A/N: Wuddup, PLL fam? Against all my angry inner-critic's advice I have been able to beat down my insecurities to come back at you with a brand new fic…that I am significantly terrified, as always, to share.

Just a few things: First, go into this knowing that the vibe of this story is very different from "Matters of the Heart" and "Still Waters Run Deep". The biggest influential factor is the fact that this is baby Emison (compared to my adult Emison at least) in a completely alternate reality. Fetus Emison was new for me, and so was AU. So I'm a bit nervous putting it out there.

The vibe is also different, because unlike my previous two stories, this one is not heavily based in trauma and pain. That's not to say that everything will be all fluffy and smooth sailing. It's ME we're talking about here. Some shit *will* go down. And it'll hurt. But expect a ton more comedy, quips, and feel-good moments. But it wouldn't be PLL if in true fashion there weren't some bumps in the road, some twists, a mess of secrets, and a sucker-punch here or there.

Know also that this story doesn't have the same pace as my other two, meaning I wanted to be realistic in writing the age group when it came to my version of these characters and more specifically, why they act the way they do (I'm all about character growth). This story is more about the connection Emily/Alison have than it is a race to the bedroom. They're kids(ish)…they're growing. This story is as much coming-of-age as it is romance and mystery. But I tried to blend everything together in a way that should hopefully keep you entertained.

Last, ignore canon PLL family charts. I will specify who is related to who/who is dating who and how they came together. This is a story that will be with the characters you know, but their experiences aren't the same.

Thanks again to all you lovely people for your support. If you feel so inclined I'd love to hear your comments in your reviews (pitchforks are still allowed if you have them ready and sharpened).

Chapter 1:

At First Sight

Alison DiLaurentis remembered the first time she saw her. It was the last week in summer before senior year. She was walking through the park, watching all the people in her town and trolling for someone to become yet another one of her conquests. She liked to pull people in with her alluring nature and make them fall so in love with her that they would do her bidding without question.

A Queen needed her royal subjects. Her old subjects, Ben Coogan, Noel Kahn, Cece Drake, and Sara Harvey had all started to bore her. She manipulated them. Used them. But they let her, because she was Alison DiLaurentis, and she was fabulous. And anyone who was in her inner circle should consider themselves lucky.

Sometimes if they were really lucky and Alison was feeling extra charitable she'd let one of them worship her body, though she certainly preferred the bedroom hijinks be with Cece, as she had a soft spot for her. And Cece was good at it, too. Alison was more in tune with her than she was her other minions. She wasn't really attracted to the boys, and Sara was sloppy. Not to mention that Cece had a backbone, unlike the other mindless drones Alison had following her around. She was just as ruthless, if not more-so, than Alison, which is why Alison had plucked her from the plethora of students at Rosewood High back in ninth grade to be a part of her posse.

Cece was, by definition, detached in all sense of the word. But she'd helped Alison occupy her time after her relationship with her girlfriend in tenth grade went down in flames. But everything between them had always been strictly physical, because neither of them ever let themselves feel anything. Neither one of them could feel anything. At least, not for each other. Alison had never really felt anything for anyone. It had always been about the pleasure. Not the emotion.

Still, Cece was the only person Alison had ever even remotely cared about, unlike the rest of her goon squad. Unfortunately, Cece had graduated and moved out of the country. Sara was gone, too, which wasn't that big of a loss, but it left a void to be filled. Because that just left her with Ben and Noel, and they were idiots. So Alison was looking for fresh meat. She was hungry and couldn't wait to satisfy her cravings.

As she scanned the park for eligible candidates her eyes landed on a beautiful exotic girl across the trail she was on. She was leaning back against a bench, sunglasses on, soaking in the sun's rays. Alison imagined her eyes were closed and she was just taking in the warmth of the air around her. Something about the dark-haired beauty stirred something inside of Alison.

Hmm, what do we have here?

A little kid rode by the girl on his bike and the girl smiled at him and her beauty intensified tenfold. Alison was awestruck. The brunette was absolutely stunning. Her dark chestnut colored hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back in waves. Her smooth olive complexion was shiny and flawless. Her legs were long and toned. The tank top that she had on was riding up just slightly enough that Alison could see traces of her lean abs, and her jeans were low enough that she could see the curve of her pelvis. Her lips were large and plump and turned up into a look of gratification, not quite a smirk, but not quite a smile. There was something behind that smile, hidden secrets of the world that Alison had to discover.

