dangerously to full lashes as she smiled.

"Thank you, everyone. Enjoy the rest of the evening."

Exiting graciously, Vinyl quickly passed through the many tables and exited out a rear door. Octavia scrambled to her feet and followed, spurned by a burning need to comfort the musician. Symphony absently blew her nose as the tears continued to fall; Lyra cast a look over her shoulder, red-rimmed golden eyes looking carefully at the door before turning back toward the table.

Octavia slipped through the crowd, unnoticed, as she all but crashed through the door. Making a turn around a marbled corner, she stopped dead as she noticed Vinyl, hands flat against the wall as she struggled with the tears threatening to tear her apart. Spinning at the small noise, Vinyl whirled around, face instantly souring as she took in the sight of the cellist.

"I'm not in the fucking mood for you right now, Melody, back off."

Inhaling deeply, Octavia took a few steps forward before exhaling, a muffled sob escaping with her breath.

"Vinyl, I..."

"You what? You really want to come kick me while I'm down?"

"No, just the opposite. I--"

Vinyl growled and stood up straight, red eyes glowing with a soul-scorching bitterness.

"I don't give a damn what you have to say. I get that you just wanted to fucking get rid of me, but you could have done the adult thing and just fucking talked to me! I know what the hell you said to Artois, that I was just the best of a bad situation. Well, thanks, Melody. Glad I could get you off your ass and back into the fucking spotlight."

Octavia absently waved her hands, brain failing to articulate what her mouth so desperately needed to say. She sniffled and coughed back another whimper before she stepped closer to the DJ.

"Vinyl, I-I'm so--"

"Sorry? Fuck your apologies. Fuck your stupid cello and fuck your lame, meaningless words. I have never been more open with an almost perfect stranger than I was with you that night in the Harwan. The drugs, the booze, the emotional goddamn pain-- I shared everything with you because I trusted you, I thought you were different. You're just as closed-minded as everyone else. Yes, I'm a lesbian. I fuck women and I love it. I'm good at it. I'm sorry I'm not fucking perfect like you."

Octavia huffed out a breath and stepped up to Vinyl, amethyst eyes flashing behind the tears that still fell.

"I didn't follow you back here to get into a fight with you, I wanted to come the hell back here to explain--"

Vinyl ground her teeth together before pinning the woman with an icy stare.

"Explain why it was so easy for you to blow me the fuck off? To believe some bullshit lie fed to you by some snake of a fucking mother? She hates my guts because I could taint her little girl and because I simply exist. Be fucking honest for once in your goddamn life. That is, if you can find time in your shallow existence to actually care about somebody other than yourself."

Octavia closed the small space between them to stand almost nose to nose with the pianist, her emotional disillusions finally exploding into a mindless response.

"At least I have a mother!"

The words escaped before she could stop them, her hand instantly flying to her mouth in shock as the words sunk into Vinyl. Clenching her jaw, the jockey ignored the tears that suddenly fell, her crimson eyes turning over in pain. Octavia put her hands up and stepped toward Vinyl, mulberry eyes watering again as the tears fell harder.

"Vinyl, please, I didn't mean--"

"No. It's fine. You're right. Though at this point, I'd prefer to have my mother six feet under than be anything like yours. Enjoy your misery, Mel. You fucking earned it."

Turning, Vinyl stormed toward an exit and kicked the door, splintering it before she disappeared into the darkness. Octavia tangled her hands in her hair and slid to the floor, sobs breaking free from her chest as her cries renewed with vigor. Minutes later saw Symphony bursting through the doors, her teal eyes frantically searching. Finding the cellist instead of her intended target, she cautiously stepped toward the other woman.

Sensing a presence, Octavia snapped her head up, small cry escaping parted lips as she stared blankly at Symphony.

"Strings... I've made a terrible mistake."

Frowning, Symphony gathered the cellist by her arms and lifted her to her feet.

"What do you mean you made a mistake?"

Octavia shook her head violently, small sobs escaping as she stumbled, knees weak.

"I-I got into an argument with Vinyl and she stormed out of here. Oh, Celestia, I just wanted to talk to her, to comfort her! I didn't mean for this to happen. I wanted to apologize. I was wrong. So so wrong about everything."

"What the hell happened? Where is she? What did you say!?"

Octavia began to cry again in earnest, words caught in her throat as she began to shake. Symphony sat her back down and crouched before her, an intense worry building in her chest.

"What happened, Octavia?"

"We-we argued about my ignoring her a-and my naive want to believe even the most incredible of lies. And oh, she mentioned my sadistic mother, and I just... Oh, Symphony. I said 'At least I have a mother.'"

Symphony's mouth fell open in shock, teal eyes widening at the unfounded comment.

"You... what? You actually said those words to Vinyl? Tonight? Of all nights!?"

"Yes."

Symphony sprung to her feet and began to pace, hands tangling in the soft, lavender hair. Pinning the cellist with a wild look, she violently shook her head.

"Vinyl's in no emotional condition to have to deal with that extremely emotional performance and then you bursting back here all off-kilter and throwing the fact that she's motherless in her face. I'm so beyond furious with you, I could fucking scream!!"

"It was an accident! I wanted to come back here to try and fix this nonsense that I've caused, but she just kept harping on me for being soulless and self-centered and shallow and close-minded, that I just snapped. I've been under emotional stress, too! I'm sorry, I really am truly so damn sorry that I can't even stand myself right now."

Symphony cursed under her breath before extracting her phone. Quickly typing out a text, she sent it and waited impatiently, unbelieving teal eyes focused on the cellist while she waited. Footsteps soon greeted the women before three familiar faces came bursting into the hall. Lyra approached Symphony first, molten gold eyes focusing harshly on the violinist.

"What the hell happened?"

Symphony motioned to the emotionally unbalanced cellist as she continued to sit on the floor, eyes overflowing with hot tears. Shaking, the lyrist grasped the violinist's upper arms and gently shook her.

"What is it?"

Beauty and Parish suddenly crept through the door, concern etched across their faces. Lyra flicked her eyes to the pair before spinning to pin Octavia to her spot on the floor. Taking a few steps forward, she knelt to one knee before the cellist, eyes flickering between fear and frustration.

"Tell me that the hell happened before I completely lose my shit on you, Melody."

Sniffling, Octavia lifted her eyes to meet Lyra's heated gaze.

"I told Vinyl that... at least I had a mother."

The words sent Lyra into a downward spiral, surprising tears bursting forth.

"You did--"

Standing, she let out a controlled scream before heading toward the door that Vinyl left through almost twenty minutes ago. Turning just before heading out, Lyra shot a deathly glare at the cellist.

"If anything happens to Vinyl, it's on your fucking hands."

The lyrist then disappeared into the darkness. Spitfire was just at her back, quickly slipping into the night to help look for the jockey. Bonbon and Parish quickly moved around the cellist before escaping as well. Symphony walked slowly to stand beside the cellist before look down at her, teal eyes swarming.

"I can forgive a great deal of bullshit... But you've gone too goddamn far, even in anger. Vinyl's one of the most sensitive people I've ever friggin' met. And with you being so cold toward her, and then just spitting out probably the most singularly heartbreaking thing you could have tonight... I'm not surprised that she broke. You don't deserve her."

Symphony walked toward the doorway and slipped through it, never chancing a look back. Octavia sat there, dumbfounded for a moment, mulberry eyes staring blankly at the dark exit. Beauty moved to the cellist and gently pulled her to her feet. Octavia looked over at the sousaphonist, eyes haunted.

"Beauty... I really messed up, didn't I?"

Holding the gaze for a moment, Beauty sighed and closed her eyes, nodding gently. Octavia shuddered as another sob exploded from her chest. Turning to shakily grab the brunette's arms, Octavia curled her lip inward, haunted eyes fluttering closed as her eyebrows twitched together.

"Brass... I think I've fallen in love with Vinyl Scratch."

Lyra cursed brilliantly, almost failing to quell the tears that threatened to fall. They had been in the city for over an hour searching for the jockey and had simply turned up empty. Sliding her hands through her hair again, she pulled out her cellphone.

Any luck?

She slipped the phone into her breast pocket as she came upon the Harwan for the second time that night. Her phone buzzed as she pulled it back out before opening the text from Bonbon.

Nothing so far. Spit's gone to Bone's. We'll find her, love, I promise.

Lyra forced back the cold fear that she felt building. Her mind had transported her back all those years ago, to the moment she found her friend almost bleeding out in an alley. Failing to suppress the shudder that accompanied the thought, Lyra approached the front doors again and tugged, surprised when the handle finally gave way. Plowing through the doors, she sped through the foyer and past the doors at the top of the main hall. Stopping just beside some seats, she felt a familiar drop in her stomach as she took in the sight of the jockey slouched over the piano. The jockey's faint sobs echoed eerily around the lyrist, further spurring her toward her friend.

Taking the aisle in long strides, Lyra quickly faded to the right toward the stairwell before climbing and headed toward the stage. Stopping at the cusp of light, Lyra swallowed hard before slowly approaching the jockey.

Lifting her head from her crossed arms, Vinyl coughed as she blindly reached for the lyrist, tears blurring her vision. Stumbling forward, Lyra straddled the bench and pulled the pianist into her arms, her own tears finally bursting free as she cradled the sobbing jockey. For long minutes they simply sat as the jockey cried before finally pulling away, bloodshot crimson eyes looking longingly at her best friend. Catching the deep suffering in the golden orbs, Vinyl frowned before squeezing the lyrist's hand.

"I-I'm so sorry, Lyr. I didn't mean for you t-to worry again."

Lyra blew out a breath as she whimpered before pulling Vinyl back into her arms. She squeezed the jockey hard before pulling away again, finally looking over the DJ's appearance. Her suit coat had been tossed onto the stage, her white sleeves sloppily rolled up to her elbows. Scanning the woman's body, the golden eyes stumbled upon the jockey's bloody forearm. Slowly pulling the arm forward, Lyra flicked confused eyes up to the raw crimson gaze that watched her.

"Oh, I uh... I accidently put my hand through a window."

Lyra shook her head, the old memories still a fresh burn in her chest. Lyra shook her head and dropped the woman's arm before lifting her own hands to cradle the spinner's tear-splattered face.

"God, Vinyl, you fucking scared the life out of me."

Weeping softly, Vinyl offered a small smile before she was tucked back against the lyrist's chest as Lyra nuzzled the blue hair, eyes shut tight against the pain building in her chest.

"We have to get you to a hospital. Get your arm fixed up."

Vinyl shook her head gently, words muffled by Lyra's neck as she shifted her head upward. Trying again, she pulled back slightly and shook her head.

"I want to stay here for a bit longer."

Against her better judgment, she nodded before releasing Vinyl. Fishing free her cellphone, she dialed a number and put the receiver to her ear. A moment later, the call picked up.

"Hey, it's uh. I found her. We're at the Harwan."

"We'll be there in a flash."

The call disconnected as Lyra lifted her hands to again touch the jockey, silently reconnecting with woman's pulse. Vinyl whimpered softly before collapsing against the mint-haired player again, tears renewing in anguish. Lyra simply held her and hummed, hoping to calm them both from their rampant emotions. Breathing heavily, Vinyl forced out her words.

"I think I'm in love with Octavia."

Lyra slipped her eyes shut at the admission before squeezing the DJ harder and dropped a kiss on her temple, her inner turmoil thumping wildly in her gut.

"I know you are, kid."

"Why does it hurt so much?"

Heart shattering at the words, Lyra remained silent, though her grip on the jockey remained constant as the two-tone player continued to cry. A loud bang startled them both as the double doors at the top of the auditorium opened, admitting the search party into the haven. Barreling down the center aisle, Symphony quickly changed directions and flew up the side steps before bursting onto the stage. Rounding the piano, Symphony approached the huddled pair and threw her arms around them both.

"Oh my god, Vinyl, where the hell were you!?"

Holding back her tears, Symphony simply buried her face in the DJ's shoulder and attempted to settle her rapidly beating heart. Spit and the others entered the stage and stood, obviously relieved. Vinyl shook her head and scanned the faces of her closest friends, an overwhelming guilt washing over her.

"I'm so sorry, guys. I just... it was too much."

Symphony pulled back and lightly smacked the jockey's arm before tilting her head down. Catching sight of the bloodied arm, she gasped sharply, eyes cutting to stare into Vinyl's.

"What the hell happened!? You're still bleeding!! Heartstrings, why didn't you call an ambulance!?"

Lyra grunted and opened her mouth, but Vinyl shook her head.

"I put my hand through a window. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry everyone. I'm sorry. Bon, Spit, Parish?"

The three waved off the anguish, simply elated that the DJ was safe, albeit a little worse for wear. Stepping back, Symphony helped Lyra stand before they pulled Vinyl to her feet. Stooping to gather the jockey's coat, Symphony led the woman toward the side stairs. The small group headed toward the exit, stopping only to let Vinyl set the alarm before locking up. Once outside, Vinyl turned toward the small group, tear-stained face cracking into a small smile.

"Thanks for always looking out for me, guys."

The group nodded before Spitfire walked toward her waiting car and got in, starting the engine as the group piled in. Once situated and on their way to the hospital, Bonbon tilted forward and softly ruffled the two-tone hair.

"Hey, V. What happened to your phone?"

Sighing, Vinyl adjusted the coat wrapped around her arm and leaned tiredly back against the seat.

"It wanted to meet a wall. Sad to say, the wall was pretty abusive. Little guy never stood a chance."

The car ride was silent until Spit pulled up outside the emergency room doors. Vinyl staggered out of the passenger seat and fumbled before being steadied by Parish. She felt faint as she stumbled into the ER before being taken back behind the counters toward the rooms. Redheart entered the room not long after, blue eyes surveying the many, well-dressed occupants of the room; Vinyl unfurled the coat from her arm and offered it to the nurse. Passing her eyes to Lyra, the pink-haired nurse shook her head before focusing on the DJ.

"What are we going to do with you?"

Vinyl smiled sadly, red eyes freshly covered by the familiar lenses. Redheart shooed the people out of the room to allow her more breathing room to clean and dress the wounds. Lyra anxiously paced the hallway before stopping suddenly, eyes narrowing in thought; she turned to Parish, golden eyes dangerous.

"Par, find out where Octavia went. Beauty stayed with her, right?"

The harpist nodded before sliding his phone from his suit coat and dialed the number.

"Hello, darling."

"Hello, Parish. How is everything? Did you find her? Is she okay?"

"Yes, love. We're at the hospital now. She had a minor mishap with a window, but the nurse is taking care of it as we speak. Is Octavia still with you?"

"No, she went home. I'm on my way back to Vinyl's as we speak, so I hope to see you all soon."

"Right, darling, see you soon."

He ended the call and pivoted to focus on the lyrist.

"Octavia's gone home."

Nodding, she sneered and jerked her head toward Spitfire.

"Spit, let's go. We've got some things to take care of."

Spitfire was on her feet in an instant, only to be grabbed by the testy violinist.

"What are you going to do, murder Octavia? We can worry about this later. Right now, you two need to sit down and calm down. Vinyl is okay, remember? Granted, Octavia put her through far too much and is basically a gigantic target at this point, but getting the two of you arrested isn't good for anyone."

Bonbon, who had approached the player, bobbed her head in agreement.

"Symphony's correct. Both of you bursting in on Octavia can be better accepted at a later time. I want to focus on getting Vinyl home before anything else happens. Okay?"

Both women nodded begrudgingly before falling into a familiar pace. A short time later saw Vinyl exiting the back area and rounding the corner toward the front desk. Five pairs of eyes followed the woman before Lyra and Spit approached the desk, each one sliding in on either side of the jockey.

"You doing okay, Scratch?"

Smiling at the lyrist, she nodded before signing more of the paperwork. Redheart came around the corner, medication in hand.

"I gave you your shot, but here are your meds. Take it easy, okay? Let your muscles relax for a few days so you heal. Find that she does, okay, ladies? Good night."

Vinyl turned and stopped suddenly as she watched her father burst through the doors before stepping right up to her.

"Are you okay, kiddo?"

"Yeah, dad. Fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out."

"Doesn't matter. As long as you're safe?"

She nodded. Lyra glided up to the tall man, a small smile on her lips.

"Vinyl's staying with me and B for the night, so you don't have to worry."

Record smiled and nodded before ruffling his daughter's wild, two-tone hair.

"Take care of yourself. I love you, kid."

"Love you too, Dad."

The tall man quickly pulled her in for a small hug before releasing her. He turned, promising to visit tomorrow, before exiting the hospital. Vinyl led the small army toward the car outside before climbing numbly into the passenger seat. She relaxed as the engine kicked over, red eyes staring out the window as they started the journey toward home.

Author's Notes:

This chapter was written over like... three days. My brain may or may not melt out of my ears. I hope you enjoy this chapter? Seriously. Hurt is a four letter word, much like love. Winkitywinknudgitynudge. As always, forgive mistakes and spacing. I hate copying over from GDocs. Happy Saturday!

Devil in my Head

Vinyl watched with mild interest as the dimly lit buildings passed by her window, red eyes bloated with sadness. The car was deathly silent, the only noise echoing up from the engine as Spitfire piloted the borrowed SUV through the streets toward the Astoria. Pulling up smoothly, she unlocked the doors and cut the engine before climbing out into the chilly, late night air. Vinyl slammed the passenger door and sulked toward the entrance of her building, the mixed crew following quietly behind her. Parish skirted around the silent jockey and opened the door before allowing the other women into the building.

Beauty was on her feet the instant the jockey entered the lobby and quickly ushered forward to wrap the melancholy DJ in a tight embrace, violet eyes fluttering shut as she held the musician. Releasing her hold, she smiled sadly at the two-tone spinner before Spitfire walked forward to claim the despondent woman. Shaking off the contact, Vinyl simply nodded toward the brass player and continued on toward the elevators. The large group silently filed into the large car and stood patiently as they ascended upward. Reaching the intended floor, Vinyl easily exited and headed toward her apartment, her free hand searching blindly for her keys.

Lyra smiled and walked ahead of the DJ, hand absently waving the jockey's keys as she approached the door to the eccentric living space. Smoothly unlocking both locks, Lyra pushed on the door and led the group inside before absently strolling around the apartment to flick on the few lights scattered around the living space. Vinyl stepped into her place and sighed heavily before sinking hopelessly into the over-stuffed arm chair near the large couch. Parish and Beauty sat as well, the petite sousaphonist curling up on the man's lap as a heavy exhaustion settled over the room. Symphony and Spitfire entered the kitchen area simultaneously as they ambled around the area, more out of anxiousness than necessity.

Lyra sat down on the armrest of the recliner the jockey was currently curled in, golden eyes focusing wistfully on the down-turned head as Vinyl sat staring blankly at the bandages covering her hand and forearm. Bonbon gently brushed the lyrist's head as she passed before settling comfortably on the couch beside Parish and Beauty, blue eyes falling shut. Spitfire and Symphony entered the living space shortly thereafter, offering drinks before taking their seats, the violinist collapsing beside Bonbon before Spitfire settled on the floor before her.

There was a charged silence covering the room, the intensity drawing a small smile from the jockey as she finally lifted her head, visible red eyes scanning the many faces of her friends. Tossing a look up at the lyrist that was currently tucked in beside her, she turned her focus forward to address the small group.

"Guys, I'm okay. I'm not drunk, I'm not thinking of offing myself. Just... I really appreciate you all being here, but go home."

Lyra grunted in disapproval before throwing her arm across the back of the chair and leaned closer to the jockey. Beauty and Parish exchanged glances before ultimately standing. Beauty approached the two women and tugged at Vinyl's good arm, bringing her to her feet to hug her tightly.

"We love you, Vinyl. But I know you're safe here. Call us if anything changes, okay? Take care."

Vinyl nodded and squeezed the short woman with her good arm before turning soulful eyes to the harpist.

"Thanks, Par. Take Brass home, you guys deserve some rest."

The blue-haired man smiled and nodded and quickly hugged the DJ after Beauty released her before both bid their farewells. As the door clicked closed, Vinyl sank back in her chair and tossed a furtive glance to the three women near the couch.

Symphony smiled, her teal eyes tired but laced with heart-breaking understanding.

"Don't even think about it, Scratch. We're staying."

"You don't have to. Go home. Chill out. Go have crazy monkey sex and call it a night. You don't have to babysit me."

Spitfire snorted at the comment before flashing a dazzling smile.

"Who says we're not going to have sex on your couch after you go to bed?"

"You know the rules: No sexytime on the couch unless I'm present. And considering I'm down an arm, sex is totally out of the question."

Bonbon chuckled warmly at the words before rustling the pilot's fiery orange hair, drawing a playfully swat from the seated flyer.

"Vinyl's right. And besides, nobody here's sleeping tonight, sexual or otherwise."

Lyra watched the exchange in silence, golden eyes bouncing between Vinyl and Bonbon as they spoke. Bonbon lifted her face to her lover, sapphire eyes glowing with unhindered reverence for the lyrist. Stifling a yawn, Vinyl leaned back against Lyra's side and closed her eyes before grinding out her words.

"Seriously. Spit, Symph... go home. I don't want to keep you guys here and I don't want to be a pain in the ass. I just want to be alone to think or do whatever I need to. Okay?"

Chancing a look to her friends, Vinyl opened her eyes, pleading silently for the pair to leave. Spitfire opened her mouth to vehemently shoot down the words, but Symphony quickly slipped a soft hand downward to cover her mouth. Grinning at the DJ, the lavender-haired violinist nodded and climbed over Spit to stand. She strolled up to the jockey and sat across her lap before curling her arm around the musician's neck, pulling her close.

"I love you so much, Vinyl. If you want us to go, we'll go. But know this: I'll be here bright and early to drag your ass out of bed and make us breakfast. Spit, too. I'm not letting you disappear into yourself over this, okay? One day at a time, Pon-3."

"One day at a time."

Their eyes locked before Symphony squeezed the jockey in an air-stealing embrace before climbing off her lap. Red eyes shifting, Vinyl took in the sight of the visibly upset pilot as she finally stood, keys hanging loosely in her hand as she heftily warred with herself. Straightening, Spitfire exhaled loudly before urging forward, hands dropping to slide around the DJ's neck as she leaned down to hug her.

"Don't be a jerk, V. We'll see you tomorrow."

Pulling away, she smirked sadly and grasped Symphony's hand before slowly receding toward the door. Tossing a look back towards the musicians, the couple smiled and quietly exited. Vinyl was on her feet in the next instant, red eyes bouncing back and forth between the two remaining women.

"You guys, too. Bon, take Lyra home and keep her there. I'm okay. Really."

Running her good hand through her hair, Vinyl flashed an uneasy smile before heading toward the bathroom. Despairing gold eyes followed, the lyrist slowly stepping down from the armrest to stand uncomfortably beside the chair. Hearing a small noise from behind, Lyra spun and focused on Bonbon as she cautiously approached. An ache began to spread through the mint-haired player, adding to the growing grief already filtering through her body. Bonbon silently approached and slid her arms around her lover's neck, peaceful blue eyes offering quiet solace to the visibly shaken lyrist. Tilting her head, Lyra moved her hands to rest gently on curvy hips, a palpable sadness flowing from deep within her chest.

"I'm sorry, B."

Smiling, the confectioner shook her head before placing a chaste kiss on the pouting lips.

"Don't be. I'm going home. Stay and take care of her."

"I... You know I can't leave her. Please don't be mad."

Bonbon again smiled that same disarming smile before planting a firmer kiss on the anxious lips.

"I accepted your relationship with Vinyl a long time ago. I used to be so insanely jealous... but you're the best friend on the face of this planet, and I wouldn't change that about you for anything. It doesn't bother me anymore. The two of you have been through so much together, things I can only dream of understanding. Stay. Do what you do best, love."

Lyra bit back her tears, overcome at the simple words.

"I love you, Bon. So much. I'm so sorry."

The blue-eyed candy maker gently shushed the distraught woman before wrapping her snuggly in her arms. She mumbled soft words into the lyrist's neck as she helplessly struggled to contain her emotions. Pulling back slightly, Bonbon moved her hand up to tenderly wipe the few tears that had escaped the normally unflappable control.

"Just promise me you'll be home for breakfast, okay?"

Releasing a surprised chuckle, Lyra slid her hand behind the woman's neck and captured her lips in a soul scorching kiss before reluctantly pulling away. Pressing her forehead to Bonbon's, Lyra smirked.

"I'll make you toast that isn't burnt, and maybe even pour you some cereal that doesn't spill."

Bonbon chuckled quietly locking her eyes on the lyrist.

"You spoil me. I love you, I'll see you later."

Running her thumb over the soft cheekbones of her lover, Lyra smiled and detangled from the comforting embrace before placing one final kiss on the tender lips.

"I love you, too. Text me when you get home."

Bon nodded before collecting her things and easily slid out the door. Blowing the bangs from her eyes, Lyra shrugged out of her suit coat and tossed it over the back of the chair before heading in the direction of the bedroom. Pushing open the door, she focused on the simple lamp before fully entering the room. Vinyl still remained locked in the bathroom, sure to remain for just a while longer. Fishing through a familiar drawer, Lyra pulled out a pair of blue shorts and tossed them on the neatly made bed. Squirming out of her suit pants, she tossed the dark garments toward a nondescript corner, followed by her dress shirt and socks. Slipping into the shorts, Lyra slid beneath the covers of the bed and settled, arms crossed beneath her head

Vinyl entered the room not long after, red eyes swimming with unshed tears. She passed a strange look to the lyrist, hands moving to clamp at her hips in irritation.

"What are you still doing here?"

Lyra smirked and rolled to her side before propping herself up on her elbow.

"I'm your bed buddy for the night, sucker. Get used to it."

Ignoring the lyrist, Vinyl lifted her free hand to the lamp to click it off. Curling into the bed, Vinyl sighed deeply and forced her body to relax ever so slightly. Lyra shifted next to her as she resettled on her back, breathing even. Staring through the darkness, Vinyl lost herself to her thoughts, eyes tearing slightly as she lost focus. It was silent for a while, the lull almost pulling the mint-haired player into the forgiving arms of sleep. She heard Vinyl shudder, her focus instantly sharpening as the DJ licked her lips.

"You're not the person I wanted to be sharing a bed with this evening."

Lyra chuckled lowly and searched for the jockey's hand, happy when she finally found it. Squeezing the chilled fingers, Lyra turned her head, eyes adjusting to the low light of the room.

"Back at you, homo."

Vinyl smiled briefly before returning to her normal resting state. Lyra maintained their contact, thumb absently brushing small circles on the back of the jockey's non-bandaged hand. The pianist tightened her grip on the hand still in her grasp before suppressing a shiver.

"I want so much to hate her, Lyr."

The lyrist paused in her movements to focus on the words, the bitter turmoil in the solemn voice violently washing over her. Returning to her tracing of the DJ's hand, she sighed before responding.

"I know you do, V."

"I can't. I've tried. I just... I don't know how to feel or what to do or where to direct all of this hurt. Not even when I lost my mom did anything hurt this bad. I mean, who the hell does she think she is treating me like that? Being such a... a--"

"Prissy bitch?"

Vinyl smiled quickly before frowning once more, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

"I just want to forget how she makes me feel. I don't want to remember what that smile does to my knees or what her voice does to my senses. I want to just fucking forget that look in her eyes when she's happy or that sassy smirk she gives me when I say something completely out of the blue. How do I let that go?"

Lyra was silent for a while, weighing her thoughts.

"Do you want to see her?"

"Yes. No. I don't. But I do. But I can't. It just all really sucks."

Lyra rolled to her side and stilled the antsy musician with a soulful look.

"Yes was your first answer."

"I want to see her and scream at her and kiss her and do all sorts of things, but I can't. I can't. She's made it perfectly clear that I'm not worth her time. So I'll just have to find a way to make her not worth mine."

Lyra lifted her hand to gently brush away the wild blue bangs that hung low over the emotional red eyes, her lips twisting in thought.

"You love her too much to let her go."

The words were barely a whisper, but Vinyl snapped her head to the side at their presence, orbs locking painfully on the lyrist. Smiling, Lyra brought their hands up and placed a quick kiss on the bruised knuckles of her closest friend.

"Vinyl, I hate her so much right now that my blood boils. A deep, dark part of me wishes you had never met up with her that day. Call me cynical, but the heartbreak... Octavia's not the easiest person in the world. I didn't want to see you get hurt, but I also didn't want to stand in your way. I knew you'd fallen for her... at first sight, right?"

Vinyl offered a humorless smile, red eyes finally releasing the tears she tried so desperately to avoid.

"I was taken the second I saw that girl pacing the stage in her black spikes and ridiculously attractive pencil skirt."

"She's got great legs."

Lyra smiled wide, drawing a bemused chuckle from the silently crying jockey.

"You're a fucking nut, Heartstrings."

Nodding, Lyra shuffled forward and wrapped an arm across the DJ's stomach before tucking her head beneath the jockey's chin.

"I want you to know that I'm trained to kill on sight, you just give the word."

"I think I'd miss her too much. I miss her now. But I have to get over it. No point in worrying about something I have no control over, right? As much as it kills me..."

A heavy silence stretched on for a time, each player absorbed in thought. Eventually Lyra pulled back from the warmth of her companion and propped up on her elbow to look down at the jockey's tense face; Vinyl opened her eyes at the scrutiny before speaking.

"I told Octavia about that night in the alley."

A red-hot bolt of nostalgia crashed through Lyra at the memory, golden eyes squeezing closed at the image conjured at the simple words.

"I didn't know you were so open with her..."

"I sang for her."'

"She's not good enough for you."

"I love her."

Lyra bit her lip at the small confession, a heart-breaking tension suddenly filling her shoulders.

"I know. We'll find a way past this, V."

"I'm so fucking scared. I don't trust her not to hurt me anymore. I don't want to see her."

"I know. Don't think about it right now. Sleep, rest. Please."

Nodding, Vinyl closed her eyes for the final time before curling into the comforting embrace, the tears returning with fervor.

Octavia squinted her eyes at the bright ray of sunlight that crashed through her window and peaked over her couch. She had remained stretched on the expensive sofa for the entire night, never having lifted from her lying position. The normally bright, amethyst eyes were darkened and red, encircled by heavy bags of emotional exhaustion. The sun attempted to peek over the buildings as morning finally came, drawing a spiteful ire from the cellist. Sniffling, Octavia managed to roll off the sofa and fall to her knees beside it, heavy-lidded orbs absently scanning the room. Symphony hadn't returned any of her calls, and she was almost certain that Spitfire was lying in wait to slay her.

The cellist's mind wandered for a moment, tears still falling against her will, though long forgotten. A fiery annoyance began to fester and spread, sparring with the harrowing emptiness that currently encased her wounded soul. The anger gained a surprising amount of momentum, eventually pulling her to her feet. Clenching her fists, Octavia turned and headed in the direction of the bathroom.

Turning on the water, Octavia stripped out of her rumpled performance tuxedo and angrily threw it in the hamper before stepping into the tepid water. Jaw clenched, she powered through the shower and quickly turned off the water. Sure, rapid steps found her in her room, a large, soft towel wrapped securely around her still dripping body. With a garish ease she briskly dried and pulled clothes from her massive closet. Slipping into a plain gray v-neck and skin-tight jeans, Octavia bent to retrieve the knee-high boots before jamming her feet inside and quickly laced the long boots. Kicking open her bedroom door, she quickly entered the living room, brush in hand. Quickly brushing her still wet hair, she tossed the object on the couch and snatched up her phone and keys. Pausing to rifle through her purse, she quickly took out some cash to jam in her pocket before spinning toward the door.

Slamming the door behind her, the cellist speedily went down the stairs, her inner fury building with each passing step as she descended the six stories. Bursting into the lobby, she practically stomped out the door and approached the street, willing a taxi to stop. Almost immediately she saw a cab swerve toward her and stop smoothly. Sliding easily into the backseat, she slammed the door and pinned the nervous driver with an icy glare.

"To the Tower, please."

Nodding, the man pulled into traffic and sped off toward the skyscraper in question, arriving quickly. Pulling money from her pocket, Octavia handed the bill to the man before climbing out.

"Keep the change."

Closing the door with more force than necessary, Octavia huffed and approached the large, glass doors of the building. Throwing them open, she stormed through the downstairs lobby, ignoring the trepid doorman as he tossed a half-hearted greeting to the cellist. Slamming her fingers into the Up arrow next to the elevator, she leaned back and tapped her foot, waiting for the car to arrive. A trio of suited men scurried out of the car at her aggressive stare before she smoothly slid into the car. Tapping the desired number, Octavia leaned casually against the stainless steel wall and waited.

With a small ding, the elevator doors opened and admitted Octavia into the bustling area of the building, dark violet eyes flicking aimlessly along the faces she passed. Turning, she opened heavy glass doors and stepped into an inner office area, face set in an icy fire, mouth upturned in a humored snarl. Shuffling workers quickly cleared her path, muttering unintelligible words under their breath as Octavia breezed passed them. Taking a corner, she lifted her hands to open yet another door before sidling confidently into the room.

Three assistants jumped at the sudden intrusion, eyebrows furrowing as Octavia continued her journey toward a final door. The tallest lifted her hand and called after the cellist as she reached for the doorknob.

"Miss Melody, you can't--!"

Pivoting smoothly, Octavia pinned the frightened girl with a dark stare, bloodshot amethyst eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Watch me."

Yanking open the door, she slid inside before forcing it closed behind her. The tall woman behind the desk jumped slightly but quickly recovered, instead climbing to her feet to lean menacingly across her massive desk space.

"What on Earth do you think--"

Octavia closed the space between them quickly, her own hands moving to crash down on the desk surface, allowing her to lean almost nose to nose with the woman.

"I hope you are fucking satisfied."

The older woman snarled and leaned backward to stand, hands moving to smooth the suitcoat she wore.

"Octavia, watch your language."

"I will most certainly not. You got what you wanted, mother. And I hope you're satisfied."

Virtuosa Cash almost growled before scorching the young player with a deadly glare.

"I have no idea what you're--"

Raising her voice, Octavia stood as well, hands balling into fists at her sides.

"I know you faked that police report. I talked to the arresting Officer on the actual case. He arrested Vinyl and Spitfire that night for getting into a brutal fist fight, a fight Vinyl herself told me about weeks prior. But I chose to believe your foolish story, and do you know why?"

Sliding her tongue across her front teeth, the tall woman crossed her arms, eyebrow twitching.

"No, darling. Why?"

"Because I was afraid. I was so terrified of what would happen if I didn't. You've got this incredible darkness about you that I've been ignoring for years. You told me about that story so I would stay away from Vinyl. It worked, I didn't talk to her the entire time I was on tour with the Orchestra. And when I finally get home, I had this unnerving guilt that had been eating me alive for weeks."

Virtuosa scoffed and waved off the woman, pinning her with her fiery eyes.

"You're so--"

"I wasn't finished."

Snapping her mouth closed, the raven-haired woman curled her lip but remained silent.

"The guilt had been eating me alive for my entire trip. It made me edgy and unhappy. I couldn't stop thinking about that report. When I arrived at the Violoncelle banquet, I sought out Symphony, and she confirmed my absolute worst fear: it was a forgery, and I had given into it. I wanted to hide behind a lie instead of acknowledging what I had been running from. It was easier to stop talking to Vinyl, in hopes that those feelings would go away, that I wouldn't be different..."

Octavia released an uneven breath, more tears stinging her eyes. Shaking off the feeling, she refocused her vision on her enraged parent.

"But I am different. I refuse to hide behind false feelings and lies. I'm in love with a woman. A woman you so clearly hate. I won't dare pretend that I'm not one-hundred percent taken by that DJ with the wild hair and the piercings in strange places. No amount of--"

Cash finally snapped, her feet moving her in an almost blinding speed around her desk.

"That is enough! I will not have any daughter of mine spewing such nefarious filth!"

"I'm not denying any further, not when all it does is cause me pain! I didn't come here for your blessing, I came here to tell you that your master plan failed. Somewhere I fell, and I fell hard. And I will not be made out as the enemy. I may have fucked up my only chance at happiness because I was so caught up in what other people thought!!"

"This will destroy this family, Octavia. How dare you--"

"The only thing this will destroy is your carefully constructed plans to keep me at bay and try and turn me into the daughter you've always wanted. Daddy told me not two months ago that it wouldn't matter if I was with Vinyl, because he knows she's good. She's so good and I absolutely ruined it."

Virtuosa straightened at the news, her red-gold eyes glowing almost eerily in the light of the room.

"If it were meant to be, it would be. Your career will be over with the Orchestra and with any dreams of every being a successful soloist. You don't know what you want, you're simply confused. You need to get your head back into the thick of things, some street-rat DJ is worthless."

Closing the small gap between them, Octavia invaded her mother's space and snarled up at her.

"Vinyl's the only thing worth fighting for right now. If people should turn on me for being attracted to her, then so be it. It's not unheard of for musicians to be gay. Hell, half of my Orchestra is gay. So if you're using that as a reason for me to ignore these feelings, it's not going to work. I won't be rejected for it. Those that mind are dead to me, anyway."

"You're so naive, Octavia."

Smiling, she shook her head, mouth twisting into a self-satisfied smirk.

"You have no power, here, Virtuosa. Your power lies only with Stella Artois and Sapphire Shores. Yes, I figured out that those two were following your orders to keep me under control. I also found out on the ride over here that you hired Big Shot to follow me that night at the Academy event because you heard I had gone with Vinyl. I was furious at first, but now... I feel sorry for you."

Virtuosa inhaled sharply, molten eyes igniting as she violently shook her head.

"You're making a terrible mistake with this one, Octavia. Your father and I won't be there to pick up the pieces when that harlot destroys you, just like I know she will."

Stopping mid-turn, Octavia smiled sadly.

"The only one destroyed here is Vinyl. And I know you and daddy won't be there for me, just daddy. Goodbye, mother. Thank you for finally giving me the strength to accept this new development in my life. Now I just have to find a way to fix it."

Face morphing into smug satisfaction, Octavia turned and strolled out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. Her mother's assistants stood their awkwardly, faces spread into embarrassed acknowledgement. Octavia grinned at them and moved forward, stopping when her mother's shrill voice echoed around the small room.

"OCTAVIA PRIMOSE MELODY!!"

Grinning, Octavia rested her hand on the door handle before turning backward to focus on the enraged woman, her shrug noncommittal.

"Yes, Mrs. Cash?"

"If you think for one moment that this will not have consequences--"

"I don't much care for your threats anymore. I know what I need to be happy, and I'm going to do everything I can to get there. Goodbye, Cash, ladies."

Opening the large glass, doors, Octavia slipped between them and walked confidently down the hallway. Once leaving her mother's company area, she shuddered and coughed back the tears that relentlessly pounded the backs of her eyes. Pressing the elevator button, she leaned against the wall, body exhausted. Swiping her phone from her front pocket, Octavia flicked through her contacts before dialing a familiar number. Waiting for the voicemail, the cellist stepped into the elevator car before sighing into the phone.

"Symphony, it's me. I was wrong."

Spitfire climbed out of her recently reclaimed convertible and sighed heavily. Symphony exited the passenger side of the car and nudged the door closed before passing a knowing look to her lover. Reaching out her hand, the violinist waited patiently for Spitfire to circle the car and join their hands before they headed into the ornate building. Smiling kindly to the doorman, they both entered the elevator and waited as they headed upward. Exiting, the pilot led her companion toward the familiar door before pushing through the threshold and stopped suddenly once inside. Symphony peeked around her lover and smiled, teal eyes filling with elated tears.

Vinyl looked up at the two women and smiled, red eyes tired yet bright. She sat on the bench behind the recently uncovered grand piano, pages of sheet music spread across the polished black surface. Flexing her sore hand, Vinyl nodded toward the two women.

"I already had a bowl of cereal and like, ninety strawberries, but you're welcome to make breakfast anyway."

Symphony chuckled and slid around Spitfire before approaching the surprisingly calm DJ. Wrapping an arm around the woman, Symphony sighed.

"How are you doing, V? And where's Lyra?"

"I'm writing music. And she went home a little bit ago so she could make breakfast. You know how Bon is."

Looking down at the many pages spread before her, Symphony pulled her lips into a melancholy smile.

"You write when you're upset."

"Yeah, you know. Just... keeping my hands busy."

Spitfire walked forward to lean against the piano, honey brown eyes staring intently at the jockey.

"How's the hand? Heartstrings change the dressing?"

"Nah. I'm good though, I can do it."

Symphony shook her head and pulled the DJ to her feet. Pushing her toward Spit, Symphony flashed a small grin before ushering the women toward the bathroom.

"Spit'll change your bandages, I'm going to make some sort of breakfast."

Nodding silently, the two-tone spinner followed her friend into the bathroom. Spitfire closed the door behind them reflexively, eyes suddenly raking down the jockey's subdued presence.

"How are you actually doing, Scratch?"

Fumbling with her glasses that sat on her bangs, she shrugged, unimpressed. Red eyes watched with mild interest as Spitfire moved around the large bathroom, all too familiar with the layout. Pulling out the needed supplies, Spitfire rolled up the sleeves to the dark blue flannel she wore and began to prep. Lifting nimble fingers, the pilot unwrapped the bandages from the pale forearm, eyes sharply focused.

"Everything hurts."

Without ceasing her movements, Spit looked up and locked eyes with the pensive jockey. Once the wrapping was balled and thrown away, the flame-haired woman smiled softly at the DJ.

"I'd be worried if it didn't, to be perfectly honest."

"How did... how did you and Symph get back together?"

Chuckling, Spitfire turned on the warm water and gently cleaned the angry cuts on the woman's arm, a satisfied grin taking up refuge on playful lips.

"Well, I was at their final show... I waited outside the doors for her to come out. She was one of the last few, and she came out with Octavia. I called her name, asked if we could talk. Tav almost hurled fury and brimstone at me, but Symph told her to back off. So then we left to go back to my hotel and talk. Well..."

She patted the area with a soft cloth before moving to grab the salve that sat patiently on the counter. Flicking her eyes up, Spitfire grinned again, undeterred when the jockey didn't return the gesture.

"She screamed at me for a while, called me all sorts of names. I screamed back at her, you know how we do. I told her what happened, that it was all just... some stupid mistake. I told her how sorry I was that I left things hanging between us like that, and that I didn't try and contact her while I was on maneuvers."

The tall pilot wiped her hands on the small towel hanging off her shoulder before reaching for the patches to place over the stitches, absently reaching for the gauze with her free hand. Unrolling the bandages across the inflamed skin, Spit shook her head, eyebrows drawing on her forehead.

"After she screamed at me some more, we actually started to say what we were thinking, instead of just yelling at each other. I cried. I friggin' broke, man. I told her I was sorry, that I was stupid, that I loved her... I was terrified she'd just drop me right then. I didn't know I could ever be so scared of anything, and here's this small little violinist with a fiery temper basically holding my life in the palm of her hand... I was freaking the fuck out so bad, Scratch. But she let it go. Somehow, she let it the hell go."

Finishing with the bandages, she tied a small knot at the base of the jockey's elbow before straightening and tossed a confident smile to the jockey.

"She forgave me. And I cried harder. And then she kissed me. Things got pretty crazy after that, you know how it goes. Hell, I still think I have bruises from that night."

Vinyl broke in that moment, a strangled laugh escaping her as the tears fell quietly. Spitfire chuckled softly and pulled the jockey into a fierce embrace. Swallowing the lump in her throat, the blue-haired musician coughed briefly.

"I'm glad you guys are back together. Symphony was bitter for a while. I wish Octavia and I had love to fall back on, but we don't. We were just friends. I don't know how to fix something like this. I don't know a lot of things."

Pulling away, the pilot moved her hands up to gently squeeze the DJ's arms.

"I'll work on the cellist, don't worry."

"Spit, I don't... I don't know if I can see her again. I don't know if I want to. There's just... so much--"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, V. You know we all have your back, kid."

"Yeah, the motley crew of dainty musicians, a bi-polar candy maker and one pompous stunt pilot. Lucky me."

"Watch your mouth. It's Captain Pompous Stunt Pilot to you, Spin Doctor."

Snickering, Vinyl punched the pilot with her good arm, sobering quickly before opening the door to file out toward the kitchen. Looking up from the stove, Symphony smiled and nodded her head to the women.

"Omelets. Sit the hell down. Spit, make toast."

Grumbling playfully, Spit slid around the violinist and headed toward the toaster. Symphony flipped one of the omelets before sighing dramatically. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she pressed a button, illuminating the screen. A single voicemail notification sat blinking on her screen, drawing a pained grunt from the player. Pressing the icon, Octavia's name and number popped up. Relocking her screen, the lavender-haired player tossed the phone onto the counter and refocused on the pan.

