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Chapter Two

Alison rolled her eyes at her bleeping alarm clock, she fucking hated Mondays. She grumbled as she dragged herself out of bed and towards the shower. Cursing herself for not going to bed early enough for the rude, early wakeup call. She supposed Elliott was already gone since the other side of her bed was cold. She felt disgusting with her morning breath and bed hair, she never quite felt herself until after she'd stood under the scolding stream of the shower for a while.

The blonde huffed, scrubbing at the dried sweat on her skin. She felt like she'd done well for herself. She wasn't exactly the happiest person but she couldn't remember a time that she was actually happy. Her life hadn't exactly been an easy one. Between her crappy parents, crappy sister and crappy train of boyfriends she'd had a harder time than most. At least she had Jason, her older brother. He wasn't around much but he was still always at the other end of the phone when she needed him.

She had her friends too, Cece Drake and Hanna Marin. She'd known Hanna since high school, back when Alison was a bully and Hanna was a bit of a nerd. Neither of them had many friends. Hanna because she was weird and awkward. Alison because she was too damaged to let anyone in. Truth be told Alison wasn't exactly pleasant to Hanna during their teen years but all that changed half way through senior year and her and Hanna had just clicked. They'd become partners for a science project and kept in touch from then on. As for Cece, she had a thing with Jason for a while and took Alison under her wing like a little sister. Cece had been looking out for the littler blonde every since.

"Alison! Your fat ass better be out of bed!"

Alison rolled her eyes for about the fortieth time this morning when she heard Hanna shout up the stairs. She finished washing herself and wrapped herself in a robe, making her way down the stairs. Hanna was perched on her kitchen counter, reading her newspaper and helping herself to Alison's cereal.

"Let yourself in why don't you," Alison growled, grabbing herself a cup.

"I did thanks," Hanna grinned, sipping from her own coffee, "What are we doing this morning?"

"You'll see," Alison mumbled, not making eye contact with the other blonde.

"Al-i," Hanna moaned, drawing out the 'I' in Alison's name, she tilted her head to the side, "If you don't tell me where we're going then maybe I won't bother coming."

"Whatever," Alison growled, "I'll just go on my own."

"Ali!"

"Fine! We're...Elliott asked me to go to a fertility clinic," Alison pursed her lips, "He wants me to find out how fertile I am."

"What?" Hanna almost spat out her coffee, "What the fuck?"

"Look we're getting married and he's-"

"Wow," Hanna interrupted, "He's such a slime ball, what do you even see in him Ali? He's a complete dick, totally controlling, not to mention he's about a hundred years old!"

"Han! I don't need your judgement, Elliott is financially stable and well respected," Alison argued.

"He's basically my Grandpa-"

"He is not,"

"By the time you're twenty five he'll be 90-"

"He's ten years older than us Hanna-"

"Exactly."

"I'm twenty four now," Alison pursed her lips, "He just wants me to get checked up since he wants to start a family after we're married," Alison tried to explain, tried to rationalise. She was finding it hard enough to convince herself it was a reasonable request, let alone Hanna.

"Alright Al, lets go get you checked up. But know that I think this is bullshit and I think you should dump that stupid ass hole," Hanna rolled her eyes, pushing Alison by the shoulders to go get dressed.

"Alright, Miss DiLaurentis, I'm Dr Scott," He shook the blondes hand, "So if you'd like to change into this and wait on the bed. Obviously take your underwear off and we can check things out."

"Jesus, straight to it! You could buy her dinner first or something," Hanna looked the doctor up and down.

Alison shot her friend a withering glare before turning back to the doctor, "Sure, I understand. Thanks doctor."

"Seriously Ali, how much does that dude get paif to ogle your goodies-"

"Han," Alison hissed while getting changed and slipping her underwear off.

"I mean not that I blame him, you are fucking gorgeous but there are boundaries-"

"Han!"

"You could just pay me to look. You don't even know this doctor, I suppose he's kind of cute but it could just be good lighting and-"

"Hanna!"

"Now he's going to see your vagina-"

"Hello ladies," a white coat came into the room with some supplies, "I'll make this quick, lay back on the bed and pop your feet into the stirrups."

Alison discretely made a face at Hanna before complying to the doctors request. Hanna frowned, inching closer to Alison's knees.

"Hanna! You are not looking!" Alison hissed, grabbing Hanna's arm and dragging her back to safety.

"Fine! Whatever. I just wanted a peek," She huffed, folding her arms.

The doctor grabbed a silver syringe from her kit and led it between Alison's legs, doing a procedure quickly and standing up, "Alright, all set. I'll be back in twenty minutes, okay?"

"Uh-sure...okay?" Alison frowned, nodding at the doctors retreating from. Once the door shut she sprang up, "I'm confused, I thought they'd like check things out a bit or give me an ultrasound. Not do-whatever she did."

"Alright Ali, calm down," Hanna huffed.

"Are you seriously annoyed that I wouldn't let you see my vagina?"

"No," Hanna pouted, "It's just...you seem to be showing everyone else. I feel left out."

"You are un-fucking-believable!"

"Alright Miss DiLaurentis," Dr Scott entered the room, "Are you ready to get started?"

"What?" Alison's eyes snapped to his, "We already got started."

"Sorry?" Dr Scott frowned.

"The other doctor came in," Hanna explained, "Got all up in Ali's vagina."

"Right...um let me just check on that," Dr Scott frowned.