A/N: Heeeeeeeeeeeey. Before anything, there are some things I want you to know. First, my mother language isn't english so it might be some grammatical and spelling errors for which I apologize beforehand.

Second, this story isn't mine. I'm adapting it from a fanfic that I read some year ago (about six years, maybe) and I though "hell, why not?"; the original work is in spanish (if you must know) and it's written in first person POV, but I am changing that and I am re-writing it for a third person perspective. Also, I am trying to add more in the story so basically this is a co-authored story.

Third, the story is short. Maybe only 11 chapters.

Italics are thoughts, flashbacks and emphasis on the words.

Well, I guess I'll see you at the bottom. Happy reading.

"Family of Alison Fields?" the doctor said, pulling Emily out of her thoughts. She stood up and walked towards the doctor; her legs felt cramped as she had walk for hours without stopping, her mind was racing with infinity of scenarios, her hands were sweating and she felt a big knot in the pit of her stomach.

"I am her wife" Emily said once she was in front of the man, the doctor examined her from top to bottom before handing her some paperwork.

"Well… Mrs. Fields, I need you to sign a responsive. Your wife's in a delicate state right now. There are some complications and we just can save the baby or… your wife" the doctor explained. Emily just looked at him. It can't be true was the only thing she could think of. Everything went perfectly fine during pregnancy, the appointments said so. Emily was so lost in her mind, thinking why this was happening; what was she going to do? One life for another, my wife for my kid, my kid for my wife. It was until the voice of the doctor snapped her out of her inner argument.

"Ma'am, I need to go back to the OR. The life of your child or your wife is at stake". The brunette, with shaking hands took the paperwork and look at the man.

"Where do I sign to save my wife?" The doctor looked at her and nodded his head. "Here and here". Emily signed the papers with the idea of having done the right thing and for the first time in a long time she prayed to God for her wife and child. Please God, I'll do anything but please don't take them away from me.

Time passed slowly, minutes seemed like hours and Emily was losing herself more and more in her thoughts. Thoughts about their future, about beautiful memories; Emily begged and swore silent promises in case both, Alison and the baby would be saved; she remembered the day she found out that the treatment had worked and Alison was pregnant.

"Ali, I'm home" Emily shouted as soon as she opened the front door. It was a little over 8 pm when she came back from work and she was exhausted. It had been a long day. "Babe?" She called again taking off her shoes and hanging the jacket near the door waiting for a reply. Nothing.

She walked into the living room hoping to see Alison there sleeping in the couch, but once she entered the room she saw no one. The brunette furrowed her eyebrows. Maybe she's out, she thought. Without giving it more importance, the brunette went upstairs towards hers and Alison's room; she was desperate to take a shower. The first thing that caught her eye once she was near the room was that the door was slightly open and the light was on. The second thing was the white teddy bear that sat on the middle of the bed she saw when she opened the door. Emily made her way towards the stuffed animal which held a card that she took. For the little one, it read and, in front of the toy, was a stick with a bow. Confusion was written all over the brunette's face. Leaving the card in the bed, she took the stick for inspection.

"What the… a pregnancy test?" she asked to no one. Slowly, the brunette undid the bow which covered the part that showed the result. When the bow was gone, she looked carefully.

Two lines.

Pregnant.

Emily was still with a confused look and some seconds had to pass until realization took over her. A smile started to form on her face and a joyful laugh left her mouth at the time she turned around to be meet by the icy blue eyes she loved the most. Only one stride was enough to be in front of Alison and swiftly Emily pulled her in a strong hug. The blonde returned the embrace just as strong as Emily's. After a few seconds, the brunette broke the embrace only to cup Alison's face and bring her close to her lips close to hers and kiss her. The kiss was slow and full of love, full of dreams and illusions. Full of promises. No words needed to be said. When the air became a necessity, they pull apart resting their forehead together.

"You're pregnant" Emily said just above a whisper. She felt like she was at the top of the world.

"Yeah, a month and a half" Alison replied using her thumb to catch a tear that had managed to escape from Emily's eyes. For the past year they both had tried to get pregnant but after three attempts and a lot of money spent, they began to lose hope to bring a child to this world. This was their little miracle.

"God, I love you so much" Emily said before she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Alison's lips.

"I love you too, Em".

The brunette tried to appear calm, although that was the last thing she had. She felt like she was in an alternative universe. Emily snapped out of her inner thoughts when she felt that someone was approaching her. Unsure, she looked up to see the same middle-age doctor walking in her direction. Emily stood up as if driven by a spring and with two big steps she was already in front of the doctor.

