Always Loved, Never Forgotten - Alternate Version

Alison's Morning

Wow, it's been forever. But, it is September once again, and the 11th is coming up, so I decided what better time to finally finish this story?

Enjoy! :)

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Tuesday, September 11th, 2001
Boston, Massachusetts

*7:00 a.m.*

At exactly seven in the morning, Alison Dilaurentis-Fields' alarm clock goes off in the hotel where she is staying.

She is to be at the airport in just over an hour, so she can fly home to be with her wife and children, whom she has not seen since last Friday, a whole five days that feels like five weeks.

Alison quickly throws on some clothes, just a comfortable shirt and pants that also look "half decent." She packs her toiletries, grabs her shoes and jacket, and loads up the trolley with her suitcases.

At the airport, Alison stands in line to check in. There are tons of people here, milling around, some hurrying to get to their business meetings, and Ali even spots a mother and her three children holding up a sign.

She watches as the crowd of people just disembarking the plane disperses, and a man dressed in camo is greeted by the three children running over to him, screaming "Daddy!"

Once she is checked in, Ali goes to the waiting area for her gate. Then she decides to call Emily. Her wife should be up with their twin daughters right now.

"Hey, baby," Emily greets.

"Hey, Em! How's everything there? The kids giving you a hard time or anything?"

"No, nothing like that. Jon was very helpful last night with the twins. He took a shower and laid his clothes out without much fuss and kept the babies entertained while I had a shower and something to eat."

Alison is impressed with this. Don't get her wrong, Jon is by no means a child with behavioral issues (except for his ADHD) or anything, but he is still a nine-year-old boy who has his occasional moments of disrespect, attitude, and not listening.

"Wow! Maybe we should think about paying him more."

"That's what I was thinking. Maybe we could discuss when you get home?"

"That sounds good. I was just wanting to call you to say that I am going to be getting on a plane soon. I'll be there around 11 a.m. or so. I'm going to come home, freshen up, and then go to pick him up for lunch?"

"That sounds good. How about I come with you. I can go in to check him out and then you can surprise him in the car?"

Alison agrees to that and, after speaking for a while longer, Alison says she has to go because her flight is going to be called soon.

Ali takes her phone and plugs it up in one of the many outlets underneath the window.

She has approximately 25 minutes before she has to board, so she decides to do the last minutes things, go to the bathroom and grab a bottle of water from a vending machine.

As Alison is looking through a magazine, she hears a sudden cry from what sounds like a young child.

Looking up, she sees a redheaded little boy, no older than 3 or 4. An older child, this one about 8 or 9, also a boy, is standing beside the younger child, who is holding his cheek as a little one would after being hit in the face.