Hey! Back with another update! Hope you all enjoyed your holiday season and may this new year be prosperous for us all (I wrote this A/N god knows when, sorry for being gone for so long!)! I kinda of sped up this story a little, it truly is hard to believe this is still the beginning of this story, and everything thus far has happened within the span of a week in the story's time! Barely a week in April 1959 (I need to rework out some dates, but the time frame has remained the same).
So hello all! That quoted message up there was actually wrote mid-January and it's a month later (a month later at that point in time, it's like, the end of 2018 now), but I did stick to my word in the parenthetical part of the message (which part lol). Writing this story is a blessing, but I do put so much work into it. I've been at it for years, it's practically my baby! Over the course of that month, in between working on college studies and actually doing things in real life, I spent some of my downtime redoing the dates & timeline for this story. I actually used multiple references in creating this timeline, pulling up a whole AHS universe in order to allow myself to create the timeline for this story's universe. I mentioned at the beginning of this story that I changed the ages of the characters and year number exclusively, but the action+events that have happened remain the same. I.E Kit Walker being admitted to Briarcliff in 1964 translates to Kit Walker being admitted to Briarcliff in 1953 in this story's universe (Treat the year 1953 as if it is 1964 in every aspect including true historical events, as goes for every other year prior to and after that). This goes for all events surrounding this universe. In this intro to the chapter I will be mentioning major changes to the original asylum universe, translated to fit this story. I worked extremely hard on making the years and dates for this story (and it is still ongoing but the one posted below is only relevant to the story now) correct and if you have any questions definitely feel free to ask! Also, I will be fixing any story mistakes in the previous chapters due to this timeline, because there are a few since I fixed all of these dates.
1917- Judy Martin is born
1919- Timothy Howard is born
1922- Lana Winters is born
1924- Kit Walker is born
1943- Judy is involved in a hit and run & joins the church and becomes Sister Jude (26 years old)
1951- Briarcliff is bought
1951-1953- Timothy Howard & Arthur Arden work under a mutual agreement
1953- Kit+Alma Walker experience their first encounter w/ aliens and she is abducted
1953- Kit Walker is admitted to Briarcliff for the Bloodyface murders
1953- Lana Winters is admitted to Briarcliff by Sister Jude
1953- Sister Mary Eunice is possessed
1953- Wendy Peyser is murdered by Bloodyface
1953- Lana Winters is kidnapped by Oliver Threadson/Bloodyface
1953- Kit Walker is taken into custody for the Bloodyface murders
1953- Shelly is experimented on by Arthur Arden and murdered by Timothy Howard
1953- Kit Walker escapes from jail/custody for trial of the Bloodyface murders, and is readmitted to Briarcliff
1953- Grace Bertrand is shot and killed by Frank McCaan
1953- Frank McCaan is murdered by Mary Eunice
1953- Grace Bertrand is returned by the aliens
1953- Lana Winters escapes Oliver Threadson and is readmitted back to Briarcliff
1954- Jude is admitted to Briarcliff
1954- Leigh Emerson nails Timothy Howard to church cross
1954- Mary Eunice violates Timothy Howard
1954- Timothy Howard confesses to Judy Martin of his rape
1954- Mary Eunice is killed by Timothy Howard, as a mercy killing. Arthur Arden cremates Mary Eunice and goes missing
1954- Kit Walker is released from Briarcliff with Grace Bertrand and finds Alma at their old house and they all live together
1954- Lana escapes Briarcliff through Judy Martin and Mother Claudia
1954- Timothy fakes Judy Martin's death and renames her Betty Drake
1954- Timothy Howard becomes Cardinal of New York
1954-1958 Lana begins to compose her book 'Maniac' and explore+expose the corruption at Briarcliff
1954- Arthur Arden is pinned for the Bloodyface murders
1957- The asylum is donated to the state
1957- Grace and Alma get pregnant and give birth to Julia (August) and Thomas (late September)
1957- Alma kills Grace and admitted to Briarcliff, and later dies of natural causes
1958- Kit takes Jude home
1958- Lana finally confronts Oliver Threadson for his crimes and the capture her in prior years, in this confrontation Oliver rapes Lana (again), and she murders him in self-defense
1958- Lana gets pregnant from the rape
1959- Johnny Winters is born (January)
1959- (Brings us to our current story) Timothy Howard attempts suicide because of the continuous scandals about Briarcliff being exposed (April); Lana Winters leaves Boston (April)
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Chapter 10: (Please Never) Change
Lana Winters sat on her old bed with her legs crossed, papers scattered around her, a cigarette in hand and phone in the crook of her neck.