"How is Alison? Well, how are they?" Emily said desperately.

Silence.

A lump in Emily's throat began to form in the absence of response.

"W-why aren't you answering? Are they ok? Please, tell me!" Emily stuttered, there was fear in her voice now. The doctor stared at her with a neutral face, waiting for the brunette to calm down so he could speak.

"Mrs. Fields, your daughter is fine…" a smile lit up Emily's face.

"Daughter?" Emily beamed. Alison is gonna be so happy, Emily thought hoping the little girl to look like Alison.

"And Alison? How is she?" Emily asked still with a smile in her face. The expression in the doctor's face change for a moment. There was a hint of sympathy and pity. For a reason, he couldn't find the courage to give the news, which was strange because he has been doing this for almost 25 years. The doctor lowered his head and took a deep breath before looking up at the desperate brunette again. His expression impassive.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Fields. She didn't make it".

Emily's smile disappeared.

The brunette was petrified. The sound had stopped and all she could think were the doctor's last words.

She didn't make it.

Her legs were shaking. She felt that the world was falling on her. No sound came out of her mouth; her words were stuck in her throat. She screamed but it was all in his mind. Emily wanted to believe she was in a stupid nightmare and she was going to wake up scared and crying, and Alison would be there to comfort her, to hug her and tell her that everything was going to be alright and she was going to lay her head on Alison's chest and cling to her and relax with the aroma and warmth of her body and the next morning she would wake up to see Alison´s smile.

But no.

There she was in a cold hospital corridor receiving the worst news of her existence. Her legs couldn't support her weight anymore; she felt that someone was holding her preventing her from falling and being seated in one of the chairs that were there. So many things went through her mind. She wanted to scream, to cry but the only thing she could do was seeing that the doctor was still in front of her.

"You don't know how sorry I am, ma'am. We did everything we could so your wife and your daughter could be saved but… it was impossible". Emily glared at him dead in the eye; a terrible rage fooled her in an instant when she remembered what he made her sign. Suddenly, Emily stood up and grabbed tightly the collar of the doctor's scrubs.

"What the fuck!? Isn't it supposed that I signed that stupide responsive?" Emily hissed, gritting her teeth in fury. The doctor looked at her frightened by her reaction. "Please, calm down or else I'll have to sedate you". Emily's knuckles were almost white due to the force with which she held the doctor. Reluctant, Emily let go off him but never took her gaze from him, her hands clenched into fists. He changed his expression.

"Look, you were given a responsive to sign, yeah; but Alison was also given one and she sign for their daughter. In this case, where the responsive are different, the doctors in charge decided to save the one who had more chances to survive and that was your little girl" The middle-age man explained.

"So, my wife… she sacrificed her life to save our daughter's?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotion.

"I truly am sorry…" the doctor made a pause asking silently to the brunette for her name. "Emily" she said with shaking voice. "Alright, Emily. I have to go. Excuse me". Emily watched him go as she sat back in the chair. She put her head in her hands, running her fingers through her hair in a sign of despair. What was she going to do? What would it be of her? What was she going to do with a baby who was going to need her mother? The idea of adoption crossed her mind. If she gave her for adoption, she would have parents who would take care of her and give her what she couldn't give her, love, because all the love Emily had was gone with Alison.

It was for the best.

The best? The best for whom? She could believe she was thinking in that way. Give away their little miracle? Something so expected by both? Their illusions? She could do that; that little girl was Alison's daughter and if Emily loved her as much as she claimed to do, she had to protect this child with her life in memory of her wife; but again, what was she going to do? Instinctively, Emily took her cellphone and dialed a number, the number of the only person who could help her at that moment.

"Hello?" It was heard from the other side of the line.

"Spence… i-it's Emily. I'm… I'm in the hospital right now. Alison…" Emily choked. She couldn't say it to her over the phone. "What happened? Is Alison ok?" Spencer asked worried. Emily didn't know what to say or what to do. The tears she had repressed began to betray her as Spencer asked her about Alison's condition.

"I brought Alison in because she started to feel contractions and… and she went into labor" at this point the tear made it impossible for Emily to continue. She tried to take deep breaths to calm down but that wasn't working and her whimpers soon became sobs. She was on the verge of a meltdown.

"Listen, I'm on my way, just calm down ok? I know that having a child is the biggest emotion but, why didn't you tell me? Well, you know what? I'll be there in 10". Spence rambled before hanging up without giving Emily the chance to explain that Alison had died.

