A/N: Thanks For Reading! As always, any prompts, ideas, tips are welcome ;) Prompt isn't mine.
Summary: Person A (main character) wakes up and it's a perfectly normal day. However, they soon discover that their loved one (Person B) no longer exists. Everyone seems to think this person is crazy since they have absolutely no idea who this loved one is...
'C u in 5, Em. Don't b late ;)' It read.
Emily Fields smiles, quickly shooting back a text to her crush (who was she kidding, the love of her life), though...less flirtatious.
The brunette runs her hair brush through long dark tresses one more time looking through her bathroom mirror before deciding to make her way downstairs, not a chance would she be late.
This was the day. This was the day that she would finally confess to Alison how she truly felt, that she was in love with her.
It definitely helped that the blonde had been particularly less than subtle about her advances and teasing lately.
"Morning Mom, Dad." She practically skips her way into the kitchen, greeting her mother with a kiss on her cheek and grabbing an apple from the fridge.
Her father's eyebrows raise. "And just where are you off to so early, young lady? Most parents have to drag their kids out of bed to get them up for school."
The teenager snorts at her dad's dry humor. "I'm going to pick up Alison before school, like everyday." She briefly wonders how her parents could have forgotten the fact so quickly, but then she was already halfway out the door. "Anyways, bye! Love you!"
"Love you too, Emmy!"
The closes abruptly behind her— leaving behind two still very confused parents.
"Alison?" Pam Fields turns towards her husband sat beside her, stirring her bowl full of oatmeal. "Is that a new friend she's made?"
Wayne shrugs, eyes never leaving the newspaper in his hand. "Never heard of her. Must be some special girl though for our Emmy to go skipping out of here like that."
Pam hums.
He continues.
"You know, I always knew our daughter would have all the boys chasing after her when she grew up, thought I'd have to beat them off with a stick." The man chuckles.
"Yes dear, but you know she's not-"
Wayne peers over at her. "Oh of course I know that, Pam." He waves a hand, grinning wolfishly. "This is even better, she's a ladykiller, just like her old man used to be."
Pam rolls her eyes. "Yeah, well as long as this Alison girl treats our Emmy right...whoever she may be."
-XXX-
Emily strolls, more-so trudges, into the entrance of Rosewood High School an hour later.
Clearly the young girl was significantly less happy than earlier that morning— thankfully spotting Hanna, Aria, and Spencer at Hanna's locker right away.
Emily frown deepens. That was weird, the group usually gather around her and Alison's lockers before class— ironically, they were right next to each other's.
As soon as she approaches, her friends round on her with smiles, smiles that quickly turned to concern as they notice her features.
"Hey, has any of you seen Ali today? I went to her house like usual this morning, but nobody answered." She sighs, arms crossing over her chest. "I didn't even see her dad's car in the drive way, which it always is, it was like they moved or something."
"..."
There was a weird pause.
An extensive one.
And then the other girl's shared a look.
"...what?" The brunette raises her eyebrows. "What's with the look? I just asked where Ali was."
Hanna, of course, is first to speak up. "Um...who's Ali?"
Emily scoffs. "Very funny Hanna."
"I'm being serious, Emily."
Now the brunette rolls her eyes. "Ali? Alison?" She shakes her head. "You know our best friend who we thought died but didn't, the one we received threatening messages for, "A", Alison who showed back up in Rosewood right before we all went to prison, ended up in a tortures doll house, found out that "A" was actually Cece, or Charlotte whatever, and sent her a** back to Radley. ...is any of this ringing any bells?"
It was meant to be sarcasm...
"A?"
"Prison?"
"Torturous doll houses?"
Clearly the girl's didn't take it that way.
Hanna especially. "Who the h*ll is Charlotte?" She stares incredulously. "No, again, who the h*ll is Alison?"
Emily feels her breath catch. Okay...something's definitely off
Something began to tell her that her friend's weren't messing with her, that they were actually being serious.
