Emison/Titanic crossover fanfiction
It is set back in 1912, on the Maiden voyage of the RMS TITANIC
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This is my first time writing fanfiction so I apologize if it sucks..
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"Alison, darling. Would you please stop giving me grief and get out of the car. We don't want to be late to board." her mother pleaded once more. The blonde refused to budge from her seat in the back of the cab. She simply scoffed and crossed her arms and slumped back into her seat. "YOU perhaps don't want to be late to board, I'm perfectly fine right here!" she spat back curtly.
"Alison please, Mother has a pounding head ache and I can't deal with you being difficult on top of all this stress" her mother responded in her typical, unemotive manner. "Remove yourself from the cab this instant, I won't keep asking."
"Good, so I won't have to listen to your exasperating nagging for much longer." Alison shot back. Not at all willing to give in to her mother's wishes.
"Why must you always be so difficult? Ever since the day you were born; always so stubborn, always so ready for a fight. Why can't you just be obedient!" her mother's serene tone had now become harsh, and filled with obvious annoyance. She looked over to her daughter, hoping the girl would for once comply with her orders. But nothing. Alison shifted herself over to farther side of the vehicle, arms still folded and with her face looking out through the open window. Silence.
"Alison Lauren DiLaurentis!" her mother screeched, "I will not have you treat me in this way! I am your mother! You will obey me! You will remove yourself from this vehicle right this very moment and that is final!"
Alison scoffed.
"THAT IS IT!" her mother slammed the door shut and made her way to the second vehicle. "I can't deal with the girl anymore. I simply can't. She's impossible." she grumbled to the handsome young man who was ordering the help about. "YOU THERE, BOY! You mind yourself with those!" he shouted out at a young lad, no older than 11; who was unloading their luggages from a third vehicle. "Those there are more valuable than your life, boy." the handsome young gentleman continued, "you be careful. For if anything were to be damaged you'll be finding yourself in a good deal of trouble! You hear?" The boy nodded timidly and proceeded to remove the articles from the back of the cab. Now slower and more cautiously after the young man's threat.
"Ought to keep an eye on that one" Alison's mother stated snarkly, "I do not like the look of him! I should not like to find anything of ours missing." her eyes following the boy's every move. "Mr. Harrow!" she called out to a tall, stern looking man dressed in a dark gray suit. She motioned for him to come to her.
"Yes, Madam?" he inquired. In his voice, of the deepest one could ever come across.
"I should like for you to keep a watchful eye on the boy" she glanced over to the youth at work, "maybe lend a hand, most of our luggages are on the heavier side and I would be most displeased if anything were to happen to their contents; or for anything to find its way from inside."
"I will see to that, Misses." he responded with a nod. "Oh, and give a little something; for the boy." she called out.
The tall gentleman nodded and walked off to assist and keep watch over the boy.
"Now, what is it you were saying Jessica? About Alison, I presume? the handsome boy asked, smiling widely.
"Ahh yes, my goodness the girl. As stubborn as a mule, she is. She's refusing to board the ship! Sitting in the cab, protesting to make her way from it." Mrs. DiLaurentis sighed. "Go speak some sense into her, Daniel, shall you." She pointed over to the black vehicle where her daughter sat in protest. "Haha, why of course, Jessica." he didn't seem surprised.
"I wish you all the luck with that one." she chuckled. "I raised one hell of a terror for you there, Daniel, dear. You are sure to have your work cut out for you!"
"I'm certain I can handle her" he winked back. "Won't be long and I will make of her the perfect lady, my dear Jessica. A wife envied by all. Already, she is the most beautiful young girl anyone had ever laid there eyes upon. Takes after her mother, for sure."
"Oh hush, you charmer, you." she waved her hand and smiled. "You are most certainly exactly what my Alison needs. A firm, strong hand. I could control her, nor could her father. He is for sure to blame for how she turned out. Gave her her way from the moment she knew how to demand it." she looked dismayed. "She resents me, for still being here. And he not. She favored her father. Can't blame her, I admit" Mrs. DiLaurentis wiped a tear from her left eye.
"Jessica, you are the most amazing mother a young girl could ever dream to have. Alison knows that." Daniel reassured her.
She nodded lightly and smiled back. "Oh my, Daniel! The time!" she looked down at her watch. "Do get my daughter out of that car and make your way over to the ship. We will be leaving very shortly." she waved off and made her way off towards the ship.
"Alison, sweetheart. Now what is this I hear?" Daniel peered his head into the car. "You not wanting to be off to the greatest city in the world, on the greatest ship ever built. Now what silliness is that?"
Alison scoffed.
"Now hear, I will have no more of this behavior! You will get out of the car immediately and start acting like a proper daughter and fiancé." Daniel ordered to the blonde. For the first time today Alison reacted. "Excuse me?" she reponded sharply. "Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?" she turned around and uncrossed her arms. "You don't own me! My mother doesn't own me! I will do as I please!" she barked out at him. Before turning around again and back into her previous position.
