I don't own AHS.

A/N: but yes, I did stop watching Hotel. Not like on purpose. I kind of just lost interest and forgot to tune in on Wednesdays lol and Idk this season wasn't as great. I actually kept up with Freakshow but Hotel is just all over the place. I mean, it started out really good. Anyway, glad you all liked the previous chapter and I hope everyone had a good holiday!

Also…

FIFTY CHAPTERS OF DEAR JOHNNY

Holy crap! Fifty chapters.
And to think this was only going to be like a 10 chapter fic. Insane.
Here's to fifty more (lol kidding…maybe).

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CH 50- Is Everlasting

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Lana lead Johnny by the hand through the threshold of the empty suburban house just a few miles out of the city. She stopped in the middle of the living room and glanced around. The realtor stepped forward and began to brag on and on about all the pros of the house.

"It was built in 1952." The realtor said, "Three rooms and two bathrooms. The kitchen is awfully spacious."

Lana let go of Johnny's hand and let him hurry to the glass door that lead out to the backyard. He pointed his finger against the glass, "'Ook it!

"He seems to like it." The realtor smiled brightly.

Lana smiled back, glancing over at her son. It had been a few weeks since her sister and her mother visited her apartment. They had attempted multiple times to contact her but Lana wouldn't have it. Not even when Margo came looking for her on her own. Lana just felt too betrayed and too proud to forgive her and let her in.

The thought that her family now knew where she lived made Lana extremely nervous. She had nightmares of men without faces coming to take Johnny away just like they had done so before. It made her shiver.

Lana made her way through down the hall, following the realtor. Johnny saw his mother walking away and hurried after her. He ran with his little hands in tight fists and straight up to his mother.

"The rooms are spacious." Lana commented mostly to herself.

Lana adored their apartment and had lived comfortably but the more Johnny grew, the more she realized he needed more space. Aside from her family being able to track her down, a new start would be nice.

After the rooms, Johnny begged to go outside to the backyard and so Lana obliged. He ran around the grass giggling and laughing. His enthusiasm was enough to make Lana realize that living in a house again would be great. She missed being a home owner, however, there was more to think about.

They visited another property that day. The house was a little bit smaller than the last one but it had a larger yard, their prices were almost the same. Lana told the realtor she would like to see more houses so they made another appointment for the end of the week.

By the time they reached home, Johnny was in full melt down mode. He was exhausted of being hauled around all day. After the second house, he had grown bored and hungry.

"Do you want a snack till I make dinner?" She asked him.

Johnny huffed his way into the living room, "No!"

"No cookies?"

"No!"

"What about fruit?"

"No!"

"Well you're having fruit." Lana went into the kitchen after dropping her keys and purse on the table and made Johnny a little fruit salad with apple and banana slices, and grapes.

Johnny sat in front of the TV, patiently waiting as he played with his blocks. Lana turned on the TV and gave him the plastic bowl of fruit. "Eat." She ordered.

"No." He whimpered and stared at the bowl on his lap. After a moment, he grabbed a piece of banana and munched on it.

While dinner warmed up, Lana sat next to Johnny and took a grape from his bowl and popped it into her mouth. Johnny frowned at this and looked at her, awfully offended. "Nyo, Mama. Nyo." He shook his finger at her. "Nyo yum-yum. S'my."

"Hmph. You forget who feeds you, don't you?"

Johnny only babbled something and continued on eating.

During dinner Lana thought a lot about the houses they had seen. She remembered when she and Wendy had barely moved into theirs. Sometimes Lana wished she was still living in that house. She would have been if living there with the newborn hadn't been so shameful. Lana kicked herself for thinking in such a way but she no longer wanted to dwell in the past, only look forward.

The phone rang in the middle of the night. Lana sat up quickly from bed and untangled herself from Johnny's arms to answer it. Her hands fumbled in the darkness of the living room and placed the phone to her ear, "Hello? Winters residence."

"…Lana."

It was Margo.

