Chapter 5: 1950

*Emily's POV*

It had been a few days since I last saw Alison. She was incredibly busy, being a real doctor, but still found time to send me a few flirty text messages here and there. I couldn't stop thinking about how it had felt to have her body pressed against mine… The thought of her lips dancing with mine was keeping me distracted from everything and everyone around me. This became even more apparent when I felt something hit the side of my head and thud to the floor.

"Ow!" I grasped the side of my head and shot my eyes towards the taller woman standing across the room, "Spence, what the hell?!" I said dramatically. It really didn't hurt that bad, but it was her audacity that was grinding my gears. "Isn't my head already fucked up enough? Did you want to add more problems to the growing list?" I rolled my eyes and looked into my lap where my fingers were now playing with each other.

If I was being completely honest, I wasn't even annoyed with Spencer at all. I was mostly nervous about my treatment. I had the second round this morning and was waiting for it to hit me. When I looked back up I saw Spencer's eyes widened in shock at my words. She crossed her arms and eyed me knowingly.

"Emily, it's going to be okay." She tried to reassure me and I looked at her like she didn't know what she was talking about even though it was her job to. "Okay...what questions do you have? I can see that something is eating at you. Talk to me." She pressed. Spencer was right- something was eating at me. I didn't want to sound silly so I avoided eye contact until she made it not possible by standing directly in front of me. "Fields. Talk."

"Fine." I groaned. "I just don't want to lose my life. I had an amazing time with Ali a few nights ago and she's been hinting at another date." Spencer raised her eyebrows high, not seeing the problem so I continued, "Which I want. I want a thousand more dates with her, but all I can think about is when my hair is going to start falling out and her pushing me up a ramp in a wheelchair because I can't hold myself up anymore."

The taller woman's eyes softened and she walked around the table to sit next to me. We were in a room that was lined with lighted panels to read scans. Normally, these rooms were reserved for brainstorming between doctors. However, since I was a 'doctor', Spencer came up with the idea of having my appointments in this room instead of a normal exam room. She had really dove head first into my fake career. It almost seemed like a fun game to her, which is funny since she was so reluctant at first. When her hand softly squeezed my knee I brought my eyes back to hers.

"First of all," She started and I could tell she was about to try and dismantle every worry I had, "You aren't going to lose your hair. At least not all of it. The chemo we're using is targeting damaged cells, not healthy ones." I nodded my head softly at her words. She had told me this before, but they couldn't guarantee I wouldn't go bald. She seemed to sense my worry. "Even if you do, I will buy you the best looking wig anyone has ever seen." She chuckled at herself, but I didn't see the joke. She looked a bit sad at my current demeanor, so she continued:

"Second of all, the chair was just a precaution." She eyed the wheelchair she had wheeled me down in that sat in the corner. I told her I was fine, but she insisted. "You never know how the body will react, especially at first. It probably was a little bit overboard for today." She confessed. "I just wanted to make sure we had it if we needed it. And that you save all your energy for your thousand more dates." She teased, poking my stomach slightly to make me laugh. I rolled my eyes a little, blushing at the prospect of more dates with the blonde.

Spencer had calmed me down for now, but we both knew that eventually I would most likely need the wheelchair. We had already had the talk about it getting worse before it got any better. I think she could feel me getting stuck in my thoughts again so she tried to pull me out of them:

"So...a great time with Dr. DiLaurentis and being hopeful for more great times to come...tell me more." She said almost sternly, leaving no option for me not to tell her. I felt a smile spread across my face at the thought of the blonde. Spencer gave me a knowing look and let me have the floor to speak.

"She's great." I finally caved. "I swear Spence its like I've known her my whole life. Its just so easy with her. I mean, we didn't even go anywhere. We stayed at the hospital and ate food out of a vending machine. But I could've stayed in that moment for the rest of my life and not cared. Has anyone ever made you feel that way?" I questioned and she smiled while looking off into space fondly.

