Hello beautiful people! So sorry it took me literally forever to update this story! My apologies as life got crazy!

Marlene totally stole the Emily becoming the girls team swim coach and Ali working as an English teacher at Rosewood High idea from me...which I'm totally okay with lol! But serious though if some of my cute ass fluffy Emison scenes end up getting in the actual show...I might just have to contact her and be like "boo where the hell's my check?!" Honestly though I'm been waiting seven long ass seasons for Emison to rise and actually be in a relationship so I really don't care! Please turn Sinus Infection into the actual show! I'm freakin begging you!

With all that being said it might be a good idea to read chapter seven again because a lot of shit went down and a lot of stuff goes down this chapter as well!

Alison bad ass DiLaurentis is back and ready to take names! Also, there's some more Charlotte in this chapter so you have that to look forward to!

In one of the scenes this chapter I quote the song "Somebody to Die For" by Hurts and honestly there has never been a more perfect song to describe Alison DiLaurentis and really Emison as a couple...just saying. If you don't know it, you should definitely give it a listen!

I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think!

Sinus Infection Chapter Eight

Dying Declaration and Unearthed Secrets

Emily's head was throbbing and her ribs hurt like a bitch. Her body has never been this physically sore before. She doesn't know where she is or how she even got there. The last thing she remembers is texting Hanna and Ali while she was heading out to her car in the school parking lot…in a state of bliss…and distraction. Wait, was she attacked?

Well given that you're in all this physical pain Em, I think that'd be a safe bet.

She feels perfect heart shaped lips press against her forehead and the coach suddenly feels like she's coming back into her body-like she's regaining some control. She knows those lips can only belong to one person and given that her fingers are also intertwined, the brunette knows Alison is right by her side. God, what she wouldn't give to just see Ali right now. Her girlfriend makes everything better.

"I'll find out who did this to you, mermaid. I promise. I love you." The sound of her angel's voice sets Emily on fire. All she wants to do is open her eyes and tell Alison she loves her too. Her girlfriend must be going absolutely insane right now-with her being unconscious and all…and given how steely Alison's voice sounded Emily can only assume she was attacked. God whoever hurt her better watch out, because when her love got protective, she turned into a complete bad ass. Which was such a damn turn on...well anything Alison did was a turn on, but...there was just something about seeing Ali defend those she loves that got Emily all sorts of aroused.

Okay seriously Fields not the thing to be focusing on right now! How about we try and open our eyes…

Using all of her strength Emily forces her eyes to flutter open as she croaks out, "Ali…"

Everything in her line of vision is blurry. God, why do I feel so disoriented? Was my head bashed in? Why does everything hurt? What the hell?

She hears a chair skid against the tile floor in the hospital room and before her thoughts can lead her into a complete panic, Ali's free hand is caressing her battered cheek. The coach feels her heart rate return to normal…Alison's touch is just that soothing. God, I love her.

Emily blinks a few times trying to get her eyes to refocus. She just wants to see her perfect girlfriend.

When things finally become clear Ali's beautiful face is hovering mere inches from her. The English teacher's usually glorious blonde hair is matted, dark circles present under her tired eyes, cheeks red from crying, and make up smudged; yet she's still the most gorgeous creature Emily's ever seen.

Alison's looking at her with a mixture of relief and reverence. She briefly wonders just how long the blonde had to wait to get news on her condition, because God she knows it would drive her insane to wait to hear how Ali was doing if she were the one who was hurt. And God she must have been hurt pretty badly-why you feel like utter shit Fields-because tears form in her love's baby blues and cascade down her flushed cheeks as she hollows out,

"God, you have no idea how beautiful your eyes are, Em…"

Despite how weak she feels, Emily raises her hand to Ali's cheek so she can catch her tears and draw the woman who means absolutely everything to her into a gentle hug. It truly is amazing how the swimmer's need to take care of and love Alison can overpower any physical ailment preventing her from doing so. What can she say? She can't stand to see her girl in pain.

As Ali's head settles in the crook of her neck, Emily slowly shifts in her hospital bed so there's enough room for Alison to get in beside her. Her ribs protest profusely as she shimmies over, but Emily could care less. They both needed this embrace. Even though the brunette can't exactly remember what happened…she knows the teacher must have been scared shitless…and being in close proximity with Emily always seems to calm Ali down.

When Ali scoots in flush against the swimmer; her breathing immediately starts to settle. There you go, babe. Just breathe. I'm right here.

After a few moments Emily gently runs her fingers through Ali's gorgeous (even when it's a tousled mess) blonde hair and holds her gaze as she softly inquires, "What happened?...The last thing I remember is sending emails after practice…and then texting you and Hanna…"

A pained look flashes across her girlfriend's ever expressive eyes and Emily knows she isn't going to like whatever she's about to hear.

"You were attacked in the school parking lot," Anger seeps through Alison's tone as she explains why Emily's in such physical anguish right now, "This low life body slammed you into the pavement…and kicked you relentlessly…" That explains the throbbing headache…and why my ribs feel like five hundred pounds of concrete crashed into them. The teacher gently runs her finger along the curvature of Emily's face, "…And they would have hurt you so much worse if James hadn't shown up when he did."

"James?" The brunette's eyebrows rise in confusion. After a couple seconds the images of her attack come flooding back. She remembers being so happy once she'd finally finished with emailing the college scouts, texting first Alison and then Hanna, when someone brutally grabbed her from behind and pummeled her damn near into oblivion. She remembers being terrified that she was going die when out of nowhere a tall, muscular male had tackled her attacker to the ground. She remembers drifting in and out of consciousness with blood pooling around her as someone held her hand…

"You have to hold on Coach, your Teach's entire world."

"He saved your life, Em." Alison truthfully declares as her ocean pools continue to envelope the brunette.

Oh my God! I recognized the voice, but couldn't place it then…It was James…Alison's favorite student had saved her life. Jesus, it's almost poetic.

The coach leans into Alison's touch and softly kisses her wrist as she breathes out, "You must have rubbed off on him, Ali…You're really good at saving my life."

Her girl lets out a strangled laugh and the brunette will take it. Even pained, Alison's laugh is still the most beautiful sound the swimmer's ever heard.

Ali leans up and places a soothing kiss on her forehead as she intimately proclaims, "I love you so much."

