Disclaimer – I don't own American Horror Story, duh.

Okay, so considering that the new Season of AHS isn't going to have Tate or Violet in it I assume that this fanfic is even more pointless than before. Oh well whatever.

I'm actually kind of happy they won't be in it though, because I love Tate but he was seriously starting to scare the shit out of me.

. . .

"Are the chairs set up in the basement?" Chad asked. He and Patrick were in the upstairs bathroom, trying to find Vivian's nail polish remover. There was no way in hell they were about to let that "trashy ghost-lover" walk down the aisle with purple-peeling nails.

"Yeah," Patrick replied. "But some of them are really dirty and not so white anymore."

"Whatever, we'll just have that slutty maid bleach them," Chad said, stepping down off the toilet with the remover in his hands. He closed the cabinet.

"I can't believe it," Hayden said, appearing in the doorway. "You faggots are actually helping them?"

"Shut up trailer park bitch," Patrick snapped. "And 'faggot' is not the politically correct term for—"

"Shut up," Hayden interrupted. "Back to my original question; why the hell are you helping them? He's the one who killed you!"

Chad sighed. "We know. But Nora explained everything about the little psychopath being possessed and well . . . we couldn't turn down a thing like this. Everyone loves a wedding."

"I never got to get married," Hayden commented. "And considering the amount of available guys around here is limited I doubt I ever will . . ."

"What about that nice Boy Dahlia in the basement?" Patrick suggested sarcastically. "Oh wait, he's in love with Tasha Parsons next door."

"Argh!" Hayden knocked the soup off the sink with her fists. "If you know what's good for you you'll SHUT UP!"

"What about Hugo?" Chad asked. "Is he going to be your date to the blessed event?"

Hayden was about to snap back when she remembered something. "Hold the Goddamn phone just a moment . . . Hugo and Constance were married, right? Until she killed him."

"Yeah, so?"

"Tate's dad 'ran away' when he was six . . . Hugo's Tate's father, isn't he?" Hayden asked.

"No shit, Sherlock," Lily snapped. She was passing by in the hall when she saw the group of spirits gathered in the bathroom. "Of course Hugo's Tate's father."

"Well does Tate know that his dad's here?"

"I would like to assume so . . ."

Hayden actually laughed out loud. "Oh this is too good! A Langdon family reunion, and at Tate's wedding no doubt! This is so perfect . . ."

Hayden then walked out of the room, still laughing.

"What's that about?" Lily asked.

Chad and Patrick looked at each other, then back at Lily. "Let's just say that Hugo and Tate meeting wouldn't be the best idea."

"Why?"

"Because, idiot, Hugo cheated on Constance, causing Constance to kill him. That led to her abusive relationship to her children. Had Hugo remained faithful, Beau, Addie, Mary, and even Tate would probably all still be alive. Constance is the real reason they're all dead, although the house helped a little. She needs to pay for what she's done . . . But that's not the point, the point it that Tate's mad at his father and Hugo doesn't even know who Tate is. What he looks like or anything. I can promise you this, there will be a conflict, and Hayden will want a front row seat."

Lily looked at Chad's expression. He had a plan, she could tell. "So what are we going to do?"

"Nothing," Chad told her, but he was lying. Whatever he planned on doing, he wasn't about to tell someone about it.

. . .

Tate couldn't take his eyes off Mary. He had killed her, and she was acting like it had never happened. Like this was just like old times, when she and Tate would sit up in the attic with Beau and Addie for hours making plans to run away. Or to kill Larry . . . it depended on the mood they were in.

"Do I have a second head?" she snapped.

His eyes shot to the floor. "Sorry . . . it's just . . . not what I pictured."

"What did you picture, then?" Mary asked as she limped around the bedroom; pacing. They were waiting for Violet to return with Billie Dean.

"That when you died you'd pass on. You'd be able to fly away, you'd have a voice and both your legs would work," Tate admitted. "But then again, I think I pictured something like that for all of my siblings."

Mary smiled. "I know what you mean. I did too . . . Constance always thought you as her 'perfect son' . . . but she didn't know what was living inside of you."

Tate snorted. "Even if she did . . . it wasn't what was on the inside that counted, it was what was on the outside. Everything must be physically perfect."

"I always thought that when you died, you'd be freed from the monsters . . . I guess not though, huh?" Mary said. "Well . . . not yet anyway. After today you'll be free."

Tate nodded. "I hate Violet for doing this to me."

"It's because she loves you," Mary replied. "Love makes people do stupid things. Take Lily for example."

"What's Lily got to do with anything?" Tate asked.

