A/N So I'm writing another story. This one will be a little bit longer than the last one. I can't stand how many people hate Paige and so these stories are ways I see that she can redeem herself (even though I don't think she needs to). This takes place immediately after Paige leave Emily's house in 5x04.

Paige's POV

She walked away from Emily's house forcing herself not to look back. She honestly couldn't understand why Emily didn't see that Ali once really hurt people. Of course people are going to be upset when she comes back. She unlocked her car and got in. she reached across the arm rest and pulled her phone from her bag. She knew that Emily wasn't going to take her warning seriously. She thought that Paige was only there because of their failing relationship. For once, Paige wasn't thinking about them as a couple. She just wanted to make sure no one got hurt, even Ali. She dialed his number and waited for the other person to pick up. The phone kept ringing with no response until at the final ring, an annoyed voice responded.

"Hello?"

"Lucas, it's Paige can we meet up, please?" This was going to come back to haunt her but she knew something had to be done.

"Paige it's late and I really don't think it is a good idea for me to be talking to you." She didn't realize how fast Mona could spread the news of her quitting the new A Team.

"I need five minutes of your time. I'll swing by your house, no one will see us." There was a long pause on the other end.

"Five minutes McCullers." He hung up the phone. Paige breathed in heavily and started her car. She made it to his street rather quickly and parked a few houses away. She exchanged her jacket for a shark's hoodie. She threw the hood up and made her way down the road. Fifty feet from the house, she would see a figure sitting on a porch swing. She closed the remaining distance and walked on to the porch.

"Thank you for meeting me." She said sincerely.

"With you I don't think there is much of a choice." He got up and ushered her into the house both of them looking behind them before they entered. He offered her a seat on a worn out flowery couch but she insisted on standing. He sat down, waiting for her to start the conversation. She paced back in forth not really knowing how to start. She knew Lucas wasn't going to buy into anything she had to say but she knew she had to try.

"Lucas I need to know what Mona has planned for Ali." The look on his face made it seem like he knew this is where the conversation was going.

"Ali isn't as innocent as the news says Paige. That stuff about being kidnapped isn't even true."

"I know." He was slightly taken a back.

"If you knew, why are you so eager to help her?" That was the same question she had been asking herself all evening. Why would she help a person who is jeopardizing everything she had built the past two years?

"Believe me when I say, the reality of the situation is even worse than you can imagine. Ali hurt me too but we can't stoop to her level. What does that say about us? We need to give her a chance to prove that she isn't the same person that went missing." He shook his head, trying to process Paige's argument.

"How can you be so forgiving?"

"Because, I refuse to become the thing that I used to be afraid of. If you go through with this, you become Allison. You become a torturer. Can you live with yourself like that?" He shook his head no.

"Mona is going to go through with all of this whether or not we are with her or not." He argued.

"That's why I need your help. She knows that I love Emily too much to hurt her again so she will watch my every move if I join her. You, on the other hand, are her right hand man. She trusts you because she thinks that you are like her. But I know you're not. You are kind and compassionate. You are better than her, Lucas." She could see the wheels spinning in his head. Before he could say an answer, Paige continued her argument.

"For once, don't let other people make choices for you. For the first time in your life, you have the chance to decide for yourself how people are going to see you. Do you want them to talk about you as the person who got petty revenge on a playground bully or are they going to talk about the kid who was brave enough to stand up so no one has to be bullied again? It's your choice."

"How does Emily ever say no to you with speeches like that?" They both laughed.

"So what do you say, want to be Team HP?"

"Team HP?"

"Hermie and Pigskin." He got visibly uncomfortable at his former moniker.

"A wise person once said, fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself."

"Thank you Hermione. I guess it'll work." A smile spread on Paige's face at the realization of what his comment meant.

"So…"

"So, I'm going to help you but if Mona finds out you're going to be a dead little pigskin. What do you need to know?"

"Everything they have planned so far, I mean everything." He pointed to the couch across from him.

"You might want to sit down; this is going to take more than five minutes."

Paige left Lucas's house right before midnight. The complexity to which Mona had planned every move was incredible. She had mapped out every route Ali would take, she knew what classes she was in, and she even planned for what table she would sit at at lunch. Paige wrote down as many notes as she could, trying to figure out the best way to prevent the onslaught of torture Ali was about to be exposed to. It didn't stop there, though. They had a whole plan for her friends too. Sitting in her car, Paige didn't know where to begin. If she went to Emily's house and gave her the list, then Mona would know and she would never get any more information. If she called her and warned her, Emily would tell the other girls and Mona would probably over hear them and she would be back to square one again. There had to be away to help them, without being connected to it. A scary idea entered her head, and she tried to get rid of it but it made perfect sense. She started her car and drove to the nearest gas station that was still open. She grabbed her wallet and went in trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. She was scanning the shelves looking for the item but it wasn't anywhere to be found. When she turned around, she ran into clerk.

"Can I help you find something sweet heart?" He gave her a crooked grin.

"Yeah, I broke my phone and I have a really important project I'm working on and need to get a hold of the people in my group. Do you have any prepaid phones?" She audibly gulped.

"Yes ma'am. These things seem to sell out like crazy around here but I got a few left." He led the way to a rack of cheap flip phones with charge cards. She picked the cheapest one with an unlimited texting card. She followed the clerk to the register and he rang her up.

"Twent five-seventy." She went to pull out her card but decided on a different route. She counted the cash in her wallet and was lucky to have thirty bucks. She gave it to him and took the phone. When she got to her car, she ripped open the packaging and read the instructions. She loaded the texting card onto the phone and tried it out. She sent a message to herself using the block code she knew about: Testing 1.2.3. A few seconds later, her phone lit up. The message appeared with the name reading "Blocked Number." This is a very bad idea, she thought to herself. She set the phone on the dashboard and took a few deep breaths. She started the car and made her way home, suddenly excited about the next day.

TBC

Hit me up on suggestions for what kind of ways they are planning on getting back at Ali. I have a few ideas but more are always welcome.