"Milo, come on, just one more month. I just got my footing over here without the press chasing me down everyday to work. I just want one more month."
"Lana, I'm not holding on to this footage forever. We can't wait anymore."
"It's my expose, why can't I decide when it gets released to the public?" Lana was furious with her former film crew member. In prior years, before she finally went to oust Oliver Threadson, she made the decision to expose Briarcliff only to hold the footage archived in the last minute.
"Lana, you are hot right now. You have been for some time. Don't you think people will pay attention to something like this? Especially after everything that's happened. Aside from your own dealings with the Bloodyface fiasco. Cardinal Timothy Howard, the former owner of Briarcliff, made a pretty hasty decision to leave the church. If that doesn't raise some questions, then I don't know what else does? If you ask me, he probably left before anything else could be pinned to his name. Talk about corruption in the church." Lana sighed in defeat. Her former partner was right. 'Lana Winters and Bloodyface's son' was an extremely hot topic right now in the press, in the news, everywhere, and Boston was the boiling pot when it came to the subject. That being one of the very reasons Lana ran off the grid, aside protecting her son from the corruption he was thrust into since his birth, and from the painful history that was left behind there. Three weeks into her stay at her parents and she just began to start her healing and build her success quietly, but throwing her hidden expose out into the public as her name was hot in the press was an ingenious idea. She knew that the idea was brilliant, but now she had a son to think about.
"I have a son now. A son who's name is stuck in the public's mouth and he isn't even a year old yet. How can I allow all of this to just roll over his back under my watch?"
"I know, you know that the bad comes before the good. Lana, you'll be giving your son a better life after all of the truth and ugliness is exposed to the light and out of your way. You'll be gaining good finance. All of this will help you reach New York. Isn't that your end goal? I know you've been working on getting that book published last time we-"
"No." Lana cut him off. "I don't think I want to publish it anymore."
"Why not?! It's another truth about the torture you went through because of that psycho." Milo was highly confused on the other side of the telephone.
"Once again, I have a son, and he is part of the equation when it comes to that torture. I don't need him to be growing up with the notion that he is a burden to me, that something is wrong with himself. It's too harsh." Lana worked hard on the book she entitled "Maniac", and was ready and willing to publish after killing Oliver Threadson, but once she got the news she was pregnant, things changed. Parts of her book would need to change, things would need to be added. She had to think about the future for herself and her child. She didn't know whether or not she'd keep the baby at that time, but she knew she didn't want him growing up with the idea that because his father was a heinous man, he would be too, even if she wasn't the one to raise him. By publishing that book, it would've put that idea out there into the world.
"You're going to have to tell him the truth someday."
"I will. I just haven't decided if the book should be part of that truth, it's not written off completely yet."
"Alright, so have we reached a decision here? Are we putting the expose out or not?"
"I think you're right for once. We should release the expose." Lana smiled as she spoke those words. Her time was now, and she wasn't going to let her claim to fame pass her by.
...
A lonely blueberry muffin, with a single lit candle stuck in it sat on Kit Walker's dining table as he got up for work that morning. Kit felt Jude's arms wrap around his waist from behind, as she propped her chin on his shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Happy Birthday, Mistah Walkah."
"All of this far me?" Kit threw out a sarcastic remark.
"Oh shut up." Jude walked over to the dining table and lit the candle, bringing it back over to Kit. "Make a wish, not involving me." Jude smiled at the man in front of her, to which he replied with a laugh.
"Alright, alright." Kit closed his eyes and waited a few seconds before blowing the candle out. Jude promptly pulled the candle out of the breakfast treat and handed it to Kit.
"Now head off ta work, I know ya have a busy day." Kit took a bite of the muffin and began to walk out the door grabbing his keys.
"Yes Ms. Martin." Jude followed behind Kit as he headed out the door, and stopped.
"Have a good day at work." Kit leaned in for a kiss and Jude pulled back.
"What? No birthday kiss?" Kit smiled at Jude, to which she leaned in close to his lips.
"Not yet, latah." She whispered and pushed Kit back. "Now go to work. Happy birthday, you!" Jude smiled as Kit pulled out the driveway for work and headed back to bed for a few more minutes of sleep. He wasn't the only one who had a long day ahead of himself, Jude took it upon herself to make Kit a three course meal later that evening and give him a few gifts. She figured there was no harm in the gesture, considering this would probably be the one of the only birthdays she could spend intimately with Kit, and one of the last special times she'd be spending with him at all.
