A/N: Hello, gentle readers. This is me popping my fanfiction cherry, so please be kind. This little plot bunny has been following me around since I saw the latest episode. God, I am so ready for all of the angsty Jimmy/Maggie goodness this season. I don't have a particular schedule for updating, but hopefully I'll have one soon. Chapter 2 is being written as we speak! Any and all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story, sadly for me...good for everyone else though, because I don't have a scary bone in my body, and the show's horror aspect would be pathetic if I wrote it.

Summary: Maggie's not a con-artist, she's a real future-seeing fortune-teller and Jimmy can't help feeling drawn to her. Too bad secrets have a nasty habit of ruining things for everyone. Rated M for future chapters (future as in the second chapter...hehe)

"That's right folks! For as long as I can remember, I've, erm, always been known as Lobster Boy!...known as Lobster Boy..." Jimmy physically shook off the nervousness and shame that his stage name brought on as he repeated his lines. This wasn't an appropriate time to linger on any of his harvested anger and feelings of injustice. No, this was a freakshow. He was a freak.

The sound of a drumroll brought Jimmy back to reality. He took a deep breath and started over.

"For as long as I can remember, I've always been know as Lobster Boy, son of Neptune, god of the sea! But my pinchers don't hold me back, watch me juggle!" Jimmy immediately launched into a quick, off kiltered juggling session. He was focused intently on not dropping them, until a smooth voice cut through his concentration.

"You still rehearse?"

Jimmy swiveled around, managing to catch two of the three juggling balls. He watched the other one drop behind him as Maggie laughed. He didn't bother picking it up, suddenly even more nervous at the prospect of talking to the pretty fortune teller again.

He felt the soft press of her lips on his cheek, hearing her quiet thanks through the light haze of happiness..

"Uh, yeah." he responded when he realized she was waiting for an answer, silently laughing at himself for giving such a dull answer. Figuring he should go on lest he look brain dead, he said, "Even after all this time, I still get nervous. We haven't had a full house since as long as I can remember."

"Well that's because of you," Maggie replied with a small smirk playing around her red lips, "you're a local hero."

No you're not. You're a local murderer,his mind whispered.

Ignoring the pang of guilt, Jimmy nodded absently. "Right now, I want to throw up," he joked.

Maggie's mouth curved into an even bigger lopsided smirk, before lowering gently into a soft smile that made Jimmy's heart pound.

God, she's a beauty.

"I could help take your mind off of it," she offered lightly, shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head to the side.

Jimmy shifted uncomfortably, determined to not let his face show his racing thoughts of certain activities that could be involved with her "taking his mind off of it."

Jesus, man, get a grip.

"Let me read your palm," she stated in a playful, sultry voice that made him swallow tightly, "I'll tell you your future."

She slowly ambled closer to him, her blonde ponytail swishing in tune with her skirt. The breeze blew traces of her perfume through the air. No one at the freakshow wore perfume besides Elsa, and the scent was always sharp and bitter. He'd always assumed that's normally what perfumed smelled like. But Maggie's was light and flowery and Jimmy had never seen a more feminine picture than the one this girl standing before him painted. She was unlike anything he'd ever known.

But again, he'd never let any of that show on his face. He was a performer, he was good at acting.

You're also a killer, good at hiding things and secrets.

Snapping out of it before his thoughts could torment him further, he managed a quick half shrug and a "No thanks."

Maggie stopped a few feet in front of him and examined him with her hand on her chin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she searched his face for something, dramatically pausing before she spoke.

"D'you wanna know what I think? You're scared of what I might say so you're chickening out," she cheekily stated and Jimmy laughed, partly in shock when he realized the gypsy was actually flirting with him.

"C'mon, give me your hand, stupid. You've got nothing to lose," she stepped even closer to him, removing virtually any personal space between them, and Jimmy was lost to the sensation of excitement and thrill that being so close to her brought.

He looked down at her small hands and sighed. He let the balls drop from his hands as he held them out shamefully for her perusal, suddenly feeling more exposed than he'd ever felt in his life. Because he knew he didn't need Maggie to look at his palms for his future. He could do that himself. Just one glance at his disfigured hands and he knew right away what the future held for him. His palm lines didn't map out any sunshine or rainbows for him, instead they led him right onto the stage of Elsa's freakshow. Where he belonged.

