I don't own AHS or "Sliver". They belong to FX/Ryan Murphy, and Geffen, respectively. Also, in this story, Addie never got hit by that car. She's alive and well, helping her mother care for Michael.

Violet and Tate stood beside the kitchen table in Constance's house. Violet was leaned up against the kitchen counter, rocking Frances in her little baby seat. Tate looked at them both and smiled. Constance shook her head disapprovingly.

"That's my grandchild?" said Constance as she lit a cigarette. Tate nodded. "Great. Now I have to put up with another little terror…" the middle-aged woman sighed in exasperation and took a puff of her Newport menthol.

"Constance, could you not smoke in front of Frances? Please?" Violet asked her mother-in-law.

"She's awesome. Frances is…amazing." Tate said, grin still glued on his face.

"What? I've been smoking since before any of you were born. Look, Tate turned out fine." Constance replied to Violet's question. Addie Langdon looked at her mother and shook her head. "Plus, you two smoke."

"Yes, but not in front of the-"

"Mom, can I hold the baby?" Addie asked. She was trying her best to avoid conflict in her family. She stood up from the kitchen chair and went over to the counter.

"It's your brother's baby. Ask him." Constance sighed. Addie grinned and gently lifted Frances out of her baby seat. She held her niece and giggled.

"She's so pretty, Violet!" Addie exclaimed. "She looks just like you and Tate!" Addie held Frances tighter. Frances began to squirm. Tate reached up to touch Addie's shoulder, as if to say easy now. Addie noticed this and loosened her grip. She then saw the healed cut on the baby's cheek. "Oh! What happened here, baby…?"

Tate's eyes widened and he gulped nervously. 'Oh no, oh no….'

"Ummm…it was an accident. I…I kind of…oh god…" Tate stammered, trying to find the right words. He bit his lip. Violet put her hand on Tate's. Tate looked at her. Constance looked startled.

"There was a nail loose in the crib. Tate was the one putting it together, and a nail had gotten loose. Everything's fine." Violet said. Tate sighed in relief.

But you know that's not true, Vi.

Addie sat Frances in her father's arms. Tate cuddled the baby close to him.

"You know I'm trying to be a good father, Constance. No need to look so startled…" Tate shot his mother a glare. "You know I'd never hurt Frances…"

Constance stubbed out her cigarette.

"You said you wouldn't do a lot of things, Tate."

Tate growled. Violet and Addie looked at each other in uncertainty.

Seven-year-old Michael Langdon sat at the bottom of the stairs, listening closely to the conversations of his family in the kitchen. He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He stood in the threshold and looked upon the scene. It reeked with scent of pseudo-calmness. Michael may have been young, but he could sense the instability.

"Hi." he said in a soft voice. He looked at each one, awaiting a reply.

"Oh, hi Michael!" Violet said. "Come over here. Wanna see your new cousin?" Tate glared at his wife. Michael nodded, looking to Constance for approval.

"Go on, play with the little brat." Constance had lit another cigarette and was puffing away on it. Michael smiled and reached into his pocket. Something was in there….

"Thank you, Mama!" Michael squealed with glee as Violet set Frances' seat on the floor. 'Hi baby, hi baby…" Tate looked at the boy, a murderous glint in his eye.

"He's cute, Tate." Violet said. Tate twisted his fingers into a few locks of Violet's hair and pulled. "Oww.."

"We'll talk about this later, Vi." He growled. Violet shuddered as he released her hair. "That kid is nothing bu-"

Tate was unable to finish his sentence because Addie had shrieked in terror.

Michael had dropped a black widow spider onto Frances. The spider was now crawling around on her dress and arms. Violet gasped and pulled Frances from her seat, the spider fell off the child, and onto the ground. Frances began to cry.

"It's alright, honey…" Violet swayed slowly with the baby in her arms. "Mommy's here…shh…"

Michael picked up the black widow off the floor and giggled. Addie's eyes were still wide with shock. Constance remained unmoved. Michael looked at Tate and grinned.

Tate grabbed hold of Michael and pulled him into the living room. Teeth barred, he grabbed Michael's shoulders and shook hard.

"You have no right-" he growled. "You have no right to touch my child!" Michael laughed at him. "I don't ever want to see you touch my child again! Don't you even come near her!" he roared. Michael stuck his tongue out at Tate, as if to mock him. Without thinking, Tate pulled his hand back and struck the boy hard across the face. Michael shrieked as Tate smacked him again.

