Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars.

Warnings: Child Abuse, Foul Language, Violence, Death, Mental Illness, Sex Scenes...

"Alison its so nice to finally meet you," Maya gushed her tone friendly and excited as though they weren't in a hole in the ground likely to be murdered.

Maya bounced forward unexpectedly and hugged Alison tightly, the blonde not expecting it couldn't even react before Maya had moved away.

"Sorry I'm a hugger," Maya sheepishly murmured.

"Aren't reunions fun?" Andrew boomed from above before Alison could get a hand on Maya.

"Especially when people aren't as dead as we thought," Alison's withering glare shot from Andrew to Maya.

"Careful now Ali, you're not exactly one to judge. We've all had to do what we must to survive," Mona's words sliced through the tension between Maya and Alison.

"How could I forget about you?" Alison whirled on the little freak. "Did you have fun setting me up Mona?"

Mona smirked.

"Where are the girls!" Alison shouted at her.

"So caught up in the little details aren't they," Andrew sighed to Tuxedo.

Tuxedo nodded slowly.

"You should be more respectful to our guest of honour," Andrew glared down at her and Alison clenched her fists.

"Well tell me who our guest is and I'll be sure to roll out the red carpet," Alison cattily rejoined.

"You should, bitch," Andrew threw back.

Alison dropped her fists. Fighting wasn't working and they were clearly outnumbered however reluctant some of the A Team seemed to be. Alison needed to break their leader, needed to get to Andrew. She took in a deep breath and tried her most sympathetic tone.

"I'm sorry about what happened to your sister Andrew and that my parents sent you away, that wasn't fair but this…" Alison gestured around them. "This won't change anything."

Andrew looked around the room as though seeing it for the first time. He faltered slightly and blinked.

"You're right," he murmured softly. "I.. I got so caught up in the revenge I.. I forgot what Bethany would want."

Alison could see him breaking, the scared little boy struggling to break through this monster's shell.

"Exactly," Alison tried to keep her voice soft but loud enough that he could hear.

The A Team and the men watched entranced as Alison seemed to get through to Andrew.

"What was I thinking?" Andrew softly uttered, looking at Alison for forgiveness and acceptance.

She tried to hold his gaze, tried to convince him they could come back from this, tried to make herself believe it. He was the only hope of finding the girls, she had to make him see it could all be alright.

"She wouldn't want this," Alison assured him.

Andrew's sorrowful look transformed into a wicked grin and Alison felt her hope diminish as the monster came flooding back.

"Let's ask her," he snarled.

Tuxedo threw off the mask and before them a blonde haired, blue eyed woman appeared.

"You've got to be kidding me," Caleb muttered.

"Is anyone actually dead!" Alison screamed in frustration.

"Hello Alison," Bethany smiled sickly sweet. "Its been a long time."

"Not long enough, you psycho!" Alison yelled, her patience was gone, none of this made sense.

"Don't call me that!" Bethany yelled back her face contorting in rage as she tried to fly down the stairs to get at Alison, Andrew held her back though, whispering in her ear quickly and she relaxed in his arms somewhat.

Andrew softly stroked her blonde hair and cradled her to him, it was too intimate for siblings and Alison cringed.

"Been watching too much Game of Thrones, Andrew," Alison goaded, Bethany was obviously unstable and the easier of the two to set off. Her affection for her brother was a weak point for sure.

Andrew's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Shut up," he yelled.

"Is that why you were sad she was gone," Alison continued. "Did you miss the doll you got to play with?"

It made her sick to her stomach but she needed to get them to slip up, needed a point to bully.

"I never touched my sister like that," Andrew roared.

The A Team shifted uneasily and Alison could see they didn't quite believe Andrew.

"I don't think they believe you, Andrew," Alison gestured to his shuffling drones. "In fact I think they know you're lying."

Andrew pushed past Bethany intent on Alison, who readied herself at the bottom of the stairs.

"Wait," Bethany grabbed a hold of her brother. "She's trying to upset you."

Andrew fumed but didn't pull out of Bethany's grasp.

"We know the truth," Bethany soothed him before glaring down at Alison. "And she knows nothing."

"I know my mother was writing to you pretending to be me," Alison yelled back.

Surprisingly Bethany laughed. Andrew joined her and they both seemed to relax as Alison shifted uneasily under her cousins' gaze.