"Emily, are you feeling alright?" Aria questions, lying a comforting hand on her arm.
Spencer reaches out a hand to her head. "Yeah, are you sick?"
She wasn't...but she was beginning to feel like it. Sick to her stomach actually, and terrified. Just what the h*ll was going on...
The brunette slaps her friend's hands away from her body. "I'm fine, just..." She reaches into her back pocket, fumbling to get her phone into her hands and unlock it. Alison had texted her earlier, surely the girl's couldn't keep up their act then.
Opening up her text messages, Emily scrolls down frowning. Mom, Hanna, Spencer, Dad, Mom again, Aria, Aria, Hanna again.
Everyone, but Alison DiLaurentis.
The brunette's heart began to race, she squeezes her eyes shut tightly before looking back down at her phone— it was the same visual, except this time several black spots blinded her vision.
"Em?"
"Emily?
"Emily!"
The three voices of her friend's around her had started to become more and more distant as the seconds ticked by.
And then her vision goes completely dark.
-XXX-
"Do you think she's been doing drugs?"
"Hanna would you shut up, for the last time Emily has not been doing drugs!"
"Guys, quiet! She's waking up."
"Ugh..." Emily groans, slowly blinking eyes open. "Guys?" She inquires, looking up at her friend's blurry faces from the bed she lie on. "W-where am I?"
Spencer lets out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank god you're alright. We're still at the school, Em." She rethinks it, glancing over her surroundings. "Well, specifically in the nurses office."
Eyebrows furrowing, the brunette began sitting up fully with Aria's help. "Why?" Her vision began to clear as she searches her brain for the events of the pass two hours. Leaving home, going to Alison's, Ali wasn't home, going to school, asking her friend's...them saying she didn't exist.
"Um well for starters." Hanna's voice with concern, though thickly layered with brazen, fills the air around them. "You blacked out in the middle of the hallway with hundreds of students around. Congratulations, you're the talk of the school now. Some of them are even saying you're doing drugs." She shoots Spencer a look, and the brunette glares back.
Emily misses the entire exchange, too caught up in her own thoughts of Alison.
And Aria scoffs at their ridiculousness. "How are you feeling, Emily?" She's the first to ask, rubbing up and down her friend's arm from her bedside.
Emily blinks up at her. "I feel fine...I think." Neither of the other's take note of the utter confusion in her eyes.
"Good, I was worried when you hit your head on the way down."
The taller brunette nods. It must have been a dream, that's right...when I fell and hit my head, it must have triggered something, it was all a dream...
"No, no. I feel completely normal." She shakes her head, assuring her friend's not to be worried. "But that would explain the horrible dream I was having. All of you were there, except none of you seemed to remember Alison." The brunette smiles, amused at the thought now.
"Alison?" Spencer inquires, frowning.
Emily figured it was because her and Ali weren't on good terms, which was often. They must have had an argument recently "Yeah, where is she anyways?" She peers around as if she'd spot the beautiful blonde before looking back at her friend's. "If she's home today, none of you tells her about my fainting, she freaked last week when I had the stomach flu and I don't...what?"
There was that look again. The one in her dream.
Looking away from the others, Aria swallows and began helping her lay back down. "Um...you know you just hit your head pretty hard Emily, you may have a concussion, maybe you should lay back down."
"Clearly she didn't hit it hard enough." The brunette could faintly hear Hanna mumble.
Spencer clears her throat loudly.
Something was going on, she could tell, again. Emily pondered. So...that wasn't a dream. Was it true? ...could I have really made all of it up...Alison up?
Emily shakes her head. No way, she had clear memories, moments of the blonde girl she was in love with...but, if none of that was real then...
She was crazy. There was no other explanation for falling in love with a figment of her imagination.
The brunette let it all sink in, she felt like crying— but first, she had to make sure that she wasn't being lied to, though...the girl's wouldn't be that cruel, would they?
