Disclaimers: I do not own PLL or the characters, including Lily and Grace. I do own Jonathan Dilaurentis-Fields and all other children.
Spoilers: None
Rating: T to be safe.

Important notes: I accidently deleted the part that explained it, but after Alison gets off the plane, she and the other airport occupants watch the news broadcast of the plane crashes. She is in shock as she realizes that was her plane. Two gentlemen introduces themselves as Josiah and David Berry. They help Alison calm down and Josiah offers her his phone to get in touch with Emily.

Trigger Warning: This story is set heavily around the events that took place in New York on September 11, of 2001. Please be cautious while reading.

Thank you to those that reviewed on the last chapter. Here is chapter 5. I hope you enjoy. :)

September 11, 2001

"E-Em?" Alison stutters out her name and Emily can't do anything but sit there. The others watch her. Jon sits on Emily's lap and looks at his mama.

He hears Alison's voice and immediately perks up.

"Mommy!" He practically yanks the phone out of her hands, something he normally wouldn't do, but Emily lets it slide, as she can understand.

"Mommy, you're ok!"

"Yes, baby," Alison breathes. She laughs breathily and can't remember a time she's been as happy to hear her son's voice as she is now. "I'm ok. I'm so happy to hear your voice. Is Mama still there? Can I speak to her, please, sweetheart?"

"Yes, hang on. Mama," Jon holds the phone out. "Mommy wants to talk to you." Emily takes the phone.

By now, Spencer and Toby are walking around the kitchen, each with a bottle, Spencer feeding Lily, Toby - Grace. Finley is watching intently, still being held by Ezra. Aria is sitting at the table and Harper is in her lap. Hanna and Caleb are leaning against the doorway.

"Alison," Emily is surprised she doesn't stutter or falter in speaking. "Ali, are you ok? W-why-where are you? Please tell me you are safe."

"I'm…I'm all right," Alison says fully believing, for the first time since everything happened she is ok. "I'm here at the airport," Alison's voice cracks and she sniffles. "I got off the plane, Emmy," Suddenly, she feels like a scared 6-year-old telling her parents about a bad dream.

"I got off the plane and then I-I-I heard about what-…" She trails off unable to actually say the words I got off before the plane was hijacked and crashed.

"I'm so happy you are okay," Emily tells her. "I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much. You're going to ok, all right? We'll get you home somehow and everything is going to be ok." With tears streaming down her face, Emily looks to her friends. She can see the relief on their faces.

"Aunt Emmy," Finn says, looking at her with his big, innocent blue eyes. "Please, I talk to Auntie Ali?" It's just so Finley that Emily actually laughs, nods, and motions for him to come over. He eagerly lets his legs dangle from Ezra's waist so he is let down and then he runs over.

Taking the phone, Finley holds it in the normal "kid" fashion, with one hand on top and one on the bottom.

"Hi, Auntie Ali!" He says, smiling his adorable little grin.

"Finn! Hey, Lil' Booger, what are you up to?"

"Nothing! I haved no school t'day!" He says because Ezra and Aria homeschool him. Ezra does Mondays and Wednesdays, Aria does Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Fridays is a free day, unless they have something they need to finish from the other days.

"You didn't?" Alison asks. "Well, lucky you!"

"Uh-huh. I had a fwee day. But it not Fwiday!"

"I know, it's only Tuesday, huh?" Alison smiles again at his uh-huh. "That's pretty cool you get a free day for a Tuesday."

They talk for a bit more before Harper comes over. "Finny, I wanna talk too, okay? Let me see the phone." Finn obediently hands the phone over, then goes to get a chair and pushes it over. Harper sits in it and lets Finn climb into her lap.

"Hi, Auntie Ali," Harper says. "How are you? Did you see the news?" Not knowing she should probably avoid the topic, she continues. "Your plane crashed into the South Tower! Auntie Em said you were supposed to be on the plane, but you weren't on there."

Alison sighs quietly. She really doesn't want to talk about it but she also does not want to be rude to her niece.

