Ch 1: The Boardroom

Author's Note: This is an AU where Fiona and the Axeman get to live happily ever after, they have two little girls and she remains the Supreme. Misty is also their daughter but was kidnapped at birth. Also, the girls, Penny and Georgia are characters from an rp I share with the-queen-of-candyland.

"I don't wanna go I'm not sleepy!" Six-year-old Penny cried.

She fought hard to keep her eyes open as she protested, carrying on about how wide-awake she was as she rubbed her eyes.

"No, no precious it's high-time for sleep." The Axeman, who now went by Joe, whispered as he laid his daughter in her bed.

"Yes it is it's very late." Fiona whispered.

Usually the girls would've been asleep hours ago, and she'd been trying to get them up to their attic bedroom, which had once been Spaulding's, for several hours.

"Story." Four-year-old Georgia cried as her mother tucked her in.

"Yeah, story, story!" Penny cheered, her excitement quickly halted by an abrupt yawn. Fiona and Joe exchanged amused smiles as they listened to the girl's complaints.

"Alright." The Axeman chuckled warmly. "My girls get just one story, okay?"

"Yay!" They cried.

Penny settled comfortably into her pillow, excited because she remembered it was her turn to choose a story, while Georgia crawled onto her mother's lap. Fiona kissed the top of the blonde's head. She was not as caring toward anyone in the world as she was to Georgia Goode.

"Tell my favorite Daddy!" Penny begged.

"Joe…" Fiona cautioned, running her fingers through Georgia's hair. The younger girl was afraid of her older sister's favorite story.

"Well it is her favorite babydoll…" Joe hesitated. He couldn't say no to Penny about anything. "And it is her turn."

"Yes Mommy, it's my turn!" Penny insisted almost angrily.

Although only six, Penny was a very forceful little girl, much like her mother when it got right down to it. And for that reason, she was the apple of the Axeman's eye.

"Mommy I don't wanna hear the faborite." Georgia sobbed, burying her face in her mother's shoulder. "Please it's scary."

"It is not baby!" Penny spat. "It's fun!"

"Now, stop it, stop it! Here Georgia honey, Mama'll be right with you the whole time. Joe, tell the light version."

"No! No Dad, Daddy I want the gory parts!"

"Joe…" Fiona cautioned as her youngest whimpered against her chest.

"Well babydoll if I remember correctly it was you who originally wanted the very gory parts." He reminded.

"Yeah, yeah, and…"

Penny had an insatiable appetite for all things gruesome. She was demanding, cunning and smart as a whip… quite like her mother and her father: it was easy to tell that she was the child of Fiona Goode, the Supreme, and the Axeman of New Orleans. The girl was somewhat attached to her parents but had little to no feelings for her three sisters: Cordelia, Misty and Georgia. Her callous nature toward her youngest sibling was a bit disturbing and even bothered her usually cold-hearted mother.

"Daddy please tell it!"

"Alright." He gave in. "Alright babydoll."

Georgia sighed, settling further into Fiona's lap and trying to allow her four-year-old mind to rest, reasoning that it wouldn't be that scary. She'd only heard it a thousand times or so, and her mom was right there, holding her. Georgia was the only person in the whole world who'd ever really been comforted by Fiona Goode and could see any redemptive qualities in her.

"If you're going to do it; the light version." Fiona insisted a second time.

"Alright." Joe cleared his throat. "So, your mother…"

Some time passed and Joe began to tell his daughter the story of the Axeman, the witch and the boardroom…if told right it would've had all the makings of magical wonder, capable of enticing most children and filling their heads with merriment….but it wasn't that kind of story. Instead it was more of a thriller: complete with vengeance, blood, gore and the kind of deeds that haunted even the darkest of human souls. Unlike most children, Penny was transfixed, her eyes filled with wonder as her father retold the tale with great specificity and her baby sister grew all the more terrified.

"We did it for a reason." Fiona reminded. In her mind, the boardroom was a good story, but not for the reasons her young daughter thought. It was worth remembering, because it was sexy and wonderful because it had been just. "We did it because they were out to kill our kind."

"That's right." The Axeman laughed. "We did it to keep little witches like you safe." Penny giggled as her father leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, quickly turning and doing the same with Georgia.

"We-we weren't safe?" Georgia gulped.

"You weren't born yet." Fiona giggled, hugging her youngest tightly.

"But- but if you hadn't done it." Penny began. "Then maybe we wouldn't have been born?!"

"Well actually!" Joe brightened. "That was the night you….we…." He stopped suddenly when Fiona shook her head no. Penny did not need to know that about herself.

"What Daddy?" Penny asked. The Axeman cleared his throat awkwardly.

That had been the night that Penny had been conceived. Unbeknownst to the precocious and somewhat evil child she'd been a result of that evening's celebration: a triumph and trophy of sorts in memorandum of her parent's brutal victories, and the answer to all their problems.

Fiona had gone to Joe that night, having told Marie Laveau that: "My man swung a mighty axe, I have to go reward him." None of them would've ever imagined that Fiona would get pregnant or that the unborn child would cure it's mother of her illness and settle all the unrest in the house about who was going to be the next supreme.

"Oh it's nothing baby." He laughed. "Daddy just misspoke."

"Alright that's it, bedtime for you too." Fiona laughed, tucking Georgia back in.

"But Mommy I'm too scared to sleep."

"No you're not. You're not." Fiona soothed.

"Why do you have to tell her that story?" Fiona asked, taking her earrings off as her husband followed her down the stairs. "Soon you'll be telling her about how you watched me grow up."

"Hey, now that's a story they'd like…" He teased.

"Joe! Poor Georgia will think some mean old ghost is watching her."

"One was watching you and you turned out okay." He reminded, closing their bedroom door behind him. She gave him a half smile, studying him flirtatiously out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes. I did…because you were watching me." She paused for a moment, uncomfortable about how open she'd been with him just then.

She may've settled down with this man and had his children, she was doing a better job at being a wife and mother this time around and was much more open with her feelings than she'd been before. But she was still in many other ways, the same Fiona Goode.

"Now, it's time for bed, you old ghost." She smiled, grabbing his shirt collar and beginning to lay down on the bed, taking him with her. "I believe you promised me a reward this time."

"No, the reward is all mine, babydoll." He almost growled as he began to kiss her.