The brunette sighed and put away her phone. She walked to the chairs that surrounded the waiting room and once more she sat down, she could only wait for Spencer's arrival. She didn't know how she was going to tell Spencer that her best friend, her almost sister was gone. Emily thought in the words Spencer said. A child, the biggest emotion? Yeah, maybe. But that didn't matter in that moment, the brunette felt unprotected, she needed somebody's hug. No. No somebody's hug. Hers. Only her could put her at ease, made her feel good, but how? She was gone. But, what if it was a joke? Emily hadn't seen Alison yet. She has to be fine. Emily walked towards the corridor that connected with the OR and opened the first pair of doors with a loud slam. A nurse came out of the second pair of doors which were those to the OR.

"Miss, this is a restricted area. Only authorized staff can pass". She exclaimed blocking Emily's path.

"Look, miss, my wife is in there and I want to see her!" Emily screamed; she didn't care what she was told; she was determinate to pass through whoever was in front of her in order to see Alison. The nurse was still arguing with Emily when the door to the OR opened. Emily stood still watching while the nurse kept talking to her and for the brunette it felt like time went in slow motion. The double doors opened wide as a stretcher came out and in it a body covered with by a white sheet. The young nurse followed the tall woman's gaze and Emily took the opportunity to sneak pass the nurse and practically run to where the stretcher was.

Emily took a deep and long breath trying to put her emotions under control. Her body and mind felt exhausted, her hands shaking and sweating. She closed her eyes and slowly she lifted the sheet. Taking another breath, she opened her eyes and in that instant, the reality came over her. A strangled sob got caught in her throat and her trembling hands flew to her face covering her mouth. She took a few steps back, horrified by what her eyes saw. Pale skin. Dull hair. Blue lips. That wasn't her Alison anymore.

That was just a lifeless body.

Without realizing it, Emily ended up her back leaning against the wall slipping slowly to the floor. She buried her head between her knees and started to cry like a little girl; the world vanished around her. She didn't know where she was and who she was anymore. The only thing that was in her head was that now she was alone in the world. This isn't happening. Damn it, Emily! Wake the fuck up! She started to hyperventilate, her heart bumped against her ribcage and her vision became increasingly blurred every second.

She didn't know how much time had passed, everything around her became surreal and she kept crying uncontrollably. It was until she felt a hand softly caressing her head that she finally looked up to see Spencer watching her with a sad look. Emily tried to stand up but Spencer didn't allow it.

"Spence, Alison…" she tried to speak though her sobs.

"Shh, it's okay. They already told me what happened. Relax, everything is going to be okay" Spencer whispered with tear streaming down her face. Emily couldn't help it and threw herself into Spencer's arms and started to cry once more.

It had been two hours before Emily was calmer but she was still trying to assimilate her crushing reality; Spencer was taking care of all the paperwork while Emily focused her eyes on the waves that formed in her coffee every time she moved the paper cup. She didn't realize when Spencer came close to her.

"Em, you can go see you daughter now" Spencer spoke with infinite tenderness. Emily didn't take her eyes off the coffee. "I don't want to. You can go" Emily's voice was dry and annoyed. Spencer looked at her with an incredulous expression.

"She is your daughter, Emily!" Spencer yelled. Anger flooded Emily, her free hand balled into a fist and her chest was heaving. She stood up to face Spencer, resentment evident in her eyes. "Because of that girl my Alison, my wife is dead" Spencer raised her hand and slapped her, hard. She was looking at her with a frown. Emily didn't dare to move.

"How can you say such stupidity?" She growled. Disappointment written all over her face.

"It is the only truth! And for your own sake, do not touch me again" Emily hissed, her hand covering her painful cheek. "Is that a threat?" Spencer faced her. They stood there, looking at each other with a heavy gaze. Neither one of them looked away from the other. Emily jaw was clenched, her breathing was heavy. She was ready to say something when a nurse approached.

"Ladies, this is a hospital; I need you to calm down or I'll call security to escort you out of the building" the nurse stepped between them. "I came to tell you that you can now go see the baby". Emily and Spencer were still staring at each other with hatred.

"Look, if you're stupid enough to blame an innocent child for something that probably was meant to happen, it is your problem but I am going to see her" Spencer started to walk towards the nursery area and Emily, grumpily followed her. Both were directed to a special section where they were given the little girl. Spencer took the baby; Emily, with the arms crossed over her chest, looked out of the corner of her eye Spencer's movements.

