A/N: So, one of my new obsessions has been Switched at Birth ever since my ASL teacher showed us the first episode a few weeks back. And of course, being the fangirl that I am, I just had to write a story about Bay and Emmett, because I love them more than words. This starts right after the mid-season finale, and I made Daphne and Noah together. Hope you like it, and don't forget to review.

~Mock

Signing is in italics

Text messages are in bold

Bay punched a button on her CD player angrily. Throwing her hair up into a messy bun, she immediately went over to a blank canvas, and brought out all her shades of red paint. Not even bothering to see which can she dipped her brush into, she began throwing all of the red onto the paper in a random disarray.

She couldn't believe Daphne had the nerve to steal Noah like that. Hadn't she just been dating Travis? Bay thought that if she could have one solid relationship, just one, she might just be able to move on from Emmett. But no, just like everything else in her life since she found out about the switch, Daphne had to steal everything that was important to her.

Well, except Emmett. Bay tried not to think about it, but somehow, her thoughts always jumped back to Emmett. After they'd started going out, Daphne had tried to split them up, take Emmett back, but Emmett had stayed by Bay's side.

Bay thought back to the latest piece she'd done, for the protest at Carlton. If Daphne, Travis, or even Natalie had asked her to paint something for them without telling her what it was for, Bay would've declined. But it was Emmett. And in her heart, Bay knew she could never deny Emmett. If he wanted something as simple as a painting, she couldn't find it in herself to say no.

Turning her music up, she splattered more red paint on the already covered canvas. It definitely wasn't her prettiest piece, but it showed so much emotion for such a simple thing. All her anger, all her frustration, all her confusion, she'd been able to take out on her painting.

Bay wished she could have shown Regina. She was the only one who really understood her art, now that Zarra was gone. Well, other than Emmett…

No! It sometimes hurt enough to even go to school with him. She had to get all these thoughts out of her head. Constantly thinking about Emmett just wasn't healthy, period. Bay put aside her newest painting, along with the others she was considering showing Regina when they went to Minnesota to visit her in rehab.

Meanwhile, Angelo, the only other person Bay might have considered sharing her art with, was currently in New York, trying to track down Lana and their new daughter. Bay's little sister. Who, of course, had been taken out of her life just like everything else. Now, it was just her, her mom and dad, and Toby. Oh, and Daphne. Daphne still resided in the guest house, even though Regina was currently absent.

Bay wiped her the back of her hand across her forehead as she started a piece much like her last one, though this time, the colors were all in blue, representing her pain and sadness. Try as she might, Bay just couldn't seem to put on her usual mask of indifference. She could almost get it right, but every time her expressive eyes gave away her pain. Bay couldn't count all the times her mom had asked her, "Bay, honey, are you okay?" this past week.

Bay flicked the last bits of paint off her brush and onto the canvas. It was almost identical to her red one, and she couldn't decide which she liked better. She placed it over by the red one, and dipped her brush into her always-ready can of black. Very carefully, Bay inscribed four letters at the bottom of each of her new pieces.

BMKV. Bay Madeline Kennish-Vasquez. If she wanted to really get into the technicalities of the whole switched at birth thing, her name could actually be Bay Madeline Kennish-Vasquez-Sorrento. But really, it depended with Angelo. Sometimes Bay thought of him as her father, and other times, she was sorry she'd ever started looking for him. But overall, he was a decent guy. At least he tried so hard to be a good father to both her and Daphne, amongst working everything out with Regina and Lana.

Ugh. John, Kathryn, Toby, Regina, Daphne, Adrianna, Angelo, Lana, her new baby sister… her family was enough to make Bay's head spin. Sometimes she really wondered if she was just losing her mind in all the chaos. And now, it looked like Nikki was about to join their hectic lives too, if she and Toby were really serious about their engagement. Bay pressed her fingers to her temple in frustration. Too many names, too many people… too many possibilities for who she could have been if she hadn't been switched.

Flipping through various paintings around her studio, hoping for a lucky find that would give her inspiration, Bay came across one that she'd almost forgotten about. The painting was nothing special really, but it was her signature at the bottom she'd tried so hard to forget about. BMKVB.

Usually, Bay wasn't one for clichés or stereotypes. Hell, she'd tried for years to distance herself from those types of girls who thought makeup was the most important thing in a girl's life. But there was a time she couldn't resist tacking Emmett's last name onto hers, just to see how it would look. Bay Madeline Kennish-Vasquez Bledsoe. Hell, even simply Bay Bledsoe sounded like music to her ears. It was funny, she'd never tried out names with any of her other boyfriends. But Emmett was different. Emmett was special. Until he'd made that mistake that had cost them everything.

Sure, essentially, Bay had forgiven him now, and wanted to be friends with him. But Emmett had been right. They couldn't just be friends, not when there was always something more between them.

"Bay! Can you come in for dinner?" Bay's head whipped around towards the sound of her mother's voice. Reluctantly, she put down that old painting and grabbed a rag, wiping off excess paint on her forearms. Yanking the ponytail holder out of her curly dark hair, she left her studio and entered to the main part of the house.

Dinner that night wasn't formal, much to Bay's relief. That meant she could eat in her room if she wanted to, if she couldn't stand looking into Daphne's eyes tonight. But no, the world wanted to torture her with something much worse than just Daphne. Tonight of all nights, Daphne had chosen to bring Noah home for dinner. And while Bay was positive she didn't have feelings for Noah if he was just going to use her to get to Daphne, it still stung a bit to see them together. Like rubbing salt into a wound.

No. Bay just couldn't take it anymore. "I'll be back," she grumbled as she went out the door. She heard her mom's attempts to ask where she was going, but Bay didn't bother sticking around. It was time she took her situation into her own hands. She didn't know yet if her decision would be for better or for worse, but she had to try. Her pain was too much to bear.