Despite the cuts and bruises that mark her face, Emily's lips curve into a smile.

She has no clue how long it's going to take her to recover, but she knows she'll get there with Alison by her side. Her girlfriend was just so sweet and so caring…and totally bad ass…

"I love you, too."

Emily loses track of time with Ali lying so close beside her and it was utterly amazing how her pain just seemed to subside under the blonde's healing touch. Feeling safe with her girlfriend so close, Emily closes her eyes and tries to remember everything she can from her attack…anything to identify the person responsible. Her attacker was dressed just like –A back in the day…black hoodie, black pants, black combat boots, and a black mask. Given how much everyone adored the brunette in Rosewood, Emily figured the only person who could attempt to kill her would be the one who had started up a new reign of torment for all five of them following Charlotte's murder…

Slowly the brunette opens her eyes and quietly voices her fears, "It was –A, wasn't it?..." Or whatever the hell we're calling them now…uber –A, emoji texting psycho, annoying ass motherfucker…

Alison lets out a heavy sigh as she looks back at Emily and confirms, "Yes. They sent me a text a few hours after you were attacked."

Taking a deep breath the brunette asks-somewhat begrudgingly, "What did it say?" All Emily wanted was to build a life with Alison…which is what she had been doing for the past ten weeks. They were the best weeks of her entire life-getting to openly love the woman who's always meant the world to her. And she'd fight like hell to make sure she and Ali get their happily ever after.

Tormenting motherfuckers beware.

Ali gently strokes her cheek as she recalls her girlfriend's attacker's threat with a twinge of sadness, but complete resolve, "It's always the loyal ones you have to take out first. Charlotte…Emily…Next time your favorite student won't be there to save her."

Emily gulps. Next time? That meant whoever came after her would try again or worse yet they'd go after Ali or someone else the kind hearted coach loved.

As if reading her thoughts Alison reassures, "They won't lay another finger on you, Em. I promise."

The brunette wants to believe her girlfriend more than anything, but how can the teacher be so sure that they'll all stay safe from whoever had so brutally attacked her when she'd least expected it?

Well, now you'll be on high alert Fields…definitely no more texting absentmindedly in the school's parking lot…

"How can you be so sure, Ali?"

A small smirk overtakes her girl's flawless face. What have you got up your sleeve DiLaurentis?

"Because babe, I called in my secret weapon."


"Sooo Miss DiLaurentis is there a reason you insisted on coming all the way to my swim meet in New York City?"

Since Emily had taken over as coach, the Sharks had been performing so well that they got invited to a prestigious tri-state meet in the Big Apple where scouts from numerous east coast schools came to recruit. It was a great accomplishment for their program and Emily was praying that some of her seniors could land a scholarship with the performances they put on (which were stellar by the way). She was so damn proud of her team and the brunette was beyond ecstatic that her girlfriend had made the long trek and been in the stands the entire duration of the meet.

Emily snaked her arms around Ali's slim waist and pulled the teacher flush against her once she'd reached the bottom of the metal bleachers. She could hear the girls from the Sharks swim team whistle at the gesture from across the Manhattan natatorium, but she didn't care. She was just insanely happy that Ali was here supporting her…and probably fantasizing about her…because the teacher had made it really clear that she loved seeing Emily in her coach jacket. Hell the blonde almost always devoured her whole when Emily came home from practice still wearing it…not like she was complaining about that at all.

"What I can't just be a supportive girlfriend and cheer you on Coach Fields?" Ali feigned innocence with a flirtatious lift to her tone and smiled up at her (after she none too subtly gave Emily an appreciative up and down glance).

"No, no you can…" Emily reassures and then giggles as her eyes land on the sign that Alison had made for the meet.

'I Love the Coach! Go Mermaid!'

It was clear to say her girlfriend didn't shy away from telling any and everyone how much Emily meant to her. Ali was seriously the best cheerleader ever and Emily loved her for it…no matter how loud she could get from the stands (seriously though she gave Hanna a run for her money).

"…I love the sign by the way."

Ali brushes a lose strand of hair behind the coach's ear (which of course makes Emily shiver) and smirks, "Cute, right? No wonder all the students ship us…"

The coach quirks an eyebrow, "Ship us? What's that even mean?"

Alison shakes her head as a dopey smile spreads across her beautiful face, "Basically they fan girl about our relationship."

"Really?" The brunette asks disbelievingly.

"Yup. We even have a name…"

"Wait…the students named our relationship?"

Ali laughs before explaining, "Yeah, James came up with it…Emison."

A few moments pass as Emily ponders the new information. Emison…Emily and Alison blended together…it definitely has a nice ring to it.

"Wow. I have to say…I kind of like it."

"I know, right?" Ali's simply glowing as she stays wrapped in Emily's hold and the coach feels her heart warm at the sight. Her girl deserved to be this happy every single day. "It's almost as cute as you mermaid…almost."

"God, I love you."

Despite knowing that her team is going to give her endless teasing about it on the long bus ride back to Rosewood, Emily leans down and captures Alison's tantalizing lips in her own. She simply couldn't resist and she swoons when Ali leans further into her to deepen it. Their lips move in perfect tandem and as expected several voices from across the natatorium start to shout in approval.

"Get it Coach Fields!"

"Rosewood's power couple right there!"

"We've said it all along! Emison's endgame!"

She and Ali pull apart lightly chuckling at the members of the girls swim team's obvious joy at the sight of their kissing.

Shyly Alison looks down and bites her bottom lip which Emily finds all sorts of adorable. When she glances back up she's sporting the soft smile she only reserves for the swimmer and the brunette nearly crumbles.

"I love you, too...And you totally caught me mermaid." A sly look has overtaken her face and Emily is all sorts of curious as to why. "There's actually someone I want you to meet…"

Grabbing her hand Alison interlocks their fingers and begins pulling her back up the metal bleacher steps. What the hell? Had someone been sitting with her girl during the meet? And if that were the case how did she not notice that? Well you were supposed to be coaching there, Em…

When Ali stops walking Emily's eyes settle on a tall athletic brunette with bright blue eyes and a warm smile. The coach had to admit she was incredibly attractive. Not anywhere as beautiful as her girlfriend, but yeah, you know…for other people to look at…definitely easy on the eyes.