In the few short weeks that she and Timothy reunited, things seemed to be going well between them again. Their friendship was flourishing. It felt almost like their old beginning again. Phone calls back and fourth, and interspersed visits here and there. Jude didn't want to move things too quickly when it came to herself and Timothy. Their relationship couldn't afford that kind of treatment. She was still adjusting to him in her life again. As far as she was concerned, Timothy was still just a friend. She would fall in love with him the same way she did when she first met him, at first sight, but slowly.
...
"Honey, you sure you have everything you need?" George addressed his daughter as she wheeled her carry-on suitcase and a baby bag to the front of the door.
"Yep. I'm just packing the car so as soon as I come home from work I can pick John up and we can go." Lana smiled at her father nodding. "It's just for the weekend."
"If you say so. This friend must be really important to you if you're going to be driving all that way just for a birthday."
"He is. He's one of the very things that helped me survive everything I've been through. I'm going to thank him any way I can, even if it is just a visit."
"He's lucky to have a friend like you."
"No, I'm lucky to have a friend like him." With those final words, Lana stepped out for work.
...
"Well I thought you'd neva show up." Jude stood in the doorway of the front door with her hands on her hips.
"Sorry I'm a little late." Timothy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Jude pulled him inside of the house and shut the door behind him.
"It's alright, I just had to start without ya, that's all. Thank ya far volunteering ta help me in the first place."
"Well, you did invite me to the dinner, and you're taking on a lot, I don't mind helping at all. So, what would you like me to do first?"
"Yar not getting anywhere near this stove, so I'm giving ya all the mechanical work." A large bundle of garden vegetables was plopped down in front of Timothy, and a knife and cutting board were already set out on the counter. "Ya think you could handle chopping up some vegetables?"
"Of course."
"I'm on wrapping duty, I'll be right in the living room if ya need anything." Jude paused and grabbed Timothy's wrists. "Thank ya far doing this."
"Jude, you never have to thank me for doing something I want to do for you." Jude smiled and lightly squeezed Timothy's wrists, turned away and walked the short distance to the living room where Kit's two kids were playing and where the wrapping material sat and got to work. Timothy glanced over to the living room where Jude sat wrapping Kit's gifts with his children, and watched as she sat Julia in between her legs and guided her nearly two year old hands to paste tape where it needed to be pasted on the gift wrap. It was a simple sight he relished. He wished one day that this would be his life. Jude in their quaint home playing with their children, as he took his turn cooking for the family. It was the one thing on his mind as he continued to cut and chop and peel the produce in front of him.
Soon hours of cooking emitted savory smells of buttery bread and garlic coated pasta from the kitchen, and the cake was getting it's final details dotted on it.
"Done!" Jude put down the piping bag of icing, giving Timothy a double high-five and then embracing.
"I can't wait to eat dinner tonight." Timothy rubbed his hands together and smiled at Jude.
"Neither can I. Now you go home and get ready, Kit should be home soon and you'll be here just in time for dinner." The two walked toward the door and Timothy slipped his light coat on taking his car keys out his pocket. "Thank ya again, this would've been way harder if you weren't here ta help me."
"Give me a call anytime of day and I'm here for you. Whatever you need."
"I'll be sure ta. Put yar prettiest outfit on and head back over here, and that's when I'll know tonight will be perfect." Timothy laughed at Jude's remarks.
"Sure thing Jude. I'll see you soon." Jude watched as Timothy pulled off, and decided to sit on the swinging bench on the front porch. The children were down for their nap, so she decided to take in some fresh air. Jude couldn't help but think about earlier with Timothy. She thought about how that was the life she'd always dreamed of, one she dreamed of with Casey, one she dreamed of with Timothy, and one she happened to be living with Kit. Never would she have thought to be living this life with Kit Walker, but it was a reality she had come to love. And now Timothy, a man she deeply wanted to share a life with, came back into her life. It caused a fault line between reaching what she could have again, with what she already had. Deep down, she knew that Timothy was still the man she wanted to share that fantasy life with, which is why she clung so deeply to the life Kit gave back to her. Letting that go was something Jude dare not think about too long. Kit pulled into the driveway snapping Jude back to reality. She ran toward his pickup as he opened the driver's side of the door and kissed him with a feverish passion she never had before. Tears stained her face as she kissed him. She was thinking too long. The two stopped their kiss for a breath of air.