"You're as simple as your little friends, Ali," Bethany chided. "We planted that letter."

Alison could have smacked herself, it was a signature A move. A letter that detailed Alison gifting Bethany with a top, that she was invited for the Labour Day weekend. It was all too neat, all too perfectly mapped out to not be a plant. What better way to frame Alison than hand her carefully crafted 'murder plot' to the cops on a silver platter?

"I did think I'd met you though," Bethany shared. "Your friend Cece came to Radley and said she was you, I didn't like that, they'd changed my meds and things were starting to come back bits and pieces of what happened. And then there you were Alison DiLaurentis, my perfect cousin."

Bethany's glare hardened.

"And she was so smug, like her life was the best thing in the world and I remembered, remembered everything, how you lied for your horrible mother," Bethany spat.

"You killed my mother," Alison cried, she may not have liked the woman but Jessica DiLaurentis was still her family.

"Andrew did yes," Bethany admitted as though commenting on a sports game.

"She didn't put up much of a fight," Andrew easily smiled.

"You're sick, both of you," Alison screamed.

"Don't you want to know what happened that night Alison?" Bethany challenged. "Aren't you dying to hear what happened? Why you?"

"I want my friends back," Alison seethed.

"It started when I was seven," Bethany ignored Alison and started her story as though it were a happy fairytale. "You were five and your mother brought you over when I was home from school, I used to get headaches a lot, still do."

Andrew patted her hand in sympathy and Bethany smiled at him.

"Andrew was at school, so was Jason, we were all in the kitchen and they were dressing you in different little dresses," Bethany's eyes hardened a touch. "They always did that, dressed you up and paraded you around like a princess."

"You stabbed your mother because she was giving me attention," Alison shouted. "You're a crazy psycho."

"I told you not to call me that," Bethany screamed.

She took a moment to collect herself.

"I'm telling a story, its rude to interrupt," Bethany hauntingly continued.

Alison rolled her eyes but remained quiet the sooner Bethany got this off her chest the sooner they could find the girls.

"So they dressed you up and then you wanted a cookie but your mother told you no that you'd spoil lunch, you were such a little brat though, and you started to hold your breath," Bethany chuckled darkly. "It was a trick you taught yourself apparently, but your mom wouldn't cave."

Alison didn't like where this was heading.

"So your holding your breath for your stupid cookie and they're shouting at each other because my mom thinks your going to hurt yourself, oxygen and brain development you know," Bethany didn't wait for a response and barrelled along lost in her own memory. "But your mom won't budge and its just a stupid cookie so I get the packet and shove one under your nose until you breath again."

Bethany smiled almost serenely.

"I was seven, I thought I was helping," Bethany murmured something dark settling over her. "You took the cookie and were happily munching away and I thought I did it, baby cousin Ali is fine now."

Alison didn't want to hear anymore could only imagine what had happened next.

"Your mom didn't see it that way," Bethany glared at Alison. "She slapped me across the face, I'll never forget the sting, and it was terrible and I was crying and my mom was screaming at her and they shoved each other and then-"

Andrew grabbed Bethany's hand in support, as Bethany tried to collect herself. She sniffled.

"Your bitch of a mother stabbed her twin, my mom. Seven. Times," Bethany spat. "Over a fucking cookie."

Alison closed her eyes gently to try and stop the tears. When she opened them again Bethany was crying, staring down at her. Alison felt like her whole world had been attacked, bits and pieces flooded through her mind, her mother hysterically crying over her aunt's lifeless body, little Bethany pleading for her mommy to wake up. Alison blinked it away and stared at the woman above her.

"Bethany I-"

"And then you lied!" Bethany screamed. "The police came and your mother convinced them I did it, the headaches she said I was insane and they just believed her, because darling Alison always did what Mommy said!"

"Bethany I was five I wasn't-"

"You knew the difference between a lie and the truth!" Bethany roared.

And she did, at five she knew the difference between a lie and the truth but her mother was a master manipulator and Alison was five, only just becoming aware of what she had to do to survive her family. What she had to become.

"So I went to Radley, I didn't find out till later but your mother joined the board, I became Bethany Young, Andrew went in to foster care thinking his sister killed his mother-"

"I never believed that," Andrew cut in firmly. "Not once, Bethany, I swear."