"Aren't you going to carry her? Spencer extended her arms to Emily showing her the baby. The brunette move forward with fear and took her little girl in her arms. Three seconds later Emily couldn't contain her emotions. God, she looks like Alison. Emily couldn't articulate a word; tears fell from her eyes without her making an effort to stop them. The baby was crying too.

"H-hi, sweetie. Welcome to this world, beautiful" Emily cooed and as if by magic, the baby stopped crying. "Spence, did you see that?" She beamed, a large smile plastered in her face. "Yes, she recognized your voice" Emily remembered all those afternoons in which she and Alison spent cuddling in the couch, imagining how their baby would be, she hugging Alison or with her head in Alison's womb speaking to the baby, thinking what would be her name. Beautiful memories that now were painful.

"What's her name?" Spencer questioned, snapping Emily out of her trance. There was silent for a few minutes. Emily was thinking about how to name her daughter. She thought of all the arguments Alison and her had about what their child's name would be. "If our child were a boy, we could decide later; but if it's a girl, I want to name her Camille" Alison had told her. Emily just wanted her to have Alison's name.

"Lauren Camille. That's her name" Emily declared with a small smile on her face. "Hey, Lauren" the brunette returned her attention to the little girl in her arms. Little Lauren had her eyes opened and although she knew it was too early to know what color her eyes would be, Emily was one-hundred percent sure they would be the same as her mother's. Blues.

"What are you thinking?" Emily broke the silence that had formed, turning to see Spencer who had a serious and thoughtful expression.

"Have you spoken with her family?" Upon hearing her answer, Emily's smile vanished. It was true. She hadn't spoken to her family yet. Emily didn't know how to tell them what had happened because since Alison left her house, she and Emily had only gone a few times and the visits always ended badly. Emily could recall the last time the both of them went to visit. It was a few days after we learned that Alison was pregnant. Her mother went nuts, screaming and ranting about how they were unnatural, spitting about how two disgusting lesbians could give a good education to a child without waiting for them to turn out a fag or dyke.

After the visit, Alison told Emily that if her parents wanted to know their granddaughter or grandson, they would look for them. Alison's tears were the trigger to prevent Emily from contradicting her. The truth was that the brunette wanted to tell her that she had to be close to her family since not even her own family wanted to know about her for the same reasons.

Emily continued to stare at her baby. She didn't know how to tell her daughter's grandparents that their daughter was dead. Lauren smiled involuntarily, plunged into a deep sleep. Emily heard the footsteps of someone approaching, making her and Spencer to turn around. The same nurse who had guided them to the room to meet Lauren told them the visiting time was over and that Alison's body was ready for the funeral. Reluctantly, Emily passed her daughter over to the nurse after kissing her on the forehead and promising that she would return for her to take her home.

"Where are we going?" Spencer asked while both women made their way to the hospital's parking lot.

"I have to find Alison's phone, you're right. I need to tell her family" Emily's tone was serious.

"Mmh, yeah but are you going to let them be present at the funeral?" Spencer inquired looking directly into Emily's brown eyes. "I know they don't deserve to be there because of everything they had put us through, but they are her family. Besides, they have the right to meet their granddaughter".

"Here, I'll drive". Spencer volunteered when they almost reached the car, but Emily shook her head, opening the driver's door. "No, this is my car. I am driving." Spencer got closer to her and snapped the keys from Emily's hands. "No, you're not. You are all over the place. Now, come on." Spencer hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine, leaving a dismayed Emily standing in the same place. "Are you coming or not?" A mocking smile was drawn on her face. Emily shook her head and walked towards the passenger's seat. Once she was seated with the seatbelt on, Emily leaned her head against the window so that Spencer wouldn't see the tears that silently escaped her eyes; the car still emanated Alison's smell. Emily knew she had to be strong but it was almost impossible since her strength had always been Alison.

From the day she met Alison, something within her told her that she should protect that girl because she was still that, a girl. Emily started to lose herself in her thoughts; she began to remember how they had met, the way she looked at her, how Alison found out about her homosexuality. Alison pushed Emily away and it was a shocking surprise when Emily saw her standing at the front door. Once Emily opened the door, Alison pushed her inside the house and kissed Emily with passion. Emily smiled at the memory.