There was a dog laid out lazily beside her on the ground. He was the biggest Chocolate Labrador Retriever Alison had ever seen. The girl leaned over and stroked his head and moved her lips as she spoke to him with a gentle expression on her face. The dog's tail thumped against the ground.

When she sat up she looked right at Alison, her sunglasses directly aligned with Alison's eyes. And at that moment Alison felt a strange pull to her. She felt captivated to be in her presence, which pissed her off, because that's basically the opposite of what it should have been. People should be marveling at Alison. After all, she was one of the fiercest and smartest people in Rosewood. And the hottest, too.

Yet this girl sitting a few yards away from her seemed indifferent. Oblivious. She didn't care. And that made her insanely attractive to the popular blonde. She had to know her. She had to have her.

Alison could feel the girl staring at her and she found herself wanting to look directly into her eyes, to see into her soul. When she realized that the girl was still looking at her she took the opportunity to walk towards her. She wanted to find out more about her.

Alison had never been shy. In her eighteen years of life she'd never met anyone she couldn't charm. She'd learned it from her mother, one of the only useful things she'd ever taught her. Alison prided herself on being a seductress. The girls who couldn't be with her wanted to be her. And who could blame them? She looked in the mirror every morning and saw how flawless she was. It's not like she was vain. She just loved airing confidence. Confidence begat confidence. She gave the brunette her best smile and flipped some of her golden locks out of her face.

Nothing.

Why isn't she groveling at my feet?

"Hey, I'm Alison," Alison introduced herself. "Alison DiLaurentis."

She said the name like it mattered, but the girl didn't flinch. In fact, she barely even registered her presence. She glanced at her indifferently, or at least it felt indifferent. Until she smiled.

"Emily." There was something about that smile. Alison could feel it in her soul. "It's nice to meet you, Alison." There was a pause and then, "Can I help you with something?"

"No. Just wanted to say hello."

Alison was irritated that the girl didn't seem to know who she was. Everyone knew who she was. She was someone worth talking about. And the brunette in front of her should feel honored to be in her presence. Yet she just peered at Alison through her sunglasses and motioned for her to have a seat.

"You got a last name, Emily? Or is it just like…Madonna?" Alison sat down next to her. "Or Cher? Or…"

"Fields."

"Never heard of her." Alison quipped. Her arm brushed Emily's and she felt a strange electricity coursing through her body. She felt the hairs on her arms standing on end.

"No," Emily chuckled. Good God, her laugh was even more to die for than her smile. "That's my last name."

Emily Fields. Pretty name for a pretty girl.

"I haven't seen you around before," Alison said.

"Haven't seen you either." Emily glanced at her, a strange look on her face, almost like she was holding back a smile. There was something cheeky about it, mischievous.

What are you hiding?

Was she trying to be coy with Alison? Downplay her popularity? Act like she didn't know her? Normally Alison didn't like that, but it suited the brunette. There was something genuine about her. Who was this girl?

There was a beat of awkward silence. Alison had a strange feeling in her stomach. It was like she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Was she…Alison Lauren DiLaurentis, nervous? She mentally scoffed at herself. Of course not. Alison DiLaurentis didn't get nervous. Alison DiLaurentis got whatever girl she so desired. This girl wouldn't be any different.

"I just transferred to Rosewood High for my senior year," Emily said, breaking the silence. "My parents live in the district, but I've been going to an all-girl's school."

"All girls, huh?"

That sounded like heaven to Alison. She could imagine ruling the school, girls throwing themselves at her. She could be the Lesbian Queen. She could wear a tiara and carry around a scepter. She smiled thinking about it. Emily had probably been very popular there. Alison suddenly frowned. She didn't like to think about that. She didn't want to imagine some harlot touching Emily's beautiful body.

"My mom is really strict." Emily nodded.

The most hilarious thing about it was that her mother had sent her to an all-girl's school because she wanted Emily to focus on her studies and didn't want her fooling around with boys. But Emily wasn't really interested in boys. She'd only been with one guy. And being with him had made her realize that boys were not for her. It was something her mother didn't know at the time. She'd basically sent Emily into a sea of girls for her to choose from. She'd essentially been a kid in a candy store.

Luckily for her mother, she was very particular about her girlfriends. There hadn't been anyone at the school who had really captured Emily's heart. She'd made many friends. She'd even dated a few. They'd felt each other up, but nothing ever got serious.

