I do not own American Horror Story: Apocalypse.

And I am LOVING so much of this season!

Here to Eternity

He wasn't going to lose her again.

He couldn't.

He wouldn't.

And in seeming to protect against ever doing it again, Tate almost never let go of her.

Whether it was a hand casually massaging her knee as they read books in the library.

Or a stroke of her hair as they rolled the ball to a delighted Beau.

A kiss on the temple as they gazed longingly out the window at the living humans living lives outside the house, Tate seemed completely and unequivocally addicted to physical contact with her.

The first time they played hide and seek with the smoldering twins, the house alive with ghostly girly giggles, Tate's newfound goodnatured balance . . .

". . . ten! Okay, come out, come out wherever you are . . ."

. . . seemed to tip after only few (she thought, time was so weird when you're dead) minutes of play.

"Boy, you guys sure are good at this game . . . uh, girls . . . hello . . . uh, Violet? V-V-Violet? Violet?"

She had paused, wondering if it was a trick-

"Violet?"

But then realizing he really was starting to freak out a little bit.

"Violet?"

And she had stepped out of the shadows in the upstairs parlor . . .

"Tate."

. . . witnessing the barely contained panic straining his face as his dark eyes searched for her.

"Hey."

Thin chest heaving with relief.

Dark eyes drinking her in.

Pretending his voice wasn't trembling with relief.

And she had gone to him.

Wrapping her arms around him comfortingly.

Feeling his wrap around her in response.

Cheek resting atop her head.

She could almost see his eyes closed, feel him breathing her in.

"You okay?"

His voice was little more than a breath.

"Yeah, sure, of course."

She drew back a little so she could look him in the eye.

"Tate."

Gentle but just slightly pushing.

He ducked his head self consciously, picking at invisible, incorporeal lint on her shoulder.

Then back up to her again.

"I just . . . you seemed . . . it felt like . . ."

"You were all alone again?"

He nodded at her mutely, face pulled thin by the revelation.

"I don't want to lose you again." He shook his head, keeping his gaze locked on her. "Not ever, Violet."

She smiled, stroking down the sides of his face lightly with her hands.

"You won't, Tate. I won't go away and I won't send you away again. Believe that. Trust me."

He nodded, dark eyes still depthless and worried.

"I love you, Tate."

"I love you too, Violet."

And then they went to find the twins again.

Together.

*screeches*

Tate and Violet are back together again!

*screeches*

Ahem.

I know a lot of fans didn't like the non-angsty ending these guys got and that's okay. But I'm a sucker for a happy ending so I'd love to have some fun with this for a while.

If you're interested.

Everybody appreciates feedback.

So let me know and leave a review if you like.