"Alison." he started again, his voice now calmer. For he knew at this point, that this was the best approach to use with the quick-tempered, opinionated girl in front of him. "My love, please would you come. I couldn't possibly leave without my gorgeous fiancé."
Alison smirked. She knew what he was doing. She knew she'd have to succumb to their pleas eventually. For she knew she could not stay behind alone. Even though she wanted nothing more than to stay in England. But she knew this was a battle she couldn't win. She'd be off to New York soon enough. She hated them, for doing this to her. Forcing her to leave the place she called home, the place she had spent father's final days with, the place - where father was. She missed him so..
"So be it then, I guess we'll be off without our dear Alison." Daniel stated while placing his hat on his head. He began walking away from the cab and towards the ship. Alison sighed. She opened the door of the car and stepped out. "Daniel!" she called ahead. He smiled and kept walking, cane in hand. "Jesus, will you wait up!" she yelled out. He continued at his current pace until he reached the one entrance to the ship. A few moments later Alison was beside him. "Why look who decided to join us after all" he mocked.
"You aren't fucking funny." she shouted before elbowing him out of the way viciously and making her way inside.
"Women.." he laughed at the gentleman boarding the passangers, before making his way onto the ship after her.
- 6 days earlier -
"I don't know about it, Em" Hanna's face contorted. "Come on Han, it will be amazing. And you keep sayiny how much you miss home. Now here, home!"
Hanna shrugged. She wasn't denying it - nor was she admitting to it. But in all honesty, she did miss home, terribly. She really missed the weather, and the food of course; the two things she complained most about in all the time they'd spent in England. But most of all she missed her mom and dad, especially her mom. She'd been such a difficult teenager, both she and Emily alike. That's how they found themselves all the way in England - from their small town of Rosewood, Pennsylvania. It started as minor rebellion, y'know the norm - smoking; a little alcohol experimentation; boys...well, in *her* case; ditching school etc.. It got to the point where their parents decided if they couldn't control their daughters, the would find someone that could. An all-girls boarding school. For sure, Emily probably wouldn't have minded that too much; but the two free-spirited girls were not the types to be controlled. It was Emily's idea to run off, to seek adventure in a foreign place; to be free. Everything, basically, was Emily's idea if one came to think of it. She flashed the two boarding passes in front of Hanna; a ship bound for England. Hanna, who was always so whole-heartedly on board with all of Emily's crazy antics and at times - ludicrous ideas, felt uneasy about this one. She didn't like the idea of having to go to boarding school, but nor did she like the idea of running away to some place she didn't know; and where she knew no-one. And, she was also not too thrilled with the idea of travelling over water for days. "Em, I don't like this..." she spoke softly, "that's a little extreme."
"So what? You would rather spend the next three years of your life in some boarding school half the country away?
Hanna fumbled her hands, "No, of course not, but, England, Em? I mean, I haven't even been to more than four states." Emily grabbed Hanna's face in between her hands, "Now where is your sense of adventure?" she let go of Hanna's and spun around the room. "Think of all the fun we would have, the memories we'll make" she was in her own world. "It would just be until we are 18, then nobody can tell us what to do. And we'll come back, and begin our lives; making our own decisions."
"COME ON, HANNA" she yelled excitedly. She grabbed her friend's hands and pulled her to her feet and pressed her face to hers, "I'm not letting you say no!" Hanna's eyes flickered down, and soon enough a small smile spread across her face. "Is that a yes?" Emily smirked as she squeezed her friend's hands. Hanna couldn't win, and especially not with Emily being so adorably excited about this. "Welllllll?" Emily inquired again. Hanna looked up and without a word, just nodded softly. "Yessss" I knew you'd come around."
Now here they were, two and a half years later re-enacting a similar scene.
"Why don't you want to go back, Han?"
Hanna looked down, "I don't know - just scared, I guess"
"Of what?"
"Change; going back and facing my parents; that Goddamn ship"
Emily laughed, as visions of Hanna on their journey to England came flooding back.
"Not funny, Emily"
"It is though"
"Ugggh, I really hate you sometimes. Y'know that, right?" Hanna grumbled.
"Mhmm, I know" Emily winked back cheekily.
"Everything will be fine, Hanna. This ship is like no other ship ever built, and with it being filled with rich snobs - they'll be sure to make it a pleasant sail. Our parents will be infuriated, but probably more glad than anything to have our delightful asses back" Emily chuckled. "We've saved enough money to go back and begin our lives, with whatever it is we want to do. This was the plan, Hanna."
"Yeah, I know.."
"So good, get your ass up and start throwing away crap you don't need and start packing your bags. We leave in six days!"
Hanna nodded. She was scared, but excited.
- present day -
"Boarding passes, ladies?" the gentleman asked as they reached the entrance of the ship. Hanna felt her palms get clammy and her stomach fluttered. This was it. Emily handed their passes over and they entered the RMS Titanic, the grandest ship ever built.
"Wow," they both gasped simultaneously.
"This is incredible, Em."
"I knew it would be amazing, but not like this."
Hanna nodded in agreement.