Bethany cupped his cheek affectionately.

"My big brother always looked out for me," she cooed at him and he smiled back. "He found me, when he turned eighteen, made up Charles to get into Radley."

Andrew nuzzled his head into Bethany's hand and they were lost in their own little world.

"Hey lovebirds, you were saying," Caleb snapped.

Andrew glared murderously at Caleb for intruding on his special moment. Bethany dropped her hand away and crossed her arms.

"Do you have all the answers, Mr Rivers?" she raised an eyebrow challengingly.

Caleb grumbled under his breath but Alison couldn't hear it from where she was.

"Shut up and pay attention," Bethany roared at him.

Caleb just glared harder.

"Where was I?" Bethany mused.

"Monologuing us to death with your nefarious plans," Alison drawled.

This was getting excessive and Ali just wanted the girls safe, they had to be in here somewhere. She was sure at least a third of the A Team were here to protect one of or more of the girls, weren't they?

"You really are a rude little girl," Bethany glared down at Alison.

"Come down here, honey and I'll show you how rude I can be," Alison seethed.

"Well get there trust me," Bethany grinned wickedly and dread settled in Alison's stomach.

Villains didn't monologue unless they were sure they were going to win and as much as Alison wanted answers to every question that burned inside her, she feared what would happen when story time was over.

"Thats right," Bethany nodded to herself finding her place again. "So my big brother comes to rescue me from Radley, but Mommy DiLaurentis can't have a child crying innocent over her mothers murder now can she?"

Bethany looked to Alison as though it where Ali's fault her mother was a psychopath.

"No she couldn't, so Mommy Dearest, had me on some super strong meds you know for all my crazy," Bethany intoned dangerously. "Easy enough to do when you're a board member right."

"But do know how sick your mother actually was Alison?" Bethany asked titled her head and watching Alison clench. "She actually had the audacity to take me on day trips, fun filled days riding and spoiling me with junk food, like we were fucking besties or something!"

Andrew patted Bethany's hand again as the enraged blonde collected herself.

"She made me believe she actually cared about me, that there was someone in the world who did," Bethany looked far beyond them all. "I never had a prom, or a boyfriend or a sleepover."

Bethany was lost in her own thoughts and Alison could see regardless of whether Bethany was mentally sane or not when she went into Radley she was certainly unhinged now that she was out.

"Do you think she did it to appease her guilt?" Bethany asked Alison staring right through her.

Alison felt hallow and numb under Bethany's unwavering gaze.

"I never knew why she did anything?" Alison admitted softly, wiping at her cheek quickly as a tear fell. "She was good at making you feel loved one minute and worthless the next."

Bethany's lips turned into a smirk.

"You learnt from the best," Bethany intoned darkly.

"I am not my mother!" Alison shrieked.

"Aren't you Alison?" Bethany retorted. "Look at all these people, every single one of them you hurt, lied to, manipulated, even the men that stand with you, have been betrayed."

"Except me," Maya beamed happily.

Everyone looked to Maya, who just rocked excitedly on the balls of her feet as if this actually was some great party she'd been invited to. What the hell was wrong with Maya?

Bethany just chuckled.

"I've always liked you Maya, you're enthusiasm is so refreshing," Bethany shook her head with an affectionate sigh.

"Thank you," Maya beamed up at Bethany.

How the hell were these two connected, Alison wondered not for the first time since seeing both were in fact alive.

"So Andrew finds out Mommy DiLaurentis has doped me up and because he's a genius," Bethany gushed.

Andrew smiled at her praise and Alison felt sick watching them.

"Andy gets one of the orderlies on side," Bethany shared. "What was his name again?"

"Eddie Lamb," Wren supplied, before Andrew could open his mouth.

Toby looked up at Bethany, his eyes narrowing.

"That was it, yes thank you Wren," Bethany nodded. "I liked him, he was nice and he listened to Andrew, got my doctors to look into changing my meds. Andrew convinced him I was a Campbell and that Mrs DiLaurentis had a reason to keep me quiet."

"I knew you couldn't have hurt Mom," Andrew looked to Bethany sincerely. "Eddie never liked Mrs DiLaurentis so he wasn't hard to convince."

"On my new meds, it came flooding back in bits and pieces, it was terrible," Bethany whined.

