Wednesday Addams getting soft for someone? // Wednesday x Female Y/n

Released

Morticia, and Wednesday, stood in Mayor
Walker's office, across from his desk was where Wednesday and Morticia sat.

"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice,
Mr. Mayor." Morticia thanked.

"Yes, well, veiled threats have that effect." He
replied sarcastically.

"Garrett Gates wasn't killed by a stab wound.
Wednesday said, as she approached the desk. She
laid the cloth with the finger on the desk, and
the Mayor recoiled. He put his finger over his mouth and took small glances at the finger every now and then.

"That blue sheen, is a telltale sign of nightshade
poisoning." Morticia told him.

"But you already knew that, didn't you. Because
back when you were sheriff, you were in charge
of the case and covered it up." Wednesday
accused.

Mayor Walker took a deep breath. "Ansel Gates
hated outcasts and Nevermore. He claimed the
land the school was built on was stolen from his
family over 200 years ago. Garrett went there
that night to spike the punch and kill all the
kids at that dance. Ansel confessed the whole
thing to me in a drunken stupor. It was his
idea.

"Why did you instruct Dr. Anwar to falsify the autopsy report?" She asked. "You knew the
truth. "

"Listen, my job was to keep the peace. Now, if
there had been a trial, Jericho's and
Nevermore's reputations would have been
trashed." Mayor Walker explained.

"I think the only reputation you were worried
about ruining was your own. I remember
Garrett bragging to me that his father had the
sheriff in his pocket. One year later, you get
elected mayor. Hmm. No doubt with the full
support of Ansel Gates." Morticia implied.

"I resent your implication." The Mayor
snapped.

"What I resent is that you could have prevented
Garrett's death if you had done your job when I
lodged my complaint about him stalking me.
But no. Men like you have no idea what it feels
like not to be believed." She hissed.

Mayor Walker grew silent, fidgeting in his seat,
and letting out a deep exhale. "What do you
want?"

Wednesday and Morticia glanced at each other,
before turning back to the mayor.

"All charges dropped." Morticia demanded.

"My father will be released immediately with a
full and unequivocal apology from the sheriff's
office." Wednesday added.

Mayor Walker didn't say anything for a
moment.

"Do we have a deal?" Wednesday asked firmly.

...

Wednesday stood outside of the town hall and
turned to her mother who was standing a few
feet away.

"You we're very impressive in there."
She complimented.

Morticia smiled. "When did your visions begin?" She asked.

"A few months ago. Before I left for Nevermore." She answered.

"I'm sorry you didn't feel you could tell me. I
know we've had our difficulties lately.
Navigating the treacherous shoals of our
mother-daughter relationship. But I'm always here for you Wednesday. Always." She promised.

"Sometimes when I touch someone or
something, I get these very violent glimpses of
the past or future. I don't know how to control
it." She confessed.

"Our psychic ability resides on the spectrum of
who we are. Given my disposition my visions
tend to be positive. That makes me a Dove."

"And for someone like me? Who sees the world
through a darker lens?" Wednesday asked.