Vinyl knitted her brows together and carefully slid the phone off the counter before opening the screen. She stared blankly at the number and the small time counter beside it, thumb hovering over the screen. Instead, she flicked her eyes back to the violinist, blue eyebrows twitching.

"Did... Octavia try contacting you at all last night?"

Hesitating, Symphony licked her lips and nodded gently.

"She called me a million times, it seemed like. Texted, too."

Swallowing, Vinyl refocused on the phone in her hand.

"...did you see what she wanted?"

"No. I was too angry last night. I would have said something stupid."

Running her thumb across the phone's screen, she exited the voicemail screen and held the phone up to the violinist, red eyes shimmering with an unknown emotion.

"Call her."

Spitfire passed her eyes between both women, hovering awkwardly in the tense space. Symphony searched the red eyes before slowly reaching for the device. Eyes falling to find the contact, she quickly raised her eyes to Vinyl as she pressed the dial button. After a moment, the call came through.

"Hey."

"Can we talk? Please."

Teal eyes fluttered, hand lifting to run absently through her hair.

"About what?"

"Last night. Please, I need to explain."

"Where?"

Red eyes snapped up at the revelation, the DJ quickly standing to stare intently at the violinist.

"Anywhere. Please."

"When?"

"Whenever."

"Peg's, 2 o'clock."

She ended the call abruptly and released a labored breath. Teal eyes searched the carmine eyes before her, unsure of herself. Vinyl merely blinked and reclaimed her seat at the bar, carefully eyeing the omelet that was burning in the pan. Cursing, Symphony scooped it out and tossed it half-heartedly on a plate. Spitfire smirked and pointed to the plate, eyes dancing with humor.

"Dibs on the black one."

Spitfire pulled up to another red light, bright brown eyes skipping over to focus on the irritated profile of her girlfriend. Symphony sat in the front seat, arms crossed defiantly over her chest. Seeing the light change, the pilot pressed the gas and continued toward the diner in silence. Lifting her hand to rest gently on the violinist's jean-clad thigh, Spitfire cleared her throat.

"Do you think this is the best thing to be doing right now?"

"Vinyl asked me to call Octavia."

"Yeah, but I don't think... I don't know. Vinyl doesn't want to see Octavia. Not now, at least. She's torn up. What do you think Octavia wants to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know. How sorry she is that she ripped out Vinyl's heart with those words, after stringing her along for weeks or months? Beats me. I'm going more to yell at her than to hear what she has to say."

"Babe, relax. You going in guns blazing won't help--"

"Don't."

Spit closed her mouth and continued quietly toward the diner. Pulling up outside the metallic building, she put the car in park and turned to regard the bothered player.

"Chill a bit, okay? You're here for Vinyl, yeah? So we can try and fix this and erase all this hurt that's flying around here."

"I know."

She opened the door and stepped out of the car before forcing the door closed. She offered a small smile to the pilot before steeling her nerves and turned toward the doors. Grinning sadly, Spit steered her car into the street and headed back to Vinyl's. Symphony tugged hard on the smooth handles of the door before slipping gracefully inside. Instantly spotting the dejected cellist, she made short work of the space between them before sitting down across from the other woman. Mulberry eyes shot up at the sudden presence, mouth opening to speak before Symphony raised a stern finger.

"You don't get to talk right now. Do you have any idea what the hell you've done? How much pain you've caused? Did you even think of what you were doing when you were stringing Vinyl along for whatever ride you wanted?"

"I can only imagine. Symphony, please. I want to do anything I can to make this right. I don't want Vinyl to hurt, that's the last thing I wanted. When I went back there last night, it was to comfort her and to try and erase all that I'd done weeks before. I wanted to curl her in my arms and just be sorry for how I had so badly mistreated her--"

"I don't believe that. I'm sorry, but I don't. You spend all this time with Vinyl, learning her deepest, darkest secret that you use to throw in her face at her most vulnerable? I'm not buying your innocence routine. You knew what you were doing--"

"Enough. I know I made terrible mistakes and even worse choices, but you have to believe I never intentionally wanted to hurt Vinyl. I was confused and afraid and I didn't understand all that I was feeling, and when she snapped at me that night, all of that came to a head. I snapped back, and I regretted it the instant it happened."

Symphony narrowed her eyes at the cellist, teal eyes gleaming with untapped emotion.

"What the hell could you be afraid of? You're practically untouchable, what with your mother being how she is."

"She was the problem. Symphony... I--"

They locked eyes, broken amethyst meeting inflamed turquoise.

"I've fallen in love with your blistering jockey and I've made a stupid, terrible mistake."

The teal eyes widened at the admission, the confused, lavender eyebrows crawling quickly up the wrinkled forehead. Leaning forward, Symphony ducked her head, eyes shimmering.

"Do you want to run that by me one more time?"

Wiping angrily at a wanton tear, Octavia sniffled before leaning forward as well, bloodshot eyes flittering closed.

"Somewhere between 'You know it's just a piano, right?' and the V concert, I found myself falling in love with her. And that was bloody terrifying for me. That, on top of my mother's diabolical scheme with Shores and Artois to topple me at my most vulnerable, I fell into a horrible routine. It was so much easier to not be in love when I wasn't near Vinyl, or so I tried to tell myself. I was so undeniably wrong."

Symphony sat back against the booth, mouth slack in shock. Her hands picked at a napkin, brain working to digest all that tumbled from Octavia. Squeezing closed her eyes, Symphony let out a small whimper before bringing her hands up to roughly scrub her face.

"Octavia, you're so stupid! Vinyl doesn't even want to see you right now, or ever again for all I know. And what's worse is that when somebody wounds Vinyl, it awakens the inner beast in Lyra Heartstrings, making her a tunnel-visioned killer out for blood. It doesn't matter how you feel at this moment in time, the only thing that matters is the DJ holed up in her apartment, nursing a brutally shattered heart and a shredded forearm."

Octavia frowned at the news, crystalline eyes watering quickly.

"What does that mean? Is she okay?"

"I don't know, Octavia, you tell me. When we eventually found Vinyl last night, she had broken her phone and put her hand through a window somewhere. She needed stitches. All of us tried to stay, but she kicked everyone but Lyra out. I don't know how she was last night, I don't know a lot of things. I only know that there's a great deal of hurt out there, and for no good reason."

"I know. I... I never wanted this to happen. I hid behind my mother's stupidity because I was too afraid to admit to myself that I was falling for another woman. I mean, for Celestia's sake, I'm 21 years old and I have the best career ahead of me... how could who I fall in love with be so difficult? It's not supposed to be. I want to be with Vinyl, no one else."

Symphony cracked a small smile before it faltered, her eyes squeezing shut as she shook her head.

"You're a dumb ass. An idiot. A complete and total fluke, actually. I don't know if I want to hug you or beat the stuffing out of you. So much of this could have been avoided weeks ago..."

Octavia mindlessly wiped the tears from her face, mulberry eyes falling as she focused on the table. Breathing deeply, she raised her focus to Symphony, an impossibly sad smile curling her lips.

"I love her, Symphony. I want to fix this, and I want to be with her. Please... help me."

Staring hard at the open, soulful eyes, Symphony sighed heavily.

"This is not going to be easy. Are you prepared to deal with all the venom that's going to be thrown at you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then tonight, meet me at Sweetie Drop's, five minutes before close. We have to deal with Lyra."

Blanching, Octavia gripped the napkin and nodded.

Bonbon continued to wipe down the surfaces in her shop, lips pursed in a quiet whistle as she worked. The bell to her door chimed, causing her to call over her shoulder before turning.

"Sorry, but we're closed."

Turning, she froze, sapphire eyes focused on the cellist as she hovered uncomfortably behind the violinist. Growling, Bonbon was moving out from behind the counter in an instant, only to be stopped by the lavender-haired player. Passing furious blue eyes to the strings player, Bonbon ground out an icy remark.

"What the hell is she doing here?"

Symphony focused a stern yet vulnerable look on the confectioner, eyebrows knitting in frustration.

"Calm down, B. There are things we need to talk about."

Shaking her head, she brutishly broke the hold Symphony had on her before capturing the cellist in a violent gaze.

"You need to get out before I throw you out."

Snapping her eyes to Symphony, the candy maker pointed an outraged finger at the cellist, temper roiling through her chest.

"Lyra's going to be here in ten minutes, get her the hell out of here before this gets ugly."

Standing straight, Symphony slowly shook her head. The door opened behind them, admitting Parish, Beauty, and Spitfire into the quiet candy shop. Skirting around the tense cellist, the trio moved to occupy a small cafe-style table, all eyes flickering between the women facing off. Spitfire focused hard on the cellist, confused as to why Symphony had ordered them all here under such a strange pretense. The only concerning thing was that Octavia was going to come up against Lyra in a matter of minutes.

Symphony held her hands up and approached the skittish confectioner, her teal eyes calming.

"Octavia has something to say, that we all need to hear--"

The cellist stepped forward and walked around Symphony, her amethyst eyes again misting over as she approached the woman.

"Bon, please. I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to fix this."

"You only want to fix this so you can be guilt-free. Don't play this game with me, Melody."

Octavia shook her head before chancing another step forward.

"I'm not. I-I love Vinyl, and I want to make things right. I made horrible mistakes that I know I must deal with, but if I stand any chance of fixing this terrible mess, I have to apologize to all of you first. Including Lyra."

Bonbon shook her head and opened her mouth to retort, but was stopped by the petite brass player as she stood.

"It's true, Bonnie. Last night after you guys left, it was... It was bad, to say the least. But Octavia's telling the truth."

Capturing the cellist in a steely, blue gaze, Bonbon finally relaxed and exhaled dramatically.

"You're a stupid girl, Octavia."

Moving to approach the table, Bonbon dropped into a seat and crossed her arms, face souring. Shivering, Octavia hesitated before Symphony grasped her arm and walked them both over to the table. Spitfire slid out a chair for the violinist before pausing to offer the cellist one of her own. Narrowing her eyes, the pilot shoved another chair out for the raven-haired player before shocking her with a brutal glare.

"I don't agree with sitting here like this. You fucked up, Melody. Big time."

Octavia, shaken, dropped gracelessly into the chair and nodded her agreement to the pilot.

"You're right. And I'm so damn sorry. I never meant to hurt her, please believe that. It isn't fair to any of you to try and pretend that I haven't been a monster recently. I was scared of feeling what I was feeling, so I ignored them. I'm sorry to have put all of you through that. All I want is for Vinyl not to hurt anymore because of my transgressions."

Spitfire scoffed and crossed her arms, remaining stoically silent. Parish merely bobbed his head, emerald eyes watching the cellist intently. A familiar voice suddenly drew the room's attention as Lyra emerged from the back.

"Oh, so B, I got-- what in the hell!?"

Lyra was around the counter and heading toward the table at breakneck speed, tripped up only when Spitfire captured her in a bone-crushing hold.

"What the fuck is she doing here!? Are we having dinner with the devil??"

Symphony and Octavia stood suddenly, knocking their chairs down at the harshness of the movement. Lyra snarled and fought against the hold she currently found herself encased in, golden eyes darkening in rage. Bonbon stood and reached out to touch the raging lyrist, only to be avoided and ignored. Looking around the confectioner, Lyra burned the cellist with a spiteful sneer.

"Get the fuck out of here, Octavia, you're not welcome here. What the hell happened!? Why are you all so buddy-buddy with this bitch!?"

Octavia put her hands up in submission, amethyst eyes burning with tears.

"Lyra, please. I'm so sorry. Let me explain. You see, I--"

"I don't want your fucking bullshit lies. You might be able to charm these people, but not me. You didn't see Vinyl, you don't know. She fucking cried herself to sleep in my arms last night, and you have the balls to stand here in my girlfriend's shop and talk lies? Fuck that!"

"Lyra! Please. I only want to help, I want to make this right. You see, I love--"

Releasing a guttural scream, Lyra broke the flyer's strong hold on her and quickly moved to stand directly in front of the mortified cellist.

"Are you really going to stand here and tell me that you love Vinyl? Really? That you're just so in love with her you could die? Well let me fucking tell you something, sweetheart. People don't do those sorts of things to people they love. They don't go out of their way to avoid somebody, or to turn something so heartbreaking into a fucking attack. Bullshit."

Octavia huffed and wrung her hands, but didn't break the woman's gaze.

"I know what I did was terrible and wrong, but I want to fix it. I do love her, and if I have to spend the rest of my life trying to get you two to believe it, then I will. But I don't want her to hurt anymore. Please help me stop the pain."

Lyra curled her lip in displeasure before stepping just an inch closer, golden eyes glimmering with an inner agony.

"Five years ago I found Vinyl Scratch bleeding out in an alley, and five years ago I watched my best friend spiral into a deep, dark void that I didn't think she'd ever get out of. Even when she got the hell out of it, she was never truly happy. But when she met you? You made her smile, you made her laugh. You brought things out in her that I thought were long gone. And you took all of that and broke it. You just shattered it. So fuck you. I'm not going to betray Vinyl by helping the enemy."

Holding the heart-broken gaze a moment longer, the lyrist shook her head before pushing away from the group and disappeared out the back door. The room was deathly silent for a moment before Octavia hiccupped a sob, her barely constructed resolve finally breaking.

"I'm so s-sorry."

Spitfire focused on the cellist for a moment, brown eyes searching the woman for any emotional giveaway. Bonbon stood and exited behind Lyra, blue eyes swimming. Symphony rubbed a careful hand down the cellist's back before Beauty lifted herself to move around the table and hug the distraught player. Parish simply remained seated, eyes heavy with confusion as he locked eyes with the pilot, each sharing a resolute nod.

Bonbon found the lyrist seated on a box in the alley, head tucked in her hands. Hearing a sniffle, Bonbon smiled and approached her lover before pulling her to her feet. Tucking the emotionally exhausted player against her, Bon sighed.

"Lyra..."

"Don't say it, B."

"Vinyl is in love with her."

Shuddering, Lyra lifted her arms to encircle the woman.

"I know."

"Don't you think it'd be better for everyone if we tried to fix this?"

"We can't. Only Vinyl and Octavia can fix this."

Stepping back in the embrace, calm blue eyes focused on stormy gold, a quiet understanding surfacing between them.

"I know she hurt Vinyl, love. But she's also the key to mending the heart she broke, too. It's a sloppy mess, but I think Octavia really, truly does love Vinyl. Who are we to stand in the way of that, huh?"

"I can't betray Vinyl like that."

"You won't be. But don't stand in the way of it, either. They belong together and you know it."

Lyra was silent for a time, eyes scanning Bonbon's for answers she sought. Smiling slightly, she half-shrugged in agreement.

"I won't interfere. But she does not have my blessing."

Smiling, Bonnie nodded and tugged the lyrist back inside. Once visible, Octavia stood to regard the mint-haired player.

"Lyra, I--"

"Stop. My heart lies with Vinyl, but I won't jeopardize your quest to fix this mighty goddamn wrong, either. If you fuck up again, game over."

Breaking free of Bonbon, Lyra walked toward the entrance but stopped beside the cellist, eyes glittering with a quiet intensity.

"Vinyl's head over heels in love with you. Devote all that you have into making her smile again."

Octavia inhaled sharply, her breath catching in her chest as more tears squeezed from her eyes, floored at the simple fact. Lyra held her gaze for a moment longer before exiting the shop and disappeared from the storefront. Spitfire nodded to the cellist before heading toward the door as well, turning briefly to regard the remaining individuals. Rendered speechless, the pilot merely shrugged before heading after Lyra. Turning toward Symphony, Octavia choked out a sob.

"What do I do now?"

Author's Notes:

SO. MUCH. DIALOGUE. We'll get to an actual somewhere next week, but things take time. They need to be sorted and talked about and then taken back and apologized for. Work with me here, guys, I'm trying to get over the dull, boring stuff to get to the juicy filling! As always, forgive mistakes and spacing. I'm running out of time today, but try to enjoy! Happy Saturday!

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Octavia pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand, a weighty sigh escaping the paling lips. A steaming mug of tea warmed the ice from her fingers, the heady aroma of the strong brew helping to calm to raging emotion building in her chest. Amethyst eyes opened to peer out the large window running along one wall, the stormy fall atmosphere sensuously stroking the melancholy that clung to her like a second skin, weighing her impossibly downward. Forcefully tearing her eyes from the raindrops sliding so teasingly down the thick glass, Octavia refocused on her father as he paced, hand clenched tightly around his cell phone as he moved. The normally jovial eyes were treacherous and dark, kind face twisted in a striking fury.

It had been ten days since admitting her fault to the group, and eleven days since she had finally acknowledged the slow burn of attraction to the two-tone spinner. All forms of communication with the jockey had been severed, causing a debilitating distress to flood the cellist's very core, crushing her with an unshakeable chill. A sharp rise in the man's voice cut at her attention, drawing her eyes impossibly upward to stare quietly at the visibly tense body. Feeling the familiar weight of a gaze, Viktor flashed an uneven smile to the cellist before reclaiming his seat beside her, phone shifting quietly to his chest pocket.

"Want to tell me what's going on?"

The raven-haired musician sighed heavily, fingers lifting to trace the rim of her mug, mind aimlessly drifting for the third time that morning. Sleep eluded her, insomnia dancing devilishly around her in a nasty haze, pulling all feeling of vitality from deep within her throbbing center. Attempting to ignore the souring depression, she lifted her eyes to look steadily at her father, words swirling on her tongue.

"What have you heard?"

Her words were quiet, almost ghost-like in their existence. Viktor grunted, lips pulling into a dissatisfied scowl, eyebrows bunching high on the tanned forehead.

"Your mother has been screaming at me for the past few days, saying you've gone and lost your mind. That was her on the phone just now, barking orders for me to disown you, distrust you, stop loving you? She has yet to tell me what it is that's so horrible."

Octavia inhaled sharply, the bitterness of the words too harsh a truth to ignore. Clearing her throat, the woman ran an unbalanced hand through the pallor locks, dark eyes flicking closed.

"I told mother that I'd fallen in love... with Vinyl."

Viktor smiled briefly as his face fell, eyes wandering the cellist's face as he lifted a hand to tuck a stray bang behind her ear. Octavia ignored the tears as they rolled silently from her eyes, streaks glowing in the fair light of the massive office. Exhaling heavily, the tall man pulled the mug from rigid fingers and pulled the woman into his arms. A high-pitched whine escaped the curled lips, days of pent-up torment spilling forth at an almost dizzying rate. Viktor merely held the cellist as she sobbed, his own eyes tearing at the brutal display of heartbreaking clarity. For a time the cellist simply cried, unearthed by the agonizing reality that she had virtually shattered her happiness with a tight, mindless retort.

Sniffling, Octavia finally pulled back, amethyst eyes red and glassy from her influx of tears. Viktor simply reached into his pocket and pulled free a handkerchief before offering it to the musician, pleased when she cautiously took the small, silk square. Dabbing at her eyes, Octavia sniffled before curling the material in her hands, eyes squeezing shut. The tall CEO shuffled forward in his place, hands climbing to tuck under the clenched jaw, tugging softly to pull the tear-stained face upward. Grinning at the player, he absently wiped the tracks with his thumbs, mulberry eyes glowing with pride for the woman.

"Do you truly love her, angel?"

Offering a small smile, she merely nodded before collapsing back against his suit-clad chest.

"I do, daddy, and I've simply made a mess of things. I hurt her, and I don't know how to fix it. She hasn't taken any calls, she... I can't blame her, considering how I've acted as of late. I have this... terrible ache in my chest, daddy."

He chuckled, hands absently stroking the cellist's hair, thoughts wandering.

"That's love, sweetness. Do you want to fix whatever it is between you?"

"More than anything."

Viktor tugged her back from his chest, crooking a finger under her chin to bring her face upwards, eyes meeting in silent understanding.

"Then find a way."

Octavia jerked back at the words, confusion spiraling along her synapses, sharp eyes focusing on the confident smile currently threatening her father's attempt at seriousness. She laughed in that moment, a surprising giggle that bubbled its way from deep within her callous existence. The cellist nodded, hands skimming her dark hair before reaching blindly for the cup on the small table beside them. She smiled around the rim of the mug, eyes falling thankfully closed. Taking a small sip of the tepid drink, she snapped her eyes over to her father, studying the knowing look; she nodded her head to him, resolution twisting within her.

Vinyl gunned the throttle of the bike, taking off from her red light to continue on toward the Harwan. The rain cut at her like small shards of glass, the bitter autumn storm numbing her to the very bone. Flicking on her signal, she glided the bike toward the curb and pulled up deftly, booted feet splashing down into a puddle as she steadied the hefty machine. Slippery fingers rose to pull off the rain-dotted helmet before placing it firmly on the ornate gas tank, the white paint shimmering beautifully in the pale lighting of the dreary morning. Kicking a leg over the custom bike, Vinyl absently pushed her drenched bangs from her forehead, the well-hidden carmine eyes lifting to rake down the familiar car parked outside the venue.

Walking forward slightly, Vinyl smiled at the powerful automobile, painted in Wonderbolt blue, hood adorned with a flaming phoenix design, matching the Mark of the owner in perfect detail. Smoothing her hands across the scooped hood, Vinyl smiled ruefully at the still-warm metal, her face falling as she turned, scanning the blacktop before facing toward the large, double doors of the venue. Tugging on the ornate handles, she slipped inside, instantly greeted by a familiar din of voices echoing around the inner hall of the vintage theatre. Shrugging out of the damp jacket, Vinyl walked slowly down the center aisle, focus skipping between the two occupants of the stage, a small frown tugging at her lips.

Tossing a small wave to the violinist that sat just on the edge of the platform, booted feet casually dangling, large book tucked under one arm, Vinyl flashed an uneasy smile. Turning toward the side stairs, Vinyl carefully climbed the polished wood before joining the pair of women on the stage, violet lenses glistening like diamonds in the bright lights. Spitfire looked up and jerked her chin at the musician, brown eyes carefully mulling over the jockey.

"Didn't think you'd show, Scratch."

"Felt a bit cagey."

Tossing the damp jacket on the edge of the stage, Vinyl rolled her shoulders before approaching the large black piano, fingers lifting to swipe across the neck of her patiently waiting guitar before taking a seat behind the ivories. Spitfire scoffed and hurried to her feet, legs churning as she approached the piano, hands palming the soft finish before she hopped up to sit on the closed top. Gesturing toward the pianist, the flame-haired pilot meticulously looked over the haggard appearance of the jockey.

"When's the last time you slept, V?"

"Sunday."

"It's fucking Thursday."

"That's unfortunate."

Spit narrowed her eyes, a growing uneasiness roiling in her gut. Reaching forward, she plucked off the violet lenses and slid them over her own wild hair, gaze focusing on the emptiness encompassing the normally impassioned red eyes. Spit tipped forward, hand scraping along the silky finished surface as she leaned toward the jockey, eyes locked as she tilted. Vinyl cocked her head, blinking slowly.

"Let's go through some reps before the guys get here."

"Not until you talk to me."

Annoyed, Vinyl pushed back from the piano, hand moving to swipe her lenses from the pilot before stepping skillfully around the irritated woman. Plucking her guitar from the stand, she adjusted the strap around her torso before attaching the wireless pack and plugged in the guitar, grinning when she heard the hum emitting from the stack behind the curtain. Scorching the pilot with a challenging glare, Vinyl curled her lip in disdain before watching the flyer slide down from the piano.

Symphony eyed both women as they circled one another, wills clashing as Spitfire studied the unbalanced guitarist. Brows twitching, Vinyl dropped her glasses over her eyes before playing a chord, lips twisting in a disapproving grimace. Turning her sights to the violinist just behind Spit, she jerked her head, tongue escaping to trace her bottom lip.

"Strings, call off your attack dog. Spit, stop fucking looking at me like that."

Symphony, from her relaxed position on the edge of the stage, frowned, teal eyes searching the women as they continued to move around one another, willing the other to back down. Vinyl suddenly broke the tentative waltz, fingers gracing the frets as she fell into playing a short tune. Vinyl slowly moved around the stage, fingers never ceasing in their movement, focus drawn to the instrument as she played. The stingy pilot merely grunted before disappearing behind the curtains and cut the power to the jockey's stack, pleased when the DJ snapped her head up to stare at the captain. Emerging from behind the curtains, Spit felt her hands drop to her hips, fingers digging in harshly as she watched the DJ.

"Vinyl, chill out for a second. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Now plug my amp back in before I beat you."

Symphony finally climbed to her feet, carefully stowing the book on the stage before she moved to stand between the two women. Tossing an aggrieved look to her lover, she pivoted and smiled kindly to the jockey.

"Hey, V, ignore her. Are you doing okay? We haven't heard from you in a while."

"I was writing. Sorry."

Sensing the tumultuous emotions shifting just below the surface, Symphony closed the space separating her from the detached DJ and lifted her arms to crush the other woman in a comforting embrace. Vinyl stiffened before finally relenting, fingers tracing the hem of the violinist's well-loved sweater as she stooped. Tugging away from the warmth, Vinyl half-shrugged, lenses lifting to slowly expose the primal, carmine eyes to the bright lights of the theatre.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Lyra tells me you've been holed up in the apartment for the last week."

"In all fairness, I left to spin at Rave most nights."

"Vinyl."

The jockey sighed gravely, hands lifting the guitar over her shoulder before stalking over to place it on its stand. Fingers twitching, Vinyl pulled at the tangles in the still wet hair, a myriad of emotion skittering across the pale face. Spitfire lurched forward and stepped in the path of the spiraling spinner, hands flying up to calm the musician. Hissing, Vinyl ripped herself away from the contact, eyes wounded, feral. Ceasing the frenetic motion, Scratch crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head, forcing the ragged breaths escaping her lips to steady. Cracking her shoulders, Vinyl zeroed in on the two women on the stage before her.

"Octavia called me. I was writing-- I don't have time to socialize when I'm writing."

Symphony nodded, unaffected at the small admittance. She had been in contact with the emotional cellist just a few days prior, filling herself in where information was scarce. Spitfire grunted at the confession, brown eyes eclipsed in irritation.

"Oh yeah? What'd she say?"

"Couldn't fucking tell you. Didn't listen."

She fished the new phone out of her pocket and tossed it at the pilot, eyes flickering as she steeled her nerves, face falling into emotional ruin.

"I still have the voicemails. I can't take it. Why can't she just leave me alone?"

Spit looked down at the screen, eyes staring at the small icon in the corner of the large display, a small number accompanying the image. Spit held the phone out to Symphony before steadying herself to walk the few steps to the distressed pianist, eyes never wavering from the stony visage.

"You ever gonna see what she wants?"

"... why should I?"

"Because it might help--"

"Every time I hear my phone ring, a part of me dies inside, even if it's not Octavia. Tell me how to stop that from happening, and then maybe I'll have the nerve to confront that woman."

Breezing passed the pilot, Vinyl escaped behind the curtain and flicked the power back on to the amp, satisfied when her strings made the correct sounds in the atmosphere. The sound of heavy doors opening echoed around the vast space, only to be drowned out by the familiar cacophony of male voices as the three very late musicians finally breached the arena. Smiling at the men, Vinyl flicked her eyes to the glowering Spit, glasses again sliding down to cover the tear-filled eyes.

The men noisily filed onto the stage, each carrying their respective instrument as they scattered along the polished platform. Symphony smiled at Spit before heading toward the side exit, hands absently brushing across tense shoulders as she left. The tallest of the men, a young bassist with striking gray eyes and a thick head of burgundy hair, grinned merrily before slapping the jockey on the back.

"Glad to get the band back together, eh, Pony?"

Tossing a look over her shoulder, she smiled, lenses shifting at the movement.

"Shut the hell up, Bone."

Another man slid in behind the piano, quiet bronze eyes focusing on the DJ as she absently plucked a string on her guitar, signaling he was on piano duty for the moment. The third male, the shortest, hooked into the wireless, his vibrant green ax hanging low on slim hips as he looked to Spitfire, chocolate eyes silently urging her forward. Scoffing, Spitfire approached the kit tucked carefully at the back end of the stage before collapsing onto the stool, hands grabbing at the sticks as she plainly spun one with her left hand. Staring at Vinyl, she curled her lip, brown eyes daring her to break.

"Waiting on you, bitch."

Octavia pressed her lips together, a sense of dread snaking its way down her body. She sat, curled up in the rear of her father's limousine as she was on her way back to her apartment. The rain had stopped for the moment, allowing her a brief reprieve from the relentless weather. Sighing softly, the cellist leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the rear window as the car moved, impossibly sad eyes scanning the dreary scenery with mindless complacency. Gasping, Octavia straightened as the neared the Harwan, vision focusing on the three vehicles parked outside the iconic structure. Snapping her head to the side, she motioned wildly for the driver to stop.

"Martin, pull over, please!"

Doing as requested, the older man gently shifted the car over before stopping completely. Octavia scrambled from the back quickly and slammed the door, feet rapidly approaching the soaked cycle as it sat, still, in the thick atmosphere. Martin stepped from the car and peered over the long roof, eyes clouding.

"Miss Octavia?"

Mulberry eyes transfixed, Octavia ran an unsteady hand along the wet leather of the seat before tracing the beads of water on the pearly gas tank and helmet, hands climbing higher to tightly grip the chrome of the handlebars. Biting back the bitter tears threatening to spill, Octavia lifted her eyes to focus on the convertible, a strange turmoil splashing through her as an image of the fiery pilot swept through her brain. Shaking free the image, Octavia refocused on the bike, hands moving of their own accord as her mind began to wander. An impossibly soft noise to her right pulled just enough, eyes slipping up to focus on the impeccably dressed driver.

"Are you all right, Miss Octavia?"

"Yes, I... I'll be okay here, you may go."

Hesitating, the man tipped his hat to her, but gently shook his head.

"No, ma'am. I've been--"

"I'll make it home, Martin. Please. I'll be fine."

Pausing to gauge her actions, the man smiled kindly before turning to return to the limo. Slipping inside, the man easily slid back into traffic before heading toward the garage. Returning her sights to the bike, Octavia sighed heavily, falling back into the memories shared on the back of the motorcycle. A clap of thunder, close by the sound of it, grounded the cellist for a moment, the tears she felt stinging her eyes returning with astounding defiance. Scrambling toward the Harwan, she paused, hand wrapped painfully around the ornate handles as she warred with either the option of fight or flight. Hearing the rain beginning to fall, Octavia quietly slid inside and closed the doors with nary a sound, heart hammering painfully in her chest as she quickly scurried away from the doors.

A mixture of voices reached the sensitive ears, the cellist only recognizing three of the several tones. Slipping toward the left, she made short work of the ornate foyer before approaching the balcony stairs. Unhooking the red velvet rope, Octavia silently ascended the stairs, a deafening ringing drowning out the roar of blood in her ears. Cresting the stairs, Octavia crept low toward the railing before peaking over, eyes immediately landing on the pale jockey before scanning the stage.

Spitfire sat, reclining, behind a large drum kit, fiery hair bright in contrast with the surrounding stage area. Three men stood together at center stage, guitars strung carelessly around their lithe, punkish forms. Octavia flicked her eyes back to Vinyl as she sat, stooping over the keys of the piano, wild blue hair mussed and spiky with a certain dampness. Octavia curled her hands around the cool wood of the railing, amethyst eyes casually watching the exchange on stage. She watched as Vinyl stood, a thin bandage wrapped around one forearm, angry pink cuts glaringly obvious, even from high above. The jockey waved her hand, voice escaping in a deep wave.

"Guys, we're going to do the heavy stuff. That's what we do."

The middle player, the backup pianist, grinned and approached the spinner, bronze eyes glowing with quiet adoration for the jockey.

"Bull honky, Scratch. You're gonna sing, with that piano, and own the balls offa Fall Fest. That voice is too sweet to drown completely with our noise."

"That's a nice idea, Stiteler, but we're just gonna stick with--"

Bone walked forward and tucked the jockey against his side, steel eyes glittering with humor.

"Pony, you can sing the pants off the princesses, so we're gonna give you a slow one. Pick it, we'll break it down now."

Spit nodded, both hands absently whirling the sticks as she smiled at the jockey. Red eyes scanning the supportive faces, Vinyl shrugged and smirked before returning to the piano. The stage fell quiet for a moment, the jockey running through the many songs she wanted to perform. Octavia, from her perch above the seating, sunk into a chair in the front row, sad eyes watching as the musicians playfully interacted on the massive stage. A click from behind her shoulder startled her, causing her to spin wildly, eyebrows drawn in concern. Symphony smiled down at her before she continued onward, stopping only to drop in the chair next to the cellist.

"How long have you been up here?"

"How did you know I was up here?"

Symphony smiled before frowning, eyes searching the cellist's dejected slump of perfect shoulders.

"I didn't know it was you. I saw the rope down when I went to the bathroom."

Nodding, Octavia merely kept her gaze outward, eyes following every minute movement of the pianist. Symphony kept her own focus on Octavia, teal eyes taking in every striking detail of the subdued cellist.

"You can go down there, you know. None of those guys can even hold a candle to Lyra."

"I don't think that would be wise."

Tearing her vision from the quiet musicians, Octavia finally met the eyes of her friend, an echoing hurt pulsing from deep within the dark orbs. Symphony grasped at the cellist's forearm, eyebrows drawing high in her trepidation.

"Vinyl mentioned that you had called her."

"I did. I even went to the places she works, but... I could never get in."

Symphony was silent for a moment, words tumbling around before she grinned.

"I think Vinyl black-listed you."

"It wouldn't surprise me."

They were silent for a moment, both women intrigued by the group on the stage below. Vinyl absently tapped at a few keys before cracking her knuckles. The jockey smiled to the guitarist, head bobbing in understanding.

"Count in for 'Heart,' got it, fellas?"

Vinyl began to play, fingers dancing nimbly across the keys.

"I will wander 'til the end of time, torn away from you."

Spit counted in with the drums as Vinyl increased her playing, voice breaking into a long note as the rest of the band joined in.

"I pulled away to face the pain. I close my eyes and drift away, over the fear that I will never find a way to heal my soul. And I will wander 'til the end of time, torn away from you."

Octavia stiffened, hollow eyes staring at the jockey, tears falling unnoticed.

"My heart is broken. Sweet sleep, my dark angel. Deliver us, from sorrow's hold. Over my heart. I can't go on living this way. And I can't go back the way I came. Chained to this fear that I will never find a way to heal my soul. And I will wander 'til the end of time, half alive without you."

Symphony sat forward in her seat, the words blanketing the intense flaring of her heart, the meaning behind the words tumbling harshly in her subconscious. Octavia gripped the balcony railing, knuckles white with the exertion, impossibly drawn to the emotional display.

"Change. Open your eyes to the light. I denied it all so long. Oh so long. Say goodbye. Goodbye. My heart is broken. Release me. I can't hold on, deliver us."

Gentle notes wafted gently from the piano as the band wound down, Spitfire the first to deflate, hands falling numbly at her sides. She watched Vinyl, sitting motionless, hands still resting easily on the keys. The boys grinned and gently nudged one another, eyes trained on the talented singer.

"Great fucking jam, Scratch. That one definitely has to make it."

The bassist smiled toothily, eyes shimmering with utter surprise at the amazingly personal song.

"Yeah, Scratch. If you're down, we'll back it 100%."

Vinyl smiled, reflexive, a certain preoccupation taking residence on the perfect lips.

"Don't know, guys. We'll see."

Octavia released the breath she had been holding, body finally reacting to the emotional stimulus currently coursing through her shattered vessel. Symphony sat beside her, teal eyes shadowed with concentration. Chancing a breath, Octavia folded her shaking hands into her lap, lip curling into her mouth as she paused.

"I don't know why I came here."

"You missed Vinyl."

They locked eyes, Octavia the first to break the bewitching spell that surrounded them, ignoring the incessant niggling in the back of her mind, eyes focused on the jockey as she strapped the guitar across her body, fingers stroking the strings. Releasing a painfully unbalanced breath, Octavia shook her head against the building tension in her stomach, eyes screwing shut as more tears crashed through her weakened defenses.

"I have a sneaking suspicion that song is about me and how much of a royal screw up I am."

"That's pretty vain of you, Melody."

"It's true, though, isn't it?"

Symphony sighed and searched the hooded eyes, a small smile stretching her lips.

"Probably. For the past week, Vinyl's been locked in her apartment writing. That song is new, I know. Never heard it before, but the guys pick up new music pretty quickly. I know they've been meeting a few times this week, too. Middle of the night, normally, but Spit demanded a daylight showing."

"All I want to do is go down there and throw my arms around that woman, but I know she'd... well, she wouldn't like it very much."

"Vinyl's cycling. You need to talk to her. You should today, because you're here and because the longer it takes, the less likely it can be fixed."

"I just... want to watch for now."

Symphony sighed heavily but leaned back in her chair, hands moving to slide inside the pockets of her jacket, chilled at the air in the room. Octavia continued to focus her rapt attention on the stage, skin prickling with infinite goosebumps as she watched the musicians fall out of practice and into simple relating.

Vinyl paced the stage, fingers drumming her jawline as the four musicians carefully folded themselves up on the stage, instruments carefully stowed for the moment. Shoulders slumping, Vinyl collapsed on the stage and slid off the trademark lenses, exhausted red eyes hopefully gazing at the band. Muse, the background guitarist, piped up first, knuckles absently thumping on the stage.

"It's great, you know. You finally singing again after all these years."

Stiteler piped up, hands smoothing the soft, moss green mohawk that had drooped from playing so fervently.

"Yeah, what happened? Last we all heard from Bone, you had pretty much given up the music..."

Laughing despite herself, Vinyl shook her head, eyes instantly landing on the wounded look of the stunt pilot, an unspoken agreement rising between them.

"I met a girl and she gave me my voice back. I came out with a pretty shitty trade, though. She gave me my voice and I... I gave her my heart. Don't know what the fuck I was thinking, how can you write music without heart?"

The men merely chuckled at the story, none the wiser of the heart-wrenching truth behind it. Spitfire pinned the DJ with a stirring look, bright eyes swirling with potent commitment. Vinyl bowed her head at the reverie, eyes watering slightly as she forced down the emotion.

Octavia bit her lip at hearing the echo of the words pinch at her emotions, a sour foolishness sweeping through the cellist. Symphony offered silent support, a chilled hand placed expertly over her fellow strings player's wrist, numb digits clamping automatically. The men on stage chuckled and pulled the DJ to her feet, urging her toward the guitar, itching to perform some more. Spitfire climbed to her feet as well, hands wiping nonexistent dirt off the black jeans that clung to all the proper curves.

Octavia watched, emotionally immobilized, eyes staring at the jockey as they fell back into playing. Eventually, Octavia grew restless, chest heaving as a swarm of emotions engulfed her thoughts, choking out her ability to stave off an emotional lapse. Standing quietly, Octavia slowly receded toward the stairs, Symphony hot on her heels. Heading quickly toward the entrance doors, careful to avoid the open theatre doors, Octavia was stopped by the violinist as she tugged the pea coat the woman wore.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know."

"Talk to her, Octavia."

"I wouldn't know what to say."

"How about 'I'm sorry?'"

Quickly, and with an unknown strength, she pulled Symphony to her, clinging to the violinist before releasing her just as easily.

"I'll fix this. I'm sorry."

Octavia slipped out the door within the same breathe, doors soundlessly falling closed. Symphony blew the bangs from her eyes as she turned and entered the playing area, eyes drawn to the two-tone spinner as she stood at the edge of the stage. Lifting the violet lenses, Vinyl pinned the woman with an impossible look.

"Was... that Octavia?"

Symphony nodded. Vinyl lifted her eyes to look out the open doors of the large room, blue eyebrows knitting painfully.

"Why didn't she stay?"

"You and I both know the answer to that."

Tiredly, Symphony approached the front row of the area and picked up the long forgotten book, tucking it on her lap as she settled in the chair. Vinyl continued to stare out the open doors, red eyes fluttering as she turned to regard her crew.

"Okay, from the top."

Vinyl laughed easily with the boys, the familiar bond renewing almost instantly, even after so many years. They worked in tune with one another as they cleared the stage, the many cords and wires being carefully wrapped and stowed in rolling cases to be moved outside. Four guitars were carefully cased and prepared for moving, the large drum kit packed and shifted toward the large storage area in the back. Vinyl ran a soft cloth over the revered piano, red eyes drowning in thought as she kept her hands moving. Spitfire filled the space beside her in an instant, hand curling around her shoulder as she worked.

"I'm really freakin' proud of you, Scratch."

"Proud of the fact that I'm an emotional wreck with no real understanding of why people say and do the things they do?"

"Mm, yeah, pretty much."

Vinyl smiled at the pilot, an immeasurable sadness spilling forth from the bright red eyes.

"You're such a pain in the ass."

"Yeah, V, but I'm your pain in the ass."

Feeling overcome by the simple statement, Vinyl threw her arms around the neck of the captain and released a shuddering sigh, arms tightening around the shoulders she so desperately clung to.

"I'm really goddamn glad you're home."

It was a whisper, one that Spitfire was sure to have heard correctly. Wrapping her arms around the waist of the jockey, she simply relaxed into the hold and patiently held the fraying jockey as she struggled to swallow the jagged emotion. A swirl of soft words suddenly surrounded the pair as the men moved in for a friendly group hug, drawing a strangled laugh from the jockey as she playfully kicked at a nearby leg.

"Get out of here, friggin' homos."

Laughs aside, Vinyl detached from the pilot and hugged the men in turn, stopping to slug Bone in the arm before curling into his arms.

"I'm really thankful for you guys. Be safe getting home, I'll see yas in a few days for more practice."

Nodding, the boys loaded up the equipment and headed off the stage before disappearing at the top of the aisle. Symphony seemed to materialize next to the stunt pilot, teal eyes warm as she regarded the jockey.

"Ready for home, Scratch?"

"Yeah, and a stiff drink."

Avoiding the half-hearted swing of the pilot's arm, Vinyl headed toward the side steps and began the walk toward the exit doors. Spitfire and Symphony followed close behind, arms interlocked as they easily strolled out into the foyer. Vinyl slid her shouldered bag out of the way as she lifted her fingers to the hidden alarm pad, waiting patiently as she pressed the proper sequence. Signaling for the pair to leave, Vinyl hit the 'Arm' key and scrambled out the front doors behind them. Spinning to lock the massive doors, she pulled on the handles, checking to make sure they were secure before turning toward her bike.

Freezing, the hidden red eyes widened as her vision landed on the practically drenched cellist as she sat, leaning against the seat of her motorcycle. Carmine eyes flicking toward the equally surprised pair, Vinyl licked her lips and strengthened her hold on the bag strap. Spit cleared her throat and steered Symphony toward the car, brown eyes pinning the downcast cellist with a strong gaze. Half-lifting her head, Octavia followed the pair out of the corner of her eye, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of her pea coat.

Flinching at the slamming of the car doors, Octavia squeezed her eyes shut as the large engine rumbled to life, the roaring sound reverberating around the rain-soaked atmosphere. Hearing the car shift, Octavia turned to watch the massive sports car pull slowly into the street before Spitfire pushed the car toward their intended destination. Exhaling the breath she had been holding, Octavia twisted her head forward, mulberry eyes carefully scanning the sodden form of the jockey. The rain fell quietly, menacingly as the two women studied each other, faces unwavering.

Octavia pushed off from the leather seat, body adjusting to the impossibly wet clothes as they clung painfully to her skin, leaving her even more uncomfortable in the tense space. Vinyl adjusted the weight on her back before dropping her hand, molten keys glinting in the low, wet light. Jerking one shoulder, the jockey took an unsteady step forward, mouth twisting in mild displeasure.

"What?"

The question was simple, though Octavia found herself fumbling for an answer. Calming the deafening crash of her rapidly beating pulse, she wordlessly focused her gaze on the DJ.

"I'm sorry."

"That's nice. Move."

Octavia side-stepped as Vinyl shifted, falsely blocking the wide open path. Vinyl sneered, violet lenses hiding the red eyes Octavia so desperately craved. The cellist shook her head and moved again, matching the steps of the jockey.

"Not until we talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you."

"Then maybe you can listen."

The words tumbled out in a quick, nervous jumble, the mulberry eyes igniting with impassioned reverence. She stood, arms down at her sides, body screaming her despair. Vinyl snorted and shook her head, droplets of water dripping easily from the choppy, blue locks before she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fuck off."

Octavia felt herself flinch at the words, though she remained steady, gaze never wavering from the violet lenses.

"I'm sorry for all that's happened. I'm sorry for hurting you, for lying to you, ignoring you..."

She chanced a step forward, elated when the jockey made no move to flee.