She held her head in anguish and then looked to Toby almost remorseful.

"I'm sorry about your mother, Toby," Bethany murmured.

Toby stiffened. Alison looked between the two sharply, she was missing something she could tell.

"What about my mother?" Toby seethed, but there was a touch of longing in his angry look almost like he was begging for answers but didn't want to bow down to this crazy woman, didn't want to admit the hold she had over him.

"She was there when I came out of it, when everything came back, who I was what had happened all of it," Bethany sighed. "I ran out to the roof to try and breath and she followed me kept rambling about how I looked just like the girl with her precious Toby."

"What did you do to her?" Toby shouted, tears streaming down his face.

"She just wouldn't shut up," Bethany cried. "I begged her to be quiet to just let me think but she was just going on and on trying to remember the name of this pretty girl in Toby's room that I reminded her of."

"Me," Alison gulped.

"Yep. Dear sweet Alison," Bethany mocked. "She remembered eventually said I looked just like Alison. Alison DiLaurentis and then I threw her off the roof."

"I'll kill you!" Toby screamed lunging forward, the A Team blocked him easily and threw him back into Caleb.

"I didn't mean to," Bethany softly admitted before all innocence left her eyes. "If she'd just shut up!"

"That doesn't make sense," Alison cut in. "That was years before A."

"Almost a full year before, yes," Bethany nodded straightening herself up. "After that they put me on stronger stuff said I was 'fragile' now, Mommy DiLaurentis covered it up with Wilden and it was all ruled a tragic suicide."

Toby raged against Caleb's hold and Ezra had to jump in to try and calm the officer. He slumped against the two men and cried into Caleb's neck. One man broken two to go Alison guessed as Bethany grinned wickedly at Toby's painful sobs.

"That doesn't explain A," Alison crossed her arms glaring at Andrew and Bethany.

"Your A on Halloween wasn't Andrew, Alison," Bethany smiled sadistically. "They're here with us. Go ahead. Pick your first A."

Alison looked over the shuffling drones, each glaring at her, except Paige, Paige looked ashamed. And Maya, Maya looked like it was her fucking birthday.

"Lucas," Alison guessed.

The boy in question grinned wickedly.

"Very good," Bethany praised. "Andrew caught onto what Lucas was up to, 'torturing' you with the notes and dolls, it was all very childish but Andrew made an alliance of sorts."

"Where did Mona come in?" Alison questioned, glaring at Mona who just smirked back at Alison. "She sent me texts too."

"No one asked Mona to play," Andrew seethed.

Mona cackled.

"She was one of your mysterious texters, we always assumed she found out about A from Lucas and really what was the harm of more than one person wanting to hurt you," Andrew shrugged before his tone hardened.

"When we found out she'd run you out town, that you weren't in the grave your mother dug you and I admit it took us longer than it should have," Andrew shook his head. "Well Mona knew who was in charge after the lodge fire."

Bethany glared down pointedly at Jenna.

"We're all sharing Jenna, would you like to contribute," Bethany spat, and Alison could tell Bethany despised Jenna as much as Jenna despised her.

"That was us," Jenna admitted. "Shana, Melissa and I set up the lodge fire, but someone couldn't let their little sister burn."

"Spencer had nothing to do with Alison and her evil games!" Melissa yelled. "Neither did Emily or Aria."

"But you left Hanna!" Alison screamed.

Melissa had pulled out Spencer, Emily and Aria but left Hanna and Mona to burn.

Alison remembered dragging them out, the smoke growing around them. She'd stayed to make sure Hanna was breathing, she was so sure the other girl was going to die. Knowing what she knew now she was so glad she'd briefly stolen Mona under the guise of Redcoat, to set up the little meeting intent to reveal herself to the girls.

"I thought she was you," Melissa softly admitted.

"You do look alike," Wren insisted staring at her.

Alison looked to Bethany but the crazed blonde gave no indication she knew of Alison and Hanna's connection. Alison intended to keep it that way.

"For someone who hates me so much Melissa you're not very good at remembering what I look like," Alison bitchily retorted at Spencer's sister.

Melissa folded her arms and huffed but no one else said a word about Hanna.

"So you're Redcoat," Alison pointed to Bethany.

"Did it really take you that long Alison, really," Bethany cackled. "You've always been six steps behind us."

