*Note for picture. The little boy Kenneth is representing Jonathan. The girl Carla is Lily and Grace. The other kids are irrelevant, but this was the only "Emison babies" picture with both a boy and girl.

Disclaimers: I do not own PLL or the characters. I do own the character of Jonathan.
Spoilers: None.
Rating: T for character death.

*Rosewood, Pennsylvania. December 11th, 2001*

Emily makes her way through the streets of her hometown. The day she has put off for three whole months is a day she can no longer ignore. It has been exactly three months since it happened. Exactly three months to the day since she woke up to what would be the beginning of a life-changing disaster.

Her children, Jonathan, who is 9 years old, and twin girls, Lily and Grace, who are only 9 months old, are in the backseat. Jon sits between his sisters, entertaining the babies.

"Look here, Lil," He says, pointing to a picture in the frame he is holding. "Here is you, and here's Gracie, and here is me! And look, here's mama and there is mommy."

Emily smiles sadly as she watches the young boy interact with his sisters though rearview mirror. She makes a turn and sees Jonathan look up and out of the window to see where they are.

Rosewood Cemetery

Emily pulls over, parks the car, turns off the ignition, and leans against her seat, letting her eyes fall shut. She takes a deep, cleansing breath. She tries her very hardest not to let the tears fall. When she opens her eyes, she sees that Jon has unbuckled, and is standing up between the two front seats.

He places his hand on her shoulder, in a comforting way. He leans forward and presses a kiss to Emily's cheek.

"I love you, Mama," He tells her quietly, and just the way he whispers it is as though he understands every ounce of what she is feeling. After all, her life wasn't the only one that was changed on that day three months ago.

"I love you, too, baby." She whispers before taking one more deep breath. She opens the car door, exiting and going to the back. She takes out Lily and Grace's stroller. Then, she opens the side door and unbuckles Lily from her car seat.

As she is getting the baby settled into the stroller, Jon comes around from his side. He has Grace in his arms, and Emily watches sadly as he masters putting the little girl into the stroller, buckling her up, and handing her her favorite teddy bear. Jon has grown up so much these past few months, so much more so than any 9-year-old should have to.

"All right, are you ready?" Emily asks gently. She directs the question towards Jon as Lily and Grace are simple too young to understand what is going on. Emily doesn't know whether to be happy about that or not, however. They were only 6 months old when that day happened, and they are their usual happy, giggly selves right now.

"Yes, Mama," Jon answers. "I'm ready." As Emily pushes the stroller with Jon beside her, a light snow begins to fall, reminding them of the cold weather that has come in the last few weeks. They continue to walk along the pathway until they come to a certain headstone that is just a mere 10 weeks old.

Emily's eyes fill with tears as she remembers getting the phone call on that day. The phone call that is reason for this headstone.

Flashback: Tuesday, September 11th, 2001. 8:38 a.m. (New York)

At just after 7:38 in the morning on September 11th, Emily is making sure her son, 9-year-old Jonathan, has everything he needs for school. He has been in school for two solid weeks now. It is his first time being at a new school as he was in Rosewood the previous years before Emily and Alison decided to move to San Diego. He is in the fourth grade and so far he absolutely loves it.

"All right, J-bug, you have your lunch?"

"Yes, Mama."

"Your backpack with your homework?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Shoes and jacket on?"

"Yep!"

"Okay then. Let's go load up in the car." They are making their way to the door when Emily's cell phone rings. It's Alison's ringtone. Emily stops Jon, and tells him to go wait in the living room with Lily and Grace, her twin 6-month-old daughters, while she speaks with Alison.

(Emily, Alison)

"Hey, baby," Emily greets as she smiles. Alison is in Boston on a business trip. She was supposed to get home tomorrow night, but finished with everything early and is going to surprise Jon at school this afternoon when she picks him up.

"E-Em." Hearing this tone, Emily's smile immediately drops. She feels a chill run down her spine. Something is up. Something...not good.

"Ali? What's the matter?"

"Em, I-I need you to promise something, okay? I-I don't know how much time I have left. I need you to tell the kids that I love them. Make sure they know their mommy loves them, so, so much." She hears the tears in her wife's voice and suddenly finds herself unable to breath.

