This is my first attempt at writing Sally McKenna and Moira O'Hara, not only as characters, but as a pair. I thought about Sally and Aileen but it didn't look like it would work out? Let me know what you think of this and if it's any good, I'll keep it going!

Clean AU

Moira O'Hara had been in the Murder House for too long. She had seen some families come and go. Others would come and stay forever. The house was crowded. It was suffocating. After the Harmons had died in the house, Moira had found it increasingly difficult to stay entertained. Her cryptic games about her true appearance had gone to waste. She hadn't really aged despite her claims about actually looking like an old woman. Ghosts didn't age, but Moira liked to play. Who did she have to play with now? No one.

The ghosts in the house were old news. She didn't find any of them particularly appealing. She did have her eye on Nora Montgomery, but ever since that medium, Billie Dean Howard, had finally gotten her show, she came past more often than ever. At first the medium had played it off as wanting to strengthen her powers, but the only spirit she ever seemed to talk with was Nora. Their relationship had started quickly, and Moira wasn't sure how, but it seemed strong no matter how many times she attempted to sabotage it.

...

When Halloween came, Moira had no one to visit. Her mother had been freed while she herself was still trapped on Earth. Moira may not have had anyone to visit, but one thing was for sure; she wasn't staying in that house.

She made her way to the cemetery. Moira had found her mother's grave last year using a crudely drawn map, which she also intended to use this year. It was usually a forty minute walk, but Moira decided she could take her time. She had all day, after all. When she had reached the freeway she knew she had made a wrong turn. She sighed to herself. Mother wouldn't mind if she missed one year. Besides, she would end up back at the house at the end of the day as usual. There was no risk in being dead.

Moira crossed the freeway, still walking. The muscles in her legs burned but it felt good. She walked and walked, wandering around Downtown Los Angeles. Moira saw so many buildings and so many new faces. It was refreshing to be this far from the house. She didn't care for the looks she got because of her outfit. She was dressed as a maid on Halloween. It wasn't exactly uncommon.

Moira eventually made her way to a small park. She sat and watched as the sun started to set and the streetlights flickered on. It was dark, but she didn't mind. It was almost ironic how she felt more alone in the house than she did at that moment. Moira soaked in the feeling. The difference between the park and the house was that in the house she was lonely. In the park she had wanted to be alone. It wasn't crowded or stifling. It was just...peaceful. Relaxing. The streetlights barely invaded the privacy the darkness gave her.

She enjoyed the moment a while longer. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was back at home. Moira would remember this Halloween. She had gone somewhere for herself. It wasn't to the cemetery, it wasn't to some college frat party. She had taken the day to give herself some much needed peace. Moira would need it if she wanted to cope for another year.

Moira felt her body tingle as her time grew near. The burning of the muscles in her legs faded. She would be gone soon. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh air before feeling herself be whisked away. She felt her feet on solid ground, but when she opened her eyes she wasn't home.

Moira looked at the high ceilings of the room she was in. Was she in some sort of hotel lobby? She turned and walked out the door. She may have hated the Murder House but at least it was familiar. She didn't even know where this place was. Moira stood just in front of the footpath. She saw a big sign on the side of the building. Hotel Cortex. She had walked past here earlier...but why was she trapped here and not at home? She calmed herself quickly, maintaining her composure. She always did. Moira turned back around and went into the hotel. Maybe her prayers had finally been answered. There was a lot more space in the hotel than there was at home. She could feel a darkness, though. It was both unsettling yet calming at the same time.

Moira approached the front desk. She was welcomed by an older lady. "Welcome to the Hotel Cortez. Would you like a room?" Iris asked. She paused, looking Moira up and down. She couldn't tell if it was a costume or a real maids outfit.

"I was looking for a job, actually." Moira hummed, her tone even and her voice as low as it always was.

"We don't actually have any ope-" Iris started before being interrupted by Moira.

"Look, lady. I'm gonna be stuck here for a while. Just give me a job and I'll work for my room." Moira said firmly, her eyes boring into Iris'. She knew how to get what she wanted.

Iris hated nothing more than rude customers. She plastered on a fake smile. "We already have a maid I don't thi-"

"I can help her. I've been cleaning for a long time. I know what I'm doing." Moira interrupted again.

Iris pursed her lips, staying silent for a while. She could tell by the determination in the girl's eyes that she wouldn't be letting up any time soon. "Fine. You'll work Monday to Friday and take half of Miss. Evers' floors. She takes the top half of the hotel and you take the bottom half. She can show you to the cleaning supplies." Iris said, turning and finding a key. "Here's the key to your room." she said, placing it on the counter. "Now if I could get your name..." Iris said, opening a small book and clicking her pen.

"Moira O'Hara."

"And your date of birth?"

Moira hesitated. "August the twentieth."

"And year?" Iris pressed. Of course the girl was a Leo.

"1985." Moira lied. She could pull off looking thirty-one.

Iris collected this along with a few more details before handing over the key. If the girl tried anything, Iris would handle her. Moira took the key in her hand, checking the number.

"My name is Iris. I'm the manager here. The lady who runs the bar is Liz. I'm sure you'll get to know everyone else by yourself." Iris said.

"Thank you." Moira forced herself to say. She didn't like Iris but she knew she would have to get used to her if she wanted to work there.

She rushed away to the lift, clicking her floor number and eventually entering her room. It wasn't half bad. She finally had her own space rather than being cooped up in the basement with all the other ghosts. She laid on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long year.

...

Sally had been watching from a distance. Once the red headed girl was gone, she approached Iris quickly. "Who was that?" Sally asked, looking at the elevator doors the girl had disappeared through.

"Moira. Rude girl. I gave her a job as a maid. She can help Hazel out."

Sally stared at Iris for a moment. "You just let her in. This place is gonna tear her apart." Sally said, her cheeks wet with tears.

"So be it. She was the one who was so eager to work here. I give her a week." Iris said, not seeming to care.

"You could have at least warned her." Sally said before heading for the stairs, making her way to the bar. Ever since she had gotten clean she had developed a newfound empathy for people. The problem was that this made her more emotional. Liz passed her a drink wordlessly, shooting her a quick wink before continuing to serve the live customers.

Sally drank her drink. The new girl was in for one hell of a shock, Sally thought to herself. She wondered how long it would take for her to break.

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Geez, well I hope I got the characters right considering I haven't exactly seen Murder House for three years... If you liked this fic please let me know and I'll continue it! Also I hope everyone appreciates the title ('Clean' because Moira is a maid and Sally is off her drugs. I thought it was fitting). Anyway, don't forget to review and follow for more updates!