A/N: Greetings, just to let you guys know that this chapter is actually the beginning of the fic and will lead to what happens in the first chapter, I know, just a tad bit complicated but it'll all make sense in the end, only have a few chapters to do.

This was originally suppose to be a songfic compilation but due to copyright, etc and the threat of having my profile closed down, I've had to re-think the whole idea although the songs I've made a note of with either feature as a chapter title or have a reference within the fic, I might even get away quoting a line from the song.

Special thanks go out to Princess Sammi as ages ago we were ping-ponging ideas for this and she offered words of encouragement and tips of songfics, cheers dude.

Enjoy x

Drunken Words Are Sober Thoughts

Amelia and Davina had noticed the change to the normally energetic and enthusiastic physical education teacher had become unusually quiet and reverted into her shell, for security and comfort.

The two older witches were worried about their friend and colleague, it did not take the dynamic duo, playing detective to figure out what was troubling Imogen.

"It's definitely boy trouble." whispered Davina, slurping her tea, "It's the only plausible explanation."

Amelia agreed, nodding her head, "I have to agree with you, Davina and it appears to be ticking all the boxes."

"What a shame," sighed Davina, "She really did like that Serge fellow. We need to cheer her up!" she suggested, getting rather excited at the prospect of planning something colourful for her friend

Amelia nervous scratched the back of her neck, she knew that Davina had good intentions but the eccentric teacher would be miles of the mark with any of her ideas to help cheer up a modern, non-witch woman.

"What did you have in mind?" she loathed to ask

"I'm not sure about this..." her voice nervously trailed off

"Oh Nonsense!" announced Davina, blatantly ignoring her excuses and grabbed Imogen by the wrist, pulling her through the double doors.

Amelia, Davina and Imogen sat in a corner booth of the local pub and the first of many ice buckets sat on the table with two bottles of Pinot Grigio, wedged firmly in the ice. The conversation was strained at the beginning of the night as the older witches were obviously aware of how delicate their friend and colleague's frayed emotions but slowly the wine began to work its charm and soon Imogen felt herself grinning madly at the slightly confusing, intoxicating banter between Davina and the Landlord.

"What's Davina pleading on about?" asked Imogen and she sipped from her glass only to find it was already empty.

Amelia sniggered, "Ah! Davina received a lifetime ban from the karaoke," she paused and hiccuped

Imogen interrupted, "What?"

Amelia smiled and continued, "Davina got so excited about the damn contraption that she began to sing her rendition of a seemingly timeless Mongolia chant."

Imogen winced at the thought, "Then what happened?"

"Well, other than Davina receiving a lifetime ban, there were a lot of glassware that needed replacing along with a few ruptured ear drums."

Amelia and Imogen continued to watch in amusement as Davina attempted to sweet talk the landlord including using bribery which to her displeasure refused to change his mind. Amelia carefully refilled both their wine glasses and took a sip.

"Imogen, I hope that everything is alright?"

Her eyes fell on the table, "I'm fine." She murmured

"There's plenty of fish in the sea, you'll find prince charming...just give it time." Replied Amelia, putting her arm around Imogen's sagging shoulders to comfort her

There was a sudden dust of cold air that entered the pub before the door was secured and maintained the warmth of the pub. Constance graceful sat down in the booth beside her colleagues and neatly folded her cloak. Imogen swallowed and could feel her mood suddenly change upon the arrival of the strict teacher. Amelia offered her deputy a glass of wine to which she reluctantly accepted.

"I didn't think you were coming, Constance." Spoke Amelia, taking another sip of her wine

"There were some duties that required my attention but I am here now." She replied coolly before inspecting the glass and the contents before taking a tentative sip

Imogen rolled her eyes and gulped a generous amount of wine as if she had an unquenchable thirst, "So nice that you could eventually join us." Smiled Imogen, her comment thick with sarcasm that bypassed Amelia

Constance raised an eyebrow, unsure if Imogen was simply intoxicated or referring to something else either way, she clearly was not happy by her presences although there was no love loss between the two opposing woman, they continued to sit in an awkward silence.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the karaoke hours has started!" announced the red faced landlord, "Please remember that Davina Bat is severing a lifetime ban so do not give her that microphone."

Upon hearing her name, Davina stood on a chair and waved at the locals, grinning madly. Amelia sniggered and shook her head, gesturing for her colleague to return to the booth and enjoy the rest of the night.

Davina was in awe and hypnotized by the karaoke machine, she desperately wanted to upstage these amateurs but she would have to settle for basking in the whole atmosphere and their excitement as people took their turn to sing on the small stage. Amelia had been standing, waiting at the bar, buying the next round but got merrily sidetracked from her task and chatted to an old friend while left Imogen and Constance alone.