"Oh?" Alison asked.

She took a moment to try and interpret what it meant that Emily's strict mother had sent her to an all-girl's school. Emily was gay, wasn't she? Alison was usually pretty good at determining who was into what. She'd been around the block enough to know who was gay and who wasn't. So if her mother was strict why would she put her in an all-girls school? She decided to dig for more information.

"So, strict parental units? Sounds dreadful." Alison rolled her eyes. "My mother doesn't care what my brother and I do as long as we keep up appearances. Debutante balls and all that. She doesn't care what kind of girls I date..." Shit, I sound like a whore. But she was already in too deep, so she continued, "as long as they look good in evening wear."

Take the bait...

But Emily didn't answer the burning question on Alison's mind.

"Huh." Emily nodded in surprise. "You don't strike me as the debutante type."

"I don't know whether to be insulted or…insulted."

"It wasn't meant as an insult." Emily laughed again.

Her laugh, oh God, her laugh was just…it made Alison feel happy, weightless. Her stomach fluttered. It felt like it was doing flips.

"So, if your mom is so strict, how did you end up back here?"

Did she find out you were into girls and then freak when she realized you were basically swimming in suitors?

"Oh, you know, I just told her that private school was like so totally killing me." Emily twirled her finger through a lock of her dark brown hair, and it made Alison wish she could do the same.

She wanted to touch her. She wanted to covet her. She'd never felt like that before. She just didn't. She was Alison effing DiLaurentis. She was the one who was to be coveted. And usually she was. But this girl seemed impervious to her beauty, and that both annoyed and intrigued her.

Oh my God. Is she flirting with me or not? Is this what it feels like to be on the receiving end of being a plaything? What is happening here?

"Also, my dad is a total sucker for his one and only baby girl, so I played that card. I played it hard." Emily smiled.

"Ah, so you're a daddy's girl?" Alison teased.

God, she wanted to have this girl. She wanted to call this girl 'daddy'. Something about her made Alison want to drag her back to the bedroom and make her do things to her. She wanted Emily to tie her up and take her for all that she was worth. She wanted Emily to ride her until she couldn't see straight.

But at the same time she wanted to hold Emily, to place delicate kisses all along her body, to cherish her and make slow sensual love to her. She wanted to make Emily feel good. She wanted to love her.

But why? Why her? Why was she so drawn to her? What was so special about Emily Fields? She didn't even know her.

What is wrong with me?

"It's hard not to be a daddy's girl. He has always been there for me. Even when he's halfway across the world he's still there for me."

Alison wouldn't know a thing about dads who were there for their children. Her dad was never around, but she preferred it that way. He was kind of a belligerent bastard.

"Traveling salesman?" Alison guessed.

Emily couldn't help but laugh again. She seemed so happy and bubbly. She liked to laugh. Alison liked that.

"Military." She corrected her. "We've moved around a lot. We were in Rosewood when I was really little, but then we moved to Texas for a while. Then we were back here. Then we were on base in Georgia for a couple of years. Then Texas again. Then Baltimore. And somehow we ended up back here in Pennsylvania. It's not so bad though. I like it here."

"Of course. Because I'm here." Alison hated herself the second she said it. Jesus, be more conceited, Alison. She snapped at herself in thought. For some reason she actually cared what this girl thought about her.

"There are a lot of great people in this town." Emily didn't seem to mind her faux pas.

That confused Alison. Was she interested? Not interested? What couldn't she figure out about this girl? There was something she was missing.

"My cousin Toby and his step-sister live here. Toby will be a senior this year, too." Emily continued.

"Toby Cavanaugh?" Alison was suddenly nervous again.

Toby Cavanaugh hated her. His step-sister Jenna couldn't stand her. And the feeling was mutual.

"You know him?" Emily perked up, her smile making Alison's heart feel like it was going to implode. How could someone's smile look like that? Was this girl even real?

"I know of him." Alison lied.

For some reason, she found it hard to lie to her. There was just something so…free…so innocent about her. But at the same time, she seemed almost naughty, like she was hiding something dirty. A devious angel. God, that turned her on in all sorts of ways.

"Jenna went off to college about a year ago," Emily said. "She hates Rosewood. Wouldn't be surprised if she never comes back."

College wasn't the only reason Jenna wouldn't be coming back. Alison had a hand in why Jenna hated Rosewood so much. But if Emily knew the sordid details, she didn't let on. How close exactly was she to her family? Were they just people she saw every other holiday or were they the 'talk on the phone about your day' kind of family? Alison waited for Emily to elaborate. But she didn't say anything else about her cousins.

