Author's Note: Just a little something I've come up. Although it was probably for the best that Sister Mary Eunice was killed in 'The Name Game' I still would have liked to have seen a litte more interaction between she and the Monsignor. Here is my take on what may have happened had he performed an exorcism upon her instead of tossing her from the third storey.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and the FX network.


Standing there, both of them silent, regarding one another. Mary Eunice was not ashamed of the life growing inside of her, but full of shame she had not told Timothy sooner, surely though after taking one look at her, he had it all figured out. Timothy on the other hand had questions, many, many questions to ask her. They didn't gaze at each other, nor did they lock their eyes on one another. They glanced between each other, when their eyes did meet, they averted them.

Timothy stepped closer to Sister Mary Eunice, stopping just a few paces from her, as he did not want to invade her space, it was her personal quarters after all. Looking over her, particularly over her swollen abdomen, he furrowed his brows, trying to understand that there was a life growing inside this Sister, this Bride of God everyone had once cherished as pure. He sighed gently, preparing himself for the round of quick-fire questioning he was ready to pummel the sweet nun with. Shaking his head, Timothy swallowed before he stared at Eunice, "Sister, why did you not allow me to know of your current condition?" he began slowly sounding almost compassionate, but only preparing for the build-up.

She blinked and cleared her throat, "Forgive me, Monsignor...I didn't want to distract you from your work with the Church, and from God's good work." she nodded slowly, offering a hopeful smile to him before she glanced to the ground between them, feeling uneasy. She didn't know if it was in his presence or due to the affects of the earlier occurrences in the day.

"God's work...yes." Timothy scoffed slightly before he shook his head, turning away slightly from Sister Mary Eunice. The Monsignor was at the end of his tether, he was about to blow. He had thought he'd be able to hold out longer, but something about Sister Mary Eunice angered him; how sweet and simple and pure she was. He swallowed before he inhaled sharply, "And Sister Jude...my friend, the woman I could seek counsel and friendship from, betrayed. Jude has betrayed me!" he hissed now, causing Mary Eunice to flinch at his sudden outburst, "She had hidden this from me, deceived me and lied to me...whatever vision she and I shared is now broken."

"I-I'm sorry, Monsignor..." Mary Eunice tried, her hand instinctively covering her abdomen.

Yet, Timothy continued, raging about Jude and Arden. How both had cheated him, deceived him, lied to him, all to protect Sister Mary Eunice. It was only when he heard the sob from behind him, did Monsignor Timothy Howard turn to face the blonde. His face still beetroot from his rage, he frowned, seeing her tears spilling over her lashes.

"I'm sorry, Monsignor, I-I..." she felt her breath catching in her throat as she tried to form a coherent sentence, "I just wanted you to succeed...y-you're so close to becoming Cardinal, and..." through the blur of her tears, she saw the Monsignor take a few steps towards her, closing the space between them. She just sobbed harder, her whole body wracking with guilt, with each shaky breath she withdrew. Glancing up at him, she noted Timothy's somewhat pained expression and she continued, "I-it was all my fault...I was so weak!" she shook her head, berating herself, "So weak, weak enough to allow the Devil inside..."

As soon as Timothy heard Sister Mary Eunice mention the Devil, he flew into another rage, "The Devil!" his hands shot up above his head, his hands balled into fists as he shook them, "The Devil...Sister, this child will be born out of wedlock, you do...realize this?" he questioned, not even bothering to look at her nor give her enough time to respond, "Out of wedlock, a child born to two children of the Church...do you know what will happen if the press find out about this debacle? I will be ruined. And, all you wanted was for me to succeed, Sister!"Timothy hissed once again.

It was at that moment, Timothy heard the short whimper from over his shoulder. He was breathing hard now, as he turned and saw Sister Mary Eunice standing uncomfortably, blinking at him rapidly. Timothy furrowed his brows, shaking his head slightly as he looked to the blonde, who had calmed somewhat, but now had adopted a panicked expression. As she moved her feet, he understood why the panicked expression that donned her face. A puddle. The sac had seeped and trickled now to the floor, in which she stood, squelching.

Nothing had prepared Sister Mary Eunice for that moment. She had felt the ping, like an elastic band snapping inside of her, before she felt the gush of the amniotic sac. Dr. Arden had told her not to panic when it eventually happened, it was normal and everything was fine. But, she did not feel fine, she did not feel normal. Sister Mary Eunice was in a state of panic. As she felt the warm, gloopy liquid creeping underfoot, she whimpered, causing the Monsignor to turn and finally realize this was it. This baby was coming.

Taking in the scene before him, Timothy held out his hands, "Wh-what's happening...?" he asked the obvious question, even though he knew all too well.

"Please Father, you must being Dr. Arden here..." she told him calmly, she was certain just by the expression he wore that he was about to pass out.

"Is there nothing I can do, Sister?" he panicked, this was not a situation he wanted to find himself in.

"Just bring Dr. Arden, please Monsignor. The baby...this child is wanting to be born." she nodded.