Once again, I do not own, nor know Lucy Hale or Ian Harding. This story is purely fictional.


Ian sat in the poorly lit interrogation room for what felt like three hours before his lawyer, Emma Petersburg appeared. He sighed in relief.

She sat down at the chair across from him, scooting into the little gray table that he was sitting out, or should she say, slunching over.

"I have no fucking clue what's going on," He said, putting his head down to rest on the table, he heard Emma tsk, he shot his head up.

"You think I killed him" Ian proclaimed, causing Emma to scoff, and raise her eyebrows.

Emma shook her head back and forth, scooting back her chair a bit, and clenching her jaw. "How could've you? He died last night at 7:30.. " She began to wonder off for a minute, causing Ian to zone her out. She had regained his attention about a minute later. "Ian, how could that be possible when you were with me?" She asked.

Ian placed his head in his hands, and sighed once again, this time in disbelief. "When am I ever gonna be free?" He questioned her. He was beyond frustrated about this whole ordeal, this whole thing, his whole entire life was fucked up, and pretty much placed in the hands of a lawyer who hadn't even graduated from law school more than a year ago.

This was somehow all Lucy's fault, if he hadn't fallen in love with her, If he had never gotten the part of Ezra fucking Fitz, If he would've never hooked up with her at the wrap party, If she would've never had the miscarriage; He wouldn't be here. This was some twisted fucking fate, and God made sure that Ian and Lucy's lives, and lies, and spider webs of truth, somehow weaved into each-other's.

This story begins and ends with Lucy Hale.

"I will get you out of this Ian, I will" Emma promised, her right hand grabbing onto his hand, to grab a hold of it.

"So, when did Lucy get back?" He questioned, cocking his head to the right. Emma could see the hint of a smirk laying beneath his frowning lips, and she didn't know how to take it.

She shrugged, exhaling. "I'm not sure" She responded, letting go of his hand in the process. "But, once I post your bail.. We're gonna go see her. I know where she's staying" She continued.

Ian's eyes widened, "Emma, I thought she was dead. I went to prison for her murder, for her disappearance, and you want me to go see her.. Are you fucking insane?!" He screamed at her in shock.

Emma laughed lightly, she didn't even act half offended. "I told you a million times Ian, Insane and I are just friends" She jested, causing Ian's lips to turn upwards, even for the slightest moment. "But, no, in all seriousness Ian.. This girl, she's mysterious." She told him, to which he nodded.

Ian couldn't even begin to describe the person that was Lucy Hale, she had many layers beneath her beautiful skin, some of them Ian hadn't even discovered. She was a great big question mark, and nobody knew exactly who she was, Ian didn't even think she did. Sometimes, she would be the sweetest person in the room, and then in the next minute, a cold person.. She could ice you out with her eyes, and make you wish half the time you were dead. But, Ian loved her, and that's how fucked up his concious was, let alone his brain.

Emma brought Ian out of his thoughts by the sound of her chair scooting back. Ian found her at the front of the hard metal door.

"Where are you going?" He asked her, they hadn't even finished their conversation, and she was running out on him? How more fucked up could his situation get? He felt like he was on a roller coaster, that only went up. He didn't wanna know what it would feel like once he finally got off of it.

Ian seen Emma gulp, and walk back slowly towards him. Hesitating for a moment, rubbing her neck, and then looking at him.

"I'm going to get your-" She cut herself off by clearing her throat and shaking her head, "I'll be back soon," before opening up the heavy metal door, and disappearing.

As soon as Emma left, Ian let out a frustrated scream he didn't know he was holding in.


"How far along do you think you are?" James asked Lucy, they were now sitting on the couch in her living room, Ian wasn't set to arrive home until a little after 7:30PM, so she was in the clear until then.

Lucy looked at James, as she got up off her place on the couch, and walked into the kitchen, shrugging her shoulders. "I haven't been to the doctor, yet.. Maybe I'm not" She responded back, before rummagining through her kitchen cabinets, and pulling out a white mug. Before returning it to its originally place, she sighed "All I know is the thought of coffee makes me wanna vomit" She told him, walking back into the living room, and taking her place next to him.

"Ian's?" He asked her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

She looked up at him, wanting nothing more than to rip herself away from him, popping her lips, before finally nodding smiling slightly, "The one and only" She responded, much to his dismay.

He finally smiled back at her, "I thought maybe there was a possibility of me" He confessed, causing Lucy's face to turn a ghostly white. She thought about the dates, the night of the-

Shit.


Were you expecting that? Sorry once again for the short update, but there's a lot of backstory, and I figured it would be better to split it up between short chapters, then one long one. Reviews, Suggestions, and theories are much appreciated. Thank you for your continued support. I do appreciate it.