A/N: This is my first Pretty Little Liars fanfiction! It's a season 4 complete re-do, Mona has been revealed as Original and Uber A. Toby and Spencer have broken up after the big A team reveal, Emily and Paige aren't together anymore either. Please comment and review, thanks.

"Do you think if we did it all over again, we'd be right here, still best friends?" Spencer Hastings wondered aloud, leaning back on her white, satin sheets. Next to her, in life and in this moment was Emily Fields. During these grueling, terrifying two years, the girls only had each other and Hanna and Aria, of course. A, the elusive monster that she was, had been taken down by the four liars.

Let's just say that Mona went down swinging. She spun tales of lies and deceit after she was exposed for the first time. Using the wonderfully sweet Hanna to her advantage, Mona convinced everyone she was done with the A game and was released from Radley. Little did any of the girls know that it was not so shockingly, all a well crafted tale. During her time in and out of Radley, Mona had ensnared Cece, Wren and the ever so loyal Toby in her manipulative web. If it wasn't for Spencer and Hanna's detective work, they may have still been being tortured.

"Spence, you didn't just ask me that. No matter what, no matter who or why, I'd still be where I am right here. Sitting in this exact spot." Emily sat up, tendrils of her obsidian hair in her glowing, coffee colored faced. Out of all the girls, other than Hanna, who was Emily's first supporter, she felt closest to Spencer. When she was with her, it was as if she was looking at the other, smarter and more intense self. Curling up toward the taller girl's side, Emily squinted, trying to decipher Spencer's thoughts. "What's going on in that Ivy League brain of yours?"

Brushing her violet nails against Emily's tanned forearm, her dark eyes filled with a deep, indescribable emotion. Her voice grew husky, "do you really wanna know?" Spencer sighed, this whole A ordeal was still taking a toll on her. Her lip quivered, it's minty gloss shimmering.

"I want to know Spencer, bottling up your emotions and theories is what got you into the Radley mess. You need to talk to me, to all of us." Emily ranted, but stopped when she realized the fact that she had brought up the dreaded Radley situation. Spencer's cheeks grew a beet red and she avoided Emily's gaze, hugging her sweatpant clad knees. "I didn't mean it like that, I want you to be open with me. Ali was wrong, Spence, secrets don't keep us close."

"I was thinking about Ali, ok. I thought that if she was alive, if she just turned up one day, what would happen to all of us?" She said, exasperated.

"Why would you say that? Yes, things would change, but we would finally get answers. Everything would be the way it's supposed to be." After all this time, Emily still had a soft spot for her first love, Ms. Alison Dilaurentis.

"If only I could be as positive as you, Em. That's what I love about you." Emily's face reddened slightly, but that happened when she received most compliments, she told herself. "Ali was wrong, you know. You're not the weak one, you're the strong one. You see the world as it should be, you always want everyone to be happy. That's what makes you strong, not weak." Spencer's crooked smile lit up her face, she cared about sweet Emily more than most people in her life.

Resting her head on Spencer's shoulder, Emily let out a timid yawn. "Can I just crash here tonight S?" She asked, pushing the mound of textbooks off her bed.

"Of course, I'll get us some sweats. Do you want your regular, or do you feel like changing it up. Doesn't the Rosewood Shark logo get old?" Spencer giggles, a rarity for her.

"Don't dark, gold buttoned blazers ever get old?" Emily retorted, rolling her eyes playfully at her friend.

Throwing the powder blue, sweatpants at the swimmer, "shut up and put on the pants."

"Ok, Officer Hastings." She bursted into a fit of laughter, and dashed to the closet to change.

2 hours later

Midnight fell on Rosewood, as a hooded figure sprinted through the streets, high heels clacking against the pavement. They held a crowbar tightly in their clutches, busting in a window in The Brew. Shattered glass covered the floor, as the individual crept into the quaint cafe. Taking two cans of red and black spray paint out of a violet coat pocket, they began to spray obnoxiously large letters. It read "You think I'm gone, you don't know the half of it -A."