Zoe woke with a start only to settle back into her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She breathed deep a few times before she gave into the temptation and looked at her phone. It was nearly three in the morning. The last bit of the witching hour. She wasn't stupid. She knew why she was having these dreams. Or at least she thought she did. Kyle hadn't been meant to live, let alone as long as he had. Still, it was time to move on. She knew this couldn't be healthy. On the other hand, she had to be having these dreams for a reason.

She rolled over onto her side, resolved to talk to Cordelia about it in the morning. The supreme would know what to do.

"Come in!" Cordelia called, not looking up from the mountain of paperwork she had buried herself in. True, she was glad the the school was doing as well as it was and that so many other young witches had found their way home, but she would be lying if she ever said that it wasn't work. Someone poked their head inside and Cordelia smiled when she saw who it was. "Hello Zoe. How're you doing? You know, since-"

"Since the love of my life kind of just fell apart?" Zoe answered a bit tartly as she shut the door behind her and slid into the seat across from Cordelia. "I'm just peachy." Cordelia looked a bit taken aback at Zoe's outburst and Zoe sighed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

Cordelia shook her head. "It's alright, Zoe. You've been through a lot, I know. What can I do for you?"

Zoe bit her bottom lip and had to dwell on her words for a moment before she began. "Well, ever since Kyle...ya know...fell apart...I've been having these dreams."

Cordelia dropped the pen she had been holding onto the desk and leaned forward, her attention arrested. "What do you mean?"

"Well…" She paused, trying to form the words in a way that would make her seem as sane as possible. "I've been seeing him in my dreams...only it's not him. And he's never been the same."

"If it's not Kyle then who is it?" Cordelia asked.

Zoe shrugged, "I don't know. One of them...his name is Kit. And another is Tate. And Jimmy. Also...shit, what was the other one? The one that looked like he was dressed up as some 1920's gangster...March. James March. I know it sounds crazy but…"

Cordelia held up a hand, silently telling Zoe to be quiet. "I know you've been through a lot Zoe...so I think it would be good for you to take some time away from the coven."

"What?" Zoe asked, her voice almost desperate. "You're sending me away?"

Cordelia shook her head, "Of course not, Zoe. You'll always have a place here. Of course, you'll be called if if you're needed back here on the council, but you're having dreams about Kyle, but...not Kyle. You know better than most that dreams and not to be taken lightly. Something is amiss. If you need help you know that Queenie and I are less than a phone call away, but I'm going to advise that you look into this."

Zoe nodded. It was what she wanted and Cordelia was giving it to her. Still, she was nervous and she didn't know why. "Thank you."

"Where do you think you'll be heading first?" Cordelia asked.

Zoe paused, as if she was thinking, despite the fact that she already knew where she was going. "California. That's where Tate and James March are. Two birds, one stone."

Hey guys, this is my first American Horror Story fanfic I've ever written. I'm a bit of a Parmiga fan, can you tell? Review please 3