Hello! I hope you enjoy this new story. I've written many stories for Hannah Montana, but none for Pretty Little Liars, so please give me a chance. I'm open to any constructive criticism and feedback you may have. Please let me know if you'd like me to continue!

Thanks for reading, enjoy!

-Jen

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That was the first sound that Miley registered as she came to, her eyes fluttering, but squinting against the bright light. She heard the sounds of machines everywhere, she felt tubes and needles taped against her skin, and her whole body ached.

Panic and fear were setting in. Where was she, what had happened? The last thing she remembered was calling her dad to pick her up from Jake's house, because Jake had to rush to the airport. She kept her eyes closed, feeling not ready to open them, physically or mentally. She had the sickest feeling that something was wrong, terribly wrong, and that when she did wake up, everything would be different.

It was then that she became conscious that someone was holding her hand. Before realizing what she was doing, she squeezed it, and the person reacted. "Miley?" Her brother's voice said, sounding tired, worried, upset. She found it odd that her brother was sitting at her side in the hospital (or so she assumed), not her father.

Realizing she'd better open her eyes now, she forced them opened, and they watered, not used to the bright light. Her brother was leaning over her, and when she looked at him, his face flooded with relief, and he reached behind her, pushing a button repeatedly.

"Miley, it's ok," He assured, as she couldn't talk since there was a tube snaked down her throat.

A nurse came in then, followed by a doctor, and they began hovering. The nurse took her hand and asked if she could squeeze it, the doctor made her follow a light with her eyes. Eventually, the doctor removed the tube, and the nurse offered her a cup of water with a straw. Feeling to weak to hold it, Miley reached forward and took the straw between her lips, and gulped at the water. When she spoke after, her voice was still hoarse. "What happened?"

"You were in a car accident, Miley." The doctor said, as the nurse checked the machines more. "You've been in the hospital for two days. You have a concussion, some broken and sprained ribs, and a broken wrist. We were worried about your breathing, it was irregular, so that's why we had the breathing tube."

Miley's head spun, taking in all the information. That all explained why her whole body hurt, and suddenly, her head throbbed. "My head hurts." She said, wincing, laying back against the pillows, her body screaming at her with pain.

"Molly will give you some morphine shortly," The doctor said, gesturing to the nurse. "It will knock you out and your family will want to see you first. Jackson, would you please go tell your family?" He asked.

Jackson reluctantly left, after assuring Miley he'd be right back. Once he was gone, the doctor said, "Miley, I'm not sure if you know already, but blood tests done while you were out tested positive for pregnancy."

It was that one word that brought it all rushing back.

"Jake, what are we going to do?" She muttered as they sat on the steps of his large home, waiting her her father.

"It's going to be fine, Miley. I'll take care of you, and this baby, I promise. I love you." He said, sounding so unlike the immature boy he'd been when they met.

"Jake, we're sixteen!" She'd cried out, "My daddy's going to kill me. And what about Hannah? What about school?"

"We'll figure it all out Miley, I promise, as soon as I get back. Tell your dad once you get home, give him some time to cool off, then we can all sit down and talk about things when I get back next week."

"Ok." She whispered, sliding into his arms as she saw her dad's car pull into the long drive. They hugged in silence until her pulled up, and arm around her shoulders, he walked her to the car and kissed her, before opening the door for her and helping her in.

"Hey, Mr. Stewart," He greeted, easily acting like nothing was wrong.

"Jake," Robbie Ray nodded, greeting the teen. "Have a safe trip this week, son."

"Will do, Mr. Stewart. Goodnight," He said, then to Miley said, "Goodnight, Miles, I love you."

She got out suddenly, hugging him tightly, whispering, "I'll miss you. I love you, too."

He hugged her back equally as tightly, before she got back in the car, and he shut the door for her.

Miley was silent, unsure of what to say. Her dad talked easily, but eventually said, "Ok, bud, what's goin' on? You haven't said a word."

They were only halfway home, but she couldn't do it any more, couldn't keep it from him. Quickly, she blurted out, "I'm pregnant!" and there was no going back.

He was silent for a split second has he registered what his teen daughter had said. "Excuse me?" He finally said, as though he didn't believe it.

"I'm pregnant." She said again, this time quietly.

His hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. "If you're kidding, Miley Ray, then this is not funny. If you're not then...how the hell could you be so stupid, Miley Ray?"