"Vinyl, I was wrong. Wrong about a lot of things. I never meant for any of that to happen. That night at the banquet, I--"

"You hurt me."

The cellist felt her mouth drop open at the simple words, a crushing wave of tears instantly spilling from the glossy amethyst eyes. Octavia nodded and inched closer to the despondent jockey, hands flexing nervously at her sides.

"Yes, I did. I'm so sor--"

"It took every ounce of energy I had not to fucking put you through that wall."

Octavia nodded, lip curling into her mouth. She stopped in her movement, body within touching distance of the tense spinner.

"I know."

It was a whisper, a silent admittance to the treacherous emotional torment that the cellist had imposed upon the sensitive pianist. Octavia shuddered as cold acknowledgement twisted through her gut, choking the already shaking breaths. Mulberry eyes frantically searched the lenses, wishing hopelessly to see past the opaque barrier to the deadly hurt in those deep, ruby eyes. Vinyl shook her head, finally realizing the proximity of the cellist. A burning agony oozed across her shoulders, flaring within the spinner an inner need to flee. Harnessing the pain in her chest, Vinyl shook her head and stepped backward, distancing herself from the woman.

"I wish you knew pain, Octavia. I wish you knew what it meant to have every emotion in your chest ripped out and tortured, one by one, right in front of your eyes. I wish I knew how to stop drowning in you."

Octavia bit her lip, attempting to keep the breath-taking hurt at bay. Vinyl shook her head and attempted to skirt around the crippled cellist but was stopped by hopeless fingers twisting in the cloth of her rain-soaked jacket.

"I will not go away, Vinyl."

"You're not welcome here anymore."

Gaining confidence, Octavia lifted her eyes to focus on the dripping lenses, mouth turning in an agonized smile.

"If you think for one moment that I will let you slip away from me, you are sadly mistaken. I once devoted my life to my craft, and now I will devote all of my passion and energy into fixing this, fixing you. Because that is what you do when you hurt those closest to you, when you hurt the people you--"

Vinyl shook her head and carefully removed herself from the cellist, jaw tightly clenched.

"If you need to be forgiven to move on, then fine. Forgiven. Fucking disappear, Octavia. You're not worth all of this agony."

Vinyl ruptured the bubble around them as she darted passed the cellist, free hand snatching up the helmet. Straddling the massive machine, Vinyl secured the chinstrap to her helmet before resettling the weight at her back. Octavia smoothly approached and grabbed the DJ's arm, mulberry eyes glowing.

"You cannot hide from me forever, Scratch."

Growling, Vinyl slid the glasses from her eyes, the heart-stopping edge in those red eyes instantly annihilating the cellist.

"I don't intend to hide. I intend on forgetting ever fucking meeting you in this fucking building all those fucking months ago. Best of fucking luck, Melody."

Vinyl pulled out on the street a moment later, throttle rumbling as she tore off down the block. Octavia remained stock still for a moment, a despairing emotion spinning in her head. Clenching her jaw, she stuffed her hands in her pocket and started walking, water-splashed face twisting as she walked.

"We will get past this."

Vinyl continued cursing colorfully under her breath as she stalked down the hallway before bursting through the familiar door, startling the two occupants of the apartment as they quickly broke apart, fumbling for cover. Spitfire merely grumbled and fell back to resting against the sofa, shirt missing, jeans slightly askew. Symphony torched the occupied DJ with a bitter glare, arms crossed against her chest, face colored in a light blush. Huffing, the violinist stooped to pick up her discarded shirt and slipped back into it before smoothing the tousled hair and approached the pacing jockey.

Ripping the slick glasses from her face, Vinyl caught the violinist with a damaged gaze, red eyes glazed and unfocused. It was obvious the spinner had been crying, and Symphony quickly reached a hand out to help comfort the frazzled nerves of her old friend.

"Hey, Vinyl, sweetie... calm down. Talk. What happened?"

Frowning at the words, Vinyl skated around the woman and began pacing in between the kitchen and living area, finally stopping as her eyes landed on the clearly irritated, disorderly pilot lying half-dressed on the sofa. Vinyl cracked a guilty smile, eyes filtering back up to focus on Symphony as she stood, hands at her hips.

"Sorry."

Spitfire absently waved her off, deep sigh escaping as she curled an arm under her head, brown eyes grazing the jockey's tense frame.

"What'd Octavia say?"

"What the fuck didn't Octavia say?"

Vinyl sat heavily on the floor, drenched clothing sliding awkwardly along as the DJ settled. Symphony approached the couch and sat in the space where her lover's legs had just been, casually pulling a shapely calf into her lap as she studied the blue-haired musician.

"Talk to me, V, tell me how to help."

Vinyl snapped her orbs back up to the calm violinist, eyes again watering before she ground her palms against the scratchy orbs, a rasping cry escaping the trembling lips.

"She said that she was sorry, that she wouldn't go away, that she would fucking devote all of her time and passion and whatever the hell else into fixing her fuck up."

Both the relaxed women frowned, the uneasiness enough to draw Spitfire up to be seated on the couch. Leaning her elbows on her knees, Spit dipped forward.

"'k, and what'd you say?"

"I basically told her to screw off."

The pianist chuckled humorlessly at the words, the bitterness standing out painfully against the red eyes. Symphony lamented, eyes slipping closed as her fingers mindlessly rubbed at her forehead.

"You've been wanting to talk to Octavia for--"

"Yeah, and then I actually fucking talked to Octavia. All I could fucking think about was her face that night. It made my blood boil. I mean, how freaking dare she just think apologizing could fix that!?"

"Didn't you say she was devoting her time and energy into fixing this?"

Pinning the pilot with a venomous snarl, Vinyl balled her fists and gently placed them against the warm hardwood.

"Do you really believe that?"

Holding the fiery gaze, Spitfire simply nodded.

"Yeah, kinda."

Eyes slitting in confusion, Vinyl climbed to her feet and edged toward the boorish pilot.

"Where the hell is that coming from, Spit."

Symphony squeezed the woman's hand before regarding the unbalanced spinner.

"Vinyl, calm down."

"I will not calm down. What the hell is going on here? Are you guys on Team Octavia all of a sudden?"

"No, I'm just trying to get you to think for a damn minute."

Vinyl swayed, nostrils flaring as a potent fury began to fester in her veins, boiling to an unavoidable magnitude.

"Think about what? That I could have kissed her today and didn't? That she looked at me with such determination, that I might actually believe she wanted to fix us? Because I'd rather fucking not think about that."

Surprised, the violinist was on her feet in an instant, hands grasping the jockey's arms in a vice-like grip.

"What happened?"

"I already told you. Shit got too real and I had to leave. I'm terrified of that because I'm afraid of getting hurt if I let her back in. She said that I was close to her and that she'd never stop trying to fix this. I demanded she disappear and said she wasn't worth the agony. I'm immersed in her. And it fucking terrifies me."

Spitfire stood as well, bare feet padding quietly on the floor as she approached the entrenched woman, eyes alight with careful understanding.

"You're really dumb, you know that?"

Jerking back at the words, the shock was quickly replaced with blazing irritation, the red eyes storming with brutish annoyance.

"What the hell, Spit?"

"You finally get your chance to be open and honest with the cellist and you fucking bottle up and bolt. You don't run. You stand and fight. You make yourself crazy over her performing. You put up with the Canterlot Elite to make sure she has a date to an important event. You stay up during your sleep time to take her out for a day on the town after a stressful week. You fumble over your appointments so you don't miss her shows. So who the hell is this spineless imbecile standing here, telling me that she ran away from a goddamn cellist?"

Vinyl felt her eye twitch, simply dumbfounded at the small speech. Smiling ruefully, the jockey wiped at an errant tear before laughing, the incensed motion causing her to crumple to the floor, mouth suspended in quiet surprise. Spitfire hauled the jockey to her feet and hugged her, strong arms enveloping the woman in heated comfort.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment and go find Octavia."

Pulling the jockey away, she squeezed her once before letting her go, gently pushing her in the direction of the door. Eyes lifting to regard Symphony, she nodded at the lazy smile she saw there. Vinyl approached the door and deftly opened it, pausing for a minute to throw a lasting look at the couple before disappearing out the door. Symphony looked over at the smug pilot, teal eyes darkening as she gently pushed the pilot back to sitting on the couch. Slipping between parted knees, Symphony absently brushed her hand over the soft peaks of the wild orange hair, teal eyes glistening.

"That was so unbelievably hot."

Vinyl piloted the bike to a quiet stop, having cut the engine before getting too close to the imposing structure. Flipping down the kickstand, Vinyl tilted the bike to rest on the thick support before flipping her leg over to stand. Pulling off the helmet, she slung it over the handlebars and stood beside the bike, eyes looking up at the sixth story row of windows dotting the landmark. She remained, frozen to her spot, for an impossible amount of time, the rain having turned colder as the daylight finally flickered out. Forcing the frigid hands into the damp pockets, Vinyl pushed off from the curb and headed toward the building.

Inside the foyer, she shook the stubborn droplets from her hair, body suppressing a shiver as she felt a tickle in the back of her throat. Breathing into the pale hands, Vinyl slowly approached the elevators, finger lifting to press the button before having too much to process it. She was in the elevator and moving upward before she realized, startled when the heavy, metal doors opened beside her. Stalking out into the hallway, Vinyl nervously looked around, a distracting heat pouring down from her scalp, a certain uneasiness pooling in her skull.

Inching slowly forward, Vinyl felt her thoughts wander, fragments of memories skipping across her mind's eyes. Realizing she had completed her journey, Vinyl stared blankly at the bold numbers, the familiar sight of them burning hotly in her brain. A well-worn memory skittered across her focus, the all-too familiar voice of her mother echoing loudly in her ears.

Follow your heart, wherever it may lead you.

Sliding the lenses from her eyes, Vinyl cast her eyes downward, a familiar fire burning from deep within her chest. Pieces of the past few months bounced around her brain, eyes softening with each new image. The jostling of a knob broke her focus, eyes snapping up to stare at the door as it suddenly swung open, the vision of the cellist fully visible. Surprised, the tear-stained cellist licked her lips, the motion drawing the intense focus of the jockey.

"Vin--"

The jockey surged forward, hands tangling in the raven locks as she pulled the cellist forward, mouths crashing together in a heated dance, lips sliding roughly against the cellist's as she eagerly returned the frenzied embrace. Hands lifting, Octavia curled her fingers around perfect hips, rolling their bodies together in the small space of the hallway. Vinyl pulled away a moment later, chest heaving against the player, head spinning at the incredible taste of the woman on her lips. Almost panting against the bruised mouth, Octavia threaded her hand through the wild hair, lips brushing the DJ's in silent adoration.

"I love you."

Author's Notes:

First and foremost, thank you to all of my friends, new and old, for supporting me and my story so whole-heartedly. The comments, the likes, the groups... it's all so much, but thank you so very much! IT ALL HAPPENED SO QUICKLY, OH GOD THE PRESSURE. So, uh... onward: I was told to ask how to handle this, seeing if it'd be a good choice for sex or not, depending on how people felt. I might have to change the rating anyway, considering Vinyl curses like a sailor. I hope this chapter's worth it, I'm sorry it's so late. Be thankful, though! X&Y came out today, so you're super lucky I wrote at all. Excuse mistakes! Happy Saturday night!

PS: Thanks for giving my little dog and pony show over 100 favorites!

What This Is

Vinyl jerked back at the small confession, eyes wide and unfocused. Blinking quickly, the two-tone spinner stared blankly ahead, eyebrows twisting on her forehead as the words tumbled through her subconscious. Forgoing any platitudes, Octavia tugged the jockey inside her apartment and closed the door, keeping the two-tone woman against the door as she desperately searched the bewildered face.

"Vinyl--"

"What did you just say?"

"I said that I loved you. And I meant it. I'm so sorry."

Vinyl narrowed her eyes at the cellist, an echo of hurt skittering across the pale face of the jockey.

"Sorry for loving me?"

Octavia frowned and stepped forward, hands lifting to gently cup the emotionally tense face of the jockey.

"No. I'm sorry for hurting you."

Vinyl collapsed against the door, shoulders drooped in silent defeat. Sliding a still wet hand down her face, the DJ focused hard on the strings player, head shaking slowly.

"I came over here to... I don't even know what. I wasn't expecting this."

"Would you like to sit down? Maybe we could..."

"Talk?"

Octavia bit her lip, eyes watering slightly as she steadied her gaze on the woman. Vinyl still stood, leaning heavily against the wooden door, red eyes trained on the grave face of the cellist, hands rubbing the front of her jeans in nervousness. Shaking her head, Vinyl tangled her fingers in the wet hair, eyes twisting shut.

"I came here expecting to yell at you and let go of all this frustration. But then my brain wanted to wander and I wound up sitting outside your building for a damn hour before I somehow got up here. I don't know what the hell I was expecting, but kissing you was not on that list."

Octavia frowned, fingers absently fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, violet orbs flicking to stare at the spot above Vinyl's head, tears again tickling the thick, black lashes of the cellist.

"Why did you, then? If you never meant to."

Pushing up from the door, Vinyl began to pace the hardwood, eyes dropping down to focus on the ornate design of the area rug. Hands flexing, the jockey stilled her body, her inner voice pounding loudly against her eardrums.

"Because I've been wanting to kiss you since the day we met. And I don't know, maybe I was afraid that I'd say something stupid and mean in my outburst tonight, and that I'd never be able to see you again... let alone kiss you."

Octavia walked the few paces that separated her from the jockey before stopping just beside the distraught musician, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

"Vinyl, I know I've been very cold to you--"

Eyes lifting, Vinyl locked on the cellist, mouth curling in a scowl.

"Don't."

"I'm sorry."

Vinyl continued her pacing, palms lifting to rub together, face contorting as tears suddenly burst forth.

"I really want to fucking hate you, Octavia."

"I know."

"How can you be so fucking calm about this? Do you have any idea what it's been like for me? Knowing that I'm just some fucking dreaded existence in your life? Someone to pass the time when you get bored?"

Octavia clicked her tongue before ruffling her bangs, lips blowing out a loud exhale.

"I never meant any of those things."

"You were worried about your reputation."

Octavia focused on the jockey's red eyes, so alive with a flurry of emotion, as they stared hard at the cellist, devouring every minute detail of the sullen face.

"I was. You're correct in that assumption, Vinyl. I was worried about what would happen if I fell in love with you. I was worried what my parents would think, and my section members, and anyone else that had ever even heard of me. I was so caught up in what didn't matter that I completely ignored everything that did."

"I've never felt such pain before."

Octavia snapped her focus back to the DJ, the tears finally releasing, blazing shimmering trails down the ashen face. Vinyl bit her lip hard, eyes screwing shut as she turned away from the cellist, a sob choking the air from her lungs as she finally started to unravel. Fumbling for the exit, Vinyl was stopped suddenly, blurring vision moving to stare blankly at the cellist as she leaned heavily on the door, stopping the DJ from escaping. Octavia pulled the jockey into her arms, squeezing tightly as the pent up emotion rolled in waves from the sobbing jockey, ultimately undoing the tattered control the spinner so desperately revered.

The pianist buckled, bringing both women to the floor with a certain heaviness, the resounding whimpers from the blue-haired musician floating dreadfully throughout the room. Octavia buried her face in the DJ's shoulder, fingers twisting in the damp material of the jockey's still-present jacket, arms tightening around the convulsing body as she held her, her own tears forgotten as Vinyl continued to cry. Tilting her body to lean against the door, Octavia pulled the spinner into her arms, lips dropping small kisses in the soaking hair, hands running down the length of the spinner's body in a soothing caress.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Octavia shuddered as she drew the DJ in closer, arms lifting to encircle the DJ's neck, fingers dancing through the wild hair, legs tangling in the jockey's as she lay against her. Moments passed before Vinyl started to calm, body collapsing heavily against the cellist as the tears finally slowed, breaths heaving. Pulling away just enough, Vinyl fixated on the crystalline orbs, eyes searching the amethyst depths before a sad smile tugged at the jockey's trembling lips.

"I hate you."

Octavia chuckled lightly, tears again slipping free before she tugged the DJ back against her chest, fingers gliding through the blue hair as she smiled despite herself.

"I know."

Vinyl traced nondescript shapes against the cellist's sweater before pulling away, carefully detangling herself from the warmth of the raven-haired player. Octavia frowned but pushed up from the wall, legs crossing beneath her as she settled, eyes scanning the DJ as she leaned against her knees. Vinyl snapped her vision back to Octavia, carmine eyes dancing along the openness of the cellist's face, warring with herself as she crouched on the floor before her.

"I don't want to feel this ever again."

"You won't."

"I don't know what to do."

"Do whatever your heart tells you to, Vinyl."

Vinyl blinked at the words, the same words filtering through her brain as she recalled an earlier memory. Licking her lips, Vinyl studied the cellist, her face damp with still falling tears, though her eyes burned with a fierce determination. Releasing a shaking breathe, Vinyl tilted forward, knees shifting, hands sliding around the cellist's folded knees before landing, splayed, on the floor on either side of the player's hips. Closing the space between them, Vinyl again searched the glowing amethyst orbs before her eyes slipped downward, studying the full lips parted slightly in silence.

Dipping her head, Vinyl chanced a small breath, eyes falling closed as she finally kissed the cellist, mouth sliding easily against the amazingly soft lips. Octavia released a soft hum before her fingers climbed to tangle in the hair at the base of the jockey's skull, remaining hand curling around the spinner's neck as she tugged her closer. Vinyl adjusted her weight on her hands, shifting forward as she angled her body to deepen the caress, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her throat as the cellist returned with equal fervor. Finally, Vinyl pulled back, their lips parting with a velvety smack, quick breaths mixing as they sat, suspended in the moment between them.

Vinyl tilted her forehead to Octavia's, crimson eyes opening to search the relaxed face of the cellist, eyes closed in simple delight. Almost sensing the sight upon her, Octavia opened her eyes and smiled, orbs dancing with an innate elation.

Smiling, Vinyl lifted her hand to carefully stroke the cellist's cheek, focus softening.

"I'm really fucking terrified."

Octavia smiled quietly before grasping the wandering hand, entwining her fingers with the jockey's before dropping their clasped hands over her chest.

"I'm here for whatever you need, whatever you want, whatever you crave. I'm so sorry, Vinyl. I hope one day you can forgive this."

Vinyl focused, face intent as she searched the amethyst eyes. Smirking, she nodded before dropping a quick peck on the full lips.

"Thank you."

The jockey removed herself from the cellist's space before climbing to her feet, hands stretched in an offering to the player. Smiling from her seated position, Octavia grabbed the proffered hands and was easily pulled to her feet before being enveloped in the jockey's strong arms. Contented, the cellist melted into the jockey's still-damp body, ignoring the cold cloth between them as she simply breathed in the spinner. Pulling back from the embrace, Octavia lifted her eyes to the face before her, hands lifting to smooth the small wrinkles on the pale forehead.

"Would you like to stay for a bit? Maybe we can just talk."

Vinyl thought for a moment, eyes never leaving the cellist before she eventually released the other woman, face twisting in concern.

"Actually... I have to go, I'm spinning tonight."

Fighting to keep the frown from surfacing, Octavia flashed a quick smile and bobbed her head.

"I should probably be getting to bed soon, anyway. Noteworthy called for a meeting tomorrow."

"Sure, sure. I'll... I'll call you. I really do want to talk. Night, Tav."

Opening the door for the jockey, Octavia pressed her lips into a sad smile and tilted her head in understanding.

"Good night, Vinyl."

Vinyl fumbled with the keys, body quaking slightly with an unshakeable chill. Suppressing a small cough, she finally found the right key and unlocked the silver handle, mouth twisting into a smile as the door opened before her, revealing a mildly amused candy maker at the threshold.

"You know you could just knock?"

Straightening, Vinyl smiled and followed the confectioner into the apartment.

"I didn't know if you'd be awake yet this early."

Smirking, Bonbon continued flitting around the apartment in preparation for her departure to work. Stopping briefly, kind blue eyes pinned the fidgeting jockey with a bemused look.

"Okay, Vinyl, what are you doing here? You know Lyra's hardly ever awake when I leave for work."

"I know. I just wanted to see somebody."

Taking a seat in the breakfast bar, Vinyl absently fidgeted with the bottle of syrup still on the table, mouth turning with a conflicted smile. Approaching the thoughtful jockey, Bonbon slid in across from her and tugged the bottle from the nervous hands.

"What's up, Pon?"

Locking eyes with the curious confectioner, Vinyl flashed a quick smile to the woman before frowning slightly.

"Nothing really."

Grinning, Bon nodded and squeezed the jockey's hand.

"I'll go wake Lyra up and tell her to put some clothes on."

Chuckling, Vinyl stood from her chair and approached the smug candy maker.

"Oh, you and Lyr have a good night?"

Winking, the bi-colored woman disappeared down the hallway, only to reappear a few moments later. Gathering her things to leave, Bon smiled at the jockey.

"She'll be out in a minute. Or you could go in there and pillow talk. I know how much you guys get done when you're in bed together."

Releasing a short laugh, Vinyl walked toward the confectioner before pulling the bags from her hands and drew her in for a hug. Surprised, the woman curled her arms around the taller DJ and stood quietly in the embrace for a moment.

"Thanks, B."

"For what?"

Waiting another moment, Vinyl stepped back from the woman and smiled down at her before bending to grab the few bags.

"For putting up with me all these years and for being so willing to share Lyra. I know I've put you guys through some shit, but thanks for always being there for her. I never really thanked you for being there when we needed you, so seriously... thanks."

Bowled over by the simple gesture, Bonbon smiled wide before nodding to the jockey.

"I used to really be jealous of the two of you. You're closer than close. But I came to terms with my craziness a long time ago. You guys are perfect morons in crime for each other, I'm just happy that I have Lyra at all."

The two women shared a knowing smile before Bonbon finally shuffled out the door to go prep the shop for another day. Once alone, Vinyl ran a trembling hand through the dried hair and fumbled to get her boots off before approaching the bedroom. Pushing on the slightly cracked door, Vinyl entered the massive room and grinned, eyes focusing on the lyrist as she remained sprawled out in bed, a quick pair of shorts and loose tank covering the pale frame. The stringed instrument printed on her hip was visible, the familiar sight drawing a wistful smile from the jockey.

Snickering, Vinyl crawled onto the massive bed and tickled the exposed skin of the lyrist, pleased when an angry grumble greeted her, followed by a well-placed slap to the wrist. Popping open one eye, Lyra hissed at the DJ before wrapping herself in the blankets and rolled away, burrowing further in the covers.

"Whaddaya want?"

Vinyl grinned and settled in the empty space of the bed, eyes sliding closed as she relaxed.

"Missed your face. Wanted to come see you."

Noticing the mint head peaking over the mountain of blankets at her, Vinyl smiled as Lyra narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the jockey.

"Whasamatter?"

Vinyl locked eyes with the irritable lyrist, a moment of silence passing between them.

"I kissed Octavia."

Dropping the blankets from her body, Lyra lurched forward, golden eyes curious.

"You did what now?"

"I kissed her."

"How in the Hell did that happen?"

Vinyl sighed and stared upwards, eyes dancing along the ceiling as the memories from the previous night filtered back to her.

"I went there to yell at her and get all of that hurt out in the open. But then I saw her. And my first reaction was to kiss her, so I did."

"What the hell happened after that?"

"I don't know. We talked briefly. I cried. She held me. I kissed her again, but slower and more... It was amazing."

Lyra folded her legs under her and absently drummed her fingers on her knees as she absorbed the information.

"Did you sleep with her?"

"No. But I wanted to."

"Are you guys a thing now?"

"No, I... I don't know what we are. It's confusing. I still hurt, but not as much."

Lyra sighed and rubbed her forehead, thoughts racing. Vinyl looked over at the lyrist before propping herself up on her elbow, disarming smile framing her tired face.

"She told me she loved me. It's just... hard right now. I told her I'd call her at some point, but... I don't know what to do."

Lyra crashed back to the bed and sighed loudly before turning to face the spinner.

"I think you should be happy."

"I don't know how to."

Lyra studied the jockey for a moment, golden eyes alight with barely subdued curiosity. Blindly searching for the jockey's cold fingers, Lyra squeezed the bitter hand before smirking at the woman.

"Were you happy when you were with her?"

"Yes. But I still have so many questions bouncing around my head, but I'm too afraid to ask them. What if I don't like the answers? What if I decide to give my heart to this girl and she just fucks me over again? I can't handle that another time, I'll freak."

"Well then, idiot, you're just going to have to make a choice."

Vinyl tossed an unimpressed look to the lyrist before shaking her head.

"You're not all that helpful, Heartstrings."

"I haven't had coffee yet. Look, if you love Octavia like I know you do, then you'll get yourself over this uncharacteristic cowardice and go claim your cellist the best way you know how."

"You mean with fireworks and glowsticks and mind-boggling sex?"

"Exactly."

Vinyl smiled as Lyra crawled over her to get out of the massive bed, golden eyes scanning the jockey's exhausted shell, orbs softening at the sight of her.

"Listen, numbskull, you've got a lot of left over hurt. We both know it. But what I know and you don't is that it'll go away and you'll be happy and in love and dating an insanely hot Canterlot Elite that can play a mean cello. And all of this pain and hurt will go away and all that will remain is the love. Better?"

"Thank you, Confucius."

"You're welcome. And since you've decided that getting me out of bed before 7 A.M. was wise, you now get to make me breakfast."

Chuckling, Vinyl rolled out of the large bed and moved in behind the lyrist, red eyes glowing with mischief.

"Yes, master."

Octavia finished the rest of her tea and tossed the cup into the trash before approaching the massive hall. Sliding through the doors, cello in hand, she scanned the familiar faces, offering a smile to each of the players as she passed. Joining her group of cellists, she fell into easy conversation, eyes lifting to survey the musicians as she stood. A familiar blue convertible finally pulled up outside, top up, as Symphony easily slid from the passenger seat. Excusing herself from the cellists, Octavia made a quick turn for the entrance, intercepting the violinist the moment she walked through the doors.

"Morning, Oct--"

The lavender-haired musician quickly closed her mouth as Octavia led her from the large group of members, eyebrows wrinkling in concern. Once stopped in a quiet corner of the massive venue, Octavia spun and pinned the woman with an excited smile.

"Vinyl kissed me."

Eyes widening at the news, Symphony blinked several times before clearing her throat.

"She did? Really? When? How? Where??"

"She came to my home last night, expecting to scream at me, finally... but she kissed me instead. I didn't even know she was there, I only opened my door to leave and go try and find her, but there she was."

"And then she kissed you?"

Octavia merely nodded, eyes dancing with joy at the small memory.

"Yes. I pulled her inside so we could talk, and she told me how she still hurts and that I'm mean... she broke down and cried. I told her I loved her."

"Then what?"

"She kissed me again. It was magical. But she left very suddenly. I know she's still upset about this, and I don't know how to make this any easier for anyone."

Sighing, Symphony absently ran a hand through her hair before half-shrugging her shoulder.

"I don't think you can. Vinyl has to be so completely confused about all of this, I can only imagine how she feels. Spit is supposed to see her later for another practice, maybe she can make her feel better. At least it's progress, right?"

"Yes, at least."

Symphony smiled before leading them back to the main area, teal eyes searching the many players as she approached her violinists. Octavia rejoined her cast, mulberry eyes glittering with deeply conflicting emotion. Stella Artois sauntered up to them some time later, sapphire eyes dark with humor.

"Good morning, friends. How is everyone?"

A plethora of half-hearted responses greeted the redhead, drawing a deep chuckle from the woman. The small group shuffled slightly away, leaving Octavia alone with the fiery player. Feeling a burning look, Octavia caught the woman in a forceful glare.

"What do you want, Artois?"

Almost purring, the redhead wiped an invisible speck of dust from the cellist, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"I heard through the grapevine that there's trouble in Paradise? You and Vinyl have a tiff?"

"That's actually none of your concern."

Grinning, Stella stepped into the raven-haired player's space, face twisting into a feral snarl.

"Oh, come off your high horse, Octavia. I heard what you said to Vinyl. That's pretty low, even for you. Poor Scratch! No mommy to wipe those--"

The words caught in her throat as Octavia practically lunged forward, stopped only by the youngest cellist and a few others, Symphony Strings skipping forward to slip between the two forces. Teal eyes aflame, the violinist snarled down at the redhead.

"You better watch your goddamn mouth before it gets your ass beat, Artois. One day Octavia won't have people to hold her back."

Indignant, the redhead ground out a reply, eyes focused on the cellist that was still encircled by the group.

"I could have her removed for such behavior, and then what? You all think you're fucking untouchable because you rule your sections and your lives. You're both just disgusting dykes, a venerable filth that this orchestra simply does not--"

"Hey!"

All eyes snapped to the side at the booming voice, Spitfire and Vinyl walking purposefully forward. Symphony and Octavia merely watched the two irritated women as they sauntered up, positioning themselves between the strings players and the redhead. Growling in her throat, Vinyl took a threatening step forward.

"You want to play this fucking game with us, Artois? I don't need an excuse to rip you apart."

"You coming to bail out your lady, Scratch? I heard what she said to you that night, darling. Some friend she is, right, Vinyl? You don't have to fall for some bitch like her, not when there are better options for someone like you."

A startling realization flittered across her subconscious, drawing a raggedly charming smile from the jockey.

"Oh my Celestia, you're fucking jealous!"

Spitfire blinked once, her own realization drawing forward in her mind. Chuckling, the flame-haired pilot walked the small step to stand beside Vinyl, elbow going up to rest carelessly on the jockey's shoulder.

"Oh my god, Scratch, you're totally fucking right. She's got the hots for you, just like Sappho!"

The redhead seethed, fists balling at her sides, blue eyes hurling venom at the two women.

"You're both on drugs."

The large doors to the venue opened, finally admitting Noteworthy to the tense atmosphere. Pursing his lips, the conductor headed toward the large group gathered to one side of the stage, interest piqued when he saw the two women. Calling out, he smiled, drawing the attention of the crowd.

"Oh, Vinyl, Spitfire! What a wonderful surprise!"

The two women merely nodded and smiled at the man, humored when Stella shrunk backwards and blended into the surrounding group of musicians. Tickled, the happy conductor waved his hands at the visitors.

"However nice to see you, I must get my orchestra prepared! So, if you please, ladies...?"

The pair nodded before Spitfire quickly left a peck on the violinist's cheek and handed her the car keys before heading toward the doors. Vinyl grinned and reached backward to squeeze Octavia's hand, the cellist tugging her into a quick, firm kiss. Taking advantage of the momentary surprise, Octavia swiped the violet lenses off the jockey's bangs and slid them over her forehead, a tentative smile shaping her lips. With an unbalanced smile, Vinyl released Octavia's hand and tossed up a small wave before quickly exiting with Spitfire. A small pulse of whispers echoed through the musicians at the small display, subdued when Noteworthy absently waved it off.

"Oh, relax, children. Now, if you'll please, gather in your proper lineups!"

Symphony playfully nudged the cellist before departing, lips mouthing excited words as she quietly receded back toward her section. Eventually, the many musicians had lined up and grouped accordingly, the fiery redhead staring wildly at her Principal, an almost palpable venom pouring off her in treacherous waves. Noteworthy cleared his throat as he approached the podium.

"Now, as I'm sure you're all wondering what we're doing here, I have some wonderful news! The Princesses themselves have requested the Canterlot Orchestra for Hearth's Warming Eve this year! And as that is still some time away, I'd like to give us ample time to prepare our new material for the show!"

A shock of cheers and whistles greeted the man as a response, coaxing a friendly laugh from deep within his chest. Waving his hands, he motion for a player to hand out the bright red books, a contagious smile capturing his tanned face.

"As it is still fall, and the Fall Fest is merely two weeks away, I know you'll all be busy preparing for the festivities and holidays. If you'd be so kind, I'd like for you all to familiarize yourselves with the material while we're on breaks. Today, I just want a warm up rehearsal, and for the many groups of you to get with your section leaders and discuss the music. Everyone ready?"

The massive orchestra fell into playing a familiar tune before switching slightly, the many musicians cycling easily with the change. After a short rehearsal, Noteworthy adjourned the large group, encouraging the sections to communicate in his absence. Octavia gathered her group on the floor, mulberry eyes locking briefly with Stella's, daring her to back down. Incensed, Artois shook her head and packed her instrument before making a quiet exit. Shaking her head, Octavia focused on Noteworthy as he stood talking with Concerto and Parish.

Approaching the trio, Octavia gently cleared her throat, drawing three pairs of eyes to her.

"Excuse me, Noteworthy, might I have a moment?"

Nodding, the man excused himself and followed the cellist a few steps away. Smiling, the man patted her shoulder comfortingly before lifting to focus on the colorful glasses.

"If this is about Stella Artois, then I'm going to level with you completely. She has talent, that much is obvious. But her attitude, and how she presents herself..."

"I want her removed from my section, and, in turn, this Orchestra."

"Agreed. I was actually going to bring it up to you after practice, but I'm glad you've decided this on your own. Your section will be down a member, Miss Melody."

"Yes, I'm aware. I do have a suggestion, though, if you'd be so kind?"

Brown eyes shining, the man nodded.

Spitfire playfully punched the spinner, a wide smile taking refuge on her face. Muse and Bone merely smiled at the DJ as she stood at center stage of the Harwan. Vinyl swatted at the pilot, an elated grin shaping pouting lips.

"What the hell'd you punch me for? I didn't do anything."

Bone snickered and pulled the woman in for a crushing hug before roughing up the two-tone hair, earning him a sharp elbow to the gut. The two other men guffawed loudly, their voices echoing in the empty hall.

"C'mon, Scratch. You gonna bag yourself a pretty cellist or what?"

Shrugging, Vinyl absently strummed the guitar that hung in front of her hips, mind wandering. Spitfire again slugged the woman in the arm, knocking her off balance, before she settled and scorched the woman with an irritated glare.

"Seriously, Spit, stop punching me or we're going to have to fight."

Muse split the two women up with a snort, careful eyes turning toward the jockey.

"Yeah, what's the hold up? From what we hear, you're pretty taken with ol' Tavi."

A fit of giggles shook the boys as they stood, allowing Vinyl the courtesy of a half-hearted glare. Spitfire tossed an arm around the woman in a tight embrace, honey-brown eyes looking seriously at the jockey.

"You want my opinion?"

"Oh, yes. Please, enlighten me."

"I think you should be happy."

Eyebrow knitting, Vinyl shook the pilot's arm off and looked at her, bewildered.

"That's exactly what Lyra said to me this morning. I thought you guys would all be fighting this, and here the two of the most hot-headed people I know are gunning for it. What changed?"

Sighing, Spit tucked her drumsticks in her side pocket before shrugging, a rueful smirk curling her lips.

"I'll admit that I was pretty pissed after everything went down. But then I heard from Brass that Octavia said she'd fallen in love with you... It was only a matter of time. So yeah, I don't agree with her at all and I don't think she's good enough for you... but you love her, and I love you and want you to be happy."

"Wait, Brass knew? How did Brass know? How come no one told me?"

Scratching a hand through the fiery hair, Spit scoffed, boot toeing the stage absently.

"Brass stayed with Octavia that night, after all of us had gone to try and find you. Apparently Octavia said she'd fallen in love with you and that she was an idiot."

"And no one told me this?"

"Well, in my defense, I was still pretty pissed. I wanted her to work for it."

Annoyed, Vinyl began to pace the stage, eyebrows crinkling tightly on her forehead. The three boys merely sat quietly, afraid to speak. Spitfire inhaled deeply before stepping in the DJ's path.

"V, don't be upset. We were just trying to protect you."

"Who else knew?"

Paling, Spitfire flashed a nervous grin before resigning herself to her fate.

"All of us."

"Heartstrings?"

"She knew. Almost killed O that night, actually."

"So you guys decided to watch us suffer? That what I'm hearing?"

Wounded, Spitfire stepped forward, face twisting with irritation.

"It wasn't to watch you suffer. Octavia fucked up and didn't deserve to be helped."

"But I deserved to be left in the dark about it? You could have at least told me so I could have formulated some kind of fucking plan about it. You know how I feel about Octavia."

"We fucked up, I'm sorry."

Grumbling, Vinyl pulled away and nailed the three men with a poignant stare.

"Get up and count in for 'Sick,' we have a shitload of work to do before Fest."

The men scrambled to their feet and prepared their instruments. Vinyl counted in and approached the mic, face set in a scowl.

Symphony helped stow the massive cello into Spit's backseat before finally climbing behind the wheel of the powerful sports car, a small grin tugging at her lips. Octavia slid into the passenger seat, amethyst eyes scanning the cockpit-like interior with child-like wonder. Symphony grinned before putting the key in the ignition and kicked over the rumbling engine, shivering involuntarily at the impressive sound. Tossing a smug grin to the cellist, Symphony checked the mirror and swiftly pulled onto the street. It was quiet for a while, both women cascading through their own thoughts in peace.

Pulling up to a red light, Octavia twisted to study the violinist's profile as she bobbed her head along to the beat bursting from the radio.

"Symphony?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I was foolish today?"

"You mean when you kissed Vinyl in front of the Orchestra?"

Blanching at the words, Octavia nodded and swallowed, fingers lifting to tug the well-loved lenses off her head.

"Yes, then. Had I gone too far?"

"Nah. If Vinyl minded, she would have told you right then. And besides, she let you keep the glasses. That's a miracle on its own."

"I don't know what she will decide. I can only hope she can forgive me one day."

Grinning, Symphony squeezed the cellist's hand before refocusing on the road.

"She will, don't worry. Vinyl's stubborn like that."

Pulling up outside the iconic theatre, Symphony cut the engine and climbed out, pausing to wait for Octavia before locking the car doors. Focusing on the large doors, Octavia swallowed the nervousness building in her stomach before slipping the glasses back above her forehead and followed Symphony into the bursting hall.

Immediately greeted by the music, Octavia jerked to a stop, eyes fluttering closed as the familiar voice splashed through her. Cresting the doors, both women stopped at the top of the aisle and watched the band as they performed, sight taking in the musicians as they worked together in brutal harmony. As the song drew to a close, Vinyl looked up and smiled as she noticed the two women, hands slipping from the mic stand as she grasped the neck of her guitar tightly in one hand. Jerking her chin to the women, she waved them forward.

Symphony grinned and walked ahead, leading Octavia by the hand as they made short work of the aisle. Veering to the left, the strings players ascended the steps and exploded onto the stage, twin smiles etched on their faces. Vinyl nodded toward the women and then turned to the group of men huddled together by the piano. Waving them over, Vinyl pivoted, crimson orbs focusing on Octavia.

"Tav, I'd like you to meet the band. This tall idiot is my bassist, Bone. Green 'hawk is Stites, my back up pianist and guitarist. And Muse, my green ax man."

Flushing under the obvious appreciation, Octavia quickly bowed her head and smiled.

"Pleasure, gentlemen, very nice to meet you."

Bone chuckled and stepped forward, his lanky frame making him almost tower over the cellist.

"Miss Octavia, great to meet ya. You tickle some mean strings, ever think of playing the bass?"

"Oh, I... no. Only the cello, though I do quite enjoy watching Vinyl play her guitar."

Chuckling, Spitfire approached the spinner and slapped her mightily on the back, bright eyes raking down the jockey's attractive form.

"Tell me, Miss Priss, does that have anything to do with Vinyl's choice of attire?"

Blushing colorfully, Octavia stammered, unbalanced at the simple question. Laughing loudly, Spit quickly doubled over as Vinyl slammed a well-placed elbow into her stomach. Waving her hands, Vinyl slid the guitar from her body and moved to place it on the stand before turning towards the motley bunch of musicians on the stage.

"Everyone whose last name isn't Melody... get the fuck out."

Chuckling, the men easily disbanded and began to pack up their equipment. Spit merely scoffed and stood, arms folded, face set in a playful sneer. Symphony shooed her away eventually, drawing a pleased smile from the jockey. Vinyl offered a small grin to the cellist as she approached, red eyes glimmering in the bright lights. Addressing the violinist beside Octavia, Vinyl grinned.

"Symph, the cello in Spit's car?"

The lavender-haired player merely nodded, focus bouncing backward to land on Spitfire.

"Hey, you! Go get the cello out of the car."

Tossing the set of keys to the grumbling player, Spitfire disappeared behind the curtains before heading outside. The men quickly packed the massive kit and pushed it to the backroom, along with the cases of wires they normally brought with them. Instruments shouldered, Vinyl waved the men out as they eventually piled out of the massive theatre. Spit returned a moment later, arms spread as she looked at the violinist, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice.

"Come on, Symph, let's get. Scratch, catch you tomorrow!"

Tossing up a wave, Vinyl grinned before hugging the violinist. With a lasting look at the cellist, Symphony vacated the stage and quietly left the Harwan, Spitfire in step. Octavia nervously walked the stage as Vinyl packed up her own guitar, lovingly stowing the V inside the black hard shell case. Tilting on her feet, Vinyl spun to focus on the cellist, red eyes swept up in a myriad of emotion.

"Hey, come here."

Vinyl sat herself behind the piano after beckoning the cellist over, signaling for the quiet woman to sit beside her on the padded bench. Sighing, the strings player collapsed onto the seat and exhaled, violet eyes skipping over to study the relaxed profile of the DJ. Lifting her fingers, Vinyl absently played a short tune, lip trapped between her teeth as her mind drifted, notes pouring from her with lazy perfection. Octavia watched, enraptured by the simple, precise movements of the jockey's fingers.

"I wish I could do that."

Her voice was soft and low, almost escaping the jockey in her playing. Ceasing the melodic sound, Vinyl lifted her eyes to study the melancholy form of the cellist. Humming to herself, the jockey lifted her elbow to settle against the piano's side arm, vision settling easily over the cellist.

"I could teach you."

"I'd like that."

Mulberry met glowing red, stunning the cellist into silence. Vinyl carefully shifted, bringing her leg backward to straddle the bench as she straightened to study the jumbled mass of emotion flittering across the tense face opposite her own.

"I fell for you, you know. A long time ago."

Keeping the gaze for a long time, fingers playing with a loose thread of her sweater, Octavia licked her lips before her eyes dropped to focus on the string, overwhelmed at the small confession.

"I think I always knew that."

"When we played hooky... that day, I fell even harder. Seeing you break out of that shell and have fun with me, laugh like you didn't have a care in the world... I knew then that I'd do anything for you. That I'd do anything to keep you safe and protected, at any cost."

Octavia raised her eyes to meet the jockeys, tears springing unwittingly to her eyes.

"That day was it for me."

Brows furrowing, Vinyl pushed the bangs from her face as she considered the potent emotion stirring in the normally calm eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"That day... or more precisely the concert... I remember looking at you, really looking at you... So at peace, so relaxed and calm, even in the middle of a crowd... You encouraged me to have fun, danced with me, held onto me when I was afraid of losing you in that enormous group of people. I remember feeling something stirring inside me every time I looked at you. I never wanted it to go away."

"You felt it, too..."

Nodding quickly, Octavia wiped at the small tear that trickled down her cheek, a shaky smile grasping her lips as she focused on the smoldering carmine eyes.

"I felt it down to every piece of my existence, Vinyl. And when we were alone in the Harwan that night, much like we are right now... when you broke down those carefully hidden walls and told me that incredibly personal story... all I wanted was to comfort you and hold you and take away all of the impossibly devastating agony."

"I've never... told anyone about that before. With you, I felt safe... I never felt that way with anyone other than Lyra. If Spit and Symphony hadn't been there... they may never have known, either. But when you took that story, and you twisted it..."

Octavia failed to suppress the shudder as her body reacted, the tears instantly multiplying as she fought to accept the obvious pain in the pianist's voice.

"It was so amazingly heartless of me, Vinyl, I know. The sudden realization that I was falling for you terrified me beyond reasonable thought. It is absolutely no excuse for the reason for hurting you, and I was foolish to believe that. I let my mother get under my skin, and it almost destroyed something I had come to count on in such a small amount of time. I can never take that pain away, I can only work to improve the after effects. I'm so sorry, Vinyl. I hope you believe that."

"I have never been so outraged in all my life, hearing that you believed those lies about me. I was expecting you to come talk to me about it, not immediately accept it as true and write me off as an exception. When Symphony told me what you said to Stella Artois, it... it broke me. And I wanted to hate you. A part of me still does..."

Vinyl couldn't keep the edge from her voice as she studied the bravely crying cellist, vision zeroed in on the mulberry eyes that refused to fall. Knee bouncing, Vinyl crossed her arms and leaned against the sidearm, tears prickling the edges of her vision. Octavia cleared her throat and placed a cautious hand on the nervous knee, pleased when the incessant movement stopped. Rubbing her thumb along the jean material, Octavia flicked her eyes back up to bury herself in the embattled red eyes.