Before her girlfriend can start the introductions, the mystery woman-who gives off an aura of protectiveness-speaks with a slight teasing tone, "You must be Emily…who Alison never shuts up about."

Ali rolls her eyes at the woman before playfully hedging out as she snakes her arm around Emily's waist, "Yes, she is." When Emily chances a glance down at the blonde, Alison's looking up at her with sheer adoration and love swirling within her sparkling irises. "Babe, this is my best friend Brittany Johnson, who despite the sass is an amazing person."

Emily smiles at the revelation. Brittany was like the only new friend Alison had made during her college years. And from what her girlfriend had told her about the older woman, the CIA agent was pretty incredible. Needless to say the coach had been dying to meet her ever since Ali had mentioned their friendship, but given how often Brittany was out of the country on a top secret CIA mission that proved to be a little challenging.

"Yeah Ali calls me her secret weapon…whatever the hell that means." Brittany laughs and then sincerely proclaims, "It's really great to meet you, Emily."

"You too, Brittany," The coach echoes and sticks her hand out for a handshake, but the agent scoffs before pulling her into a hug instead.

"Anyone who loves Alison the way you do gets a hug Emily. Thank you for taking such great care of her…She deserves it."

As Emily returned the CIA agent's embrace she couldn't help but agree. Her girlfriend deserved the fucking world and she was going to love the shit out of her for the rest of eternity in order to give it to her.


All of the fear Emily had previous felt disappeared as her lips curved into a smile.

"Wait…you called Brittany?"

To say Emily liked Alison's New York bestie would be a vast understatement. She absolutely adored the CIA agent who had become a much needed support system for her girlfriend since they'd met over three years ago. Brittany would seriously do anything for Ali and the swimmer loved the tall brunette for being the absolute best friend Ali could ever have. The two of them had struck up a fast friendship as well after they'd met at her swim meet in Manhattan a couple weeks ago. Brittany was just super chill and cool, not to mention her rants about societal injustice and political corruption were just fucking gold.

Ali offered her a sheepish look, "Mmmhmm."

Raising an eyebrow, the coach inquired, "I thought she was swamped with cases."

"She is…" Ali confirmed before a steely resolve flashed across her eyes as she implored, "But you getting attacked changes everything. If this psycho wants to attack the love of my life then I'm going to call in my CIA agent, ass kicking best friend. Because if anyone can make sense of this cluster fuck of a situation…it's Brittany."

Emily chuckled at that. She'd only met The Bronx native once, but she'd definitely gotten the distinct impression that she could handle anything that was thrown at her. The brunette found it endearing how Ali was willing to pull out all the stops once she'd been hurt. Then again if emoji texting psycho/new –A/ whatever the hell they were calling them had attacked Alison, Emily would have contacted all of her dad's old friends from the army and started a motherfucking war. Yeah maybe they both got a little carried away when it came to protecting the other…

Alison scooted further up in the hospital bed and Emily gladly snuggled into her chest inhaling her vanilla scent. And it was seriously unreal how much that calmed the swimmer down. When the teacher's slender arms wrapped protectively around her, Emily let out a content sigh.

Absentmindedly tracing patterns along Ali's toned stomach, Emily asked a few minutes later, "You really think Brittany's going to be able to figure all this out?"

The blonde playfully scoffed, "Well, she might need my help a little bit…"

Emily smiled. Ali being a detective scoping things out would be so damn cute. Well really Ali doing anything is cute…

Overcome with exhaustion (a side effect of the pain medicine being pumped into her veins), Emily's eyes fluttered shut as Alison placed a reassuring kiss on the crown of her head and whispered out,

"Don't worry, mermaid. You're safe. I've got you."

Boy, do you ever.


Hey, just wanted to give you an update. Bradley and I are going to Welby to check things out. I was looking through the police's case on Charlotte's murder and things just aren't adding up…We're going to see if we can make sense of things…How's Em doing?

Alison let out a heavy sigh as she read Britt's text. Of course things with her sister's murder didn't add up. The cops in this town (besides Toby) were complete idiots. The teacher was glad that her best friend and Bradley (who was like the younger brother she never had, but always secretly wanted) were looking into things now. She figured Brittany would bring him along, even though technically he didn't work for the CIA (well not yet at least). However his tall stature, gigantic muscles, intelligence, and huge heart proved to be valuable assets in almost any case. And really Bradley was just protective by nature (much like his sister) which Alison figures she and the others are going to need a lot of before things are all said and done.

Glancing down at her still beautiful girlfriend (scrapes and bruises did nothing to diminish Em's shine in Ali's eyes) that's resting comfortably against her chest, the blonde smiles. Em had been drifting in and out of consciousness all morning because of her pain medication, but luckily she'd been awake when Pam, Hanna, Aria, Spencer, and Toby had all come in to check on her. Much like Ali they all seemed more at ease once they saw that Emily was indeed going to be alright.

Pam was currently on a coffee/food run to The Brew (leave it to Alison's future mother in law to never let anyone go hungry) and Toby was back at the police station. Lieutenant Tanner had all but demanded that the kind officer get his 'ass back there' to look over surveillance tapes. Which was completely futile because Ali knew the tapes at the school hadn't captured anything (new –A was too fucking smart for that). But it wasn't like the blonde was about to explain to Tanner that her investigative skills weren't going to solve shit, because she'd already gotten text confirmation on who had attacked the most important person in her life. Yeah no, she'd much rather work with Brittany-who just got her and actually solved cases.

Despite only having access to one of her hands (because she wasn't about to not have her girlfriend enveloped in some warmth) Alison expertly typed out in reply to her best friend,

Em's hanging in there. She's in and out of consciousness and resting right now. We're still waiting to hear when she can be discharged.

Alison's praying to God that she can get her girl home later today; because she knows just being back in their house with Pepe would help Emily immensely.

Thank you again for looking into everything Britt, I really appreciate it.

Seconds later Alison gets a response and she has to stop herself from giggling, because she can just get imagine Brittany teasing her and wiggling her eyebrows.

Well, I'm sure resting in your arms helps her immensely, Ali!