"Toby." She answered, bringing her eyes back down to mine. "In the beginning every time I was with him I felt like time had stopped and we were in our own universe. We were also teenagers...but that feeling also never went away. It's like being home." The taller woman explained. I could tell how much she loved Toby by how she talked about him. Honestly, before yesterday I thought Spencer had used up all the good luck when it came to finding love.

Love?! My thoughts interrupted themselves. Calm down, Fields. I felt my cheeks burning at my inner monologue and the bright red color did not go unnoticed by Spencer. I heard her gasp loudly.

"Is Alison your home?!" She teased. "Are you two going to get married and live happily ever after?" She laughed while poking at my stomach to get me to join in on the giggles. I swatted her hand away and rolled my eyes. "I mean...I ship it." She said, raising her hands up in surrender. At that, I chuckled softly.

"She could be." I answered honestly, being ridiculous. Spencer's eyebrows shot up high. "I know that sounds crazy, but god just being close to her drives me insane. And when we kissed-" I heard another loud gasp fill the air before being interrupted.

"You kissed?!" the taller woman exclaimed. "You should have led with that." She swatted my knee, chastising me for not telling her sooner. "How was it?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could I heard a strong and familiar voice fill the air in the room.

"Ladies…" The blonde that I had missed so much jokingly chastised before shooting me a wink. "We aren't having too much fun at work are we?" Her eyebrows raised...I felt like a kid again, getting caught swimming in the pool before my mom had me in her view. I knew she was joking, but I felt myself gulping at the thought of being in trouble with the shorter woman. I could feel a familiar throbbing growing between my legs and felt grateful when I heard Spencer finally answering back.

"There's always time to play, Dr. Dilaurentis." Spencer said, seemingly alluding to our kiss. My eyes shot wide at Spencer, but Alison didn't seem bothered. In fact, she seemed a bit smug. She even gave me a small smirk before her face scrunched into a frown.

"Wow, no wonder you all have worked so much on this case. I'm surprised you all haven't thrown in the towel yet. I've never seen a tumor metastasize this way before. Neuro wasn't my favorite, but I would've called this a loss ages ago. How is this not inoperable?" Spencer's eyes were wide with horror as the blonde looked over the scans. I realized my name was visible in the bottom right side of the scan and kicked Spencer as subtly as I could to put a stop to this.

"Because…" Spencer shuffled up to where my scans were hanging and quickly pulled them all down. "I'm the best." She said, quickly hiding them away in the safety of a Manila folder. At first her smile was smug and left no room for debate, but I could tell she was actually nervous because of her refusal to hold steady eye contact with Alison. Knowing how smart Ali is, she'd catch on too.

"We're the best." I correct, trying to add some humor into the air. It was teetering on the edge of falling flat while the blonde doctor decided whether she was going to accept a change of subject. After a few seconds she caved and giggled.

"I have no doubts about that. I'm excited to see your patient come through. If anyone could do it it would be you two." I tried to give a genuine smile, but there was still a palpable tension in the air and I felt incredibly uncomfortable. After a few more seconds Spencer cleared her throat.

"Did you need something, Dr. DiLaurentis? We can give you the room…" Spencer started.

"No, no." Ali interrupted, "No need. I was just looking for…" Her big blue eyes scanned the room. "Ah ha! That." She pointed to the wheelchair in the back corner of the room. "The new interns keep trying to be helpful by putting wheelchairs away, but they keep taking them from patients who are in CT. I have a 10 year old boy with cystic fibrosis stuck with the radiation techs because we had no way to wheel him out."

Listening to her talk 'doctor' with all of her medical terminology was actually kind of a turn on. I felt the throbbing between my legs start to flare up again and I was starting to wonder if 'excessive' and 'inappropriately timed' horniness was a side effect of the chemo. Wishful thinking I suppose…

I felt the blonde's eyes looking hopefully at me and I could tell she wanted something. Spencer seemed to pick up on this too and let out a small chuckle.

"Got it." She said, "I will leave you two to have a moment alone." The taller woman clutched my scans to her chest and hastily left the room. I didn't have much time to think about the events that had occurred over the past few minutes because I felt Alison invading all of my senses.