"I'm surprised you're talking to me at all."

Vinyl cracked a painful smile, an errant tear slipping over the thick lashes as she chortled lightly.

"I'm kinda wrapped up in you, if you hadn't noticed."

Octavia squeezed the knee under her grasp, fingers curling into the material as she sniffled, ignoring the streams falling down her chilled face.

"When I saw you at this piano that night, when you sang to me... It was the first time I saw your eyes, and I have never been so thunderstruck by something in my entire life. It was that moment that I accepted the signs my heart had been trying to show me for days... that I was in love with this beautiful, passionate creature that just so happened to be female."

Vinyl cracked a brittle smile, voice escaping in a quiet rasp.

"You should talk, O. You're gorgeous."

They chuckled for a moment before Vinyl shifted her hand to cover Octavia's, the pianist's warmer hands instantly soothing the icy fingers of the cellist, drawing a cautious grin from the raven-haired player.

"I want to be with you, Vinyl... please don't push me away."

For a long while, they simply sat in echoing silence, gazes focused solely on each other as Vinyl began to absently run her free hand down the material of her jeans, eyes fluttering as she released a long-standing breath.

"I'm terrified that you're going to hurt me again."

Shuffling over, Octavia grasped the jockey's wandering hand, stilling the movement with a firm touch. Pleading mulberry met vulnerable red, the electricity forcefully bouncing between them.

"I'm afraid I must be brash and ask you to trust me."

Agonized, Vinyl squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the frigid fingers press into her flesh, connecting deep within the emotional pianist as a growing tremble shook through her tense form. Eyes snapping to Octavia, Vinyl cleared her throat and swallowed, lips curling inward in thought.

"I'm afraid that you're going to give up on me if things ever get hard."

Swallowing the enormous confession, Octavia squeezed the jockey's hands more forcefully, mulberry eyes quaking with an astounding determination.

"I've had you and lost you before, I'd be struck dead if I thought of doing so again."

"I'm fucking horrified that you're so goddamn intent right now that my heart's about to explode out of my fucking chest. You slay me with the simplest of looks, Octavia. It scares me that you have so much power over me."

Blinking away the rapidly falling tears, Octavia smiled and finally released the woman's hands, fingers lifting to wipe at the tears slipping from the stormy red eyes.

"I love you, Vinyl Scratch. More than I've ever thought I could love someone else. I don't deserve you, but I'm more than willing to fight for you."

"You're such a goddamn pain in the ass."

"Yes, I-I know."

Vinyl studied the raw eyes of the cellist, searching the amethyst orbs for any grain of truth. Grinning, Vinyl lifted a hand to brush the bangs from the bloodshot eyes, her own gaze softening as she ran her fingers through the soft hair.

"I think you might be worth the agony."

Releasing a surprised laugh, Octavia released a trembling breath as the tears fell with force, crushing her ability to speak. Vinyl lifted the quivering face, thumbs brushing at the tears, her own droplets falling unfettered down the pale face. Octavia wrapped her arms around the woman's neck and crashed into the DJ, the force knocking both women to the stage floor with an unceremonious thump. Lifting to her support her weight on her palms, Octavia gazed down at the DJ, violet eyes sparkling in the bright halo of light surrounding them.

"I promise to make all of this up to you, Vinyl. I'm so sorry."

"Shut up already."

Vinyl tugged the player's sweater, dragging the cellist downward for their lips to meet in a long, sweet kiss. Pulling away just slightly, Vinyl grinned up at the woman, red eyes blinking open.

"You know, I didn't think you'd be on top of me this fast."

Blushing brightly, Octavia scrambled to her feet and hefted the woman upward, mulberry eyes fluttering in her embarrassment. Snickering, Vinyl enveloped the cellist in a warm hug, body relaxing against the player as Octavia hummed contentedly, eyes slipping closed as she squeezed the jockey.

"Does... whatever this is... mean we're okay?"

Vinyl stepped away from the warm embrace, crimson orbs carefully searching the nervous face of her companion.

"Yeah. You know, maybe you could help me. I kinda have this thing for a cellist with sweet ass legs, but she's annoyingly stubborn, and she's kinda snobbish."

Octavia backhanded the player's stomach before lifting to her toes, arms moving to wrap around the jockey's neck before she pressed her lips to the addictive mouth. Finally tearing away with a small gasp, Octavia nuzzled the jockey's neck, leaving a small kiss on the rapidly thumping pulse point.

"I may be stubborn, but you kinda like it. Vinyl?"

Humming, Vinyl forced her eyes open to peer dreamily down at the cellist wrapped safely in her arms.

"Yeah, O?"

"Teach me to play the piano."

The two women stumbled out of the theatre hours later, sharing a loud, adoring laugh. After having stowed the cello in her father's office, Vinyl tugged the woman toward the door, thrusting them into the cold, damp atmosphere of the night. A bolt of lightning above alerted the women to the long-forgotten storm, instantly rooting Octavia to the spot below the Harwan's overhang. Slipping her hand into Vinyl's, the cellist cast an uneasy look to the woman.

"You're not going to drive in this weather, are you?"

"Uh, yeah. I don't want to leave my bike this far from home."

Eyes straying to the impressive downpour, Octavia straightened her shoulders and nodded up to her companion.

"Well, let's get to it, then."

Grinning, Vinyl walked casually into the icy downpour and approached the water-logged bike. Octavia sighed and held her breath as she stepped into the frigid rain, body gasping at the intense temperature. Approaching the bike, Vinyl quickly shook her head and led them back to the dry haven of the Harwan. Shaking droplets from the wild hair, Vinyl shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not going to chance driving with you at my back, the weight difference could really cause problems. I'll catch a cab with you."

Octavia quickly fished the phone out of her purse and dialed the cab service, requesting transport. Hanging up, she smiled brilliantly at the jockey, eyebrows flexing against the numbing skin of her forehead.

"They said they'd be here in about fifteen minutes."

Vinyl nodded and leaned against the familiar building, hands stuffed into the damp pockets. Octavia leaned beside her, hands absently clutching the already soaked purse. Vinyl grinned down at the woman, water slipping down the pale face with a comforting caress. Octavia merely smiled back and nudged the jockey, eyes slipping closed in thought.

"You know, Octavia, I still don't know what your Mark is."

Giggling, the cellist nudged the jockey in the ribs, smile threatening to spill past the tentative seriousness.

"No one has. I'm saving it for a special someone."

Vinyl raised her eyebrows at the admittance, instantly recognizing the underlying meaning. Octavia fought the blush that colored her cheeks, eyes shining with quiet admiration for the jockey. Smirking, Vinyl wrapped an arm around the woman and tucked her against her side.

"You're a friggin' nerd."

Octavia merely nodded before snuggling deeper into the damp cloth of her sweater.

"Vinyl?"

"Mm?"

"Would you... like to go on a date with me?"

Puzzled, the jockey tilted her head to look quizzically at the cellist.

"Like... a date date or just a 'Hey, let's watch a movie and hang out' date?"

"Like a date date. If you're free that is."

"I guess so. I mean, I don't have any prior commitments. Okay, I accept your invitation."

The women laughed quietly at the comment before their attention was attracted by the large yellow cab that pulled up out front. Pushing up from the building, both players started toward the vehicle before Octavia tugged Vinyl to stop.

"Listen, I know you don't want to leave the bike here. I'll take the cab and you'll take the bike, okay? Only if you promise to drive safely in this weather."

"I promise."

Feeling an uncharacteristic shyness, Octavia smiled slightly before pulling the DJ in for a quick hug, cheek nuzzling the familiar comfort of the jockey's shoulder.

"I don't know what this is, Vinyl, but I cannot wait to figure it out."

"Me neither."

"Good night, Scratch. Call me when you get home."

Lip captured between white teeth, Vinyl merely nodded, eyes finally blinking open to scorch the cellist with a striking smolder.

"Night, Mel."

Octavia detangled from the comforting embrace and finally entered the patiently waiting cab before heading toward home. Vinyl grinned and approached the sodden bike, leg kicking over to straddle the machine. Releasing a bemused grin, Vinyl turned the key in the ignition before putting her helmet over wet bangs and revved the engine before taking off for home.

Stella Artois lit up another cigarette, the rain all but ignored. Waiting patiently outside the massive building, she blew out a smoky breath and checked the time again. 12:43. The rumbling of a motorcycle snagged her focus, sapphire eyes narrowing as the familiar white bike slid up to the curb, the rider a soaked and shivering Vinyl. Tossing the cigarette to the ground, Stella snuffed the cherry with her foot, ankle twisting once for good measure, before she pushed upwards. Approaching the jockey, she snapped her fingers at the woman, focus instantly on the cellist.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Artois? Go home."

"No."

The disgraced strings player shuffled forward, sapphire eyes slitting in the low light of the exterior. With an animalistic purr, Stella twisted her hands in the soaked cloth of the jockey's jacket and pounced forward, lips crashing painfully against the spinner's. Jerking away, Vinyl shoved the cellist and wiped at her mouth, red eyes flashing.

"What in the actual fuck?"

Grinning, Stella licked her lips and casually pushed her soaked hair over her shoulders.

"You and that bitch Melody should have known when to quit. But don't worry. She'll get what's coming to her, that I guarantee. Mm, you taste so good."

Growling, Vinyl shoved the woman once more before stalking into her lobby, meeting the burly security guard head on.

Tossing a fiery snarl over her shoulder, Vinyl pinned the man with a deadly glare.

"Call the fucking cops. That woman's insane."

Entering the spacious elevator, Vinyl quickly pulled out her phone and dialed a number from memory. On the fourth ring, the call finally connected.

"Hello, Vin--"

"Yeah, Tav. Look, I'm home, but Stella Artois was waiting outside my building and threatened you. Stay inside for a while, I don't know what the hell is going on, okay?"

"Yes, I... what did she say?"

"That you'll get what's coming to you. Listen, I'm going to grab some stuff and then come back over, okay? I'd feel better knowing you're safe."

"Understood. Bring a change of clothes, you can just warm up here. I'll see you soon?"

Vinyl nodded, knowing the cellist couldn't see the gesture.

"Yeah... I'll see you soon."

Author's Notes:

Today absolutely sucked. I'm sorry this is so beyond late, but today has been pretty hectic. Normally my Saturdays are chill and relaxed, but not today! I'll be editing this through out the night for mistakes here and there... I hope it makes sense, I know it's a bit weird. But just bare with me, there are things still happening here. Ergh. Happy late Saturday night!?

Whiskey

Vinyl walked slowly down the long hall, frigid fingers curled helplessly around the silver travel mug trapped within her grasp. Suppressing a shiver, Vinyl stopped in front of the proper door and knocked roughly, the same hand absently smoothing the choppy, damp tufts of hair that clung to her face and neck. Feeling a rush of warmth, Vinyl lifted her eyes to Octavia as she stood in the doorway, violet eyes swimming. Frowning, the cellist tugged the jockey inside, concerned eyes raking the sodden form of the DJ.

"Goodness, Vinyl..."

Fussing, the cellist helped removed the black bag slung across the jockey's torso before tugging the warm mug from the jockey's hand. Stripping the chilled jockey of the soaked jacket, Octavia absently smoothed the wet bandage over the spinner's forearm before gently nudging her toward the bathroom.

"I'll start some tea. Please, go warm up, you look positively frigid."

Cracking an amused grin, Vinyl headed toward the large room and slipped easily inside, trembling fingers lifting to lock the door out of reflex. Grinning, the curious red eyes panned around the immaculate room, taking in each striking detail of the expensive suite. Sighing, Vinyl forced her tired body into movement, legs walking stiffly toward the large shower. Turning on the water, Vinyl hummed, satisfied at the steam that almost instantly began to swirl around the room. Peeling the sodden clothes from her raw skin, Vinyl trembled with a violent chill, furthering spurring her toward the molten stream.

Releasing a pleased groan, Vinyl leaned back into the fiery spray, emotionally tense muscles relaxing just slightly under the alluring beat of water. Lifting her fingers to run through the soaked blue hair, Vinyl opened her eyes and searched the foggy interior, thoughts blazing quickly through her head. Curling her lip at the memory of Stella Artois, Vinyl quickly turned and scrubbed her face, hair shaking off the excess water as she finished the impassioned movement. Placing both her palms on the cool tile of the shower wall, Vinyl leaned her head under the boiling liquid, eyes falling shut in thought.

The two-tone spinner eventually removed herself from her thoughts and quickly showered, face scrunching in displeasure as the sweltering fluid finally ceased its supportive beat against her aching skin. Grabbing a large towel from the rack beside the shower, Vinyl curled it around her lithe form and pushed on the glass to step out. Drying hastily, the DJ slid into dry clothes from her bag and packed up the sodden pile before tossing her towel over her hair and finally left the safety of the bathroom.

Crimson eyes instantly found the cellist leaning against the wall beside the kitchen, hands clenching a large, purple mug, eyes wandering in deep thought. Casting her eyes to the clock on the wall, Vinyl smiled briefly before dropping her bag onto the floor beside her. Mulberry eyes snapped to the DJ, the cellist's face instantly twisting with a small grin.

"There's tea on the counter, if you'd like some. Your coffee might be cold by now."

Nodding, Vinyl walked toward the kitchen, breezing just slightly passed the cellist. Pivoting, Octavia watched the DJ carefully pick up a large, blue mug, lips pursing to blow across the heated liquid. Taking a small sip, Vinyl exhaled quietly before turning to regard the tentative cellist.

"Your worry wrinkle is showing."

Frowning, Octavia entered the kitchen and placed her mug on the counter, eyes dropping to focus on the soaked bandage still desperately clinging to the jockey's forearm. Sensing the impending question, Vinyl sighed and lifted her fingers to slowly unravel the wet wrap, red eyes guarded. Octavia quickly approached the sink and opened a lower cabinet, hands fishing out a small first aid kit before setting it quietly on the counter. Almost wincing at seeing the large gash on the pale skin, Octavia clicked her tongue and reached for the jockey's uninjured arm, gently tugging her out toward the couch. Pulling the DJ to the soft cushion beside her, Octavia frowned, violet orbs watering slightly at the violent display. Pushing back the still wet hair, Vinyl sighed, wordlessly offering the wound to the cellist, red eyes swirling with repressed emotion at the injury.

With trembling fingers, Octavia began to gently clean the healing gash, carefully ignoring the smaller, more frequent cuts peppering the smooth skin. Chancing a glance to the jockey, Octavia quickly dropped her eyes as she bit her lip, eyebrows drawing tight in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Vinyl."

Nodding, the DJ slipped the towel from her hair and settled it around her shoulders, face twisted in mild discomfort at the sting in her wound. Squeezing her fingers into a fist, Vinyl watched in heavy silence as Octavia began to dress the wound, visage haunted. Once finished, the cellist silently cleared the old bandages and gently stowed the kit back under the cabinet. Returning to the couch, Octavia sighed heavily before melting into the seating, tired face scrunching in worry. Opening her eyes to study the quiet jockey, Octavia gently cleared her throat.

"Can you... what did Stella say?"

Sighing, Vinyl traced an exquisite pattern on the couch cushion before lifting her focus to study the cellist.

"Just that you'll get what's coming to you, and that we should have known when to quit."

"I had her fired from the Orchestra today."

Surprised, Vinyl pursed her lips and shrugged.

"I'm impressed. She needed to go."

A hefty silence stretched between them for a moment, eyes trained cautiously on each other, studying each aspect of the unspoken communication passing between them. Vinyl blinked her eyes closed for a moment and smiled before refocusing on the cellist.

"Get some sleep, Tav. You look exhausted."

Shaking her head, Octavia suddenly stood from the couch and headed toward the kitchen, returning a moment later with both cups of tea. Reclaiming her seat on the sofa, Octavia curled her legs beneath her and pulled free a blanket before bundling herself within the soft warmth.

"No. I want to stay up with you. I've missed you."

Stunned at the minor confession, Vinyl took a small drink of the potent drink before leaning back against the couch, eyes burning a peaceful trail of warmth across the cellist's already heated skin.

"You really should sleep, you know."

Octavia shrugged and dropped her eyes to study the dark liquid, fingers dancing idly along the rim of her cup as her thoughts again began to wander. Without breaking her trance, Octavia snuffed the silence between them.

"Vinyl... when did you know you liked women?"

Eyebrows instantly rising, Vinyl chuckled before taking another long draw off her teacup. Octavia bravely lifted her eyes, a potent curiosity buzzing deep within the violet pools. Licking her lips, Vinyl absently rubbed the towel along the wild blue hair, a dashing smile twisting her lips.

"I kinda realized it when I was... twelve, I think? There was this really attractive woman that worked at my dad's building, and I'd see her every once in a while when I had lunch dates with the parents. She was stunning. Still is, actually. She still works in my dad's building."

Grinning, Octavia placed her cup on the table beside them and burrowed further in the fleece wrapped around her shoulders.

"Did you ever tell her that?"

Releasing a short laugh, Vinyl flashed a devilish grin to the cellist.

"Yeah, I did, actually. A few years ago. She thought it was hysterical and then tried to set me up with her cousin."

Giggling, Octavia thoughtlessly swatted at the DJ.

"Of course that would happen to you, Vinyl."

"Yeah. I've got a few weird stories from my lesbian antics."

Octavia snickered briefly before falling silent, eyes calmly searching the relaxed form of the DJ. Braving a second topic, the cellist cautiously tipped her head toward the jockey in quiet sentiment.

"Vinyl... it occurred to me, while you were in the shower, that there's still so much about you that I just don't know yet."

Guarded, the spinner took another sip of the tea before nodding slightly.

"Okay. Yeah. What did you want to know, specifically?"

Taking a moment to mull over the many thoughts skittering through her mind, Octavia smiled bashfully.

"Anything, really. You've always sort of fascinated me, and I'd like to know more about you. Tell me something, anything."

Taking a long moment to sort through the numerous memories flittering through her subconscious, Vinyl offered a sad smile before placing her own cup on the table and turned to fully face the cellist.

"I've always wanted to be a professional chef."

Caught off guard at the revelation, Octavia quickly suppressed a chuckle.

"Really? A chef? Why aren't you?"

Relaxing against the cushion, Vinyl snickered and crossed her arms across her chest before responding.

"Honestly? I like writing music. Too much to give it up. I mean, being a chef is a full time thing, but I still love to cook. I just love music more, so I created a career out of it."

"You really can do anything, can't you?"

"Nah. I can't juggle."

Snorting out a laugh, Octavia quickly regained face and smiled knowingly at the jockey.

"You're a very interesting creature, Vinyl Scratch."

"Well, what about you? Tell me something about you."

Taking a moment to think, Octavia absently reached down to pick up her mug before taking a quick sip, lost in a swirl of thought for a moment. Shaking her head, Octavia cracked a small smile.

"I've always wanted to take up archery."

Impressed, Vinyl nodded her head and tipped her mug to the cellist.

"That'd be pretty freakin' hot, you totally should."

Chuckling softly, Octavia fell back into thoughtful silence. Vinyl eventually stood to return the towel to the bathroom before lifting both of the now empty mugs and returned them to the sink. After washing the two dishes and stowing them carefully in the drain board, Vinyl returned to the sofa and sat down, body shifting to recline against the soft backing. Octavia studied the soft face of the DJ, mulberry eyes carefully taking in every detail of the jockey as she mused internally. Shuffling forward, Octavia shrugged off the blanket from her shoulders and folded her legs beneath her before leaning forward to tap the jockey.

Opening one eye, Vinyl smiled up at the cellist.

"Yeah, Tav?"

Beckoning the woman upward, Octavia resettled as Vinyl hefted her body upward before curling her legs and sat across from the cellist, knees gently brushing at the soft contact. Reaching for the warm hands of the pianist, Octavia tugged them into her lap, mulberry eyes thoughtfully looking over the planes and lines of the larger palms. Turning over the pale digits, Octavia carefully traced the veins and bones in the slender hand, eyebrows twisting with absent thought. Thumb smoothing the many angles of the talented hands, Octavia opened her mouth to speak, a breathy sigh escaping the pale lips.

"You know, Vinyl, when I first met you... I had no idea what to expect. I thought you were the strangest creature I'd ever seen... Your hair, the glasses, your blue boots. You talked to me with such warmth and reverence that day, a perfect stranger. You waited patiently, when no one asked you to. You played for me then, knowing what I needed without ever having to ask. Did you have feelings for me, then?"

Vision focused on the tanned fingers still absently tracing her hands, Vinyl swallowed gently, eyes never leaving the careful touch of the cellist.

"I think I was crushing on you, then. I'd seen you around the circuit and I was impressed with your passion and talent. Not to mention the fact that you're friggin' beautiful... The feelings came later."

Eyes still drawn to the pale fingers, Octavia again swept her fingers along Vinyl's, intrigued when the digits flexed in her grip.

"When you told me we'd work on it tomorrow, meaning I'd see you again, I felt a strange sensation wash through me. I wanted to ask you to coffee, to maybe talk to you and determine what it was that I felt in that moment. But then I got a phone call, and I chose to forget about that feeling for a while. But every day, when I'd pull up to the Harwan, the butterflies would start back up again."

Vinyl watched with silent fascination as Octavia paused in her story, face scrunched in exhaustive thought, eyes glassy with memory.

"When I found you playing your guitar that one day, the only day you never met me outside, a different feeling passed through me. Watching you play with such devastating passion was almost like an impossible dream. Seeing you in that state, I could practically feel myself hum with appreciation for you. You stole my breath and obliterated any chance I had of speaking... I could do nothing but simply watch you. I feel like that, now. Hopelessly lost in you, profoundly taken by you, incredibly awed by you."

Octavia lifted her eyes, a shocking intensity pulsing from the violet orbs. Vinyl licked her lips absently, eyes widening at the confession. Squeezing the fingers still tracing her hands, the cellist flashed a tired smile to the jockey.

"When you sang to me... I felt the entire earth shatter around me before dashing back together in perfect harmony. Your eyes are mystifying, Vinyl. You could never understand the effects they have."

Grinning, Vinyl nodded, those same eyes fixated on the cellist.

"I've been told they move whole mountains."

Chuckling, Octavia nodded before closing her fingers around the jockey's hands, eyes fluttering with fatigue.

"I was foolish to think I could rid myself of you. Even after I had inexplicably caused immense damage, I knew it was for nothing, and that just devastated me further. I hurt you, and for no reason. For that, I will never cease to be sorry."

"Nobody can really rid themselves of me, just ask the girls. And now, Octavia, I really must ask that you sleep."

The cellist blinked back the exhaustion she could feel attempting to creep into her brain suddenly, her hands tightening around the jockey's in weak protest.

"Don't change the subject, Vinyl."

"I'm not. You just really need to sleep."

Mumbling, Octavia waved her hands at the jockey before lifting the blanket back around her shoulders and settled against the back of the couch.

"Have I ever told you how attractive you are, Scratch? You're magnificent."

Chuckling, Vinyl tugged the blanket tighter around the cellist, fingers slipping up to lightly pinch the player's cheek.

"You know how to flatter a girl, Tav."

Annoyed, Octavia forced her eyes to open fully as she studied the grinning jockey.

"I'm serious, you know."

"Go get some sleep."

Blinking slowly, Octavia offered a half-hearted sneer before her hands again sought the DJ.

"You're ignoring me spilling my heart out, Vinyl."

"No, I'm just saving it for another rainy day, because you need to sleep, and we need to talk about it when we're both fully alert."

Grumbling, Octavia pushed away the warmth of the blanket and leveled the jockey with a petulant stare.

"You're a pain in the ass, too, Pon3."

Smile widening, Vinyl soothed the wrinkles on the cellist's forehead, pleased when the violet eyes fluttered closed. Uncurling her legs, Vinyl slid her arms under the shorter woman and lifted, curling her safely in her arms as she headed toward the bedroom. Humming peacefully, Octavia tightened her arms around the jockey and smiled, tired eyes opening to watch the DJ as they made quick work of the short journey.

"You just wanted to hold me, Scratch... admit it."

"Mm, yep. You caught me."

Settling the cellist on the massive bed, Vinyl tugged the covers over the player before dropping a quick kiss to the wrinkled forehead. Standing, Vinyl turned before surprisingly strong fingers twisted into the soft material of her black lounge pants.

"Get yourself in this bed before I'm forced to get back up and hurt you."

Snickering, Vinyl turned around and focused on the vulnerable eyes glowing up at her, quickly taken by the raw emotion pooling in the dark eyes. Nodding, Vinyl slid into the enveloping warmth of the large bed and sighed, the lack of sleep suddenly crashing into her with violent force. Octavia hummed low, body shuffling forward to gently curl into the jockey's side, a bold hand snaking out to wrap around the jockey's toned midsection. Burrowing her head into the DJ's neck, Octavia sighed deeply before softly kissing the spinner's jaw.

"Good night, Vinyl."

A soft snore was her only response.

Symphony slapped the pilot's hand away for the second time in as many seconds, an exasperated smile curling her lips as she continued to get dressed. Spitfire lay atop the rumpled sheets, the naked, tanned skin of the pilot glistening wonderfully in the bright light of the morning sun. Symphony slapped again at the wander hands, an elated smile again breaking across her face. Pinning the playful flyer with a treacherous glare, Symphony lifted the brush to run through her damp locks.

"For the love of Celestia, Spitfire, I have to get ready. Octavia and I are spear-heading a group rehearsal with the strings sections today, and I cannot be late."

Offering a wicked smile, Spitfire climbed to her knees and tugged the violinist into her arms, pleased when a sharp gasp escaped the pouting lips of her lover.

"Oh, come on, Symph. You can be late. For me?"

Ignoring the blistering look from the violinist, Spitfire continued to pepper light kisses on the exposed neck, earning her a playful nudge to the ribs as Symphony broke free from the strong grasp.

"Seriously, darling. If I don't get out of this room now, I'll never get anything accomplished because I'll wind up at your mercy for most of the day. And because I'm the leader of my section, I cannot be late."

Pouting, Spit sat back on the bed and sighed dramatically, hands reaching up to comb through the hopelessly mussed hair.

"Fine. I'll just go crawl in bed with someone who wants me."

Sticking her tongue out, Symphony gathered her things and left the bedroom, a knowing smile passing across her lips as she heard Spit climb out of the bed. Stopping at the door, Symphony picked up her violin case before spinning toward the interior of the apartment, teal eyes landing on the sultry form of the still-nude stunt pilot. Swallowing hard, Symphony flashed the woman a dazzling smile.

"I won't be gone long, darling. I have to fetch Octavia and be on our way. Be sure to stay just like that for when I get home."

Raising a challenging eyebrow at the strings player, Spitfire merely bowed and blew her a kiss.

"Have fun, babe."

Symphony nodded and deftly left the apartment before heading down toward the elevator. Once on the street, Symphony piled into the sports car parked just outside and started the rumbling engine before heading toward the Waldorf.

Making quick work of the drive, Symphony pulled up outside the large structure and cut the engine before slid out of the car. Breathing deeply, Symphony smiled at the chilled air before heading into the building and up to Octavia's floor. Swiping the spare key from her pocket, Symphony unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to be greeted by the familiar spinner.

"Vinyl?"

Octavia suddenly entered from the hallway, a warm smile plastered on her lips as she greeted the violinist.

"Hello, Symphony."

"Morning, Octavia."

Scurrying toward the kitchen, Octavia quickly finished the rest of her morning tea and placed the empty cup in the sink. Motioning toward the fumbling DJ, the strings player smiled ruefully at the woman.

"Are you ready, Vinyl? We still have to stop at the Harwan, don't forget."

Nodding, Vinyl slung her bag over her shoulder and nodded before approaching the door, stopping just before Symphony as she stood, partially blocking the exit.

"Morning, Strings. I'll meet you guys at the Harwan."

Nodding dumbly, Symphony watched the spinner disappear out the door before pinning an amused look at the nervous cellist.

"My, my... What have we here?"

Blushing gently, Octavia sat on the couch to slide on her boots before offering a look of foreign innocence to her companion.

"Why, nothing, of course. What gives you any indication otherwise?"

"Oh, I don't know. The love of your life being in your house well before the time Vinyl should even be conscious. You guys--"

"Oh, no. No no no."

A colorful blush colored the cheeks of the cellist, drawing a hearty laugh from the violinist as she smiled wickedly at the flummoxed player.

"Vinyl spent the night, though, yeah? How'd you manage that?"

Sobering, Octavia quickly pulled on her second boot before standing and waltzed around the coffee table to grab her purse off the wing chair.

"Stella... uhm. Stella Artois was waiting for Vinyl when she got home last night and threatened me. Vinyl merely stayed here as a precautionary tact, nothing more."

"Wait, she threatened you? Again? What happened?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask Vinyl for more details. Now if we please, I have to stop off at the Harwan to fetch my cello before we can go to the meeting. Have you reached Concerto?"

Rolling her eyes, Symphony opened the door for both of the women before filing out, pausing to allow Octavia to lock up before they began the familiar walk down the hall. Pressing a finger to the elevator button, Symphony scrunched her face in displeasure.

"Yes, I got ahold of him, he'll be there. He doesn't sound too thrilled about it, though. But it is important, so he'll just have to get over himself."

"I'm not exactly looking forward to him, either."

The ride down was in silence, both women carelessly heading toward the car parked just outside. Octavia slid into the passenger seat and settled, eyes lifting to look wistfully out the window. Symphony paused to look at the cellist, eyebrows drawing as she turned over the ignition without a second thought. Sighing, Octavia leaned her head against the window before twisting to look back at the violinist.

"I slept curled up to Vinyl, you know. She was asleep almost instantly."

Grinning, Symphony flicked her signal on before pulling into the little amount of traffic on the wide street.

"That's not surprising. The last real sleep she got was Sunday, I'm surprised she lasted that long. What'd you guys talk about?"

"Nothing, really. She told me that she wanted to be a chef, and I told her I wanted to take up archery. I told her about my feelings, and when they started to come into effect. She told me I should sleep instead."

Biting her lip, Symphony cast an uneasy smile to the cellist.

"You know Vinyl's still torn up about things, love. I'd watch with the pushing."

"I didn't push."

Curling her lips into an exasperated smile, Symphony casually flipped her hair over her shoulder before nodding.

"Maybe not, Octavia. But don't smother, either. Vinyl works through things differently than most other people. Considering you slept in the same bed last night, I'm surprised she's even still talking to you at all. With her, sometimes it's one step forward, three steps back."

Sighing tiredly, Octavia nodded, eyes focused on the many puddles still littering the streets as they continued. Eyes finally catching the sight of the Harwan, Octavia smiled reflexively. Pulling up, Symphony idled for a moment before seeing a familiar motorcycle pull up behind the sports car, pleased when the rider climbed off the side and approached the driver-side door. Leaning her head down, Vinyl smiled into the interior, eyes hidden behind the violet lenses.

"License, registration, proof of insurance, please."

"Mm, I'm sorry, Officer. I stole the car. Maybe... I can do a little something to get out of this ticket?"

Chuckling, Vinyl grinned at the violinist.

"You little tramp. I'll be right back."

Watching the DJ slide around the car, Octavia carefully drew her eyes back to the snickering Symphony, mulberry eyes swirling with confusion.

"You two are rather shameless, Symphony."

"Shamelessly flirting with attractive women is one of my favorite past times; Vinyl and I have been playing this game for quite some time. So tell that green-eyed monster of yours to take a backseat, yeah?"

Snorting, Octavia crossed her arms and stared at the entrance doors, tickled when the jockey finally emerged with the cello. Unlocking the doors, Symphony peered around Octavia to watch the jockey walk easily forward before opening the door and swiftly slid the cello inside. Walking back around the car, Vinyl again leaned down to peer inside the interior, a glorious smile lighting the pale face.

"Hey, Strings, your girl just called me and asked me out on a date to the gym, so I'll be sure to see you later."

"Oh, marvelous. The two of you sweating all over the place, I cannot wait."

Vinyl smirked playfully before sliding the glasses down her nose, red eyes staring pointedly at the flushed cellist.

"I'll see you later, sweetness."

Blushing, Octavia ducked her head before smiling shyly at the DJ, eyes shimmering.

"Good day, Vinyl."

Straightening, the two-tone spinner walked back around the hood of the car and winked at both women before heading back toward the Harwan. Laughing gently, Symphony revved the engine before cruising back into traffic and started toward the hall.

Arriving shortly thereafter, Symphony cut the engine to the car and stepped easily onto the pavement. Pulling open the rear door, Symphony dipped inside to retrieve her violin and assisted in dislodging the cello case from the small backseat. Octavia finally straightened, cello clenched tightly in her grasp as she stepped around the car to approach the large double doors. Slipping inside, both players were instantly greeted by the baritone voice of Concerto, causing Octavia to sour instantly at the familiar voice. Entering the mostly empty hall, the women quickly approached the stage and placed their instruments before turning toward the three other musicians on stage.

Parish lifted his head from the conversation and smiled before approaching both women, stopping to hug each in return.

"Good morning, ladies. How are you both doing?"

"Fine, Parish, as you know. Almost didn't make it today! How's Beauty?"

The harpist smiled kindly to the violinist, green eyes glittering with elation.

"She's wonderful, Symphony, thank you. She's spending some time with Pitch today. And Octavia, how are things?"

"Better, actually. Vinyl's speaking to me again."

Leaning in, Symphony nudged the cellist, drawing a beatific smile from the woman.

"They spent the night together."

Parish chuckled and lifted a hand to squeeze Octavia's shoulder reassuringly.

"Just sleeping, I surmise?"

A quick nod.

"Wonderful. Really, don't worry. We've got some work to do this evening, I hope to perfect this new challenge. We've never been asked to the Eve celebration before."

The trio continued to chatter aimlessly before Concerto swept onto the stage, dark eyes focused on the cellist. Pushing quietly in between Parish and Symphony, he smiled charmingly to the raven-haired player.

"Good morning, Miss Octavia."

Leveling him with a cool gaze, Octavia bobbed her head respectfully.

"Concerto, hello."

The remaining two men on stage joined the group as well, thoughtfully nodding to each other section leader. Royal Riff roughly rapped the concertmaster on the shoulder, drawing a pained smile from the taller man. Grinning toward Octavia, the white-haired viola leader bowed respectfully to the cellist.

"Good morrow, Miss Melody. I hear good things are befalling you as of late?"

"Yes, they are. Thank you."

Baritone, a deeply voiced man with a skillful dominance of the double bass, smiled kindly to Octavia before focusing on the lavender-haired violinist.

"And Miss Strings, you seem to have gotten quite skilled at your handling. I'm very impressed."

"Thanks, Bari. And now if Concerto here would get over wasting a precious free day to meet with the Strings sections, we'd be good to go."

Huffing, Concerto straightened his collar before grinding out a garish reply.

"It's not my concern here, Symphony. If the two of you are so unimpressed with your sections, then maybe you might consider future meetings away from the rest of Strings."

Eye twitching, Parish stepped forward and in between the women and Concerto.

"Relax, Concerto. The strings sections make up more than half of the orchestra. It's actually very wise to make sure everyone harmonizes here, first, to ensure proper execution of our music. Both of these women are exceptional at their craft, and if you cannot get over that fact, I suggest you remove yourself."

Royal cleared his throat loudly, signaling the slow arrival of the almost eighty musicians that make up the massive strings sections. Sectioning off, each leader separated to gather the respective groups, first. Octavia tentatively waved over the remaining members of her section, mulberry eyes aglow with well-fought emotion.

"Good morning, everyone. As some of you may already know, Stella Artois is no long apart of our section, meaning we are down our final member. Noteworthy and I have requested someone that has agreed, but she's brand new to an orchestra, and still very young. As such, I was hoping to request the lot of you remain behind after the larger practice to... get acquainted with our newest member?"

Hearing an echo of agreement, Octavia sighed heavily, relieved at the acceptance of her section. Turning, the cellists quickly regrouped with the rest of the strings sections. Settling, the small army of players quietly gathered, under the direction of Concerto, and began to slowly play. For hours the many players performed, stopping briefly to adjust a certain aspect of the playing, before starting up again. It was almost evening before the group stopped a final time, earning a collective appreciation from the many players. Disbanding, the musicians left almost as quietly as they had come, save for the cellists, that stood off to the side quietly conversing.

The five section leaders gathered at center stage, each player relieved at the day's performance. Concerto cleared his voice before casually scanning each other members around him.

"As expected, we're in marvelous shape. With the celebration still weeks away, we'll be ready to go with little to no problems from strings."

Octavia merely nodded, foot absently kicking at the smooth finish of the stage.

"Yes, I do agree. The previous tour did wonders for our timing already. And I assure you, my section will be one-hundred percent up to speed after our newest addition gets used to our style."

Riff nodded and smiled, running a large hand through the pale hair.

"Agreed. I have the utmost faith in you, Miss Melody. But if it's all the same to the rest of you, I'd like to adjourn this unofficial meeting of Strings and head back home. My wife won't be happy that we've been here so long as it is."

The players chuckled and quickly dispersed as well, leaving Symphony alone with the pensive cellist.

"You okay, Octavia?"

"Yes, of course. You get going, I'll be fine here. My cellists and I are going to get some dinner and then meet with my newest member. I hope all goes as well, I'm going on memory."

"Who's your new cellist?"

"All I know is that her name is Rosin Baroque and--"

"Rosie is your newest member? Wow, that's amazing."

Confused, Octavia trapped the violinist with a poignant stare.

"You know this woman?"

Attempting to quell the laughter that wanted to escape, Symphony covered her mouth and smiled up at the cellist.

"Rosin Baroque is Vinyl's cousin."

Lyra pulled open the heavy chrome door and slipped easily inside, golden eyes searching the brightly lit interior. Grinning, the lyrist made it over to the pair sitting alone at the back and slid in beside the flame-haired stunt pilot.

"Greetings, fellow gaybors."

Spitfire quickly turned to the strings player and grinned evilly, honey brown eyes alight with mischief.

"Fucking Scratch spent the night with Octavia!"

Coughing on her drink, Vinyl hastily kicked the pilot in the shin, drawing a loud hiss from the flame-haired flyer. Lyra torched the DJ with a pointed stare, golden eyes narrowing conspiratorially.

"You did, eh?"

"Not like that. I passed the hell out for a few hours, that's it."

Spitfire, still bent and rubbing her shin, managed a half-smirk.

"You know you wanted to do dirty, dirty things to that cellist, V. Don't even pretend like you didn't."

Slapping the pilot's resting hand, Vinyl slid up her lenses and cast an annoyed look at her friend. Lyra merely chuckled and leaned back against the booth, a satisfactory smirk shaping her face.

"Are you going to honestly deny that you have less than stellar thoughts about the cellist, Vinyl? Really? Okay, so what was it like, being in bed with Octavia?"

Ignoring the snicker from Spitfire, Vinyl absently thumbed the placemat before her, red eyes falling to study the checkered tabletop.

"Would it be totally creepy of me to say that it was awesome for the five seconds I was awake?"

"Of course not. Who was the last person you got to cuddle with, huh?"

Pinning the lyrist with a pleasant smile, Vinyl propped her chin up on her hand and winked at the mint-haired player.

"Why, that'd be you, sweet cheeks."

Failing desperately to hide her laughter, Spitfire quickly picked up her menu and hid behind it, lip captured between her teeth in an attempt to remain quiet. Elbowing the pilot, Lyra grinned up at the spinner, golden eyes sparkling.

"Have you talked about it yet?"

"No. We haven't even really talked about how we feel yet. I mean, she started to last night, you know? She told about everything she felt when we first met and the butterflies she'd get when we'd meet at the Harwan, stuff like that."

"So she's being a complete and total open book and you're being..."

"Deflective and avoid-y, right, V?"

Again kicking the pilot, Vinyl sighed and collapsed against the booth, eyes lifting to stare at the mirror on the ceiling.

"I don't know how to act around her sometimes. Sometimes I want to kiss her, sometimes I want to be as far away from her as possible. But I can't even tell her that. It just doesn't come out."

Returning her eyes to the two women across from her, Vinyl chuckled despite the swarming sadness tapping in her gut. Lyra frowned and twisted her fingers in her hair, a loud sigh escaping parted lips.

"I don't know how to make that better, Scratch. Normally you're so great at expressing yourself. I guess your brain is still split between loving and hating Tav, and I can't really say I blame it. What does your heart still say?"

"That Octavia's a beautiful creature who loves me, but it doesn't trust her right now? I don't know, let's ignore my feelings for once and get some super greasy diner food."

Spitfire nodded quietly, eyes casually skipping over to look hopelessly at the lyrist. Lyra simply sighed and cast her eyes out the large windows, focus shifting to the last, dying rays of the sun on the building across the street. Picking up her menu, she quickly perused the list before making a choice, hands slipping the menu closed and off to the side. Vinyl closed her menu as well and leaned backward, left thumb wordlessly dropping the lenses to cover the red eyes once more. Spitfire nudged the lyrist under the table, a harrowing concern swimming in the bright brown orbs. Chancing a look to the jockey, Lyra leaned forward, stopped only when the chime on the door went off.

Turning out of reflex, Lyra smiled and waved the woman over. Beauty grinned and quickly approached before sliding in beside Vinyl.

"Hello, my lovely lesbians."

Chuckling, Spitfire tossed her menu down and winked at the brass player.

"That'd be a cool bowling team name."

"If we bowled."

Vinyl tossed her arm along the back of the booth and leaned toward Brass, mouth curving into the smallest of smiles.

"Hey, Brass?"

"Yes, Vinyl?"

"Why didn't you tell me Octavia was in love with me that night?"

Octavia laughed cheerily as she led her section members out of D'Urberville's, the twilight sky illuminating the street in a beautiful rose color. Smiling at the group of players, Octavia slowly led the people back toward the hall on foot, the squadron enjoying the crispness of the beautiful fall night. Sidling up to the massive front, Octavia held the door for the cellists as they filtered inside the warmly lit hall, stopping just inside to gather and focus on their principal. Offering a placating grin, Octavia bobbed her head to the crew.

"I really do appreciate you all staying behind. It's of the utmost importance that we all seamlessly join together, especially for the Hearth's Warming Eve celebration. I'm touched you all are so invested."

Enjoying the quietly ecstatic group, Octavia smiled before the opening of a door distracted her attention. Pivoting, Octavia smiled widely at the petite girl before offering to help with the large cello case. Adjusting the wire frame glasses, Rosin smiled, flushed. Noticing the tentative response, Octavia offered the cello to one of her group mates before offering her hand.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Baroque."

Grinning sheepishly, the girl bowed her head quietly.

"Please, just call me Rose."

"Marvelous. Rose, then? I'd like you to meet the section."

The raven-haired player quickly introduced the shy girl to the friendly group of musicians just beside her. After the short round, Octavia led the group back up toward the stage before grabbing her chair, swiveling it to face the players. Gesturing for Rosin to take the vacant seat, Octavia settled the cello against her masterfully, mulberry eyes flicking up to focus willingly on the newcomer.

"As I'm aware, you've never performed with a group before?"

"O-once, in class. I tend to just play alone, though I'm amazingly honored that you accepted my audition. You and Noteworthy are both splendidly supportive."

Smiling sweetly, Octavia nodded her head, cheeks lightly colored at the comment.

"Thank you. It's really very simple, I'm afraid. It's not as glamorous as you may think, though you do have to keep in line and follow closely. The people in this section follow my lead, and fall in tune harmoniously behind me. I've spent the past few years with these players, and I've grown accustomed to their devotion. I hope to see the same passion from you, Miss Ba-- Rose."

Nodding, the small player settled the cello against her and waited for Octavia's signal. Gently the raven-haired player directed the section into familiar reps, noting with quiet direction. Eventually, Rose fell expertly into playing beside the group, her vibrant green eyes falling closed in peace. Octavia smiled to herself, her focus settling easily on the player as she continued in harmony.

After a time, Octavia slowly led the players to wind down, all but impressed with the group's work ethic. Mulberry eyes scanned the tired, yet excited faces of her devoted strings players, a growing adoration festering within her chest.

"That will be all, everyone. Thank you all so much for this evening. Please, enjoy the rest of the night, and I'll see you all at the next practice."

A flurry of goodbyes greeted the elated player, causing a wide grin to spread thoughtfully across the tired face. Stopping to help the newest member, Octavia carefully packed the instrument for the young woman before stowing her own. Hefting the large case, Octavia led the young girl out of the Hall and stopped to lock the doors, carefully stowing Noteworthy's keys in her purse for a later time. Pausing beside the small woman, Octavia smiled brightly at the girl.