A few seconds later…

Given that she has such a great support system at home, Emily should be discharged soon (and yes Alison I was talking about you!). They're probably just sorting through the paper work right now-you know insurance bullshit and all that jazz…

Alison felt all warm and fuzzy inside as she took in the CIA agent's assessment of why Emily would be going home soon: her. She and Emily really were building a beautiful life together and as soon as Brittany and Bradley put the pieces together regarding this tormentor (and Ali kicked some serious ass) they could get back to that. She smiled at just the thought.

And seriously stop thanking us. Bradley and I would do anything for you. Just focus on taking care of Emily and we'll try and figure all this out!

"Are you texting –A again, Ali?" Spencer's accusatory tone snapped the teacher out of her conversation with Brittany. The brainy brunette had been furious with her ever since she found out that Alison had basically thrown down the gauntlet with emoji texting psycho and had therefore been delivering jabs all morning. She knew Spencer was stubborn, sleep deprived, Toby deprived (given that he had to go back to the police station), and in desperate need of coffee; but she was seriously getting on Ali's last nerve. For fucks sake she did not need to deal with an annoyed Hastings on top of everything else.

Before she could reply to the woman who was honestly too smart for her own damn good sometimes, Hanna came to her defense, "Spence c'mon. This psycho murdered Ali's sister and tried to kill the love of her life. What was she supposed to do? Remain passive?"

Spencer turned towards Hanna and offered her fiercest glare as she gritted her teeth, "She could have at least consulted us before she decided to poke the bear, Han!"

Glancing towards Emily who was remarkably still asleep despite the commotion, Hanna whisper shouted right back at the lobbyist, "Newsflash Spencer! The bear was going to be poked no matter what because James stopped them from killing Em! Ali being a protective girlfriend isn't causing Big Bad to do anything they already weren't planning!"

"Well it isn't helping matters either!" Came Spencer's curt reply and Alison had to refrain from rolling her eyes.

"Oh my God can we please not fight about this?" Aria's drained voice filled the hospital room and the feuding blonde and brunette gave her their full attention, "Bottom line we all love Emily and just want whoever did this to be found and stopped…" The tiny brunette's reasoning seemed to appease Spencer who let out a tired sigh and slouched back in her chair.

After rubbing her temples for a few moments Spencer lifted her head and looked the teacher in the eyes, "I'm sorry, Ali…it's just…I'm just on edge…and I just want all of this to be over."

Alison offers her neighbor a forgiving smile because let's face it it's not like she could really stay mad at any of them for very long...shit she'd forgiven all four of them after they aided in her being thrown in jail for Mona's 'murder' in a heartbeat.

Before she can go to say something to her brilliant friend, Hanna walks over to Spencer and wraps her arms protectively around her slim frame and whispers comfortingly, "We all do Spence. We all want this to be over…But at the end of the day we all love each other and that's what will get us through this shit…no matter how long it takes."

Spencer falls into Hanna's embrace and Alison can't help but be touched by the sight. She'd been worried that their friendship was going to falter because of Caleb, but it looks like they both realized how much they'd be losing if they let a man come between them.

And Alison can just feel that things will eventually work out better for both of them soon…because she knows Spencer's falling in love with Toby again…and let's face it Hanna was just destined to be with Caleb.

When Aria joins in on Spencer and Hanna's hug, Alison finds herself promising her three friends, "Things should be over soon guys."

Three pairs of doubtful eyes meet her crystal blue ones and despite not really knowing how to explain her friendship with Brittany (and the fact that she works for the CIA), Ali takes a deep breath and draws strength from her beautiful girlfriend as she reveals, "I have a friend looking into everything…and she's never let me down before…She'll figure this out."

Brittany and Bradley always figure things out. We have nothing to worry about, right?


"Baby, can I get you anything else?" Alison sweetly asked her girlfriend as she crouched down by the couch because there was no room for her to sit on it. Pepe hadn't left Emily's side since they'd gotten home from the hospital and the coach was completely wrapped around his furry body much like she had been three months ago when she'd come down with that horrible sinus infection. Ali found the sight absolutely adorable and as she ran her fingers soothingly along Emily's battered face, she couldn't help but marvel at how much stronger her girl appeared just being back home.

Alison, Pam, and the other girls spend a good part of the afternoon reassuring Dr. Williams that she could discharge Emily because they'd all be there to take care of the brunette once she got home. The kind doctor had made sure all five of them understood what activities Emily should and shouldn't be doing because of her concussion and bruised ribs, what her medication schedule was, and how important it was that she rest so her body could heal. Alison appreciated how thorough the young woman was and made sure to thank her profusely when Emily was given the all clear to go. Hanna of course had to pipe up and correct Alison when she described Emily as her 'girlfriend' to the doctor, claiming that the coach was Ali's 'future wifey'. Dr. Williams found the assertion hilarious and it made both Emily and Alison blush profusely (which was of course the feisty blonde's intention). Leave it to Hanna to lighten the mood in any situation.

And Ali knew her love was drawing strength from the fact that her mother, Spencer, Aria, and Hanna all planned on spending the next couple of days at their house so that she could get the best care possible during the rough first few days of her recovery.

After a few moments her girl offered her a small smile and carefully hedged out, "Ali...the selfish part of me wants to ask you to just sit here all night and hold my hand…but I can see how much it's driving you crazy…"

"Em, what are you talking about?"

Her mermaid gave her a knowing look, "You want to be out there with Brittany and Bradley putting the pieces together."

The teacher averted her gaze because she literally couldn't look into those soulful brown eyes right now. Goddamn Emily knew her so completely, and the blonde felt so incredibly guilty that instead of wanting to watch over her girlfriend all night she was desperate to be out in the trenches with her New York besties.

A beat passed before Emily rested her hand against Ali's cheek and gently guided her face so she'd be looking in her eyes again.

Feeling her emotions well up Ali shakily declared a few seconds later, "I just want to keep you safe, Emily."

"Alison, I am safe." Her mermaid stressed and God did the English teacher ever want to believe her.

Alison sniffled before asking, "But what if I go with them and new –A comes here to finish what they started?"

Jesus Christ I'd never be able to live with myself.

Emily stroked her cheek with the pad of her thumb and Alison melted into the carpet beneath her. The touch was so gentle and so soothing and exactly what the doctor ordered.

