A/N: I have not written fan fiction since I was in 8th grade...now I'm a senior in high school. Shit's crazy. I thought I'd never do it again, I thought it was a strange thing to do. I keep reading Spemily fics and now I want to write one…..I prefer fics where they're friends and gradually something happens, since it seems more realistic to me and that's what I'm into. So this will be pretty slow, romance wise, but I like hurt/comfort so I'm sure there will be a lot of that...anyway, I'm going to write now :-) Starts where Paige attempts to drown Emily.
Paige grabbed the top of Emily's already soaked head, gripping onto her hair and plunging her under the water for the 5th time. Emily's screams were muffled by the water, the water that is now choking her; she used to feel her safest in the water, but now it is about to be the cause of her demise. She never thought that someone as distant as Paige would be her murderer, she always figured that A would be the one to silence her for the last time.
Emily screamed as the violent, shaking hand pulled her up with incredible force out of the water. Emily refused to hold her breath this time; she has given up. This is where she will die. The place she loves the most. Paige thrusts Emily under the water once more. Emily tightly closes her eyes, bubbles pouring out of her mouth as more water empties in. She can feel the density of the water attack her brain, enclosing it with death. Just as Emily begins to fade away from the complicated life she has been living, she hears a scream. The hand suddenly lets go of Emily's hair, and more screaming follows. Though she is no longer being drowned, Emily feels no reason to stop this death from happening. A is ruining her life; she can't go anywhere or do anything with anybody without the constant fear of death surrounding her thoughts. As Emily slips away into darkness, a fully-clothed body drops into the pool and rockets her to the surface. Gasping for air, the body holds Emily and runs up the pool stairs as quickly as possible. The figure gently releases Emily onto the ground, shaking her shoulders and screaming in her ear. Emily can hardly hear what the person is saying, for her ears became muffled from the water encasing her.
Spencer could tell that Emily had given up on life; this was obvious due to the fact that Emily was breathing but refused to open her eyes. Spencer did the only thing she could think of.
"SHIT!" Emily screamed as the hand whacked her cheek painfully. She sat up, angrily, ready to jump at the person who just slapped her in the face. She quickly opened her eyes to see Spencer, her eyes watering, her mouth open in a soggy smile. Before Emily could scream at Spencer for slapping her, Spencer grabbed Emily and pulled her into a loving embrace.
Emily wrapped her arms around Spencer's back, ensuring her that she is OK. Spencer pulled away, sadly smiling and heaving with every breath. Emily backed away a little bit, still on the floor, only being held up by her elbows. She shook her head and angrily looked at Spencer.
"Why the hell did you slap me? Is that what they teach you in class? Someone's drowning, so slap them in the face?"
Spencer laughed as another tear escaped her eyes. She sat down on the floor and pulled her knees into her chest. "I'm sorry," she choked through a sorrowful laugh. "You're alive, aren't you?"
Emily sat up, also pulling her knees into her chest. She remembered that Paige had just been in the room, dunking her head forcefully under the water, in an attempt to murder her.
"Where is Paige?" Emily asked in a worried tone. "What happened?"
Spencer sighed and turned her head to Emily. "I don't know what I saw. All I know is that I was about to witness the murder of one of my best friends. I kind of went blind in anger. We've been through so much, I couldn't lose another friend. I think I must have punched her in the head. She started screaming at me, words I couldn't make out, and then she ran away crying. I saw you were in the water, not coming out of it, so I jumped in and grabbed you. Then I slapped you in the face, much to your dislike, and now we're here."
Emily almost began to laugh before the memories began intruding her head. The trauma of a near-death experience, and this was not the first. She quickly looked around the pool, in case Paige were still there. She turned to Spencer, a worried look in her eyes, "We need to get out of here, I don't feel comfortable. Can you call Hanna and Aria? They need to know about this, and there's no way in hell I'm sleeping without you guys tonight."
Emily got up off of the floor and began to walk into the locker room, Spencer following. Before they reached the door of the room, Emily turned to Spencer.
"She might be in there," she said, her eyes beginning to get puffy. "Maybe I should just go home like this, there are extra towels in here." She looked down at her soaked bathing suit, then outside the window, where the trees hardly held a leaf.
"No," Spencer replied. "It's freezing out there. I'll go into the locker room first, we can stick together. I'm not going to put up with a sick Emily again," she winked. "Take my hand, we'll go in together. I'm sure she went running home after that mark I put on her face."
Emily laughed at cautiously took Spencer's cold hand. It was still wet from the water. They slowly walked into the locker room, Spencer slightly ahead of Emily. She looked everywhere in the room for a sign of Paige, but there were none. She let go of Emily's hand and turned to her.