"You did wonderfully, Rose, really. I'm very excited to have you aboard."

Blushing, the shy girl ducked her head again before smiling softly.

"Thank you, Miss Melody. I've watched the Orchestra every time I could, and you truly are astounding and very talented. I was so nervous to meet you, but I'm very honored to know you, ma'am."

Chuckling, Octavia squeezed the girl's arm before casually scanning the street.

"Are you catching a cab home, dear?"

"No, Miss Melody, my mother's driver will be picking me up. He's on his way."

"Your mother? I heard through the grapevine that you're--"

"Yes, ma'am. Vinyl is my cousin, on her mother's side. Camille was my aunt, and my very reason for becoming a cellist."

Fighting the surprise flow of tears, Octavia simply nodded her head.

"She, too, is the reason I became a cellist. I watched her perform at the Harwan just days after my eighth birthday... I was simply awe-struck by her... much in the same way I'm struck by her daughter."

Feeling the kind eyes of the young cellist on her, Octavia lifted her head to regard the woman. Rosin grinned and bobbed her head at the woman.

"Vinyl told me about you after she asked me to perform with her at the banquet... It's very strange meeting you here, now. But it does not take away what this is, or what you are. You're a very passionate cellist, one my aunt would have surely been proud to know."

Overwhelmed, Octavia shook her head, attempting to clear the creeping emotion coursing up her spine. Instead, she smiled softly at the young woman and again squeezed her arm.

"That's very sweet of you to say, Rose."

Seeing the black town car pull up, Rose nodded and tossed a bashful grin to the cellist.

"Thank you very much for this opportunity, Miss Melody."

"Please, call me Octavia."

"Octavia... I will see you again, soon. Good night!"

Quickly scurrying into the backseat, Rose settled with a small wave. The driver grinned at Octavia before gently closing the back door. Tipping his hat to the remaining musician, the man walked back to the driver side and slipped behind the wheel before smoothly pulling away. Suddenly left with her thoughts, Octavia placed her cello on the ground beside her and dug through her purse, chortling when she finally unearthed the elusive cellphone. Opening the familiar contact, she sent a quick text message before grinning foolishly, mulberry eyes swimming.

'I miss you.'

Vinyl walked arm in arm with the lyrist, her glasses perched carefully over the wild bangs, red eyes glassy with thought. Spitfire had gone after the meal, taking Brass with her after the emotionally trying affair. Lyra hummed lowly to herself, golden eyes flickering between the street lights as they walked casually toward Sweetie Drop's. Vinyl snapped her attention back to the present when her phone went off, causing her to jerk the lyrist to a stop as she fished free the device. Opening the message, she grinned briefly before her brows furrowed, causing her to simply slip the phone back into her pocket. Red eyes skipped upward to settle on curious gold, a twisted confusion marring the pale visage.

"That Octavia?"

"...yeah."

"Not gonna respond, eh?"

"I... No. Not right now."

Lyra accepted the response as they continued toward her girlfriend's shop, a warm comfort spreading through her at the thought of her lover. The lyrist smiled to herself as Vinyl softly cleared her throat, signaling her need to speak.

"I don't know, Heartstrings. A part of me wants to just be, you know? But another part of me is still so worked up. I've never been like this before. I don't... I can't think straight. Do you think taking some time away to think is a bad idea?"

Tugging on the arm in her grip, Lyra hummed for a moment before responding.

"I think you need to get your head on straight before both of you wind up getting hurt again. If taking a few days to clear your head helps, then she'll just have to accept it."

"It's not that easy, Lyr. She's in a just as vulnerable place, too. One push too hard in either direction could fuck us both over."

"I told you this before, but I'll say it again now... You have to make a choice. Octavia's already invested in this, in you... you just gotta make it right. Either accept that heartache and be happy, or cut yourself loose and suffer for a while before you get over it."

Vinyl sighed, rubbing her free hand down her tired face.

"You're supposed to just tell me what to do, not give me more options. I thought you knew what your job was, moron."

"My job would have been over with if Spitfire hadn't stopped me that night. I was literally about to tear her apart. But then I figured it'd fuck our relationship up, and I'm not giving you up for anything."

"No wonder Bon can't stand me."

They both laughed quietly in the space between them, falling into an important safety brought on by their comfort. Vinyl grunted and kicked at a loose piece of sidewalk as she walked, red eyes swirling with unshed tears.

"I need to lock myself away and work through this shit in my head... it's affecting every part of my life."

"If by lock yourself away, you mean 'Let Lyra in to see me,' then by all means, go for it."

Smiling ruefully, Vinyl nudged the lyrist.

"I won't do that to you again, Heartstrings. I learned my lesson."

"Good. Because I will literally murder you and rot happily in prison for the rest of my life."

Stopping outside the quiet candy shop, Vinyl pulled her companion to face directly in front of her.

"Tell me honestly, Lyr... what do you think I should do?"

"I think you should take tomorrow for yourself, to do whatever the hell you feel like, and then sit Octavia down and finally talk it out. You're running, and I hate seeing you run. I've seen you stand and fight for causes more lost than this, so really, what's stopping you?"

Vinyl squeezed her eyes shut, hand flexing around the lyrist's arm as she fended off the encroaching tears.

"I'm afraid to actually fall in love, I think. I've loved before, but never like this. Never all consuming, all motivating, all crippling. I can't make Octavia my everything if I'm afraid she'll leave me with nothing."

Inhaling sharply at the words, Lyra roughly pulled the jockey into her arms.

"I'll level with you... Bonbon is my everything, and that used to scare the hell out of me. But then, after a while... I can't picture my life any other way. If she breaks my heart one day, at least I can look back and know that I gave her my everything... and that is something I will never be afraid of. Feel it all, V, don't run away from it."

Burrowing her head into the lyrist's shoulder, Vinyl released a shuddering breath. Pulling back, she detangled from Lyra's grasp before running a shaking hand through the two-tone hair.

"Maybe. I just need a minute to sort through all this bullshit. I'll catch you later, Heartstrings. Take care of Bon tonight."

Quickly pulling the lyrist back into a tight hug, Vinyl released her before placing a small kiss on the strings player's cheek.

"Night, Lyr."

"Night, V. Call if you need anything, promise?"

"Promise."

Vinyl swiftly exited the space between them and headed off toward home, thankful for the quiet darkness surrounding her as she walked. Casting her eyes to the sliver of moon that hung above her, Vinyl exhaled, watching with silent wonder as her breath mingled with the atmosphere before dissipating. Closing her eyes, the jockey focused on the rhythmic thumping of her boots on the walk, the constant motion softly soothing the fray of her nerves. A midnight cloud rolled lazily across the sliver of light in the sky, momentarily casting the street into monotonous shadow.

A heavy bass beat suddenly shattered the tenuous haven the jockey found herself in, drawing a wistful sigh from deep within the woman. Ceasing all movement, the DJ picked the phone from her pocket and regarded the glowing screen, a swirling heat taking up ground in her subconscious. Seeing the cellist's name steadily gazing up at her from the screen, Vinyl hesitated before silencing the call and pocketed her cellphone, the call going unanswered.

Octavia flushed against the cell in her hand, mouth twisting into a dissatisfied frown. Dropping the phone back into her purse, Octavia juggled the bag and cello before settling comfortably in her walk, her nose burning gently from the frosty air. Amethyst eyes casually roamed the street as she walked, thankful for the quiet silence of a late week night. A scraping sound momentarily pulled at her focus, causing her to stop in her lazy stroll toward home. Straining to hear any further sounds, she was quickly blindsided by a knee slamming into ribcage.

Releasing a strained cry, Octavia released her cello and bag, hands flying up to grip tightly at the bruised area. Still off balance, she was easily pulled backward by her thick, raven locks, body crashing harshly against the cold brick of a nearby building. Gasping against the white-hot flashes of pain, Octavia blinked open her eyes, instantly greeted by painfully familiar sapphire eyes.

"St-stella."

Snarling, the redhead tugged hard on the cellist, pulling her forward so as to slam her knee back into the woman's midsection. Crumpling to her hands and knees, Octavia released a pained gasp, her vision darkening against the physical anguish. Feeling two hands gripping tightly to her shoulders, Octavia was quickly thrown back against the building before two hands balled furiously into the lapels of her pea coat.

"I should just destroy you, Melody."

Blinking away the resounding agony settling hotly in her skull, Octavia struggled against the enraged hold.

"You did this to your.... s-self, Stella. I'm sorry things--"

Another devastating blow met the cellist head on, the impact from the frozen fist causing her knees to buckle. Stella merely pressed her harder into the building, keeping her precariously swaying on her feet.

"You're not sorry, darling. You did this to me, you put me in this place."

"I-if this is about Vinyl, I--"

A pulsing chill suddenly engulfed her wrist, the redhead's icy fingers curling forcefully around the slender joint.

"It's never been about Vinyl, Octavia, it's always been about you. Miss Perfect, Never-Hurt-a-Fly Octavia."

The pressure on her wrist increased, causing her to gently cry out into the frigid atmosphere. Fighting hard against the stress on her body, Octavia thrashed against the other woman.

"Release me, Artois. Now."

Chuckling at the normally mild cellist's bravery, Stella pulled back for a step before curling her body upward again, knee slamming into the uninjured side of the cellist. Keeping her upright by the wrist still held firmly in her grasp, Stella smiled down at the gasping player.

"Why couldn't you just see what was right in front of you, Mel, huh? I was always there. You just never took the time to see me. And when Vinyl came into the picture? I don't even think so."

Swallowing the burning nausea, Octavia lifting her focus to the towering woman, amethyst eyes clouded with confusion.

"You mean... you've had--"

"Feelings for you? And here I thought you didn't notice."

Kneeling to be level with the agonized woman, Stella casually ran a hand through the dark hair, blue eyes softening just slightly before she crashed her lips to Octavia's. Gasping at the contact, Octavia jerked back, roughly tearing herself away from the whiskey-stained lips. Stella purred, the stillness almost pulsing with the sound. Cupping the cellist's cheek, Stella lifted her face, eyes locking automatically.

"I imagined a perfect world, Octavia. A world you've all but destroyed."

A dark rage clouded the clear, sapphire orbs, allowing a shock of potent fear to bolt through Octavia. Curling her lip, Stella increased her pressure on the helpless arm, a dark smile twisting her lips.

"You've never known pain before, have you, Octavia?"

Furiously shaking her head, Octavia ignored the tears spilling from her eyes.

"Stella, please just let me go. I'm sorry for--"

A resounding crack echoed around the quiet neighborhood, coupled with a high pitched scream.

Author's Notes:

DON'T EVEN START. Now that that's out of the way... enjoy? I've got to start working on my time management skills. HAPPY SATURDAY NIGHT.

Damage Control

Vinyl slid the cycle to a stop, crashing roughly into the unknown shrubbery before scrambling off the bike. Plowing through the doors to the emergency center, the two-tone spinner was suddenly caught up in two strong arms, the disembodied appendages causing the woman to thrash reflexively. Symphony's voice swirled around her, attempting to penetrate the unruly panic pounding violently in her chest. Shaking off the arms, Vinyl opened her mouth to speak before turning, wide red eyes finally landing on the violinist behind her.

Lifting a calming hand to the distraught pianist, Symphony gripped firmly to the spinner's upper arms and forced the distracted focus to center. Vinyl merely clenched her jaw and stared hard at the player, crimson eyes swirling.

"What the fuck happened? Where's Octavia??"

"Vinyl, calm down. It's okay, she's okay. They took her for more X-rays."

"X-- what?"

Pulling the DJ toward the waiting area, Symphony swallowed her building emotion before pushing the antsy spinner into a chair, thrusting a cup of water into the trembling hands. Spitfire entered the room a moment later and held her hand out to the DJ, honey brown eyes calm against the raging garnet storm.

"Hey, give me your keys. I saw your bike sticking out of a bush, I'll move it."

Ignoring the comment, Vinyl stood and handed over the keys before pinning the violinist with a tumultuous stare.

"What happened to Octavia? Why is she in the hospital? What are the injuries?"

Spitfire clapped the woman on the shoulder and squeezed, lips twisting into a dissatisfied frown.

"We don't know yet. We only just got here. Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"I was... I was writing. Where is she, I need to see her."

Passing the spinner off to Symphony, Spitfire tossed a knowing look to her lover before disappearing out the door. The lavender-haired player moved to pace a small section of floor before a row of chairs, a rush of tears again pooling in the glassy, teal eyes. Running a shaking hand through the pale locks, Symphony released a ragged breath and turned to regard the pale jockey.

"I don't know. I only got a call from her father, saying Octavia was rushed to the hospital, and that he was on a return train from New York, and that I should both check up on her and keep her mother out of here. Redheart only told me that she's roughed up."

Vinyl collapsed into the chair behind her, fingers lifting to tangle in the messy blue hair. Shaking her head, she suddenly sprung upward, legs moving her in a tight circle beside her chair. Biting her lip, Vinyl squeezed her eyes closed and breathed in deeply, hands flexing at her sides as she attempting to control the raging emotion threatening to spill forward. Spitfire entered the room quietly, Beauty and Parish following closely behind. Beauty surged forward and wrapped the still violinist in a hug, drawing a low rumble from the tense woman. Parish and Spitfire stood near the distressed jockey, but dared no further.

A hefty silence fell across the few players, a growing unease filtering through the small group. An impossible passage of time went unnoticed, the clock on the wall all but ignored by the increasingly worried gathering. Vinyl stood by the doorway, arms folded tightly around her midsection, red eyes closed tightly to ward off the tears moving on the cusp of consciousness. A familiar voice suddenly sounded to her left, causing the ruby eyes to snap open, spurring the jockey into movement. Descending upon the calm presence of Redheart, Vinyl wrung her hands nervously as she licked her lips, mind ignoring the pulsing worry from the shuffling musicians filing in behind her.

"For the love of fucking anyone, what the hell is going on, Red? How is she? What happened?"

The pale-haired nurse smiled automatically, hands tucking casually under her arms as she cautiously studied the tense bunch before her.

"Octavia will be okay, everyone. The doctor's still in there with her, so you can't go in yet, but it could have been a great deal worse."

Ignoring the burning emotion attempting to burst free, Vinyl stepped forward, fingers twisting into the pale scrubs of the familiar nurse.

"Red, what the fuck happened? Why is she here?"

"From what we've gathered, she was attacked. CPD is sending over an officer to take a statement from her, once she's regained her footing and wants to speak. She's groggy, at the moment."

Shaking her head, Vinyl opened her mouth to speak once more, only to be stopped by the emotional violinist. Clearing her throat, Symphony fisted the jockey's shirt before pinning the nurse with a disparaging sadness.

"What are her injuries, Red? Is she okay?"

"Doc'll be in soon, guys, okay? Just sit tight, we're taking good care of her. I'll come back when you can see her."

Redheart chanced a look to the haunted spinner, frowning briefly upon noticing the paling complexion. Symphony tugged the shirt in her hand, drawing the focus of the DJ.

"V, sit. It'll be okay."

Spitfire pulled gently on the spinner's hand, eyes glowing with a strong sense of support for the two women. With a strangled grunt, Vinyl broke the firm hold on her shirt and crept out of the waiting area, only to disappear into the still night just outside the door. Curling her fingers into her hair, Vinyl released a hiccupping cry, tempered by the burning tears finally escaping the rapidly dwindling control. The two-tone jockey curled downward, resting precariously on the balls of her feet as she attempted to control the reckless emotion slamming through her chest with brutal force.

Familiar hands wrapped around her forearms and brought her upward, striking gold eyes suddenly in focus.

"He-heartstrings?"

Lyra tugged the jockey into a quick hug before breaking away, cold fingers lifting to easily wipe away the tears from the spinner's pale face. Smiling, Lyra grasped the trembling fingers and sighed lightly.

"Pull yourself together, Scratch."

A bitter cough echoed from the blue-haired player, a hoarse cry mingling darkly with the small noise.

"I ignored her phone call, Lyra. It rang and I let it and then I put it in my pocket, and oh God, what if I--"

"Hey, hey... Calm down. You need to get ahold of yourself, okay? For Octavia."

"Lyr..."

The mint-haired player merely nodded her head and smiled sadly before threading her fingers with Vinyl's and led them back inside. Symphony looked up at the aggrieved jockey and offered a small smile before patting the chair beside her. Quietly taking a seat, Vinyl curled her hands in her lap as she felt her leg begin a nervous dance, knee bouncing high against the building anxiety coursing through her bones. Another stretch of time passed before the doctor entered the room, a perfected smile twisting his face.

"Good evening, everyone. Miss Melody will be fine, with time, though she did suffer a concussion, a separated shoulder and a few broken ribs. She's still very groggy and not feeling all that well, but one of you may see her. As for the rest of you, I suggest you all get home and get some rest before coming back tomorrow."

All eyes suddenly turned to Vinyl, causing the fidgeting musician to flush at the scrutiny. Symphony urged her upward, before standing herself, the remaining players following suit. Turning to the doctor, Symphony bobbed her head.

"Thank you, Doctor. Her father is on his way home from a trip, so he, too, will be in tonight."

Nodding, the man smiled before making a quiet exit. Beauty set her sights on the trembling DJ before she approached the woman, carefully wrapping her arms around the taller player.

"Take care of her tonight, okay? Make sure she knows we all love her and that we'll be back in the morning to see her."

Nodding mutely, the spinner offered a cautious smile before hugging her friends in turn, pausing beside Symphony before hugging her tightly. The group filtered into the hall before Redheart approached once again, her pale blue eyes searching the small group; Vinyl silently stepped forward, head bowed in quiet reverence.

"Come with me, Scratch, and I'll show you her room."

Chancing a small look back to the musicians, Vinyl offered a sad smile before following behind the nurse, a building dread swirling beneath the surface. The quiet nurse stopped beside an open door and waited, eyes trained on the jockey's face as she looked up, orbs burning with a raw hurt.

"Make sure she wakes up every hour, okay, Scratch? She'll be in some pain, but we've given her pain meds, and Snowheart will be in later to re-administer as necessary. She is okay, though. Just keep an eye out."

Nodding, Vinyl shifted her eyes to peer inside the quiet room, chest constricting at seeing the cellist lying in bed. Taking an unsteady step forward, Vinyl fought down the flowing emotion and slowly closed the distance between them. Dropping into the seat beside the bed, Vinyl swallowed, throat dry. Lifting her hands, she gently clasped the cellist's good hand and squeezed, body rising to sit on the edge of the bed.

Amethyst eyes fluttered at the contact, a soft groan escaping the cracked lips of the cellist. Raven eyebrows drew against the pale forehead, seemingly ignoring the growing bruise on the player's ghost-like skin as it wrinkled above the cloudy orbs.

"Vinyl?"

Nodding, the spinner moved her fingers to gently brush away the messy bangs, the small movement uncovering the dark bruising around the strings player's eye. Curling her lip in disdain, Vinyl dropped her eyes to casually scan the woman, red eyes carefully studying the black sling wrapped around the cellist's bad arm, minimizing movement of the damaged shoulder. Crimson eyes dropped to the hand within her own, eyes sharpening against the purple hand print standing in stark contrast with the cellist's pristine skin.

Casting her eyes to lock on the fluttering lashes of the cellist, Vinyl gently squeezed the woman's hand.

"Yeah, O. It's me. Are you okay?"

The cellist closed her eyes for a moment as she remained reclining, eyebrows drawing even tighter across her forehead.

"Stella-- She's so... My cello..."

Quieting the cellist, Vinyl bit her lip before running her hands through the lightly tangled hair, eyes brimming with a sea of unshed tears as a molten nausea slammed into her, mind latching onto the singular name. Filing the information away, Vinyl cooed gently, hands gently stroking the cellist's good arm.

"Shh, hey, it's okay. You're safe, just rest."

Fighting the sleep attempting to comfort her, Octavia smiled quickly before her eyes closed, face relaxing slightly. Within moments, the fitful player was asleep. Vinyl tilted her eyes upward to look at the clock, counting an hour out before refocusing on the cellist. Absently tracing the woman's hand with her thumb, the vengeful tears slipped free once more as Vinyl shuddered, eyes slamming shut.

"I'm sorry, Octavia."

Vinyl remained in the same place she had been for hours, perched carefully at Octavia's bedside, free hand curled protectively around Octavia's. Viktor Melody entered the room quietly, though the gentle rasp of his breathing revealed he had been running. Turning to regard the distressed man, Vinyl offered a small smile. Approaching the woman's bedside, Viktor meticulously scanned every inch of his daughter, the same amethyst eyes watering as he looked over her damaged shell. Casting a soulful look to the equally upset jockey, Viktor gentle cleared his throat.

"Vinyl, I presume."

"Yes, Mister Melody."

Nodding, he lifted a hand to squeeze the woman's shoulder before he collapsed into the seat beside the bed.

"How is she?"

"Okay, I guess. She spits out random things every time I wake her up, but they told me to expect that with a concussion. She's got two broken ribs and a separated shoulder. That's really all I know."

The man seemed to grow even paler at the news, his dark brown hair almost black in the low light of the room. Nodding to himself, he shifted his eyes back toward the cellist, his larger hands moving to gently squeeze the woman's forearm, careful of the bruises marring the petite wrist.

"How long has she been here?"

"About four or five hours now?"

"Have you been with her the entire time?"

Vinyl closed her eyes, the same unease from earlier returning with fervent resilience.

"Yes, sir."

"How did this happen?"

"I don't really know, sir. But from what I can gather from Octavia when she wakes up, is that Stella Artois has something to do with this."

The man merely nodded, mulberry eyes narrowing dangerously, a grave understanding surfacing on the lined face.

"Is there anything else?"

"Her cello is missing, and the police have yet to locate Artois. They're waiting for Octavia to steady before they take her statement and file a proper report. I have people out looking for Stella as we speak, sir."

"People?"

Vinyl finally lifted her eyes to look directly at the man, the haunted crimson eyes narrowing darkly at the information.

"Spitfire and her Bolts, sir."

Cracking a small grin, the man nodded before fishing his cellphone from his pocket, and dialed a number from memory. Lifting from his seat, he walked toward the corner and spoke quietly, an unnerving edge to the normally calm voice. Returning to his seat, he settled and focused on the slumbering cellist before turning back to Vinyl.

"I spoke to the nurse outside, she tells me that you haven't left this room since you've been inside it."

"I didn't want to leave her alone. I've done that already, and I refuse to do it again."

Tipping her head back, Vinyl stared at the clock before setting her jaw, fiery orbs dropping back to study the resting player. Lifting a steady hand, Vinyl gently shook the cellist, wary of the broken bones on the closer side, resting quietly under a tight binder. Octavia stirred briefly, eyes flickering before opening fully, clouded orbs looking confusedly around the room before settling on the man beside her.

"Daddy..."

"Hello, angel."

Octavia frowned and removed her hand from Vinyl's to rub at the bruise on her forehead, wincing harshly as she jostled her chest area. Resting her head against the pillow, Octavia groaned as Vinyl shook her gently once more.

"C'mon, Tav, gotta be more awake."

"I am."

She trailed off before opening her eyes again and focused on the man. She narrowed her eyes at her father before moving to grip the older man's hand.

"Hi, Daddy."

The man smiled again before standing, only to drop a kiss on the woman's forehead before pulling away.

"Rest easy, pumpkin. How are you feeling?"

"Everything hurts."

"That's to be expected. We'll get through this, angel, don't worry."

"Daddy, my cello..."

Vinyl winced at the words, eyes slipping over to look at the man as he stood, jaw set as he warred with the potent emotion thumping angrily behind his eyes.

"I don't know yet, pumpkin. We'll find it, though."

"I'm very tired, father."

"Sleep, angel. I'll see you in the morning."

Humming, Octavia relaxed against the mattress, fingers gently squeezing her father's hand as she drifted off again.

"Tell Vinyl I love her."

Viktor merely nodded before slowly placing the woman's hand back on the bed, careful to not move too suddenly. Signaling for Vinyl to follow him outside, the two quietly exited the room and stopped just outside the door, regarding each other silently.

"Take good care of my little girl, Vinyl. She's going to need everyone until she gets back on her feet."

Crossing her arms, Vinyl leaned against the wall, eyes watching as her boot absently kicked at the pristine tiles of the hallway. Sighing heavily, Vinyl lifted her focus back to the patiently waiting businessman.

"I wasn't going to leave her side, sir. Not now, not ever. I want to be there for everything, if she'll let me."

He smiled and nodded, the exhaustion in his body now glaringly apparent.

"Thank you. I'll return in a few hours, there are people I'd like to speak to. Good night, Vinyl."

"Good night, Mister Melody."

Vinyl paused in the hall as she watched the tall man exit the building, a white-hot emotion swirling deep within her chest. Pushing up from the wall, she wordlessly entered the room and reclaimed her seat on the bed, fingers curling around Octavia's.

More hours passed as daylight finally bled through the oppressive night, the early morning sun illuminating the stark interior in a painful white. Vinyl sat curled in the chair at the bedside, eyes staring blankly at the cellist as she slept peacefully. A small knock caught her attention, her body twisting to acknowledge the new presence.

Spitfire stood at the door, Soarin and an unfamiliar officer behind both her shoulders. Jerking her head, Spitfire motioned for the jockey to vacate the room, allowing the newly arrived Snowheart and the officer into the room. Soarin smiled brilliantly at the DJ before nodding to the Captain, and slowly receded toward the exit. Vinyl watched briefly before turning her eyes back to the uneasy flyer.

"What is it, Spit?"

"Well. The cops found Stella. And Soarin and I found O's cello."

Vinyl exhaled sharply, eyes turning back toward the room as the officer pulled up a chair to the freshly awake cellist, drawing a blatant irritation from the injured player. The quiet voices of both player and police barely reached the jockey's sensitive ears, adding to the growing discomfort of the situation, red eyes following Snowheart as she checked the cellist.

"Okay, Spit, what? What happened?"

"Stella tried to kill herself last night."

Jerking back at the words, Vinyl snapped her eyes back to the captain.

"She did? So it was her. Octavia mentioned it a few times, but she was still too out of it for anything concrete. Did she do it?"

"Uhm, no. She's upstairs in psych. Sapphire is apparently up there, too."

"When did you find all of this out?"

"About an hour ago? The cops were pretty hush-hush about it. The guy in there came down to see if Octavia could piece together anything for him, so they know how to proceed."

Vinyl tapped her foot, unnerved at the newest revelation. Again she focused on Octavia as she attempted to explain to the Officer as he scribbled in his notepad, pausing every so often for clarification. Vinyl noticed the discomfort cross the cellist's face as she shifted, causing her to tilt toward the room out of reflex. Spitfire's voice drew her back from the reverie, crimson eyes snapping over to refocus on the pilot.

"You mentioned Octavia's cello. Where is it?"

A nervous smile flashed across the pilot's face, only to be replaced by a frosty displeasure.

"That's not really important right now. Oh, Symphony's on her way with clothes for Octavia, permitted they let her leave today."

Snowheart joined the pair in that moment, a small smile ghosting pale lips.

"I think she'll be okay. The initial shock has worn off, and everything seems to be falling into place. The shoulder needs to remain still, and there isn't too much anyone can do for her ribs, but if she's careful, I can see Doc letting her leave today."

A bright ray of sunlight suddenly fell across the floor, drawing the focus of the three women as they stood in the hall. Symphony held the door open for Soarin as he entered the hospital, the familiar black hard case tightly in his grip. Offering a sheepish grin, he held up the case and motioned the women forward as he slid over toward a small cluster of chairs. Vinyl approached slowly, eyes trained on the black case as it was placed easily on one of the wide chairs, silently waiting. Symphony approached the tense group, pale eyebrows knitting tightly on her forehead.

Vinyl reached a hand out for the case but was stopped by the stunt pilot, drawing her focus back to the flame-haired woman as she slowly shook her head.

"Don't, okay? There's no point."

A harsh understanding festered within the jockey, drawing a pained sighed as she studied the case, eyes slipping closed as she imagined the cellist's face upon hearing the news. Symphony slipped in beside her, hand moving to gently grasp the jockey's hand as her head still hung low.

"We can fix--"

Spitfire shook her head before jamming her hands in her pockets, eyes swarming with disappointment. Symphony squeezed closed her own eyes before tugging on Vinyl, bringing her back toward Octavia's room. The officer met them at the threshold and tipped his hat before passing the pair and headed toward the door. Symphony entered the room a moment later and approached the emotionally drawn cellist. Setting the bag on the chair, Symphony sat on the edge of the bed and softly pushed away the bangs from the stress-lined forehead.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Hello, Symphony."

"How are you feeling?"

Pausing a moment, Octavia lifted her arm, grimacing at the shooting pain from her sides at the movement, before her eyes dropped to scan the black sling pressed tightly to her chest. Wincing, Octavia closed her eyes and offered a shallow sigh.

"It hurts to breathe, it hurts to smile... Everything hurts."

"Snow tells us you might get to go home today, provided you're stable enough."

Nodding, Octavia passed her eyes to the jockey leaning against the door frame, crimson eyes alight with unknown emotion. Walking forward, Vinyl smiled down at the cellist.

"Hey, Tav."

"You stayed with me, I remember."

Grinning, Vinyl bobbed her head.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away."

"Thank you."

A deep voice from the doorway drew the attention of the players, the older doctor stepping meaningfully into the room.

"Good morning, ladies. If you'd excuse us?"

Symphony and Vinyl nodded in understanding before filing out the door, allowing the man to talk with the cellist.

"Good morning. How are you doing?"

"Things hurt so much, Doctor. Breathing, speaking, even just sitting here."

"Yes, Miss, that's to be expected. You were mildly concussed, two of your ribs were broken, and your shoulder separated. The bruising on your wrist and stomach is merely cosmetic, and the ache should dissipate in a few days. Is there anything else you can recall?"

"No, nothing pain related. An officer was here just a few moments ago, and took my statement about the incident."

"So you recall what happened?"

Suppressing a shudder, Octavia nodded slowly.

"Most of it, yes. I remember her knee connecting with my side... I remember feeling the pain in my shoulder, and then I must have blacked out... I don't really remember much else, just... pieces and fragments."

"Okay, Miss, very good. I'd like to ask you some question, check your memory."

Octavia nodded, ignoring the pain in her shoulder at the subtle movement.

"Name?"

"Octavia Melody."

The doctor cycled through a few more questions, pleased when the cellist answered concisely and immediately. Smiling, he jerked his head toward the door and the two women leaning against the wall across the hall, lost in conversation.

"And who is the woman on the left?"

"Symphony Strings."

"And the one on the right?"

Octavia's smile widened as she watched the spinner, striking concern etched beautifully across the pale face.

"Why, that's Vinyl Scratch."

The man chuckled and scribbled another note before standing, drawing himself up to his full height.

"Yes, Miss Melody, I'm very pleased at your progress. If all goes well, you should be released soon. Best of luck."

Taking his exit, the man gestured to the two women before heading off down the hall. Symphony quickly reentered the room and sat on the bed beside her friend, teal eyes swimming with concern.

"How are you, Octavia?"

"Better. Still in pain."

"You were a mess last night. What happened?"

"Stella happened. Details are still fuzzy, but she told me she loved me, and then attacked me."

From her position by the door, Vinyl frowned, red eyes staring, unfocused, out the window. Symphony tossed a concerned look over her shoulder before slipping her attention back to the cellist. Octavia studied Vinyl for a moment, a nagging concern pooling in the back of her mind as she watched the woman. Zeroing in on Symphony, the cellist gently squeezed the fingers between her own.

"Symphony, could you please fetch Spitfire? I'd like to ask her something."

Surprised at the request, the woman nodded before standing and headed out the door. Vinyl hesitated before walking forward, taking up the space on the bed Symphony had just vacated. Grinning at the cellist, Vinyl cautiously slid the backs of her fingers down the cellist's exposed forearm.

"I'm glad you're okay, Tav."

"I was terrified. I think Stella stole my cello, Vinyl."

A flash of guilt crossed the woman's face at the admission, the subtle change not unnoticed by the cellist.

"You... know something. Where's my cello?"

Sighing, Vinyl curled her fingers around Octavia's forearm, above the bruised hand print and squeezed soothingly.

"Don't wor--"

"Vinyl."

Locking eyes with the cellist, Vinyl momentarily focused on the bruising above the woman's eye, a tight frown curling her lips.

"She destroyed it, Tav. Spitfire didn't have the heart to show me."

Biting back a small sob, Octavia curled her fingers into the jockey's forearm, amethyst eyes glazing over in agony as the tears silently fell.

"No. Please, tell me that's a cruel joke."

"No... no joke. I'm so sorry, Octavia."

"She couldn't... how could she?"

Vinyl clicked her tongue and shifted forward, hands moving to soothe the inflamed skin of the player's tear-streaked face. Leaning her forehead against Octavia's, Vinyl closed her eyes in a silent offering of support.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I wish I could fix this."

Releasing a shuddering gasp, Octavia lifted her arm to curl around her aching ribs, face contorting with pain.

"Stella Artois is the bane of my existence!!"

Gasping against the increasing pressure on her chest, Octavia leaned back against the bed to reduce the agony, eyes falling closed as she settled her erratic breathing. Vinyl soothed the cellist, hands lightly running across the uninjured parts of the woman as her voice mumbled niceties to the player.

"I didn't want to tell you like this..."

"N-no. I needed... my poor. Goodness, why break it?"

"To get one final dig in at you before she--"

Vinyl snapped her lips closed in that instant, red eyes falling to study the white sheets. Octavia pried her eyes open to study the woman, the stillness dulling the pain in her chest, allowing her to look hard at the woman.

"Before she what? What else happened?"

Locking eyes with the distraught woman, Vinyl swallowed her discomfort.

"Stella tried to kill herself last night."

Octavia slipped her eyes closed at that, a low grunt escaping the parted lips.

"I assume she didn't succeed?"

"No."

A soft, disarming knock sounded at the door frame, two pairs of eyes snapping to look at the arrival. A disheveled and silently crying Sapphire Shores stood at the door frame, trademark eye make-up running down the haunted visage of the singer. Vinyl forced up from the bed but was stopped by the cellist gripping two of her fingers, instantly calming the intensity burning in the crimson eyes. Wordlessly the woman staggered forward, honey eyes watching the cellist intently. Collapsing into the chair beside the cellist, Sapphire inhaled a shuddering breath before shaking her head, blue hair falling to conceal the devastated look.

"I-I'm so sorry for Stella, Octavia. I never meant to let her out of my sight. I knew what she wanted to do to you and I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. She left last night, and I didn't realize... Oh, Octavia... I never meant for this to happen. I hope you can forgive her. She didn't handle anything well... she's so sensitive... I wish I could have protected her better."

Octavia squeezed the two fingers still in her grasp, eyes never leaving the harrowing form of the once glorious singer.

"I don't know what you're doing here, Sapphire... but it really is no concern of my own. She attacked me and destroyed my instrument... there is no excuse for that."

Lifting her bloodshot eyes, Sapphire bit her lip in consternation.

"I'm sorry, Octavia. I love her, and I was asked to leave the ward for a bit, because I was upsetting her more. I heard you were awake, I wanted to... to come see you... I wanted you to know that she is sorry."

Mulberry eyes narrowed suddenly, a searing pain pulsing behind her orbs as another headache started to form.

"The ward... Stella is here? In this hospital?"

Sapphire merely nodded before falling into more fitful tears. Spitfire and Symphony entered a moment later, the former quickly collecting the crying singer and ushered her quietly out the door. Symphony curled into the chair and studied the frowning cellist. Redheart knocked softly at the door, an array of supplies in her hands.

"Medicine time. Doc is giving you a 3:30 release."

Octavia nodded and watched as the nurse loaded her IV, thankful for more painkillers, the stress from the previous meeting causing her undue misery. Vinyl and Symphony watched quietly, taking in the oddly comforting sight of the nurse attending the quiet cellist. Redheart excused herself seconds later, offering her support should she be needed in the remaining hours. Spitfire entered as Red left, brown eyes focused on the cellist.

"Hey, cello lady. What'd you need?"

Shaking free the swirling thoughts, Octavia offered a sad grin to the pilot.

"Do you have your car?"

Viktor stepped out of the back of the town car, a brightly colored bouquet clasped gently in his hand. Closing the door behind him, he motioned for the driver to park before stepping into the quiet commotion of the hospital. Quickly approaching his daughter's room, he deftly stepped inside, face lighting upon seeing the cellist sitting up. Grinning, he offered the flowers to the woman before bending to drop a quick kiss to the top of her head.

"Hello, darling. How are you doing?"

"Better, thank you. I'm going to be released soon."

"Yes, I heard. I'm very glad to hear."

The man smiled at Symphony as she entered, Vinyl and Spitfire in check behind her. Nodding to the man, the spinner shook his hand.

"Good to see you again, Mister Melody."

"Likewise. And Spitfire, what a pleasure."

The pilot shook his hand before walking around the bed to settle on the window sill. Redheart entered quickly, taking a few notes, before exiting once more. Symphony placed the black travel bag down on the edge of the bed and smiled up at the cellist, teal eyes sparkling.

"Since you're not a hot mess anymore, I figured we'd get you dressed and ready to go. It's almost time, after all."

Frowning, the cellist absently picked at the hem of her blanket, eyebrows drawing in thought. Viktor leaned forward, hand coming to rest thoughtfully on the woman's leg.

"What is it, dear?"

Lifting her eyes to match her father's, Octavia's frown deepened.

"I can't sign myself out of the hospital with my arm in this sling. Even the slightest movement causes me pain. And playing my cello... Oh, daddy, my cello's been destroyed."

"Your cello, darling?"

Fighting the tears that crashed through her resolve, Octavia roughly cleared her throat, drawing a painful sneer as a jolt rocked her battered ribs.

"Stella destroyed it. I have to request another cello, and that could take... I don't even know. I don't even know when I can play again, the healing time for a shoulder injury like this varies."

Vinyl slid in beside the increasingly distraught man, bending at the hip to gently rub the cellist's good shoulder.

"One thing at a time, kid. Don't think about it, okay? We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Octavia simply nodded before leaning backward, warring roughly with the splitting turmoil crashing through her psyche. Both Red and Snowheart walked back into the room, the latter leaving a wheelchair before quickly leaving the room. Redheart approached the cellist and smiled, looking down with a quiet appreciation.

"Doc says you should be free to go, after I go over your discharge instructions and all the other information you need, okay?"

Octavia nodded and forced herself to sit up slightly, ignoring the crushing pain in her side. Instead she focused on Redheart as she explained, eyes occasionally skipping over to watch Vinyl and Symphony pack up the few things left over in the room. Drawing her attention back to the patiently waiting nurse, Octavia nodded before being cleared. Redheart left the proper paperwork and equipment before bidding a farewell and deftly left the room. Octavia tossed the blankets from her legs as her father moved the chair back before stepping up to her side. Battling the breath-stealing pain, Octavia hefted to her feet, swaying gently before settling. Slipping her eyes over to regard Symphony, the raven-haired player smiled reassuringly to the woman.

"Symphony, if you'd be so kind?"

Nodding quietly, the woman grabbed the black travel bag and tossed it on the bed behind Octavia. Sensing a quiet need, Viktor excused himself to the hallway, followed closely by Vinyl and Spitfire. Symphony pivoted to stand before the cellist, bright eyes softening.

"So do I get the honor of ripping that hospital gown off you?"

Octavia smiled and nodded.

Vinyl paced outside the door, blue brows bunched painfully on the stress-twisted forehead. Spitfire reached a hand out to grab the jockey's shirt before pulling her to lean against the wall, silently urging the woman to settle. A few moments passed before the strings pair emerged, leaving Octavia dressed well, a borrowed pea coat tucked around her shoulders. Smiling at the waiting trio, the cellist bowed her head at the group.

"I have only one request."

Vinyl stepped forward, hands reaching up to smooth the rumpled lapels of her pea coat as it hung carefully around the cellist, quiet garnet searching emotional amethyst.

"What is it?"

"I wish to see Stella Artois."

Vinyl jerked back at the small request, face falling into deadly irritation before she could stop it.

"What the hell do you want to--"

"Please."

Symphony huffed and stepped beside Vinyl, her own face twisted in annoyance.

"Octavia, there's no need to see her. Let her rot in peace."

Viktor, too, shared a similar look, his dark eyes haunted. Spitfire merely shrugged and stepped forward, chin jerking in the direction of the cellist.

"I'll take you up, O."

Three pairs of eyes instantly torched the pilot, causing her to smile ruefully. Vinyl grunted and shook her head, hands lifting to bury inside the pockets of a well-worn pair of jeans.

"No, I'll take her."

Octavia smiled briefly, turning her body toward the elevators to take her up. Vinyl fell in step beside her, eyes glancing backward to settle hotly on the pilot, ignoring the small grin that greeted her. Turning ahead, Vinyl sighed and bumped her elbow into the elevator button before studying the quiet cellist, concerned at the pain wrinkle on the woman's forehead. The doors opened, admitting the pair into the steely car before starting upward, waiting patiently for the doors to open.

Stepping out into a pristine hall, Octavia hesitated, causing Vinyl to gently lead her toward the desk up the hall, allowing her a moment to wrap a protective arm around the cellist. Stopping at the station, Octavia peered thoughtfully down at the kind nurse.

"Stella Artois, please."

Scanning the computer for a moment, the nurse nodded and gestured further down the hall.

"306, ma'am. We ask that you don't stay long."

Responding numbly, Octavia bobbed her head and started down the hall, the twinges of each step causing a dull pulse to course through her as she moved. Vinyl was silently beside her, red eyes hard with emotion. Stopping beside the cracked door, Octavia turned to look over her companion.

"I won't be long, of course."

Understanding, Vinyl stepped back to lean against the wall, focus shifting to stare blankly outward. Licking her lips, Octavia slowly toed open the door and stepped inside, pausing to close the door with her hip, eyes never leaving the rumpled form of Sapphire Shores as she sat, hunched over the side of the bed. Stella lay in the middle of the bed, blue eyes unfocused as she stared at the ceiling, twin, thick bandages wrapped around both her forearms.

Sapphire turned to regard the cellist, amber eyes dark and bloodshot with barely repressed distress.

"Octavia."

The unearthly voice of the cellist caught Octavia by surprise, the mulberry eyes jumping up to land soundly on the redhead. Blue eyes turned with agonizing slowness, the dead eyes finally latching painfully onto the player. Scoffing, Stella continued to stare, eyebrows drawing in anger.

"What are you doing here."

"I heard what you did. To yourself. To me. To my cello. Something brought me up here."

"Heh. For pity?"

Octavia shook her head, mouth twisting into a small scowl at the pain in her shoulder. Ignoring the oddly familiar tenderness, Octavia chanced a step forward.

"To understand. Why did you do it? Why couldn't you just let this go?"

"Because no one can ever just let you go. You've got an odd knack for getting under people's skin, just ask Scratch. I wish I had killed you."

Octavia paused mid-stride, horrified at the revelation. Straightening, the cellist shook her head, mulberry eyes betraying her emotion.

"I will never understand you or what you did, Stella. But I do know that I feel sorry for you."

"You made me like this, Octavia. You destroyed my career. So I thought I'd destroy yours. You broke my heart, so I worked to break yours. You're only worth having if you're invested in something else. I never realized that, not until I saw you with her."

"You kissed me."

Stella laughed humorlessly, the ice blue eyes falling closed as she tugged at the binding on her wrists.

"You're lucky that's all I did. I can't tell which of you is sweeter... you or Scratch."

Snapping her head up at the tiny voice, Octavia frowned, her resolve strengthening as she stepped closer to the bed.

"I'm sorry I removed you from the spotlight, but not sorry that I removed you from my Orchestra. You're dangerous, you're not well. I wanted to befriend you, but you attacked me for years. What was I supposed to do?"

The fiery eyes of the cellist finally softened, the blue orbs watering slightly as the redhead began to quietly cry. Never tearing her eyes from Octavia, Stella pulled her lips into a bemused grin.

"You were supposed to be my friend, regardless. You never noticed me, you know. Never once. All of those years, all of that time spent, and you never even gave me a second thought. I did everything you ever wanted, stayed late on nights the section struggled, helped you progress, knowing of your passion for the instrument... I would have given anything to be your number one."

An inner tightness threatened to ground the cellist, the bitter words echoing painfully within her chest. Ignoring the tears that fell, Octavia struggled with her words, lips cracking as she attempted to speak.

"I'm sorry, Stella. Truly. I didn't know, though I wish I had. But I cannot forgive the things that you have done. And my cello... I wish you well, but if there is ever any idea of you contacting me in the future... remove it from your thoughts as we speak. I will not deal with this any longer."

