Hey Emisonians

It's my first PLL story and first in English

I'm not an English speaker and I would like to thank DawnJuan for being my extraordinary beta and who supported the story in the first place

Don't hesitate to read her stories

Sorry as well for the History inaccuracies since I'm not an expert. I tried to document myself as much as I can

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R&R

Chapter 1: Risks

Berlin 1943

Alison DiLaurentis stared at her own reflexion. Her baby blue eyes looked bored yet she had to pretend to be excited for her own safety. She had every reason to be excited, she was the daughter of Kenneth DiLaurentis a high-ranked persona in The Nazi Regime, a close friend of Adolf Hitler himself. She visited him nearly every weekend at the Berghof, his perfect refuge near the Alps where only a few friends were accepted. She even had the right to call him "Uncle Addie". What a privilege! she scoffed, disgusted. She had every reason to be proud. She was the perfect Nazi woman according to every boy at school, long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes like the ocean and yet she was disgusted with herself. She was disgusted by every aspect of this side of her but she had to pretend for tonight, for this stupid "perfect Nazi woman reunion." Just for tonight and tomorrow, she would be herself, she would be free of Alison DiLaurentis and the guilt that comes with it. Tomorrow, she would be proud of herself. But for now, she had to pretend. She put a fake smile on her face and shifted her face in a more open and excited expression. She sighed and turned.

"Are you ready, sis?" her brother Jason asked, adjusting his Nazi uniform.

"How long have you been staring at me?" Alison snapped, annoyed.

"I don't know, twenty minutes at least," Jason answered, smiling.

"You know, in some countries, your attitude can be called creepy." Retorted Alison with a smirk.

"Aye, but we are in Germany here, so brotherly carefulness is allowed," Jason responded with a touch of irony in his voice.

"Doesn't it bother you?" Alison asked in a high-pitched voice, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"Ali…" Jason started in a calm voice.

"No Jay," she cried. "Millions of people are dying. Men, women, children and we are going to a party, learning how to be a perfect Nazi. Lesson 101: killing, lesson 102: don't even care about it."

In two strides, Jason was next to his sister, squeezing her tight in his arms. In a strained voice, he whispered.

"I know, Ali. I know, it's disgusting but we have to pretend at least tonight. Tomorrow, we are going to make a difference but in the meantime, we have to be careful. You know that, so put on your fake "I'm better than anyone else look" and let's go, OK?"

Alison freed herself from Jason embrace and nodded. She was readjusting her blonde hair when she heard a knock on the door.

"It must be the girls!" She screamed. "Can you wait here for a sec, Jay?"

Running towards the door, happy for the first time tonight, she opened it to see her three best friends standing before her. There was Spencer, a tall hazel-eyed brunette, who always had a serious look on her face, Hanna, a feisty blonde girl who loved fashion and Aria, a petite and quiet brunette girl, who was always kind to others. These three girls were Alison's best friends, they knew everything about her and more importantly were on her side.

"Ali!" Hanna cried. "Ready to learn how to make perfect Nazi babies and how to be a perfect Nazi wife, which is basically to shut up and obey your husband. Quite frankly, the Nazi regime spend a lot of money on that. What a waste of…"

"Hanna! Will you shut up!" Spencer cut off, looking frantically around her.

"What?" Hanna complained. "I'm only telling the truth."

"What if we are bugged?" Spencer reasoned, annoyed.

"Here? Please, paranoid much?" Hanna replied, laughing.

"No, Spence is right, we have to be very careful," Alison said in a patronizing tone.

"Geez, hello to you too, Ali!" Hanna huffed, half laughing, half annoyed.

"Girls!" Jason called, "Let's go. It's nearly time."

Jason and the girls were walking slowly on Berlin's streets. Jason had adopted the position of a HitlerJugend soldier. He was walking proudly, chest high, occasionally nodding to friends.

Alison glanced around, trying to look pleased at all the Nazi signs. She even scoffed at three boys who were wearing the yellow Jew star on their chest. She jeered and insulted them even though she wanted to vomit.

