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Discovery
A/N: This is the second fic featuring Stefan and Zalman which I wrote at the prompt of Vivian, who was trying to get me to shut up for a little while.
Mem was not having the most interesting of mornings. It was gray outside again, despite the fact that it was mid-June, and her physics regents was coming up in a few days. That particular morning, she was preparing to take her art history final. Mem sipped her morning Jamba Juice with disinterest, thinking of the study sheet in her book bag, and shoved the thought quickly to the back of her mind, instead bringing up some more pressing issues.
Mem had to get to the chorus room before her art final to return her music, because she wouldn't have any other time to do so. Hopefully Stefan would be there, too, there was something Mem needed to ask him. She reached school, waving at a few other people who were frantically studying art. At the bottom of the grand stairs, Mem tossed her empty Jamba cup into a trashcan. Then she headed over to the chorus room and knocked on the door.
No answer.
Mem listened for a moment; she heard voices, but they were distinctly male. Cautiously, she tried the handle. The door was open. Mem edged quietly into the room.
"Ms. Shamazof?" she called timidly, shutting the door behind her. There was a small clatter off to her left. Mem turned slowly and saw the oddest, most unlikely thing she had ever thought she would see.
StefanÉand ZalmanÉpressed up against the pianoÉkissing.
Mem thought she would just die of shock. Her eyes went wide as saucers and her cheeks paled, then turned bright red. She felt her way around the doorframe and collapsed into the first chair in the corner. It was at that noise that Stefan and Zalman finally noticed there was someone else in the room.
"Mem!" Stefan exclaimed, fear tingeing his voice, "It'sÉnot what it looks likeÉ"
"Except," Zalman put in, "It kind of is." Mem, still wide-eyed with shock, finally worked up the nerve to speak.
"HowÉhow long has this been going on?" She asked. They thought for a moment.
"About a week," Zalman said quietly. Very slowly, Mem broke into a huge, ear-to-ear grin.
"I knew it!" She exclaimed, "I knew it, I was right! See? I am always, always right." She smiled happily at Stefan and Zalman's slightly disturbed faces.
"Mem," Stefan began cautiously, "You can't tell anyone about this. Not Ava, not Rosie, especially not FrancescaÉnot anyone."
"Not to worry," Mem replied. She stood up and put one arm around Stefan's shoulders and one arm around Zalman's. "This can be our secret." She winked at them and ran off to take her art final.
Fin.
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