There just isn't enough Hanna/Emily fics out there, it's unacceptable. This was originally supposed to be a one shot, but I'm taking too long to finish it, so I decided to make it a two shot. Takes place after the finale, but I'm not too sure how much of it actually happened. I'll say all the church stuff never did. I own nothing, of course. If you don't like the pairing, don't read, and don't review. Maya will not be in this fic, so don't expect her to show up. Just saying. Enjoy, and please review!

"So do you have a type?" Hanna asks as they lay on Emily's bed, ignoring Mrs. Fields packing down downstairs.

Emily bites her lip and rolls her head to the side to look at Hanna, wondering if she's asking seriously or just teasing her again. The blonde is looking back at her with what Emily thinks is a genuinely curious look on her face, her smile a friendly and encourage one, and not a playful one.

The air in the room shifts, and she tenses up, feeling a little awkward about having this conversation. Then she remembers that this is Hanna, the first person in the entire world that ever made her feel comfortable about herself, and she feels ridiculous for even hesitating.

"Paige says I like ballsy girls," Emily answers, the words coming out a lot easier than she anticipated.

Hanna considers this, thinking of Alison and Maya, and she can see it. But then. "Wait, you talked about this with Paige? Was this before or after she tried to drown you?"

Shit. She definitely wasn't supposed to say that. She looks sheepishly up at Hanna, who is now sitting up in her bed and glaring down at her questioningly.

"Are you and Paige …" Hanna doesn't need to finish the question, because the look on Emily's face gives her all the answer she needs. She thinks about it, and figures she should have known that's why Paige was such a bitch. How fucking cliché.

Emily tugs on Hanna's arm to get her to lay back down beside her. "It's not really like that, though. We're not together. We've kissed a few times, but she's too scared to come out of the closet, and I don't want to be her dirty little secret. I think I have enough secrets as it is."

Hanna doesn't know why she's so relieved to hear this, but she tells herself it's because she doesn't trust Paige to treat Emily right (she did try to drown her after all). "Well, good. Her hair is tragic." Emily knows she shouldn't laugh, but she can't help it. Hanna turns her head to look at her friend and smiles because Emily is smiling. She feels for the brunette's hand on the bed, and intertwines their fingers as casually as she can. "Besides, I can't be the only single one. We're supposed to not be alone together, remember?"

"Yeah," Emily replies, suddenly feeling her breath hitch her throat when Hanna shifts closer and leans her head on her shoulder. She assumes Hanna is thinking about Caleb, and she tries to make herself think of Paige, or Maya, or. She doesn't even know who she's supposed to be thinking about anymore. She closes her eyes and waits a moment before turning her head and burying her face in her friend's blond hair, fighting every impulse she has to press her lips against it. "I remember."

The two of them lay there for the rest of the afternoon and try to forget about mothers who won't listen and moving boxes and exes and dead friends and anonymous psycho stalkers and whatever these weird feelings stirring inside both of them are.

Hanna is able to wait a whole day before asking Mona in study hall.

"Ew," she answers, momentarily stopping her texting to raise an eyebrow at her best friend. "Honey, we don't want to be ballsy. We want to be fierce. And you're as fierce as they come. Well, besides me, of course." And with a flick of the wrist, she's back to texting whoever she's texting

Hanna rolls her eyes and grabs her bag. "Thanks. I'm going to lunch early."

"How ballsy of you," she hears Mona say as she walks away, and she smirks.

She tries to avoid being alone with Emily until she figures out what the fuck is going on with her. It's hard to do considering anytime the four of them are together all she wants is for Aria and Spencer to leave. She's not sure if Emily can tell she's trying to avoid her, and she's not sure if she wants Emily to be able to tell.

Hanna isn't really sure of anything these days.

Caleb comes back to Rosewood on his white horse and declaring his love for her. Apparently Lucas won't talk to her, but he will drive for hours to pick up her ex. Boys are so weird.

They sit at her kitchen table for hours and talk about everything. She's emotionally exhausted by the end of it, but she feels like this huge weight has been lifted off her chest. In the end, he asks for a second chance, but she declines. But this time it's not about trust, or even pride.

(It's not even the Emily thing, she tells herself, but she's a bit less sure about that one).

She had thought he was her first love (and maybe he was), but she knows now that she was stupid to think that she'd ever be able to make their relationship work. Not with all the secrets everyone (she) was keeping. Caleb had managed to get himself wrapped up in all the A drama without even realizing it, and the last thing she wants is for anyone else to get involved. Especially when it seemed like all of Rosewood already was.

(And it was the Emily thing).

She can tell he's hurt and disappointed, but he accepts her decision nonetheless. He tells her he's crashing at Lucas's house for night, but he'll be gone again in the morning. She hugs him tight, and when she pulls away, it feels like closure. And it feels nice, to finally end something and know that it's actually done.

Too bad everything else in her life was left open like a big, gaping wound.

Emily can totally tell that Hanna has been avoiding her, she just doesn't know why she is. She can only assume it has something to do with That Afternoon, but she can't tell if it's something she did or said, or if it's something going on with Hanna. Whatever it is, she hopes it's fixed by the time she goes to Texas because she doesn't want to leave with things still weird between them.

Actually, she doesn't want to leave at all.

She's tries talking to her mother about it, but she's adamant about going. She calls her father, and he's a little more understanding (like always), but he says that it's up to her mother to decide what was best for her and their family (like always).

At this point, she almost wishes A would do something to make sure she can't leave.

Almost.

Hanna really wishes she could talk to someone about this. She isn't talking to Mona after the Caleb Incident, things with Lucas are better but not good enough that she can talk to him about this, Emily is obviously off limits, and she's pretty sure Spencer and Aria would be able to see right through her.

She suddenly gets the stupidest idea she's ever had, and sets off in search of Paige.