"And Melissa's Black Veil," Alison guessed rounding on Melissa.

"Everything I've done was to protect Spencer," Melissa glared at Alison.

Alison scoffed at that, Melissa Hastings only looked out for herself.

"I'm sure thats exactly how Spencer felt when Ian tried to shove her off the bell tower!" Alison yelled at Melissa.

"You killed him," Melissa shrieked, Wren lay a hand on her shoulder when she looked ready to tear Alison to shreds but she shook him off easily enough.

"As much as I would love to see that cat fight," Andrew smirked. "I'll admit I got rid of our dear friend Ian."

"The whole NAT club really knew a little bit too much," Bethany cackled.

"They had you on film?" Alison guessed. "Those videos you're in some of them."

"Hardly," Andrew spat as though bored with her. "Ian was a perverted creep so it wasn't hard to convince him I had a specific target in mind that I needed some intel on."

"You sent Ian after me," Alison pieced it together.

"Yep but the horn dog couldn't keep it in his pants-"

"I never had sex with him!" Alison screamed as Bethany smirked at her.

She could feel them all judging her for Ian and yes he was a creepy dickhead but she was fourteen at the time and so convinced she knew everything. She shuddered briefly disgusted with herself for ever thinking Ian wanting to film her was a turn on.

"What about you Paige how did you get roped into this mess?" Alison glared at Emily's ex.

"I swear Alison I never hurt-"

"What did we say about lying, Paige," Bethany snapped. "You did hurt someone though didn't you little piggie?"

Paige clenched her fists.

"Tell them Paige," Bethany purred. "Tell them what you did."

"You said if I helped you with Mona, you wouldn't tell," Paige pathetically begged.

"And I won't," Bethany smirked down at Paige who trembled, whether it was in anger or fear Alison couldn't tell. "You will. Now do it!"

"I hit her," Paige whispered.

"Louder," Bethany commanded.

Alison could tell Bethany was revelling in their misery, in Paige's misery.

"I hit her over the head with the shovel!" Paige yelled.

"The girl in your grave," Alison looked to Bethany. "Who is she?"

"Sara Harvey," Bethany smirked. "Sara was a little bully too, but she probably didn't deserve Pigskin here bashing her brains in."

"I didn't kill her," Paige cried desperately.

"No that would be big sis," Bethany smiled over at Melissa. "Buried the poor girl alive cause Hastings can't live up to their mistakes."

"I thought she was you," Melissa seethed at Alison. "And I buried her. Alive."

"God Melissa you have terrible eyesight," Alison roared.

"I thought Spencer hurt you…her," Melissa admitted, tears gathering in her eyes. "She's my little sister, I couldn't let them take her away."

"So you buried some faceless girl you'd never met to protect Spencer," Alison shook her head.

"I thought she was you," Melissa cried.

"How does that make it better?" Alison screamed back at her.

This town was just so messed up, the justification that they'd use, the ideas that any of this was acceptable somehow. Alison could barely live with her own mistakes, of tormenting people and hurting them but murder and cover ups, these people sickened her.

"Its fun isn't learning everyones little lies and what they've done to protect them," Bethany giggled. "Do you want to tell everyone why you tried to push Aria off a train, Melissa?"

"Wilden did that!"

"Tsk tsk," Bethany chortled. "He wasn't alone was he?"

"I don't care! I don't care about any of this!" Alison screamed, her voice hoarse from shouting at all of them for what felt like hours, she summoned the last of her strength and just let lose. "WHERE ARE THE GIRLS!"

Everyone was shocked by her outburst and Alison breathed heavily trying work through her anger. She couldn't take this anymore if Bethany was trying to torture Alison to a breaking point by making her relive everything everyone in this room had done to endanger her live because of what she'd done to them than fine. Fine. But Alison just didn't care anymore she wanted, no needed the girls safe, that was it. She didn't want anymore stupid answers.

"Alison," Bethany mocked. "You used to love story time."

"When I get my hands on you-"

"And now you're being mean," Bethany pouted. "Andrew little baby Ali might need a nap I think the excitement from the party is tiring her out."

"She does look a little grumpy," Andrew cooed, grinning at Alison with that sadistic smile.

"Just a little longer, Ali boo," Bethany promised cooing at Alison. "Then we'll put you to sleep with your dolls, I promise."