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Chapter 2: Back and Forth

Emily was pacing up and down the road in front the Lost Woods. To say that she was nervous was an understatement, she was downright terrified. What if she had made a mistake and was deported to a camp because of Alison? What would her mom do? She would be devastated. The brunette felt her throat tighten and she breathed through short ragged hisses. What if her mom came to check up on her like she did every night like she did since that night and found her bed empty?

"Em, would you stop marching up and down," Toby said. "You're making me nervous."

"Nervous, you are nervous?" Emily replied dryly, with a laugh. "How the hell should I feel then?"

"Emily…" Toby sighed. "Why are you meeting this woman? What's her name already?"

"Vivian Darkbloom," Emily answered stiffly. "And I told you, she protected me from Coogan and Kahn. Prevent them from beating me up any further."

Toby growled furiously and marched towards Emily to hold her tight in his arms. Emily sighed. She hated lying to Toby, her best friend in the world but she had to. If Alison had given her an alias, there was a reason and she was not going to betray her.

"You shouldn't be out at night alone!" Toby growled. "It's dangerous!"

"I can take care of myself!" Emily retorted disentangling herself from Toby's arms.

"Obviously not," Toby muttered darkly, glancing at her swollen lips with a grimace.

"Toby, stop playing the caveman please," Emily said annoyed. "You can't always be there to protect me and besides what would you have done?"

"Ripped these bastards limb from limb," Toby replied calmly though his eyes were flashing with anger.

"And got arrested," Emily replied in the same tone.

"I don't care about being arrested for you!" Toby exclaimed, looking with sadness into his best friend's chocolate eyes.

"Well, I do!" Emily cried.

"Now I have to go. It's nearly time." Emily said walking towards the inn door.

"I'm coming with you," Toby said firmly, following her.

"No," Emily replied. "She said I should come alone." This was a lie but she wanted to be alone with the blonde for some reason.

"The hell with that!" Toby protested vigorously "You really think that I'm going to leave you alone with a stranger in a room."

"I'm gonna be perfectly fine… Please stay here…" She pouted, making a face that caused Toby to crumble.

"Fine, Fine," he gave up, furious. "But I don't like this!"

"Thanks, Tobs," Emily said smiling. "See you soon I promise."

"Whatever," Toby muttered in the dark. He had gone back to the car and Emily couldn't see him anymore. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.

The room she entered was dingy and creepy. Goosebumps erupted on her arms and she felt cold terror coiling in her stomach. This place gave her a feeling of being watched. She shuddered and went to the lady who was sitting in an armchair in front of her. She had dark hair and eyes that seem to follow you wherever you went.

"Hum…Excuse me," The brunette said timidly. "I'm here to meet Vivian Darkbloom, room 104." Emily stuttered.

The dark-haired woman stared at Emily's chest and a small and enigmatic smile appeared on her face.

"Ha, you're the Emily. First door to the left. You are expected." The stranger said, insisting on the last word with a knowing smile.

"How do you..." Emily started, puzzled and scared. This was a bad idea.

"Doesn't matter how dear. Go on. She hates when people are late."

Emily obeyed and climbed the stairs, still wondering if she shouldn't be running back home. Sweat was trickling down her back. She arrived at room 104 and knocked nervously.

"Enter." She heard a voice coldly reply from the other side.

Emily obeyed, despite all her senses telling her not to. She entered in a small room. It was surprisingly cozy. Large armchairs were sitting in the corner of the room and a large white four-poster bed was in the center. She looked out for the blonde but couldn't see her. It was too dark. This was a fucking trap! She was done for! For one second she considered running when she heard, "You're here!" A voice said with a twinge of relief. "I thought you wouldn't come."

Emily jumped and looked frantically around. Terror creeping inside. A silhouette approached her slowly. She retreated quickly to the door, arming her fist just in case. Suddenly, she recognized the baby blue eyes staring right into hers. But it was not the usual blonde that appeared but a dark-haired woman. Emily opened her mouth in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," Alison said in a calm voice, touching Emily's arm softly.

Emily coiled. These words, this touch. It was, all the same, that night when he was there. He was kind at first and then…And then… Emily closed her eyes to block the memory. She was trembling from head to toe.

"Emily," Alison said overwhelmed by the brunette's fear. "Emily, I'm not going to hurt you."

Alison approached slowly the brunette. With caution, she touched Emily's lips the same way she did three hours earlier.

"D… Don't… Please!" Emily stuttered.

"Emily!" Alison called more firmly. "Look at me!"

The brunette seemed to recollect herself for a second. This wasn't the same voice. This voice was gentler, more feminine. She opened her eyes and found two pools of blue eyes staring worriedly at her. Unable to look away, she felt the girl pulled her away from the door and bring her to sit on the bed

"Are you O.K?" Alison asked, her voice filled with anguish.

