Hi guys I'm back finally! Hahahaha. Special thanks to Guest and grace for reviewing and reminding me that this fic existed you guys rock!

Also, Guest: I dOnT kNoW wHaT tHaT mEaNs! Did you accidentally review this instead of one of my USM fics? Did you want a cross-over? To see two of these characters as those characters? I hAvE sO mAnY qUeStIoNs. Well, no, I don't, those are my only questions...

Anyway! This one is just a piece about Cheslock and fem!Violet's feelings after the P4 are expelled for murder. And fem!Violet's first name is Gwendolyn, fight me about it.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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Edward Midford might be, for all his hard exterior, rather innocent and even a bit naïve but he wasn't stupid, nor was he necessarily a patient person. So he dealt with Cheslock's sulking for exactly one month and one week before sighing and saying, "well if you miss him so badly go find him and talk to him!"

The Violet dorm student looked up, puzzled, "say what?"

"Violet," Edward sighed, thoroughly done with dealing with Cheslock, (and Clayton and Hardcourt and Cole and McMillian and Ciel and everyone). He seriously needed a vacation. And not one that ended with him fighting off reanimated undead. "We could probably find him and the others if we looked."

Cheslock gave him a flat look, "why would I want to find or talk to he-him?"

Edward didn't notice his slight stutter and shrugged, "I have no idea," he admitted truthfully, right now Edward would be happy if he never had to see, hear from or think about the previous P4 ever again. But he could tell that Cheslock, despite what he said, didn't feel the same way. "But you've been sulking since they left, you're acting heartbroken."

"You watch your mouth," warned Cheslock, Edward, though he didn't know it, was spot-on, he was heartbroken.

With another sigh the blond wandered away and Cheslock pondered his words and Violet and her secrets.

Truly, it had been an accident when he'd found out, he'd burst into Violet's room once without knocking due to an emergency with the first years and found her buttoning a shirt over her bound chest.

There had been no hiding it after that, when Cheslock demanded answers Violet had told him the truth, she was a girl who'd snuck into the school by pretending to be a boy.

How she'd pulled that off was still a question for the ages but the make-up, nail paint and feminine hobbies were all a refuge in audacity; no one would believe a girl student masquerading as a boy would be brazen enough to start a trend of eyeliner and dark-painted nails.

But like a needle in a haystack it was impossible to notice beforehand but remarkably obvious once pointed out, Cheslock hadn't had a clue before that day but afterwards he couldn't believe he'd ever thought Violet to be a guy.

"I'm not going to beg," she'd told him with the same level gaze he'd always seen on her during serious situations except for when she and her friends confessed to killing Derrick Arden, "but if you didn't tell anyone, I'd really appreciate it."

After he'd picked his jaw up off the floor Cheslock had hooted with laughter, tell anyone?! Why on Earth would he do that?! This was the coolest thing he'd ever seen, Violet was one awesome girl, sneaking into the most prestigious boys school in England and no-one the wiser, no one but him anyway.

Later he was to find out that wasn't completely true, the other members of the P4 were well aware of Violet's secret, he wasn't surprised, there were no secrets between the four of them.

But he was the only other person who knew so, even though he'd found out by accident, Cheslock still felt pretty special and, over time, began to see Violet in a different light.

Apparently she'd been looking at him that way too because she'd been the one to initiate their first kiss. It had not been their last. And Cheslock was really beginning to feel that they had something special when it came out that Violet had been complicit in multiple murders.

He'd trusted her, depended on her, looked up to her! How had she let him fall in love with her knowing what she'd done?! Because now that she was gone, he was forced to admit; that was exactly what had happened: he had fallen in love with her.

It had been over a month and she hadn't even tried to contact him, evidently his feelings were as one-sided as his trust.

Maybe Cheslock was being a bit harsh, would he have told her if Midford had killed someone and he, Clayton and Arden had covered it up? He would have if it was Cheslock himself, but with others involved it wasn't just herself Violet would have put in jeopardy and not just her secret to tell. He understood that, mentally if not emotionally.

But right now, he was angry and broken-hearted and in no mood to be rational or forgiving.

And it had only been a month, maybe she was too frightened of his reaction to initiate contact, that wasn't entirely undue. Because honestly, Cheslock had no idea how he'd react if he saw her again right now.

He still wanted to though.

Huffing out a sigh of his own Cheslock walked into his room, the Prefect's room that used to be hers, and threw himself down on the bed face-first. Rolling onto his side he stared out the window, watching the rain pound down against the glass. It seemed like it had been raining ever since she left.

He sighed again, more quietly than last time, "what are you doing now Violet?"

Gwendolyn Violet looked out the window at the pouring rain and swallowed thickly, regret and a deep sadness churning into a nauseous mess in her stomach and poking like shards of glass in her chest.

She hadn't asked for any of this, she'd snuck into to Weston because she'd wanted to study her art and it was bullshit that she couldn't just because of what she had, or rather: what she didn't have, between her legs. That crime wasn't proportionate to the punishment of what she'd gotten involved in. She hadn't even wanted to be a Prefect, she'd just wanted to draw and, later, spend time with her beau.

Violet watched a drop roll down the face of her refection, everything else though? She didn't have the right to complain, she hadn't been the boys' witness, she'd been their accomplice, their equal, and dammit she'd do it again.

That, she still believed, was what they'd had to do. And even if wasn't; there wasn't much she wouldn't do for Greenhill, Bluewer and Redmond, she'd realized of late.

But Cheslock? She'd decided to stop Derrick's friends from escaping; she'd moved before Lawrence and Edgar had even grabbed the Vice-Principal, she'd suggested they 'transfer' to her house, she'd vowed not tell anyone, same as they had. Not Cheslock, he was innocent. He hadn't deserved any of what he'd gotten. His only crime was believing in, perhaps even loving, her. And even that had been done without knowing what she was involved with.

The queasiness in her stomach increased and Violet rested her forehead against the glass, it was cold but she didn't mind. Love, yes. He'd loved her. For all her second in command was guarded and wary with his emotions he had the most expressive eyes she'd ever seen once she learned how to read them. He'd loved her the same way he did everything he cared about; with his whole heart and soul.

And she'd loved him, she still loved him with everything in her much less giving heart.

That did not excuse how careless and stupid she'd been…

This, at least, was not totally on her, he'd been careless and stupid too, but she was the one who ought to have known better…

The door creaked open behind her and she jumped slightly. It was just Lawrence poking his head around the door, but Violet had been on edge a lot since finding out…

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly and Violet nearly rolled her eyes, they'd all become so much more protective since she'd told them.

"For the fifth time today. I. Am. Fine." Said Violet curtly, but there was no bite to her words, she knew it was just because they cared about her. Bluewer shot her a vaguely apologetic look before nodding and shutting the door behind him.

Violet wrapped her arms around herself and leaned her head back on the window, her monochrome hair protecting her from the chill of the glass.

Okay, so Cheslock had loved her. And she loved him. But now he probably never wanted to see her again, she was a criminal and he knew it too. It was over, they were done. He probably wished he'd never met her.

Violet buried her face in her hands as dry sobs wracked her body. She didn't want to tell him but she still felt he deserved to know, but how was she supposed to tell the man she loved, a man who probably hated her, that she was pregnant with his child?

Done!

Also, shameless self-promoting, I wrote a Black Butler one-shot, Harmony of Darkness, about the P4 as supernatural creatures and am thinking of expanding that into a multi-chapter fic. If you could read that and give me your opinion that would be fantastic, thank you!

Hope you enjoyed guys! Bye!