Constance remained in her rigid posture since arriving and cradled the small glass in her hand, she had already drank two glasses and intended to nurse the remains of the glass until it was time to leave, feeling slightly lightheaded by the effects of drinking and hardly eating anything to allow the food to absorb the alcohol.

Imogen's pace had completely stopped, she had originally wanted to drink enough that she would be like Constance in a way, unable to feel any emotions but her mind thought about the following morning and a hangover was not worth it.

In the background, an older woman took to the stage and started to sing. Imogen instantly recognised the song and took a sideways glance at Constance. This song was indeed one that perfectly described the ice hearted maiden. The song was Christina Perri – Jar of Hearts.

Imogen elbowed Constance, "This song reminds me of you."

"How so?" she replied

The woman that stood on the stage sang the song perfectly and Constance could not pretend not to hear the lyrics, those cutting words that somehow described her perfectly, she glanced at Imogen, her eyes silently pleading with her but she refused to chase her, to give in to what Imogen wanted.

Imogen continued to mouth along to the lyrics.

She was confused and did not know who she was anymore or what she wanted. Imogen barely recognised herself, staring intently at her reflection and pondering the mystery of who was the mysterious stranger standing before her. She had been a grounded, down to earth person and now everything was thrown into utter chaos.

She glanced back at Constance, who appeared to be calm and continued to supervise the events of the night, Imogen wondered how could someone be so cold and unfeeling? To make her believe in something, give her a sample before cruelly ripping it away from her. Imogen had been convinced that at some point previously she could have been the person that could have melted away that coldness and bring life back into her long, lost heart.

There was a part of her, a mere flicker that continued to clutch onto that fraying hope but the realisation of it was that she had been left completely and utterly devastated, she was heartbroken and no amount of pleas, begging and willingly opening her feelings and emotions would change anything. She had been rejected and was not ready to face the harsh reality as she knew that she could always dream.

Dream what could have been, the maybe's and what if's swan within her head depicting various scenarios but even she knew that she could not continue to live this way and decided that she would silently leave the pub.

"Where are you going?" called a stern voice

"Away," she paused, "far away from you."

Constance stopped, "Me?" she questioned

Constance raced after the intoxicated teacher, she reached out to offer something in the form of comfort, the gesture was purely innocent but Imogen slapped her hand away, seething temper raising and glared at her, "Don't touch me!"

Imogen had to make her understand so that Constance could not simply argue that this was due to hormones, stress or the alcohol that was currently coursing through her veins as was the adrenaline.

"Do not touch me, don't even talk to me. Hell, don't dare look at me!" she shouted, her voiced trembled under the burden of her overloaded emotions but she did not care, she wanted to show Constance what she had done.

Constance was genuinely startled and retracted her hand before regaining her normal composure

"No, in fact...yes, look at me." She snarled, "Look at what you've done."

Constance cleared her throat and attempted to speak, to be the voice of reason. Imogen pointed at her, she thrust her finger towards her chest, "No! It's my turn and dammit you will listen."

Her eyes were wide; Constance had never witnessed her colleague enraged before and remained silent.

"I left Serge because I couldn't to lie...couldn't pretend anymore. He was a good man, an innocent man caught up in all of this." She waved her hands wildly, "He deserves better...so much more than I was able to reciprocate." She paused and licked her dry lips and stared into the brown eyes that reflected back at her

"But now I see that I also deserve more."

"Are you implying that I don't have a heart?"

Imogen shook her head, "I never said that, I implied that your heart was made out of ice."

She gasped, visibly hurt, "That's not fair...you don't understand..."

Imogen was beyond frustrated, "Well, maybe if you let someone beyond that suit of armour you wear then we'd have evidence of your alleged heart."

Constance sighed, "I refuse to continue with this discussion, you're clearly not in any fit state of mind and will likely say something you will later regret."

"No, maybe you need this reality check, Constance...enough with your self-imposed celibacy."

Her eyes went wide, "What..." she stuttered, "How...how dare you...I followed you out here to ensure you would get hurt returning back to the school."

Imogen rolled her eyes, "Too late...I'm already hurt."

"You are pushing your luck, Imogen." Warned Constance

Imogen half laughed, "I left Serge because I could not continue the charade anymore, it was always pretend. I fell for you and you allowed it to happen."

"I most certainly did not."

"Well, I don't remember you refusing my advances and if memory serves correctly, it was you that chased me, initially." She paused, reasserting control of her outburst, "I just wished it had lasted longer than a few weeks."

"I don't know what to say..." Constance was perplexed by the situation unraveling and felt completely helpless

Imogen took a step towards the taller witch and pointed at her chest, the tears trickled down her face, "Do you know what this is?"

She intently shook her head

"This is heartbreak; this is what you've done to me." Replied Imogen