Her blood was boiling. What have they done to her? She knew it was Coogan and Kahn. There was no doubt about that. But what could have they done to her? The simplest touch seemed to fill her with an utmost terror. Alison hated to see those beautiful chocolate eyes filled with panic. She was feeling more and more protective towards the girl. She did not know why and knew it was dangerous, still, she didn't let go and continued to stare into Emily's eyes, drawing small circles on her hand. Emily did not recoil. That was a good sign.

"Emily…" She started.

"Your hair…" Emily whispered pointing to Alison's head.

"Yeah, I know," Alison smiled. "it's my cover…I…"

"Why am I here?" Emily asked defensively. "Is this a trap? Are you going to deport me?"

"What? No!" Alison cried surprised. She stepped off the bed, searching something into her bag which was a few feet away and took out a first aid kit. "I am offering you a way out. For you and your mom. I can get you an English identity. I have connections there with De Gaulle. Next week you're out of here. Let me take care of your lip and shoulders."

"How do you know about my mom?" Emily asked suspiciously while Alison cautiously took care of her injuries.

"You're registered, Emily. You're not hard to find. How about your ribs. Let me see."

Emily lifted her shirt. Alison grimaced and groaned when she saw deep bruises all over the brunette sternum.

"How long has it been like this?" The blonde asked, softly caressing the bruises.

Emily shrugged, but shuddered because she felt sparks ignited in her stomach. Her touch was so soft, so warm, so comforting. It was so different from his. She felt wetness between her legs. This could not be! She would not put this girl in danger. Just because she felt something physical. For some strange reason, this simplest idea of Alison getting hurt was making her sick. She would never forgive herself if…

"So, you know things about me. And I know nothing about you. Am I supposed to just accept your help? Sorry nuh huh. Not gonna work!" The brunette said defiantly, pushing Alison's hands away.

"I just want to help," Alison said impatiently and upset. "You have no reason to fear me."

"I have every reason in the world to fear you. You're Alison DiLaurentis." Emily retorted.

"I'm not like my parents," Alison sighed in a tired voice.

"How am I supposed to know that?" Emily cried.

"I saved you, didn't I?" Alison replied stiffly. "In front of everyone to see. Isn't that enough?"

Emily lowered her head, ashamed. That was true. Alison had not done anything to hurt her so far and she was being rude but she had learned to be careful about people's intentions.

"Sorry, I'm just being…"

"Careful," Alison finished. "And you're right. But you've got nothing to fear from me. I've been helping Jews to get out ever since the Final solution has begun. I'm disgusted by it, but you know what it is like. In this world, either you lie or you die. But I can get you out. I want to get you out of here."

"Why me?" Emily asked curiously.

Alison flushed, red patches were coming on her cheeks and this pool of excitement again. The furious need to touch her skin, to feel her underneath her… Alison slapped herself mentally. She could not have thoughts like that. It was filthy, impure. Once again, she stared deeply into the brunette's eyes and she was sure. She was the purest soul she'd ever met. So why did she feel so conflicted? Why was she so obsessed with the brunette? She didn't care about her cover, about doing the right thing. She just wanted her to be safe and at the same time, she couldn't bear the thought of being away from her. She stroked her cheek lightly saying, "I don't know, does it matter?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Emily stood up and said with sadness, "You should not get yourself embarrass with me, Alison. I'm bad news."

Alison felt her heart shatter and she still did not understand why.

"Why shouldn't I?" Alison asked trying to conceal the sensation of rejection she felt.

"Your file does not say why I have this?" Emily asked pointing to the black triangle on her chest.

"No, it just said that you're not fitted to live in The Nazi Society, that you're tainted. I just figured it was because you were a Jew. What have you done?"

"Nothing," Emily eluded. "What does your file says about me exactly?"

"That you're a Jew, that your father was a general in the Luftwaffe, high-ranked. He committed suicide a few months ago because he refused to leave his wife who was a Jew and they were forcing him."

"This is the official version," Emily smirked bitterly, a flash of sadness in her eyes.

"What is the unofficial version?" The blonde asked completely upset by the way sadness courses through Emily's body.

It was almost like she was feeling it herself. She wanted to hug the brunette, to make her sorrow go away. But, she didn't. Her sorrow touched her, like a cannonball. She wanted to do something to ease the brunette's pain, not because she was feeling it but, because it was unbearable for her to see Emily suffer

"I don't really know. All I know is that he didn't kill himself."

"I can find out if you want." Alison offered. She had to do something, she hated feeling powerless.

"No, I don't want you to. You're already in enough danger as it is." Emily replied, returning on the four-poster bed.

"You are in danger and you and your family should leave. Go to London. And after we win, you will go to France. To Paris. I know you love Paris. You'd look wonderful at the top of the Eiffel Tower." Alison flushed, ashamed of letting slip this comment.

"These are dreams Alison, and if you read my files and my dad's then you know full well that I would never leave my country, just as you wouldn't, so my answer is no!"

