A/N: Welcome to my "Raulson" fic of one-shots. By "Raulson" I simply mean Sarah's and Lily's AHS characters (obviously none of which I own, getting that out of the way right now). Story title is inspired by the song "Tiny Pieces" by Ghost Town. Chapter lengths will often vary from pretty short to possibly quite long (if too long they'll be separated into different parts). Look up here for any information you may need about the chapter. Chapter titles second as the prompt I used.

Pairing: Saileen (Sally McKenna/Aileen Wuornos)

Rating/Warnings: T for moderate language I guess and mention of drug use.


Heights

The space between the landing she stood on and the bar below her was about a fifty foot drop. It took her approximately seven and a half minutes to psyche herself up enough to approach the railing and look down.

Sally didn't like heights. Sally had been pushed out of a window and had fallen to her death. Upon seeing how high up she was, terror stronger than any drug she'd ever tried coursed through her system like an electric current through water. The very tips of her fingers lost feeling long before her grip clenched so hard around the railing that, were she alive, she probably could have cut off some sort of blood circulation. Her shoulders quaked and a weak tear slipped down her cheek, dripping off her chin onto the back of her hand.

Down in the bar, she was greeted with the sight of the person who made the fearful fifty foot drop worth it. She watched as Liz gave Aileen another beer, and could even hear the serial killer's dark chuckle from where she was. Her dead heart remembered to leap like a roller coaster while her stomach filled with a sensation that was probably butterflies - not only had it been so long since she last felt something like this, but it felt almost like a teenage crush, and she scowled at herself. The roller coaster and butterflies suddenly turned into a lurching vertigo as she recalled how high up she was and she stumbled backwards, falling onto her ass with a slight grunt of irritation and self-loathing. She remained where she was on the floor. If she had needed to breathe, it would be coming out in shuddering gasps right about now. She clenched her hands into fists. Her fingernails dug into her palms, but of course they didn't draw blood.

She got to her feet, tried to take half a step back to the railing, but her knee gave out and she fell back down. Self-consciously, she drew her leopard-print jacket tighter around herself. Another tear cascaded down her face.

She tried again, this time not bothering to get close to the railing, and turned in the direction of the hallway that would take her to the elevator so she could return to her room. There she could slip into a heroin-induced haze and just... forget a little. Her arms wrapped around herself and she kept her gaze on her feet. She took all of two steps this time before running into someone; mumbling an apology, she moved to step around them and continue on her way, but a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her by the upper arms - and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted to her feet.

"What the fuck are you doing, you fucking-" She cut herself off, noting the familiarity to those piercing blue eyes that snapped onto her own. A wordless cry leapt from her throat as Aileen shoved her backwards, still holding her in the air, and the curve of her lower back hit the railing. She was heaved so far back that the top half of her body suspended over the rail entirely - she could see the bar upside down, and a choked gasping sort of sound rumbled out of her mouth. She considered calling to Liz for help but whatever stubborn sense of pride she still had got in the way, along with the urge to keep anyone else from seeing her like this.

So fucking terrified.

"What are you doing, huh?" she heard Aileen growl, and she craned her head up to look into those blue eyes again. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you always come out and watch me from up here, before Devil's Night even starts," Aileen added in a more vicious snarl, her lips curling up into a bit of a sneer.

Sally swallowed, not sure if she wanted to close her eyes and cry, or attempt to pretend like she wasn't actually as scared as she felt. "So?" she snapped pitifully.

"So, why?"

"Let me the fuck go and maybe I'll tell you."

In response, Aileen situated her grip a bit differently, so Sally's weight took more of her body into the air. A guttural, keening sound escaped her and her hands scrambled desperately at what she could grab of Aileen, feeling like she was teetering too far off the edge and would fall any second. At the same time a part of her recognized how tightly Aileen was holding onto her and found comfort in that.

"Tell me right now," Aileen said lowly.

"Is it a crime to admire you from afar?" Sally snarled; tears were leaking out of her eyes and dripping into her crimped hair past her temples.

Aileen narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "What?" she huffed.

"Well what the fuck do you think I'm doing? Trying to get your murdering secrets out of you?" Sally purred sarcastically, though it didn't come out nearly as strong as she wanted it to.

For a second she was hanging in that empty space, looking at the fifty foot drop from upside down, and then Aileen was yanking her back to her feet safely on the right side. Her legs gave out again and she let out a thankful whimper, wiping the remnants of tears away with a shaky hand. She could feel her mascara blotting around her eyes. A mess.

To her surprise, Aileen didn't just walk away. She sat down next to her, back against the railing, arms resting on her knees. Her eyebrows were drawn together in a scowl and she glanced to Sally without turning her head.

"Cat got your tongue, Ms. Wuornos?" Sally mumbled, drawing her sleeve across her nose and sniffing loudly.

"Funny, seeing as how you got that stupid jacket on," Aileen growled.

"It isn't stupid!"

"Why do you wear it so much, anyway?"

"Fuck you, that's why."

Aileen moved very quickly, and in a blink the serial killer was straddling Sally, pressing her back against the bars separating her from that fifty foot drop so hard that the metal dug uncomfortably into her skin. She let out an unintentional little squeak partially due to the knowledge that little metal bars wouldn't necessarily protect her at all costs and tried not to grin with the excitement of such close contact. Aileen grabbed her by the face and roughly forced her to look directly into her eyes.

"What do you mean, you're admiring me?" Aileen practically whispered. Her grip turned gentle, almost like she was stroking Sally's cheek without actually moving a muscle.

Sally smirked, unable to help the instinct. "Maybe it means I like you," she purred.

"You're just messing with me."

"If I was messing with you, you'd know it. Now, were you actually going to be threatening, or did you move yourself into this position to do something more fun?" She poked her tongue out from between her teeth and waggled her eyebrows suggestively, earning a befuddled - and perhaps insulted - scowl in return.

Aileen glanced down, seeming to really realize the position she'd put herself in. The look in her eyes turned briefly to confusion, only to be quickly replaced by something Sally couldn't read. She opened her mouth to say something challenging, as was her nature, but never got the words out. Aileen's lips crashing against her own was surprising enough without her tongue jammed down her throat as well, blocking her speech so effectively she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Aileen drew away all too soon, a smirk on her lips as she licked them, and Sally felt almost as if she had just been claimed - which she was pretty okay with. There was a new kind of lurching sensation, not from the proximity of height, but from something reminiscent of her heart pounding in her chest. She leaned up in an attempt to place her lips back to that wonderfully toxic feeling the serial killer gave her, but Aileen stood.

Sally scrambled to her feet, mouth moving without sound, watching Aileen walk away. Dismay replaced her previous elation and she glowered down at her feet. Yet more tears gathered in her eyes; one was milliseconds away from falling.

"You coming or what?"

Her head snapped up. Aileen was waiting for her, one eyebrow lazily arched, her arms crossed over her chest. Sally nearly ran to her. Instead she forced a calmness into her legs and stalked across the balcony to Aileen's side, making sure her hips swayed just right. The serial killer slipped an arm around her waist. Sally instinctively rested her head on her shoulder.

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."


A/N: If you liked it, shoot me a review! It would be incredibly appreciated, seeing as how we fanfic writers use reviews to survive. Also please favorite and follow!

This isn't going to be a consistently updated story (I figure I have a bit of leeway since these are all going to be one-shots), so you've been warned lol.

Honestly, AHS is my favorite to write fanfiction for. I've been sitting on these one-shots for quite awhile and figured I should honestly just post it, because why the hell not. It should be fun to share.

Till next time!

xo QueenofEvilSmirks