"So, what's your plan for tomorrow?" Hanna asked, excitement coursing in all of her perfect body.

"You know perfectly well I can't tell you that, Hanna", she replied stiffly.

"C'mon, Ali, you know we are on your side. We want to help…" Hanna repeated for the hundredth time.

"If you want to help, shut up about it!" The blonde snapped at Hanna.

"Ali, please, we're only trying to help. We hate staying still and not doing anything." Aria pleaded, staring right into Alison's blue eyes.

"You can't help, not on this mission anyway, so no…"

"You think we can't be trusted?" Spencer cut her off with repressed anger. "Is it what you think of us?"

"No," sighed Alison. "For God's sake, you have no idea how dangerous this is and you don't have an alias."

"Then give us one and let us help!" Aria retorted with a firm voice.

"It's too dangerous!" The blonde replied.

The three girls were ready to argue when they heard muffled screams not far from them. Alison stopped abruptly and asked Jason:

"What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing," Replied her brother through pursed lips, which was a sign of disgust and anger. "Let's go!"

But Alison didn't listen, she pushed Jason aside. What she saw made her blood boil.

Two boys, she knew very well and hated, Noel Kahn and Ben Coogan were beating a girl up. Alison couldn't see the girl but she could hear her scream. Rage just came in full force. It twisted her insides and made her want to destroy, to kill. Throwing caution to the wind, she ran towards the two boys and yelled.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The two boys stopped and stared at Alison.

"Hey Ali, we're only giving this girl," Noel pointed with obvious sign of disgust, "what she deserves."

Alison looked at the girl on the floor. She was tall and tanned, and the blonde had to admit, extremely beautiful. Her brown eyes filled with tears were staring at her. The young blonde girl felt herself melting under her stare. She felt her stomach twist in a way that she has never known before. She felt an urge to protect her, so against all reasons she asked.

"And may I know why you're doing this?"

Noel smirked and didn't respond. Instead, he pointed at the girl's chest. Ali followed his gaze and saw the yellow star with "Jew" written on it. She froze; That was not all, underneath it, was pinned a black triangle meaning she was asocial, "an outcast" in Nazi society. Ali wondered what could this girl have done to deserve a black triangle. Was she a thief? Unemployed?

"Not that it's any of your business. We're trying to give her lesson," Ben piped up, "remind her of her rightful place, filth!"

"In the middle of the street, have you forgotten yourself, Kahn?" Alison spat with disgust.

"I could ask you the same question," Noel, retorted with malice in his brown eyes. "Since when do you question what we do?"

"Forgive my sister," Jason interrupted with force. "She is a bit moody tonight!"

Jason advanced towards the group, gave his sister a "what are you doing" kind of look and spoke firmly.

"Let me take care of the girl. You've got to be at the gathering and you know that. Ian hates when people are late, so get a move on."

Noel wanted to retort but Jason DiLaurentis was his superior, so he cast a suspicious glance to Alison, spat on the floor where the girl was curled up and brought Coogan with him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jason hissed. "Defending a Jew in the middle of the street!"

"Look at her!" Alison hissed back.

"It will be known!" Her brother retorted.

"So, what? I'll lie! I'm pretty good at it!" His sister spat.

Alison beckoned the three girls to come closer around her and the stranger and held her hand to the girl. The girl hesitated and seized it. Once on her feet, Alison gasped. The girl was stunning, she had a beautifully carved face, brown eyes, a strong jaw that made Alison's mouth water. Her lips were plump and she had beautiful, long –tanned legs. Alison was fascinated by her brown eyes. So fascinated in fact, that she was lost in them. Almost like the girl had her transfixed by a simple stare. Alison's stomach was doing backflips, and she could feel warmth spreading in all her body. What was this girl doing to her? She could feel the electricity buzzing between them. She was still holding the girl's hand and for some reason, refused to let go. Her skin was so soft and warm beneath her touch and once again she got lost in her chocolate eyes.