"What about you? What do you think of our quaint town?" Alison asked.

"I can call anywhere home as long as I've got family. Like I said, I've been here and there. But my childhood best friend Hanna lives here and I've got family here, so it's home. At least for now."

"Hanna…" Alison tried to go through the roster of ever-not-so-important people in her mind.

She vaguely recalled some blonde named Hanna who was always hanging out with these two geeky dorks in glasses, Mona and Lucas.

She was pretty sure Hanna was dating some techno-nerd boy named Caleb. Caleb wasn't as dorky looking as Lucas and Mona. In fact, he had a pretty chill Judd Nelson "Breakfast Club" vibe about him, but he was still someone that barely registered on Alison's radar. She didn't make it a common occurrence to fraternize with poor boys and hobos.

"Hanna Marin." Emily nodded. "She goes to Rosewood, too. We've known each other since we were babies." She smiled. "I remember the first time I moved she threw a tantrum and snuck into the trunk of my mom's car. We'd gotten almost twenty miles before my parents realized we had a stowaway."

Emily smiled again and Alison felt herself wobbling like jelly. Emily's lips were so full, so beautiful. Alison could imagine them sucking on her skin, attached to her neck, pressed against her breasts, moving against her core…

Keep it in your pants, DiLaurentis. She warned herself.

"I think I've probably seen her around school," Alison said, trying to sound nonchalant, trying not to let on that Emily was living in a sexual fantasy world in her mind at that very moment.

"Probably. She's hard to miss."

She clearly cared about this Hanna girl. That irritated Alison. She didn't want Emily to feel affection for anyone but her. She wanted all of Emily's attention. She wanted to be hers. She wanted Emily to see her and only her.

The thoughts ran rampant through Alison's head. Was she…was she jealous of one of Emily's friends? Why? It's not like she knew her. It's not like Emily belonged to her. Yet.

"My friend Aria lives here, too." Emily moved to push some hair behind her ear as she addressed Alison.

"Aria Montgomery?"

That's someone Alison knew. Aria and her cousin Spencer hung out a lot, which always seemed like a weird mismatch to Alison, because Spencer was high class Mensa intelligent and Aria was the daughter of two teachers and a complete romantic about life.

Spencer was all about facts and statistics and Aria was all about hopes and dreams. A pragmatist and an idealist. On paper it didn't make sense. But the girls got along swimmingly. Sometimes they were so in sync it's like they were dating.

"The one and only." Emily nodded. She loved Aria. In Emily's eyes she was one of a kind. Unique. Sensible. Eclectic, but not in an overbearing way. She marched to the beat of her own drummer.

Alison saw Aria's personality differently than Emily did. The girl was just weird. But maybe Emily liked weird. Maybe Alison needed to like weird so Emily would like her.

God, what the hell is wrong with me? Alison uttered in thought.

She faced Emily with a cool smile,

"I had her mom for English in tenth grade. She was pretty cool."

Alison was being generous. Aria's mom, Ella, was as flighty and free-spirited as her daughter. She'd used a bunch of hippie bohemian exercises in class discussions. The woman had once brought a spirit stick into class and made them sit in a circle on the floor to talk about some beatnik book Alison hadn't even bothered to read. And Aria's dad was just as bizarre. The whole family was strange.

The only thing remotely cool about Aria was the fact that her boyfriend Ezra was in college. They'd started dating when Aria was in eighth grade and Ezra was a freshman in high school. He was an interesting guy. Not bad looking. Fun. Quirky. But also a little shy. But Alison liked the introspective thinker. He wasn't like the other boys in school. He actually had a brain. She'd never known what the quiet poet saw in Aria.

Be nice, Alison. Emily likes Aria. You need to like her, too. She reminded herself.

"Aria and my cousin Spencer are friends." Alison tried to find some common ground.

"Spencer Hastings?" Emily asked. "I know her. We had the same first grade teacher. I remember her because the very first day of class she climbed out of her chair, walked straight up to the board and corrected some grammar mistake the teacher had made."

"That's Spencer." Alison rolled her eyes with a laugh. "She hasn't changed much. She's a hundred and ten pounds of superiority and snark."

"She's captain of the field hockey team, isn't she?" Emily asked.

