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On December 17th, Rollins left that morning just like he had planned. At eleven AM that Sunday, his suitcase was in the front hallway along with his laptop bag waiting to leave. Rollins was moving through the house, grabbing last minute items such as his phone charger and headphones for the plane ride to Vancouver.

"Alison have you seen my passport?" Rollins asked, coming into their master bathroom where Alison was doing her makeup.

"Nope, not my job to keep track of it." she replied, as she applied mascara to her left eye. "It's probably in the drawer where we keep the important papers."

Things between them were still a bit tense since that night a week or so ago. Rollins had returned home that next morning hungover and in a bad mood. He called out sick from work and stayed in their bed all day, not talking to Alison. But it wasn't like she tried, she was exhausted from talking to Emily and upset that he left in the first place.

Alison had to drive Rollins to the airport that day, and it was going to be a long drive due to the tension between them. She wasn't really looking forward to it, but she was looking forward to having the house to herself for five days. She had already spent a good twenty minutes that morning daydreaming of just relaxing in their bathtub.

When she was done doing her makeup and was satisfied with her appearance, she closed up her makeup bag and made her way downstairs where Rollins was tying up his shoes. Alison stood in the doorway, waiting for him to finish.

"So my flight boards at 1:30, and we stop in Denver. After that I'll get to Vancouver at around 6pm your time." Rollins said, picking up his suitcase. "Shall we go?"

"Yup, just was waiting on you." Alison said, opening their front door.

It was snowing lightly again. Once it started snowing that weekend after Thanksgiving, it never seemed to stop. There was already about a foot of snow on the ground, and the weatherman always talked about how there probably wasn't going to be school. He was wrong most of the time, usually it was just a delay or the roads were cleared up fast enough. During the end of the week, they were supposed to get a huge snow storm, but it was up in the air. If they did, Alison's flight would most likely be cancelled.

Like Alison predicted, the car ride was silent besides the Christmas music playing in the background. Alison's mind was elsewhere, more focused on what she was going to get people for Christmas and more importantly what she was going to get Emily. She was very into thinking of the perfect gift for Emily, more than finding one for Cece or even her husband. She didn't know what it was that made it so satisfying.

An hour or so later, Alison pulled up to the front of the airport behind a few other cars dropping off people. Many of the cars were families, trying to get their children together while they unloaded their minivans. When Alison was younger, she vowed never to be one of "those" parents, or even a parent at all. If anything, she'd only have one kid just so she didn't become one of the moms who had a minivan or watched talk shows all day. Her husband was fidgeting in his seat next to her, one of his hands was tapping the side of his seat quickly and he was looking around for the name of the company whose flight he would be taking.

"Air Canada, right there." Rollins said, pointing to the sign.

Alison saw it too, and pulled up in an open space in front of the doors. They both got out, Rollins went into the backseat and grabbed his computer bag while Alison went into the trunk to pull out his suitcase. His suitcase was heavy, but that was what was expected since he was going to be gone for about two weeks. She set it down on the ground, and closed the trunk as her husband came around the back of the car.

"I'll see you on Friday?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her quickly.

"Yeah, Friday." Alison nodded, though secretly she was dreading going.

"Let's hope that storm blows over so that you're not stuck here. Spending Christmas here alone seems like it would suck." Rollins said, his breath fogging in front of Alison's face as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well we'll see." Alison said. "You should probably get going."

"I probably should. See you soon." Rollins said, grabbing his suitcase and kissing Alison one last time.

She watched him briefly until he walked inside the sliding doors, before turning around and getting back in her car. She didn't sigh in relief truly until she had completely left the airport, happy to have a small vacation from her husband before having an actual vacation. Alison didn't know if she should call it that though, since it wouldn't be much of one for her. Spending time with his family wasn't usually her favorite way to spend Christmas, but her family wasn't much better either. But at least when she spent holidays with her family, she had CeCe to at least prevent her from going insane.

Alison was in such a good mood in fact, she was dramatically singing along to the Christmas music playing in her car. She was pretty sure everyone that looked over while on the highway thought she was absolutely nuts the way she was singing along. She herself thought she was nuts, this was definitely something she wouldn't normally do.

When she was getting close to being back in Rosewood, she hit the talk button on her car. The music immediately stopped and her car made a beeping sound.

"Call Emily Fields." she said. Her car made another beep afterward.

Emily picked up after three rings, her voice raspy. Alison probably had woken her up from sleeping.

"Hello?" Emily asked, her voice ringing in the car.