"I just missed my flight, that's all, Harp. I was in the bathroom and could not get to the gate fast enough."

"Oh," Harper nods. "Ok." She accepts that answer because once when she was nine, she was in the bathroom with her mom, Aria, and her then-one-year-old brother Finley. Finley was sitting on the counter and was going through a phase where he would take all the contents of his diaper bag and throw them across the room.

Needless to say, once Aria got all the things back in the bag, picked up her purse and ushered Finley and Harper out of the bathroom, and got to the gate, their plane was shut off and preparing to taxy down the runway.

Harper goes on to speak to her aunt about the normal things an aunt and niece talk about. Next, the phone goes back to Jon. He asks when Ali is going to be home and other questions.

After about 15 minutes of everyone else speaking to Alison, Emily suddenly has the need to hear her voice again so she asks to have the phone back.

Emily just talks to Alison. About anything and everything, even stupid stuff. Just to keep her speaking, soaking in the feeling Alison's voice gives her. She will never, in her entire life, take the sound of her wife's voice for granted again.

Boston, Massachusetts

*2 hours later*

For nearly hours, Alison and every other occupant of the airport stare at the television. No one can believe what they are seeing.

They watch in disbelief as the planes hit the towers, and then the news reports planes crashing into the Pentagon and an empty field. And then, everyone watches in utter terror as the Twin Towers begin falling, folding in on themselves as if they were made of nothing more than dirt and sticks.

Everyone is calling their loved ones, or getting their own calls. They call to check in, to tell them they are ok, they call to talk to the people on the planes. Ali can hear the heartbreaking sobs of a woman when she realizes her daughter was on the plane that crashed into the Pentagon.

For the first time in anytime at all, Alison looks around and sees people putting their own problems aside to hold a stranger in comfort, to lend someone a cell phone, to share in the good news that a loved one is safe.

And Ali looks to David and Josiah, and their daughter Rachel, who have stayed with her the past few hours.

"Alison, honey," Josiah says in his soothing voice. "Do you have place where you can stay? Do you need David and I to drive you anywhere? If you do not, you are more than welcome to come and stay with us."

Alison accepts this offer because, even if she did not want to, she would have nowhere to stay and she knows the airport will still be open to sending and receiving planes and even if they were, she has no money whatsoever to buy another plane ticket.

So, it is settled that they will accommodate Alison in their home. They take her to Wal*Mart to get her the basics. To start off, they get five t-shirts, five pairs of sweatpants/shorts, and some underwear and socks (Alison is most embarrassed about this, what grown woman wants two, strange men buying her undergarments?), a bottle of shampoo, and a hairbrush and toothbrush and tooth paste.

They also buy her a small backpack, one that is big enough for everything, for when she travels home.

They also get her a pay-as-you-go phone, since hers was on the plane. They want her to be able to get in touch with her family whenever possible.

No one, not Alison, not David or Josiah, or anyone else knows when it is possible that the airports will be back open, meaning Alison going home is still of an unknown date.

So, until then, Josiah and David will keep their home open to Alison. They comfort her on the night of the eleventh. They calm her after her nightmare where she was actually on the plane and they remind her, gently and softly, that that is not true. That she got off the plane. That she is safe and alive and okay.

Alison calls Emily on her burner phone and tells her and Jon goodnight. She tells Emily to give Lily and Grace an extra hug and kiss from her and she sleeps until nearly nine the next morning, being woken up by the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon.

Here is it! The next chapter will have a big time jump, two weeks in the future. I really wanted to have Emily hop in her car and drive all the way from Los Angeles to Boston. I feel like, during this time, all rationality would go out the window and that would probably be something she would do.

I Won't do that, however, I think what I am going to do, though, will be just as realistic.

I won't give you a limit this time since I only have the next chapter prewritten. #7 is a little harder for some reason but I will get it up! I hope to have this story finished by Thanksgiving, which means 4 chapters in under a month. So please review. :)