She sniffles, placing her hands to cover her face. "Okay, okay." She sighs. "So if Alison isn't real, have I came out yet? You guys know I'm into girls?"
Its muffled, but apparently coherent enough for the other girl's.
Hanna snorts, smirking. "Um yeah, obviously."
Emily lifts her head, frowning— and just in time to catch Spencer hitting the blonde scoldingly in her side, earning herself a scowl in return. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"..."
It seemed Spencer, nor Aria wanted to explain that one, but with Hanna stubbornly keeping quiet— the shorter of the two step in.
Aria doesn't look up at her, clearly ashamed. "Emily, you...well you practically sleep with a different girl every night."
"What!?"
Emily really doesn't like this reality. Not in the slightest.
"Em, you should really know these things already." Spencer looks uneasy and troubled, as if already diagnosing her with some incurable cancer in her mind. She looks to Hanna and Aria. "Guys, this looks bad. Gaps in memory, making people up-"
The brunette's scoff cuts the older girl off— as if Emily hadn't been sitting right there. "I'm not making up people- no, you know what? None of this is right, guys I'm in love with Alison! I've always been, you know that. No way I could...with other girls..." She cringes at the thought.
Across the room from her, not that anyone noticed, Hanna began to look joyous. "Em, have you been like...actually dating dating some Alison girl behind our backs or something." That would explain it, the blonde looked as if she had found a missing puzzle piece.
Emily sighs, shaking her head. And Hanna deflates. "No, I...please believe me, Alison is our best friend, how could you not remember her?" She looks up, gaze pleading. "After everything we've been through together..."
Silence.
"And with A? How about all the people who was killed in the line of fire, Ian? Wilden? Shana? Alison's mother?"
More silence.
To say the crazy scale went from zero to one hundred would be an understatement, and her friend's concern, went even higher.
It was no joke.
Even Emily knew she sounded crazy.
But all of it was true...wasn't it?
"Emily..." Spencer began slowly, and to be honest, Emily already knew it was coming. "...all of those people are still alive." Except of course, Alison's mother, but that went without saying— because neither of them existed.
Just figments they were...of Emily's own imagination.
"Oh."
She could see the recognition on her friend's faces. Aria frowns. "Em, wait-"
It was too late.
Emily hadn't hesitated to hightail it out of there.
Being shipped off to Radley in a straitjacket was the very last thing she needed ...
-XXX-
"Emily? Emily, wait."
Emily groans. Godd*mmit
The brunette was almost at her way to freedom, she was at the school doors.
She spins around on her heels, putting on a tight smile. She couldn't have anymore people thinking she was crazy or acting weird, Radley would be her home for sure.
"Hi..." The person, some girl Emily had never seen in her life, finally caught up to her, stopping mere centimeters from her.
She was close...too close.
"Um...hi?" The brunette could go nowhere backed against the doors of the school's exit. "Do you...want something?" She thought better of asking this girl her name, because apparently she had gaps in her memory.
"Just wondering when we're going to have another night like last night." The girl grins, sliding a hand up her arm, a hand that traveled further to the right to land on her stomach.
Emily shivers, and not the good kind. The shorter girl was nice looking, but Emily Fields never wanted anyone more than Alison DiLaurentis.
Who...didn't...exist.
"Last night?" She inquires, blinking vigorously— the brunette was beginning to see those familiar black spots once again. She had to get out, she had to get out soon.
The girl winks, smiling even wider. "Yeah...last night...you know, my voice is still a little raw but it's not completely gone like you promised." She pouts, and before Emily knew it, there was a hand underneath her shirt.
A hand that wasn't her own.
"Stop!" In her panic, she quickly pushes the other brunette away. "I-I don't know who you are, o-or what you're talking about, okay? But I didn't sleep with you, nor would I ever, I love Alison DiLaurentis!" She shouts it.
Loud.
Regretfully, too loudly.
Because now everyone in a ten feet vicinity was staring at her as if she'd lost her mind...