"Well that's one way ta welcome me home." Kit laughed as he pulled away from Jude's lips.
"I-I'm just so grateful that ya gave me my life back. Happy birthday, Kit." Jude dared not to say too much, she didn't want to ruin the mood of the evening. After those few words, Jude and Kit picked right up where they left off. The couple didn't notice a woman walking up the same driveway they were making out on.
"Kit?" The couple abruptly turned around to see Lana Winters standing mouth opened and her belongs dropped on the floor next to her.
"Lana?"
"Oh my God. You-you're alive?" Lana pointed at Jude in awe.
"Ms. Winters, I am, and ya never came back far me."
"Kit told me you were alive, I-I was just told otherwise. I don't know what to say. Kit, how-how did this happen?" Lana couldn't stop staring at Jude.
"Why don't ya get yar boy, and I'll carry these inside. C'mon Judy." The two made their way into the house as Lana walked toward her car as the engine still hummed. Never would she have guessed upon coming to Kit's home she would've seen what she saw. Not only was Jude alive, but her and Kit were kissing. It was an absolute shock to the reporter who thought that Jude was done for. Yes, Kit did tell her that she was alive, but she had already infiltrated Briarcliff once before, and once was enough. As far as Lana was concerned, it was the former nun's own fault she wound up where she did. Lana pulled the key out of her ignition and scooped her sleeping baby boy out of his car seat, making her way toward Kit's front door. Upon entering the house she saw Kit sitting on the couch and Jude missing.
"You can put him in the other room." Kit pointed toward the left hallway into Jude's room where Lana set her son down on the bed, and walked back into Kit's living room.
"I'm sorry I came unannounced, I thought I'd surprise you for your birthday. Happy birthday by the way." Lana laughed into her awkward apology and birthday wish. Kit laughed along with her.
"It's alright, thank ya."
"Where'd she run off to?" Lana asked with a certain harshness in her voice.
"Hey, stop." The two friends had plenty to tell each other and catch up on, especially after the run in the three had mere minutes ago. "I'm sorry I didn't tell ya anything. I just figured, you were leaving. Why bother? It was just one more thing dragging ya behind here, I'd rather see ya go on a clean slate. Ya didn't need to know about Jude I figured. Apparently, I figured wrong."
"Thank you for considering me, but I would've appreciated you telling me. I could've handled it. This is my past too. I deserve to know anything having to do with what happened when we were in that asylum, including those who were involved there. That meant Jude." Kit let out a sigh and looked to the floor.
"Lana, so much happened after we got out. So much happened after we met up at that coffee shop."
"You're telling me? After we met up, I go to confront that bastard after all this time, get pregnant and have his child-"
"Lana look at me." Kit grabbed his friend by the shoulders and looked her in her watery eyes. "That is your son. Don't allow him to take that away from you. Thank god you killed the son of a bitch before he could find that information out. He's not gonna hurt ya anymore." Lana allowed the tears that were pooling in her big brown eyes to fall down her made up cheeks. She quickly wiped them away.
"Hey. It's my birthday and I don't want ya ta cry. It's me and you. Alright. No one's gonna hurt ya anymore." Lana smiled and pointed behind him.
"Your girlfriend's watching?" Lana tried holding her laughter back but she couldn't and Kit couldn't fight her ridiculous comment and began to join in her laughter.
"Hey, listen here, there's more ta her than the eye meets."
"Oh really? I'd love to hear more."
"Ya can hear it from herself. Didn't wanna interrupt you two is all." Jude walked out from the bathroom's doorframe in her robe and a towel wrapped around her head. "I'm getting ready far yar birthday mistah, I suggest ya go take yar shower as well. We have invited company on the way." Jude took a subtle jab at Lana. Truth be told, Lana did feel a pang of guilt for leaving Jude behind, after all, without Jude, Lana didn't know if she'd be out of Briarcliff.
"Jude." Kit chastised Jude as he walked toward the hallway with the bathroom and his bedroom.
"Fine, I'll be the bigger person, as per usual." Walking toward her room, Jude flicked the light switch on in her room causing the once sleeping baby to jolt awake and send piercing cries throughout the room. "Oh! Who is this?" Jude lifted the upset baby into her arms. "I'm sorry sweetheart." She apologized as she bounced the baby up and down. "Shhh. Shh. It's alright, yar okay." Jude walked out into the living room still bouncing the baby. "I'm sorry Ms. Winters, I didn't know-"
"It's alright. You're very good with him." Jude handed Lana her baby boy.