Alison had to bite back her irritation, because she wanted that coveted spot, but Spencer refused to let Alison have it. They were equally as good and the only reason Spencer got to be top dog is because she had scored one more goal than Alison had last season. And the only reason she'd been able to score was because of Alison's play. Alison just couldn't drop it. But a part of that was a deep-seated rivalry in their bloodline. Their fathers had constantly been at odds when they were younger. And they hated each other to this day.

"She is." Alison managed to say it without a drop of disdain. In fact, she sounded downright cheery. What was Emily doing to her? Suddenly she was sweet and full of nectar.

"I like field hockey," Emily said. She lowered her sunglasses just slightly, not enough for Alison to see her eyes, but enough for Alison to see her slowly raise her brows like she was checking her out.

Yep. Definitely flirting.

"I play it, too," Alison replied. It didn't come out boastful. It came out matter-of-fact, and Alison was proud of herself for holding back her ego. "So, you and I have friends in common and we both like field hockey? I think it's safe to say we should be together." Alison realized what it sounded like the second it came out of her mouth, "Hang out, I mean…be…a-as friends."

Holy shit, was she actually stuttering? But Alison DiLaurentis didn't get tongue-tied. What was it about Emily Fields that left her brain fighting for oxygen? Why couldn't she think straight around her? Was she just so awestruck by her beauty that Emily literally took her breath away?

That is the stupidest thought you've ever had. She berated herself silently.

If Emily noticed her embarrassment, she didn't call her on it. Alison leaned down towards the dog lying on the ground and quickly tried to change the subject. He lifted his big head off of the pavement to sniff her hand. His dark olive colored eyes met hers.

When all else fails, befriend the dog…

"What's your dog's name?" Alison asked.

"Ace."

"Aw, hey, Ace." Alison smiled.

"You can pet him. He's super chill." Emily replied.

"Hey, buddy. Nice to meet you." She scratched his head.

He didn't have much of a response. In fact, he yawned and then laid back down. Ace seemed to be an extension of Emily's personality. Too cool to care.

You will learn to love me, damn it. Alison willed the dog to worship her the way the rest of the town did, the way Emily eventually would.

"I always wanted a dog, but my mother said they were too messy."

"Yeah, but they're worth it." Emily nodded. She reached down and ran her fingers over the top of the gentle dog's head.

He responded to her touch immediately. Unlike when Alison had pet him, he was attentive and looked up at Emily like she had created the world just for him. Alison watched their interaction with a blooming feeling of adoration in her chest. Ace's big sweet eyes were focused on Emily with a soft loving expression in them, like all he could see was her.

I know how you feel. She glanced at Ace.

There was something different about Emily Fields. Alison tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. Nothing could have pried her away from the girl in front of her. She'd obliterate anything that dared to keep them apart. She felt so drawn to her, like Emily was the sun and she was being pulled into her orbit by a force stronger than she could understand, by a force that had yet to be discovered by human civilization.

"So, Emily Fields…" She let the name roll off of her tongue. That wasn't the only thing she wanted rolling on her tongue. She looked like she tasted delicious, like a salted caramel cheesecake. "…what kind of senior year are you looking to have?"

Tell me more about you. I have to know more.

She wanted to know everything, even the stupid little small things like her favorite color and her favorite school subject, her favorite holiday. She wanted to know her favorite food. She wanted to feed her, to feel Emily's lips sucking against her fingers. Alison felt her thighs burning.

Fuck, am I seriously getting wet thinking about this girl I just met?

"Memorable." Emily smiled at her.

Oh, I can make it memorable. Alison subconsciously licked her lips. I can etch my face into your brain while you're shouting my name. I can make you feel things you've never felt before…

A man jogged up next to them, interrupting Alison's train of thought. She wanted to hiss at him to go away, but he seemed to know Emily. After getting a glimpse of him Alison saw the resemblance.

"Hey, Emmy…"

Emmy. How fucking cute was that? Alison had to work not to swoon.

"…who's your friend?"

"Dad, this is Alison. Alison, this is my dad, Wayne."

He didn't look like an uber-strict military parent. He was leaning against the side of the bench casually.

"Nice to meet you, Alison." He waved.

"You too. Emily tells me you're in the military." As if the hat he was wearing to keep the sun out of his eyes didn't give it away. "Thank you for your service, sir."

Suck up. Suck up like you've never sucked up before. You want to court his daughter. Wait, COURT? Who the fuck says 'court'? What the hell is happening to me?

