Chapter One

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Alison always knew that Emily would come back for her. Somewhere in the chaotic mess of her own thoughts, she knew that the girl would somehow swoop in, leather jacket, white horse and all, and would save her from this mess that her psychotic soon to be ex husband has put her in. She knew Emily would save her- because she always did.

But when the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer, and Emily didn't show up, her hope began to fade. When the nurses kept pushing the medication through her veins and Alison could count the amount of times her eyelashes brushed her cheeks, she wondered if maybe their story had been wrong. When the nurses removed her mask, and told her to just rest, she began to wonder if she would ever open her eyes and see her best friend's beautiful smile looking back at her.

Maybe Elliot had gotten to her too.

Maybe he killed her, just like he killed Charlotte.

Maybe she had been the reason that the person that she loves the most in the world isn't answering her cries- because she had loved her so much, she had hurt her in the worst possible way.

She would never admit that, however. She would never admit that every fiber in her being was irrevocably in love with Emily Fields, and had been since the day that she agreed to run away to Paris with her, no questions asked. She would never admit that the second that she saw Emily in Rosewood, it was like she suddenly remembered how to breathe, and how her world managed to turn into familiar, comfortable colors. She would never admit that every time Emily's hand brushes against her own, or those long eyelashes blink in her direction, or Emily's lips twist in that all too familiar smirk, that the butterflies in Alison's stomach nearly lift her off the ground. She could never admit that every time the two share a kiss, her world manages to stop spinning on it's axis and she is consumed in everything that is the dark skinned beauty.

She had tried to tell her a handful of times, however, just how she felt about her. Like the night the two comforted one another with stolen kisses and her screaming Emily's name all throughout the night. Or those weekends that she flew out to California and spent the whole time twisted up in those blankets with Emily, a variety of curses and please don't stop falling from her lips. She wanted to tell her the second that she saw her back in Rosewood due to Alison's very own request. Yet, every time she opened her mouth to say something to her, her tongue felt so thick that she nearly choked on it. Telling her those true feelings would change everything and for once, Alison just needs a constant.

Her whole life has been such a chaotic mess- always being on the run, her shitty parents, her brother's alcoholism, her possible sister, she just needed something solid- something unwavering and constant. She needed a solace, a safe place, a comforting, unchanging thing that she knew that she could always count on. Unfortunately for her heart, her mind had chosen that person to be Emily.

Perhaps that's why she spends her days waiting on her to walk back in her door. Her days filled with nausea (but with all of her psychotic drugs that are constantly pumping in her system Alison is surprised that her hair isn't falling out), filled with misplaced hope, and wandering heartbeats. Emily was her solace and she would come for her, even if it had been two long months since she watched her husband go through her best friend's windshield and helped them bury his body.

"Miss DiLaurentis?" Honestly Alison's been there so long that she doesn't even have to look up to know that it's Nurse Jordan standing in her doorway. However, she glances up anyway, her blue eyes meeting Jordan's soft green and she flashes a smile her way.

"Hey Jordan. Let me guess, it's time for my antidepressants?" She smirks and Jordan laughs with a simple shake of her head. Sure, Welby had been hell for Alison, but she had to admit, she had found somewhat of a friend in Jordan. She had graduated a few years earlier than Alison and had only recently returned to the area, so she didn't exactly stare at her like she was the dead girl, or the one with the dead sister.

"Actually, you're being released," Another voice calls out, and Alison's heart is suddenly in her throat at the sound of the melody. Appearing around the corner, in the same black leather jacket that the blonde had daydreamed her in, is Emily Fields, with a bright smile plastered upon her face.

"Em?" whispers Alison, a smile playing upon the edges of her lips.

"Yeah, as it turns out, your girlfriend is very persuasive. She bought in some of the best lawyers and threatened to sue the hell out of Welby for keeping you in here when you're in a clear mental state," Jordan states, watching as Emily sheds the jacket and sits on the edge of the bed beside of the blonde. Her hand nearly swallows Alison's hand whole when she laces their fingers together and Alison wonders how one person can be so perfect.

"Wow! But she's not my-" Alison begins but Emily squeezes her hand, almost immediately cutting her off.

"I went to the president and told him that I would sue his ass off if he didn't let you come home where you belong. I told him what Toby discovered about Archer, and that I would sue him for malpractice if he didn't let you go. He wanted to go a mental evaluation of you himself. But, Jordan here, managed to convince him otherwise," Emily winks at the nurse, who is now slowly taking the IV out of Alison's arm, smiling down at her friend.

"Dr. Rollins, while placing you in here by stating that you were insane, actually never treated you for any of the disorders that he claimed you had," Jordan begins, slowly removing the needle and Alison winces, which is quickly matched with a hushed apology from both of the women, "he had actually been giving you stimulants, which caused your exhaustion and your delusions. And the rest of the time, he was ordering that we give you placebos. You were never actually under any serious medication." Alison feels Emily's hand squeeze hers in reassurance, but honestly, her brain is too busy spinning in a thousand different directions. All the months that she had been in here; all those stupid visions of her mother, and Holbrook, had been self inflicted.