"Alison, what is going on? You're scaring me, love."

But Alison ignores her and continues on, "And be sure to tell them about me, okay? I don't want them to forget me. I don't want Lily and Grace to forget me. And don't be afraid to be the bad guy every once in a while." Alison says this because Emily is the big softy out of the two, leaving Ali to do the displining.

"Be sure to tell them about how we met, okay? Just promise me that, Em."

"Alison!" Now Emily is the one pleading. "Please! Just tell me what is going on. This isn't funny anymore, Ali. You're scaring me now."

The next words out of Alison's mouth cause Emily's heart to stop completely. "The plane I am on has been hijacked. I don't think I am going to make it home. I love you so much, baby. So much. Don't you ever forget that."

End of flashback

Present time

Emily is pulled out of her thoughts by Grace calling her name. She looks down at her babies. They are every bit of Alison. They have her big blue eyes, her curly blonde hair, her dimples, her laugh. They are basically Alison in baby form times two.

"Ma-Ma!" Grace holds her hands up and Emily unbuckles her before picking her up. She turns to Jon, who is looking at the headstone.

"Do you want to put the flowers out that you picked for mommy, Jon?" He nods and reaches into the bag. He first pulls out a handmade Christmas card and sit by the headstone. Then, the roses. Three of them. Two reds and one pink, all signifying the love they had for Alison.

He lays them on the headstone. It reads:

Alison Lauren Dilaurentis-Fields
July 18th, 1968-September 11th, 2001
Mother, Daughter, Wife, Friend
Rest In Peace

Jon then bends down on his knees in front of it. "Hi, Mommy. It's me, Jon. Don't worry, okay? I promise me and Mama will tell Lil and Gracie all about you. They won't ever forget about their mommy, and I won't either." He sniffles. Emily puts Grace back in the stroller.

"It's okay, baby." Emily whispers as she bends down beside her son. "It's okay."

Jon wipes his tears away and continues speaking. "I miss you, Mommy. I wish you were here, but Mama says you are in a better place. I won't ever forget, not ever, Mommy, okay? I love you."

After Jon is done speaking, he steps way. Now, it is Emily's turn. She lets her eyes fall closed, and takes a slow, deep breath.

"Hi, baby," She whispers. "It's me. I can't believe we are actually here." She feels the tears begin to fall again. "This isn't fair, baby. You should be here with us. You should be here, watching Jon grow up and celebrating Lily and Grace's first Christmas. But, you're not. Instead, you are gone. And it isn't fair." She breathes in shakily.

"But, I want you to know that I will tell Lily and Grace about you every day of their lives. I will tell them about how you were a loving, kind, and beautiful woman. I will tell them how you would be so proud of them. Did you know Gracie said her first word the other day? It was 'Mama'." Emily breathes out a short laugh, a tiny small on her face. "I told you she was going to be a Mama's girl."

Emily stands up and gives one last look to Alison's headstone. "I won't let our children forget about you, baby. Not ever. I love you so much, Ali." Emily makes sure Grace is buckled up. She then presses a kiss to their foreheads. First Lily, the Grace.

Lily looks at her and smiles, giggling that same laugh that Alison did as a child. "I love you, my babies." She tells them. They begin walking back to the car. Jon looks up at his mother.

"Can we watch another video when we get home, Mama?" He asks. The past few months have been all about watching the videos of the girls when they were younger, especially the ones that involved Alison and Emily as young kids, or the ones from Jon's first Christmas, his first birthday, etc. that have Emily and Alison as a married couple.

Emily smiles. "I think that is a fantastic idea, baby." They load up in the car, and head home.

Okay! So here it is. I know 9/11 was yesterday, but I didn't think of this until late last night. I probably could have had it up then, but it would not have been as half as good as if I put it up today.

I just want to say, that I do not mean to take away from anyone at all who may have lost a loved one during this tragedy. That includes those who were on the plane when they crashed, on the ground, or in the towers or the Pentagon.

If you are reading this, and you lost someone on that day, then I cannot even begin to imagine the pain you are going through. Please know that this was intended to be dedicated and show how tragic that day was, and not to take away any meaning of what happened.

If you would, please review and let me know how I did and what you thought!