I don't own AHS
but I stopped watching Hotel

A/N: I wanted to update before Christmas since I'll be upstate in North Cali with family. So many of you asked me to update so I finally did! Merry Christmas, guys! And Happy Holidays if you don't celebrate Christmas. Hope you guys have a wonderful holiday.

- AutumnSkyy

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CH 49- All That Is Love

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1942

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After the shatter of the crystal figure the house fell awfully silent. She stood in front of the shattered pieces as they lay before her black dress shoes, little hands before her trembling something fierce. She could hear her heart beat savagely against her chest and let out the breath she had been holding. Lana stepped back, careful not to step on the glass.

Panic began to fill her and she looked around her father's study. He wasn't home, in fact he had been gone because of the war but Mrs. Winters went around the house saying he'd be back any day now. He had sent that figurine from across seas and Lana knew she'd be in an awful lot of trouble if they knew she had broken it. However, she just wanted to see it.

Tears began to swarm her eyes and slowly she began to cry.

"Lana?" Another voice came into the room and Lana looked up to see her older sister enter the room and close the door behind her.

"Margo!" Lana cried and began to wail.

Margo hurried to her but stopped when she saw the shattered figurine, "Lana!" She gasped, "What did you do?"

"I—I just—I just wanted to—" Lana stammered unable to get a sentence out.

Margo hurried to the counter against the far end of the wall and pulled out dustpan and a little broom. She then hurried to clean the mess her sister had made. "Mother doesn't like you in here, you know that."

Lana hiccupped and tears streamed down her face, staining her rosy cheeks. "I'm sorry!"

"Daddy will be home soon and he's gonna be real mad at you."

Lana shook her head, her short hair flew back and forth and her ribbon became loose. "Margo, help!"

Margo cleaned the mess and threw it in the trash. She then took out the bag and wrapped it up, careful of the glass. "We're gonna hide this and no one will ever know, ok?"

Lana stopped her crying and sniffled. "You won't tell?"

Margo smiled at her little sister, "No, silly. I won't." She wiped Lana's tears and fixed the ribbon in her hair.

"Why?"

"Because I'm your big sister. I have to take care of you. Now stop crying, you look like a dummy."

Lana calmed her tears and gasped, "And mother?"

"Mother won't know. Now come on before she finds us." Margo took the bag and then Lana's hand and led her out of the study.

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Many things raced through Lana's mind when she saw her sister standing on her doorstep. At one point she even felt as if she was in some kind of dream. It was surreal. However, the look on Margo's face wasn't the most pleasing and it confused Lana to the point in where she questioned herself. Something was wrong.

"Lana," Margo said extremely ashamed of herself.

"Margo? What are you doing here?" Lana asked, still in shock.

Margo hesitated to answer and stepped aside, "I'm sorry."

Before Lana could respond, her mother stepped from behind Margo. Her eyes were red from crying and a tight smile fought to escape. "Hello, Lana."

Lana's heart dropped cold when she saw her mother's face. She swore she had never wanted to see that woman again in her life yet there she was, before her and with Margo. Lana's eyes quickly shot at her sister for an explanation.

"Please don't be mad." Margo spoke softly.

Lana was so enraged over her mother's absence that she couldn't even speak or even form words to begin with.

"Lana—" Mrs. Winters reached out to her but Lana backed away, grabbing the door with a hand to close it.

"What are you doing here? What is the meaning of this?" She looked from her mother back to Margo. "Why did you bring her here?"

"Lana, she wanted to see you." Margo tried to explain.

"You knew I never wanted to see this woman again."

"Lana, please listen to me." Mrs. Winters stood in front of Margo, "I begged her. I needed to see you. I needed to see him too."

Lana glared at this. "You won't come near my boy again."

"He's my grandson. Please."

"You lost that privilege." Lana said coldly.

Margo stood from behind her mother, "Lana, please let us in." She looked around the hall and lowered her voice, "This isn't the place to discuss this."

"No." Lana shook her head; "I'm not letting her inside my home. Margo how could you?" She looked at her sister with saddened eyes. Lana hadn't felt so betrayed in a long time.

Margo could see the heartbreak and disappointment in her younger sister's eyes but she believed it was the right thing to do. She couldn't go on knowing that her family was broken.

"Please let us in and I'll explain everything."

"No." Lana held firm.

"Don't be stubborn, Lana."

"I'm not letting her in. Margo, you know what she and Daddy did. How could you bring her here?"

"She wanted to see you. And Johnny too."

"My son doesn't need her."

"Don't be like this."

"Like this?" Lana raised her voice, "They put me through hell and I'm the one being like this?"