"You've never been able to sit on the sidelines, Ali…" Emily pointed out and the blonde had to laugh at that because it was the fucking truth. "You're badass-ness is one of the many reasons I fell in love with you…"

"Em…" Jesus her girlfriend was so sweet in every situation.

"Besides Toby, Caleb, and Ezra are on their way over to make sure nothing happens…" Ali knew how much the three men cared about all of them and even though all of the women currently sitting in their living room could hold their own, it made the teacher feel slightly more comfortable leaving the love of her life to go be a CIA agent for the night…

"And James has the entire football team patrolling the streets of Rosewood tonight."

The teacher quirked an eyebrow, "Wait, really?"

The coach giggled and Ali relished in the sound, "Yeah, he's calling it the Emison Defense Squad. Look he even posted a video warning my attacker…"

Emily grabbed her iPhone that was sitting on Pepe's back and pulled up James' Instagram page. There were several pictures of James and his fifty some odd teammates walking the streets of Rosewood wearing blue t-shirts. The school's mascot was on the front and #EmisonDefenseSquad adorned the back in white letters. Alison felt her heart swell as she took in the images. The students really did love her and Emily as a couple. Enough to put themselves at risk in order to keep them safe…if she could she'd hug every single student at Rosewood High right now.

When Emily clicked on the video James posted over an hour ago, the teacher couldn't help but smile throughout the duration of it.

"Yo! This message goes out to the punk ass motherfucker who hides behind a mask and thinks they can come up into our town and attack Coach Fields and get away with it…If you ever so much as think about coming after Coach Fields, Miss DiLaurentis, or any woman for that matter ever again…You'll have to get through me and all my guys! And haha I know I got a few good licks in during our first go round…but just imagine what I'll do to you this time, when I'm actually prepared. Hashtag Emison Defense Squad will be out here every night until your ass gets apprehended!"

Alison shook her head in amazement, "God, he'll forever be my favorite student…"

Emily squeezed her hand in agreement, before she cheekily proclaimed, "Plus…my mom is a better shot than my dad and I combined…"

"And you better believe I'm always packing." Pam spoke up from the lounge chair across from the couple. Ali knew her future mother in law wasn't joking. Don't let that sweetheart exterior fool you-when needed Pam Fields turned into a total gangster. Smirking at the five of them the older woman declared with complete honesty, "Anyone who tries to hurt my baby girl again will get a bullet in their ass."

A beat passed as the five of them exchanged glances. Spencer, Aria, and Hanna were totally surprised to say the least…

Which was made evident by Hanna's blunt exclamation, "Damn momma Fields! Going all Mob Wives on us!"

Nudging Spencer a few seconds later the designer rhetorically asked, "Can you imagine how protective she'll be once Em and Ali start popping out babies?!"

They all laughed for the first time in hours and it honestly felt amazing to do so. Even Pepe had to lift his head from where it was resting on Emily's chest to see what all the commotion was about.

When their giggling quieted down Ali turned her attention back to her mermaid and gently kissed her cut lips before soundly declaring, "I love you so much."

And I'm going to fight like hell for us…for all of us.

"I know. I love you too." The teacher would never grow tired of hearing that. Emily leaned up and kissed her cheek before demanding, "Now go call Brittany and kick some serious ass, babe.

Ten minutes later when Alison got off the phone with Brittany she stood back in the kitchen and just observed the scene in the living room. Spencer, Hanna, and Aria had all moved to sit in front of the couch so they could be closer to Emily. They knew her soulmate was going to need them given that Ali was about to embark on an uncertain journey. She had absolutely no doubt that Brittany and Bradley would keep her safe, but still there was a risk…

Pam remained in the lounge chair protectively watching over the other four women and Ali smiled. Maybe some of her and Wayne's protectiveness had rubbed off on the teacher over the years. She certainly didn't inherit that trait from her own parents who sought to save their asses before anything else…

In this moment as she looked at the people who meant the world to her and pulled her black leather jacket over her shoulders, an unshakable resolve poured through the blonde's veins.

Alison DiLaurentis was ending this shit once and for all, "How lucky am I to have so many somebodies to die for…"

"I could drag you from the ocean, I could pull you from the fire, and when you're standing in the shadow I could open up the sky. And I could give you my devotion until the end of time…And you will never be forgotten with me by your side…Because no matter where they take me in death I will survive…And I will never be forgotten with you by my side…Cause I don't need this life. I just need somebody to die for."

Hurts, "Somebody to Die For"


"So…where are we going?" Alison asked from the back seat of Brittany's blue Chevy Camaro, which the blonde had to admit was a damn sexy car. They'd been driving for over ten minutes and the siblings had hardly said anything…which was very odd considering how boisterous they both usually were. For God's sake they were from The Bronx after all…Ali was finding the silence slightly unnerving. It was almost like Brittany and Bradley seemed haunted.

What exactly had they found out today about new -A?

"Ugh, we're going to a cottage outside this Amish community like an hour or so from here…" Brittany finally answered after staring at her brother for an obscene amount of time and the teacher couldn't explain how off everything felt.

After a minute of more awkward silence the blonde carefully questioned, "Why exactly?"

This time Bradley answered, "Because we found a lease at Elliot's apartment for it…"

Alison's brows furrowed in confusion at the mention of her ex-fiancé, "Elliot? What the hell does he have to do with this?"

"Everything," Brittany darkly seethed out and it was then that Alison noticed how tightly her best friend was gripping the steering wheel. Her knuckles were white and at just hearing Elliot's name she looked like she wanted to strangle someone; which was a complete contrast to her normally sweet demeanor.

What the fuck had Elliot done? Did he kill Charlotte?! Did he attack Emily?! Oh my God…I agreed to marry that sick bastard. I'm gonna be sick…

Brittany had always said the psychologist looked like a psychopath and that she got a really bad feeling from him, but he had never done anything suspicion while they'd been dating…And Ali had been so lonely when she finally agreed to go out with him, that she'd completely disregarded every warning Brittany gave her.