He didn't yell, but that was the worst part. She could hear the hurt and disappointment, feel the anger. She would rather her yelled.

"I didn't mean for it to happen-"

"Well I sure as hell would hope not!" He said, shouting, blowing up. "You're sixteen years old, Miley Ray, you shouldn't even know what sex is, let alone be having it unprotected! You were raised better than this, we raised you right, not to be knocked up at sixteen! Do you know what everyone will say about you, and about me and your mama? Did you want to disgrace us like this, young lady!" He shouted.

"No, daddy, I'm sorry." She whispered in tears.

"Don't you dare dare call me that, only my little girl calls me that, and you sure as hell are not her!" He snapped. "You sit there and be quiet, and when we get home you get your butt up to you room. I don't wanna see you, I can't even look at you right now."

Tears silently flowing down her face, she sat there, silently, before pulling out her phone, but he reached over, grabbing at it. "Don't even think about talking to that boy, he better be glad he's on the way across the country right now," He snarled, and Miley looked over to defend her boyfriend, just in time to see the headlights barreling towards them.

"Daddy, look out!" She screeched, and he turned to look, before looking back at her in fear.

"I love you," He shouted, and it was the last thing she heard before the horrible sound of metal hitting metal filled the air, and all she felt was pain before she blacked out.

"Miley? Miley?" The doctor's voice pulled her from her memory, and she jumped, looking at him.

"Sorry," She whispered. "What?"

"Do you want me to tell your family? About your pregnancy?" He asked. Quickly, she shook her head.

"The baby is ok, right?" She whispered, making sure.

"Yes, the tests showed it was fine, you're twelve weeks along, it looks like," He said, just as Jackson knocked and walked through the door, followed by Memaw, Grandma Ruby, Aunt Dolly, Lilly, Oliver, and Lilly's mom.

"Oh Miley, my dear sweet Miley," Ruby said, rushing over, bending over the bed to kiss her forehead. "Baby, are you ok?"

"Ruby, don't attack her," Memaw said, holding Miley's hand. "We've all been worried sick, sweetie. How are you feelin'?"

"Ok," Miley said quietly.

"You're a trooper, baby doll, we all knew that!" Aunt Dolly said, overly happy, almost fake, smoothing Miley's hair back. Lilly and Oliver stood, holding hands, with Heather Truscott, all looking relieved.

As her grandmothers and godmother backed off a little, but still stayed close, Jackson hovered, sitting on the edge of her bed. Sure, she may have been in an accident, but she was fine. Why was he hovering?

Ignoring it, she asked the one question burning on her mind. Looking from her brother, to her friends, to her grandparents and godmother, she asked, "Where's daddy?"

They all exchanged looks. Lilly buried her face in Oliver's shoulder, Memaw looked away, Jackson grabbed one of her hands but said nothing, and Aunt Dolly sat on her other side, putting an arm around her shoulder, but avoiding her eyes. It was Grandma Ruby that sat in front of her, and took her free hand with both of hers, and said gently, "Baby, your daddy...he didn't make it, sweetie pie, he's with your mama now."

xXxXx

Sitting at her kitchen table while her parents cooked, and her brother watched TV in the living room, Aria Montgomery was doing homework, trying to ignore the persistent feeling that something, somewhere, was wrong.

Happy that her parents were just getting along again, she tried to rub it off. When the house phone rang, which it hardly ever did, Aria volunteered to get it. Grabbing it off the wall she said, "Hello?"

"Hello, dear, can I please speak to Ella?" It was an older, southern woman, her accent clear.

"Sure, one sec please...mom, for you," She said, handing the receiver off to Ella.

"Hello?" Ella almost sang into the phone.

"Ella," a voice she'd recognize anywhere said, "It's mom."

"Hey mom," She said, surprised. Her husband and children looked at her, knowing how so very little Ella talked to her family. "Is everything ok?"

"No, Ella." Ruby said, "Robby and Miley were in a car accident a few days ago, sweetie."

Ella's heart almost stopped, her blood turning to ice. "Are they ok?" She managed to say.

"Miley's fine," Ruby said, and Ella's body functions returned again, "But sweetie...Robbie Ray went on to be with your sister."

It took a moment for what this meant to sink in. Her brother in law was dead. Her sister had died from cancer years ago. This left Miley and her brother orphaned...and sixteen years ago, the adoption contract and Susan herself said that if Miley was left orphaned, then her custody was to be deeded back to her biological parents...Ella and Byron Montgomery.