Margo tried to calm Lana down. "Just let us in. I don't want your neighbors to hear."

"Let them hear."

"Stubborn just like your father." Mrs. Winters said.

Lana was aghast. "Do not compare me to that man."

"Lana, if you say you aren't like Daddy then please let us come in."

Lana looked from her sister to her mother and thought about shutting the door in their faces like her parents had done to her all those years ago but his tiny little voice stopped her. All three women turned around to see the little toddler with the messy bed head standing a few yards behind Lana. He looked up at all the women with big confused eyes.

He muttered Lana's name, peeking his head slightly to get a good look at their visitors. When he saw Margo his eyes lit up but when he saw his grandmother, he became nervous and stayed where he was.

"Oh, my boy." Mrs. Winters gasped and stepped inside, pushing past Lana on her way to embrace Johnny.

Johnny froze when the woman picked him up and hugged him. He stayed rather stiff and confused not liking the situation he was in.

And before Mrs. Winters knew it, the little boy was ripped out of her arms. She looked up to meet her daughter's angry gaze. "Don't." She held Johnny in her arms protectively.

Johnny wrapped his arms around Lana's neck, rather confused a bit nervous of the tension in the room. Margo stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"He's grown so much." Mrs. Winters smiled and cried at the same time.

Johnny looked from the woman to his aunt and then to his mother. "Oh," He said in his little toddler voice, "S'sad."

"Please let me hold him." Mrs. Winters reached her arms up for Johnny again but Lana backed away.

"Leave. I won't tell you again."

"Lana, don't be cruel to her."

Lana couldn't believe it. Why was Margo suddenly on her side. "Why are you doing this? Why did you bring her here? Margo….why?"

"Lana, Daddy had a heart attack." Margo said.

When her words hit Lana's ears she felt the world spin around her at a million miles an hour. "W—what?" She stammered.

"He's fine." Margo continued, "But he almost didn't make it." She sniffled and stepped closer, "I brought Mother here because I want you to forgive and forget. Daddy almost died and if he had, Lana, you wouldn't have known."

"I wouldn't have cared." Lana spit back.

"Lana!" Margo snapped, "I know they hurt you. I know they put you through hell but you can't be so hateful. Please don't hold a grudge."

Lana turned from her sister and went to put Johnny in his playpen. She caressed his cheek to calm him and then turned to face the two women. "I could never forget what they did. They tore me from my son. Margo, you're going to be a mother soon and when you hold that baby, you won't even be able to imagine how terrible it is to have someone take him from you."

"I know." Margo placed her hand on her tiny, swollen belly. "But I want us to be a family again."

Lana shook her head, "I don't belong in that family anymore. Margo, you were all I had…"

"You still have me." Margo took her hand.

Lana shook her head, "I don't think so." She slipped her hand out of Margo's. "I think it be best if you left."

"Lana please don't shut me out."

Lana continued to back away. "I'm sorry but I can't do this. I can't forget and I as sure as hell can't forgive." She looked to her mother, "Please go."

Mrs. Winters looked to Margo.

"Don't be foolish." Margo told Lana.

"I know very well what I'm about."

"So what? You're just going to kick me out of your life too?" There was a sense of fear mixed in Margo's voice that was palpable in the air.

"I thought I could trust you." Tears streamed down Lana's eyes, "But I know I can't."

"If you do this. If you kick us out, you'll be all alone. I don't want that for you. I don't want you to be alone."

Lana pushed Margo away. "I have my son and that is more than enough for me."

"Please think about this." She begged her.

Lana shook her head, "There isn't anything to think about. Just…just go."

Margo held her sister's gaze and felt her heart being torn out of her chest. Mrs. Winters took Margo's hand and led her away, "Come on, darling, let's go."

"This isn't going to stay like this, Lana." Margo said as she let her mother lead her away, "I'm not going to give up on you."

Lana held her sister's broken gaze for a moment longer until she followed them out of the living room and closed the door shut behind them. She pressed her back against the door and tried to hold all her emotions in. When she couldn't, Lana slid down the door onto the floor and cried.

Johnny watched from behind his playpen and grew worried. He called out to Lana and then climbed out of his pen to join her. He burrowed his way through her arms and sat on her lap. "Was mayer, Mama?" he asked.

Lana sniffled and fought back the tears. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She couldn't believe all the cruel things she had said to her sister, to the person that had watched over her her entire life. But it had all happened so fast and the fear and anger were so strong that Lana couldn't hold back her words. And in that moment she felt a loss so strong that she couldn't help but to break down in front of her son. When Johnny saw his mother self-destruct, he became afraid and began to cry too.