Bradley turned around from the passenger seat and handed Alison a manila envelope before he explained, "We went to Welby to scope everything out, because well things with Charlotte's case just weren't adding up…" A painful look flashed across Brittany's eyes at the mention of Charlotte's name as she desperately turned her head and tried to focus on driving. Well that's odd. Deciding not to mention anything Ali gave her full attention back to the muscular male in front of her, "And we figured you know go to the place where she lived for the last five years…Anyway when we got there this nurse acted like she was expecting us…or well Brittany at least…it was really strange." Bradley took a deep breath before he motioned to the manila envelope Alison was now holding, "And she gave us that…"

Glancing down, Alison reached into the ominous envelope and pulled out a handwritten letter and tablet of some sorts. Why would a nurse at Welby give Brittany this?

From what she could see it looked like Charlotte's writing on the letter. The pristine cursive was a dead giveaway…

Alison could feel her heart clench. Why had her sister left a letter for Brittany at Welby? Especially after being allowed to come home with Ali? Did she know something was going to happen to her?

Well there's only one way to find out…

Reaching up Ali turned on the dome light in the middle of the roof of the Camaro and began to read Charlotte's letter:

Dear Brittany,

You're probably wondering why I left you this letter at Welby of all places. The nurse who gave it to you is the only person I ever trusted while I was there and I knew she'd keep it safe.

I'm being released tomorrow to go home with Ali, which should be the best news ever. But what my sister doesn't realize is that in doing so I won't be gaining my freedom, I'll be sealing my fate.

As I'm sure you've always suspected I wasn't completely honest that night in Radley when I told Ali that I was behind the –A game. Was I a part of it? Yes. Did I do a lot of horrible things to Alison, Spencer, Hanna, Aria, and Emily? Yes. But that 'reveal' if you can even call it that was a well thought out plan executed by the real person in charge. Given my unique history-transitioning and actually being a member of the DiLaurentis family-they knew that if I took the blame for everything it would be believable. And given how idiotic everyone is in the Rosewood Police Department they knew they'd fall for it.

But the truth is I was nothing more than a pawn and the game never stopped being played. I stopped playing that night because I couldn't cause my sister anymore pain. She so earnestly wanted me to live and get better so we could be an actual family, and I swear to you Brittany I haven't done anything –A like since. I couldn't…

But the other –A team members have never stopped plotting. They've merely been hibernating for the past five years so the girls think that they're safe. There are a lot of people involved: Elliot Rollins (yes Britt your inclinations were correct-he's shady as hell), Sara Harvey, Jenna Marshall, Noel Khan, Sidney Driscoll, Melissa Hastings, Wren Kingston, Lorenzo Calderon (why I don't trust the Rosewood PD whatsoever), and Mona Vanderwaal.

Mona was and is the person in charge of everything. I know that will be pretty shocking to Ali and the others, because Mona plays the victim so very well and is a master at manipulating situations…but I never stole the game from her. As if she'd ever give it up…

She and Elliot pretty much work side by side. He was one of her psychologists back at Radley and they've been in a relationship since then (I know disgusting, right?). So with that being said if Alison's still dating him please GET HER THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!

Mona has been trying to get me to rejoin since I was admitted to Welby, and because I refuse to be a part of her sick schemes I know I will be killed once I'm released. And my murder (God that's weird to write when it hasn't happened yet) will start the game again for Ali and the other girls.

Over the past five years I've been collecting evidence so that the game can be stopped once and for all. I knew that if I turned it into the Rosewood PD they would just fuck it up somehow and honestly the –A team would have found some way to get a hold of it and use it against Alison and the others…

That's why I'm giving it to you.

You once told me that you believed in me and the progress I was making. That you couldn't wait for the world to see who I actually was…

You'll never know just how much that meant to me. Having someone as astonishing as you really see me for me, gave me hope on even my darkest days.

That's why I'm trusting you with this. I believe in you Brittany and I know you'll put the pieces together and end this game once and for all.

It's too late to save me, but please save Ali. Save the others. They all deserve to be happy. I aided in making their lives a living hell at one time and I will never be able to apologize enough for that, but I just don't want them to suffer anymore.

And for the love of God please get Alison and Americano to sit down and have an honest conversation about their feelings. Seriously Brittany I don't care if you have to lock them in a room-just do it! You and I both know they've been living in denial for far too long.

Speaking of living in denial, I can't believe that I'm about to tell you this in writing, when there were so many moments I wanted to tell you face to face. But much like my sister (although she's getting a lot better at it) I'm horrible at expressing my emotions and explaining how I feel.

But the truth is...I'm in love with you. I've been falling for you since the day we met over two years ago when you came with Ali to visit me. You were so sweet and you treated me like an actual human being, which I wasn't used to. And that day as you ranted about institutional racism and political corruption you completely captured my heart. I mean it helped that you were fucking gorgeous, but really it was your beautiful soul and sheer goodness that did it for me.

There were so many times I wanted to tell you what I was feeling, but I was scared. I mean for starters you work for the CIA and I live in a mental institution-that is just the definition of complicated. Plus let's face it I'm not worthy of someone like you. You deserve the world Brittany and I am so incredibly flawed and damaged, but I guess I'm telling you now anyway because I thought you deserved to know…I mean shit if you're reading this then I'm already dead so what have I got to lose?

I'd wish you luck, but honestly you don't need it. You never have…

Stay beautiful Superstar.

All my love,

Charlotte

"Oh my God, Charlotte…" The blonde sobbed.

Tears were streaming down Alison's cheeks as she ran her finger reverently over her sister's dying declaration. The teacher's head was spinning at all of the revelations she just read through. Mona was still –A?! She never gave up the game and was just acting like she was on their side?! How the fuck could she do that to Hanna?! And Elliot was in on everything the whole time…Alison had never felt sicker to her stomach. He'd played her throughout the duration of their relationship…he never once loved her. He was just using her for whatever Mona's endgame was. Jesus fucking Christ and to think I damn near married his dumbass. That's why he was fighting so hard to get Charlotte released-so that he and Mona could eliminate the problem that posed the greatest threat to them. Ali cried harder as it hit her that she had unknowingly aided in her sister's murder. If I see either of them, I'm killing them. I swear to God I am.

And Jesus Alison cannot explain how severely her heart cracked in half reading her sister finally tell Brittany how she felt about her. She'd always noticed the sparks between them, but she had no idea just how profoundly Charlotte revered the CIA agent. Hell she didn't even know Charlotte was capable of loving someone in that way. Her sister had always insisted that she blushed when Brittany was around because the athletic brunette was 'beautiful and kind'. God how could I have not known?

