Old Friends- Kyle Spencer Oneshot
a/n: this is kind of trash but i thought it was kinda cute.
warnings: adult language, mentions of death.
Y/N has been attending Robichaux's Academy for a while now, and after years of being here she’s seen a lot. Death, mysterious accidents, and lots and lots of stupid witches doing stupid stuff.
When Zoe and and Madison decided to come running to her, asking for help putting a boy back together, she was sure she was high.
“Okay what the fu- what did you guys do?” She asked frantically getting her stuff together.
Y/N was a pretty sophisticated person. She did her best to not get caught up in the drama, but she knew she had to help. They wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.
“There’s no time Y/N. Please just help. He doesn’t deserve what happened to him.” Zoe yelled.
Zoe didn’t exactly look guilty. Y/N felt that Zoe really wanted to help this man due to her own self preservation.
“Fine. Just get me coffee or something after we are done.” Y/N sighed, not really knowing what kind of mess she had gotten herself into.
Out of all places to preform a spell, the morgue is not ideal. First of all, it’s stinks. Death and bleach pretty much covers it.
She looked around at the discarded limbs and bodies, it was quite sad actually. They were real people, and whatever Madison did killed them all. Pretty painfully she could assume.
“Oh Christ almighty you guys,” She paused looking around the small room once more.
“Which one is it.” She rolled her eyes, taking out the supplies needed for the spell.
Madison pointed, and to be honest Y/N had already decided she was going to make the other girls do the dirty work. She might be okay with doing the spell, but she sure isn’t going to touch all over these five day old corpses.
“Get what you need and put him on the table.”
Y/N finally was ready. The other two witches had grown impatient, and they were ready to leave. At this point Madison had already mentioned ditching Y/N and just leaving to get lunch.
Y/N walked over to the body, already noticing a heap of blond hair.
“Oh my God-” Y/N gasped, placing her hand over her mouth.
She had no problem with death usually. To her it’s a part of life. This tough, shook her to her very core.
Kyle Spencer’s lifeless form stared up at her. Her best friend from back at home. She felt sick to her stomach all of a sudden.
“Oh just fix him already bitch. I have places to be.” Madison huffed, looking over her nails.
Y/N resisted the urge to kill her on the spot. That would certainly make waves back at the academy.
“I know him. Knew him. Whatever let’s just get this over with.” Y/N spoke sadly, before her eyes roamed over him once more.
After a long an exhausting process, she had done it. The spell was done, and all she had to do was wait for the boy to wake up. Unlike her fellow witches, Y/N was actually quite educated on the spell she had just done.
She knew quite well what was going to become of poor Kyle, and she hoped that she would be able to fix it. She didn’t want him to be cursed to a life like that.
Zoe and Y/N sat side by side. Madison had long since ditched the two of them.
“You can go. I’ll take care of him. I’m sorry, I mean it must suck to see someone you were close to like that.” She stuttered.
Zoe was always a bit intimidated by the other witches, except for Nan of course. Nan was such a sweet person, everyone loves her.
“I’m fine. I’m going to probably go. Good luck with him.” She smiled, standing up.
It had been about a week, and Y/N had done everything she could to learn how to fix Kyles mind.
She was sure by now that she could do it, but she was surprisingly nervous that she would mess him up even more.
Y/N was sitting on her bed when the door opened up harshly, startling her a bit.
Zoe pushed a very much so zombied Kyle into the room, and locked the door behind her.
He was being surprisingly calm toward Zoe, as long as she wasn’t touching him, he wouldn’t get all freaky and try to murder her.
“He just- Just killed his mom. Y/N please I cant do this anymore.”
She didn’t know very much about his mom, but she knew enough. She wasn’t a very good woman, and although Y/N hated to say this, his mom
It was now though, that she locked eyes with Kyle. She could’ve sworn she saw his body relax almost immediately.
“Y/N-” He muttered out before rushing to her feet.
He clung desperately to her jean clad legs, and Y/N dared her hand to move to the top of his head, gently massaging his scalp.
Then she saw the blood. He was covered nearly head to toe in his disgusting mother’s blood. This caused a bit of anger to well up inside her.
“First you kill him. Then you make me bring him back to life. Then you don’t even have the fucking decency to clean the blood off him. Get out please, I’ll take it from here.” Y/N stated sharply.
The mere sight of Zoey was beginning to annoy her deeply, and she knew that if the girl stayed much longer, it wouldn’t end well.
Zoe sighed and stepped slowly out of the room, leaving Y/N alone with Kyle.
He was still a mess. Latched on to her legs and whimpering, the man was completely broken.
Kyle must remember her from their childhood. They had quite a defining friendship, and she understood why he remembered her. She was glad that he could feel safe with someone.
He was probably scared to death. Well he’s already dead, but still.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said softly to the boy in front of her.
She carefully took his arm, and led him to the bathroom. The last thing she wanted was to scare him more than he already was.
She had been successful in cleaning him up, the blood was no longer under his nails and matted in his hair.
She gave him one of her bigger flannels, hoping that and the random pair of jeans she had found would fit him okay.
They are sat on the edge of her bed, internally she was trying to decide on whether or not she would try this spell or not.
She turned to look at him. His soft features resembled the look of a toddler at this point, he was staring into space, and he had been chewing on his fingernail intently.
She made up her mind, and she began to speak slowly.
“Kyle honey, i’m going to help you okay. Don’t be scared.” She said lowly, and he nodded a bit before looking at her.
Curiosity washed over his face as she pulled out the large book full of spells and other ailments.
“Let’s get started then.”
It wasn’t perfect, but she had helped. He still stumbled a bit over his words, and his feet but he was pretty much back to normal.
Y/N felt ashamed at how powerful she felt. She never knew that she could accomplish something so big.
She stuffed her feelings down, and did her best to explain everything to him. It was a lot to take in but he just nodded along.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you. I shouldn’t have let Zoe take you.” She said looking at the floor.
Kyle finally had a chance to look at her and really take in the sight. She had grown since last he’d seen her. Her hair was much fuller, and her eyes seemed to be a lot brighter. He had missed her. Every time something cool at school would happen, he desperately would want to tell her. She was gone though, and he had lost his best friend.
He had always loved her, and as the groggy memories came back, he new what he had to do.
He took a very slow and careful step towards the witch and placed his trembling hand on her cheek.
“It’s not your fault. You saved me Y/N.” At this point, he was sure her face was turning a dark shade of pink.
“Kyle I-” Y/N didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Kyle had placed his chapped lips on hers.
Everything she had wanted as a child was finally coming true. She had always loved him. Loved him more than best friends love each other.
They made each other’s lives complete. She was the only one that could rescue him from his mind in their teenage years. He was the one to comfort her when she was scared of the roaring thunder outside.
“I’ve missed you, Kyle. I’m sorry I had to go away.” The witch spoke, feeling tear pool in her eyes.
Her magic was starting to run kind of wild, and the candles in the room lit up, blazing fiercely and causing large shadows to appear on the bedroom walls.
He looked around in amazement, but turned his attention back to the woman when he heard a sniffle.
He wrapped his arms around her, and laid back so they could both look at the ceiling.
The two of them stayed like that, until the next morning. They were woken by a very confused Cordelia Goode.