"It's clear. Go change in the bathroom stall, I'll stand outside," Spencer suggested. Emily grabbed her clothes from her locker and walked into one of the stalls. As Emily was changing, Spencer called Aria and Hanna to inform them of the sudden sleepover that was happened at her house. Both of the girls were worried about Emily, saying that they would come to the school. Spencer told them to forget coming to the school, seeing as she and Emily were about to leave, and to go to her house and await their arrival. The girls agreed and Spencer hung up the phone, just as Emily exited the stall.
"We should go now," Emily said. "The longer I stay in this place, the less comfortable I feel."
Spencer nodded in agreement. She led the way out of the locker room and out of the door into the cold. The Pennsylvania winters are always freezing. She and Emily ran to her car and quickly got in. Spencer started up the engine and put the heat on blast. As Spencer began to drive, Emily's mind began to wander. She had a few questions about what had happened, despite being there.
As Spencer continued to drive, Emily turned to her and asked, "why were you at the pool in the first place? It's unlike you to be at school passed hours."
Spencer turned to Emily and quickly looked away. "Truthfully?" Spencer said with a worried look in her eyes. "I was there going through Mr. Fitz's desk. I knew that you were at the pool and thought you'd want a ride home, so I went to go ask. Then when I came in I saw Paige, and you know the rest."
Emily's eyebrows scrunched in questioning. "Why were you looking through Mr. Fitz's desk?" Emily had always been a little skeptical of the guy, but not to the point that she'd break into his classroom and look through his belongings.
Spencer looked ahead at the road as she answered, "I got an A message. He, she, whoever, told me to take his apartment keys that are in his desk, or else something would happen to you, Aria and Hanna. So I did it. I dropped them off in this office in the basement. That's where A wanted me to put them."
Emily stared at Spencer with wide eyes. She was about to say something about how much danger that could put Aria in, but then she realized that if the keys were not given to A, they would all be in danger. Emily wanted to punch something. A infuriated her to the highest level. All this person wanted to do was to ruin there lives, steal their secrets, and invade on their privacy. Emily struggled to think of a reason why someone would do this to them, for they had never done anything so evil, other than the Jenna thing. Emily's mind continued to wander as they pulled up to Spencer's house. She and Emily got out of the car and quickly ran inside to the warmth.
Emily flew onto the couch, burying her face into a pillow. She turned her head and faced Spencer, who was in the kitchen making coffee, as usual. For the first time since the incident, Emily thought about how Spencer saved her life, even when she had given up on herself. She hadn't even thanked Spencer yet.
She sat up on the couch, crossing her legs. She looked to Spencer, who was facing the other direction, still in the kitchen.
"Thank you, I can't believe I haven't said that yet, but thank you. You saved me when I gave up on myself," Emily said.
Spencer turned around and replied, "I couldn't let you die. I wouldn't let you die." Spencer smiled and walked over to Emily with 2 coffees in her hands. "But, you're welcome," she said as she sat down next to Emily and handed her one of the coffees.
Emily felt pathetic. She was about to let herself die. She turned to Spencer and a tear slowly traveled down her face. Spencer returned the glance. They stared into each others eyes, both equally concerned with the troubled lives they lead.
Emily sucked in a breath as her tears became more violent. She began to heave with fear and sadness. Spencer gently took the coffee from her hand and replaced it with her own. She grabbed tightly onto Emily's fingers and stared her in the eyes.
"If you think you're pathetic, you're not," she said with angry confidence. "I wouldn't have held on as long as you have, seeing what you've been through. If I had been in your place, I wouldn't have come up after the first time I'd gone under. You were brave enough to fight for your life, even though it's at its worst." She gently rubbed her finger back and forth over Emily's hand.
Emily quickly stood up and shook her head. "I shouldn't be crying, I should be hunting down Paige and punching that bitch in the face," she said angrily.
Spencer stood up and walked over to Emily. She pulled her into another tight embrace, and Emily hung her head over Spencer's shoulder in shame. Suddenly the door opened and Aria and Hanna ran into the room.
They ran over to Emily as she continued hugging Spencer, refusing to let go to hug the other girls, at least not for a moment. Spencer was the first one to pull away from Emily as Aria and Hanna jumped in to comfort the brunette.
They talked about the incident for the rest of the evening, all huddled together in a protective fort they had built in the living room. They had pushed three couches together to form a wall around the floor where their blankets and pillows were all piled up on each other. When it was time to go to sleep, Spencer laid down on the floor nearest to one of the couches. Emily settled in next to her, and Hanna next to Emily. Aria slept on the other side nearest to the opposite couch. When Aria, Hanna and Spencer were asleep, Emily turned to Spencer and grabbed her hands. She whispered, "thank you" to Spencer as she turned around and closed her eyes, her heart beating faster than normal.
ANOTHER A/N: Hehehehe, you expected a kiss and instead she gets slapped in the face. I have bad humour. I didn't proof read this, so if anything is off….then blame me for being lazy. There will be more, if I get enough reviews/follows. Remember, this is going to be more realistic than fics that jump into sexual relationships within the first chapter. But, if and when it gets there, it will be good ;)