"Hey chica, you know it's past eleven. You should be awake by now." Alison laughed slightly. She smiled wider when she heard Emily's breathy laugh fill the car.

"I went to bed at two last night. Toby and I went to an Eagles game." Emily said.

"Wow, Rollins would be so jealous of you if he heard that." Alison said. "How was it?"

"It was good. I'm not a big fan of football but his dad got us really good seats and I could sort of follow along. Toby had to explain a lot of it to me though, and he kept trying to set me up with this girl who's from Ravenswood." Emily explained. Alison frowned upon hearing Emily's words.

"Who was it?" she asked, her grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"Just some girl named Sara. I gave her my number. She's really nice honestly, she and Toby were talking a lot about the game." Emily said, yawning over the phone.

"Are you guys going to date or something?" Alison asked.

"Not sure. She's nice enough, maybe we'll go out and talk or something." Emily said. "Everything is up in the air really."

"Ok...so I was calling about your plans for this evening. Rollins left and I have the house to myself. You should come over and I'll make you dinner and we'll watch a bunch of corny Christmas movies." Alison said, the thought getting her excited.

"Aw that actually sounds like so much fun." Emily sighed. "I actually have a Christmas party to go to tonight. I would skip it if it wasn't really important. The girls and I are doing secret Santa and I have to give Aria her present. We can do it another night."

"What nights are you free?" Alison asked.

"I'm free Thursday." Emily said, and Alison tapped the steering wheel with her thumbs.

"Thursday...I guess that can work. There's supposed to be a big snowstorm coming in on Thursday night, and I'm supposed to fly out to Vancouver Friday afternoon." Alison said.

"Oh yeah I forgot about that." Emily said, sounding more awake now. "Hopefully your flight isn't cancelled."

"I'm kind of hoping that it is honestly." Alison said. "Rollins's parents are a nightmare nine times out of ten."

"Well you'll have to tell me all about it Thursday night, or unless you don't want to do it." Emily said.

"No I think that'll work out."

"What should I bring?" Emily asked.

"Just your cute self. I'll provide everything. I could even get you that Mexican soda that's Sangria flavored so you can pretend you're drinking alcohol." Alison laughed.

"Wow, you're the best. See you Thursday."


On Thursday evening, Alison was making her grandma's famous chicken pot pie. She sang along slightly to the Christmas music as she chopped carrots up. It was the last night that Alison had the house to herself, and to say she was enjoying herself was an understatement. It was just her and Pepe, and that was enough for her. She glanced over at the mail on the kitchen island next to her. On it was the letter from her first book's publisher, a letter her husband failed to notice even though she made it obvious. Next to it now was a "Save the Date" invitation for Caleb Rivers and Hanna Marin. Alison was surprised that she (and guest) were invited. She didn't invite them to her wedding, probably because her wedding was in the Galapagos. Maybe Emily had something to do with her wedding invitation.

The "Save the Date" card had a cute photo of Caleb and Hanna. It was black and white photo of them, backs turned to the camera. They were sitting down on the ground outside, their yellow Labrador named Captain was next to Caleb with his back to the camera as well. There was a lake in the background of the photo, and Caleb had his head turned and was kissing Hanna's cheek. "Hanna Marin & Caleb Rivers, May 1st, 2018. Formal invitation to follow."

There was a knock on the door that snapped Ali from her thoughts. She set down her knife on the cutting board as Pepe rose from his spot. He barked and walked slowly towards the front door, Alison passed him in two easy strides. She opened the door, and on the other side stood Emily in a warm black coat, holding a pie in her arms. How she was balancing on her crutches and still holding a pie was a mystery to Alison.

"Hey." Emily smiled warmly, her mom pulling out of the driveway in her car as Ali let Emily in. "I've brought Olivia's pumpkin pie."

"Olivia made this?" Alison asked, taking the pie from Emily's hands.

"Yup, she dropped becoming a writer and wants to become a baker now." Emily said, leaning her crutches on the door as she took off her coat.

Alison went back into the kitchen and finished the two small pies, before sticking them in the oven. Emily crutched in once she took off her shoes, and Alison was able to see what she was wearing under her coat.

"Merry Christmas ya filthy animal?" Alison read Emily's sweater which had sewn into it the same words she just read.

"My favorite Christmas sweater." Emily smiled, as she leaned against the counter.

"Classic. I want one of those really badly now." Alison laughed. "Would you like some of your Sangria soda that I bought you?"

"You actually found it?" Emily chuckled watching Ali as she went into the fridge.

"I went to about eight different supermarkets but yes, I found it." Ali said, opening the seal of the soda. It made a hissing sound, and the soda contents bubbled inside the bottle. To make it more realistic, Ali poured the soda into a wine glass.

