Hi! Apparentallt my brain cannot come up with one idea at a time. Lol. So, I know I've said that I will only do one story at a time, but I also think that having two stories on-going at the same time is a great cure for writers block (I don't have writers block right now, but if I do, then I can just take a step back and focus on my other story for a few days until I get a sudden blast of inspiration, which I always will. In this story, here is what you ned to know:

-There is this gang made up of two families (The Drakes and the Vanderwaals), called the A team, who like to control each other. Two people from each family are elected to lead, and they can make you do what ever they want you to. You have no choice. If you disobey them, they torture you. If you continue to disobey them, they kill you. Basically it's a really bad place to be.

IMPORTANT CHANGES IN THIS STORY:

-Jenna is Toby's biological sister, and she's nice. She isn't blind, and she is twelve.

-Tom doesn't exist, and Ashley is married to Ted.

-There is no tension between the Hastings and DiLaurentis.

-Alison, Spencer, and Hanna are biological sisters, but they don't know it. They are adopted, and think they're cousins.

-Alison was never a bully, and Paige doesn't exist.

-Toby is dating Spencer, and both parents approve, unlike the show. Marion is alive.

-Mary and Jessica are not related in any way!

-Jason and Melissa are biological siblings, both raised by the Hastings. They're fraternal twins.

AND LET'S GET ON WITH IT!

Mary's POV

"Okay, Mary, It's time to push!" shouts a nurse. I use all my might to push the first one out, and soon cries are heard, but before I can hold her, she is given to a blonde woman. I think her name's Jessica. The nurse squeezes my shoulder. "Mary, I know this is hard, but you signed away rights months ago. The baby is a DiLaurentis." Her tone is sickly sweet, too sweet, and the sympathy in her eyes is completely fake, but I'm thankful for it anyway. I look at the baby again. She looks almost exactly like My great Aunt Ali. That's what prompts my decision. I grab Jessica's hand with my weak one, and she gasps. "Alison. Her name is Alison." I tell her. She nods. "O-of course." She agrees. She steps back into a group of people, and soon I can't see my firstborn, and I need to push again.

When the next baby comes out, she looks very similar to the first, but has slightly different proportions. They're both beautiful, and she reminds me of my friend, Hanna Vanderwaal. She was killed last year. They both possess the same carefree spark in their eyes. Only, Hanna's hair was Raven. "Hanna Marin. That has to be Hanna Marin." I tell Ashley, Hanna's adoptive mother. She nods, and they swaddle Hanna before handing her to Ashley, who once again blocks my daughter from view in the crowd.

"I need you to push one more time, Mary!" The nurse soothes. I scream in pain, but manage to get the last child out. This baby has a full head of chestnut hair, and coffee colored eyes. She lets out small wails, but there is something elegant about the way she does so. Once again, she is wrapped up and handed to Veronica, who beams down at her. She clearly takes after me. It may be foolish, but I tell them to name her my middle name, Spencer. Spencer Hastings. It has a nice ring to it. I think. "Spencer is a beautiful name." Veronica coos down at my baby, and the three woman start to walk away.

I scream. "No, my babies! They're taking my babies!" I scream as they are carried out. The women stop, awkward looks on their faces. "Please! This was a mistake! I can protect them from the A team! I promise! Just, please, give my babies back to me." The women just look more determined, and clutch my children to their chests protectively. "Mary, we all signed the papers. These are our children now." Jessica says. I sob. "Please." I whisper. 34 years of torture at my families hands cannot come to this.

I start to cough rapidly, and the nurse looks at my heart monitor. "She's going into cardiac arrest." She confirms. She says something else, but I start to cough up a red substance. I look up to see the woman gone. They've taken my babies with them. I stop fighting. There's nothing to fight for anymore. I let the nurses sedate me, and fall into oblivion.

I wake up to the sound of a hospital beeping. Not the same one I was in. A completely different environment. I feel my stomach, but there is no bump. Then I remember. They're gone. I jump off of the bead, and head to the window. The ground floor. These people are idiots. I'm filled with rage. These woman took my babies from me. Never again will I trust anybody but myself. I make myself a promise then and there. I will get my babies back.

