Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to Ryan Murphy, FX and their respective owners. I really have nothing to do with them… Just another AHS fan.
WARNING: Strong language? I tend to curse a lot.
A/N: I ship Tate/Violet. Yeah, I don't know what to write here, cause this is not a love story. Of course, the fanfic is based in that pairing. All I'm trying to do here is explain how they met and how they became friends. How their relationship grew… That's all.
I'm crazy, so it might contain lemons in further chapters, once again. I don't know. It depends on you actually. Why would I write something that no one reads..?
R&R. Suggestions are pretty much appreciated.
There was Tate feeling depressed and dealing with his bipolar disorder as usual. It was therapy one of the good things about being a nutcase, the chance to express himself and share his silly problems with someone.
The Murder House wasn't empty anymore, there was a new family staying there now; "The Harmons". Uhm... Harmons, Haaar-mon-ss; he repeated it inside his head several times before adjusting to its sound. It was so unique, the movement of his tongue pronouncing it felt so good.
Mr. Harmon was a psychiatrist, the perfect excuse to get closer to the family. To the youngest member of it, to be exact... He's a sick person who needs help struggling with this mental illness, sounds like a plan to me.
Tate Langdon was interested in Violet, of course; the only daughter the happy family had. Since the very first moment he saw her, he knew she was special. There was something about her; maybe she was just as trouble as he was, who knows...
It was after therapy when he saw her in the bathroom the other day; unlocked door and cutting herself. He felt an awkward empathy feeling for her, he used to do the same... That's when he knew it, he had to meet her.
Langdon might have scared her that day; he needed to fix that. 'Cause it wasn't on purpose, he was only trying to get to know her, start a conversation or something, not that he is a creepy stalker.
"Our time is up Tate." -Dr. Harmon said right after he looked at his watch, putting down on the table his little notebook filled with irrelevant notes.
The blondish patient just smiled, the corners of his mouth twitched nervously, he was insecure like that. Sighing, he stood up and said goodbye. "Till next Monday, I guess..." -Tate replied with a joking tone, a mixture between sarcasm and bitterness. Swinging on his feet as he spoke, a sort of happy vibe around him, he made his way to the exit.
He knew perfectly well the Murder House, no matter how many remodelations the house would get; it will always be the same. Right outside Dr. Harmon's office, was a sort of hall, it was more like a room leading to the kitchen and living room entrance and the stairs.
Langdon carried on with a slow pacing without the expectancy that something would happen. He was merely leaving his therapy session like any other Monday until he saw her; that was the moment his world froze. Even when he was dead, he could still get paralyzed with just the presence of someone worth it.
He bumped into Violet Harmon, who was walking down stairs. Her beautiful dark blond and longish hair falling over her shoulders; a blank expression on her face and her oh so classical black hat upon her head.
Tate's eyes met hers; he was more than delighted to see her again. Resting his hands behind his lower back and slightly swinging on his feet again he said: "Hello." Simple, short and fast, the word escaped his lips just like that. Subconsciously he smiled, showing his pearly white teeth. What an insecure boy he was…
