This is a story...
...in which Tate never raped Vivien
...in which Vivien had never gotten pregnant by either Ben or Tate
... in which Violet had never died
... in which neither Ben nor Viven are aware of the supernatural presences in the house
...in which even a child created out of love has the potential to fulfill a terrible destiny.

Disclaimer: These characters and the rest of the AHS universe belong to the twisted minds of Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk.

Violet had never really paid attention in Biology class. She was smart enough to figure out exactly what she needed to mentally regurgitate in order to get an "A" on exams that she spent the entirety of the period doodling or daydreaming about getting out of the hellhole that was high school. However, she remembered enough to be absolutely, 100% confident that there was absolutely no way she was pregnant. Her reasoning behind this conclusion was twofold: one, that she had not been sexually active with anyone else apart from Tate, and two, that the creation of a baby required two living, breathing parents. Emphasis on living. And yet, every single one of the twelve pregnancy tests that she had taken in the last hour were positive. Every. Single. One.

The turning of the girls' bathroom door handle shook Violet out of her mind-boggling reverie and she quickly swept the tests off of the counter and into her backpack. When Leah and her posse strolled in, the only evidence of the ordeal the youngest Harmon had just been through was a faint tremble in her hands as she pretended to check her hair in the mirror. Leah paused as soon as she was right behind Violet, whispering so that only she could hear what was being said.

"Freak."

And with that, she flipped her hair and proceeded towards the handicapped stall with likely nothing on her mind other than her next coke fix.

Violet let the weight of that word press down upon her. Freak. Such an insult would not normally affect her, as Leah had no basis other than malice in her words, but the dozen white sticks lying on top of her history textbook now proved otherwise. Freak. She was a freak.

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As soon as she burst into the the house's front door, she headed straight upstairs in order to avoid her mom's scheduled barrage of questions about her day. She flopped onto her bed, wishing for nothing more than to fall asleep for the rest of eternity. She now knew better than to be surprised when Tate appeared on the bed next to her, enclosing her hand within his and nuzzling her neck.

"I missed you."

Violet turned her head and gave a weak smile as her light brown eyes met the blond's dark mahogany ones.

"I missed you, too."

She knew that her boyfriend could tell that something was up with her. Violet normally came home from school ranting and raving about the bullshit that she had to put up with at Westfield, with Tate needing to calm her down by sitting next to her and holding her hand before he could even get a word in. The lethargy she was demonstrating today was a far cry from her usual demeanor.

"Do you want to do something?" said Tate, tone even with a hint of caution in his words.

"Not right now. Just be here with me, ok?"

With a nod of his platinum curls, Tate wrapped his free hand around Violet's waist and pulled her close to him. The familiar smell of wool and cigarette smoke surrounded Violet as she snuggled into his sweater, the tides of sleep already washing over her before she closed her eyes.

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Violet awoke to the sound of her mother's voice cascading up the stairs.

"Violet! Time for dinner!"

The teen instinctively ignored Vivien and moved closer to Tate, only to find that he was no longer there. She bolted upwards, wincing at the brief flash of pain the sudden movement brought to her lower abdomen. Said prick of discomfort reminded her of the events of the day and her need to find out more about what was really going on with her.

Begrudgingly, Violet hauled herself out of bed and downstairs to the Harmon's overly-formal dining room. There, she found her mom and dad as far away from each other as humanly possible, ignoring each other and looking towards her expectantly. Violet sighed and sat in the middle of the table, as any other position would indicate favoritism towards one parent over the other.

"How was your day, honey?" chirped Vivien as she practically threw the mashed potato bowl across the table towards Ben. Her husband did the same with the Brussels sprouts, nearly taking down Violet's glass in the process.

"It would be a whole lot better if every meal you two spent together didn't turn into a food fight."

Vivien sighed and gingerly inched the roast chicken toward Violet, who was more than happy to serve as the go-between for her parents if it meant sparing her own meal in the process.

"Tate didn't show up for his appointment today."

Violet turned toward her father, trying to conceal her emotions at the mention of the person that she cared about most and he cared for least.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I know we could have used the money."

Ben's jaw tightened as he stared down his only child.

"You wouldn't happen to know why he didn't, right? Because I told you to stay away from him."

Violet didn't answer, heart racing to a crescendo.

"Right?" the doctor pressed on.

She continued to stare at her feet, cheeks reddening.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Dad."

Dr. Harmon slammed his fist against the table, the impact of which sending his food flying across the table.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

Rather than crying like any other normal person being faced with such unadulterated anger, Violet let out a short laugh.

"If you're trying to protect me, it's a little late for that."

The words flew out of her mouth before she could help herself. Ben's face froze. Vivien, watching this scene play out with absolute shock, turned to face her daughter.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Violet gulped, and prepared herself to say the words that would make her a target in the eyes of every baby-crazed ghost in the house, the words that would forever change her relationship with the ghostly boy whose trembling fingers she could feel on her shoulders, the words that would change absolutely everything in her life.

"I'm pregnant."

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