Although, as they ventured further down towards the third-class deck - where they'd be spending the following 10 days; their sense of amazement diminished. Of course, it was nothing like the top of the ship where they'd entered; where everything had been kept polished and clean and in the best possible state. The walls down here were painted a dull off-white color, and made of thin board. Where as, top class had beautifully crafted wooden walls and carpeted floors, which obviously made it warmer. They didn't get to see beyond the entrance of the ship, before having to go down to their designated area - but they could only imagine the rest of splendour that was situated just above them. Of course, with it being third-class, one could have expected it to have passangers with behaviors to match. They were very loud, but still pleasant. Just really loud. They made their way down the narrow hall way.
"6B! This is us, Han" Emily called out to her friend who was huffing and puffing along with her suitcases. Emily rolled her eyes. She opened the door to find a small cubicle; it had three sets of bunk-beds and a single sink on the far side of the room beneath the small window. "I get top bunk" Emily yelled and she hopped up.
Hanna walked in and dropped her cases, "Not fighting you on that one, Em." And she too, plopped herself on her bed. Hanna nodded off to sleep almost immediately - typical Hanna. Emily lay on her back staring at the ceiling, she reached her hands behind her head and let out a deep sigh. About 15 minutes later, a young mother entered the room with her two small children; Emily assumed about five and seven years of age. No one else joined to occupy the last bed, which relieved Emily in a way. No loud, obnoxious, drunk men in the room. She looked over to the mother tucking her exhausted youngsters in to bed. She smiled softly and rolled over on her side, closed her eyes and faded off to sleep..
"Alison, do get yourself ready. Dinner's in an hour" her mother's voice called out from the room across from her own.
Alison rolled her eyes.
"I won't be going!" she snapped back. She sat in front of her dressing table and ran her brush through her long blonde locks. She stared blankly into the mirror.
Despite all the blessings life had bestowed on her, Alison wasn't a happy soul. She was undoubtedly, the most breathtakingly beautiful girl you could ever wish to encounter. With her ocean blue eyes and gorgeous golden hair - that was envied by all, her perfect smile and flawless body; Alison had everyone always falling at her feet from the moment they lay eyes on her. Her beauty blinded them; making them oblivious to her terrible ways. Along with her mesmerizing beauty, she had this way about her that simply intrigued people. She could manipulate the hardest of persons - with her sweet, angelic-sounding voice and her captivating smile; everyone was her puppet. She knew this, and she loved it. That was the only thing Alison truly felt a form of love for, power. Furthermore, she was a miserable 17 year old girl, who went through her life unemotive. The only person she ever actually loved, was her father. When he passed away, she withdrew even more and became even more guarded. No one ever knew what she was feeling, and thing was, that, not even she herself knew. So the only emotions they saw from her were those of anger; discontentment; irritability; and of course, the occasional put-on display of a smile - when it was needed.
She sat there, still, in front of her mirror - robotically brushing through her long curls.
"ALISON DILAURENTIS!" her mother's aggitated voice now filled the room - that was easily four times larger than the cubicle in third-class. "Why can you never do as you are told, I beg of you Alison. I told you to get ready half an hour ago, yet here you are still, in the same position you were 30 minutes ago. You unnerve me so, Alison. Now, for the love of the Lord; get yourself appropriately dressed for dinner."
Alison scoffed.
"I won't be joining you, enjoy your evening!" she spat out and returned to her reflection.
"You will too be going, and I will have no more of this" a loud voice came from behind her. Daniel's. He grabbed Alison by her wrist and pulled her to her feet. "Jessica, I have this situation sorted to," he turned to her mother. "Go see to yourself to be ready for dinner and I will see to your daughter" he nodded to her, and she nodded back. Leaving the room, all too relieved to have him controlling the girl. "DANN-NII-ELLL" Alison cried out, trying to break from his grip, "you're hurting me."
He kept his grip strong, "will you be getting ready for dinner, then?"
"Y-Y-YESSS" her voice now shaking and with tears streaming down her face, Alison surrendered.
"Good"
He let go and proceeded towards the door, "half an hour" he commanded before walking out. Leaving her a weeping mess on the floor. She stroked her wrist. It didn't hurt, really. The tears were brought on more by her defeat than anything else.
"Fuck you" she muttered.
Alison sat in silence all through dinner, she simply shut herself off from her surroundings, from all these people around her that she couldn't stand. She had no appetite, and sent her plate back to the kitchen untouched. Dinner came and passed and they would soon be walking back to their suites.
"Alison.." Daniel grabbed her softly by her hand before she could make way to her room. He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them, "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, about earlier.. It was uncalled for. I should never have laid a hand on you" he soothed at her wrist. "I'm fine, it didn't hurt" she responded.
"It still doesn't make it alright! It shall never happen again, promise." he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. Alison smiled. He seemed genuine, and maybe he really did care for her..
"I love you" Daniel said softly. He looked into her deceivingly angelic-looking eyes, seemingly waiting for her to return the words.. She didn't.
Alison nodded. Kissed him on the cheek and turned to her bedroom door.
She lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, when tears began to flood from her eyes. She rolled over on her side and cried herself to sleep..