I grin, running my hands through my hair, before climbing out of the window, and running away from the sick hospital I came from.

TWO WEEKS LATER.

Ashley's POV

Hanna giggles as I pull up to my sister's house. We've made some ground rules. We raise our babies as cousins, and they don't know anything but. The nurses called us as we left the hospital. Mary survived. We know she can't be allowed to see our daughters. We won't let her, and she has no legal standing, anyway.

Ted lifts Hanna out of the car, and passes her to me. He's her father, but Hanna and I have been practically joined at the hip. I knock on the door, and it's opened by a smiling Ken. "Hey!" I give him the best hug I can considering I'm holding a baby. Jessica walks in, holding Alison. She hands her to Ken and tackles me in a hug. "Ash! How are you and Hanna?" she asks. "Great! She's all laughs!" I exclaim. Jess smiles. "Ali too!" she hugs Ted, and then leads us into the kitchen.

Veronica's POV

I pick up Spencer, who clings to my chest in the most adorable way ever, and carry her into Jess's house. Peter lifts up both Melissa and Jason with him, and we walk in. Melissa runs into Ashley's arms as soon as she sees her. She always loved my younger sister. Jess, being the eldest, brings over a plate of cookies. Jason runs to hug her. He then comes and takes Spencer. "How ya doin', sissy?" he asks. We laugh at his bad pronunciation. Melissa has a turn, and runs off with her and Jason to play soon enough, giving her to Ashley. Spencer nestles into her shoulder, and she laughs. "She's so cute!" Jess exclaims. At that moment, Jason runs in, grabs 5 cookies, and is out before anybody can stop him. We all burst out laughing, but Hanna starts to smell, so Ashley takes her and Ted home. We soon follow, hugging Jess, Ken, and Ali goodbye, and head back too. We meet like this most days, and the babies always find a way to steal the spotlight, especially Hanna. Spencer, on the other hand, seems a little shy. We also meet with Pam and Ella, two sisters who gave birth a month apart, and it seems like all our kids will be great friends in the future.

16 years later

Spencer's POV

"Jason!" I call. He pops his head in the door. "What's up?" he asks. Both my siblings decided to stay home, and Mom and dad love having them around. "Can I use your charger? The new one from Mom hasn't arrived yet. It's 23 minutes late." I groan in exasperation. Jason laughs. "Sure. Just don't lose it." He knows it's pointless, as you could ask me where every item in this house is and I would give you an alphabetised list. Unlike my cousin and one of my best friends, Hanna.

He hands it to me, and my sister walks in. "Texting Toby?" she asks. Jason crosses his arms. I roll my eyes. "Yes, and you can stop with the over-protective brother behaviour, because you look like you're going to spontaneously combust." He grabs my phone, and gestures to Melissa, who holds me down. "Sorry, Spence, but this could be juicy." She explains. I ask him about a French project, and this is what happens? Oh. My god.

Jason looks relieved. "okay, there's nothing out of the ordinary going on, but if this guy so much as hints at anything, I will make him sorry." He says. Melissa lets me go, and Mom and Dad come in to see what the commotion is all about. Dad snatches the phone to read for himself, but mom takes it before he can and hands it to me. I smile gratefully up at her and plug it back in. "Guys, It's young love. Give her some privacy." She exclaims. My phone chimnes, and I look at it. "It's Toby. He's here to drive me to school." I say, grabbing my coffee and bag, and heading out the door.

Toby grins at me. "Rough morning?" he guesses. I give him a look. "Don't even ask." I roll my eyes. He laughs. "So, I'm guessing Jason annoyed you? Want me to make it better?" He asks. I immediately lean in. After 10 seconds of making out, somebody clears their throat. "You guys do remember that there's another person in this car, right?" Toby's little sister, Jenna reminds us. She's in her first year at Rosewood High, and rides with us till she passes her test. Toby rolls his eyes. "How could I forget?" he asks. Jenna laughs.