"Who the f*ck is Alison?" The girl in front of her spits, hands on her hips.
The halls were silent.
And Emily found herself hyperventilating.
So...
She ran, again.
Out of the school doors, into the parking lot— the brunette finds a discreet spot to lean against a random car and it's where she stays, falling down into sitting position.
She couldn't do this.
She couldn't live without Alison.
She just couldn't...
Maybe she was crazy?
But it all seemed so real...how...
The brunette felt dizzy, holding the sides of her— she could feel the beginnings of a pounding headache coming on, a horrible one...
...one that had her vision turning completely dark for the second time that day.
-XXXX - XXXX-
"Em, Emily baby wake up. You're dreaming."
"Mhmm..."
"That's it, babe."
Emily's eyes snap open at the sound of voice. It wasn't just any voice. "Ali!"
Above her, said blonde smiles lovingly down at her. "Let me guess, same nightmare about you back in high school again and me not existing, you being a womanizer?"
Emily doesn't answer, instead she flips them over, tackling the other woman onto the side of the bed so that she was on top.
"Woah, Emilyyy." Alison laughs, but wraps her arms around the brunette's neck— Emily buries her nose in hers, arms around her back as the two held each other.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too." It didn't take long for the blonde to feel the anticipated tears of her wife seeping into her night shirt. "Oh, Emily..."
The brunette didn't have nightmares too often, once a month if that, but it was always the same one. About her not existing. And every time it effected Emily so much that it broke Alison's heart.
She kisses the side of her mermaid's head, humming. "Emily Fields, I love you and I'm here. I'm not going anywhere..." The blonde assures, attempting to sit up with the brunette still in her arms, Emily allows her until the two lay against their headboard.
Alison takes her wife's head in her hands, making her look up at her, beautiful dark eyes with unshed tears. "Emily you saved me back in high school, and maybe if you weren't there to do so, I wouldn't exist..." She smiles, it's watery. "But here you are, so here I am."
That elicits a smile from Emily as well, the blonde playfully traces the dimples there.
The brunette blushes. "Aliii..."
"And about the womanizer thing, not that I'm worried about it..." Alison lowers her mermaid with a predatory stare, beckoning her closer until the two's lips were mere inches away. "You're mine Fields, and vice versa. Always." She pecks at the older woman's lips once, twice.
The blonde smirks at the frustration in her wife's eyes.
Emily pretends to glare. "Tease." She murmurs, leaning forward and taking hold of her lips herself. "Mm..."
Alison doesn't hesitate to reciprocate. She truly did love her mermaid, they had gotten through so much together— high school, their relationship, "A"...and they finally were getting what they deserved.
Having finally gotten over their issues and began dating, the two woman had graduated high school and college together, they were even married.
Not to mention...
The blonde suddenly remembered. "Mm...wait, Em." She forces the hand in the space between them to lay on the brunette's flat stomach. Emily reluctantly pulls away, eyebrow raised.
"You know we can't, honey." Alison chews down on her lip, regretfully.
Emily seems to understand, peering over her shoulder at their open bedroom door. Both of them insisted on keeping it open for emergencies. "Ali, its five a.m. on a Saturday, they're not up." She looks back to the blonde, beginning to lean back in.
But Alison stops her once again— a hand to her collarbone. "Yeah?" She smiles. "Did you forget about what day it is today?"
Emily frowns her confusion, and just in time for-
"Mommy!"
"Mom!"
"Mommy!"
Three small beings came sprinting through the door, practically diving into bed with them.
It was a little known fact that huge grins spread across the married couple's faces every time the three children entered any room, something their friend's teased them about.
This time made no difference.
Emily and Alison smile as their three beautiful triplets land on top of them happily, practically bouncing their excitement like little energize balls.
Emily couldn't help laugh to herself at the analogy, hauling her little girl up above her head as she giggles. "Mom!"