She had just been across the room, but now had both of her hands on either side of my chair and was leaning in close. Her perfume smelled so sweet that I was sure it may have enough healing properties that I wouldn't even need the chemo. Her hair was cascaded around my face, darkening the room and amplifying how close she was to me. I met her eyes briefly before something dangling between us caught my eyes.

"You're still wearing it." I grabbed the small metal 'A' and smiled. My heart could explode at the thought of her making sure she had it on before she left her house.

"Of course." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It was part of my wedding gift, remember?" I felt a laugh erupt from deep within at our inside joke. She joined in and I tried to take a mental video so I could always remember this moment.

"I was starting to think that was a dream…" I began, "Our kissing seemed a little too good to be true…"

"If it was a dream, I had the same one." She smiled as a sultry tension began to fill the air. I felt my teeth chewing at my lower lip and my only wish in this moment was that the lip was hers instead of mine. "Maybe we should do it again, just to make sure we aren't dreaming." She said a little smugly. I wondered if this was a 'move' she played in highschool to score some affection. Not that I think she'd ever have to try…

Her eyes were filled with want and were burning a hole into my lips. I started to move in, but as soon as I got close enough to almost feel her lips against mine again she pulled away.

"But not here. This door doesn't lock and I cannot promise you that things will stay PG this time." She smirked, making her intentions incredibly clear.

"PG?" I questioned. "I think I did some solid PG-13 work." I feigned being offended.

"Hmm…" She pretended to be lost in thought. "Your dream must have been better than mine…" She faked a pout before giggling and shooting me a wink. "I haven't slept in 34 hours so I was going to an on-call room anyways. Let me get this patient back to his room then I'll meet you there? Third floor on-call room, 15 minutes?" She asked, needlessly since my answer to her would always be yes.

Now that she mentioned it, I could see how tired she was. She wasn't acting too exhausted, but there were traces of dark circles under her eyes. My heart began aching for her. I knew Spencer occasionally had incredibly long shifts, but the taller girl had always driven herself to the edge and practically ran on coffee so it was hard to ever tell a difference.

"I'll be there." I smiled and shot her a wink. We didn't exchange any more words and she pulled the wheelchair out of the room and vanished from my sight.

I could feel a tinge of pain from Alison's thoughts on my condition, but I decided to process that later and enjoy the time I was about to have with her while I could. My hands found the arms of my chair to push myself up and stand, but to my surprise I couldn't easily push myself all the way up.

Instead of acknowledging that it may be the treatment, I decided that it would be my choice to conserve my energy for the on-call room. I pulled out my phone to text Spencer.

"So...Alison took my wheelchair. Want to conserve my energy for the day. Can you come get me?"

"LOL. Good call. I'll be right there."

"Can you also wheel me to the third floor on-call room? ;)"

"If that is an invitation...ew, no. However...if its for some 'play time' with Dr. Dilaurentis...as your doctor I still say no."

I frowned a bit at her response, but quickly rolled my eyes when another text popped up.

"As your friend though, yes. ONLY if you promise to relax the rest of the evening at home."

"I pinky swear!"

At this point, I would physically pinky swear. I needed Spencer to hurry so Alison wouldn't see me getting rolled around. I was getting antsy when I heard squeaky wheels come through the door.

"Your chariot awaits, Fields." She smirked and wheeled the chair over to me. She helped me in without any teasing, which I appreciated. "I cannot believe I'm wheeling you somewhere to get laid…"

I rolled my eyes at her comment before we both burst out into a fit of giggles. I don't know that we'll go that far, but I was excited to spend some alone time with the woman. I wanted to enjoy as many moments as I could before my treatment took too much of a toll on my body.

Author's Note: I'm sorry it has been so long since my last update! I haven't been well, but am finally back to a place where I can write. This chapter is a little shorter because the next events seemed more fitting for their own chapter! I hope you enjoyed some more of Emily's point of view. How about that close call with Emily's scans?

If there are any grammar or spelling issues, it is because I only did a quick check because I wanted you all to have this chapter as soon as possible! I will come back in the next few days to recheck.

Please let me know what you think! Any feedback is welcome- I get a new wave of inspiration every time I hear from you all!