Disclaimer: Don't own AHS.

A/N: Digging all the positive reviews about this fic! Seriously wouldn't have written this if you guys hadn't suggested it. Also, I know I haven't updated Dear Johnny or any of the others but I will soon. New chapter of DJ is currently in the works.

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THREE

Insomnium

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"Please don't send me away!" Cried the boy, holding onto Lana for dear life, "Please! I'll be good. I'll be good, Mommy. I promise!"

Lana was stiff. Her expression hard and cold and her arms lay at her sides, without touching the boy. But no matter how much he cried and begged her, Lana didn't give in. She lifted her eyes to the large brick building in front of her.

It's ominous exterior was haunting. A line of faceless nuns stood at the entrance, hands clasped in front of them, patiently waiting to take the boy. Lana noted a crop in the withered hand of the oldest one. The one next to her held a straitjacket.

Lana looked down to the red-faced boy that looked up at her in desperation. "I love you, Mommy. Please." He whispered. Tears streamed down his handsome face. He was no older than eight.

Lana placed her hand upon his face, "I can't love you."

She let her hand fall and a large orderly came and grabbed the boy.

"No! No!" He screamed at the tops of his lungs, "Mommy, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll behave! I'll behave!"

Lana stood, emotionless, watching as a man in white dragged her son in through the doors of Briarcliff.

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OCTOBER 1965

Lana woke with a start and a gasp. She was covered in sweat and her heart was beating in her ears. It was four in the morning and the sound of rain was heavy upon the house.

Wendy stirred in bed next to her, "Lana, what's—" Her voice was laced with heavy sleep, "What's going on?"

Lana lay back down on her pillow and took a deep breath. Her large stomach prevented her from getting comfortable. She didn't answer right away; instead she focused on the baby in her stomach. It was still. It had been still for days.

"Nothing." Lana finally breathed, "Nothing."

Wendy sat up, "Is it time?"

Lana closed her eyes, "No. Not yet."

Lana was close to going into labor. Wendy knew it would be any day now and she was impatiently waiting. She still hadn't been able to persuade Lana to keep the baby and she was running out of time. Lana had gone to visit social services to arrange them to take the infant away once it was born. Wendy had been heartbroken but she stood aside and let Lana. Sometimes the guilt of letting Briarcliff take her got to Wendy. She'd let Lana get away with murder if that guilt told her to.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Wendy asked softly, "Let me get you some water."

"Wendy, don't—" But Wendy was already out of bed and heading to the kitchen.

Lana sighed, placing her hands on her pregnant stomach. There was a fear inside of her that hadn't let her sleep for weeks. She had been having that same dream for days. It varied, sometimes the boy appeared as an eight-year-old, sometimes as a toddler and even as an infant. Once he appeared as a man, which terrified Lana to no end. The dream was beginning to mess with her head and she began to make the connection of what it could mean.

Giving away the child could mean damning him to a life in Briarcliff. But Briarcliff had been shut down; it wasn't possible.

"Here, Lana. Drink some." Wendy returned with a glass of water. She helped Lana sit up against the head of the bed and handed her the glass.

"Thank you."

Wendy sat at the edge of the bed. "How're you feeling? Did you have that dream again?"

Lana nodded and set the glass down on the nightstand. "Yes."

Wendy sighed and brushed a lock of hair behind Lana's ear. The two women stared at one another. "It's just a dream, Lana."

"What do you think it means?" Lana was afraid to ask but she did so anyway.

Wendy shrugged, not knowing what to truly tell her "I don't know." Wendy kissed Lana's cheek. "Try not to worry too much about it."

Wendy laid down and snuggled against Lana, holding her close. She felt the baby bump and couldn't help but to notice that it hadn't moved recently. "Does it break your heart when you see him in your dreams?"

The question made Lana rigid. She continued to stare at the ceiling and listen to the sound of the rain. "I'm afraid he'll come and haunt me…"

Wendy pressed her forehead against Lana's temple, "Then don't let him go, Lana. Don't let him become his father."

Those words stayed with Lana for nights to come.

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"This is ridiculous." Lana huffed, pacing from one end of the living to the other. She had both hands resting against her back while her pregnant tummy extended in front of her. She waddled as she walked.

"Lana, calm down." Wendy said. She sat on the sofa, having a drink.

Lana was late. She had been late for over a week.

"I need a smoke." She went for the cigarettes in her purse and lit one. Lana could hear the neighborhood children making a fuss outside. They were close to Halloween and Lana was on edge. Just that time last year she was preparing herself for her interview with Bloody Face (or at least who she thought was Bloody Face) and now she was having his child. (The real Bloody Face's child).

"Please sit down, you're making me nervous."

"Oh, you're not the first person who's told me that." Lana said coldly and took a drag from her cigarette.

Wendy shook her head, "Fine. Make yourself a nervous mess then." She went back to the magazine she was reading through.

"I want this kid out of me for good." Lana went on. She wasn't comfortable when she wasn't complaining.

So far her morning had been far from pleasant. First she had been sent home from work for a maternity leave she did not want. Then upon arriving home, the old neighbor woman next door had given her grief about being a single mother. She ranted on about the sin of sex before marriage and the consequences of a bastard child. She was old so Lana paid her no mind but she had managed to get under her skin.

"Don't listen to them, Lana. Who cares what people say." Wendy told her.

Lana scoffed, "You're one to talk."

Wendy met her eyes, immediately hurt by Lana's words. Lana saw that she had gone to far and sighed, "I'm sorry."

"I'm going to blame it on the hormones. Okay?"

Lana nodded to herself and looked away, "Okay."

Lana then began to think of the fear that had begun to consume her. "I'm going to take a walk."

"Where are you going?" Wendy became alert.

"Nowhere. Just down the street and back, I need to clear my mind."

Wendy began to stand, "I'll come with you."

"No." Lana said firmly, "I need some time to think." She then forced a smile for Wendy's sake, "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Wendy sighed and went up to her, kissing her lips. "Be back soon."

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Lana walked down the street of her neighborhood. The children were running amuck in their costumes, calling out each other's names and laughing. Wendy loved children, Lana didn't dislike them but she wasn't very good with them—or at least she thought so.

"Holy shit, kid." Lana stopped a few houses down from hers and leaned against a tree. She was already feeling worn. She placed her hand upon her stomach, "You all right in there?" The baby didn't move, "C'mon, little one, give me a break."

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Lana's stomach and she fell against the tree, crying out in pain. The children just yards down the street stopped their play and looked over at Lana.

Lana took in a few breaths, gently steadying herself. The pain had come out of nowhere, taking her by utter surprise. She then heard a sound that sounded like ripping, followed by the sound of splashing water. Lana glanced down to see her legs drenched and a pool of water like liquid at her feet.

It was time to meet Oliver Thredson's child.