"So, I wasn't actually crazy?" Alison asked, watching as Jordan untied some of the restraints that had once held her down. Smiling softly at her patient, Jordan allows a hand to push Alison's hair away from her face- something that does not go unnoticed by Emily who coughs in annoyance.

"No, Ali. You most certainly are not crazy," Emily hums, her thumb softly brushing across the blonde's. The swimmer swears that it is nearly instantaneous, the way that the smile immediately appears on Alison's face, and the light flickers in her eyes again.

"So, I'm... I'm normal?" The way that Alison asks the question nearly breaks everyone's heart. It is almost as if she's too afraid to believe it- too afraid to believe that maybe, this once, everything was finally going to work out in her favor.

"Well, as normal as a girl who returned from the dead can be!" Jordan jokes, tapping Alison on the shoulder as she finally releases her.

The next few seconds play out just like Alison had dreamed it. Emily slowly stands up, extending her hand to help the blonde from the bed. However, Alison just simply stares at her, her head slightly tilted as she takes in the view before her. The view of the beautiful girl, whose white t shirt manages to hug her in all the right places- the view of the girl who once again, despite rhyme or reason, managed to save her. Instantly, Alison is on her elbows, and then somehow, she's in Emily's arms, her legs wrapped around her waist and her arms tight around her neck. The sobs escape from her chapped lips and into Emily's neck, as the all too familiar scent fills her nostrils, and Emily's gentle lips place chaste kisses upon her head. And Jordan swears, the way that the light gently frames Emily's face, and the way that Alison is laced around her, is something better than a happy ending to her favorite romantic comedy.

"You did it." Alison cries as Emily slowly sits her down, watery brown eyes staring into her own. Smiling warmly, the taller woman gently slides her thumbs under Alison's cheeks, brushing away the tears.

"No, Ali. We did it. All of us. Spencer, Aria, Hanna, Caleb, Toby, Jordan, and even you. We all saved you," Emily whispers, staring so lovingly at the young woman that it is almost as if she would break before her very eyes. Chewing on the inside of her jaw, however, Alison shakes her head violently, lacing her fingers behind Emily's neck.

"No. You saved me. You were the one that brought me in here, and I didn't listen to you. You begged me not to sign myself in because you knew. You knew that I wasn't crazy. You held me that night at the church and you told me that you were real, that we were real and I didn't believe you," Alison's voice cracks as a new onset of tears begin falling from her eyes, "but you never gave up on me and now you're here. And you're going to take me home. You saved me, Em. Just like you always do." The last part is a whisper but it's just enough to meet the dark haired woman's ears. Smiling warmly, she gently rests her forehead against Alison's as she stares into her eyes.

And for a moment, everything just seems so... Ordinary. For one small moment in time, it was if there had been no A, no dollhouse, no Charlotte, no Rollins. For a moment, the two women looked like two reunited lovers, who had finally found their way back to one another despite all the trials and tribulations that time brings them. For a moment, the two looked as if they were the ending to a romantic movie that left the audience in tears.

Yet, the longer Alison's icy blue eyes stared into Emily's warm chocolate brown, she knew that Emily Fields was anything but ordinary. And especially after this moment, she knew that she would love her until the last breath left her cold, and dying body. Slowly, she leans forward, her lips just mere centimeters away from Emily's when Jordan speaks out again.

"Okay, Alison. I finished your release forms but there are some conditions to your..." Jordan trails off, clicking her pen as she watches as the two women scramble apart from one another. However, despite the distance between them, and the heaving for breaths, Jordan can't help but notice the two have their pinkies linked around one another. "Sorry." She blushes.

"It's okay. You said there were conditions. I don't remember agreeing to that with the president," Emily grumbles, with a wrinkle of her brow and Alison can't help but share a glance of confusion with her savior.

"Maybe not. But, these are his orders and in order for Alison to be released, she has to agree with them," Jordan states, flipping through the file as her eyes scan the scribbles that appear before her. Shaking her head softly, Emily takes a long step towards the nurse, her eyes pushing for something that just missed Alison's ears. However, when Jordan's mouth opens to say something, Alison steps forward confidentially, something that the two of them haven't seen in so long.

"Whatever it is, I agree. Stop Emily," Alison scolds, putting her hand in the swimmer's shoulder and gently pushing her back a step. When Emily cuts her a glare, Alison only stares onward, "what do I have to do?"

"Mary Drake is your care taker." Jordan explains, her finger following along with what was written in her file. Alison almost immediately stiffens, however, her reaction is an understatement, compared to Emily who charges towards Jordan, going nearly nose to nose with the nurse.

"No way in hell am I letting that happen!" Emily yells, her nostrils flaring in frustration.

"Emily!" Alison scolds almost immediately. However, Emily slams her purse down on the bed, and turns back to the blonde and that is the first time that Alison ever truly sees how broken and disheveled Emily Fields truly is. The tears are burning deep in her eyes, and Alison wonders if those tear stains on her cheeks will expose as much of Emily's soul as her own do.

