Author's Note: Hello everybody! This is my first story about The Addams Family, so do be kind lol. I feel like the characters should embody the ones from the films, but with some of the events in the musical tied in. Please read and review, I look forward to hearing from you all. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of The Addams Family. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter One: Graduation

Wednesday awoke to the dreaded sound of the alarm clock that rung out its terrible cries every morning no later than seven. She opened her eyes, sighed and sat up in her bed. She looked around her small dorm room she shared with her roommate and closest friend, Apollonia, who let out a miserable groan from the bunk beneath hers. "Come on, Wednesday. We don't even have classes, it's graduation! Can't you sleep in?" Wednesday rolled herself to the edge of the bed and carefully slid her body down until she felt the edge of Apollonia's bed, and jumped down. "Sorry, Pol. I've got so much to do before meeting with my family. Go back to bed though, I'll try and be quiet." She reassured as she sat in front of the vanity. Apollonia rolled her eyes, slapped the alarm clock (which growled at her in return) and buried her face back into her pillow.

Wednesday quietly searched the vanity drawers for her makeup, careful to not wake her friend. Once she found what she was looking for, she quickly applied a quick swipe of eyeliner on the top lids of her eyes then grabbed her mascara, which she accidentally stabbed herself in the eye with. She yelped and then quietly laughed. "I love that feeling!" She whispered to herself. When she was finished, she stood up and began parting her hair and forming braids on either side all while looking for something to wear. Given she had been wearing her hair this way as long as she could remember, it took no concentration and she had mastered braiding with her hands, and choosing her outfit with her feet.

After perusing her multitudes of black dresses, she settled on the knee length dress with the white collar, an old favourite. Once she was dressed she sat back down at the vanity and studied her looks for a moment. Her eyes quickly glanced at the photo sticking from her mirror. It was of herself and Pugsley from the horrible summer spent at Camp Chippewa, though the photo portrayed the only precious memory of that summer: when she burned it down. She smiled dryly at the expression on their faces as they wore their ridiculous costumes. Wednesday looked back up in the mirror and realized she looked exactly the same. She was a mix in her genetic makeup. She had her father's dark, Spanish eyes and his facial structure, while her complexion and expressions were purely her mother's. she glanced back at the braided hair in the photo, and then back at the present version of herself in the mirror, and released a sigh. She was nearly twenty-two, graduating college and wearing the same hairstyle as she did when she was twelve. She turned around and looked at Apollonia, who was still sleeping soundly until she suddenly sprung up from bed.

"Of course! I'll help you!" She cried to Wednesday as she sat on the vanity bench beside her. Wednesday raised an eyebrow and laughed. "I'm very thankful you're psychic, Pol. I don't have enough cyanide to muster the courage to ask you out loud." Apollonia shook her head and smiled. "Worry not, Weds. I've been hoping for this day since freshman year. Hand me my contacts would you?" Pol asked as she began brushing through her own silver hair. Wednesday handed her the contact case and watched as her friend put them in, concealing her naturally reddish pupils to a deep sapphire. "I wish you wouldn't, Pol. Your eyes are naturally menacing. I would kill for them. I'm serious." She told her as she grabbed the blood red lipstick in the makeup bag. Apollonia smirked. "If it was a blood red perhaps, though albinism has cursed me with a pus like red. So contacts it is." Wednesday looked at her friend, she truly was beautiful. "Well, I don't think you should mask your albinism. This is Salem, who cares? Minorities are majorities." Pol raised a brow at her. "I appreciate your concern Wednesday. You shouldn't have done those braids in your hair everyday for the last twenty years, but I didn't say anything, did I?" Wednesday and Apollonia stared at each other for a moment then burst out laughing. Apollonia put her hands on Wednesday's shoulders and gave her a menacing grin. "Let me get dressed, I know just what to do for you."

"Now open them!" Apollonia cried out, Wednesday did so with some hesitation, and her jaw dropped when she saw herself. Her hair that without braids would go down to the middle of her back, was now a few inches past her ears in a plain bob. "You think it's ghastly!" Apollonia said, Wednesday turned to her. "It is. I can't thank you enough!" Wednesday looked at the clock and panic took over her. "Damn. That's the time? I have to run, Pol. I have to talk with the White Witch." Wednesday grabbed her purse, waved to her friend and bolted out of the door.


Morticia sat on the bed of their hotel room, a look of both joy and misery painted on her face. She felt a shadow cast over her and looked up to see her husband, who was standing over her. He grinned at her as he sat down, kissing her neck. "Gomez" she moaned quietly, placing her hand in front of his lips. He kissed her hand and held it. "Can you believe it, Gomez? Our insufferable girl child, a woman now." Gomez smiled sheepishly. "Cara mia, I can hardly bare it. I remember the day she was born..." He began. "Oh yes, the blood." Morticia replied with a smile. "The morphine." He took her hand and began passionately kissing her arm. "Oh Tish, seeing you in all that pain, the nurses had to pull me off of you!" She raised her eyebrows flirtatiously as always. "And here we are, twenty two years later, a college graduate, and almost ready for homicide." Their eyes met, and Morticia could tell that Gomez was fighting back tears. Their bond was like no other. Wednesday is his eldest, his only girl, his "Paloma".