"Get out."

Swallowing her pride, Octavia nodded and turned, pausing at the door to cast a final look back at the redhead. Shaking her head, Octavia twisted and pulled, sliding roughly into the hallway before pulling the door shut. Pinning Vinyl with a tearful gaze, the player walked wordlessly forward, ignoring the streams that still marred her paling flesh. Vinyl easily matched strides with the cellist as they approached the elevators, stopping briefly as they awaited the car. Once inside, Vinyl tossed a concerned smile to the player.

"You okay, Tav?"

"Yes. Vinyl?"

Humming in response, Vinyl turned toward the woman as she casually leaned against the stainless steel wall. Locking eyes with the DJ, Octavia smirked, a certain melancholy clinging noticeably to the shorter woman as she studied the two-tone pianist. Braving a step forward, Octavia gently lifted her hand to tangle in the spinner's shirt before stepping into the DJ, their lips meeting in a long, desperate kiss. Pulling away just before the doors opened, Octavia flashed an unsteady smile to the DJ before stepping out of the elevator and made short work of meeting with the patient group by the doors.

Viktor looked up and smiled at his daughter, breaking free from the women to greet the musician.

"Hello, darling. Martin has the car right outside, whenever you're ready."

Vinyl stepped forward, smiling gently at the older man.

"Actually, I was going to take Octavia home with me."

Two sets of mulberry eyes looked over the pianist, pulling a sweet grin from the player. Octavia smiled ruefully, eyes falling closed as she subtly leaned into the offered warmth.

"I'm afraid I can't ride on the back of your motorcycle, Vinyl."

Spitfire and Vinyl simultaneously tossed their respective keys, each catching the proffered pair with practiced efficiency. Holding up the keys to the sports car, Vinyl smiled, unsure of her offer. Octavia affirmed, nodding her head gratefully. Symphony jerked forward, gently enveloping the cellist in a warm embrace.

"Be careful with yourself, okay?"

Nodding, Octavia detangled from the violinist before turning kind eyes to her father.

"Thank you, daddy, but--"

"It's okay, angel. I know Vinyl will take good care of you."

Pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, he smiled before taking his leave. Spitfire curled a possessive arm around the violinist before pinning the other pair with a tired smile.

"I promise not to fuck your bike up, if you promise not to wrap my car around any telephone poles."

"Deal."

Octavia exited the hospital first, pausing only to inhale as deeply as she dared, thankful for the cool breeze that ruffled the long, black tresses. Vinyl stilled at her side, patiently waiting for the woman before Octavia called out to Spitfire. Obediently returning to the cellist's side, the pilot waited curiously, eyebrows high in expectation.

"Spitfire, where is my cello?"

Flushing, the woman ran an unsteady hand through her hair.

"Oh, uh, see--"

"I know it was been destroyed, but... I still wish to see it."

Symphony ran a sympathetic hand down the cellist's arm before exhaling slowly.

"Your cello's in my apartment. Would you like for us to drop it off at Vinyl's?"

"Yes, please."

Symphony bobbed her head in affirmation before breaking toward the motorcycle, leaving Vinyl and Octavia standing motionless outside the emergency room doors. Finally, Octavia stepped forward, leading Vinyl toward the glistening blue sports car. Curling around the cellist, Vinyl opened the door and waited patiently for the woman to settle before skirting around the hood of the car and slid in behind the wheel. Tossing the cellist's bag into the backseat, Vinyl slipped the key into the ignition, grinning automatically as the car kicked over with a vibrating rumble. Pulling out of the spot, the jockey stopped as her bike came rolling up beside her window.

Leaning down, Spitfire grinned at both women.

"I think I look hotter behind the wheel than you do, loser."

"I look sexier on my bike, dork."

"I'll bring the case by after I drop off the dead weight, deal?"

"Deal."

Octavia silently watched the white motorcycle glide seamlessly in front of them before turning and darting off down the street. Leaning back against the soft leather, Octavia smiled, eyes drifting lazily over to study the focused DJ.

"You do look better on that bike."

Vinyl smirked, content.

Vinyl pushed open the door to her apartment, the cellist's bag slung casually over her shoulder. Stepping aside, she allowed the woman to walk gingerly into the apartment, face strained. Melting into the arm chair, the raven-haired player sighed softly, ignoring the pricks of distress flowing over her upper body. Closing her eyes, Octavia focused on the sound of the DJ as she moved around the apartment before searching through the borrowed satchel. Hearing the distinct sound of pills tumbling in their bottle, Octavia grinned, straining to hear as the DJ opened the fridge to pull something out before slamming it closed. Feeling the echo of the woman's footsteps, she grinned before looking up at the jockey stopped right beside her.

Offering the pills and bottle of water to the cellist, Vinyl smiled reassuringly.

"I know you're in pain, just take the pills, okay?"

Nodding, Octavia plucked the pills from the jockey's palm and popped them in her mouth before taking a drink, tossing her head back and grimacing as the large pills slid down her throat. Scrunching her face in annoyance, Octavia offered the open bottle to the DJ and watched with interest as she twisted the cap back on the bottle. Taking a seat on the couch beside the dark-haired musician and her chair, Vinyl leaned against the arm and studied the quiet player.

Feeling the weight of the intrigued pianist's scrutiny, Octavia smiled before briefly focusing her orbs on the spinner, her curious gaze scanning the eccentric apartment with renewed fervor. Finally noticing the black piano tucked in the corner, Octavia sucked in a shallow breath before pivoting her head around to look fondly at her friend.

"The cover... it's a piano."

"Yeah. I've been writing a lot recently. It hasn't been covered in almost a month."

Fingers ambling gently across the soft cloth of her pants, Octavia chanced a glance up, eyes locking instantly with the swelling red eyes.

"Play for me?"

Licking her lips, Vinyl smiled and stood, offering her hands in assisting the cellist to stand. Leading her over toward the piano, Vinyl casually took her seat and waited patiently for the player to settle comfortably. Lifting her hands, the jockey gentle tickled the keys, mouth twisting in thought.

"Any requests?"

Sighing, Octavia leaned against the player's shoulder, careful of her damaged side, and nestled in beside her companion.

"Something smooth. And low."

Vinyl paused for a moment before beginning a wistful tune, eyes fluttering closed as the words tumbled free.

"Stay low. Soft, dark, and dreamless. Far beneath my nightmares and loneliness. I hate me, for breathing without you. I don't want to feel anymore for you."

Vinyl glanced over at the cellist and smiled as she continued.

"Grieving for you. I'm not grieving for you. Nothing real love can't undo. And though I may have lost my way, all paths lead straight to you. I long to be like you--"

A sharp knock at the door caused the jockey's mouth to snap shut before beginning another verse, eyebrows drawing as she stared at the offending object. Grinning, she gently pulled away from the cellist and stood.

"It's probably Spit."

Turning the handle, Vinyl opened the door and froze, body instantly tensing.

"Cash."

Author's Notes:

I have the worst pain in my neck. There's a disc and it's bulging. Let me just tell you how much that hurts when you're hunched over a laptop and typing away like a creep. BUNCHES. BUT: Thank you all for your continued support. This chapter really didn't turn out as planned, but a part of me still appreciates it somehow. Happy Saturday!

Patience

Vinyl curled her lip in variable disdain, mouth opening to lash out at the woman standing stiffly in the hallway. Octavia scrambled to her feet suddenly and lurched forward, eyes wide with fear.

"Vinyl."

The cellist's voice cut into the spinner's anger, instantly spurring the two-tone player into icy silence. Octavia stepped carefully around the jockey, careful to ignore the blazing fury in the intense red eyes. The player stopped just before the DJ, her free hand sliding backward to grasp Vinyl's hand in silent patience, willing the jockey to still the raging flurry of emotion. Clearing her throat, Octavia straightened slightly, mulberry eyes focused sharply on her mother as she continued a silent war with the incensed spinner. Finally scoffing, Virtuosa dropped her eyes to her daughter, painted mouth hideously curling.

"I'm taking you out of here, Octavia, please get your coat."

Gripping tighter to the spinner, Octavia chanced a small shake of the head, ignoring the wave of dizziness, her eyes tied rebelliously to the red-honey orbs of her mother. Feeling the noticeable, tensing shift of the spinner's forearm muscles, the raven-haired cellist casually slid her thumb down the enraged player's skin, willing the woman to calm. Again Octavia squared, a building resilience offering her the strength to respond to the harrowing figure, the swirling nausea going unnoticed.

"I will not, Virtuosa. I am safe here and I am happy here. There is nothing you can say to make me feel otherwise."

Octavia fought the reflexive wince as she watched her mother's already feral eyes darken. The golden-ruby eyes flicked back up to carefully study the trembling jockey, ignoring the venomous hatred pulsing from the sharp eyes. Snorting, the thin woman smoothed the front of her trench coat, clearly fighting the words she so desperately craved to release. Licking her lips, the poisonous woman snapped her attention back to the cellist, a dark smile twisting the full lips.

"Come now, darling. This little phase of rebellion has gone on quite long enough. Now, you will be getting your coat and following me to the Estate. We'll take care of you there. This harlot will only make things worse."

Vinyl practically snarled as she pressed closer to the woman, trying in vain to ignore the desperate hand still clinging painfully to her forearm.

"You should know a thing or two about harlots, Cash."

Octavia tossed a pleading glance to the jockey, her chest protesting at the angle before she twisted to face forward, breath escaping in a ragged burst as she jerked her head to her mother, a bolt of red-hot pain snaking through her already-frazzled brain.

"You are not welcome here. Please leave or I will let Vinyl do what she is so respectfully refraining from-- for my sake, not yours. Is that perfectly understood?"

Virtuosa narrowed her eyes at the comment, the thin, dark eyebrows rippling the tightly drawn forehead. Stepping over the threshold, the tall woman sneered at the DJ, poignantly disregarding the cellist that glared up at her. Tilting her chin to the fury-laden spinner, Virtuosa cocked a sly smile.

"You and I both know you're keeping her here because of your jealousy, Scratch. But it can't be helped that I'm still here and your mother left you--"

The well-dressed woman jerked back at the sudden fury, a small flash of fear filling the bright eyes as she looked over the DJ, teeth bared dangerously, red eyes torched with a swirling fury. The emotionally taught body stopped against the cellist's free arm and dared no further, agonizingly aware of the cellist's injuries as she snapped her hand up to stop the spinner's forward movement. A foreign growl startled the anger-induced atmosphere, the sudden arrival of the wild pilot drawing a startled gasp from the cellist.

Spitfire shoved between mother and daughter, the large hard case lifted as though it were a weapon, causing the older woman to jerk backward at the sudden intrusion. Spit grunted, honey-brown eyes blazing as she stung the woman with a spiteful glare.

"I'm not tied to Octavia the way Vinyl is, I won't fucking hesitate to tear you the hell apart."

Vinyl jerked forward, grabbing the back of the pilot's shirt as she stood menacingly, body coiled reflexively as she stared down the businesswoman. Smirking, Virtuosa stood to her full height and smiled at the pilot, a deceptively still hand lifting to run through the silken tresses as she pulled her coat tighter around her impossibly thin frame. Tossing a casual glance to the cellist, Virtuosa nodded, a deadly smile tugging at her lips.

"We'll discuss this later, darling. Count on it."

With a last flick of her eyes, Virtuosa smirked devilishly to the DJ before stalking off gracefully down the hall, the sound of her heels echoing eerily in her wake. Spitfire twitched her shoulder before turning around, eyes softening as she studied to two women. Shuffling toward the apartment, the tense pair stepped backward together, drawing a small smile from the flyer. Closing the door behind her, Spit propped up the case by the door and tossed an apologetic look to the cellist.

"Sorry, O. I kinda lose my temper pretty quickly. Are you guys okay? What happened?"

Octavia sighed, the stress in her body flowing out quickly as she leaned against the surrounding heat of the quiet spinner, a flaring weakness swirling within her chest. Vinyl lifted her hand automatically, arm curling lightly around the cellist's midsection, careful of the damaged bones as she pulled the cellist into a loose embrace. Octavia smile merely grew, her free hand sliding upward to gently clasp the spinner's forearm, eyebrows drawing in discontent.

"My mother happened. Thank you, though, for interjecting. Although I'm sure my mother fears Vinyl far more than she fears you, I'm well aware of the fact that she knows I can't control what you do, and that she may have very well been attacked."

Spitfire grinned ruefully, brown eyes dancing with humor.

"I probably would have at least hit her with your cello, even though I would have gotten in a huge amount of trouble."

Jerking a thumb over her shoulder, Spitfire smiled as she acknowledged the case.

"I'm sorry it took so long, Symph made me stop for donuts. She didn't save you any."

Octavia nodded and twisted to look at the spinner, frowning slightly as she noticed a shadow of thought clouding the burning crimson orbs. Turning back toward Spit, she grinned half-heartedly and nodded her thanks to the pilot.

"Thank you, again. It's very much appreciated."

Nodding, the captain shoved her hands in her pockets, eyes fluttering over to watch the pianist. Bobbing her head, she exhaled quickly.

"Yo, Scratch, you alive in there?"

"Yeah, we're good. Thanks, Cap."

"Don't mention it. Night, guys."

Vinyl watched in silence as Spitfire disappeared out the door, closing the heavy piece with a quiet click. Octavia detangled swiftly from the loose embrace, pivoting in place to pin the blue-haired player with an agonized stare, ignoring the crippling dizziness that threatened to buckle the shaking knees.

"Vinyl?"

The player in question simply shrugged and offered a sad smile, a limp hand springing upward to clasp Octavia's free one.

"Don't. It's all good. Are you hungry? I know hospital food is pretty crappy."

Octavia exhaled, eyes fluttering closed as she shook her head. Tossing a tentative glance at the black case, the strings player swallowed the horrible sadness threatening her current state as she followed Vinyl toward the kitchen. Taking a seat at the quaint table set near the kitchen, Octavia grinned as her eyes followed Vinyl as she paced the counters, body floating easily around the clean space. Red eyes appeared to study the cellist quietly, a tiny smile tugging at her lips.

"I'll at least make you some tea. How's your head?"

"Vinyl?"

Stopping in her movement, Vinyl looked up from the stove top.

"Yeah, Tav?"

"About my mother, I--"

Vinyl leaned against the counter, orbs fluttering closed in thought as she raised her hand to silence the guilty words that attempted to tumble from the pained cellist. For long minutes the jockey remained still, lost in a fog of disproportionate images as the biting words echoed around her mind. Breathing deeply, Vinyl slipped her eyes open before stopping the cellist with soulful despair.

"Hey, what your mom does normally doesn't reflect on you. She's not worth my time, okay? And if you really are happy here, then I hope it stays that way. Now, seriously, tea? Toast? Nausea meds?"

Smiling sadly, Octavia settled in the chair and closed her eyes, an incessant drumming picking away at her subconscious.

"Tea, please. And maybe a small piece of toast."

Vinyl continued with her preparations, humming lowly as she moved around the kitchen. Octavia grimaced as she shifted in the chair, the stiffness of the normally comfortable chairs adding a heaviness to her stress-stiffened ribcage. Grunting, the cellist hefted to her feet and staggered toward the large arm chair, smiling gratefully as she slowly deflated into the well-loved cushions. Eyes closed, the cellist's smile widened, pleased at the quiet stillness of the apartment as Vinyl ghosted around her. The warm steam of tea alerted her to the spinner's presence as she knelt beside the chair, offering a strong brew to the still-shaking cellist.

"I know you have a thing for Earl, so I hope that's okay. Cream, no sugar, right?"

Octavia peered thoughtfully at the blue-haired woman, a surprised smile turning her lips.

"Yes... how did you know?"

"I pay attention. Rye toast, no seeds, and margarine, yeah? I hope you can keep it down."

Impressed at the spinner's thoughtfulness, Octavia accepted the plate and placed it neatly on her lap, eyes crinkling as she smiled at the pianist.

"Thank you for being so good to me, Vinyl."

Offering a tiny smile, Vinyl shifted to sit on the coffee table before the injured player, eyes casually scanning the cellist as she carefully sipped the potent brew. Octavia offered an embarrassed smile as she finished only one piece of toast, peacefully offering the remaining to the DJ, smirk widening as the spinner happily accepted. Wriggling carefully, Octavia settled into the soft back of the chair, her fingers idly drumming along the sides of the mug clenched loosely in her hand. Chuckling, the cellist tipped her cup to the spinner as she devoured the food.

"You knew I'd only eat one, didn't you?"

Nodding, Vinyl swallowed her bite and smiled before placing the plate on the table beside her.

"Yeah, I figured. I'm actually a scavenger: I hover near people and scoop up the leftovers."

Humming, Octavia lifted the mug slowly, wary of her bruised side, and took a long drink from the warm liquid. Sighing, the cellist dropped the mug back to her lap, mulberry eyes shifting over toward the cello case still propped patiently against the wall. Sensing the subtle shift, Vinyl rose to her feet to collect the case and reclaimed her spot on the edge of the table, her eyes falling in quiet respect for the cellist. Eyes lifting, Vinyl offered silent support to the newly emotional cellist, hand reaching for the mug as Octavia tilted forward on the seat.

Placing the mug on the table behind her, Vinyl laid the case across her lap and undid both clasps, her hands supporting the large case as she offered it to the cellist. Octavia lifted her free hand to rest heavily on the top of the scuffed hard case, her eyes instantly watering as she envisioned the tattered body of her well-loved cello. Flicking her eyes upward, Octavia bit her lip as she focused on the calm spinner, red eyes glowing with a strong support for the player. Releasing a shuddering breath, Octavia slid her hand down to the flush seam and pushed slightly, lifting the lid.

A strangled cry escaped the cracked lips of the cellist, her hand having hefted the lid open fully, finally uncovering the splintered pieces of the hallowed instrument. Heavy tears slipped free of the amethyst eyes, the player's free hand flying up to cover her mouth as heart-wrenching sobs echoed from within the depressed woman as she wept. Vinyl clicked her tongue after looking over the tattered mess before closing the case and slipped it to the floor, the DJ urging forward as she dropped to her knees before the crying musician. Crawling between the cellist's knees, Vinyl lifted her arms to gently encase the woman in a loose embrace, her forehead lifting to gently bump Octavia's.

"I'm so sorry, Tav."

Hiccuping, Octavia wrapped her free arm around the jockey's neck as the tears continued, her head dropping to the spinner's shoulder as she silently cried into the woman's neck. Vinyl merely remained, suspended between anger and sympathy, as she held the cellist for tenuous minutes. Finally, Octavia lifted her head and sniffled, amethyst eyes burning with angry redness, a glassy quality shining from the saddened orbs.

"My poor cello..."

Vinyl nodded, eyebrows drawing tight on her forehead as she casually ran a comforting hand down the woman's thigh, eyes falling shut in defeat. Wrestling to her feet, Vinyl stood and offered a comforting hand to the distraught player.

"Come on, Octavia, you need to rest. We can worry about this later, okay?"

Eyes trained on the foreboding case, Octavia nodded before tearing her eyes from the floor, only to steady them on the calming presence of the DJ. Accepting the offered help, Octavia was lifted upward to stand before being lead toward the hallway. Tossing an unconcerned look over her shoulder, Vinyl smiled reassuringly before squeezing the hand still in her grasp.

"I have some pajamas for you to wear tonight. Symphony told me she'd drop some clothes off for you to wear tomorrow, I hope that's okay."

Defeated, the cellist nodded as she continued following the spinner through the apartment. Stopping at a closed door, Vinyl pushed open the door and flicked on the light, illuminating the large bathroom in a calming, white light.

"It's not as fancy as your bathroom, but it does its job."

Nodding, the cellist stepped inside and smiled sadly before turning to regard the patiently waiting DJ.

"There's not too much I can do on my own, not with my arm like this."

Vinyl nodded and entered the room as well, eyes casually scanning the black sling still clinging perfectly to the player.

"I can help with whatever you need, that's what I'm here for. You need toothpaste on your brush, I'm your girl. Clothes giving you a problem? I'll gladly take care of that for you."

Octavia laughed easily at the spinner, a level of nervousness leaving the cellist at the woman's support. Nodding, Octavia followed Vinyl out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom just slightly down the hall. Pushing the door open with her foot, Vinyl flicked on the light and turned to study the quietly investigating cellist.

"How's the pain level, you okay?"

"Yes, everything's a warm fuzziness. I think the exhaustion may be helping with that."

Vinyl accepted the answer and approached her closet, disappearing into the dark abyss for a moment before returning with a plain gray shirt and blue plaid pajama pants.

"It's not expensive silk like what you're probably used to, but they're comfy and warm."

Octavia smiled wonderfully and bobbed her head at the DJ's apologetic tone before accepting the clothes.

"I'm sure they're fine, Scratch. I'm going to freshen up."

Absently smiling, the cellist turned carefully and receded back toward the bathroom. Running a shaky hand through the spiky blue hair, Vinyl released a low whistle before stripping out of her clothes and disappeared into the closet for her own pajamas. Settling on a simple pair of shorts and a white tank, Vinyl slipped back out of the closet and padded around the room, absently fiddling with things while she waited. Moments later saw Octavia cautiously reenter the room, all changed save for the shirt still clinging to her torso. Smiling slightly, Octavia bunched her eyebrows in uncertainty as she pinned the spinner with a desperate sigh.

"I'm afraid I can't get out of this sling on my own."

Ignoring the lick of fire that traced her spine, Vinyl nodded and approached the flushed cellist.

"Oh, so you're kindly asking me to undress you?"

Flushing, Octavia held the playful gaze of the pianist before nodding affirmatively, a playful smile tugging gently at her lips.

"Yes. Do you think you can handle that?"

"I think I got it."

Octavia chuckled as she felt herself relax, pleased the DJ accepted the situation. Glowing amethyst eyes watched carefully as Vinyl approached her, hands lifting to loosen and undo a strap of the sling, easily sliding the black immobilizer from the cellist's body. Flashing an uneven smile, Vinyl took a tepid step back, hands lifting to curl thoughtfully on her hips.

"Need help with the shirt, too, eh?"

Biting her lip, Octavia smiled and nodded slightly.

"Yes. But, Vinyl, my--"

"Your mark. I know, I won't look."

Grinning, Octavia watched, enraptured as the jockey slid around her to settle over her shoulder, impossibly warm hands brushing the skin of her sides as the heavy material of her shirt was casually peeled away from her body. A chill skittered across her shoulders as the coolness of the air nipped at her exposed skin, a field of goosebumps prickling her skin as she stood. The spinner's hands were on her again, casually tracing the bruising she knew to be there, the inflamed touch enveloping her in a blissful heat. She heard Vinyl whisper a curse under her breath as she studied the dark blotches of skin, warm fingers idly sweeping over the damaged tissue, willing it to heal.

Finished with her appraisal of the injury, Vinyl slipped the shirt over the cellist, careful of the free-moving arm as she settled the cloth over the cellist's battered frame. Dropping a small kiss to the injured shoulder, Vinyl knelt to retrieve the sling before walking forward to stand before the cellist. Smiling sweetly, the two-tone spinner lifted her hands to the red-faced musician, both sets of eyes meeting with a bolt of electricity. Gaze never wavering, Vinyl carefully secured the injured limb before smiling satisfactorily to the cellist.

"You're all good, boss. Ready for a super early bedtime?"

Mulberry eyes flicked over to peer out the slit in the curtains, eyes focusing on the tangerine light just outside, signaling the falling of the sun. Snapping her eyes back to the casual spinner, Octavia grinned and shifted forward. Feeling increasingly bold, Octavia moved her free hand to absently run her fingers through the surprisingly soft blue locks, palm sliding across the pale skin of the spinner's neck before her fingers tangled in the short hairs at the base of the jockey's skull. Watching the red eyes flutter, Octavia absently licked her lips before stretching upward, mouth instantly finding the DJ's in a smoldering kiss.

A small moan escaped the spinner at the contact, her hands crawling up to settle hotly on the cellist's hips as she tilted her angle, lips sliding expertly against the cellist's burning mouth as the kiss deepened. Octavia hummed breathlessly, fingers pulling hard against the spinner's neck, bringing the woman almost flush against her, drawing an appreciative groan from the jockey. Spiraling, the jockey traced her tongue along the cellist's bottom lip, drawing a heady sigh from the cellist as she drew Vinyl inward, only to jerk backward with a throaty gasp, their lips breaking with a soft pop.

Vinyl snapped her eyes open in that instant, her fingers flexing automatically against the cellist's perfect hip bones. Octavia opened her dark, hooded eyes, tongue absently tracing her lips as she torched the jockey with a sultry surprise.

"Your tongue ring..."

Grinning, Vinyl bobbed her head, her hand slipping beneath the softness of the cellist's shirt, fingers nimbly stroking the skin over the unknown mark, eyes dropping to study the cellist's perfect lips. With an almost feral tug, Octavia crashed their lips back together, her tongue reaching desperately for the heart-stopping ecstasy of the spinner's tongue ring, groaning deeply at the impassioned contact. Pressing forward, the raven-haired player buried her fingers in the soft blue hair, impossibly drawn into the spinner as their embrace grew more frenzied, the spinner's hand sliding further up the warm softness of the cellist's stomach.

Hitching a breath, Vinyl tugged backward, severing the molten kiss before dropping her forehead to the cellist's.

"We... we have to stop."

Groaning, Octavia absently massaged the spinner's scalp, breaths escaping in ragged bursts against the jockey's incredible mouth.

"I can't. Vinyl..."

Shaking her head, Vinyl dropped a quick kiss to the bruised lips before stepping back from the cellist.

"Tav, you just got out of the hospital. Your ribs are broken, and you've got a friggin' concussion. It's not the smartest thing to do. And besides, I..."

Torrid amethyst met apologetic crimson, the former softening as the cellist nodded her head.

"Yes, you're... You're right. I am feeling rather light-headed at the moment."

"Oh, that's just from my awesomeness. You'll return to normal function shortly."

Smiling despite herself, Octavia chuckled, suddenly aware of the glaring deflation of her energy. Fighting a yawn, the cellist swayed as she took a step toward the DJ.

"You win this round, Pon-3, but I do not give up easily."

Snickering, Vinyl dropped a quick peck on the woman's cheek before turning toward the large bed and folded down the heavy covers. Octavia smiled instantly upon seeing the blue silk sheets, her mulberry eyes climbing to focus intently on the spinner.

"Silk sheets, Miss Tough Guy?"

Offering a sly smile, Vinyl lifted an eyebrow suggestively.

"I like to sleep naked, and silk feels simply amazing against bare skin."

Ignoring the comment, Octavia grinned before sliding into the large bed, sighing peacefully as she settled. Peeking at the DJ, the strings player grinned mischievously.

"If you'd like to sleep how you would normally, I wouldn't complain."

Laughing out loud, Vinyl clicked on the lamp before turning to turn off the overhead, stopping for a moment to pin the cellist with a sultry gaze. Vinyl slid her hands up her shirt to reveal the backward quaver before curling her hands up to expose the toned flesh over her stomach, the metal of her navel piercing glistening in the low light. Smiling up at the player through the messy bangs, the blue-haired spinner flashed a victorious grin to the blushing cellist.

"If you saw me naked, it would kill you."

Ignoring the searing heat curling in her belly, Octavia smiled and nodded her defeat. Fighting a yawn, the cellist closed her eyes and settled against the fluffy pillows, a pleased sigh escaping the full lips. For a moment there was nothing but silence before the DJ finally slid into the bed beside her companion, softly brushing against the woman. Octavia cracked open one eye to study the jockey as she lay propped up on her side, red eyes unfocused with thought. Shuffling over, Octavia snuggled into the spinner's shoulder as her body began to relax fully, the painkillers coursing powerfully through her body.

Vinyl glanced down at the dark head tucked under her chin before offering an unbalanced smile, a menagerie of thoughts skittering through her mind at breakneck speed. Still, the jockey settled down, ignoring the falling rays of the sun as she fit her body to the raven-haired player's curves, their bodies meshing perfectly under the cool silk. Vinyl molded an arm low across the cellist's waist, hand curling into the wonderful dip of the player's hip.

"Is this okay?"

The cellist hummed before wrapping her hand around the jockey's upper arm, nuzzling into the player's jaw.

"Perfect."

Vinyl smiled slightly before settling, eyes trained hard out the window as she lost herself in her thoughts, breaking them momentarily as the cellist's even breathing in sleep washed through her.

A shaft of dull, gray light peeked in from the slightly opened blinds, easily stirring the woman from slumber. A muffled grumble fled from the cellist's parted lips as consciousness descended upon her, sending her synapses into painful awareness of the pulsing aches of her beaten form. Struggling to slip free of the heavy warmth that was tucked possessively around her, Octavia released a low whine before finally cresting the blankets, bright eyes blinking rapidly in the unnerving light. Scanning her surroundings, the disoriented player suddenly recognized the familiar room, a comforting fire exploding through her as she recalled falling asleep the night prior, wrapped safely in the arms of her DJ.

The mulberry gaze finally landed on the side table, an appreciative smile stretching the sleep-chapped lips. Absently kicking at the silk that still clung to her, Octavia fought against the blazing pain in her side as she struggled to sit, hand absently reaching outward for the pills that rested mere inches from the pale digits. Finally throwing her legs over the side of the large bed, Octavia reached for the offered medication and deftly swallowed, hand blindly reaching for the sweating glass before she tossed down a chilled swig of water. Scrunching her face at the feel of the large pills, the raven-haired player placed the still cold water back on the coaster before urging herself to stand, a startling headache slamming her right between the eyes.

With a whimper, the cellist urged her tired frame into moving, pausing in a celebratory moment as her legs responded. Approaching the cracked door, Octavia slipped her fingers in the crack and slid open the door before padding lightly down the hall, a sweet aroma greeting her as she continued down the walk. Breaking into the living area, the sleep-swept cellist grinned foolishly as she watched the DJ waltz confidently around the kitchen, a small earbud tucked effortless into the semi-hidden ears. Turning, Vinyl noticed the woman and beckoned her forward, a small grin twisting her lips.

"Morning, sleepy head. Would you like a waffle?"

Fighting a yawn, Octavia shuffled forward and smirked, nodding her head at the question. Taking a seat at the table, the cellist sighed happily as she watched the DJ cook. Muffled voices suddenly caught her attention as the door was swung open, haphazardly slamming against the jamb at the sudden force. Spitfire, Lyra and Symphony all tumbled inside, a mixture of laughs echoing from the women. Octavia chuckled softly before grinning at the newcomers. Symphony noticed the sleep-tousled cellist and snickered, automatically approaching the seated player.

"Good morning, light of my life!"

Smirking, Octavia curled her good arm around the violinist as she hugged her belly, an amused laugh bubbling free.

"Good morning. What are you all doing here?"

Spitfire pulled out the seat beside the cellist and plopped down, her elbows lifting to rest on the edge of the table.

"Vinyl told me she was making waffles, so here I am. Symphony kinda just follows along, and we met Lyra in the hallway on the way up."

Mulberry eyes jumped up to land on the smiling lyrist as she leaned casually against the still cooking spinner, golden orbs glowing. Instinctively, the cellist curled her mouth into a thankful smile, passing a silent communication to the mint-haired player that cocked her head in understanding. Symphony sat in the remaining chair beside Octavia and gently rubbed the player's knee, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"How are you feeling today? Any better?"

"The headaches come and go, along with the nausea. The pain in my shoulder is just a dull roar at this point."

Lyra, who had plucked free a banana from the bowl on the counter, slipped into the seat beside Spitfire, teeth bared in a suspicious smile. Octavia tilted her head at the mint-haired player, perturbed at the strange look. Taking a bite of the fruit, Lyra winked at the cellist.

"I like your bedhead, Melody. You sleep okay?"

Passing an elated smile to the distracted spinner, Octavia turned to refocus on the lyrist before nodding happily.

"Yes, actually. I was surprised to not have any nightmares, but... I actually got the best sleep I've had in quite some time."

The musician seemed to accept the response and lapsed into thoughtful silence, golden orbs flicking back to watch the spinner. Pleased, Vinyl straightened and lifted two plates, focus lifting to pin the women with a thoughtful glare.

"You motherfuckers can at least grab some plates, you know?"

Giggling, Symphony shot upward, grabbing two of the plates. Vinyl adjusted, tucking one on her arm, before grabbing the remaining and headed toward the table. Passing out the appropriate plates, the DJ claimed the seat between Lyra and Symphony, pleased at the wonderful aroma. The group ate in companionable silence, often punctuated by a hearty groan of approval from the pilot as she scarfed down the sugary delight. Symphony kicked the flyer, drawing an annoyed grunt from the woman as she ate.

Octavia hid her smile well, beyond touched that Vinyl had already cut her breakfast before sitting down herself, realizing the intense thoughtfulness the otherwise reserved jockey was displaying. Chewing thoughtfully, the still tired cellist casually scanned the familiar faces of the women at the table, pausing to thoughtfully contemplate Lyra and her change in attitude. Broken from her reverie, Octavia slid her eyes up to focus on Spitfire as she finally cleared her plate and sat back against the chair.

"That was delicious, homo. Can you cook for me every day? Symphony burns toast."

Earning another blow to the shin, Spitfire winced before shooting a challenging smile to her lover. Symphony sneered at the captain before turning her eyes back to Octavia.

"These three knuckleheads have some Fall Fest stuff to do today, so I've put myself in charge of annoying the crap out of you for the day."

Lifting a confused look to the jockey, Octavia frowned before blinking quickly, drawing a sorrowful smile from the spinner.

"Sorry, Tav. I was going to tell you, but then they broke down my door and intruded. And Symph, give her a break, she just rolled out of bed before you guys got here."

Grinning sheepishly, the violinist patted the cellist's free hand before squeezing gently.

"Sorry, love. I hope you don't mind?"

Octavia smiled and shook her head before dropping her fork onto the surprisingly empty plate. Vinyl and Spitfire were on their feet the next instant, collecting the plates and silverware before heading back towards the kitchen. Octavia squeezed Symphony's hand before turning a thoughtful confusion to the lyrist.

"Lyra?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

Pausing to collect her thoughts, Octavia chanced a quick look to the spinner as she washed the dishes, periodically handing a wet dish to the pilot for drying. Turning back to the patiently waiting golden orbs, Octavia dropped her voice and leaned slightly forward.

"I don't understand your change of heart."

Grinning brightly, the lyrist reclined in her chair, hands lifting to cross behind her head.

"I have more important things to worry about than being in a fight with my best friend's interest. You know you screwed up, you know you're sorry, and we'll all get over it eventually."

Shockingly floored by the simple words, the player bit back the sudden rush of tears, lip pinched between two rows of pearly teeth. Vinyl, after having finished the dishes, turned around, frowning upon noticing the shift in the woman. Skirting around the counter, Vinyl approached the cellist to kneel by her side.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yes, yes... I'm fine, thank you. Are you getting ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't remember to tell you. We won't be gone long."

Patting the jockey's hand, Octavia leaned downward to place a soft kiss on the spinner's cheek.

"Be careful. I'll see you when you get home."

Unbalanced, Vinyl nodded and stood, motioning for the two women to follow. Tossing a final wave to the pair, the three musicians filtered out the door before closing it with a resounding slam. Humming, Symphony pushed back from the table and held her hand out to the cellist, teal eyes aglow with a humored appreciation.

"Come on, Brunhilda, I'll make us some tea."

Feeling self-conscious, the cellist ran her free hand through the twisted locks and grimaced, cheeks coloring in a faint red.

"I didn't realize I looked such a mess."

"Yeah, well, that means you got some great sleep. Besides, I grabbed your brush. It's in the bag by the door, along with some clothes. I figured you might want to shower or something."

Octavia mulled it over briefly, frowning after only a moment.

"I don't think I could manage that, not with one good arm."

Symphony smiled kindly before heading into the kitchen to start the water for their tea. After placing two mugs on the counter with the appropriate bags, she approached the couch and sunk into the cushions beside the cellist.

"You could have Vinyl help you, you know."

A faint blush crossed the cheeks of the dark-haired player, though a smile etched across the flushed face.

"I don't think we're quite there yet."

"Suit yourself! I can always help, too, you know."

"Thank you, Symphony."

Sensing a slight shift, Symphony excused herself to ready the tea before returning quietly with two cups of the still steeping drink. Curling her legs beneath her, Symphony cradled her mug with both hands, casually blowing across the top as she studied her friend.

"What's on your mind, huh?"

Eyes still glassy with thought, Octavia smiled briefly after a second.

"What kind of lover is Vinyl?"

Freezing, Symphony flicked her eyes up to the open curiosity dancing in the mulberry orbs, an incredulous smile stretching across her face.

"You're really asking me that?"

"Yes."

Chuckling, Symphony continued to take a drink from her mug before dropping it back down to rest on a bent knee.

"Isn't the fun of a new relationship finding out on your own?"

"We're not really... in a relationship."

Frowning, Symphony stretched to place her cup on the table before righting herself to study the cellist.

"You guys still haven't really talked, have you?"

"No, not really. And with this whole thing, I think it might still be a little while. Vinyl seemed to be much more receptive yesterday, but I'm not really sure what she's been thinking. She was even different this morning."

"You guys need to have your heart to heart, at least to know where both of you stand."

Octavia sighed as deeply as she dared, the ominous reminder of her broken ribs tickling the back of her mind. Still, she ignored the previous tracks of thought to remind her companion of her original curiosity.

"We will. But seriously now, Vinyl... Is she as intense as I've been imagining?"

Symphony hid a mischievous smile behind her hand as she peered over at the intent player, drawing a deep chuckle from the violinist.

"Octavia Melody, are you telling me you're having less than perfect thoughts about our DJ?"

"Absolutely."

Symphony bit back a glorious laugh, teal eyes falling shut as a silent chortle rattled her fit frame.

"Suffering from torrid, lustful sex dreams, are we?"

Ignoring the colorful blush, Octavia nodded meekly, amethyst orbs shimmering.

"Yes. We kissed last night, differently than before. I felt something within me come to life, almost. Like a hungry fire fighting to escape a raging downpour."

"That's called your libido, honey. You've never experienced the plentiful wonder of crazy-hot sex, but you certainly will at some point."

Fingers tracing the rim of her mug, Octavia dropped her eyes downward to study the amber liquid before lifting them to cool the violinist with a pointed stare.

"You're correct. The thought had barely occurred to me; my entire focus had always been on my music and perfecting myself. But with Vinyl... that seems to be all I can think about."

"You're attracted to Vinyl, who is notoriously good at throwing around her incredible sensuality. It also doesn't help things that she's smokin' hot."

Octavia nodded willfully, a silly smile stretching her lips.

"It's very true. She's unmistakable. I never knew what I was getting myself into. So really, what kind of lover is she?"

"I refuse to indulge your fantasies."

Symphony drowned her playful smile with a sip of tea, pleased at the intense wonder emanating from the cellist at her deflection. Regrouping, Octavia leaned against the soft cushions of the couch before flippantly waving her free hand.

"You'd be more than willing to talk about what kind of lover Spitfire is."

"I'm dating Spitfire. And yes, I love talking about it."

"What about past experiences?"

Locking eyes with the deceptively innocent cellist, Symphony shook her head, bemusedly impressed.

"She'll absolutely break you."

Spitfire jokingly shoved the spinner through the doors of the Harwan, an slighted smile shaping her lips. Lyra shuffled out behind the pair, red-faced from the icy wind. The mint-haired lyrist wrapped a strong arm around the spinner and squeezed tightly.

"C'mon, V, you need to get your ass in gear. I will never be on Team Tav, but I will always be the loudest supporter of Team Scratch. And right now, Team Scratch is spinning her wheels in a ditch. Talk to me."

Irritated, Vinyl shook the arm from her shoulders and pivoted on her toes to trap the lyrist with a surprisingly irritated glare.

"Heartstrings, don't. It's hard enough having her in my house, in my bed, wearing my shit without you asking me how I feel about it. I wanted to get the three of us together to help me calm the hell down, and you are not helping."

Lyra curled her lip at the angry tone, golden eyes igniting.

"Well, freakin' excuse me for trying to help get your head out of your ass. You're letting this shit get to your head instead of facing it head on and overcoming it. What are you really afraid of? I know it's more than just giving in to the fact that Octavia can still hurt you. So tell me, Scratch, what's rattling your cage?"

"Right now? You are."

Spitfire carefully slid between the two heated women, hands lifting to either shoulder of the women. Forcing them apart, Spit tossed an exasperated gaze between the players.

"All right, knock it the hell off. Scratch, sit the hell down. Heartstrings, take a walk."

Slapping the hand off her shoulder, Lyra growled at the pilot.

"Don't. Vinyl, spit it the frig out."

Shrugging off the hand, Vinyl waved her hand in irritation, dismissing the lyrist.

"Let it go, Heartstrings."

Shoving passed the pilot, Lyra snagged the hem of the jockey's sleeve and tugged her, spinning her to face forward.

"Stop being such a bitch, Vinyl. Talk to me. Speak up!"

"Heartstrings..."

"No, don't try and get me to back off. Spit it the hell out!"

"Lyra!"

Vinyl broke free from the mint-haired player and growled, attempting to turn away, only to be grabbed by the collar. Hands flying up to grip tightly to the thin wrists, Vinyl snarled.

"I'm not--"

"Vinyl--"

"Stop. I'm not. I-- Lyra."

The fight swiftly left the DJ, leaving her standing limply in the lyrist's still irritated grasp. Head dropping downward, Vinyl released the breath she had been holding and slid her hands from the the lyrist's wrist.

"I'm not friggin' good enough for her, Lyr. Lying in bed next to her... All I did was think. And the only thing I could think of what that I'm not what the hell she needs or deserves. Octavia's this gorgeous Goddess with the perfect skin and perfect eyes and these goddamn stellar curves, and I'm just--"

"The love of her goddamn life."

Tempting a small glance, Vinyl lifted her eyes to study the impassioned orbs of her closest friend. Spitfire approached the women and peered thoughtfully over the lyrist's shoulder.

"Scratch, you've got no idea how freaking important you are to Octavia. I get that you're freaking out about all of this, and you're trying super friggin' hard to not get hurt, but is it really worth all of this extra pain? Seriously?"

Sliding from the slack grip of the mint-haired strings player, Vinyl shook her head, hands lifting to tangle in her hair.

"I slept in the same bed with her last night! I could have actually slept with her, she wanted it, wanted me, regardless of her injuries, and I freaked. I literally nearly fled the goddamn room. All I could tolerate was holding her until she slept, and then I just up and bolted."

Lyra offered a calm smile before approaching the upset spinner.

"Vinyl, I'm going to tell you something really strange. The night after everything went down, we had a sort of intervention at Bon's shop. Octavia apologized to all of us and promised to make shit right by you... I had freaked out, but I agreed to not interfere. I didn't think I'd have to interfere with you."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was furious at Octavia. But I can really friggin' see that she means all of what she says to you and all of what she does. You're the one that's freaking out. Do you really want this to work, or do you want to just have a casual fuck buddy after that arm of hers heals?"

Vinyl shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, an errant tear squeezing free from the thick lashes.

"I want her. All of her, forever. I just don't think I have it in me to not worry about the future."

Spitfire, who had been in been uncharacteristically silent, stepped forward to nod in agreement.

"Vinyl, you just have to jump in with both feet, okay?"

Straightening, the jockey released a shuddering breath.

"I ignored her call."

Baffled, Lyra lifted her hand to grasp the spinner's forearm.

"What?"

"She called me. When Stella attacked her, she called, and I-I-- I ignored the call. I let it ring. She needed me and I let her down."

Spitfire squeezed her eyes closed before approaching the spinner from the side, arms snaking around the jockey's waist.

"Scratch, it's okay. You--"

"No, Spit. It's not okay. How can I finally commit to this if I can't even be there for her as her friend?"

Lyra stepped up to the spinner, hands lifting to clasp the pale face.

"You need to talk to her, okay, V? Okay? Clear the air, start over, try again. You two deserve better than what you have."

Shaking her head, Vinyl receded toward the car.

"Take me home, Heartstrings. I want to see Octavia."

The rumble of the sports car generally died out, leaving the duo in heavy silence. Vinyl climbed out of the car and slammed the door, slowly trekking toward the doors of the Astoria. Spitfire slipped in behind her, following quietly. Vinyl undid her keys as she approached the elevator, eyes closed in thought as she leaned against the door, slowly ascending upward to her floor. Pouring out of the elevator, Vinyl shuffled down the hallway before leaning against her door, sighing heavily before pushing it open.