Lana's shoulders slumped and she let herself slowly drop upon the sofa. "I thought I told you I didn't want to speak to you again…"

There was a pause.

"I'm going back to California." She announced, "Please reconsider your anger. Don't be stubborn."

"Stubborn?" Lana asked, "You're the one calling me at two in the morning."

Margo chuckled softly. "I know, I'm sorry….Lana?"

"Yes?"

"Things won't ever be the same between us, will they?"

Lana felt her eyes swarm with tears and the dark room became even more unbearable to look at. "No. They won't." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry, Lana."

"Don't be." Lana closed her eyes and composed herself, "Goodbye, Margo." And hung up the phone. Lana held the phone for a moment before she brought herself to let it go. When she did, she lay back on the sofa and closed her eyes again, letting the tears stream down her cheeks silently as to not wake the sleeping boy. She had been without her family before, she could do it again.

MAY 1968

Whenever Lana picked up the phone after that night, she didn't hear any of the familiar voices of her family and on that Sunday morning, when she answered the phone, she was oddly surprised by Barb's more than cheerful voice when she cheered, "Happy Mother's Day, Lana!"

Lana almost wanted to laugh at barb's giddiness. Half of the apartment had been packed into boxes. Lana hadn't been extremely sure about moving but whenever she saw Johnny play in the balcony, she knew it was time to move on. Not to mention their neighbors had gotten a new little dog that barked at all hours of the night. If that wasn't enough to make her want to move then Lana didn't know what else would.

"My, thank you Barb."

"Any plans today?"

Lana looked around the apartment. It was a whirlwind. Empty boxes lay about the living room. "I don't think so, Barb. I'm awfully busy today." One of the boxes moved in the corner of her eye and Lana glanced over to see Johnny's bare foot sticking out of it. His toes wiggled about and then stuck his foot back in.

"And why not? It's Mother's Day. Lana, I don't think you've properly celebrated Mother's Day before."

"I don't know, Barb. It's not for me."

"How could it not be? You're a mother!"

Lana laughed at how silly Barb sounded.

"It's right in the damn title."

"I just have a lot to do. I'm not done with the packing and the escrow is almost at an end."

"Lana, please. Just take the day off and celebrate."

Lana sighed, "Fine. I will."

"Do you promise?"

Lana stayed silent.

"Lana!"

"Alright, I promise."

"Good. I'll see you this weekend then."

"Goodbye Barb and thanks again."

"That's what friends are for."

When Lana hung up the phone she placed her hands on her hips and looked to the box. "Hey, you. In the box."

Johnny peeked his head out of the box, a little impish smile on his face.

"Yes, you. Let's go into town."

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Boston was awfully lively that day but the day was warm and uplifting. It seemed that every restaurant and coffee shop was packed with women and their families. Lana carried Johnny in her arms; afraid he'd slip out of her grasp and run off amongst all the people. She had come to realize that it would be their first time actually celebrating the holiday. Lana hadn't planned on it but she felt the need to make up for the year before.

They had an early dinner at the same place where Lana saw the woman from Briarcliff. After they headed down the outdoor shopping center and when Johnny asked for a toy at the toy store, Lana obliged. She let him pick out whatever he wanted. Johnny picked out a little baby doll with a pacifier and a powder blue dress and carried it out of the store. He seemed awfully happy with it.

They took a stroll down the docks and onto the pier hand in hand. Lana could point out all the women that were being celebrated and couldn't help but to think of her own mother and of what Margo had said.

"Mama?" Johnny tugged her along the pier, he had made Lana carry the baby doll once he grew tired of carrying it. "'Ook it!" he pointed up at the sea gulls.

"Do you know what those are?" She asked him.

"Birs!"

"That's right."

He smiled proud of himself and continued along just happy to be out and about with his mother. At the end of the pier, Lana sat him on her hip and they watched the boats in the near distance just yards from the docks. Lana pointed out all the ships and called out their colors. Johnny repeated them after her, fumbling on his words but happy no less.

Just the two of them. It didn't seem so bad.