Before Mary could answer though, Vivian opened the door. "Oh, hi Tate. I thought I heard someone up here."

"Hello Mrs. Harmon. We're just waiting for Lily and Violet . . ." Tate explained.

Vivian nodded. "I figured. Who's this?"

She was looking at Mary.

"That's my sister Mary, Mrs. Harmon," Tate told her. "She's mute."

"Oh . . ." Vivian held her hand out. "Well it's very nice to meet you, Mary."

Mary smiled and limped forward a few steps to shake Vivian's hand.

"Oh, sweetheart is your leg okay? You're walking funny . . ." Vivian had that concerned mother tone of voice.

"She's crippled," Tate explained. "She always has been."

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" Vivian exclaimed, feeling totally insensitive.

Mary held up her hand and shook her head. It's okay.

Mary was such a good actress. She could make it seem like she wasn't talking because she really was a mute, and that she was just a happy person all around. But Tate knew the truth; Mary didn't talk to the living because she didn't trust the living. Inside, she was scared and crying and probably even more of an emotional mess than he was. There was no way you could watch everyone in your family die without them knowing and be okay on the inside. It just wasn't possible.

"Well . . ." Vivian felt awkward. "I just came up to check on Violet, but I guess she's not here . . . Are you two staying for dinner."

Tate shook his head. "No, but thanks for asking. We've got . . . family plans."

Vivian nodded and gave them a big smile before leaving the room.

Tate dropped his head into his hands. "She just invited me over for dinner and later tonight she's going to find out that I murdered her daughter."

"No, she's not," Mary promised him. "Lily has a plan . . ."

"What do you mean, Lily has a plan?" Tate asked, looking her right in the eye.

Mary's gaze shot downward. "I can't tell you. I'm not even supposed to know . . . I overheard Lily discussing it with Constance yesterday. They didn't know I was there. Well, Lily did . . . but Lily always knows when someone's around."

The door creaked open and Violet and Lily entered with Billie in tow. Violet was holding one of those bags that dry cleaners put nice clothes in.

"What's that?" Tate asked, nodding his head towards it.

"Dress," Violet replied. "Travis's got your tux downstairs."

"So who else is in the wedding party?" Billie asked. "We've got to do this right you know? Best man, maid of honor, ring bearer, flower girls . . . Violet, who's going to give you away?"

"Give me away?" Violet asked, confused.

Billie Dean rolled her eyes. "There's no way one person could be this daft. Yes, giving you away. As in what member or your family will be handing you over to Tate at the alter?"

Tate shook his head. "I still vote this is insane! I'm 17 I don't want to be married yet!"

"Shut up!" everyone snapped.

"I'll give Violet away," Lily offered.

"Then who's going to be my maid of honor?" Violet asked.

"Mary can do it," Billie suggested. "Isn't that right Mary?"

Mary didn't speak; instead she just glared at Billie.

I don't get it, Mary . . . you talk to Lily, Billie Dean said in Mary's head.

Lily's closer to being a ghost than you'll ever be. You might be able to see us . . . but you'll never, ever be one of us.

"Okay so who's going to be the best man, ring bearer, flower girls?" Violet asked, breaking the awkward silence that had formed during Billie and Mary's mental conversation.

"Uh . . . Beau can be my best man," Tate said. "And Troy and Bryan could carry the rings. I'll bet Loraine would let Margret and Angela be flower girls."

Violet nodded. "Alright . . . we've got our wedding party."

"I'll get Constance to handle the outfits," Billie agreed. "Now, we have to do the ceremony at midnight, I've already told Nora to tell the others that. Also, don't be late."

"Yeah, I'd hate for my last humanly action to be being late for my own wedding," Violet agreed.

Chad and Patrick walked into the room. Billie Dean made a disgusted noise.

Homophobe! Mary shouted at her telepathically.

"Hello, Mary," Chad greeted.

Mary smiled at him and Patrick but still didn't say anything. She wasn't about to give Billie the satisfaction.

"What's up?" Lily asked them.

"Moira bleached the chairs downstairs and Maria and Gladys are working on fixing up those terrible floors . . . pretty soon it will look perfect for a wedding. Just thought we should let you know," Patrick told them.

"Oh and we spoke to Elizabeth and Hayden," Chad added. "They're going to make sure Violet looks beautiful."

"Has everyone agreed to come?" Billie asked them.

They nodded. Chad told her, "Nora convinced them by mentioning this was also the ceremony to rid the world of part of the demon baby that cursed the house, resulting in them being stuck here forever."

"Called it," Billie muttered.

. . .

Three hours later it was nearly nine thirty, and the time of Violet's mortality was running short.