The laughter of both women echoed peacefully from the couch, a mindless TV show blaring on the large flat screen. Octavia turned her head, face lighting with a brilliant smile as she focused on the two women as they entered. Immediately sensing the jockey's turn of mood, Octavia struggled to her feet to stand stiffly beside the couch. Lifting her head, Symphony clicked off the TV and stood as well, teal eyes brimming with powerful support. From behind Vinyl's shoulder, Spitfire jerked her head, signaling to the violinist for a quick departure.

Symphony bobbed her head and collected her coat from the sofa before skirting around the cellist, fingers gently brushing the black sling before joining Spitfire by the door. Jingling the small set of keys, Spitfire tossed the keys on the couch beside the two women.

"I'm leaving the car, of course. We'll see you later. Good night, Melody."

Offering a lingering, supportive look to the cellist, Symphony curled into Spitfire's side as they quietly left the apartment. Octavia stood before the serious disc jockey, mulberry eyes flustered with strong worry.

"Vinyl?"

Twitching at the mention of her name, Vinyl released a quick breath before locking eyes with the cellist, the red orbs brimming with raw emotion.

"We have to talk, Octavia."

Swallowing the forceful fear, Octavia nodded and slowly sunk into the couch. Vinyl approached, only to falter and stop beside the sofa, eyes falling to stare blankly at the floor. Sensing the discomfort, Octavia reached her free hand up to the jockey, tugging on her hand before pulling the woman to sit beside her. Grasping the fidgeting hands, Octavia stilled the fraying emotions, thumb brushing across the tense knuckles of the pianist.

"Vinyl?"

Lifting her eyes, Vinyl locked painfully onto the expressive violet eyes.

"I'm sorry I never answered your call. I'm sorry that when you needed me the most, I ignored you. I'm sorry that you've been so fucking gung-ho on trying this out, but I've been a damn stupid coward and hiding from you. Last night, I freaked out after you kissed me. I could barely stay with you, and when you fell asleep? I ran. I'm sorry."

Octavia ignored the tears that threatened to spill, instead focusing on the hand within her grasp.

"Vinyl... I called you before Stella Artois attacked me. And I know you were trying to distance yourself from me, but I couldn't help myself. I miss you when you leave the room, and I find myself smiling whenever I even hear you. I've tried to give you all the time I could, but I can't help this feeling... I love you, and I want everything that comes with that. The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful... I'm sorry if I was pressing you, but I'm willing to wait for however long you need."

Vinyl bit her lip, her eyes misting as she squeezed the cellist's hand.

"I'm so incredibly sick of running, Octavia."

Losing the battle against the raging emotion thundering through her body, Octavia swallowed a sob as she leaned closer to the blue-haired spinner.

"Then stop."

Catching the husking whisper, Vinyl chuckled, the dam of tears finally breaking.

"I fucking love you, Octavia Melody."

Author's Notes:

Oh my god, today has been so busy. I'm so sorry if there are numerous mistakes! I'll try to fix them as I find them, or as you point out. Forgive the lateness and try to enjoy! I'm sorry it's slow... HAPPY SATURDAY!

Fleur Noire

Octavia jerked backward, free hand instantly clenching the fingers still within her grasp. Heavy tears fell free from the clear, amethyst eyes, the crystalline droplets almost glowing in the dense light of the room. Smiling, the cellist chuckled before pinning the emotional spinner with a soulful gaze.

"You... you--"

"Love you? Yeah. God, I think I always have. But I'm so scared, Octavia. I don't know how to handle this level of emotion."

The raven-haired player ignored the skittering chills across her skin as she lifted her hand from Vinyl's to absently brush through the two-tone locks. Licking her lips, mulberry eyes dropped to meet startling crimson, a small smile etched across the pale lips.

"And you think this doesn't terrify me as well? I've never done anything like this before. You've brought things out in me that I could only ever dream of. And I hurt you. You don't know how horrible that still makes me feel."

"Tav--"

"No."

The cellist extracted herself from the comfort of the sofa, the weak-kneed woman staggering just a few steps away from the jockey. Ignoring the searing pain in her side, Octavia ran her free hand through the ruffled bangs, a new flurry of tears prickling the agonized orbs.

"I know you're afraid to trust me, Vinyl. I know that you're terrified I'll change and want nothing to do with you, because this is new to me and because you're a woman. I know. I can't promise that I won't hurt you again, just the same as you cannot promise me that you'd never hurt me. But what I do know, what I truly know..."

Pausing in her speech, Octavia allowed her eyes to study the ashen form of the jockey, vision catching every striking detail of the player before her. Failing to fight the wave of emotion, Octavia bit her lip as more tears dripped free of her lashes, blazing trails down the heated skin.

"What I know is that I'm willing to do anything to make this work. I can't guarantee that I won't mess it up, but I'll do everything I can to keep you. I want to fight for you, I want to love you and argue with you and have fun with you and make love to you for as long as you're willing to keep me."

Shuddering, Vinyl slipped her eyes closed and wrapped her arms around her shaking form, more tears stammering free as a small smile twisted the trembling lips. Lifting her head, the red orbs opened, shocking the cellist with their intensity. Slowly, Vinyl climbed to her feet and approached the visibly stressed player, stopping just out of arm's reach of the cellist.

"You're beautiful, Octavia."

Hiccupping a cry, Octavia clenched her fist at her side, mulberry eyes hopelessly scanning the swirling emotion in the garnet pools.

"Vinyl--"

Stepping into the player's space, Vinyl lifted her hands to cup the tear-stained cheeks, thumbs thoughtfully wiping away at the watery tracks. The glistening red eyes purposefully scanned the cautious face, an impossible smile growing on the jockey's pale visage as she watched the cellist. Swiping a thumb across the pouting lips of the woman, Vinyl swept downward, dropping a sweet kiss to the surprised mouth, lingering a long moment before pulling away to look thoughtfully at the musician.

"You scare the hell out of me."

Eyes fluttering closed, Octavia leaned slightly forward, grasping the jockey's shirt in a trembling hold.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not."

Snapping open the violet eyes, Octavia pinned the jockey with a wide-open stare, a bout of confusion swirling the otherwise clear orbs. Further twisting her fingers into the spinner's shirt, Octavia attempted to suppress a strangled cry, her eyes falling from the jockey's intensity. Vinyl slid her arms around the cellist's hips, curling the woman safely in her arms, foreheads brushing slightly as Octavia reflexively lifted her eyes to study the spin doctor. Feeling the incredible heat of the spinner, the strings player shuddered gently. Nudging the player's forehead, Vinyl waited patiently for the mulberry eyes to meet her own.

"When I first met you, I was so taken by you that I thought my head was going to explode. Seeing you in the Harwan, my Harwan, so wounded and alone... all I wanted to do was kiss the pain away. When you play your instrument, Octavia... It stirs something in me that I thought died a really long time ago. And when we started to get to know one another, that feeling was almost constant. You do things to me that I can't even put into words."

Octavia kept the spinner's even gaze, a fluttering heat spreading across her neck as the jockey spoke. Squeezing the DJ's hip, Octavia licked her lips to speak.

"I want to be there for you, to make you always feel that way. But, you have to--"

"Trust you."

The raven-haired musician wrestled with the burning fear in her stomach, instead choosing to focus on the rippling pools of fire torching her flesh with a searing heat as the jockey casually scanned her defiance. Dropping her lips to rest beside the player's ear, Vinyl curled her arms tighter around the cellist's waist.

"I give you my heart, Octavia Melody. Please don't break it."

A thundering release stormed through the cellist as her arm sped up to wrap tightly around the spinner's neck, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as the tears crashed upon her with frightening force. Vinyl curled her arms around the cellist, cradling the player with strong arms as the fountain of tears crept dangerously down the shocked face. Tugging back from the strong embrace, Octavia angled upward, lips instantly finding the DJ's as she pulled her into a fierce caress.

Vinyl hummed low, her own tears falling in an echo of understanding with the cellist as she continued her languid exploration of the player's increasingly satisfying lips. With a small gasp, Vinyl pulled away, leaning her forehead against Octavia's as she patiently waited for the amethyst orbs to open. Eventually, the calming eyes opened, catching the jockey with a loving possession.

"Thank you... for trusting me. I promise I--"

Silencing her with a brutal kiss, Vinyl casually pulled away and grinned down at the musician.

"It's okay. I'm in this. I want to be with you, nowhere else. Okay? The past doesn't matter anymore. I don't want to dwell, I just want to be."

Curling her lip inward, Octavia nodded before reaching to her toes to pull the jockey into a tight embrace.

"I love you, Vinyl. You're everything I could ever hope for."

Smiling, the jockey scorched the cellist with a kiss before untangling from the warm comfort of the cellist's arms. A wave of exhaustion crashed into the cellist in that moment, the spiraling emotion doing nothing for the growing headache. Vinyl grasped at the loose hand and squeezed, wrapping the woman in peaceful understanding.

"Let's go lay down, I'm pretty much spent."

Nodding, Octavia followed Vinyl into the bedroom, elated when the spinner clicked the lamp on and turned down the covers. Gesturing to the cellist, Vinyl smiled and slipped out of her shirt before toeing off her socks, a small yawn pulling at the DJ's resolve. Grinning, Octavia slipped under the covers and settled, mulberry eyes carefully watching the two-tone pianist as she twisted delicate fingers through the wild hair.

With a grin, Vinyl slid in beside the cellist and pulled up the blankets, turning gently to mold her body into the cellist's damaged side. Swiping a gentle hand across the bruised area, Vinyl dropped a small kiss on the player's good shoulder.

"How're you doing? I forgot to ask."

"I'm all right. I took some pills not long before you came home, and Symphony iced my shoulder a few times in your absence."

Humming as a response, Vinyl gently stroked the damaged ribs, grinning as she felt the cellist relax into her touch.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

Turning, Octavia pinned the pianist with pulsing resolve.

"You were there for me at the hospital, Vinyl. You were there for me every time I needed you... I never thanked you for all you did for me."

Grinning, Vinyl leaned forward to peck the player's cheek before pulling away, settling peacefully on the pillow beneath her.

"Yes, you did. Every time. You're very well mannered."

Chuckling, Octavia curled her free hand under the jockey's singlet, shivering as her fingers met the radiating heat of the spinner's stomach.

"You're so warm."

Shaking with silent laughter, the musician scooted forward, melding the exposed skin of her abdomen into the cellist's chilled side.

"You're just always cold."

Smiling, Octavia tilted her head to rest safely on the jockey's shoulder, a gentle contentment settling over her. It was silent for a while, the sound of the bustling city just outside the windows wafting relentlessly through the thick panes separating them from the still-lingering day. Octavia felt her body relax, surrounded in the cocoon of heat, comforted by the proximity of the DJ. Fighting sleep, the cellist hummed before curling her fingers inside the jockey's singlet.

"Are we a thing?"

"If you think you can put up with me, then yes."

Smiling softly, Octavia closed her eyes and nuzzled the spinner's jaw.

"I want to put up with all of you forever."

"I'm a little crazy, you know."

"You're my beautiful, crazy weirdo."

Snickering, Vinyl craned her neck to place a kiss on the cellist's temple.

"You like that I'm weird."

"I like that you're weird, yes. I like your piercings."

Vinyl chuckled harder, smiling down at the cellist's relaxed face as she grinned softly.

"You told me you hated my piercings."

"That was before I found out how hot they can be."

Pleased, the spinner relaxed against the cellist, a soothing warmth cascading across her pale skin. Octavia stirred briefly, eyes flickering open as she smiled.

"I still owe you a date."

Fighting a smile, Vinyl yawned.

"Go to sleep, Tav."

A jarring pain shook the cellist awake, a throbbing pulse echoing up from her damaged side. Inhaling a sharp breath, Octavia struggled to sit up, a swirling nausea burning the back of her skull. Focusing on the bedside table, Octavia flashed a quick grin at the ever-ready pills before sliding them off the table and swallowed them, chasing with the chilled water beside them. Untangling from the sheets, Octavia escaped the supportive confines of the room, a nervousness fluttering through her body as she hovered just inside the bedroom door. Swallowing the delirious fluster, Octavia pulled open the door and walked leisurely down the hallway, pausing as she neared the living area.

Vinyl sat on the kitchen counter, cell phone tucked easily between her shoulder and ear as she watched the kettle. Octavia smiled and dared forward, footfalls falling silent as she neared the spinner. Sliding to stand beside the jean-clad thighs, Octavia grinned up at the player, a churning giddiness warping through her body as Vinyl smiled down at her.

"Yeah, no. Tav just got up, I'll call you back later."

Ending the call, Vinyl slid down from the counter and lightly kissed the cellist's cheek.

"Morning, sleepy head. I have water on for tea and anything ready for breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"Do you have any oatmeal, by chance?"

Grinning, Vinyl approached the cabinet and pulled out a drum of oats.

"I do. I also have strawberries, so why don't you go hop in the shower and I'll make breakfast. Your appointment is in about an hour or so."

Frowning, Octavia rubbed absently at a tremor in her forehead.

"What appointment?"

"Ortho. You have to get your shoulder looked at. That's today. In like, an hour and fourteen minutes."

"Oh. Right, I'd forgotten. Vinyl, I--"

The two-tone spinner grinned before placing the oats on the counter and approached the cellist.

"I can help you out of your sling, if you'd like. Or I can sponge bathe you. I could even just shower with you, ya know... save some time?"

Blushing, Octavia playfully slapped at the jockey's stomach.

"No, I don't think that's necessary. I'll... I'll try on my own."

Winking at the player, Vinyl closed the remaining distance between them, fingers rising to deftly loosen and remove the cellist's sling.

"Leave the door open, in case you need to yell for help or something, okay?"

Skirting around the strings player, Vinyl approached the overnight bag still by the door and disappeared down the hallway, reemerging just a moment later.

"I started the water for you so it'd be hot enough. Be careful, yeah? I'll help you when you're done."

Swallowing the thought of the spinner's wonderful hands, Octavia nodded her thanks and headed toward the bathroom. A puff of steam greeted her as she nudged open the door, an encompassing heat wrapping the stiff cellist in welcoming relief. Leaning against the cool tile of the wall, Octavia stood for a moment, relishing in the hot mist as it swirled around her. A soft knock caught her attention, the fuzzy outline of the jockey standing out in colorful relief of the pale steam.

"I was gonna help with the shirt."

Grinning, Octavia pushed up from the wall and approached the jockey, stopping directly in front of the softly smiling Vinyl. Curling her fingers in the hem of the offending object, eyes never wavering, Vinyl slid the shirt upward, curling over the cellist's heaving chest before sliding quickly over her head. Chilled fingers instantly lifted, a flat palm covering the still-mysterious mark of the cellist, red eyes never having wavered from the woman's face. Octavia smiled, ignoring the gasping jolt that shot through her at the jockey's touch. Locking eyes with the spinner, Octavia slid her good hand over Vinyl's, eyes dropping to slits as she looked up at the player.

"Thank you for the assistance, Vinyl."

Nodding, the spinner made no move to leave, red eyes frozen to the openness of the mulberry orbs staring desperately up at her. With a small grin, Vinyl curled her body forward, melding her hips to the cellist as her fingers dropped from the mark, crawling up the exposed skin of the cellist's back to curl sensuously around the smooth skin. Hitching a breath, Octavia lifted herself upward, fingers dancing up the bare arms of her DJ, the tight-fitting tank hugging each curve perfectly. Lips barely brushing, Octavia tangled her fingers in the wild blue hair, gently tugging the jockey to her lips.

Meeting with a low hum, Vinyl moved slowly against the cellist, hands flexing against the soft skin of the player's back as she deepened the smoldering caress, tongues meeting in a slow waltz. Gasping sharply, Octavia rolled her body forward, hips sliding roughly against the jockey's, the hard metal of her belt buckle tickling the bare flesh of her stomach. Breaking the dizzying kiss, Vinyl slid her hands slowly up the cellist's skin, fingers dancing peacefully across the cellist's ribs. Dropping a firm kiss to the raven-haired player's neck, Vinyl straightened, red eyes cloudy.

"You're absolutely stunning."

Breaths heaving, Octavia bit her lip, the heat from the steam mixing dangerously against her skin as she melted into the heartfelt words.

"You're killing me."

Smirking briefly, Vinyl slid her hands down the player's body, ignoring the quick inhale as she passed over the broken ribs, red eyes focused on glossy amethyst as her hand came to rest against the mark.

"I'm sorry. I, um. You need to shower."

"Stay with me."

Vinyl searched the mulberry orbs, ignoring the blush coloring the cheeks as she smiled.

"You know I can't. I don't want to hurt you."

"Vinyl--"

"Trust me, there's nothing I want to do more than... I can't. I could really hurt you."

Disregarding the burning fire settling in her belly, Octavia nodded, understanding.

"I know, you're right."

Offering an apologetic smile, Vinyl lifted the cellist's hand to cover the sacred mark, red eyes glowing with reverence for the woman.

"Holler if you need something, okay? I'll start on breakfast."

With a lingering look, Vinyl stepped out of the bathroom and winked before slowly turning to recede down the hall. Releasing a shuddering breath, Octavia wrung her hands before cracking the door.

"I can name a few things..."

Octavia sat anxiously in the waiting room, knee bouncing as her eyes carefully scanned the peaceful space. Vinyl held her good hand, thumb absently brushing the cellist's tense knuckles.

"Hey, Tav, relax. They're not going to murder you or anything."

"I don't like doctors."

Offering a supportive smile, Vinyl lifted the hand to place a soft kiss on the chilled back. A nurse entered a moment later, smiling at the nervous cellist.

"Miss Melody?"

Standing quickly, Octavia grimaced at the pain in her side and stabbing ache in her head. Feeling the warm support of the spinner's hand, the cellist smiled uneasily before following the nurse back toward a large room. Releasing the DJ's hand, Octavia absently sat on the exam table, legs swinging nervously as Vinyl settled against the wall to the right. Smiling calmly, the nurse nodded her head to the distracted cellist.

"The doctor will be in to see you shortly, okay?"

Nodding, Octavia continued to swing her legs, mulberry eyes staring hard out the window, dark eyes surveying the gray atmosphere with fevered gusto. Vinyl chuckled and approached the cellist, lifting a comforting hand to the slingless shoulder.

"Relax, O. Doc's a good guy."

"You know him?"

Vinyl lifted her left hand, a playful glint shaping the expressive red eyes.

"Yeah, he was my bone daddy when I broke my hand."

Bobbing her head in understanding, Octavia quickly tilted her head towards the door as an elderly gentleman entered the room, his soft white hair catching the light.

"Good afternoon, Miss Melody, pleasure to meet you. I'm Doctor Orth. And Vinyl, nice to see you again."

Offering her left hand in greeting, Octavia smiled sadly as the doctor shook it carefully.

"Pleasure, Doctor."

Orth held his hands out to the cellist, silently asking for permission to assess the injury. With the help of the DJ, Octavia shrugged out of the pea coat draped around her body and offered her immobile arm to the doctor. With a disarming smile, the man slowly undid the sling and removed it, handing it to Vinyl without a second thought. Gently moving the cellist's bow hand, the doctor shifted and moved the woman accordingly, humming to himself as he made notes on her condition. The impossibly sad eyes dropped to the permanent bump on her shoulder, a harrowing distress splashing through her as she looked at the injury.

Vinyl approached and squeezed the cellist's free hand, earning a sad smile from the cellist. Orth, after making notes in her file, stood and motioned for Vinyl to step away before easily pulling the cellist to her feet.

"Now, Miss Melody, I'd like to get a feel for the ribs. Two are damaged, correct?"

"Yes, sir. Breathing isn't as labored as suggested, though. The breaks were not severe."

Nodding, the man continued his checkup, generally pleased with the results as he wrapped up.

"Keep doing what you're doing. I see no problems with the ribcage or your shoulder, though I stress taking it easy with the shoulder. I'll send you home with exercises I'd like for you to do before setting you up with some mild rehab. You'll be fine before you know it."

"Doctor, I have a... You see, my--"

"Your cello, my dear, yes? I'd wait another week before I'd attempt. The motion may cause you unnecessary pain, but your range of motion should stabilize within the next few days. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much."

Passing a look of approval to the silent jockey, the man stood and exited the room. Pausing a moment, Vinyl slowly approached the cellist to stand before her, red eyes swirling with silent support for the woman.

"You okay, beautiful?"

"Yes, I'm all right. I'm glad to be on the mend, though I'd much rather play the cello now. Not that that's possible."

A bitter tear squeaked out, causing the woman to angrily wipe it away before standing, fumbling with the pea coat to cover the thin tank top she wore. Feeling the spinner's hand, Octavia stopped struggling and relaxed, falling sadly into the DJ's chest.

"I miss playing. I wish that I could."

Gently squeezing the woman, Vinyl quickly buttoned the coat and led the dejected woman out of the room before approaching the sign out desk. Once free of the building and the paperwork, Octavia made short work of the rain-soaked ground, sliding deftly into the sports car before fighting the tears that threatened to fall once more. Vinyl wordlessly slid into the driver's seat and slid the keys in the ignition, but didn't turn the car over.

"I'm sorry, Tav. I really am."

"It's not your fault, Vinyl. Can we please just go back to your place?"

"Course."

The drive home was silent, save for the rumbling of the engine and the soft patter of rain against the roof. Octavia remained still in the seat, eyes unfocused in thought. Pulling up to the tall building, Vinyl cut the engine and stepped out, quickly sliding around the car to open the door for the depressed cellist. The journey upstairs was also tempered by silence, a heart-wrenching melancholy pouring forth from the strings player as she approached the door in silence. Pushing open the door, Vinyl filtered into the apartment and turned, watching as Octavia slowly closed the door behind her.

"Hey, Tav, I have an idea."

Lifting the soulful eyes, Octavia sighed gently before smiling sadly to the jockey.

"Yes, Vinyl?"

Jerking her head, Vinyl motioned for the woman to follow as she led the way to the piano. Taking her seat behind the grand instrument, the two-tone pianist patted the padded bench beside her, a brilliant smile curling her lips as she slid her lenses off the messy bangs. Octavia walked slowly to the bench before sitting stiffly on it, hands clenched tightly in her lap as she stared at the ivory keys. Vinyl danced her fingers along Octavia's good arm, mindful of the tense throb still pulsing from the woman's center. Tugging the hands apart, Vinyl smiled easily to the woman.

"We can get your hand back from the land of the lazy, yeah? I can teach you."

Grinning despite the pounding sadness in her chest, Octavia lifted her hands to rest on the keys beside Vinyl's.

"Okay. I'm interested. What do we do?"

Vinyl snickered and cracked her knuckles, digits absently pressing the keys as she turned to regard the brightening cellist.

"Follow my lead."

Eight days had passed since her doctor visit, and twelve since the incident itself occurred. Octavia sat curled up on her couch cushions, nursing a boiling cup of tea as her eyes casually scanned the bleary, exterior world. A knock on her door gathered her attention, the clear mulberry orbs switching over to stare curiously at the door. A muffled curse gathered a laugh from the relaxed player as Symphony Strings finally managed to plow through the entryway. Upon noticing the smirking cellist, the violet-haired player scowled.

"What, do you like to be holed up in your apartment in the rain? Come on, I've come to gather you and take you back to Vinyl's. They're almost done with Fest practice, and I'm getting bored waiting for Spit to come home. So let's go eat and then get back to our women."

Gesturing to her tea cup, Octavia smiled before patting the couch beside her.

"I'm almost finished my tea, and then we can go to lunch. However, I cannot see Vinyl, not until tonight."

Shaking her head, Symphony smiled despite the cellist's attachment to tea and moved to flop down on the couch beside her. Leaning in to snuggle into the violinist's side, Octavia took a long draw from the cup.

"Hello, Symphony. I miss you, how are you doing?"

Snickering, the violet-haired woman wrapped her arm around the cellist and smiled.

"You saw me just the other day. How are you? How's the pain? How're things with V?"

Reveling in the quiet stillness of the room, Octavia briefly mulled over the line of questions.

"Pain is okay, I suppose. My ribs still hurt if I move a certain way, or if I laugh. My shoulder feels much better, not like a dead weight attached to my body."

"That's good. You know, the orchestra sends you their love."

Fighting off the wave of tears, Octavia smiled quickly before downing the rest of her tea.

"Yes, well... I'm sure I'll get back there eventually."

Sitting up, Symphony absently picked at a small pull her in jeans.

"I'm sorry, Octavia. I didn't mean to--"

"It's all right. I think of them often."

A confident knock suddenly sounded around the otherwise still apartment, drawing a frown of confusion from the cellist. Placing her empty mug on the coffee table, Octavia drew to her feet and approached the door and paused before swinging it open. Tears unwittingly sprung to her eyes as she took in the sight of the small army at her door, sparkling amethyst eyes meeting familiar amber.

"Note, Rose, everyone... what are you all doing here?"

The conductor merely smiled and chuckled, hands lifting to stuff into the pockets of his slacks.

"Good afternoon, Octavia. Might we come in?"

Gobsmacked, the player stood back and offered her apartment to her section members. Rosin smiled at Symphony as she stood beside the couch, winking soundly before focusing on the cellist.

"We're sorry to just drop by unannounced, Miss Octavia, but we've just come from practice and felt that coming to see you would be most important."

Losing her fight with the small tears that peppered her eyes, Octavia smiled reluctantly and studied the smiling faces of her section members.

"It's marvelous to see all of you, thank you."

Ivory Tone, the second oldest member of the section, stepped forward from behind Noteworthy, a familiar red book clasped gently in her hands.

"Octavia, you're the leader of our section, and we patiently await your return to the circuit. We'll continue to practice as a unit while you're still on the mend, but... You'll always be our leader. I cannot wait to take the stage with you again, Principal."

All but ignoring the tears, Octavia sniffled before snatching the woman in a hug.

"Thank you."

The emotional cellist quickly hugged the rest of her section, ignoring the burning ache in her shoulder at the movement. Noteworthy cleared his throat with a large grin, eyes raking over the elated presence of his lead cellist.

"The orchestra anxiously awaits your return, so we can perform as a full unit again. Rest well, my dear, yes?"

Nodding, the raven-haired player squeezed the book in her arms as she watched the small group quietly leave her apartment. Following to close the door, Octavia suddenly found herself in a fierce, but gentle, embrace with Rosin, the shorter girl squeezing her around the waist.

"Tell my idiot cousin to take care of you, okay?"

Pulling away, the young player flashed a brilliant smile before scurrying out the door. Turning at the sound of sniffles, Octavia smiled sweetly to the violinist.

"Don't look at me like that, it's stuffy in here."

Shaking her head, Octavia dropped her eyes downward to study the intricate pattern on the cover of her music book. Pressing her lips together, a new set of tears emerged, tempered by the sad spiral of wrinkles across her forehead.

"Now if only I had a cello."

Blinking quickly, Octavia shot a look up to Symphony as she slipped the book from her grasp before wrapping a supportive arm around her, leading her toward the door.

"We'll get there, darling. Now let's go eat."

Allowing Symphony to steer her out of the apartment, Octavia grinned, happy to follow along. The violet-haired violinist tapped the elevator button before spinning, trapping the cellist with a meaningful look.

"How are things in paradise?"

"Wonderful."

Eyeing her carefully, Symphony suppressed a smirk.

"Are you guys really okay? I mean, really? Did you talk? Are you a thing? You never give me details, and I haven't seen Vinyl in a while. You guys keep weird hours."

The doors to the elevator opened, admitting the pair to the quiet haven.

"Yes, I think we're officially a couple. I'm taking Vinyl on a date tonight."

"Oh yeah? Where to? You guys gonna get busy?"

Ignoring the lecherous smirk, Octavia nudged the violinist with her elbow before stepping out of the stopped elevator.

"Well, I... It's silly, really. I don't even think she'll like it."

"Oh, don't do that. I'll be the judge! So c'mon, tell me."

"Well, considering Vinyl and I have very different tastes... I booked us the 8 o'clock show of Rouge."

Symphony ground to a halt, a surprised smile curling her lips.

"Vinyl's been raving about Rouge for practically ever, how did you get tickets!? They sell out almost instantly. We've all tried!"

Absently kicking at a wet leaf on the sidewalk, Octavia managed a coy smile.

"My father went to University with the director."

"She's going to lose her frickin' mind."

Flushing, Octavia grinned before opening the car door and slid inside.

Vinyl paced a rut in the floor, hands mindlessly smoothing the front of her suit jacket as she moved. Lyra and Spitfire sat lazily on the couch, draped casually over one another as they played away at a mindless video game. Finally sighing, Spitfire paused the game and tossed an apologetic grin to the lyrist before climbing to her feet and approached the antsy spinner.

"Dude, Vinyl, calm the hell down. You look like you're about to combust."

Ignoring the comment, Vinyl cast an uneasy glare to the pilot.

"I'm fine, Spit. Go back to playing."

"Nah, I'd much rather watch you pace a hole in the floor. It's a date. With Octavia! Why are you so skittish?"

Stopping to stare irritatedly at the smug flyer, Vinyl angrily curled her hands on her hips.

"Because it's a date with Octavia. I know we've been practically dating for like... a week already. But this is a date. Do you know the last date I was on? Symphony!"

Failing miserably to contain her giggles, Spitfire avoided the jockey's half-hearted swat, earning her an exasperated growl. Lyra finally climbed to her feet and sauntered over to the pair, casually leaning an arm across Spitfire's shoulders.

"Okay, bonehead, calm down. You have absolutely nothing to prove here, nothing to worry about, nothing to stress about. You've already got the girl, she knows you're mental and still loves you anyway. All you're doing is going out and doing something and maybe eating food. If you're lucky, you might even get laid. So seriously, babe, relax."

"Shut your face, Heartstrings."

Slapping the still chuckling stunt pilot, Lyra detangled from the woman and approached the rarely nervous spinner.

"Vinyl, it's okay. You're not gonna mess up. Where's the confidence?"

"Uh, down the drain, considering she can turn me to mush just by blinking."

"Oh, you're so cute. Stop, it hurts!"

Shoving the lyrist into Spitfire, the embarrassed DJ continued to pace before a soft knock instantly ceased her movement. Grinning, Spitfire took a step toward the door, only to be shoved backward, a stupidly grinning Vinyl instead placing a hand on the knob. Pulling open the door, Vinyl felt her smile widen, her eyes carefully taking in the immaculately dressed Octavia.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Grinning, the glowing cellist cast a happy smile to the pair behind the DJ.

"Ladies."

Twin waves greeted her, bemused snickers escaping the two women. Vinyl waved a hand, instantly silencing the two.

"You look... gre-- You look beautiful."

"Thank you. You look fantastic. Ready?"

"You bet."

Turning a serious eye to the two remaining women, Vinyl lifted a warning finger.

"The two of you better be out of here by the time I get back, understood?"

Without waiting for confirmation, Vinyl followed the cellist out the door and down toward the waiting limo. Grinning appreciatively, Vinyl moved to open the rear door for the woman, offering her hand to the cellist.

"After you."

Nodding her thanks, Octavia slid into the backseat, carefully smoothing the charcoal dress as she settled. Vinyl slid in beside her, vibrant eyes glittering.

"Really, you look incredible."

"Speak for yourself."

Adjusting the blue bowtie, Vinyl nestled into the seating before slipping her hand in Octavia's, fingers automatically intertwining. Sliding her eyes upward, Vinyl stopped the cellist with a meaningful smile.

"So, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

Wrinkling her nose, Vinyl placed a quick peck on the cellist's cheek before turning her attention to the passing of the quiet city, intently wondering where the cellist was taking them. Octavia leaned back against the seating, mulberry eyes watching the DJ in delight. Squeezing the hand in her grasp, the cellist casually waited before finding herself drowning in the impressive red eyes. Thankful for the privacy divider, Octavia carefully tangled her hands in the spinner's hair before gently pressing her lips to the DJ's, drawing her in for a slow, burning kiss.

Pulling away slightly, Octavia ignored the skittering chill across her shoulders and dropped her hands to the spinner's shoulders.

"I hope you enjoy this evening."

"I already am."

Feeling the car rolling to a stop, Octavia dropped the divider in time to see Martin step out of the car and come around, opening the door for the women.

"Ladies."

Smiling at the older man, Octavia deftly exited the rear of the car, waiting patiently for Vinyl to climb out as well. Nodding appreciatively, the cellist patted the driver's shoulder.

"Thank you, Martin. We should be good for this evening. I do so appreciate your kindness."

Tipping his hat to the couple, the man smiled brightly before heading back behind the wheel. Shifting forward, Octavia stopped as she felt the DJ remain standing.

"What is it, darling?"

"You got tickets to Rouge!"

Grinning, the dark-haired player nodded affirmatively.

"I did. Curtain is soon, shall we go?"

Ignoring the people milling about the front of the theatre, Vinyl pulled the cellist into her arms and kissed her soundly.

"Mm, now we can go."

Blinking away the heady feeling, Octavia smirked as she felt Vinyl lead them inside.

Stumbling out of the theatre almost two hours later, the two were left almost doubled over in laughter. Vinyl straightened eventually, a hearty laugh still rumbling from the spinner as she hooked her arm around the cellist. Leading them in a slow walk down the street, Vinyl eventually settled, a contagious smile splitting her face. Octavia fell in step beside her, arm threading through Vinyl's as they walked.

"That was marvelous! I really didn't know what to expect, but it was rather brilliant!"

Bobbing her head in agreement, Vinyl patted the cellist's hand that rested on her forearm.

"Thanks for taking me, Tav. I had a blast. Are we getting dinner? Anywhere special?"

Hiding a sheepish grin, the cellist buried her face into the spinner's suit-clad shoulder.

"Well, I'm not very good at this sort of thing... I figured we might go to Peg's? It's right in this neighborhood, and--"

"You're a girl after my own heart."

Leaning down, Vinyl placed a small kiss on the player's cheek before untangling from the loose embrace, only to shrug out of her suit coat. Ignoring the confused plea of the strings player, Vinyl draped the warmed garment around the woman before happily threading their fingers together again.

"You know you're cold with that little tiny jacket. Fashionable, not functional."

Tossing a wry sneer to the jockey, Octavia happily snuggled into the warm jacket before exhaling happily. A short stroll, peppered by cheesy jokes and bad punch lines, found them standing before the chrome behemoth, the many flickers of neon lights illuminating them in a vibrant, glowing rainbow. Tugging on the heavy handles, Vinyl held the door for her date.

"After you, Miss Priss."

"Thank you, Pon 3."

Once seated, the pair perused the menu, a familiar nostalgia bolting through the cellist as she recalled their first meal together.

"Do you remember the first time we came here?"

Snorting, the DJ dropped the menu on the table and curled her body forward, eyes narrowing suggestively.

"Of course. You told me you never had a milkshake, and then proceeded to demolish a pizza burger."

"Vegetarian tomato-basil burger."

"If you must be snooty."

Crinkling her nose, Octavia grinned at her companion.

"I must. Thank you for your coat, I hadn't realized it was going to be this chilly."

Vinyl simply winked before leaning across the table to study Octavia's menu, foreheads touching as they looked. The familiar waitress stepped up to the table, a kind smile curling her lips.

"Hello, girls. Still need a minute?"

Without taking her eyes off Octavia, Vinyl snickered.

"You know what I like, Dottie."

Eyes rising to meet Vinyl's, Octavia grinned and handed her menu to the woman.

"Yes, I do believe you know what I like as well."

Smiling knowingly at the pair, Dottie scurried off to place the order. Vinyl continued to perch across the table, settled comfortably on crossed elbows as she studied the contented cellist. Lifting an arm, Vinyl absently curled a loose strand of black hair behind the player's ear, drawing an earnest grin from the musician.

"Have I ever told you that you're beautiful, Miss Melody?"

Blushing but keeping the steady gaze, Octavia curved her mouth into an elated smile.

"Yes, you have, actually."

"Would you be mad at me if I kissed you in the middle of this restaurant?"

"Absolutely not."

Suppressing a wide grin, Vinyl pushed forward, closing the small gap between them to place a soft, lingering kiss on the earnest lips. Breaking contact, Vinyl pulled away and grinned before settling herself on her own bench, leaving the flushed cellist smiling brilliantly across the table. Blinking open her eyes, Octavia torched the jockey with a smoldering smile.

"I love when you kiss me, Vinyl Scratch."

Disregarding the pounding heat in her cheeks, Vinyl grinned smugly.

"I'm addicted to your taste."

Battling the torrential flood of warmth, Octavia ignored the blistering comment as she heard Dot returning with their milkshakes. With promises of food on the way, the older woman slid easily away, leaving the couple in a haze of laughter and shameless comments, laced with jovial intent.

Eventually fed and stuffed, the two musicians crept from the diner and continued the late-night stroll, a heavy moon hanging low above them. Vinyl's hand remained curled in Octavia's, the latter chattering aimlessly as they continued the journey home. Snuggling into Vinyl's side, the joyous player sighed peacefully.

"My players came to visit me today."

"Did they? That was nice of them."

"Noteworthy told me that my section will maintain in my absence, and that my players eagerly await my return. They returned my music book to me... I don't think I've ever been so flattered in all my life. It's good to know my section members think so well of me."

Gently gripping the cool fingers in her grasp, Vinyl gently bumped her head to Octavia's.

"You're talented and love your music, anyone can see that. I'm glad your guys stand behind you and support you while you're getting better."

Releasing a weighty sigh, Octavia cast her eyes to the ground as they walked, carefully to skip around the small puddles littering the walk.

"Yes, but how can I practice and strengthen my arm if there is no instrument for me to play? I want so much to hate Stella Artois for doing this, but..."

"You can't."

"No, I can't."

Vinyl smiled in that moment, the light tickling the crimson irises with potent force.

"You're a good person, Tav."

Octavia simply accepted the compliment before lapsing into silence, thoughts wandering while they continued the lazy stroll. Time found them standing outside the Astoria, drawing the cellist back into the present. Vinyl again squeezed the fingers in her grasp, her vision absently wandering the structure before them.

"So is this where you kiss me good night and send me up on my way?"

"No, this is where you invite me up for tea and warm pajamas."

Laughing heartily, Vinyl led them through the familiar doors and into the elevator before pouring out and headed toward her apartment. Unlocking the heavy door, the pair slipped inside, reveling in the calming heat that festered around the apartment. Casually walking the familiar area, Octavia scanned the room, noticing things distinctly Vinyl, always touched at the wonderful simplicity. Grinning to the jockey as she approached with a warm pair of gray flannel pajamas, Octavia finally shrugged off the heavy coat.

"You're too good to me, Vinyl."

"Yeah, well, somebody's gotta do it."

Placing the pants on the back of the arm chair, Octavia carefully stepped toward Vinyl, amethyst eyes glittering in the soft light of the apartment. Lifting her arms to rest around the jockey's shoulders, Octavia hummed as she curled herself in the player's arms.

"I hope you enjoyed our date."

Vinyl sighed, arms sliding around the soft material of the cellist's dress as she hugged her close.

"I absolutely did. I also have something for you."

Surprised, Octavia pulled away from the comforting embrace.

"Do you?"

"Yep. Now sit on the couch and close your eyes, okay?"

"Vinyl, I--"

"Tav, come on. Please?"

Huffing in defeat, the cellist bowed her deference and sunk into the cushions, thankful to be off her feet. Staring openly at the spinner as she rolled up the sleeves on her black dress shirt, Octavia leaned back and crossed her legs, content to watch the jockey. Pinning the cellist with a quirked eyebrow, Vinyl lifted her hands to undo the silk tie before sliding it off and placing it in her breast pocket. Motioning for the cellist to close her eyes, Vinyl patiently waited before turning to retrieve the object of her affection, face splitting with a large grin.

Impatient, the cellist crossed her arms and strained to hear, unnerved when the silence stretched on for long minutes. Finally a sound just near her startled her, forcing her lids to flutter and open, focus instantly zeroing in on Vinyl as she sat on the coffee table before her. Grinning slyly, Vinyl shook an accusatory finger before a small laugh bubbled free from within her chest. Motioning to the polished case across her lap, Vinyl smiled ruefully at the cellist.

"This is for you."

Raven brows furrowed, a web of wrinkles marring the once-calm forehead. Lifting her hands to run over the large case, Octavia tossed a confused look at the cheshire jockey.

"Vinyl, is there a cello inside this case?"

"Well, if you'd open it, you'd know."

Ignoring the gleeful sarcasm, Octavia passed her eyes over the case again, decidedly settling upon a dark frown.

"Vinyl, cellos are increasingly expensive. I really hope you didn't... I mean, surely, you... Scratch, this would have worked itself out even--"

"Octavia, please... just open the case."

Holding the jockey's steady gaze, Octavia licked her lips and nodded, focus dropping to again run across the smooth surface of the case. Shaking fingers worked the clasp on the holder, undoing each with quiet respect. Dropping her left hand to the lip, Octavia released a breath and slowly raised the lid, a myriad of tears suddenly flowing from the mulberry eyes. A polished black cello lay within the case, the glossy finish shimmering beautifully in the light. Octavia squeezed shut her eyes and shook her head, hand blindly reaching for Vinyl's forearm as she continued to hold the lid.

"Vinyl, n-no. I can't. I can't."

Smiling softly, Vinyl slid the case from her lap and placed it on the table beside her before carefully lifting the instrument from the emerald silk it rested within so wonderfully. Drawing the large cello across her body, she dropped the endpin and propped the magnificent piece up before the cellist.

"Yes, you can. I want you to have it."

Octavia, through the downpour of tears, shook her head before covering her mouth, a deep shuddering echoing from between the closed digits.

"No, Vinyl, I-- This cello. No, Celestia, I can't."

Ignoring the pleading words, Vinyl slid her fingers to Octavia, prying the balled fist from her lap and slowly curled the fingers around the neck of the instrument. Eyes shining, Vinyl patted Octavia's hand before letting go, allowing the cellist to hold the revered instrument.

"You really can, Tav."

Dropping her other hand, Octavia carefully lifted the cello and stroked her fingers down the smooth finish, studying the well-loved instrument. Brushing a thumb over the left F hole, Octavia swallowed a new set of tears before stopping the spinner with a heartfelt look.

"Vinyl, this is... Fleur Noir. One of your mother's most prized cellos."

"I know. Which is why I want you to have it."

"Scratch..."

Vinyl shifted off the table to sit beside the cellist before wrapping a comforting arm around the emotional player.

"My mother always told me that instruments are meant to be played and adored, not enshrined and untouched. I still have her baby, her Arbre Blanc. I want you to have it because you have that same reverence for music that she did, the same pride for perfection that made her the best in the world."

Still clutching the neck of the renowned cello, Octavia turned in her seat to stare at the DJ.

"This gift... it's too precious. It's too close to your heart. I'm not worthy of this honor."

Fighting her own tears, Vinyl lifted her hand to cup the strings player's cheek.

"You are my heart. You're worthy of everything that I have and so much more, you know? You're unlike anyone I ever met, which is why I was so afraid for so long. But now? Not even a chance. Take this little token and just remember the love behind it, okay?"

Wiping at her eyes with her free hand, Octavia nodded and dropped her eyes back to the cello, a wonderful sense of pride filling the player at the powerful gift. Feeling a soft brush against her palm, Octavia slowly turned the body over in her hands, eyes instantly drawn to the smoky letters carved into the back of the neck.

Camille Violoncelle...
...Octavia Melody

Ignoring the onslaught of tears, Octavia traced the carved letters, both new and old before carefully reaching forward to stow the cello in its silk haven before securing the lid. Retracting to the couch, Octavia lifted her hands to Vinyl, fingers nimbly sliding across the pale skin of her jockey.

"Your gift... it's wonderful."

"My mom would have loved you. I'm sure she's honored that you have it now."

Octavia studied the tearful eyes of her companion for a long while before spurring her body into action, sliding over to straddle the player's lap before wrapping her legs and arms around her in a bone crushing hug. Threading her fingers through the choppy blue locks, Octavia buried her face in the spinner's neck, a surge of emotion powering through her bones. Pulling away just enough to brush her forehead against Vinyl's, Octavia ran trembling fingers down the woman's flushed skin.

"I love you more than life itself, Vinyl Scratch. Thank you for helping me soar."

Vinyl gently bit her lip, eyes watering to a placid blur.

"I love you, too, Octavia Melody. Thank you for helping me sing."

Author's Notes:

Ooookay,here it goes: This story is basically over. And by basically, I mean this is pretty much the end. I do want to post an epilogue/follow up chapter, though, but it'll probably be NSFW. That way, you guys know it's coming, and no one gets offended!

I loved this story, and I can't wait to write another. Some fun tidbits about this story, though? I wrote the entire thing while listening to Evanescence, Symphony's hair color changed halfway through, and my visual versions of Vinyl and Octavia are based on JohnJoseco's versions of them, because they are perfect.