He got up and walked towards their luggage and grabbed a large box wrapped in black paper and ribbon. "I really hope she likes it, Tish. Took months to smuggle it here." She got up from the bed and walked towards him, looking at the box. "What is it, darling?" Gomez pulled a cigar from his breast pocket and smiled at his wife. "A surprise, Querida. I think you'll be quite pleased at well." Morticia crossed her arms. "As you wish, mon cher. Where is everybody else?" Gomez inhaled from his cigar. "Fester and the boys went to hot wire a car." he answered casually. Morticia clicked her tongue and moved her hands to her hips. "Well there just isn't enough time for that! We're already nearly an hour late for the welcome party at the university."


Wednesday stood in her graduation robes, scoping the room for her family, who in this particular predicament would have actually blended in with the rest of the crowd. The University of Salem prided itself on offering beneficial education for eccentric souls. Wednesday could see Lurch's head from far out in the crowd and smiled widely. It had been months since she had seen her family, and she was genuinely looking forward to it. She rushed hurriedly through the crowd and stopped as her father noticed her, his half lit eyes widening. The only other time she saw him bare that expression was when his beloved brother returned home at long last. "Paloma!" He cried out loudly and extended his arms, which without hesitation, she ran into. Gomez pulled her away and touched her hair. "Paloma, you got rid of the braids!" Wednesday blushed. "Oh well, I thought I needed to change a little." Morticia placed her hand under her daughter's chin. "It's darling, Wednesday. Tres chic" she pulled her daughters face in to kiss both cheeks. "It's terrible!" an all too familiar voice piped in. Wednesday turned around and faced her partner in crime and test dummy, Pugsley. Her eyes widened and she threw a punch right in his left eye. Pugsley fell to the floor, which caused Gomez and Fester to look at each other and roar in laughter. Wednesday reached out her hand and pulled her brother up. "It's great to see you, Pugs. How is probation?" Pugsley smiled. "Great, as usual. Glad you haven't lost your aggression, sister." Morticia delighted over seeing her children reunited, Wednesday realized one was missing. "Where is Pubert?" It seemed not a second passed before shouts of concern over missing goods started filling the grand room. Morticia and Gomez looked at each other and smiled. "Pick pocketing!" They cheered in unison.

Wednesday was giving her family the tour of the great hall when she ran into the headmistress, known more affectionately as White Witch. She was definitely old, probably by a century, but she was wise and gifted and was a true mentor to Wednesday. "The Addams family, I presume?" She asked as she walked down the great hall. Gomez took her hand with no hesitation and kissed it, which admittedly worried Wednesday initially, but was relieved to see she received it well. "Indeed, I am Gomez and this is Morticia. We're Wednesday's parents." Morticia took White Witch's hand into hers and shook it gently. She smiled at them all. "Such a pleasure to finally being making acquaintances with you all. Wednesday is by far one of the most impressive students to walk these old hanging grounds. She will go very far, you must be so proud." Morticia placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder and smiled with her eyes, her signature expression. "We are. Wednesday had offers to attend Harvard, but were very glad she chose to study for something practical that she can use everyday."

"Wednesday!" She turned to see Apollonia running towards her. "There you are! We need to get to the main stage, it starts in five minutes." Wednesday grabbed Apollonia's hand. "Of course, but first. This is my mother and father, Uncle Fester and brothers Pugsley and Pubert." Apollonia smiled at them all radiantly. "Pleasure is mine. Wednesday is a dear friend, I've enjoyed being her roommate." Morticia and Gomez held each other and beamed. "Well, aren't you beautiful? And what is your major dear?" Morticia asked, Pol was the only other woman she had ever seen who was paler than she was, and Morticia respected her for it. "Divination!" She answered curtly. Wednesday locked arms with Apollonia and bid her parents farewell, for now. They both ran down the main hall and took their assigned seats, as usual they were the last ones to do so. It was times like these where Wednesday was grateful her last name began with "A", she didn't have very long to wait before it was her turn.

"Making White Witch's list each semester, and having top rank in the honour role, it is a privilege to award this undergraduate degree in Murder History with a minor in Deadly Weapons to Wednesday Eudora Addams!" Wednesday walked across the stage and bowed to White Witch before having the sash of thrones placed around her, along with her diploma. She looked to the crowd and saw her family standing and cheering loudly. "Bravo Paloma!" Gomez shouted as tears rolled down his cheeks. Morticia looked proudly at her daughter. She thought for a moment back to the day she was born, and how from her first breath she longed for her to experience these moments. She too could now feel tears stinging her eyes.


"That's everything, Wednesday!" Uncle Fester called out with laboured breath as he carried a massive pile of boxes to the car, which Lurch was already struggling to fit anything else in. "Alright, thank you. I'm just going to say goodbye." Wednesday walked into the empty dorm room and found Apollonia sitting on the vanity bench. "This hurts, and not in a good way, Pol." Wednesday struggled to word. She would truly miss her. "No tears or bad feelings. We will see each other again soon. I can see it!" She hugged Wednesday and wished her well. With that, Wednesday made her way to the family vehicle.

"Were so glad to have you coming home, Wednesday." Gomez said from the front seat. Pugsley piped in as he lit a cigar. "Yeah, no matter how many countless victims we would bring home it still felt empty without you around." Wednesday turned her head sharply. "You mean to tell me that you killed somebody without me?" Pubert looked up from counting his pick pocketing treasures. "We were bored! So we used the chair!" Wednesday's jaw dropped. "My electric chair no less! I'm attaching you both to a car battery when we're home! I feel betrayed!" Wednesday crossed her arms. Morticia touched her arm gently. "Oh darling, it was just a random wanderer with Alzheimer's. It hardly counted. Just think of all the other random wanderers who pass by our house and what you can do to them." This relieved Wednesday slightly. Gomez turned around and smiled proudly. "The Addams, all together at long last."