"How's your husband doing at his parents?" Emily asked, sipping her soda as Ali poured herself a glass of red wine.

"I think he's good. I've barely talked to him since he's been there. They've either been keeping him busy or he just doesn't want to talk to me." Ali said. "Would you like to sit in the living room while we wait?"

Emily followed Ali into the living room without saying a word in protest, Pepe came close behind after. Emily fell onto the couch, grunting as she prevented her leg from hitting the seat.

"We should definitely watch Christmas movies." Alison suggested, smirking as she grabbed the controller for the TV.

"Christmas movies like…?" Emily asked.

"Home Alone, or Elf. Or both." Alison suggested. "I honestly haven't watched either in years. Rollins was never into Christmas movies and I didn't want to watch them alone."

Alison turned to see Emily watching her quietly. It was as if she observing Ali, and she smiled slightly when Ali caught her looking.

"What?" Ali asked, a smile forming on her lips as well.

"Nothing. I just haven't met someone who loves the whole Christmas thing as much as I do." Emily admitted, smiling wider.

"Well, you're going to get a run for your money then." Alison winked. "Elf or Home Alone?"

"I'll let you decide." Emily said, scratching behind Pepe's ears as she broke eye contact with Ali.

"Elf it is then. If we have time later we can watch Home Alone." Ali said, turning it on and leaning back onto the sofa.

The pair fell into comfortable silence as the movie began, appreciating the mere presence of each other. Emily was warm, Ali could feel it from where she sat right next to her. Emily always seemed to be really warm, as if she was her own personal heater. She inched closer to Emily, trying to make sure that she wouldn't be noticed as she did so. Emily's eyes remained on the screen, Ali's movements seemed to go unnoticed by her.

Pepe noticed however. He lifted his head off of the ground and watched Ali, tilting his head. She immediately stopped her movements, Emily would surely notice she was closer to her now. For some reason, Ali wanted to get close to her. Maybe it was Emily's warmth that radiated off her body, she was feeling a bit cold after all. Maybe Emily just smelt really good. Whatever it was, being as close as she could to Emily seemed like her priority.

Feeling a bit bolder, she leaned to the left and was able to place her head on Emily's stomach. Emily didn't even move a fraction of an inch from where she laid on the couch. Ali could feel Emily's stomach go up and down every time she took a breath.

Without saying a word, Emily placed her arm lazily on Ali's side. Her arm was warm, just like the rest of her body. Ali felt pretty comfortable in that position, happy that Emily didn't find what she was doing weird.

"Cold?" Emily asked, barely above a whisper. Ali looked up, Emily's eyes were still glued to the screen.

"Do you mind?" Ali asked.

Emily shook her head and frowned slightly, "Not at all. Hanna used to do this all the time."

Hanna did this? No wonder Emily was unaffected, not that Alison cared.

About twenty minutes into the movie, the oven timer went off into the kitchen. Alison had become too engrossed with the movie to realize, and it was Emily who had to nudge her.

"Hey, I think the food's done." Emily said, moving her leg slightly to get Ali's attention.

"Oh shit, you're right." Ali realized, using her hand to push off of Emily so that she could sit up.

Emily gasped in pain and a small cry left her lips, as she pushed Ali's hand off of her. Without realizing, Ali had used Emily's left leg to sit up properly, totally forgetting that her leg was broken.

"Oh my God Emily, I'm so sorry!" Ali gasped, guilt springing to her voice and stomach.

"It's fine." Emily grunted, though her eyes were watering. "Just go before the food burns."

"I feel awful." Ali said, standing up but not retreating from her spot.

"Just go." Emily waved her off.

Ali left the living room, and made her way back towards the kitchen. She quickly turned off the oven and the timer that continued to beep. Peering in, she saw the chicken pot pies were cooked to perfection, and looked just like how her grandma used to make during Christmas.

She was a bit nervous on what Emily would think of the food, she hadn't made chicken pot pie in a while since her husband wasn't a fan. She bit her lip tightly as she placed both pies on separate plates for each of them. They looked good, they smelled good, but what if they didn't taste good? What if she put way too much salt and not enough chicken in?

Her nervous thoughts continued as she brought the plates into the living room where Emily was watching Elf. She didn't look in pain anymore, or at least not as bad. She laughed slightly when Buddy the Elf started pouring syrup all over his spaghetti.

"Here, I have dinner." Ali said, putting a plate down in front of Emily on the coffee table.