"I want to go outside, one last time," she told Tate. Her stomach felt like someone was hacking away at it with an axe (kind of like Tate did to that Bianca girl), but she ignored it.

"I'll go with you," Lily offered.

From the other side of the room, Mary laughed softly to herself.

"Hurry up, though," Moira told them. She was 'cleaning' in the room, listening to what they were saying. What else was new? "Elizabeth and Hayden will be up soon."

Violet nodded. She and Lily walked out of the room and down the stairs. The time to spend outside the front gates of the property was almost out.

A few moments later, there was a small knock on the door frame. Travis was standing there. Mary motioned for him to enter.

"I brought the clothes," he said. He handed Tate a bag. "This is yours."

"Thanks," Tate said, trying not to sound angry. This was the guy his mother had . . . never mind.

Travis handed Lily a bag next. "And for you."

"Thanks," she replied, taking the bag in her hands. "Can I see the kids'?"

Travis nodded and unzipped two of the bags. One was a suit for a 10-13 year old boy (judging by size) and the other was a dress for an 8-10 year old girl. "They siblings match so . . ."

The ties on Troy and Bryan's outfits were the same color as the sashes on Margret and Angela's.

"That's so cute," Mary said. "I love kids."

"You would have made a good mother," Tate agreed. "If I hadn't . . . you know."

Mary rolled her eyes. "Please, don't make yourself feel bad. I'd never have gotten married anyway . . ."

"Well why not?" Travis asked. "If you don't mind me asking."

Mary chuckled. "Because . . . Who could love a cripple?"

"Anyone with a brain," Travis told her.

She smiled. "Thanks . . . you'd better get these dresses and suits to their people though."

"Okay . . . this is Lily's; give it to her, yeah?"

Mary nodded and Travis left the room to finish handing out outfits.

Tate unzipped his bag and looked at his tux. "Oh shit . . ."

"What?" Moira asked, climbing down from her step stool and walking over to see.

"I have no idea how to put this on!"

. . .

"We should go back inside," Lily told her cousin. She tore her eyes away from the moon and looked down at her watch. 9:45pm . . . not a lot of time. She looked up at the moon again. Lily always loved the moon . . . And now that it was the most powerful super natural moon of the year, she felt an even deeper connection. This moon was like she was; it wasn't a spirit but it was part of their world. Never truly belonging anywhere. She wasn't a ghost but she was hardly a human . . . And they wondered why she wanted to kill herself. It was the only way she'd ever fully belong in one place.

She and Violet silently made their way back into the house and up to Violet's room.

Mary was there, wearing a blood red dress that reached the floor.

"This is what Constance brought you?" Violet asked her.

"She deemed it appropriate," Mary said, looking down. "For once I agree."

Moira was there too, in her normal maid's outfit. Her hands where busy at Tate's neck; tying his bow tie.

"A bow tie?" Lily asked, almost laughing.

"Shut up," Tate snapped. "I'm not really in the mood."

His tie was the same shade as Mary's dress, and his coat was pitch black. The only brightness about him was his white button down shirt.

"Well, if it counts . . . you look very handsome," Violet told him.

Elizabeth and Hayden appeared in the doorway.

"Boy, out," Elizabeth commanded. "We've got to get Violet ready for her wedding."

"So?"

"So it's bad luck for you to see her in her dress before the wedding, dumbo," Hayden said.

Tate rolled his eyes. "That's stupid."

But he didn't protest. He did as Elizabeth and Hayden said and he left the room.

"I should go get ready as well," Moira said, following him out and shutting the door behind her.

"First thing's first, girly," Hayden said. She threw Violet's dress to her. "Put that on."

Violet nodded and stepped into her closet. She wasn't about to let everyone watch her change.

"Here's your dress, Lily," Mary said, handing over the bag Travis had left.

When Lily stepped closed to take it, Mary hissed in her ear, "Have you changed your mind?"

"No," Lily replied.

"There are other ways, Lily if you'd just—"

"Not for me," Lily interrupted. She walked out of the room then, with her dress. Probably to change in the bathroom.

"You, here, now!" Hayden said to Mary. She was holding a chair out in front of Violet's small vanity.

Mary limped over and sat down. Elizabeth went to work on her make up while Hayden played with her hair. Ten minutes later she was camera ready. And just in time for Violet to step out of the closet, wearing a simple yet elegant white dress. It had flower patterns cut into the fabric that fell straight down. It wasn't too big or fancy and it didn't make her stick out. It was the perfect wedding dress for Violet Harmon.

"You almost look beautiful," Hayden said, sounding sincere. "But you'll have to get your ass over here and let us finish you before you qualify."