"Thanks," The brunette murmured, not letting go of the blonde's hand.

Her voice was timid but soft, full of warmth. The way she was murmuring things made Alison's heart skip a beat and she felt a pool of excitement between her legs. What the hell was going on? What was this girl doing to her?

"Ali, what the hell?" Jason demanded, completely lost by the way Alison was staring at the stranger.

"What is your name?" Alison asked, trying to regain her cold attitude but failing.

"Emily." The girl responded shyly and scared.

"Listen to me, Emily, I'm going to hit you in order to keep pretending." Alison murmured in Emily's ear. "Find me tonight at ten at the Lost Woods Inn. Room 104. Ask for Vivian Darkbloom. Don't be late!" She caressed Emily's mouth softly with her finger wiping the blood from her perfect face and then without warning she struck Emily in the face, not hard enough to hurt her and spat "Fucking Jews" while she was leaving towards the inn where the reunion was supposed to take place. She kept seeing chocolate-brown eyes and long, tanned legs. Her heart was beating fast. She could still feel the warmth of her hand between her fingers and between her legs! She was old enough to know that she was aroused. But by a girl. No, it could not be! It was so… sinful. And yet nothing, she was sure of it, nothing about Emily was sinful. From what she could judge, and she was a pretty good judge of character, Emily was the sweet type of girl. "Too sweet for her own good." She growled.

"What the hell was that?" Hanna exclaimed, bewildered by Ali's attitude towards the stranger.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Alison replied coldly.

"Please," Hanna scoffed. "Don't insult my intelligence, Ali! You were practically drooling, not to mention "eye-fucking" her. There was so much sexual tension around you that… Damn, even my vagina is wet!"

"Hanna!" Cried Aria and Spencer together, rolling their eyes at the blonde.

"What?" Hanna replied innocently. "Once again, telling the truth!"

"With elegance, I should add," Aria laughed.

"Hanna's elegance aside, she is right, Ali! What happened back there? I've never seen you nice with anyone like that. With a Jew? In broad daylight? Have you completely lost your mind?"

"She lost her mind all right!" Jason muttered, gritting his teeth.

"First, Spence," Alison retorted, barely able to contain her anger. "it's not broad daylight… As you can see, the sky is pitch black, which means it's night. I thought someone intelligent like you would have noticed the slight difference. Clearly, I overrated your intelligence. Secondly, my dear brother, what would have me done? Enlighten me, please?"

"Ignore it and pretend you didn't care! As usual," Her brother whispered into her ear. "Especially in front Kahn and Coogan, you know what they are! Dammit, Ali! Why now? Why blow up everything for her?"

"I don't know," Ali whispered back painfully.

She didn't know why she had acted this way. Jason was right, it could blow up the whole operation. She knew she was acting stupid the moment she yelled at these morons but she couldn't help it and she sure as hell didn't regret it. She could still feel her skin tingle under Emily's touch. She was haunted by her chocolate eyes and the shy smile she gave her. "Sweet Emily." She whispered, smiling. Emily…She loved how her name rolled under her tongue. It was like it was fitted to be pronounced by her. For God's sake, Ali! Get a grip, she told herself as they arrive at the Nazi's woman reunion. You are Alison DiLaurentis tonight. But, as her fellow girls were talking about fashion, men, and Hitler, she couldn't help but long to see Emily's brown eyes staring and melting her icy blue one.