Emily looked at the food then smiled up at her, "I didn't know how hungry I was until I smelled this just now," Emily said, although it didn't make her any less nervous. Emily noticed, and quickly added, "It looks great Ali, thank you," Emily reassured, making Ali smile back at her.

"Let's hope it tastes as good as you say it looks Em, I haven't done this in a while," Alison admitted.

As Emily was about to reply, Alison burst into laughter as Buddy the Elf decorated Macy's for the arrival of Santa. In her fit of laughter, Alison looked over at Emily, who was looking at her.

"What are you staring at?" she asked Emily, her laughter dying out as she became self-conscious.

"Nothing, I just like your laugh." Emily answered smoothly.

Ali rolled her eyes slightly and smiled, taking a bite of the chicken pot pie before looking back at the movie.

"Okay, I'm not the one to brag anymore but this chicken pot pie is amazing." Ali said, feeling relieved over the correct taste of the chicken pot pie.

"So what are you doing for Christmas with your husband?" Emily asked, with a mouthful of food.

"Um, not really sure. It's usually pretty boring honestly. His niece's and nephew's are okay, but they're young enough that I can't have a stimulating conversation with them. His family is okay, but they have the same personality traits as peacocks, pretty stuck up." Ali said.

"Lame." Emily said. "Guess you married the wrong guy."

Ali's eyes shot up to look at Emily, but Emily was looking casually at her food. Of course she only meant it jokingly, or did she?

"So, what about you?" Alison asked. "What are you doing for your Christmas?"

"Probably nothing special. This is my first Christmas back at home since when I was a senior. I'm pretty excited, though nothing major will happen." Emily said. "I forgot how much I missed everything over here."

"I never asked, are you thinking of rejoining the army once your leg heals?" Alison asked curiously.

"I mean, I probably won't be able to be a combat medic anymore...there's a good chance that I won't be able to run or do things that I used to be able to do." Emily said. "If anything, they'll either make me do something else that doesn't involve going into combat, or they'll retire me. It all depends on my recovery."

"Do you want to retire?" Alison asked abruptly.

Emily thought about it for a moment, and bit her lip. "I-I don't know honestly. I...I don't know."

The pair continued to eat in silence, watching the movie and laughing whenever something funny happened on the screen. Alison's nerves dissipated as they ate, growing into a comfortable silence with Emily. The moments they shared like this were nice, she felt like she didn't need to keep a conversation going or to try to be perfect. She felt mellow, and relaxed.

By around ten-thirty, the food was mostly gone and the movie was over. Emily's was dozing off on Ali's shoulder, her eyes barely open in the dark room. Her breathing was becoming deeper, and Ali laughed as she could hear a faint snoring coming from Emily's nose.

"Hey, mermaid." Ali said, nudging Emily awake. Emily lifted her head, almost colliding with Ali's nose. "The movie's over."

"It is?" Emily yawned slightly. "Wow, I'm so sorry for falling asleep."

Ali laughed mildly, picking up the empty dishes on the coffee table. "It's totally fine, Em." she said.

"I should probably call my mom then." Emily said, lifting herself up slightly to pull out her phone.

Ali stopped in the doorway to the living room, and turned around. "No, you don't have to do that." she said, shaking her head.

"Huh?"

"You're tired, it's pretty late. Are you sure you don't want to just crash here?" Ali asked.

"Are you sure? Don't feel obligated to have me stay at your house." Emily said.

"No, no. I want you here. It's been kind of lonely with just me and Pepe." Ali said. "Let me just go take care of these dishes, we can watch Home Alone upstairs in my room."


"Wow, nice room." Emily said, when she walked into Alison and Rollin's shared bedroom.

Alison didn't respond as she crossed the room to her closet. It wasn't that her room wasn't nice, she just didn't know how to respond. Everything in their room was highend, per her husband's request, but really didn't show any of the character Alison would've liked to a bedroom. The bed spread was white, the furniture also white. The walls were a navy blue, which was the only color in the room besides their clothes.

"I'm guessing you need some PJ's?" Alison asked, walking into her closet.

"Yeah, it's pretty uncomfortable to sleep in jeans." Emily admitted, as Ali grabbed a Rosewood Sharks t-shirt and black cloth shorts for Emily. She grabbed herself pajamas as well, before exiting the closet and back into her bedroom.

"Here, these should be good." Alison said, tossing the shirt and shorts at Emily casually. Emily caught them, almost dropping her crutches from under her arms in the process.

