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!?