XXX

Emily Fields was puzzled. She could not find another adjective to describe her feelings about what just happened. It was so unbelievable that for a moment she thought that those boys had hit her too hard on the head. But there was no way that she imagined the heat of DiLaurentis' hands in hers. It was too real, too reassuring. Of course, she knew her rescuer. Who wouldn't? She and her family were practically royalty in The Nazi Party. Probably because of the money the father was providing, she assumed. But she would never have imagined in her wildest dreams that his daughter, Alison, would be helping her. Her, a Jew and a lesbian, not that she was aware of the latter. She sure stared a lot at the black triangle on her chest but in the Nazi hierarchy, wearing a black triangle wasn't rare and could mean a lot of things. These two signs on her chest meant one thing for sure. Alison DiLaurentis should spit and jeer at her like she usually did with the others. She shouldn't have saved her and given her a place to meet in the middle of the night. Unless… Was it a trap? To bring her into one of those camps her father heard about before he… No, it couldn't. She seemed so adamant and genuine when she caressed her mouth and yet Alison DiLaurentis was a well-known liar. It could be a trap, but the electricity that buzzed between them... "She couldn't have faked that!" Emily objected to herself. But yet, again… She thought about it for at least fifteen minutes before realizing that she was still standing in the middle of Berlin's streets. Of course, nobody paid attention to her except the occasional insults and kicks but Emily was used to it. She knew worse, especially coming from Ben Coogan. She forced herself not to think of it. His harsh breath against her neck, his insults in her hear "You're a fucking Jew coming from Satan to tempt me, Fields." He had growled and then had hit her and then… No, she couldn't think about it. Besides, her mom should've been worried sick and she had to come back home if ever she wanted to meet DiLaurentis.

"Hey, Mom! I'm back!" Emily yelled with what she thought was a cheerful tone.

"Where have you been?" Pam Fields cried running to her to embrace her. "I was worried sick. I thought…"

Emily winced. She had not noticed the pain in her ribs before her mother's hug. Her stomach was also hurting but this was all the work of Alison DiLaurentis' charm. Let her be damned! She would never go to that meeting and yet, she was sure, she saw for a second, a flame of heat or desire burning in Alison's baby blue eyes. Or perhaps, imagined it because she wanted it to be there. And the way she caressed her lips to wipe the blood with a frown of concern on her face. She could not have been that good at pretending. She said it herself, "I'm gonna hit you in order to keep pretending" but she didn't strike hard and the gesture seemed to disgust her and her brother. What the hell was this family playing at? Emily was lost and curious, so very curious… Unaware of her daughter's internal struggles, her mother was watching her from head to toes and gasped at the bruises on her neck, shoulders, and cheek:

"What happened? she demanded.

"Nothing out of the ordinary mom," shrugged Emily. "The usual Jew/lesbian beating crap."

"I told you, Emily, we have to leave or else, we're going to end up like your dad or worse in one of those camps? Have you heard about Mona's? They took more and more every day."

"I'm not leaving my country," Emily replied dryly. "Dad still had faith in Germany. So have I. I am not a coward!"

"Emily, you're everything I have left, please be reasonable! I don't want to lose you!"

"What about the others that are dying in there?" Emily exploded.

"I don't care about the others!" Pam Fields pleaded, tears in her eyes

"Well you might not but I do!" Emily said fiercely. "I'm not going to flee while others are dying."

Emily expected a retort from her mother but she smiled sadly.

"You look so much like your father. You've seen the worst in every human being and yet somewhere, you still hope that it is going to change. You always believe in others, in the human kind. I don't know how you do it! All I know is it got your father killed, so be careful in who you believe, Emily, because the Germany I knew has been gone for a long time now! Anyway, dinner is ready."

Emily ate in silence, her mother not saying anything. The brunette was staring at her father's empty chair while she remembered how many Germans had died to protect in the Germany they believed in. Not Hitler's! But theirs. She remembered what her father used to tell her before she went to bed. "People can surprise you in a good or in a bad way, but if we are starting to doubt those who hold our hands we are no better than them. And even if I'm wrong, sometimes it's better to fight and take a risk instead of standing and doing nothing."

She was going to take a risk, she was going to meet Alison DiLaurentis

At half past nine, Toby was waiting for her with his car to bring her to the Lost Woods. She put on a black hoodie that had belonged to her father and entered the car.

"Why are you meeting this woman?" Toby asked. "Are you sure she can be trusted?"

"No, but I'm willing to take a risk," Emily replied calmly.

Toby knew better than to argue with his friend when she was decisive so instead, he drove to the Lost Woods Inn, a tingle of fear in his stomach.