Looking back, the signs had always been there…


"I made this bracelet in art class this week…" Charlotte explained as she fastened the garment around Brittany's right wrist and then gently ran her thumb along the agent's smooth skin. She had to refrain from shuddering as a jolt of electricity passed between them.

Shyly ducking her head the blonde asked, "Do you like it?"

"Charlotte it's beautiful. I love it." Brittany sweetly reassured as she gently grasped the blonde's hand in her own. It was surreal to Charlotte how the brunette's sheer presence could give her the strength to keep fighting.

Being brave Charlotte interlocked their fingers marveling at how perfectly they fit together and confessed, "I used the blue because it matches your beautiful eyes…"

"Well they're not nearly as beautiful as yours…" Brittany flirtatiously retorted and then inquired, "Why'd you write out Superstar though?"

Feeling nervous again Charlotte used her free hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she quietly uttered, "Because…because you're a superhero now and you used to be a basketball star. So…if you put that together you get Superstar."

Brittany grinned at the beautiful young woman. Charlotte really was too sweet sometimes. Why she convinced herself that she had nothing good to offer the world would forever baffle the kind brunette.

"You think I'm a superhero?"

Charlotte lifted her head so she could look Brittany dead in the eyes as she earnestly proclaimed, "You're my superhero."

Alison observed the pair from a bench a few feet away.

Hmmm…is there something there? My God the way they look at each other is like…holy shit it's like me and Emily!


"Happy birthday, Charlotte," Brittany smiled at the blonde as she held out a small wrapped package.

"Superstar you didn't have to get me anything…" Charlotte argued even though she was really excited to receive a present. Of course Alison had given her several gifts over the years (her forgiveness being the best one), but everything with Brittany made her heart flutter.

"Yes, I did. Now, c'mon open it birthday girl!" Brittany jokingly demanded and Charlotte couldn't help but offer her that smile that she only reserved for her.

As she ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the small box, the blonde marveled at the small wood carved statue. Looking back up at the woman who was making her swoon like no other she stated, "It's beautiful, but who is it?"

"Saint Paul." Brittany answered and then explained as she stepped closer to Charlotte, "He went from persecuting the disciples of Jesus...literally hell bent on slaughtering every single one of them...to being one of the most important apostles to ever preach the gospel."

Charlotte felt her eyes water. Was Brittany trying to say she was worth saving?

Brittany brushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and tenderly caressed her cheek as she stressed, "Saint Paul was convinced that he didn't deserve redemption either." Charlotte felt herself crumbling as Brittany's gentle touch healed her in ways that no individual or group therapy ever could.

"I believe in you, Charlotte." The athletic brunette spoke with so much sincerity that the blonde could literally feel her heart warm. Not being able to resist any longer she stepped into Brittany's protective arms and hugged her like her life depended on it. She relished in the feel of defined muscles and the scent of dark roast coffee. God, this felt like home…

Brittany kissed the crown of Charlotte's head and declared, "You're making such great progress and I can't wait for the world to see who you really are."

All Charlotte could think as she choked out a quiet, "Thank you," was 'oh my God I love her'.

Alison stood back in the doorway of Charlotte's room holding a small birthday cake observing her best friend and sister embrace for a few moments before making her presence known. She had never seen either one of them look more at peace than they did in the other's arms…


No wonder Brittany had seemed so off when Alison got in the car tonight and why she had gone radio silent this morning after going to Welby. She was in shock. Charlotte's declaration had thrown her for a complete loop.

Alison attempted to wipe her tears on the sleeve of her leather jacket, which proved to be an extremely difficult task. Bradley noticed her struggle and handed her a couple Kleenex. Offering the young man a grimaced smile of appreciation, Ali was able to somewhat clear her blurry vision.

As her eyes settled on her best friend; the teacher felt her breath hitch. The sleeves of Brittany's leather jacket had moved down slightly and illuminated in the glow of the Camaro's dome light was a blue bracelet with 'Superstar' in white lettering on the agent's right wrist. That's when Ali knew…

"You were in love with her too." The blonde hollowed out. Holy shit…

After a few moments Brittany painfully croaked out, "Yes." Alison could tell the CIA agent was trying not to cry, which made Ali's now silent tears roll down her cheeks even faster.

God they're both finally able to confess how they feel and one of them is dead…it doesn't get more fucking devastating than that.

"I tried denying it for the longest time, but there was just this…instantaneous connection…and I was drawn to Charlotte like I've never been drawn to anyone before." Brittany sniffled and Ali tried to control her emotions because she knew the tall brunette's pain all too well, "And I felt like when she was around me she was her true self-beautiful…kind…sweet…caring..."

Despite knowing it wasn't going to make much of a difference in easing her best friend's pain (because really what could?), Ali felt compelled to confirm, "She was Britt. Around you she was the person I always knew she could be."

"I wanted to tell her how I felt so many times, but…" Ali could see Brittany wiping her tears in the rear view mirror and it was eating her alive. "But…I knew that she was vulnerable…and I didn't want her to think that I was trying to take advantage of her..."

"She'd never think that Brittany," Ali interjected.

"And I didn't want you to think that I was only friends with you so I could see her…"

Jesus, how had Alison not noticed how conflicted her best friend was? And how had she not noticed how broken up Brittany was when Charlotte was murdered? God she'd looked like she'd been gutted when she'd seen Charlotte in her casket...

Well you were grieving yourself. Plus Emily wasn't your girlfriend yet, so…

Leaning forward the teacher placed a reassuring hand on Brittany's flexed forearm and whole heartedly urged, "Britt, you are the most selfless human being I know…" It was the honest to God truth. Emily Fields was Alison's favorite person ever, but Brittany was right there with her mermaid. Hoping to provide some comfort the blonde honestly professed, "And I couldn't have asked for a better person to love Charlotte than you."

That earned a weak smile from her best friend. Ali would take it. Bradley gave her an appreciative glance as the teacher settled back in her seat a few moments later. She could see the unshed tears pooling in his brown eyes-in obvious pain for his older sister and what she had lost-and it made Alison more determined than ever to stop Mona, Elliot, and every other member of the –A team. Not just because they had so vicious attacked the love of her life and sought to destroy all five of them, but because they had stolen Charlotte and Brittany's chance at happiness. Her older sister didn't deserve to die and Brittany didn't deserve to live in a world without her.