"What?! I finally get you back and I'm just supposed to trust you with your long lost aunt that you have heard nothing about! Who has the same face as your mother! Who suspiciously shows up at the very same time Rollins does and just so happens to be Charlottes real mother?! You don't know if she's normal or if she's a monster. And I'm not doing this again. I'm not losing you again! No way in hell, Alison!" Emily's voice cracks, a cry escaping from the back of her throat and it takes everything within Alison to not break down and cry with her. Instead, however, her jaw locks tight, and she gently cups Emily's cheek in her hand.

"Emily, nobody is doing this to hurt Alison, or you, or whatever this is," Jordan references between the two of them awkwardly before smiling, "But at Welby, we have protocols. And one of them is that a released patient, ill or not, must remain with a family member for one hundred and twenty days. Alison's brother is doing mission work in Ethiopia. Both her mother and her sister have passed. And to be frank, her father is an ass. Mary Drake is all that she has right now. She agreed to live with Alison." Emily's lips are quivering and Alison knows that she is biting the inside of her jaw so hard to keep the cries within her. Shushing her softly, Alison places a chaste kiss one cheek, then the other, before she places a kiss upon her nose.

"I'll be okay, Em. You'll protect me. Trust me," She whispers, and Emily only nods with a sniffle before Alison turns her attention back to her nurse, "I agree to allow Mary to be my caretaker. Now, what's the other condition? And it better not be something like sell my left lung or that I'll donate my money back to this hell hole." Alison grumbles with a roll of her eyes and Jordan laughs, handing Alison the clipboard with a pen for her signature.

"I just need your information to make you an appointment." Jordan states, as she takes the chart back from her patient. However, Alison quizzically looks between Jordan and Emily, who despite her fresh tears, has came to stand beside of the blonde.

"An appointment? But, I thought I wasn't sick?" Alison inquires and Jordan only laughs, continuing to review the chart.

"Not for you. For the baby." Jordan explains so simply that it must have been ridiculous that Alison even missed it to begin with. However, there came a gasp out of Alison's mouth and Emily swears that her heart is in her throat.

"Excuse me?" Alison chokes.

"I have to make you an appointment at an actual clinic to check on your baby since we can no longer monitor you here. Since you're nearly about three months pregnant, these visits should come more often." Jordan explains, looking from the chart to Alison's stomach, which doesn't look any different than normal. Snorting softly, Alison's hand immediately goes to her stomach and she takes a step back.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not pregnant. You must have me mistaken with someone else. If I was pregnant, I think I would be the first to know. I would know that I'm growing a fetus inside of me!" Alison struggles for a breath and suddenly, as if all the air is knocked out of her, Jordan nearly drops the files in the floor entirely.

"Oh my God. You didn't know?" Jordan stares at the blonde who is struggling to breathe with wide eyes and Emily manages to step up, standing between the two of them.

"Jordan, are you serious? Alison's pregnant? And it's Rollins?" Emily asks in almost a whisper but Jordan only shakes her head, holding tightly to the file.

"No. It's yours." Jordan whispers.

"Okay. Stop! Everybody just shut up for a goddamn second! So, you're telling me that I'm almost out of my first trimester of pregnancy, and it's Emily's baby?!" Alison practically screams with a crack in her voice, her hand still clutching desperately at her stomach. Emily's eyes burn with tears as she looks at the blonde, taking a soft step towards her, her hand reaching out for hers.

"It is written in your chart here that the two of you agreed to the procedure. It was experimental, it took four of Emily's eggs and certain chromosomes were placed in it to make her egg as close scientifically to sperm as it can get, and they were placed inside of you. You took to the procedure almost immediately. I'm just...I honestly thought that you knew Alison. I'm so sorry." Jordan whispers, her voice aching with guilt. There seems to be some disbelief still radiating within Alison, however, as she looks down at her stomach and then up at Emily.

"I'm...I'm pregnant?" Alison cries softly. In the sound of hushed cries and unbelievable surprise, Jordan digs within the file before she hands a tiny, black and white, square photo between the two women.

"Here's the sonogram if you would like to see," Jordan offers. Shaking, Alison takes the photo in her hands as she stares down at it. In the sea of black and grey, there is a very tiny blob. It probably couldn't have been bigger than a piece of fruit, but Alison could clearly make out a head and a tiny body. Choking on her cry, she looks up at Emily who stares down at the picture between them.

"Oh my God. Emily, look. I...I don't know... How are we supposed to..." Alison cries, the panic evident in her voice. However, the next move completely just shakes her to the core. Instead of the sobbing, or the anger that one would expect from someone like Emily, the swimmer gently placed both of her hands on Alison's stomach, her thumbs gently brushing a pattern into the fabric.

"It's our baby." Emily smiles, teary eyed at Alison. She leans forward, her lips nearly touching Alison's when both of their phones vibrate at the exact same time. With a deep sigh, Alison gently pulls out her phone and stares down at the message and suddenly a whole new onset of tears begin.

Congratulations, bitches. If you can't parent baby Emison, I'll be glad to adopt. You can thank me later. ;)

A.D

What in the hell were they going to do?