"You're very welcome." Wayne nodded. He pulled his hat off of his head and wiped his sweaty brow with his forearm. He glanced at his daughter. "Your mom is about finished with her cardio."

"She smoked you again, didn't she?" Emily teased him.

"Yuk it up, kiddo. She's in better shape than the both of us combined. We're getting ready to head out, so it's about time to wrap it up."

"Got it." Emily nodded. "I'll meet you guys at the car."

"Don't dawdle. You know how your Ma is about her routine."

"Yes, sir."

There was the military in her blood. That automatic reaction to answer with the only thing he wanted to hear without hesitation. Alison couldn't stop herself from wondering if any of that would carry over into the bedroom when Emily got sexy in the sheets.

Wayne left the girls to finish up their chat.

"You sure he's in the military? He doesn't seem that uptight. Doesn't seem like he'd harm a fly."

"You should see him when you try to take his steak away at dinner. If you're not careful you'll pull back a stump."

"Oh? Do they teach that in basic training now?" Alison laughed.

"No. My mom's cooking is just that good." Emily shrugged.

A warm rush washed over Alison as she thought about dinners at Emily Fields' house. She wanted to sit next to her at the table, smiling, laughing, putting her hand against her knee, brushing their feet together underneath the table. She imagined sharing jokes with Emily's dad and trading recipes with her mom. She wanted to love Emily's family and for Emily's family to love her. She was head over heels.

Play it cool. Don't come on too strong. Say something smooth.

"What's your favorite dish that she makes?" Well, it wasn't smooth, but at least she hadn't embarrassed herself.

"It's a toss up between her pot stickers and her chicken quesadillas. What about you? What's your favorite thing to eat?" Emily asked.

Don't say 'you', don't say 'you'…

"Cherry pie." She blurted out.

You fucking idiot, Alison.

"My grandmother and I used to bake together when I was little." She clarified. "Back before she died." Her tone softened tremendously.

Thinking about her mom's mom always made her sad. Because her grandmother was the only person in her entire family who hadn't been a complete robot about her emotions. She'd been really down to Earth and not afraid to break a few nails or get her hands dirty. She'd taught Alison the value of love, not that she was very good at managing that love. She was stunted emotionally. She came by that honestly.

"My time in the kitchen with her was the only time I ever got to experience what a normal kid must feel like around their family."

"You seem pretty normal to me." Emily tried to make her feel better.

It was sweet of her. Naïve as hell, but sweet. Alison smiled softly.

"I only seem that way because of her. But in reality I'm the furthest thing from normal that there is."

"Well, normal, abnormal, whoever you are, I like you." Emily smiled back at her. It was a sultry smile. More than just friendly.

Alison couldn't stop herself from staring at her lips. They looked so soft and silky. And warm. Everything about her seemed so warm. She wanted to touch her to see if she was as warm as she looked. She wanted to feel her to see if Emily's thighs were as hot as hers were right now, to see if she was as turned on.

"You know, normal is boring anyway." Emily shrugged. Alison saw Emily reaching for something on the other side of the bench. "I prefer the colorful life to the status quo. Makes life more interesting." She clicked her tongue and the dog at her feet suddenly stood at attention. "I've got to run. But it was nice talking to you, Alison." She pushed herself to her feet, pulling out a walking stick from beside the bench.

Alison's eyes widened in realization. Her jaw dropped. How had she missed it?

"You too." Alison was too stunned to say anything else.

She watched Emily walk away, her cane tapping against the asphalt rhythmically, Ace leading her. She followed.

She was blind. She was blind? But Alison had felt her eyes on her. She had felt that connection she'd only heard about in cheesy romance movies. She had looked at Emily and Emily had looked back. It was love at first sight. But how could that be when one of those people couldn't see?

A/N: Surprise! Always expect the unexpected with my writing. Just FYI, writing a character who is visually impaired is part of what made me so timid about this story. Because the last thing I wanted to do was misrepresent or offend the blind community (then again I was fairly certain I couldn't write F/F either, but you have all been very awesome about it). I was talking to a friend of mine who is legally blind about some of my reservations and he laughed at me and told me I was over-thinking it. I believe the exact words were, "hey, I can't see shit, but I can see that you're passionate about what you do and you're always on your ass about it. I'm sure it's fine, so pass the pizza and shut the fuck up about it already." My friends are pretty much all assholes. But I love them.

So, welcome to this new world. It's gonna be an interesting ride.