Ok, so I loved the interaction between Chad and Violet so much that I thought it should happen again. As per usual I own nothing.
*****Set at Christmas 13 years after the season final*****
The house was about to be put up for sale again, not that anyone was shocked by that news. The most recent owners, a young lottery winner and his gold digging whores had left the house screaming after spending barely one week in Murder House. Jackson, the formerly resident newly rich bastard, had been obsessed with the dead. He attempted to conduct a séance in the house in hopes of contacting "hot dead chicks." What he got was Hayden.
Death and time had done nothing but enhance Hayden's more psychotic tendencies. She chose to appear during the séance to amuse herself, and if it hadn't been for Moira, the Harmons, and surprisingly Beau, the house would have gained three new permanent residents. Instead they only pissed themselves and ran. Now she was back to pouting in the basement, and everyone else was enjoying the temporary peace.
Violet fell onto one of the kitchen bar stools and leaned forward to lay her head on the counter. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. Finally. I thought those people would never leave.
"So, they finally left," said and arrogant voice to Violet's right.
She jumped slightly at the voice and turned to find Chad drinking a cup of coffee beside her. Ever since their encounter in the basement where he revealed Tate's most scandalous activities the two had developed a strange friendship. They didn't go out of their way to hang around each other, but neither minded the other's company. Sometimes they talked, and other times they would just sit together in silence, content with the knowledge that neither would attempt to force conversation. Violet enjoyed the dark haired man's biting sense of humor, and likewise, Chad appreciated Violet's unique outlook on life, or lack there of in their cases.
"Yeah. The bitch ran them off."
Chad scoffed, "Which one? We have such a wide variety of bitch to choose from in this house."
"True." Violet walked over and took a coke from the fridge before sitting back down beside Chad. "Hayden ran them off."
This seemed to surprise the older man. "She only ran them off? I thought surely that she would have killed them as much as she seems to enjoy that type of thing."
"Yeah, well, she would have, but several of us kept her occupied while they ran. One girl even pissed on the floor, so Moira isn't happy, but whatever."
"Hmm," he acknowledged. "So it's another Christmas in Murder House. The only question is; will this be the year that you finally cave." He glanced at the teenager out of the corner of his eye.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about honey. I know that it's killing you to avoid him."
Violet suddenly became very interested in the counter top. "You're fucking crazy. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bull shit sweetie. I know that you see him watching you."
"So what?" said Violet viciously. "What does it matter if he watches me? I can't forgive him for what he did! I won't!"
"I never said you should, but you must be curious." Chad turned his entire body to face Violet with a smirk on his face.
"Curious about what?" She leaned away slightly. Good things never followed that smirk.
"About why he did it of course. Why did he kill people? Why did he rape your mother? You can't honestly say you're not curious."
"I asked him before. He said he didn't know."
Chad laughed. "He was lying sweetie; a lot of he said was lies."
This statement seemed to depress Violet. "Yeah…I found that out the hard way."
For a moment Chad said nothing; he only stared at his companion. Finally he sighed and placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder shaking her gently. "I said that a lot of what he said was lies, not all of it. You were probably the only person in this house that he ever said an honest word too…well you and maybe your father. He seems to have a strange kind of….respect, I suppose, for him."
Violet jerked her head up to look into Chad's face. "How would you know that?"
"I've seen him hanging around with your dad on occasion." Chad watched Violet's expression carefully. "He doesn't say much, and your dad only seems to barely tolerate him, but they do hang out around the house together sometimes. He's surprisingly quick to answer your dad when he asks him a question or tells him to do something too."
Once again, Violet became interested in the counter top. "What does it matter, anyway? It doesn't change anything. Why do you even care? You won't even look at Patrick anymore, so why should I give Tate the time of day?"
The gay man shrugged. "I never said that it should, or would, change anything. I was only saying that you and your dad are probably the only two people alive or dead to have heard an honest word out of his mouth. And for the record, little Miss Know-It-All, you two are completely different from Pat and me."
"Really?" was the unbelieving reply, "How are the two of you any different from us?"
"Your man still loves you for one thing."
Violet sat in stunned silence. Chad very rarely mentioned Patrick's revelation from over a decade ago. He preferred to hide how those words had affected, still affected, him under layers of scathing sarcasm and dry wit.
"I never said that you should forgive him, because there are some things that can't, and shouldn't be, forgiven, but don't throw away the fact that you love still love each other despite what he's done."
Still unable to respond, Violet stared out the window.
"If you're going to stay mad at him forever then you might as well know all of the dirty details."
"You were the one that said he didn't change."
"Not exactly. I never said that he didn't change. Honestly, I wouldn't know if he did. Aside from the few times I spoke to the two of you about the babies, I avoided him at all cost. He was the one that killed me after all, and he was never the most pleasant individual to be around in this house. I only said what I did to see exactly how much you knew about your little psychopath lover, and I was a bit pissed off at anyone with an apparently happy love life if I remember correctly."
Violet stood to throw away her coke can. Instead of sitting back on the stool, Violet hoisted herself onto the counter across from Chad. She stared at him for a moment. "So you think I should start talking to him again?"
He shrugged. "Do what you want."
"I think you're more curious than I am about why he did everything," said Violet with a superior smirk.
"You're not curious at all?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.
"I never said I wasn't, but I think that you want to know more than I do."
"I can't say that I would mind knowing why I was killed with my own Halloween decorations."
"Then why don't you ask him?"
Chad scoffed and rolled his eyes, "If you honestly think that he would tell me anything then you're more naive than you should be at this point."
Realizing that he had a point, Violet smiled a little bit.
"And..." he continued, "it makes for fabulous gossip."
Violet laughed. "Seriously?"
"Think about it. He's probably one of the more interesting characters in this house if only because he doesn't tell hardly anyone anything that's true. He's a mystery. It's different and it's more interesting than most of the other shit that goes on here." He cut Violet a sly look out of his half lidded eyes, "It also makes him all the more attractive."
"Yeah, I guess so," she admitted with a blush. She hopped off the counter and walked towards the door. Before she walked into the next room she half turned and said, "I'll think about talking to him."
As she left Chad turned his attention back to his coffee cup and smirked as he took another drink.
Alright then. I haven't quite decided if I should continue this or not. For now it shall stand alone unless I get several requests to continue. And now I should really get working on my Glee fics...I've been avoiding them lately...BYE PEOPLES! Fluffy out!