"What's his name?"
"Johnny." Lana smiled down at her son as he began to calm down.
"That's his son?" Lana nodded at Jude. "How could something so precious come from that monster of a man?"
"I ask myself the same thing everyday." Jude studied Lana briefly.
"This must not be easy far ya."
"It's not, but I never back down from a challenge."
"This has ta be yar biggest challenge yet." Jude let out a small laugh.
"He's definitely worth it." Lana was beaming holding her son in her arms. She'd never felt so proud to be a mother before.
"Motherhood looks better on ya than I would've expected. Excuse me Lana." Jude disappeared into her room to get dressed, blow her hair out and apply some makeup. Lana was left out in the living room and decided to observe Kit's home. Her host and hostess, were off getting ready for the night, she figured they'd be a while. Framed pictures were everywhere in the Walker household. Pictures of Kit and his children, a few scattered pictures of his children singularly, Grace and himself, pictures of himself as a child and with his parents, pictures of Kit and Alma before everyone and everything. Lana ran her finger down one of the frames that held a photo of Kit and Alma. She saw how happy they looked before everything that happened to them. She wondered if Kit would ever be that happy again. Moving down the line she found that even a picture of Jude and Kit made it in the gallery she was studying, self taken it seemed, and left without a frame. The exposure made the both of them illuminate a bright white but Lana still saw the bout of laughter the two shared in the moment.
"He is happy." Lana whispered to herself smiling. In the midst of exploring Kit's home, Johnny began to cry again. "Oh, mommy's coming. You're probably hungry, aren't you." Lana pulled one of the baby bottles already full of milk out of her baby bag and ran it under hot water in the kitchen. Lifting her child into her arms and sitting on the couch, she positioned him to feed on the bottle. "There we go. Isn't that better? I'm hungry too." Lana looked toward the left upon hearing the room door open. Jude came out in a light blue dress that cinched at the waist and a white suit jacket over it, with her curly hair loose and a light red lip on, and kitten heels on her feet. Lana had never seen Jude like this before and swore she looked ten years younger, not just because of the way she dressed, even stepping out of the shower Lana noticed how different she looked. "You look lovely." Jude smiled at Lana.
"Thank you, Lana Banana. Would ya like anything ta drink? Dinner should be served soon, we're just waiting on the guest of honor and one more person." Jude spoke from the kitchen as she began to prep for dinner.
"Water would be fine, thank you." Jude set the glass down on the coffee table in front of Lana.
"Thank you. If you'll excuse me. I have two babies I need to wake up and feed dinner, myself."
"Do you mind if I put Johnny down in your room after his bottle? He's starting to doze off again."
"Of course not, go right ahead." Upon putting Johnny down in Jude's room, Jude re-entered the living room with two half-asleep toddlers in her arms placing them both on the living room couch.
"Dinner time you two." Both kids were moaning and groaning fighting off the slumber they just woke from. "Don't fall asleep again. It's yar daddy's birthday."
"Yes it is!" On cue it seemed, Kit made his way into the living room and the once half-asleep toddlers were running toward their father.
"Daddy!" Kit happily picked up and kissed both of his children.
"Happy birday daddy!" Julia managed to wish her dad a happy 'birday'.
"Thank ya sweetheart." Kit gave his daughter another kiss on the cheek. "Did you two say hi to aunty Lana? Say hi aunty." Lana stood up from her place on the couch and walked toward Kit and his kids.
"Hi you guys."
"Hi." Thomas perked up and gave Lana a warm welcome, followed by his sister. Lana laughed at Kit's quirky children.
"You need help with the table, Jude?" Kit asked her as he set his kids back on the living room couch.
"No, I set it up before ya came home. One step ahead of ya."
"I'm starvin', where is this guest of yars." A knock at the door commenced just as Kit had wished. "Happy birthday ta me!" Jude opened the door for her expected guest with a bright smile on her face.
"Timothy, come in."
"Timothy?" Lana whispered to herself, turning her head toward the front door and received her second big shock of that evening. "Oh my God. You're kidding me, right?"
"Ms. Winters, you know Timothy Howard." Jude held Timothy by the shoulders introducing him to Lana, so she thought.
"Yeah, we've met. Did you know that he's the one who told me you were dead?" Lana could hold her tongue about Jude and all that had happened, for Kit's birthday, but she definitely was not expecting Timothy Howard to be their guest. Timothy let out an awkward laugh and tried brushing off yet another uncomfortable situation that occured in Kit's home.
