Title: I want it all.
Summary: "You're mine, loser. You always have been." Alison has been in hiding, not rotting underneath soil. She's back at home in Rosewood and she wants Toby back. Alison\Toby\Spencer. Multi-Chapter.
Authors Note: The scene between Toby and Alison in the new episode ( season four, episode one ] inspired this. I plan for it to be a multi chapter. This chapter will basically focus on Alison returning and will include (maybe) a flashback with Alison\Toby. I promise a Spoby endgame.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
She was never one for being scared, for being weak.
But she got everything striped away from her that night.
A shovel hit her over the head, buried alive, with only a hand to grab onto for support.
And all she can think about is how she's going to miss Toby.
And the girls.
And maybe Ian.
And maybe her brother Jason.
She's going to die. She's going to cease to exist, her secrets are going to be buried with her.
And she can't breathe, can't think straight, her vision is cloudy, is blurry.
Her scream is muffled by something. Maybe the dirt?
She's supposed to be asleep at a sleepover with her four best friends.
Not this, not being murdered.
She wakes up the next morning inside some tacky motel room that looks eerily similar to the one they used in Physco.
"Where am I?" It's the first thing that flows out of her lips and she sounds so vulnerable.
Alison DiLaurentis is not vulnerable. She's just not.
"Be quiet!" A voice whispers sharply. Alison's lips turn downwards in a frown, she lets out a small huff but obeys the orders. It's better than being dead unless this is a twisted version of Heaven (unless she's gone to Hell, which is likely.)
"Look, you have to stay hidden until it's safe." The same voice states, a figure emerging from beyond the shadows.
"Until it's safe? When will that be?" Her voice laced with sarcasm as she rolls her eyes and sits up straight in the bed that she's been dumped onto.
"I don't know. All I do know is that it's not safe for you, somebody wants you dead. Somebody thinks they've killed you and that's the way it's going to stay." The voice orders and Alison would die to know who the voice was. It sounded familiar, it sounded almost like her. She pauses, registering everything that has just been said. She's going to have to play dead, like a dog or a rat or possum or something.
"Who are you?" She asks after a beat, the voice sighs and steps forward from the shadows. And it's her, staring back at her. The same eyes, the same hair, the same chin, the same face structure, the same ears. It's all her. Is this some cruel joke? Some bad nightmare? Is this Hell? Is she really dead?
Before she can even open her mouth, her mirror is starting to explain.
"We're twins. They gave me up for adoption or something, don't ask why. I don't know, trust me I've tried to figure out why. Maybe it's because I'm mental?" Her twin suggest, an eyebrow raised and wickedness laced throughout her voice.
"I'm Courtney." Her twin states, stepping closer, thrusting out her hand. Alison looks at the hand with disgust, before placing her own inside of it and shaking it firmly.
"Alison."
"I think this might be the start of a beautiful friendship." And there's something about Courtney that she doesn't trust. Something is off about her and she'll do anything to find out.
"Wait, so you have a twin?" Hanna asks dumbfounded. Alison's fingers tap against the granite counter top in Hanna's kitchen, a small smile being placed upon her lips.
"Yes. Now you have to catch me up on everything. I don't know what's happened to any of you since I've been dead," She rolled her eyes on the last word and rested her head in her hands.
"I came out," Emily says proudly. Alison's eyes widen with surprise.
"Good for you, Em." She congratulates, she turns to Hanna, appraising her figure. She had really lost some weight, it was cruel and she had already mentioned it but it was true. She had shed her baby fat and she looked great.
"Well as you can tell I've lost weight," Hanna gestures towards her body, "And I have a boyfriend!" She gushes rather excitedly. Alison claps her hands together, jumps out of her chair and runs over to give Hanna a small hug.
"Who is he? Someone I know? Is he delectable?" It's just like old times, nothing's changed yet everything has.
"God, we're all in relationships." Aria states, rolling her eyes slightly. "Or we all were." She corrects softly, eyes downcast toward the floor.
"All." Alison repeats, a small squealing emitting out of her mouth.
"Tell. Me. Everything!" She squeals.
Spencer thinks it's best if they start with the A team.
They tell her everything.
The blackmail.
The lies.
The horror.
They leave out their secrets.
"And then my boyfriend was revealed to be apart of the team-" Spencer starts.
