12 Hours, 10 Liars: A Pretty Little Liars Fanfiction Story

Side Notes: If you haven't seen the episode Over My Dead Body and the prequel episode The First Secret, please do before reading this fanfiction. It'll make a lot more sense this way…since this is a Season 2 showdown conclusion to Pretty Little Liars that begins just minutes after Over My Dead Body. But even if you don't want to watch these episodes, you can look up things from either one or both on Pretty Little Liars Wiki.

Hour 1:

About 10:35 P.M. at night, in a certain mostly pale green and dark green interrogation room…

Still dirty and now very much afraid Aria, Spencer, Hanna, and Emily sit and wait for what seems to be their inevitable end at the hands of the corrupt police officers Darren and Garrett. They look teary eyed at the shovel on the pale brown table used to incriminate them of killing Alison. Hanna can't help but say something now, "with us looking like the gravediggers, what's…?!"

Emily starts to insists, "Hanna…"

Hanna goes so far as standing up with a glare directed at her, "no, I have no intention of sitting our executions out!"

Spencer urges, "even with capital punishment, they…!"

Hanna mutters harshly, "Spencer, they are the law! God! We can't even get a good goodbye right." She plops down on her chair hard with her head and arms across her side of the table.

Aria sighs hard, "I hate to say this, but Hanna's right. Who knows if tomorrow comes for us?"

Emily sighs, "true." Suddenly, they hear shattered glass as Jason is kicked against the interrogation room's glass window. Jason cries out at the same time, "no!" The clique gasps as they expect the worst. A dark brown side door to the right starts to open.

Hanna sighs hard, "well guys, least we had…some laughs." All four of them stand up before the figure that just walked in, not sure whether to trust her or not. It was Alison herself to their great shock, in the same dark blue dress that Emily saw her in roughly three hours ago.

Emily herself gasps, "oh my…how…?!"

Aria starts to add, "we thought you…!"

Alison pushes seriously, "first bitches…are you coming?"

Hanna sighs hard, "I'd rather be anywhere but here."

Spencer adds hurriedly, "all opposed?! Good." With no objections, Alison quickly leads her now truly reunited original clique through the room before dizzy and coughing violently Jason can move after them. Some glass pieces behind him have hints of dark red liquid dripping from them.

Earlier, soon after Jason supposedly left the police station…

Jenna by herself is on the other side of the interrogation room glass. She is talking lowly to Jason by cell phone, "talking to Spencer's dad… What the hell were you thinking, drunk?!"

Jason's voice over cell phone laughs a bit over that, "don't worry. I'm not drunk. It was just paying my final respects to the blackmailed: Nothing more. But I want to finish what we started."

Jenna somewhat relieved sighs a little, "good. You get to cover Garrett's shift: In case the liars try to finish it first."

Presently…

Alison presses with a hint of worry on her face, "hurry!" As footsteps close in from both directions behind closed doors, they take the dark brown backdoor into a hallway parallel to the large police office room.

Simultaneously, Jason barely shouts over his picked up cell phone, "Ali…son…!" He falls unconscious from the head trauma, just as Garrett and Darren enter the interrogation room with growing worried looks.

Garrett urges, "I'll take care of him. Go!" Darren hurries out through the back way while genuinely worried Garrett calls in an ambulance.

In the hallway…

Jenna on her way out with the coast clear of other police officers had just picked up her cell phone. She cries out lowly over the cell phone, "what are…?! Jason?!" Jenna then somehow realizes Alison and her best friends from years ago are running for the same way out, with Darren angrily firing bullets after them. Alison's clique just runs faster, the bullets missing them.

Jenna reflects bittersweetly, "how…poetic." She takes out a old fashioned cigarette lighter in the other hand and uses it to quickly light the wooden side door nearest to her. Jenna hurries out the main door as fire alarms go off.

Spencer mutters to herself, "why, that evil bitch!"

Alison sighs hard, "the bolder…the move." She runs right past the spreading flames halfway across the floor, with Spencer and Hanna single file following her lead. Darren pauses running and almost shoots Alison from the side, but interestingly hesitates long enough for her to escape.

Darren mutters harshly to himself, "damnit to hell!" He jumps over the flames before they rise up high enough to stop Emily and Aria from doing the same. Darren almost catches up to Spencer and Hanna, but Hanna pushes the door into then temporarily dazed Darren hard from outside to knock him over long enough for them to get away.

Hanna mutters in cold anger right before leaving hurriedly, "that's for getting too close to my mom's grapefruit."

During Darren's short lived chase…

Aria sighs hard, "what now?!"

Emily presses, "this way!" She and Aria go through a already unlocked door to the side, getting to safety.

About five minutes earlier, in the police office area…

The clique's parents beside Emily's and Alison's parents are mostly very nervously about their daughters being in this much trouble, when the fire alarms go off and Garrett hurries back to the office area. Hanna's mom sighs hard, "finally got Caleb's…birth mom. Why the hell aren't our daughters coming out here?!"

Garrett solemnly lies, "Jason needs medical attention…because of your daughters."

Aria's mom insists teary eyed, "you can't be sure of…!"

Spencer's dad mutters angrily to Garrett's face, "bastard! They may have all done terrible things, but..." Garrett glares back at him during it all.

A random police officer presses, "I don't know what you're all still doing here, but this is an emergency! Help is on the way, and we have to do our job." A significant number of police officers are heading out of the police station, setting up a perimeter around the building. Two of them though are carefully carrying unconscious Jason out of the building.

Aria's dad sighs hard, "I don't like it either, but let's go." They all hurry for the main entrance, but the main way out is mostly cut off by flames where the aflame door used to be.

