Infatuation (PLL Emison AU)

Dirty Little Secrets

A/N: I know I've been slow to update, but if you know me you will notice a pattern that once I get near the end of a fic, I drag ass because I'm not ready to let go. *insert Kevin Hart meme "I WASN'T READY!"*

It's a legit theme. Most of my other stories have me apologizing near the end for being the slowest updater ever. Anyway, thanks for the continued patience. Enjoy this monster of a chapter.

Note: Some triggering content ahead.

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Chapter 41:

Dirty Little Secrets

It hadn't taken long for Alison to climb in to Emily's bed so she could be close to her again. It was easier for Alison to move around than it was for Emily. The damage to Emily's internal organs had been severe, so when she moved it put an incredible amount of strain on her body. The pain had been so intense the first few days that Alison could feel her shaking in her sleep.

Alison moved around a lot more than Emily. She tried not to smother her. She also made it a point to move back to her own bed when she heard someone approaching.

She was sly, never getting caught breaking the rules once, at least...for four days.

Four days after they'd been put into the ICU room together Spencer walked in and found them together, asleep in Emily's bed. She hadn't had the heart to separate them.

Neither one of them had been coherent enough to talk to the FBI, and it wasn't something that was being pushed. The evidence pointing to Alex was overwhelming, and Alison's initial statement to Toby had given them plenty to go on, which had been what Toby and Marco were aiming for. The Bureau still wanted their statements, but they had a mound of evidence they were sifting through with Rosewood PD.

Shortly after Spencer had left Emily had woken up to find Alison next to her. Alison's position in the bed didn't look very comfortable, but the pain medications had knocked her out.

Emily reached over to stroke her face. The blonde's cheek had turned a blotchy yellow-green as it healed. She gently pressed the tip of her finger against Alison's temple and drew an imaginary line outlining her face, carefully stroking her jaw.

Emily smiled at her, thankful that she was alive. That they were both alive.

She had been lost somewhere after she'd been stabbed. Her father was there. He had gripped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. They'd talked about his time overseas and how he dealt with killing people.

She'd been struggling with her humanity and where to toe the line, uncertain that she deserved eternal peace. Because she was sure that what she'd been doing with Alison wasn't the same thing that her father did overseas.

She was afraid her dad wouldn't approve of her relationship with Alison. But Marco's assessment of how Wayne would want to walk both girls down the aisle was right. When Emily talked about Alison, her entire face lit up. She was truly happy. And that's all he'd ever wanted for his baby girl.

Maya had surprised her, walking up behind them. It had been very similar to the way Jason had come to Alison in her dream.

Emily had blinked in surprise. Seconds later she found herself sitting on the edge of an empty stage where Maya's band used to perform. Maya had been beside her. Emily had taken a moment to appreciate the fact that Maya looked happy and healthy again. The last memory she had of her was horrific, and seeing her again was just what she needed to move past what she'd seen in Lyndon's house that night.