"Lana." Kit took Lana by the shoulders once again. "When he leaves I'll explain everything, ok. Do this for me, please, for my birthday." Lana gave Kit a stern look.
"Kit. I don't know if I can be civil with this man."
"Trust me, I know the feeling all too well. Just try, please." Lana nodded in defeat. "Thank you."
"Happy birthday Mr. Walker. I hope you enjoy cognac." Timothy handed Kit a bottle with a red bow on it.
"Any alcohol is good alcohol, am I right?"
"I couldn't agree more."
"Alright everyone, dinner is served." The four adults sat themselves around the square shaped dining table. Salad, a basket of bread and a large pot of creamy, garlic pasta with lobster was at the center of the table and silently passed around to each member of the table. The alcohol Timothy brought was silently poured as well, which both women refused and the four adults silently ate their food.
"Talk about an awkward dinner." Lana scoffed as she sipped her water.
"So, uh, how was the drive here, Lana?" Kit decided to spark up civil conversation.
"It was fine actually. Not too far from here."
"What town is it that yar parents live in?" Jude decided to ask a harmless question as well.
"Haverhill."
"Ah, never been." Jude gave a simple response.
"It's a pretty small town. It was great growing up, all things considered."
"Well I'm glad you made yar way back there, with yar parents." Kit smiled at Lana. He knew how hard it must've been for her to even attempt to contact her parents again, let alone move back in with them.
"The foundation is still a little shaky, but we're alright. The food is delicious, Jude." Lana tried shifting the subject matter away from herself. She deeply desired not to be the topic of the night
"Thank ya. I try my best."
"The cognac is good." Kit tried including Timothy in the conversation.
"I'm glad you like it. Cognac is one of my favorite types of alcohol, it goes down smoother than most."
"I don't drink much. Beer is my alcohol of choice if that counts." Kit laughed at his own remark. The adults sat for a few more minutes of silence and eating, Jude being the first to finish her food and went straight to feeding Kit's two kids, they weren't picky children and finished their own dinner fairly quickly.
"That was one helluva a birthday dinner Ms. Martin."
"Thank ya, Kit. Wait till desert, but first, gifts." Jude placed three different gifts on the dinner table taking his empty plate away, and Lana following suit and placing a wrapped gift box next to the other gifts on the table. "Well, what are ya waiting far? Open 'em up."
"I'll open yar gift first, Lana." The box Lana brought wasn't all that large, and was wrapped in a bright blue paper, with a card accompanying the gift that read, From, Johnny and your best friend, Lana. Tearing into the paper, and opening the top of the box, a shiny silver watch was revealed.
"Hope you like it."
"I love it, thank ya." Kit stood up and gave Lana a much needed hug, this being their first hug since she arrived.
"Next, from Julia and Thomas." Kit tore into the paper and immediately revealed a picture frame with his children's handprints with their names and dated. "This is sweet." Kit smiled up at Jude and mouthed a "thank you" at her. "Next, from the- loves of your life." Kit's voice trailed off as he read who the gift was from, confused and curious. He gently ripped the paper wrapped around the small box, and upon opening it, he saw it was another watch, but a pocket watch this time. Gold and engraved with the initials 'G & A'.
"Open it." Jude coaxed Kit to open the watch itself. On the left interior of the watch was a picture of Grace and Alma, Kit closed the watch clutching it in his palm and stood up abruptly, embracing Jude.
"Thank you." Tears were pooled in Kits eyes and Jude shook her head holding in her own.
"Look at what they gave ya. I had ta honor 'em. Their misfortune became a chance far me, and I don't think I could thank them enough far that."
"You don't have ta open that one now. Latah." Kit put the last gift accompanied with a thick letter on the cleared kitchen counter. "Cake time."
Well, well, well! I'm effin back (as I always do return). This was supposed to be an even longer chapter than it already is, but I really, really, really wanted to post something for you guys! So this will have a part 2 ending Kit's birthday, maybe it will take a whole chapter, maybe it won't. we'll see. I really hope you guys enjoyed this comeback and expect more of my AHS fics to be updated (Boston, Redemption for the Supreme, and this story) multiple times. Thank you for staying loyal and every single newcomer to this story! Feedback is sooooo appreciated and remember that us ff writers of the ahs-verse have done crossovers time and time again, and my ideas have came LOOONNNG before this new season (which I am stupidly excited for), gonna love seeing old characters again though and most of all the QUEEN Jessica back on her throne! Great to be back!