God, that'd be like if I had to live in a world without Em…it'd be unbearable.

A few minutes later Brittany shook her head in disbelief and confessed, "I just can't believe this whole time Charlotte felt the same way…"

Funny how that happens…Emily and I pined over each other for a damn decade convinced that the other didn't feel the same way.

"They won't get away with this, sis." Bradley piped up from the passenger seat with a steely conviction underlying his tone. The teacher was really hoping Bradley decided to join the CIA officially someday, because he was honestly just as gifted as his older sister when it came to keeping his composure in stressful situations and figuring things out, "We have the evidence from Elliot's apartment and everything Charlotte collected over the years. Plus, who knows what we'll uncover at this cottage in the middle of nowhere…"

"I know," Brittany responded as Bradley supportively grabbed her hand over the middle console. Ali smiled at the gesture. God, I wish Jason was like Bradley. Having a brother be there for me would be really nice sometimes…

Being distracted by the sweet interaction, it didn't hit Alison until a few moments that she had no idea what Bradley was referring to, "Wait, what did you guys find at Elliot's apartment?"

"A bunch of shady shit," Was Bradley's blunt reply and Ali giggled. There's The Bronx accent I love. "Black hoodies, black masks, fake passports, forged documents, glass bottles of creepy ass medicines, you name it that psycho has it…"

Even though she was 99% sure Ali asked for confirmation, "Was Elliot the one who attacked Emily?"

Bradley nodded, "Yeah, we found bloody clothes, boots, and a mask in his place. And once we analyze that stuff I guaran-damn-tee the DNA will match Emily's and his-you know given that James got a few good punches in and all…"

"I'm going to kill him. No one attacks my future wife and gets away with it!" Alison was dead serious. The next time she sees Elliot, what James did to him will look like motherfucking child's play!

"No worries there Ali cat," Bradley's use of the nick name she only ever let him call her got Ali's lips to curve into a smile. She knew he was trying to lighten the mood and the blonde loved him for that, "When we catch Elliot we'll let you pummel him for a few minutes before we take him into custody." Bradley was sporting a childish grin probably imaging the scene that would unfold if Ali really lost her shit and went at Elliot like she desperately wanted to. Don't let her size fool you, when need be the teacher could turn into a protective lioness, especially when her precious mermaid was concerned…

"Okay," Alison took a steady breath and tried to dispel her hot rage as she asked, "And where's the evidence Charlotte collected?"

Drawing strength from her brother, Brittany took a calming breath before she explained, "On the tablet Charlotte gave me there's surveillance footage of every member of the –A team committing the various crimes she confessed to, a paper trail linking different purchases to all of them, and all of the forged documents they produced over the years…"

Alison glanced down to the tablet that was still sitting in her lap. After reading Charlotte's letter she had forgotten that it was even there.

"And don't worry, I already copied all of the files and sent them to Reggie back at CIA headquarters…so even if Mona or one of the others get a hold of the tablet…we've got enough to bury all of them. They're not making this evidence disappear."

Well, that's good. But Jesus how had Charlotte been able to compile all this stuff while she was living in a mental institution?

Despite not really knowing if she wanted the answer, Alison inquired, "What did Charlotte actually do while she was on the –A team?"

Brittany lightly shook her head as she chuckled, "Brought in the money. Her investment moves at the Carissimi group kept the funds high…but as far as actually doing anything –A like…from what we could gather, she killed Wilden and beat Mona's ass when she staged her murder, but other than that…nothing."

"Wow…" Alison couldn't believe it. She'd always questioned whether or not Charlotte was telling the truth about how things transpired but damn…

"I know, right?" Bradley chuckled in disbelief before he turned around once more to face the teacher, "And get this…Charlotte was double crossing them the entire time. Going along with Mona's schemes to her face while secretly storing away evidence to take her down once and for all…I mean damn talk about gangster. That's some cold shit right there." A sense of wonderment spread across Bradley's chiseled face and Ali couldn't help but mirror the expression.

"Why…why would she do that?" Ali's bottom lip trembled as she thought about her older sister and everything she had done for the blonde behind closed doors.

Bradley grabbed her hand in a supportive gesture, "Because Cece Drake really was your best friend, who would do anything to keep you safe," He paused so Alison could let his words sink in, "Even if that meant joining forces with the people trying to kill you and torturing your friends, so that she could eventually bring them down."

Ali had to fight to keep her tears at bay as Bradley continued to speak, "And Charlotte DiLaurentis really was your big sister, who wouldn't let a mental institution, crazy doctors, or psycho short people keep her from protecting you at all costs."

Alison was in shock as she hallowed out, "She was always on my side…"

Her sister had been protecting her from the day they met. Oh my God…

She didn't know if the older blonde could hear her, but Alison found herself almost praying…

I love you, Charlotte. And I promise I'm going to stop them. Mona, Elliot, all of them.

Her eyes settled on Brittany who's determined, ass kicking demeanor was back on full fledged, but underneath there was an emptiness to her being that Ali had only just noticed...an absence...a void that only Charlotte could fill.

I'm sorry you didn't get your happy ending with Brittany, Charlotte. But I'm not going to let you die in vain. I'm going to fight like hell to get mine.

Just like you taught me to, big sis.

Soooo what do we think? Any favorite moments? Personally I loved writing the flashback of Em's swim meet (that's just a little taste of the fluffiness that will return in a couple chapters)!

Mona's in charge of everything, say what?! And her and Elliot are in a relationship, WTF?!

I know Charlotte's more than likely evil as shit on the actual show, but I decided to make her the hero in Sinus Infection. I hope that's cool with everyone!

Anyone else find themselves shipping Charlotte and Brittany? Because I know I did...

Writing those flashback scenes between the two of them damn killed me-like it tore me apart! Looks like making their loves bracelets is a DiLaurentis sister thing! And Brittany seeing Charlotte's humanity and loving her regardless of everything-ugh the feels!

Let me know what you guys think! As always thank you for the support! And fingers crossed that Emison starts to rise in 7x06 this week! Can Emily pretty please save Ali again like she did in 5x06? Please!