"Be careful, boys." Alison calls, occupying their boys that were seconds away from injuring each other in their haste.
They had mixed gender triplets. Two boys and one girl, Ethan, Aiden, and Emma (see what I did there) — and the women couldn't love the three little delinquents any less.
"It's Christmas, moms!" One of them screams above the rest, Aiden (the little boy and Hanna had some scary qualities alike, bluntness for instance), he jumps up into Emily's arms with a huge smile.
Across from them Alison laughs, her own arms full of Ethan and Emma. The children definitely had their characteristics and features, that couldn't be denied.
Aiden was loud, brash, like she used to be...and still was sometimes, but he definitely had Emily's dimples, smile, and her hair.
Emma was the sweetheart, she had Alison's eyes and hair, and she definitely turned on the pouty features when she really wanted something— not unlike Alison when she was her age— though she exhibited more of Emily's caring, passionate, and hopeful qualities.
Ethan was the quietest out of all three of them, shy and reserved like Emily, but he had his moments. He also had Emily's features, the dimples and hair. And because he was mere seconds older, he had both woman's fierce loyalty and protectiveness of anyone who tried to mess with his siblings.
"It is Christmas! And you guys know what that means?" Emily carefully climbs out of bed, two tikes attached to the hip, Ethan and Aiden now.
"Presentssss!" All three children yell at the very top of their lungs, causing both Emily and Alison to laugh.
"I wonder what Santa has came up with this year?" Alison humors them, climbing out of bed herself with little Emma not to far behind, gripping onto her mommy's hand.
Apparently the question ignited a spark within the triplets as all three go racing towards the door, disappearing.
"Be careful, guys!" Emily shouts worriedly, knowing it was for the second time and not the last that day, three kids were a daily handful. And they had stairs.
Alison giggles, going to follow them through the doorway— that was until Emily wraps an arm around her, pulling her snugly back against her, chest to chest.
The blonde quirks an eyebrow, but her wife's eyes simply shoot upward. Alison doesn't have to look to know. A mistletoe hung above their doorframe.
Alison smirks as she does best, leaning forward and capturing the brunette's lips with her own.
"I love you." Emily murmurs against her, and at the words, the blonde pulls away slightly.
"I love you too, you are the reason for my very existence on this Earth Emily Fields, you'll try to remember that." She leans up to lay a gentle kiss on the taller woman's nose, a loving glint in her eyes.
Emily grins.
"Mommy!"
"Mom!"
"Mommy!"
Both women roll their eyes.
They were always called like so, in the order, and the two still couldn't figure out if it was an inside joke of the children or a triplet thing.
"I believe we're being summoned." Emily links their fingers and they begin their ascend down the stairs. "They get that from you, you know? The bossiness."
Alison's tries her best to look offended. "When have I ever been bossy?"
Her wife gives her a look.
"Shut up, Fields."
Emily laughs, kissing her cheek. "Kidding baby, I love your every essence." She halts them on instinct.
And Alison looks up at her, eyebrows raised. "What?"
It was a beautiful background sight for an onlooker to see— with Christmas lights and three absolutely anxious children in the background sitting in front of a Christmas tree impatiently, taking turns playing with little Pepe jr., their dog.
And then a truly in love couple standing on the staircase, looking at each other like they were each other's entire worlds.
Emily attempts downward for another kiss, attempts.
"Ewww!"
"Mommmyyyyy!"
"Mommmm!"
Alison laughs as her wife pulls away with a mock look of heartache. Sighing, the brunette leans down, pecking at the blonde's cheek again instead. "My life would suck without you." She murmurs in her ear.
It was true.
Alison could see as much in her mermaid's eyes.
The blonde could feel the single tear that ran smoothly down her cheek at the words, so she knew her wife could see it— though she would never admit to it later.
"Oh, Em..." She smiles, wrapping arms around the brunette's neck to return the sentiment. "Well my life would suck without you too, baby."
And that was true too.