Innocent

Alison sits during her trial, handcuffed. She's never felt more alone- this is her rock bottom. The case doesn't seem to be going in her favor, surprise surprise. Her father is present, but he's like a robot- rigid, stiff, and cold, barely interacting with Alison unless necessary. Jason didn't even bother coming today. Then again, neither did any of her ex best friends, including Emily.

She hasn't heard a word from the brunette or the girls, and, well, she isn't surprised. There is a strong sense of hatred in the room and its directed towards her. Alison knows that people think she killed Mona, but she plays with her hands distractedly as she thinks about how she's gone through hell enough in jail. The dark circles under her eyes and cut and bruised lip are proof enough that she hasn't been okay for weeks.

Her lawyer doesn't look hopeful, and her stomach churns sickeningly at the thought of being sentenced to a lifetime in prison for something she didn't do. She'd never get a chance to redeem herself, to graduate high school, to be with Emily- she feels a pressure begin to build up behind her eyes and she wills herself not to cry because she hasn't cried since the day Emily left. And she doesn't want to cry in front of all these people who could give two shits as to whether or not she rots away in jail forever. There's a very tiny part of her that's clinging to the pieces of her shredded pride- it's what's keeping her sane.

This day, no, this event should be taking her all attention and focus- it decides her fate afterall. She should be fighting for her life. But all that's running through Alison's mind are thoughts of her mermaid all alone at Radley. It's ironic that they're both locked up behind bars at different institutions. She wishes that telepathy was a reality because she'd send her loving to Emily. All her loving.

It reminds her of this moment when they were younger, just the two of them. They had gone to watch Across the Universe together, and afterwards gone to a restaurant near by.

"The music was incredible, don't you think?" Alison asks as she bats her eyelashes flirtatiously, watching as Emily swallows and shifts in the booth as she tries to maintain eye contact with the blonde. But Ali is leaning forward with her arms pressing her breasts together, her cleavage deliciously taunting innocent Emily.

"Totally," Emily smiles. Her sweet pure smile could sooth Alison's psychotic life any day.

"You know what my favorite song was?" Alison asks curiously and Emily shakes her head bashfully, biting her lip as she feels Alison reach out to play with her right hand using both of her own. But her eyes widen as Alison begins to sing softly in the diner.

"All my lovin', I will send to you, all my lovin', darling I'll be true," Alison serenades her softly, just loud enough for the brunette to hear. Emily melts as those cerulean blue eyes gaze at her with bright affection.

"What was your favorite song Em?"

It all seems so long ago, like an entire lifetime ago. The two of them, well all of them really, have aged immensely beyond their youth. She's daydreamed before of a normal life where her and Emily fight like a normal couple over stupid things like who gets what side of the bed. But daydreams don't last long and can't get her truly out of her nightmares.

Suddenly, her ears perk up at the sound of a door opening and footsteps. She turns around slowly in her seat and her jaw drops- in waltzes Spencer, Hanna, and Aria, solemnly sitting down quickly. They make eye contact with Ali but they don't reveal anything with any facial expression.

Alison wants to cry. Three of her friends that she had once slaved over protecting have come to watch her get thrown in jail, there's no other possible reason for why else they are here, she thinks.

Time flies quickly and the court takes a quick break. She remains still, sitting patiently, when she hears "Ali. I know you saw us".

The blonde doesn't want to turn around in her seat, she can hear Hanna's voice but she doesn't want to face the people who threw her in jail and have come to watch her be locked up for good.

"If you're here to gloat, please just go," Alison grinds out in an eerily calm voice.

"It's about Emily."

Alison has never spun around faster.

"Is she okay? Where is she? Did you talk to her? Did you tell her what I said?"

"Ali…" Hanna's voice trails off. "We think Emily made a deal with A."

"What kind of deal?" Alison asks in a grave tone as her heart plummets to her stomach.

"Nobody knows where she went that day she was missing. But I found out from her mom that when she returned, she was a total zombie. She just looked empty. So Mrs. Fields checked her into Radley, and they diagnosed her as in a state of shock. But nobody knows from what. But we got a text from –A today. It said, "As I promised Emily, here's the proof she wanted. Kisses, A."

"Proof of what?" Alison demands as her fists clench and unclench. "And how's her father?"

"He passed away," Hanna says quietly. "Last week. He was alive in a coma for quite a bit but…"

Her voice trails off as she turns and sees Aria standing near Spencer, motioning for Hanna to come join. She immediately turns to leave, and panic settles into Alison.

"Hanna wait! What proof?" she tries to ask but the blonde keeps on walking towards the other two hurriedly. Spencer is talking with the judge, Ali's lawyer, and several other officials. The conversation looks grave and solemn and Ali isn't sure what's going on anymore.

Alison becomes lost in her thoughts once more but before she realizes it, the whole courtroom is in chaos and she's not sure what's going on. The judge rushes up to her post and uses her gravel to call order back to the court room.

"Quiet everyone! Due to the unusual procuring of video evidence that has yet to be confirmed by police authority, the trial is currently suspended on account of Alison DiLaurentis being found not guilty if thore evidence holds true."

The blonde brings her cuffed hands up to her mouth to hold back a cry of relief as she shakes violently, both relieved and at the same time terrified. What exactly had Emily done?

As she looks towards the three girls, she sees the same conflicted look on their face. If there's one thing she's sure of it's that Emily needs them, needs her. The brunette has gone through a tormented hell and Alison will be damned if she doesn't fight her way out of jail into society and into Radley to see her and hold her again. The last thing Emily needs is to be alone, and Alison feels the fight come back to her- cause goddamn it she's the Alison DiLaurentis. And she's more than ready to finally get her girl.

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A/N: Don't sue me, I don't know any more about court than I do about who A actually is. But it'd be pretty darn cool if it worked a little something like this.