When she gets to the car, she jumps out to join her friends, Shana and Sydney. They're her age, and seem nice. Hanna runs up, and immediately starts talking. "So, I heard that Naomi saw Lucas making out with Riley, and now they're not speaking, because he cheated, but apparently…" I zone out, and walk to our other friends. Caleb clamps a hand over her mouth, and rolls her eyes. "Han, I think Spence stopped listening a while ago. He tells her. She bites his hand, and he yanks it away, screaming. "I will get you, Hanna Marin!" He shouts, and chases her into the building. Aria begrudgingly hands me a 10. I look at her. "What? I'm sorry I won the bet, but you shouldn't be surprised. Hanna and Caleb are always the first ones to cause a scene!" I laugh and she rolls her eyes. The bell rings, and we head to class.

I sit at the front next to Toby, discretely inching closer and grabbing his hand as he smiles at me , Ali and Em push their desks together, practically sharing a chair, and Aria just stares at Mr. Fitz, who sneaks glances at her when the students aren't looking. Hanna and Caleb arrive halfway through class, giggling, and rushing to the seats we saved behind Aria, as Mr. Fitz rolls his eyes, knowing there's nothing he can do t stop Hanna and Caleb from being, well… Hanna and Caleb.

At lunch, we all sit on the steps, talking. "Guys, do you see Bridget Woo drinking out of her bag?" Hanna asks. We turn around, and sure enough, Bridget is sipping what looks like tequila as discretely as she can. She already seems pretty drunk, and I wonder how she can even get through classes with that thing.

Suddenly, a loud band is heard, and Bridget collapses to the ground, a hole in her head. People start screaming, and teachers rush in to see what's happening. They gasp, and surround Bridget, but then people in black with red masks start bursting out from the trees. Carrying guns. "You can see we're not afraid to kill to get what we want!" One shouts. He continues speaking. "We're looking for 3 girls. All we know about them is that one is a brunette, the other two are blondes, they go to school here, and they were born on August 9th, 1993. That would make them 16." I freeze, and look at Hanna and Ali. Toby pushes me behind him discreetly, not wanting to attract attention.

"Give them to us, and you can all go free. Or you can be re-united with the alcoholic over here." He says, gesturing to Bridget. Em, Caleb and Toby try to sneak us from view, but a girl with ginger pigtails sees. "They're over there! All 3 of them! Right there!" she shouts. I stop, like a deer trapped in headlights. A woman wearing a mask slightly different from the others turns around, and locks eyes with us. "Hello, girls. There's no need to be afraid. Come with us, and nobody gets hurt." She tells us. It's my turn to push Toby behind me, to his protest. He manages to get me to at least go to his side, much to mine. The woman seems amused. "Well, aren't you a picture. Just like Mary. I don't suppose you know who she is. Now, you are going to answer my questions, or Bridget gets a friend. Maybe more. What's your name?" She folds her arms, and somebody grabs, of all people, Jenna. Toby's eyes widen, and I throw my hands up. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a teacher dialling 911, and know I need to keep them distracted, or they'll kill Jenna, who cries silent tears. She tries to smile at Toby, but can't quite manage it.

"S-Spencer Jill Hastings." I stutter. The woman seems satisfied with my response. "And the others we're looking for?" she asks. I barely pause. "Hanna Ashley Marin, and Alison Lauren DiLaurentis." Normally I'd lie, but not when my Boyfriends little sisters life is at risk. The woman cocks her head to the side. "And the people clearly so adamant about protecting you?" she asks. This time I hesitate. The person with Jenna inches the barrel towards her head. "Emily Fields, Aria Montgomery, Caleb rivers… and…" The woman gets impatient. "Speak!" she shouts. Toby pulls me close. "I'm Toby Cavanaugh, now let my little sister go!" he shouts back. The woman laughs. "See, I can't do that. The two blonds over there? Belong to me. The brunette you're cradling? Belongs to me." she starts to get angry, and is about to say something else, when police surround the building. It happens as fast as lightning. One minute the people in masks are there, the next they're gone.