Throwing her own pajamas on her side of her and Rollin's bed, Ali grabbed her shirt and turned her back to Emily, lifting it over her head to begin getting changed. She unsnapped and shrugged out of her bra just as quickly, finally able to be in extremely comfortable clothes. She glanced at Emily in the mirror by her closet, only to see Emily glancing at her back. A slight tingling sensation filled Alison upon seeing Emily look at her.

She pulled her t-shirt on, and quickly shed her jeans for fleece pajama pants. Emily took longer to get changed then Ali did, probably because she had to take off her leg brace and put it back on. As Emily changed, Ali worked on pulling up Home Alone on the TV that was on the wall near their bed. She tried her best not to turn around to look at Emily, it took all her effort to stay focused on setting up Home Alone.

"You can lay down you know." Ali said, tapping Rollin's side of the bed with the base of her hand.

Emily stared at the spot, rooted to where she stood.

"Em?"

"I actually think I should get going." Emily said suddenly, walking awkwardly across the room to grab her crutches and clothes.

"Hey hey, wait. Where are you going?" Ali asked, stepping in front of Emily to stop her.

"I don't know, I just don't think it's a good idea for me to stay." Emily shrugged, her eyes downcasted to the floor to avoid Ali's.

"Why not?" Ali asked, trying to follow Emily's eyes so that she could catch them. "Emily, tell me what's wrong."

Emily looked up, but her eyes remained on Ali's neck at the most. They didn't dare go higher to look Ali straight on.

"Ali, why do you let other people treat you like shit?" Emily asked.

"What?" Alison asked, her heart dropping.

"You let your husband walk all over you, and it makes me mad. Not at you, not at him. Just in general, people don't get what they deserve. There's a burning pain for what we deserve, but no one seems to get it. Life isn't fair like that." Emily said. "And you let Rollins treat you like shit, when you deserve so much more. It's saddening and frustrating knowing that you really could have it all."

Emily looked up, her dark brown eyes piercing Ali's as she searched for an emotion on Ali's straight face. Ali's lips parted slightly, unable to form a sentence to say in response. Emily's breathing was slight, as if she was holding her breath in anticipation. She glanced at Emily's lips, which were slightly chapped and dry. She looked back up at Emily's eyes, which were screaming in anticipation.

Instead of responding verbally, something snapped inside Alison. Ever since Ali and Emily had reunited, there was something inside Alison that was almost like a rubberband. It was being stretched over the course of Emily's time back in Rosewood, to a point where the tension was becoming too great. And tonight, the rubberband had snapped.

Alison quickly stepped forward, and placed a hand on the back of Emily's neck. She pulled forcefully on Emily's neck, causing Emily to lower her head as Alison harshly trapped Emily's bottom lip between her own. She bit her lip slightly and pulled Emily towards her until she was pressed against her body, doing all of this before Emily.

Something in Emily seemed to have snapped too, and once she registered what was happening, she was kissing Alison back with as much force and hunger as Ali. Ali's other hand went up to Emily's face, cupping it slightly as teeth hit against one another and tongues met.

Emily was the first person that Alison had kissed in over four years, and it was different. New. Emily's lips were soft, hungry, and Alison didn't want to stop even if she had the will power too. There was a fire deep within her that needed a release, any release.

Emily pushed slightly, causing Alison to take a step backward. Emily continued pushing on Alison's until the backs of her legs had hit the bed. She allowed Emily to push her back onto the bed, lips never leaving each other's as she climbed on top of Ali. Emily grunted into Ali's mouth as she hit her braced leg against the bed, and favored her right leg as she balanced her weight on top of Ali.

Emily released Ali's lips quickly, both girls were winded and breathing heavily. Alison could feel her lips getting swollen, but before she could react, Emily's lips were on her neck. She wasn't just leaving kisses on her neck, she was practically eating her neck. Emily would nip slightly before quickly soothing the spot over with her tongue, then leave open mouthed kisses down her neck. It was a process that had Alison gripping Emily's hair with one hand, as she trailed a hand under the back of Emily's shirt to touch bare skin.

It wasn't until Emily's hands slid down Alison's body and reached the waistband of her shorts that Alison really registered what was happening. She didn't protest, but Emily didn't advance anymore than leave her two pointer fingers tucked in the waistband. Emily pulled her lips away from Ali's, and pressed the bridge of her nose to Ali's. Their lips were a few centimeters away, breathing each other's air.

"Are you ok?" Emily asked, tugging ever so slightly on Ali's waistband.

Ali nodded, trying to catch her breath and respond, but her head was swimming.

"Yeah, keep going." she mumbled breathlessly.

"Yeah?" Emily whispered.

"Yeah."


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