As if Maggie could sense the dark turn his thoughts took, she gently, but firmly, reached out for his hand, briefly glancing up at him and smiling lightly, as if to say, See? Nothing to be ashamed of. His heart almost broke through his chest, it was beating so loud.

She looked back down and focused intently on his hand, holding it lightly and studying the lines with a small frown on her face.

"There's a shadow here. Usually, shadows are a sign of secrecy, you know, keeping things in the dark so no one can find them. You have secrets, but they won't stay in the dark for long," her eyes grew glassy and unfocused, as if she were staring right through his hand, no, through his entire being. Jimmy swallowed nervously and grew more and more unnerved as she talked about secrets.

Oh god, she'll know. She's going to find out what kind of monster I really am.

"There are other secrets, ones that aren't yours, but you're connected to them. They'll make you angry...angry with your mother...and your..father?" Maggie furrowed her brow and her eyes fluttered, as if she were seeing something that confused her.

Jimmy snatched back his hand at the mention of a father. Maggie immediately snapped her head up, and she blinked, her distant eyes coming back to life in an instant.

"You're wrong, I don't have a father," Jimmy defensively growled out.

Maggie looked startled and a bit frightened at Jimmy's hostile mood change, and instantly tried to placate him while taking a step back.

"Futures are always unclear, and that part was a bit muddled anyway. I'm sure I just made a mistake, happens all the time," she rambled, forcing a light tone as she took another step back.

Realizing he sounded like an ass and just possibly lost the interest of the girl he wanted more than anything, he quickly tried to backtrack.

"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. It's just, I've never had any happy feelings towards fathers, especially since my own didn't even bother caring about me or my mother. It's just..a testy subject." He looked down, ashamed and defeated, waiting to hear the soft sound of her footfalls as she walked away from him. When he didn't hear anything, he slowly looked up.

Her forced smile had eased into a soft, understanding grin.

"I get it. As soon as I told my parents of my...supernatural abilities..they were understandably less than thrilled. And when I told them I'd rather embrace that side of me rather than hide it away, they kicked me out and practically disowned me. The most valuable thing I've learned of people is that they're usually as dependable and stable as futures are," she chuckled sadly, staring down at her hands.

Jimmy just stood there, captivated and completely mesmerized by the vurnerable girl in front of him. He'd lived his entire life with people who were just like him, freaks that were constantly misunderstood and mistreated, and yet he felt as if Maggie understood him more than anyone in that moment.

The silence stretched on, and Maggie finally glanced up, determined to break the tense moment.

"You know, I always wondered why you stick around here," she said, changing the subject.

Blinking away his infatuated thoughts, he furrowed his brow in confusion.

Seeing his confused look, she kept going, "I mean, you're a smart, good looking guy, you could start over anywhere you wanted, you could do anything."

The sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss her perfect red lips overtook Jimmy and he didn't even realize he was leaning towards her mouth until she was pulling away from him with wide eyes.

He felt as if someone had just woken him up from the sweetest dream by throwing a bucket of ice water on him.

Of course she doesn't want you, you idiot. You're a freak. You're a killer. You're nothing.

Wanting to erase the last few minutes, hell, the entire conversation, he tried to brush off her rejection.

"Anything except that, I guess" he joked half-heartedly, but the joke fell flat as she looked at him sadly. Fueled by the urge to be alone as quickly as possible, he hastily and jerkily picked up the fallen juggling balls.

As he searched for the third missing ball, Maggie tried reasoning with him.

"Your future is bright, Jimmy...I'm just not in it." She said the last part quietly, almost to herself, but Jimmy had heard and he felt the pain and rejection wash over him anew.

Cursing the missing ball, he lost patience and stalked forward, passing Maggie while shaking his head in anger and disbelief.

"Save it for the paying customers. I was an idiot for thinking I ever had a chance with a girl like you."

He walked towards the bright main tent, chuckling without humor to himself. Oh yeah, she'd definitely took his mind off of things. He didn't feel nervous anymore.

He didn't feel anything.

A/N: So I hope that didn't suck for a first time. Was it good for you? ;) Kindly let me know in the review box! See ya soon!