"You little bastard! I should kill you…" Tate's rage suddenly turned to a psychotic glee." Yeah….I'm gonna kill you. You touch Frances again, you hurt me, or my wife…I'm going to kill you. Do you understand me, you little bitch?" Tate loosened his grip on Michael, and the boy fell on his knees. He began to cry.

Suddenly, Constance scooped up Michael in her arms. "How dare you! You ungrateful monster! Don't ever touch my boy again!" she screeched.

"M-mama…" Michael let out a pitiful whimpering sound. Tate made a grab for the boy, but Violet pulled him back before he could get to him. She'd watched the whole thing. Constance, still fuming, beckoned her daughter into the living room.

"Adelaide, take Michael up to the bathroom and clean him up." the older woman ordered. Addie took the boy, but didn't move. "Are you deaf? I said-"

"Mom, Tate had good reason…." Addie cast her brother an understanding look. Tate inhaled and held his breath. Both Violet and he didn't dare to move.

"You do as I say, Adelaide! And you-" Constance turned her stony gaze on her son. "Get out."

Violet took a step towards her.

"Constance, please…."

"I said get out!" Constance bellowed. "Get out of my house! Don't any of you dare set foot in here again!"

Violet grabbed her daughter and pulled Tate out the front door. Tate kept his eyes fixated on Michael's grin. I'll destroy you one day….

Violet slammed the side door shut and set Frances down on the floor. She's totally forgotten the baby seat back at Constance's. Tate was down on his knees, his body quivering a tad. Violet knelt down beside him.

"Tate?" she whispered. Tate didn't look at her, but a grin had overtook his face. "Tate, what's…?"

He finally looked at her, but grabbed Frances. "What happened?"

Tate stroked Frances' cheek. He started to whisper something, his voice was raspy. "Mom and Dad went to a show, dropped me off with Grandpa Joe…" He began to sway around and Frances giggled. "Kicked and screamed, said 'please! Don't go….!" Tate began to spin around, rocking Frances and singing louder. "Grandma take me home, Grandma take me home, Grandma take me home, I wanna be alone!"

"Stop it, Tate!" Violet grabbed his shirt, but Tate pulled away. "You're gonna hurt her!" Tate's grin became one of macabre glee as his "dancing" got faster and more erratic. Frances shrieked and giggled with glee. He swung himself around and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Grandma take me home, I WANNA BE AAAALOOOONEEEE!" He toppled to the floor, exhausted. Frances lay on his chest, still giggling. Violet immediately pulled their baby off him and set her on the carpet beside her.

"Tate, what the fuck has gotten into you?" She asked as she helped Tate up on his feet. "You're acting…God, what's wrong with you?"

"Vi….I'd die again before I let someone hurt my baby, our baby. You saw what he did…" Tate's words came out in gasps. "I'll kill him if he touches her again."

"Tate, he's a kid…" Violet reminded him.

"I'll kill him. And I'll kill that bitch if she ever hurts Frances!" Tate hissed. Tears were welling up in his eyes. Violet looked him in the eye.

"Tate. Michael is your child-"

Without warning, Tate lifted his hand up and smacked Violet hard across the face. She fell on the floor. "That's not true, Violet! It's not!" Violet put her hand up to her face and stroked her burning cheek. Tate blinked and dropped to his knees. "He's not real, Vi…Frances is real. She's our baby. A bit of me, and a bit of you…" he buried his face in Violet's shoulder and began to sob.

"You saw what he did, Vi…"

"I did." Violet patted his head, trying to soothe him.

"I never had a mother…" Tate whispered.

"I know, I know." Violet said as she kissed the top of his head.

"My baby, our baby…" He stole a look at Frances, she was dozing on the carpet. He smiled through his tears. "I'm so sorry, Violet." He put his face up to Violet's and kissed her, stroking the cheek he had hit.

"Don't be sorry, Tate. We're gonna fix this. We're gonna be good parents…" Violet kissed him back and wrapped her arms around her.

A/N: So, chapter two has come to an end. I realize I've kinda messed up by making Addie alive again, eh? Comments will be appreciated. Flames will be appreciated and deleted. Third chapter will come, I promise.