Garrett urges, "follow me!"

Spencer's mom remarks, "not that we have a choice." Garrett leads the parents inside the police station out of the police station through a certain still unlocked backdoor. Back inside, the police station's check in desk starts going up in flames along with its papers.

Darren over comlink informs Garrett, "I did what I could…but those liars are fricking gone."

Hanna's mom mutters harshly, "bastard cops."

Garrett mutters, "ten four. Anyone else?!" The same answers come back from several random police officers.

Aria's dad sighs, "come on. Emily's parents are probably getting to the airport by now." Without another word, Aria's, Spencer's, and Hanna's parents leave the scene.

As soon as they're gone, Jenna from inside Garrett's police car calls him, "we need to talk: Now!"

At 10:41 P.M., in a certain mostly black and pale white apartment…

Ezra Fitz is in his apartment on the dark green couch. He sighs hard as he starts to write a text to Aria via his black cell phone. It says so far, "I'm really sorry I couldn't come see you, but I…" Then he gets two message notifications. Ezra Fitz mutters, "could this get any…worse?"

He sees a message from his ex-finance Jackie Molina, which says to his further breaking heart, "now that you're single, please do consider taking me with you. The only reason why I didn't give that stuck up Aria away was for you and Ella. You both already have been through too much...without Ella having to talk to her own daughter about seeing you."

Ezra Fitz mutters to himself, "stuck up, my…ass. My god: Aria!" Soon after looking uneasily at the unseen second message, he hurriedly and worriedly pockets his cell phone and grabs some other things on his way out.

At 10:53 P.M., on sidewalk a block away from the station…

The five good liars pause to take a breath, with Alison beginning to walk normally and the other four following her example. The police station fire's smoke is visible beyond the nearest two houses. Fire trucks escorted by a few police cars are on the way there, not noticing the good liars. Alison chuckles, "why Hanna…I didn't know you had it in you."

Along with most of the good liars, Hanna glares back at her, "is that a crack about my weight?"

Alison assures Hanna, "actually, no: You look good for a framed gravedigger. You all do."

Spencer mutters, "thanks."

Emily checks, "so what's the plan?"

Alison chuckles a bit, "I arranged a late birthday gift for everyone. But first…there's our escort to the "party" in a matter of minutes."

Spencer wonders, "but who would…?!"

Aria realizes, "oh my…! I don't know what to say."

Ezra Fitz's silver gray car had just appeared around the street corner Alison's clique is now running for. Alison muses, "happy anniversary."

Ezra comments, "don't push it." He had just unlocked the car.

Alison sighs a little, "right. Everyone else sit between the seats." She gets into the back herself to lie the furthest away from the front across the back seats. With not much time to lose, the other four good liars sit around the seats. The car shortly after relocks, with Ezra Fitz starting to drive them towards Alison's intended direction.

Aria sighs a little, "this better be worth the trouble, Ali."

Alison figures, "hey, there's only room for four girls down there. And after the trouble I went through to save you, I'm saving this dress!"

Emily mutters to herself, "I don't believe this."

Spencer sighs hard, "I do. You haven't changed a bit, have you?!"

Alison reflects with a sigh as she glances at the rear car window, "one way or another, A got all of us hurt. But my troubles: It's something that I wouldn't…even dream of putting others through." The last six words nearly give Alison tears: Something the other four good liars didn't see coming.

Hanna wonders very uneasily, "really? Rosewood's Queen Bee of 2008…is troubled? I didn't think you could be."

Spencer adds, "seconded."

Ezra Fitz mutters, "I…can. Sorry. Concentrating on the road." It was very hard in the dark night to see any of the good liars' faces with the way they were arranged, but Ezra Fitz had just felt that at least Aria was glaring in his direction. And Alison certainly was glaring back at him too.

Emily wonders, "what happened?!"

Aria sighs, "can we just wait until A is busted to do this?! Please?"

Alison sighs hard, "so many secrets…so little time. I don't even know if I'm going to die for real tonight."

Emily uneasily adds, "don't say that."

Spencer urges with a troubled sigh to Alison, "fine. We don't have to go into your story now: Can you at least tell us for sure who A is though?"

Alison easily says with pauses as if she is checking her test answers, "Jenna...Garrett…Jason…Noel...Darren…and hopefully-turning-in-his-grave Ian. Did I pass your pop quiz?"

Emily quickly answers, "you didn't have to."

Spencer mutters harshly, "Emily…!"

Emily goes further, "no, let me finish! A has tried to humiliate, threaten, and kill us all. Alison wouldn't have saved us all from facing death at the same time if she was A."

Spencer realizes somewhat embarrassed, "I…guess. Sorry, guys."

Aria assures her, "it's ok. We've clearly all been seriously hurt for a long time now: Regardless of the details…and of who we want to share what details with."

Alison chuckles a bit, "Em no longer shy, Spence no longer begging for the spotlight… It reminds me…of Neverland." She sadly looks out the rear window again on the last two words.

Along with the other three good liars besides Alison, Hanna chuckles a bit in reflection, "been there myself."

Alison sighs hard, "now it reminds me too much of… Forget it."

Emily starts to insist suddenly shaken, "Ali…if…"

Alison mutters harshly, "I said forget it! At least…until I can bring myself to say it. Because sooner or later, secrets get out: Even back from the grave. Please…sigh…talk among yourselves on our way if you have to: Just leave me out of it." With that though, the rest of the car ride toward the edge of Rosewood is awkwardly silent: Even Ezra Fitz is.