"Your boyfriend?" Alison asks incredulously, interrupting her. She had thought Spencer was having an affair with Melissa's boyfriend or fling but Spencer having her own boyfriend?
"Yes. But he was doing it to protect us. We all know you hate him but he really is good. Toby did it-"
Alison's heart stops.
It literally freezes.
Spencer can't be dating her Toby.
And Toby, her Toby, can't be dating Spencer.
"Please tell me you don't mean Toby as in Toby Cavanaugh." Alison sneers, her every word laced in the utter most disgust to hide her heartbreak. Spencer's phone starts ringing, she swipes it off of the table, takes one look at it and then prepares to leave.
"Oh, is that your boyfriend? Your previously thought to be dead best friend rocks back in town but you choose to spend your time with him instead?" Alison asks, fury racking through her body.
At the fact Spencer's leaving.
At the fact Spencer stole her boyfriend.
At Spencer, little miss perfect.
"You haven't been around for a long time Ali and even when you were you weren't the funniest person to be around. So forgive me if I want to hang out with someone who's nice for a change." And with that Spencer storms out.
The silence envelops them.
Alison can hear every little sound.
The tick of the clock, the shuffle of Emily's foot, Hanna's breathing -
"I dated my teacher," Aria admits in an effort to break the silence.
Alison rolls her eyes and glares at all of them before storming out of the house.
She was meant to be re-connecting with her friends, not finding out that they had all been so much better without her.
AUGUST 1ST 2OO9
"Alison." Toby coldly greets as she waltzes into his room, shutting the door behind her quietly.
"Is someone not feeling their best today?" Alison pouts, her voice full of fake concern. She flops onto the bed next to him, her blonde curls spread around her head like a halo. Her feet dangle off the edge of the bed.
"You should leave," It was her fault he was in here after all.
"I asked you once and I'll ask you again. Stop sending those damn messages Toby, it isn't nice."
"It's not me Alison!" Toby exclaims, standing up. He shakes his head at her.
"Why would I do something like that? How would I do something like that?" Alison lies quietly on his bed, not breathing, not making a sound. She's still, silent, frozen.
"I loved you once Toby," She says quietly, it's almost a whisper. He almost doesn't hear.
He chooses to ignore it because he loved her once as well.
If only for a brief time.
If only because she was Alison DiLaurentis.
"Go." He states, his head facing towards the door. He doesn't want to look at her, can't look at her.
"Fine. I'll leave," And then she's out of his room and out of his life.
He comes home just before she dies.
Jenna lets him go the day she dies.
Alison finds out about him and Jenna the day she dies.
(She finds out about how Jenna used Toby.)
And he hates this.
This complicated mess he's been dragged in to.
PRESENT
"Toby?" Spencer calls out as she steps inside of his apartment, shutting the door behind her.
She drops her set of keys onto a table and wanders over to the couch.
"Hey," A soft voice from behind her says. Spencer turns her head around to see Toby, a small grin etches itself onto her face. He walks over towards her and her arms intertwine themselves around his neck. His lips press against hers softly, she pulls away reluctantly.
"Do you have any coffee?" She asks, a laugh erupts from out of his mouth as he turns towards the kitchen. She follows him into the kitchen, dumping her purse on the table.
"Have you heard about Alison?" She asks, she's not sure if it had made the news yet. He shakes his head, turning around to face her.
"She's alive." She states, stressing the word alive.
And it's like a bomb goes off.
The cup of coffee that once was in Toby's hand smashes to the floor, shatters all around him.
And Alison's alive.
And it changes everything.
Because Alison has things on him he doesn't want Spencer ever finding out.
Dear Diary,
This is stupid. The fact I have to write down all my deeper most inner secretive thoughts? I'm back. That's all that matters and I'm ready to play. Turns out Spencer is dating Toby. The girls always wanted what she can't have, when will she ever learn? Toby's mine, always has been and always will be. I have so much to tell you, I have a twin sister. She's helped me through this whole ordeal. I'm going to tell you everything, you're going to be who I trust most. Even if this is stupid but mark my words: I'm going to destroy that bitch.
Alison.
A\N: I lost around three hours worth of work on this and an hour of work on something else. This is short because it's like a prolouge, not my best writing seeing as I had lost everything and I was so proud of what I had written prior to losing it. Ugh. Reviews are much appreciated!