I let go of Toby and we run to make sure Jenna is okay (A.N. I wanted to explore the path of making Jenna a kid, so here we are), as she is shaking on the floor. I feel eyes on my back, and turn around to see one person in a red mask, still watching us. I shake them both, and they look up. The person turns and runs. I think it was the one who shot Bridget. I look over to her, only to find her body gone. Was that the police… or the masks? And what are the masks actually capable of? They're clearly fine with killing to get what they want.

A policeman takes Jenna away for questioning, and Toby wraps me in a hug. Hanna and Ali walk over to us. "What the hell just happened?" Ali asks. Hanna looks around, wrapping her arms around herself. Caleb, Em, and Aria join us. (A.N, Emily and Aria are cousins) "I have no idea. Have you two been involved in anything that would make a horde of people in guns want to come after us?" I ask. They shake their heads.

Xxx

"So, you were sitting on the steps, eating lunch, and these people burst in, and tried to threaten you into leaving with them?" an officer asks. I nod. "Any idea what makes you so special?" she prompts. I shake my head. She sighs, exasperated. "You've been here for 4 hours. Go home." She tells me. I shakily rise, and exit the room. Melissa and Jason envelope me in a hug. Mom and Dad quickly join.

"Spencer, Hanna and Alison are waiting outside. We need to tell you something." Aunt Jess tells me. I cautiously follow them out, where Han and Ali stand there, shivering. Uncle Ted wraps Hanna in a hug. He then starts speaking. "16 and a half years ago, a pregnant woman approached us. She said she had been looking into us, and that we were just right for what she needed. We were intrigued, so we asked her what she wanted. We had just got back from a 6 month vacation in the Maldives, so nobody had seen us in town. At all." Uncle Ted explained.

Aunt Jess carries on. "She needed somebody who could care for the babies, and protect them from somebody who was after her, and them. She told us that these people would never stop looking." She explains. I start to realise what's happening, and lean on mom for support. Dad continues. "You've probably guessed by now. Those babies were you three. You're biological sisters." he explains. Hanna gasps. Ali lets out a cry, and I jolt away from Mom, into Toby's arms, who strokes my hair. I look at mom. "Why are you telling us this now?" She starts crying. "This changes nothing. None of us could conceive, Ash and Jess since birth, and my body was wrecked when I had Jase and Mel. You're all still our children, and we wanted you so badly."

I know I can either hold a grudge for the rest of my life, or just let it go. Han and Ali will choose the second option. I could potentially choose either. I've almost made up my mind, but I look at mom again. She looks… broken. I run up and wrap her in my arms. "You're still my mommy. I just have a few more sisters now." I whisper. She lets out a sob of relief, and we both collapse into each other, holding on like our lives depend on it. "I love you, Mom." I whisper.

Veronica's POV (FLASHBACK)

"Mommy! Mommy!" Spencer's cries are hears as she runs into the family room. I catch her in my arms, and Jason and Melissa come in behind her, laughing. "What is it, guys?" I ask, picking up my four year old daughter. Jason and Melissa sit on the couch, where I bring Spencer over. "I caught a butterfly! Look!" Spencer opens her hands, and it starts to wildly fly around the room. Spencer wails now that it's gone. I garb a plastic cup, and once the butterfly lands, quickly trap it once again. I than grab a plastic tub from the fridge, and put it over the butterfly.

Spencer watches me, admiration in her eyes. "So, what are we naming him?" I ask, my cheeks flushed. She shakes her head. "It should be free." She says sadly. I wrap her in my arms. "I'm proud of you. Most four year olds I know wouldn't be able to be so mature. Go play with Jason and Melissa." I tell her. She hugs me for a few seconds, than runs off to her siblings, who each grab her hand, and lead her up the stairs.

I release the butterfly, and put everything back. I'm we spend the rest of the day playing, since It's Saturday, designated family time. I tuck my children into bed, as Spencer has trouble sleeping on her own. She's scared of the dark, and when she wakes up she needs somebody to hold her until she falls back to sleep. She hugs me tighter than usual, her wild chocolate hair, hanging just below her shoulder blades, still damp. I kiss her forehead, and turn out the light.

I'm just about to head to bed myself, when I spot a face at the door. Somebody I never thought I'd see again. Mary Drake.