Then she recalled when they decided to keep their relationship as a secret. Her smile was gone when she remembered the look of horror on Alison's parents when they learned the truth. Jessica instantly called Emily´s parents, who came to the DiLaurentis house and found out about their relationship in a heartbeat. Pam, Emily's mother, with great hatred slapped Emily in front of Alison and her parents, but Emily didn't care; the only thing that mattered to Emily was that she didn't want to be separated from Alison, but that wasn't the case. Kenneth decided to kick her out, Alison was no longer welcomed in their house and Jessica only muttered her agreement without showing a single hint of sympathy for her daughter. Emily's parents felt the same.

It had been some time since that incident, approximately six years, and Emily and Alison were no longer kids. With great effort, the both of them managed to finish college and now that they had economic stability to have children, this was happening. More tears came down her cheeks. What was going to happen? How was she going to tell them what had happened to her?

Emily didn't realize they had arrived at her house until Spencer opened the door and offered her hand to help her get out of the car. They walked slowly towards the front door. Emily looked down at the floor, her body felt heavy. The short distance from the driveway to the porch seemed eternal. She was anxious. She was scared. She was lost. She tried to calm her breathing. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. She kept repeating to herself. They climbed the four stairs of the porch and stayed there for a few minutes. None of them spoke.

Emily shut her eyes and took a shaking breath; the lump in her throat was getting bigger and bigger. She rubbed her hands on her jeans and sighed. "Okay" she said under her breath. She placed her hand on the door handle and took a deep breath once more. When she opened the door and entered, a torrent of emotions and memories hit her. Her aroma was impregnated in everything in the house. Emily felt that the house had turned against her to remind her Alison. Her aroma, the portraits, her decorations. Everything.

The brunette went upstairs to their room; before opening the door, she looked up to the ceiling and she released the breath she didn't know she was holding. With her trembling hands she opened the door and she could still see Alison there sleeping peacefully. She went to the bed and sat down in Alison's side caressing the mattress. Something wet fell on her hand. It was the tears that had formed in her eyes and that she had tried to contain; now they were falling fast without stopping. Emily grabbed Alison's pillow, it still smelled like her, she clung to it and let her emotions take control of her body. The brunette remembered that under Alison's pillow was the remote of the small sound system they owned. Emily decided to turn it on and hit the play button. The device began to play flooding the silent room with that song that Alison liked so much.

The soft melody of the piano began to be heard, and soon afterwards, the solo guitar came. Absently, Emily began to sing. She could still hear Alison's voice singing too. "…I was so untrue; I can't live without her love. In my life…" Emily's words barely came out of her mouth. She was still hugging Alison's pillow and her stare seemed lost. "Lady, won't you save me? My heart belongs to you…" The brunette kept singing, but something made her snapped out of her daze to put closely attention to the lyrics of the song. She's gone, out of my life. She's gone; I find it so hard to go on… "What the hell?" she breathed out. The song was now hurting Emily; her body filled with rage.

She's gone, out of my life.

Alison was gone, out of Emily's life.

Those words repeated incessantly in her head. Emily took the remote and repeated the song again. Over and over and over again, the words were buried like knives in her heart. If she loved you, she wouldn't have gone, her mind told her. "I loved her, why did she leave me?" Emily lay back on the bed and curled up into a ball still with Alison's pillow clung to her chest.

"W-why!? Why did you leave me!? I-if I love y-you so much" Emily screamed. In a fit of anger, she got up and threw everything that was in her reach. She tear the sound system up and threw it through the window. "Why did she leave me all alone? If she knew I love her" Emily had finally lost it. She approached the vanity and swept everything that was on it. She looked at herself at the mirror. That wasn't her. In an instant, Emily's fist connected with her reflection, causing the mirror to break into a thousand pieces.

A sharp pain pierce her head, making her sit on the floor. She racked her hands through her hair and felt something trickle down his cheek. Blood. At first, the brunette thought it was from her head but when she turned her hand, she realized it was from there that the blood emanated. Emily didn't make the effort to stop the bleeding. She just watched how the red liquid ran freely down her hand and arm. She didn't care to bleed out; nothing was the same for her anymore.

Without Alison, nothing mattered.

Well, maybe that wasn't a happy reading. Oops.

So, it's the first chapter and Alison is already dead, and of course Emily is devastated. And of course, I am a bitch for bringing this to you, but I promise everything is going to be fine. You just need to stick with me and read till the end. It is really good, I swear.

Again, I apologized for whichever grammatical error you may have found. My knowledge of english expressions sucks, but I am trying.

Next chapter: Alison's funeral aaaand more drama, because let's face it! Life without drama isn't life.

Oh and if you're wondering the name of the song is called "She's gone" by STEELHEART (which is, actually, one of my favs songs).

Bye for now.

-A