Starting her newly red car, she grabbed her phone, and typed out a quick text message. Before she had time to change her mind, she hit send, already half-hoping she'd get no reply. But her stronger half knew that this was what she needed to make things right.

Emmett sat alone in his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the beat of his overly-loud music. While rehearsing with the band, Toby and Nikki, trying to be helpful, had given him a list of songs that might help him. "Music's always helped me whenever I'm feeling down," Toby had said and signed. "Maybe it can do the same for you." With nothing else to do, Emmett had looked up the lyrics to some online, and had to admit that his band mates were pretty spot on.

Being deaf, Emmett never really had a preference for certain genres before, but had always leaned towards music with a strong beat. Country music had never really seemed like the best option. But Nikki had insisted he give this one song, She Wouldn't Be Gone by Blake Shelton, a shot. And somehow, the song had helped. But it also hurt.

Emmett closed his eyes, signing the lyrics he'd already memorized along to the distant beat he heard. It probably wasn't spot on, but it worked for him. His signing was hard and fast as he thought about that night's he'd lost his Bay. He let all his heartache pour into his hands.

When the song was over, Emmett opened his eyes, and felt a single tear roll down his face. He still couldn't believe he'd let Bay slip away. He could have saved her so much heartbreak if he hadn't messed up so bad, saved her from himself. He'd seen the pain in her beautiful dark eyes when he'd told her what he'd done. And now, she was trying to deal with Daphne dating Noah. If he'd never slept with Simone, it was likely she'd never have dated Noah, and wouldn't care about Daphne being with him now.

All Emmett cared about was her heartbreak. He knew he deserved all the pain he got after what he'd done. But Bay shouldn't have to suffer because of it. Again, for the millionth time, Emmett cursed his stupidity. He flung off his headphones, not in the mood for music.

A few moments later, his mother's head appeared in his doorway. She'd been dealing with him as fragilely as possible ever since his breakup, and even more so since the protest. But Emmett wasn't going to break just because his old school was going to be inhabited by 50% hearing kids. Sure, it annoyed him, but that just meant he'd still get to see Bay. Emmett had gotten along much better with hearing people since Bay had come into his life.

Are you alright? his mother signed. You've been in your room all day. Why don't you go visit Daphne, get your mind off of things?

Sure, go visit Daphne. And chance a run in with Noah? No, Emmett would pass on that. He wasn't sure if he could resist punching the guy for hurting Bay. But all he signed was, No, I don't really want to see Daphne, or anyone else, right now. Trust me, I'm fine up here.

His mom still had an unconvinced look implanted on her features. The protest and Travis's move in, combined with her worrying about Emmett's wellbeing, had been a toll on her. But there was really nothing she could do. Emmett knew that his only cure would be for Bay to come back into his life, as his girlfriend, and that wasn't going to happen any time soon. His mom lingered in the doorway for a few more seconds before signing OK, and backing out of the room, leaving Emmett alone with his thoughts once more.

Looking to his right, Emmett saw what had basically become a shrine to Bay. All the pictures they'd taken together, he'd plastered to his board. When they'd been planking, on his motorcycle, and even the pictures from prom, all displayed like a never ending reminder of what he'd had.

He'd never meet another girl like Bay. Daphne was constantly pointing out girls to him, trying desperately to make him see something there that just didn't exist. When they'd met Robin, Emmett thought for sure Daphne was going to force him to make a move on her. Sure, Robin was just his type… before he'd met Bay.

Bay, Bay, Bay. Everything came back to her. Sometimes it seemed like his whole purpose in life was to love that girl. He'd done nothing else since meeting her. Even when he'd first seen her, back when he thought he was in love with Daphne (before he'd ever known the real meaning of love), he'd noticed Bay. And since then, no matter how hard Daphne tried, he didn't notice anyone. His first thought, always, when meeting a new girl was, she might be amazing, but she'll never be Bay.

Crossing the room, he took a picture of the two of them at prom in between his fingers. Bay had the widest smile on her face, and so did Emmett. That was before she'd known what he'd done, before he knew he'd have to confess that night. That night was supposed to have been beautiful. He was going to tell Bay how much she meant to him, that she had become his whole world. Instead, he'd gotten all too familiar with heartbreak.

He also caught sight of a picture he preferred not to think about. But today, it just seemed to be calling to him. Emmett grabbed it from underneath a different photo, and just stared. While at his dad's house, Olivia had managed to capture a picture of Emmett and Bay kissing on the couch. How, Emmett didn't know, but he was thankful for it. It was another reminder of what was, what could have been, and what still might be, if he was patient enough.

He didn't want to wait any longer for Bay. He wanted her now. But waiting was one of the many consequences for his mistake, and he was willing to pay the price. Anything for Bay.

Suddenly, the light on his phone started glaring. Emmett picked it up off his desk, noticing immediately that it was a text from Bay. Opening it and reading the message quickly, Emmett could feel his eyes getting wide. He grabbed his jacket off the door and ran downstairs, stopping only to sign quickly to his mom that he'd be back. Running outside to his motorcycle, he swung one leg over, flung the helmet over his head and started the engine, driving as fast as he could towards that one place he had to go. His Bay was finally calling him, and that one little sentence, those five little words she'd typed had meant so much.

Meet me at the timeline.

A/N: And this is the product after watching all of the Emmett/Bay moments in the first season of SaB. I seriously need to get a life… but until then, I'll be continuing this fluffy little story, because, let's face it, these two have had to deal with enough angst. Not to say there won't be some angst in this story… but I won't give anything away ;D I hoped you liked it, and please review!

~Mock