Thanks to everyone for the support! I hope it lives up to itself for you guys... So, enjoy, and happy Saturday!

Watch and Learn [nsfw]

Octavia grumbled as she crossed the frost-laden grass, an increasingly warm thermos clenched tightly in her hands. Exhaling a puff of steam, the raven-haired player followed as Symphony led her across the expansive field in Canterlot Park, a weighty blanket casually draped over one shoulder. Tossing her head to the side, Octavia half-smiled at Bonbon as she swept passed her, an elated smile curling the glistening lips as she half-jogged to catch up to the giggling violinist. Beauty Brass sauntered up beside the still grumbling cellist, a fair smile curling her mouth.

"Don't be so grumpy, Octavia. You'll enjoy it, really."

Waving her free hand, the dark-haired player watched as Symphony and Bon spread the thick blanket on the frigid earth, earning a scrunched look of disapproval from the skeptical cellist. Brass nudged her playfully before approaching the two women as they settled on the blanket, offering the packages in her arms as she helped set up. Octavia sighed wistfully before closing the distance between them and sat down between Symphony and Bon, silently offering the heated thermos as the quartet curled up together.

A collection of hollers and whistles gathered the attention of the women, causing all eyes to turn and watch the motley group of rambunctious adults as they filtered passed the carefully grouped musicians. Vinyl led the troupe, her wild, two-tone hair spiked high and feral, the glistening ruby eyes sparkling mischievously in the early morning light. Lyra Heartstrings followed directly behind, mint hair mussed with obvious sleep, though the golden orbs shone brilliantly as she casually conversed with her companions. Spitfire launched forward, a familiar group following close behind her as she stilled her team on the other side of the field.

Vinyl scoffed and led the remaining people to stand before the foreboding team, a smug smile curling the perfect lips.

"All right, Captain. You want to pick 'em, or do you want a full-blown rematch?"

"I'll take the rematch, Pon-3. You and your sad buncha musicians are going down this year."

Jerking her head to the side, Vinyl sneered at the snarky pilot.

"All right, a rematch it is. Your Bolts against my Players, loser buys lunch."

The two women brutishly shook hands before breaking off into their respective groups, collectively preparing for a jarring match. Octavia sighed deeply and leaned heavily against Symphony, careful to stifle a yawn.

"Tell me again why you all decided to drag me out of my nice, warm nest of blankets to come watch a football game."

Chuckling, Symphony elbowed the cellist before pouring a cup of cocoa from the large thermos.

"Because Vinyl and Spitfire do this every year and because I doubt Vinyl was going to let you miss it. Besides, it's actually entertaining to watch."

Displeased, the strings player scrunched her nose as she watched the silly band of makeshift ball players all prepare for their supposed rematch. Glancing thoughtfully at each individual, Octavia smiled as her eyes passed over knowing colors on each player: a pink and blue bandana tied roguishly over mint hair; purple sweat bands high on the pilot's forearms; and brown and blue gloves over the harpist's hands. The raven-haired cellist snapped her focus to the DJ as she shrugged out of the light jacket she wore, exposing the gray, black, and pink arm sleeve that clung perfectly to the spinner's shapely forearm.

Ignoring the blissful heat that spread across her cheeks, Octavia nestled in beside the violinist and smiled.

"They wear our colors..."

Beauty, after swallowing a small sip of the delightful cocoa, grinned.

"Of course. In the words of my beloved: 'We fight in your honor, so that you may be pleased with our prowess in battle.'"

Bonbon suppressed a chuckle as she glanced over at the normally proper harpist, a humored smile curling her lips as she took in his messy appearance. Octavia cleared her throat, drawing all eyes to her as she helplessly gestured to the players as they gathered toward midfield.

"That's a sweet gesture, really, but... If you all enjoy this game so much, how come none of you participate?"

As if on cue, the three women raised their mugs, smiled, and responded in kind.

"Because we're ladies."

Octavia snorted before laughing gently, eyes carefully scanning her friends.

"So ladies curl up on the frozen ground to watch their respective partners pummel each other over a silly game?"

Brass shook her finger as she clicked her tongue at the cellist, brilliant violet eyes glowing with merriment.

"Darling, you've obviously never seen this sort of football game, or any for that matter. It's the sheer joy of it, the brutish way they attack the game with gusto that brings us back here every year. Parish is a gentleman. But every year, I see him shed his manners and his perfectly coiffured hair in favor of a manly sport and activity. It's very... Oh, what's the--"

"Stimulating. It's very stimulating."

Symphony and Beauty shared a knowing smile before reaching forward to clink mugs. Octavia passed a curious look between the wolfishly smiling musicians, a growing understanding festering within the player.

"Oh, I believe I get it now. You all watch this brutality because it's--"

"So unbelievably hot. Even though all of their lovelies are on the same team, Spitfire captains her own squad. And that in and of itself is a turn on. And since Vinyl captains her team, you get to watch her in action, too."

Octavia merely nodded before watching the teams coerce at the scrimmage line, both Vinyl and Spitfire playfully yelling obscenities across to one another. With renewed interest, the cellist watched the game progress, her understanding growing as she watched the teams meet time and time again, locked in a battle of wills. Eyes never leaving the DJ, Octavia felt a silly smile cross her lips as the athletic pianist played, sometimes skirting around the opposition before being violently taken down, time and time again. With each passing play, the jockey became more engrossed, the red eyes more focused as she rallied her players against the surging pressure of the Wonderbolts.

Sensing a break in action as the two teams took a moment to rest, Octavia casually traced the rim of her empty mug before passing a curious glance to Symphony.

"Okay, I have just a small question?"

"I'm sure you do, love."

"Are they all aware of the reason you all sit here and watch? I've noticed no one else's significant others are here to watch, so surely they must be on to you."

Bon smiled ruefully, an amused chuckle filtering from her lips.

"Of course they know why we're here. I left my shoppe in the hands of my cousin today just so I could watch. It's cathartic, almost, watching them play. Lyra is so fiercely competitive, and I love watching that raging fury come out for something good. It's beautiful."

Nodding, Octavia smiled at the grinning Brass before turning toward the impressively sultry Symphony as her eyes followed Spitfire.

"Symphony?"

Snapping her eyes back to the cellist, the violet-haired player smiled devilishly.

"I'm attracted to Spitfire on a boring, rainy day... But seeing her like this? It just does something to a girl, ya know?"

Returning her eyes to watch the DJ as she conversed idly with Bone, Octavia thought for a moment before smirking.

"Yes, I can understand that. It's... mesmerizing? It's hard enough being near Vinyl when she's not being a dominant force."

"So have you guys, uh... you know."

Octavia flushed at the question, a perturbed wrinkle jostling the dark brows.

"No, not yet."

The cellist suddenly jerked toward Symphony, amethyst eyes whirling around to pin the grinning confectioner with an annoyed pout. Bonbon pinched her fingers before gesturing to the cellist's still tender side.

"I can understand Vinyl being cautious about it, you still wince when your side's touched. And I don't know if you're aware of this, but you kinda use your whole body for that sort of activity."

Octavia huffed, crossing her good arm across her body as she pinned the still-grinning candy maker with a distressed scowl.

"Yes, I know. But as the days pass, it gets harder. So many time's we've come close, but if I make even the slightest sound, Vinyl pulls away with that as the excuse."

Symphony passed a comforting hand down the player's arm, teal eyes softening.

"Well, you can't really blame her. She doesn't want to hurt you, or rebreak your ribs. I mean, do you think you can take it? Really."

Octavia again traced the lip of the empty mug, eyes narrowing in thought.

"Yes, I think that I could. They're tender, but I've been back to the doctor... He's claimed that the bones have fused, but that they're still in a sensitive place."

Brass finished the last of her cocoa before tossing a mindful look to the woman.

"And what about your shoulder?"

"It really doesn't hurt all that much. If I go to reach for something high, it's a little sore, but that's really all that remains. It's been almost a month since that night, I'm okay. I'm playing again, with little problem... The only thing is Vinyl."

Symphony smiled happily before grabbing at the mostly empty thermos, pausing to refill her cup before trapping the cellist with a playful glint.

"All right then, gladiator, seduce Vinyl."

"Seduce Vi-- I have absolutely zero experience in that department, Symphony."

The three women chuckled briefly, drawing an annoyed huff from the cellist as she crossed her arms, eyes scanning the field as the two teams lined up once more. Bonbon shifted toward the raven-haired player before wrapping a warm arm around the tense shoulders.

"Octavia, you can relax. There's no point in rushing it, it'll happen. Vinyl's probably losing her mind over this."

"Yeah, you've got to remember that Vinyl's suffering just as much as you are."

Exhaling heavily, Octavia slid her eyes back to study the sweet smile of the violinist, a large grin breaking through the melancholy.

"Tell me, ladies, were you all the first to make a move in your relationships?"

Beauty was the first to respond, a joyful laugh erupting from the petite woman.

"You bet, darling. Parish was a nervous wreck!"

The quartet shared a small laugh, each casually passing their eyes over the harpist as he remained bent at the line. Symphony swiped at a loose bang before fixing her gaze on the pilot as she stood in the backfield.

"Oh yeah, I made the first move on Spitfire. She's got this part of her neck..."

The violinist gestured to the front of her throat, a wistful smile curling her lips as her eyes devoured the pilot.

"You kiss her right here and she's putty in your hands. That night was pretty special."

Bonbon raised the thermos in respect for the player before she sipped the remaining cocoa.

"I hear you there, Symph. Lyra's got a soft spot on her ear that pretty much makes her leg shake."

The two giggled, pinning the sousaphonist with curious smiles. Brass lifted her finger, pointing to the underside of her jaw.

"If you kiss him, right where his jaw meets his neck? You've got him."

Octavia smiled, eyes lifting to watch the DJ break a tackle from Fleetfoot. Symphony nudged the cellist playfully, teal orbs glistening in the late morning sun.

"You ever find Vinyl's spot?"

Tearing her eyes from the tumbling jockey, Octavia smiled wistfully.

"I believe so."

The quartet watched as Vinyl and her team celebrated a hard-earned touchdown, an ecstatic happiness bolting through the rugged group of musicians. Eyes crinkling, Octavia smiled happily, content to watch as the teams shifted back down the field to prepare for a change. Smirking, Symphony curled the cellist into her side.

"Believe so?"

"Well, it was just the other day... I was curled in her lap and we were-- I kissed this spot, right under her ear, where the jaw meets and... wow."

Symphony chuckled and squeezed harder.

"Yeah, that'd be the spot. And if you guys still haven't done it yet, that's a tremendous amount of self-control from Vinyl."

Octavia hummed satisfactorily, her thoughts wandering as she continued to study the spinner as she played.

Lyra, from within their defensive huddle, grinned at the jockey before slapping her upper arm. The two-tone player grunted and pinned the chuckling lyrist with a scorching glare.

"What the hell are you hitting me for?"

"We're gonna rock these Bolts, man, damn."

Chancing a quick glance, Vinyl popped her head up from the huddle and grinned before ducking back down, a satisfied smile tugging at the painted face.

"Oh, yeah. That."

Parish, from beside Bone, snickered before casting a smug grin at the fiercely debating flyers. Suppressing a chuckle, the harpist rubbed his gloves together nervously, emerald eyes glowing as he looked over his teammates.

"You guys ever get the feeling we're being watched?"

Three heads popped up from the huddle to look at the group of women, a flurry of smiles peppering the trio before they ducked back into the huddle. Lyra chuckled and waved at the harp player from across the gathering.

"I believe a better question would be, 'Do you ever get the feeling you're being undressed with someone's eyeballs?'"

Vinyl chuckled ruefully before looking past Lyra to study the carefully observant cellist, a burning heat snaking across her skin as she took in the intensity shadowing the amethyst eyes. Hearing the finality of the Bolts, Vinyl broke the huddle and approached the line, casting a knowing smile to the cellist as she took her position across from the ragged Bolts. Spitfire sneered over the line at the jockey, a playful smirk shaping her dirt-smeared face.

"You're going down, Scratch. Better tell that pretty thing on the sidelines to bury you deep."

Taking her position at the line, Vinyl smirked up at the hunched pilot, a demonic light pulsing in the crimson depths.

"I hope you like dirt, asshole."

Taking the snap from Misty, Spitfire dropped back, only to find herself ruthlessly taken down by the swarming Vinyl, the wind escaping her lungs as she was slammed to the frozen mantle. From the sidelines, a dark threat escaped the placid group of women.

"Hey, Scratch, try not to kill my girlfriend, we've got plans!"

Chuckling, Vinyl lifted to her palms while straddling the gasping pilot, red eyes sparkling. Tossing a peaceful look to Parish as he stood just off to the side, the DJ tipped her chin at the man.

"What time you got, Nander?"

Struggling with the cord around his neck, Parish tugged the clockface from beneath his shirt and read the numbers.

"11:56, Captain."

Smiling smugly, Vinyl cast a dark grin down to the pilot that still remained splayed beneath her, football tucked carefully in one hand.

"All right, Spit. You and your Bolts have less than four minutes to try and either win or tie this game, I suggest you get off your ass and try to win, or you're gonna owe me lunch."

Grumbling, Spitfire bucked the DJ off and scrambled to her feet, doubling over as a lazy pain shot up from her back.

"I think you broke me, you pain in the ass."

Rolling to her feet, Vinyl wiped off loose blades of grass before tickling the irritated pilot.

"Calm yourself, Spit, I didn't break anything. Except maybe your spirit. Line up, let's see if you can win this game!"

Slamming the ball down, Spitfire grunted before waving over her Bolts, stopping only to torch the smirking jockey with a spiteful glare. Vinyl drew her own people forward, arms lifting around the shoulders of Lyra and Parish as they lined up beside her.

"All right, guys. We've almost got this one again, so Spit might go for the long ball. Stite, you and Muse are gonna hang back. The rest of us are going to keep everybody else busy. If I get another shot, I'm taking her down. Let's win us some food, okay?"

Grinning, the team broke up and lined up to the new scrimmage line, a shock of smug grins lining the faces of the filthy musicians. Vinyl cracked her knuckles and cast a small glance to the sidelines, heart racing as she caught eyes with the focused cellist. Holding the gaze for a moment, Vinyl's smile widened before she blew the player a kiss and dropped her focus back to the game. Taking her positions, Vinyl peered at the forming Bolts and winked at Misty Fly as she took her place across from the snarky spinner.

A misting rain settled over the game, prickling the players as they waited for the final ball snap, a buzzing anticipation crawling around the field. Calling for the snap, the Bolts shifted forward, crashing into the opposition. Fleetfoot took off down the field, covering ground as she sped away from Muse. Spitfire scrambled from one tackle, settled back down and snapped her focus to the streaking Fleet, arm pumping as she curled to throw.

Vinyl, after slipping free of Rapidfire, met the Wonderbolt captain head on, her body stretching far as her arm slid around the pilot's torso, curling around her shoulder as Vinyl propelled them around, spinning the flyer and wrenching her off her feet. The two-tone spinner grounded first, her body still propelling the flame-haired woman around her shoulder before crashing to the ground, the ball jarring loose as Spitfire recoiled from the impact. Parish, after fumbling over Soarin, scrambled after the ball and hefted it, stumbling as he began a desperate run toward his end zone markers.

Feet pounding, the harpist sprinted as quickly as he dared, the grass slipping beneath him as he launched, crossing the imaginary line and tumbled into the endzone. Two of the Bolts quit chase, doubling over to pant as Parish sprung up from the grass, victoriously holding the ball as his team swarmed the grinning harpist. Beauty plowed through the excited group before launching herself into his arms and pulled him in for a powerful kiss.

Bonbon chuckled as she remained on the blanket, a small smile tugging at her lips as Lyra approached, collapsing onto the blanket with a pleased huff, only to be drawn into the confectioner for a heart-stopping kiss. Symphony and Octavia, arms linked peacefully, slowly approached the two that remained on the ground, splayed happily on the damp earth, side by side. Stopping at the feet of both women, the teal-eyed strings player gently kicked grinning jockey before breaking free to approach the captain. Curling downward, Symphony gently brushed the gasping pilot's forehead.

"Darling?"

"Vinyl broke me."

Chuckling, the spinner in question nudged the flyer before being helped to her feet by the grinning cellist.

"I did not. You're just a sissy. By the way, we won."

Ignoring the jockey, Spitfire opened her eyes to smile bashfully at the stooping violinist.

"Would you still love me if I was a crippled, football reject?"

Snuffing out a bemused chuckle, Symphony dropped to one knee to kiss the pilot before standing, grabbing at the flyer's jacket collar before hefting her to her feet. Groaning, the pilot swayed before steadying, throwing an irritated look to the jockey.

"Jeez, Vinyl, were you aiming to kill me?"

Lifting up the damp hoodie, Spitfire looked at the redness on her skin and scowled at the smiling Vinyl.

"That's gonna leave a mark."

Scoffing, Vinyl lifting her t-shirt and exposed the angry red marks on her hips before shaking an accusatory finger at the pilot.

"Speak for yourself."

The remaining members of each team suddenly swarmed the women, chattering aimlessly about the victory. Parish raised his free arm to heft the game ball before wrapping Brass up in a strong hug, earning a delightful squeal for the attention. Vinyl playfully punched the charming harpist before snatching the ball and tucking it under her arm. Waving off the elated crew, Vinyl cleared and approached the few things at the sidelines, stopping only to laugh at the couple on the blanket.

"Would you two get a room?"

Regretfully breaking the kiss, Bon detangled from the lyrist and stood, offering her hand to the muddy player before yanking her to her feet. The large group quickly packed up and headed across the way toward the vehicles, blissful chatter floating around the group as they moved. Vinyl trailed, hands stuffed in her pockets, as she walked through the misting rain, smiling as her eyes focused on the waiting cellist.

"Hey, Tav."

"Hello, captain. That was quite impressive today."

"Mm, you like?"

Threading her arm through Vinyl's, Octavia sighed happily and nodded before snuggling into her companion.

"Yes, I do. Very much. The girls warned me that it's more fun than it seems, and they were right."

Chuckling, Vinyl waved her hand in the water-soaked atmosphere.

"Oh yeah? Did they tell you why they watch us play football?"

Hiding a small grin, Octavia shook her head, eyes lifting to study the expressive red.

"I thought it was just out of support?"

"Nope. Those three seem to love football more than the rest of us. I practically watched Symphony undress Spitfire with her eyes at least seven times. Apparently, us being barbarians and beating up on each other is hot."

Octavia blushed but said nothing, content to walk with the jockey before they settled around the cars. Raising her voice, Vinyl smiled at the players.

"All right, people. Bolts, you all owe me and my boo crew lunch. But considering our game got a little wet, and we're all filthy idiots, how about we raincheck for tonight and we all meet at Peg's for dinner?"

A collection of nods and agreements greeted the spinner, allowing the woman to smile.

"All right, good. We'll see you guys later, then. Good game."

Saying their goodbyes, the large group eventually petered out, leaving only Vinyl and Octavia behind in the quiet. Leaning casually against her bike, Vinyl sighed happily and inhaled the dampness, a small smile shaping the glorious lips. Octavia moved to stand just before the peaceful jockey, body shifting forward to lean against the spinner. Dropping a small kiss to the two-tone hair, Octavia wrapped her arms around Vinyl.

"That was very fun today, shockingly."

"I'm actually surprised you came. Must have been a challenge to get you out of bed."

Stifling a loud laugh, Octavia nuzzled the blue head.

"Oh yes, Symphony had quite a time getting me out of that silk cocoon this morning. Where had you gone?"

"Gettin' the guys."

"I dislike waking up without you."

Hiding her smile in the cellist's pilfered pea coat, Vinyl finally pulled away to glance into the crystalline orbs.

"I'm sorry. You haven't been sleeping well, I wanted you to rest."

"I want to be with you. Can we go home?"

Nodding, Vinyl pulled away from the player before lifting to straddle the bike. Kicking over the engine, the DJ slipped the helmet on and waited for Octavia to settle safely behind her before heading back to the Astoria. Pulling into traffic, the DJ piloted easily through the misty streets, careful of the cargo at her back. Smiling happily, Vinyl slid the bike up to the curb and cut the engine, holding a hand out to the cellist as she climbed off the bike. Pulling off her helmet, Vinyl swung a leg over and tucked the gear under her arm, blindly reaching for the cellist's hand as they approached the building.

Walking easily through the glass doors, the pair sidled up to the elevator and eased inside, Vinyl pulling the cellist to lean against her as they moved upward. Spilling into the hallway, the stained and ecstatic spinner fished for her keys and unlocked the door before pushing joyously inside. Octavia smiled eagerly, pinning the filthy player with an elated smile. Vinyl approached the cellist before stopping in front of the grinning player, stooping to place a quick peck on the woman's cheek.

"Since I smell horrible, I'm gonna get a quick shower. And then you and I, we're gonna have a lazy day before we get fed like royalty."

Octavia grinned before pulling the DJ forward by her grass-stained jacket and placed a smoldering kiss on the icy lips.

"Don't take too long."

Lashes fluttering, Vinyl offered a silly grin before saluting and slipped away toward the bathroom. Sighing in contentment, Octavia stripped off the pea coat and shrugged out of the underlying jacket, shivering slightly as her exposed skin met with the cool air in the apartment. Approaching the thermostat, the raven-haired player bumped up the temperature before cycling into the kitchen, hands mindlessly grabbing for her cabinet, seeking the soothing remedy of a strong Earl. Flicking on the burner, she started the water before fluttering around the massive kitchen, grabbing two cups and a pair of spoons before hopping up to sit on the counter, happy to simply wait.

Tugging at the hem of the stolen v-neck tee, Octavia smiled wistfully, eyes falling shut as she recalled the invigorating heat that is the sleeping DJ. After a moment, amethyst eyes cracked open to peer thoughtfully at the steaming kettle, blissfully turning off the fire before tugging on the rubber handle, carefully pouring the tea to let it steep for a moment. Rooms away, she heard the familiar thud of a closet door, alerting her to the DJ's journey for clothes, always impressed at her ability to shower at near-blinding speed.

Swirling her spoon in her cup, Octavia grinned as she spied the DJ sweeping out of the hallway, dressed in well-worn jeans and a simple white tank. Eyeing the deeply thoughtful cellist, Vinyl sauntered up to the woman before wrapping her arms around the player and kissed her good shoulder.

"Hey, Tav."

Almost purring, the cellist leaned back into the offered heat of the freshly showered jockey, eyes falling closed as she settled into the molten embrace. Ignoring the tea for the moment, Octavia spun in the player's hold, arms snaking up to link around the spinner's neck.

"What do you have planned for this afternoon?"

Pausing, Vinyl pursed her lips as she thought, red eyes squinting.

"No clue. Whatever you want to do is fine with me, I really didn't have anything in mind. I also wasn't counting on rain, but hey. Things happen."

Nodding, Octavia smiled before rising to place a slow, deliberate kiss on the DJ's warm lips. Pulling away slowly, the raven-haired player nuzzled the spinner's jaw before dropping back down.

"Vinyl?"

"Hm?"

Casually scanning the jockey's relaxed face, Octavia smiled, hands falling to cup the pianist's neck.

"Let's have a lazy, homebody day. Maybe we could watch a movie."

"Yeah, definitely. You got it."

Untangling from the cellist's embrace, Vinyl stepped backward, eyes lighting in a brilliant smile.

"What of mine didn't you steal?"

Smiling smugly, the cellist swept her hands down the front of the pilfered shirt, blowing a small kiss to the jockey as she slid past her on her way to the couch.

"I was practically getting dressed in the dark after a quick shower this morning, you're lucky I was wearing anything at all."

"I think you would have frozen to death."

Once settled, the cellist raised her eyes as she raised her mug, hiding a small in the rim of the glass.

"I'm sure the game would have kept me warm enough, Vinyl. It was quite exhilarating, you know."

Ignoring the heat festering in her gut, Vinyl grinned and approached the living area before heading toward the cabinet on the far wall. Pulling open the heavy doors, Vinyl tossed a curious glance to the comfortable player.

"What kind of movie would you like to watch?"

Pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa, Octavia snuggled into the soft warmth before sliding her focus to the DJ.

"It doesn't matter. Something slow, perhaps?"

Snorting, Vinyl shook her head before plucking a case from the shelf and quickly closed the doors and hurried to the massive system. After setting up the movie, Vinyl approached the couch to sit, only to be stopped as the cellist stood. Gesturing to the sofa, Octavia smiled sweetly.

"You're warmer than any blanket, Scratch."

Chuckling, Vinyl rolled onto the couch and settled quickly before lifting her eyes to scorch the cellist, hand lifting to pat her stomach in invitation. Curling her lips into a coy grin, Octavia curled herself on the jockey's chest, contented to lie against the offered warmth as she snuggled in. Vinyl dropped her arm around the cellist's shoulders as she started the movie, her other hand idly tracing the arm rest she leaned against.

The movie started and continued onward, a comforting silence blanketing the room as the women laid together, watching in minor fascination as the well-loved film played in a reliable fashion. Octavia sighed gently and shifted, resting her full weight on the jockey as she moved, her arm snaking down to curl around the woman. With her free hand, she slipped free of the blankets and slid her fingers under the soft cotton of the spinner's tank, inhaling sharply as she felt the muscles twitch under her fingers.

"Your hands are cold."

Lifting her eyes, Octavia swallowed gently, amethyst eyes meeting extraordinary red. Without breaking her focus, the cellist swept her hand across the taut abdomen under her palm, grinning smugly as the muscles shifted and tensed under her fingers. Lifting to her knees, Octavia hovered above the spinner, the blanket cascading around them as she remained suspended in the space between them. Eyes locked with the burning rubies, Octavia licked her lips and dipped downward, meeting the DJ's mouth in a deep, mystifying kiss. Instantly, the jockey's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, body rolling upward to meet Octavia's as their tongues touched with a shock of fire.

Gasping, the jockey pulled away, her eyes snapping open as she struggled to control her gaping breaths.

"Octavia--"

Shrugging off the blanket, Octavia slid forward, hands dropping to curl in the jockey's hair as she bent downward, lips desperately reclaiming Vinyl's in a heated dance of lips, teeth, and tongue. Groaning into the contact, Vinyl arced upward, hips seeking purchase against the cellist as her hands continued to tease the player's skin. Breath hitching, Octavia pushed against the molten friction, breaths escaping in ragged bursts as the jockey dropped her lips to gently suckle her neck.

"By the Gods, Vinyl--"

Almost as if snapping out of a trance, the jockey gasped and pulled away, hands dropping to grip tightly to the woman's hips.

"Tav, w-we--"

"Don't."

Impatient, Octavia dropped her lips to Vinyl's, instantly reclaiming the jockey's spiraling attention. The cellist sighed into the kiss, muscles clenching as she felt the impossible heat of the spinner's fingers as her hands flexed roughly against her hips. Slipping away from Vinyl's talented mouth, Octavia dropped her lips to the spinner's pulse point, sliding upward before placing a firm kiss below the DJ's ear, causing the strong hips to buck against her.

"T-tav..."

Capturing the DJ's amazingly sweet lips, Octavia kissed hard before drawing the jockey's lip in, biting roughly on the soft skin. A low groan escaped the jockey as her hands climbed underneath the soft cotton of Octavia's tee shirt, fiery tendrils gently brushing the tender ribs, silently asking permission. Grinding out a soft gasp, Octavia pressed the jockey's hand to the newly healed bones, lips blindly searching for the woman's as they continued to move against one another. Drawing her hands back, Vinyl tore her lips from Octavia's, a strangled gasp escaping her as she sat up on the couch, legs swinging downward as she quickly stood, the cellist safely in her arms.

Crying in surprise, Octavia fastened her legs around the spinner's hips, arms flying up to lock around the woman's neck. Adjusting the weight of the cellist, Vinyl shifted her arms before reaching up to claim the soft lips in a desperate kiss, feet mindlessly walking them toward the bedroom. Feeling herself slipping, Octavia hooked her legs higher and raised herself upward, drawing a tortured groan from the jockey as she stopped to lean against the wall before pushing up again. Bursting through the proper door, Vinyl grunted as she kicked at the offending object, successfully slamming the door to the bedroom.

Gray light filtered in through the slightly askew blinds, lighting the tousled bed in a molten silver, allowing the spinner a clear path. Dropping to one knee, the two-tone jockey carefully deposited the cellist, her own body sliding willingly against the woman as they settled on the soft silk. Hips rolling, Octavia released the spinner's waist, hands falling to tug at the player's tank top. Inhaling sharply, Vinyl slid her lips against Octavia's before breaking away, allowing the strings player to deftly remove her shirt.

Releasing a low groan of appreciation, Octavia again lifted her legs to lock around the DJ, effectively tugging her downward into waiting arms, reckless fingers devouring the warm expanse of newly discovered skin. Breaths heaving, Vinyl pushed into the contact, hips rocking forward as Octavia slid her hands down her body, the cellist's nails drawing a throaty hiss from the DJ. Eager, Vinyl slipped the hands from her body and pinned them above the cellist, reveling in the irritated groan as it escaped the raven-haired woman. Releasing the thin wrists, Vinyl slid her hands under the cellist's shirt, a breathy gasp escaping the parted lips of the cellist as her hands absently wandered.

Pausing over the familiar hip, Vinyl forced her eyes open, dark garnets swirling as she peered down at the flushed cellist. As if feeling the incredible eyes, Octavia fluttered open her eyes to lock on Vinyl's before nodding quickly, orbs sliding shut as an impatient grunt echoed from deep within her. Grinning, the jockey all but ripped the shirt from the writhing body beneath her, lips instantly falling to the lavender clef, tongue swirling the ornate curve of the familiar note. Gasping, Octavia arched, hips spinning upward to meet the talented tongue, hands dropping to twist into the choppy, blue locks.

Ignoring the incessant tugging, Vinyl peppered kisses along the cellist's flat stomach, stopping to drop a sweet kiss to the lingering bruises on the player's ribcage. Sliding her tongue up the woman's sternum, Vinyl lifted to press a deep kiss to the impatient lips. Octavia threaded her fingers through the wild blue hair, pulling the jockey hard to her mouth, legs tangling with Vinyl's as their bodies pushed against one another. Vinyl hummed low against the cellist's tongue, her hands dancing over the olive skin as she continued upward, eventually stopping to gently brush the underside of the cellist's black bra.

Gasping deeply, Octavia arched into the tentative touch, hands curling around the jockey's hips as she squeezed, lips falling open in a silent cry. Dropping her lips to nibble the cellist's neck, Vinyl boldly lifted her hands to slide across the heaving chest, a high-pitched whine echoing from the cellist at the delicate torture. Sucking hard on the cellist's collarbone, Vinyl slid her left hand beneath the strings player, skillfully undoing the snaps to the black prison, deftly tossing the offending object from the cellist's body.

Shuddering, Octavia buried her fingers in the jockey's hair and raised her lips, mouth instantly finding Vinyl's in a heated duel. Breaking away, Vinyl dropped her lips to the heaving chest, knees readjusting to support her weight, both hands lifting to cup the beautiful breasts. Moaning quietly, Vinyl traced the edges of the wonderful globes, ignoring the desperate pressure of the cellist's hips as she moved wildly beneath the gentle ministrations, instead focusing on the soft flesh in her hands. Inhaling a shaking breath, Octavia opened her eyes, instantly locking on the DJ's blazing crimson eyes as she flicked her tongue across the almost painfully taught nub, an explosion of heat crashing over the cellist at the simple motion.

Shamelessly, Vinyl moved her mouth over each breast, biting and suckling as her hands slid down the cellist's sides, nails digging in lightly as they moved. With her right hand, Vinyl undid the button and fly to the cellist's jeans, gently pushing them down the undulating hips. Octavia again felt her body arch into the talented mouth, lips agape in ecstasy as she thrashed under the spinner's dangerous control. Feeling the heat of the jockey's mouth gently recede from her chest, Octavia gasped, her body rocking against the spinner's hands as they devoured swaths of flesh, the reverence in the fiery fingers almost palpable.

Feeling the DJ lift slightly, Octavia again flicked her eyes open, a sharp inhale crashing over her as she watched Vinyl slip her jeans over her hips, her body pressing upward as the ever-present lips dropped wet kisses across her curves. Finally free of the denim, Octavia slid her legs across the heated skin of the jockey's back, her tensing muscles snapping her body against the jockey with incredible force. Exhaling across the warm flesh, Vinyl left tiny bite marks across the player's hips, lips greedily devouring the new expanse of skin, hands possessively claiming the soft skin of the musician's sculpted legs.

Slipping upward, Vinyl pressed a kiss above the black panties, drawing a field of goosebumps across the flesh as she continued her journey upward. Slipping a jean-clad thigh between the trembling thighs, Vinyl wound her hips downward, sliding sensuously against the cellist's core. Releasing a strangled cry, Octavia twisted her fingers into the wild hair and pulled Vinyl upward, lips instantly finding and devouring the spinner as they rocked against each other.

Gasping, Octavia bucked her hips and spun, dislodging the spinner just enough to flip them over, allowing the cellist to straddle the squirming hips. Raking her nails across the DJ's flexing stomach muscles, Octavia pressed a frantic kiss to the woman's navel before dropping to the amazing curves. Roughly following the contours of the incredible hips, Octavia undid the clasp on the jeans and pushed them down, exposing the dark blue boy shorts and the rest of the enticing quaver. Showering quick kisses to the imposing hip bones, Octavia worked her way up, teeth tugging on the skin above the backwards mark, pulling the flesh into her mouth as she sucked ruthlessly.

Vinyl spasmed sharply, hips twisting beneath Octavia as she finally released her hold, an angry blossom left by her mouth as she continued onward. Gliding her tongue over the expanding ribs, Octavia settled her body between the parted thighs, a delicious chill skittering up her spine as their skin met with thundering rapture. Sliding her hands beneath the wriggling DJ, Octavia practically snapped the DJ's bra clasp before hefting the blue item away. Sucking in a breath, Octavia studied the heaving breasts, instantly drawn to the lone piercing straining against the emphatic bud.

Feeling a debilitating shudder rack her already engrossed core, Octavia moaned before tugging the piercing in between white teeth, drawing a surprised gasp from the spinner. Skirting the cellist away from her sensitive chest, Vinyl scorched the woman with a soul-stealing kiss, tongues clashing wildly as Vinyl snapped her hips upward, leg hooking the cellist's waist as she continued the frenetic motion. Groaning, Vinyl pulled away from the contact, curling the cellist in her arms before reversing their position, easily pinning the incredibly aroused musician.

Losing almost complete control, Vinyl slid her hands over the tingling olive skin, her nails biting and grating as they occasionally passed over her hips. Slipping her fingers just underneath the waistband of the clinging under garments, Vinyl pulled away enough to peer down at the cellist, red eyes clouded with hopeful lust. Focusing on the increasing pressure of the hungry digits, Octavia cried out, legs clamping around the jockey as she pulsed forward, the sensitive heat grinding roughly against the jockey's breath-taking hips. Mulberry orbs fluttering, Octavia pulled the jockey in for a bruising kiss, legs squeezing the woman hard around the waist.

"I need you."

Feeling a cresting rush of warmth, Vinyl moaned into the cellist's mouth before breaking the kiss with a wet pop, thumbs slipping upward to hook the black garment before peeling them down the stunning legs. Fighting the incredible urge, Vinyl lifted her eyes to focus on the flushed face of the cellist, eyes closed tightly, swollen lips parted in a beautiful pout. Inching her way up the heated flesh of the cellist, Vinyl kissed, teeth and tongue writing poetic words on the woman's skin before stopping at the bruised lips. Pulling her in for a breath-stealing kiss, Vinyl settled against the cellist's hips, fingers poised just above her most sacred place. Sensing the jockey's eyes on her, Octavia managed to snap open the glassy orbs, hands instantly lifting to pull the woman in for another brutish kiss.

Pulling away, Octavia shuddered against the awesome lips, tongue flicking out to lightly trace the bottom lip.

"Touch me."

Groaning, Vinyl left the cellist with a quick kiss before receding, lips dancing along the flushed skin. Stopping just beneath the swell of perfect breasts, Vinyl slipped her hands downward, nimble fingers dancing delicately along the swollen folds of the cellist. Earning a deep gasp, Vinyl grinned and slipped her thumb forward, instantly finding the engorged bud. Swiping her finger gently over the pulsing nerve center, Vinyl curled her free hand around the bucking hips, careful not to displace herself. Slipping slowly downward, the jockey peppered soft kisses down the cellist's stomach and hips, stopping just above the pulsing nub.

Chancing a look up at the cellist, Vinyl's eyes rolled, her body instantly shivering at the blissful ecstasy etched across the woman's face. Dropping a small kiss to the soft skin above the pubic bone, Vinyl slid a single finger in the velvet folds, swallowing a groan as Octavia moaned appreciatively, hips surging up for more of the delectable contact. Controlling the sweltering heat in her own chest, Vinyl carefully added a second finger, lips finally falling to encase the swollen flesh in impossible euphoria. Sobbing out a cry, Octavia wound her fingers in the blue hair, hips hopelessly bucking against the slow, torturous caress.

Twisting her fingers out and pushing inside even deeper, Vinyl dragged her tongue ring across the sensitive nub, drawing a harsh buck of the hips as Octavia writhed beneath her. Curling a leg up over one shoulder, the cellist arched her back, hands slipping upward to cup her bouncing breasts. Whimpering, Vinyl added a third finger as she continued her blissful assault of the throbbing clit, earning a hiss from Octavia as she twisted her fingers deep inside.

Curling upward, Vinyl began a stronger thrust, keeping pace with the incessantly bucking hips, fingers relentlessly pumping the player as she lost herself in the building ecstasy. Feeling the quiver of the cellist's inner walls, Vinyl sucked the sensitive nub in her mouth, tongue expertly flicking across the small bud as her fingers increased their crushing speed. Head back in crumbling rapture, Octavia curled her leg around the spinner's other shoulder, hands threading in the tussled blue hair as she felt an unfamiliar heat coil in her belly. Tossing her head further into the pillow, Octavia gasped deeply, body arching violently as impossibly bright lights flickered behind closed eyelids.

Feeling the twisting digits bury inside her for the millionth time, Octavia felt her body coil, muscles taught as Vinyl continued to mercilessly move inside her. A last, clawing heat pooled within her abdomen as the jockey slammed into her a final time, the burning rapture exploding across her synapses as a torturous orgasm ripped through her consciousness. Screaming the jockey's name, Octavia felt herself explode, a menagerie of colors filtering across her vision as her back arched, fingers buried in the blue hair, legs clamped tightly around the spinner's shoulders as she milked the ecstasy, tongue perfectly in tune with the pulsing flux of her hips.

Releasing a high-pitched keen, Octavia collapsed, chest heaving as blinding euphoria filtered through her, the DJ's fingers gently slipping from inside her to cautiously tickle the top of her thighs, the molten metal of her tongue ring lingering with one final flick before eventually receding. Vinyl slowly climbed across the cellist's gasping form, buzzing from the intensity of the cellist's orgasm. Feeling a smooth leg slide down her back, Vinyl smiled and settled atop the cellist, planting lazily kisses on the woman's neck and face.

Swallowing hard, Octavia urged her blissful form into movement, hands slowly sliding up to wrap around the jockey's back, nails gently digging into the enflamed flesh. Fighting, Octavia opened her eyes, groaning softly as she focused on the rich garnets hovering just above her. Pulling the jockey in for a soft, slow kiss, Octavia nuzzled the spinner's pale throat.

"That was incredible."

Grinning, Vinyl purred and placed a soft kiss on the cellist's neck.

"I've been wanting to touch you for ages. You're beautiful, Octavia. Absolutely perfect."

Ignoring the heat in her cheeks, Octavia pushed upward, elated when the jockey easily fell to her side. Pushing the spinner to lay flat, the raven-haired player crawled up to straddle the aroused musician. Grinning, Octavia pressed a quick kiss to the smiling lips before dropping her head, mouth instantly attaching to the skin beneath the spinner's jaw. Sucking hard, Octavia suppressed a chill as she felt the jockey's anxious body move beneath her, begging for her touch. Finally releasing the skin with a resounding pop, Octavia dropped her lips to the hard peaks, mouth slowly worshipping the pale flesh of her DJ.

Lifting her lips to hover beside the woman's ear, Octavia gently traced the shell of the sensitive organ before whispering to the pianist.

"Scream for me."

Failing to suppress the responding groan, Vinyl jerked her hips up, hands finding purchase on the cellist's waist. Slapping the desperate hands away, Octavia lifted off the needy hips and kissed a fiery trail down Vinyl's torso. Slipping her hand inside the blue boy shorts, Octavia ignored the throaty moan as she swept her fingertips over the dripping slit. Tugging the offending article off, Octavia instantly filled the jockey, fingers thrusting powerfully inside the spinner. All control lost, Vinyl twisted her hands in the pillow beneath her, ruby eyes closed as the thundering pleasure rippled through her, leaving a field of gooseflesh across her pale skin.

The cellist slipped her tongue across the silently begging nub, instantly drawing a reaction from the spinner as she roughly snapped her hips upward. Breathing heavy, Vinyl rotated her hips in time with the mind-numbing thrusting, eyes rolling shut as her orgasm built quickly. Clenching her jaw, Vinyl buried her face in the pillow as she crested hard, spiraling out of control quickly as her body violently shook with pent up passion. Throwing the pillow, Vinyl grasped at the cellist's shoulder as her name tore from the gasping mouth, body rolling in time with the tongue that still tasted her, drawing her orgasm out with agonizing precision, hips obeying the heady movement of the cellist's fingers.

Finally winding down, Octavia placed a small kiss over the spinner's sensitivity before sliding back up the jockey's body, sealing their experience with a heart-stopping kiss. Pulling away, Vinyl grinned, hands falling to the small of Octavia's back.

"Hey... let's do that again. In a... a minute."

Breathing heavy, Octavia laughed gently before placing a small kiss on the woman's jaw.

"Mm, yes, let's."

Chuckling, the women settled, the raven-haired player snuggling into the spinner's shoulder as she relaxed atop her newly acquired lover. Grinning happily, Octavia reached for the blanket, humming happily as Vinyl settled the covers across their tangled bodies. Thinking for a moment, Octavia traced a small pattern across the jockey's pale collarbone, a devilish smile crossing the pale lips.

"Vinyl?"

"Mm?"

"Why do you only have one nipple pierced?"

Chuckling wickedly, Vinyl pulled the woman up for a passionate kiss, tongue absently tracing the bottom lip before pulling away.

"The first one hurt like hell, so I decided to stop."

"I thought you were made of steel?"

"Pfft. Let me pierce you and you tell me how it feels."

Shaking her head, she squeezed the spinner's hip before settling down once more. A familiar bass beat filled the room, drawing two sets of eyes to the side table. With a smile, Octavia reached for it, just barely grasping it as she settled back against the jockey's comforting chest. Accepting the phone, Vinyl accepted the message and opened it, chuckling despite herself.

"It's Spit. She wants to know when we're gonna be ready for dinner."

Without leaving the warmth of the jockey again, Octavia snatched the phone and typed out a quick response before tossing the phone off the bed and onto the floor. Drawing a playful nip from the two-tone woman, Octavia giggled against her companion.

"What?"

"What'd you say?"

"It doesn't matter. We're not going anywhere."

Feigning a dramatic sigh, Vinyl wrapped her arms around the cellist and settled into the silk.

"I love you, Miss Priss."

Without fighting the smile, Octavia lifted upward to place a sweet kiss on the jockey's full lips.

"I love you, too, Pon 3. Now let's see how good you are at round two."

Smirking, Vinyl kicked off the blanket and gathered the cellist in her arms, torching her with a soulful kiss.

Spitfire suppressed a chuckle, hand absently reaching for her phone as it buzzed. Reading the text, the pilot laughed out loud and passed the phone to Symphony, the latter failing to hide the smile that threatened her control.

Consider this a 'Do Not Disturb' sign for the next 48 hours.

Slapping the phone on the table, Symphony shook her head before taking a sip of tea.

"Well it's about damn time."
~Fin

Author's Notes:

This almost didn't happen. I missed the season premiere of MLP because my girlfriend has school and I was banned. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the ride, and I hope to update with a sequel-esque thing soon. However, next Saturday is my lazy day because I'm working on Thanksgiving and Black Friday and my brain will be toast. But because I love these two, I will definitely be writing more for them in the very near future. Check back, you never know what you'll find! THANK YOU, EVERYONE. Please enjoy this finale as I drift happily away. Thanks to everyone for the kind words and support! Say good night to Watch and Learn. Bone, out.