"Emily…" Alison pleaded, holding her hand.

"No," Emily repeated stubbornly. She let go of Alison's hand walking towards the door and said, her throat constricted with emotion, "In another world, I would have liked to know you better but you should stay away from me. Thank you for your help. And by the way, I prefer you in blonde. Goodbye, Alison." And she walked out.

Alison stood shocked for a few seconds. She was not used to people saying no to her. She was angry but most of all she felt sad and rejected and she was not used to feeling those things and it hurt. It was like Emily left a big hole in her heart. She stood up, suddenly and ran down the stairs.

"Where is she, Auntie Mary?" Alison asked in panic.

"She left with her friend." Mary Drake answered quietly.

"I need to find her!" Alison exclaimed, desperately ignoring the pang of jealousy that crept inside of her. She preferred going back to her friend Toby Cavanaugh than staying with her. The hole inside of her opened a little more and it burned; It took her a little time to see that she was crying.

"She will never say yes, Ali, no matter what you say." Her aunt replied calmly. "And you shouldn't pursue that obsession considering what she is."

"What is she?" Alison cried.

"You don't know?" Mary asked, surprised.

"NO! AND I DON'T CARE!" Alison screamed.

"Asocials are not only thieves or rapists. It also represents women who love women and refuse to live a normal life."

"I already told you, I don't care what she is," Alison repeated coldly.

If she was honest with herself, Alison wasn't surprised. It explained her behavior, why she said that the blonde should stay away from her, why she'd received the cryptic warning, and why the brunette felt uncomfortable at the slightest touch. And for some obscure reason, Alison wanted her anyway. She knew it was not the way it was supposed to be, so she would try to fight it but she still wanted to convince the brunette to leave. Perhaps, to forget about her and marry some guy and be the perfect wife she was meant to be. She will think later about how she feels. All she wanted was to see the brunette again.

"The real question, dear..." Mary said with the same twisted smile "Is, "does it change who you are?"

"I don't know what you mean." Her niece replied coldly.

"Alison, it's obvious, she means something more to you than Hanna, Aria or Spencer. How do you feel about that?"

"It scares me shitless, it's not normal."

"What's normal, dear?" Her aunt replied. "Are you ready to never see her again?"

"No, no that's just unbearable," Alison admitted, tears slipping down her cheeks. The pain at the idea of not seeing her again was awful. She clutched her stomach to try to protect herself from the pain.

"Then you know your answer," Mary said.

"I need to see her," Alison insisted.

"You need to come back home. My dearest sister will get suspicious." Mary replied, shortly.

"Hanna is my alibi… She insisted for some reason. She said and I quote "there is some weird hot vibe between you two. Go figure it out. Please, Mary!"

"Fine, put your wig on."

"Oh, and I will need Wayne Fields' files. I need you to get it. Any idea how I could?"

"You should ask Spencer, dear. Last time I heard, he committed suicide. He was Luftwaffe Colonel or something?"

"I need to infiltrate the Luftwaffe."

"As I say, dear, ask Spencer, she will have a plan cooked up in five." Mary simply said.

"You're not going to stop me?" Alison asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dear, I know enough about Spencer and you to know that nothing will stop you. After all, we three are the same blood."

"Yeah, don't remind me of that! I know my dad is fucking all of Berlin when he can and that Peter Hastings does the same thing."

"They have to," Mary said with a smirk. "To make more perfect babies."

"I hate Nazism!" Alison said with a growl. "Let's go!"

XXX

They drove on into the night, in the dark streets of Berlin. Alison was staring at the emblem of the Nazi Party through the reflection of the glass. She stared then at the SS patrols on the streets. Further along, she saw some shops tainted with "Jude" on it and for the first time, she thought about the operation "weiße taube*" which consists of saving Jewish children and send them away to the US or England to families. Not that she was particularly fond of the idea but their parents asked for it to be done. They knew they would probably be sent somewhere where they would be dying and they wanted their children to be safe. Alison knew this would be complicated, she had a whole network prepared for it. She would work on it tomorrow. Tonight was all about Emily. They arrived at Emily's place, if you could call that a place. It looked like more like a bin. She got out of the car and knocked on the door.

The tall brunette answered. She was just in a shirt. Her long-tanned legs showed in all their glory. Damn, this woman was going the death of her! She repressed the urge to touch Emily and cleared her throat.

"Vivian, what are you doing?"

"I want to know you. I don't care about the consequences. I want to be your friend."

"We can't be friends," Emily replied stiffly.

"Not in plain sight, since you don't want to flee. Let me protect you." Alison pleaded, seizing the brunette's hands.

"I…" Emily started, trying to find a counter-argument. But she was lost in Alison's icy blue eyes. She found herself incapable of talking. She huffed and grudgingly let her in and closed the door behind her.

AN : The weiße taube(german) means White dove