Heavy Weight

Part I

After having such a great morning, Emily is feeling great about her mother and her new found love in Hanna. In fact, she's having such a great time that she almost forgot they were all in the middle of an all-out war with A.

While Hanna seemed in a blissful haze, chatting with Pam, all she could think was, if it could only be this easy with my Mom. How was she going to tell her? Every time things get a little normal it's like she's taking two steps back into a barn filled with manure.

Just as they begin to feel completely at home, two beeps ping on their cell phones simultaneously, causing the whole table to vibrate with their matching alerts.

This has happened before. This always happens. Pam watches nervously as both Emily and Hanna glare at the phones feeling prematurely mortified…

Spencer : SOS Have new info on Bethany Young … my house ASAP!

They both looked at each other, they knew the bliss had to end. At least it wasn't a death threat or a video or a drawing of someone being killed. They both sigh. There's a little less to feel nervous about.

"That's Spencer," Emily says. "She needs to get us caught up on our English Lit project." Lies. Lies. Lies.

"Wiiiiiiill you be back for lunch?" Pam asked. She is enjoying it, the intimacy with her daughter. The new knowledge that Em and Hanna were having a blissful and unplanned honeymoon moment upstairs infiltrated Pam's entire being and made her positively radiant with her own unexpected glee. Hanna Marin, she thought, shaking her head.

"Not 100% sure, Mom. I'll try to call you when I have a better idea," it wasn't rare to say a thing like that and Pam was used to it by now, used to the disappearing.

"Ok," she said quickly, rushing over to kiss her goodbye. They both ran upstairs. In the room Hanna asked if they could quickly drop by her house to grab clothes, Emily said "fine , let me tell Spencer. We'll grab coffees from The Brew," she decided.

"Sounds good," Hanna said, grabbing her bra and shirt. "Can I get one more kiss before we leave our safe cocoon?" This was new. Emily liked it.

Em took two steps forward, closing the usual distance between them and gently tilting her chin up, kissing her longingly. After a while she realized that she had lost her train of thought. When she came to, her hands were on Hanna's neck and Hanna's chin. She felt her skin in her palms and her body so close. They had been kissing for what felt like hours. The taste of Hanna was sweet because of Pam's delicious fruit, it made stopping that much harder. They both knew this would be the last touch until later tonight. They didn't speak but they both wanted to stay there and linger, get lost in it. Things were simple like this. They could be so simple if it had only been the two of them before and forever.

Part II

Over at 23 Bridgewater Terrace, Spencer and Aria were looking over the new found pictures that Aria had stolen from Rhonda. The pictures were ridiculous angry monster-like being attacking Jessica DiLaurentis, and a lady in a flowing gown falling down a side of a building …

"WOW! Do you think that could be Mrs. Cavanaugh?" Aria speculated. As she was finishing her thought, Emily came into the room with coffee for everyone. About 7 minutes later she was followed by Hanna. Alison was always fashionably late like the queen bee she was, she made a grand entrance. Everyone took their spots around

the table and flipped thru the portfolio.

"Wow this chick was deranged," Hanna said.

"These pictures seem to get more disturbing as we go," Spencer agreed with Hanna. "Do you think that she had something to do with Mrs. Cavanaugh? And What did Mrs. DiLaurentis have to do with either of them?" Spencer was sick of this stupid puzzle. It gnawed tediously at her brain and she hated that it had yet to be solved. She mostly hated it because it wasn't really complicate it was just fucking stupid and a waste of everyone's fucking time.

"Rhonda was roommates with Bethany," Aria said. " visited her at least 4 times a month."

"What did Jessica want with Bethany?" Hanna asked.

"Rhonda said she had long blonde hair, was of slight frame, and had blueish green eyes..." They all stopped and thought suspiciously: we kind of know someone that looks very close to that.

Part III

After hanging at Spencers house for half of the afternoon, and frustratingly tossing around theories and connections between Bethany and Mrs. DiLaurentis. Everyone took a break and took off for a while to just actually live. It had actually been so long since they had been able to relax or not worry about a weird noise in the dark, or a police siren coming near. What was life like before A or even before Alison? It was getting to the point where none of them could remember.

Hanna and Emily went off to Hanna's House for a bit, just to nap and cuddle since they really hadn't gotten much sleep last nite.

As she ran up the stairs to her room, Hanna asked back Emily if she wanted some snacks?

"Not really," Em answered. "I just want to take a nap in the safety of your big comfy bed." It was sweet the way she said it.

"Does this mean I get to nap safely in your arms?" Hanna asked, realizing that what she had wanted was about to come true.

Hanna dropped the snack for a chance to crawl up onto her bed and wrap herself around Emily Fields. It didn't take long at all for them both to nod off.

Little did they know, this would be the only peace and quiet they would be having for the next 48 hours.

Part IV

Back over in Bridgewater Terrace, Alison was plotting the timeline out well. First she would send an A message to Mona. The most volatile of the bunch. She already knew what Mona would do. She would probably set off to find Hanna immediately, but how would Mona feel? Now that was the real question. Would she end her night in a jealous fit like Alison had or was Mona over caring about everyone? Was she actually dead inside? Ali wished she could know. If she had to guess she'd choose jealous fit. But there was that doubt in her, the bit that thought Maybe she had turned Mona into a sociopath capable of anything, especially murder.

After Mona she would do a bulk text. She'd wait until they were all in their separate rooms, alone. It was more fun that way, when they ran to each other. Ali loved it, she felt like a puppet master, controlling them all. She couldn't wait for her show. She'd watch them all on the camera and relish in it.

Ashley would be last. That would be the kicker. Ali would love to drop a bomb on her. Ashley was so gullible it was almost cute.

Little did Ali know, that bomb had been mildly defused earlier in a really enjoyable way.

Alison's fingers danced over her touch screen. It was time…

She pressed send.

WELL, LOOKS LIKE EMILY GOT WHAT YOU HAVE ALWAYS WANTED!

LoVe A-

And off it went to Mona... like a bullet in the night. The first domino was set into motion. There was no stopping now.

Across town, at The Brew, Mona, Sydney, and Jenna were sitting down and planning... When a little ping came in from Mona's phone, they all stared. She slowly brought her phone up into view. The words of the text made her seeth and she hadn't even watched the video. She pressed play and it began to look. Hanna and Emily slowly walking home hand in hand. Then flashes of them talking, Hanna confessing her love. Then they were kissing, then more.

As Mona watched it one more time the heat slowly rose from her stomach up into her chest, but for what reason? She wondered. She had no claim to Hanna, but, she had always wanted too. How did A know?

Her mind instantly flashed back to the night in October where she had almost got that kiss. She'd waited so long, wanted it so long. The longing glances, the light brushes of her hand, how fast it all made her pulse race. Everything about Hanna used to excite her but she had pushed it aside.

And A knew…