Title: I want it all.
Summary: -
Authors Note: *hugs you all* Thank you! I apologize for the lack of spoby at the moment and the huge amount of Alison but I can't skip straight into Alison\Toby\Spencer without explaining everything first and there are mysterious involved with this. Follow me at: daaisybuchanan on twitter for snippets, my updates will become less frequent. (or just check it out if your feeling curious, I might of posted something to do with this because otherwise my annoying updates about my feels and life will annoy you.)
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11TH OF NOVEMBER 2OO9
"Are you going to tell me anything?" Alison asks, her words are laced with poison and something Courtney detects as fear.
Courtney smirks as she slides her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. She watches Alison, who is curled up in a ball on her bed. She feels almost sorry for the poor girl until she remembers what the bitch had done to her, had taken away from her.
"What do you want to know?" Courtney asks innocently, a bat of her eyelashes, a swish of her hair. She's perfected the art of being Alison DiLaurentis.
"Why does someone want to kill me? Why did someone try to kill me? Who tried to kill me?" Alison asks without hesitation, her voice rising with each question. She sits up, eyes full of rage, full of fury.
"One question at a time," Courtney breathes, flicking the T.V. off and pulling a chair up beside her twin sisters bed. She taps the bottom of her chin with her fingers, thinking over all the answers she could give to the questions.
"Start with who," Alison barks.
"Melissa Hastings." Courtney replies, she watches as Alison frowns, racks her brain as to why her best friend's sister would want to kill her. Before Alison can even open her mouth to ask why, Courtney is spilling out the details.
"You're having an affair with her boyfriend, she envies you and she's not exactly the most sane person on the planet." Courtney reveals.
Silence takes over, enveloping the room.
"When can I get out of here?" Alison asks quietly after some time has passed. Courtney shrugs her shoulders and stands up stretching her limbs which have become stiff.
"Who knows?"
You know, Alison thinks silently, but for someone reason you aren't telling me.
PRESENT
Her heart is racing, beating faster than it ever has before, she can see him, can feel him.
She's so close to having him back.
Her fingers have knotted themselves in his hair, her lips are pressed against his, her hands are sliding underneath his shirt.
She has him. He's her. She's his.
It's the way it's meant to be, the two of them belong together.
Forever and always. Always and forever.
"I love you," He breathes.
Oh, how she's longed to hear those words flow out of his mouth.
"I love you more." She states as she attaches their lips together once again.
She's always loved him, from the moment she had first laid eyes on him.
She remembers that day as clear as crystals are.
("I'm Alison," Five years old and she's the only one who isn't afraid of the cooties that boys hold. The boy in front of her grins at her shyly. "I'm Toby." He's the cutest boy she's ever seen, he's cuter than Jason's friends. "Do you wanna play with me?" She asks, her hand gesturing to the set of swings and the slides behind her. He nods his head as he follows her towards the swings.)
And then her eyes are fluttering open and reality is setting in.
It's just a dream, one where her imagination was allowed to run wild and where she was tricked into believing that she can always get what she wants. She looks at the time on her phone and groans, she was meant to be at Spencer's half an hour ago. Her feet land on her bedroom floor with a soft thud and she quickly slips a pair of boots onto her feet and then runs off to Spencer's house.
Emily had mentioned in passing that Toby was going to be there.
Everyone was going to be there, Aria had corrected.
Because everyone included Alison and Mona, it included Caleb and Toby and Paige, it included the girls.
Alison wasn't apart of the latter group anymore, her name had been separated when she was being spoken about.
Her fingers curl into a fist as she knocks on the front door lightly.
To her surprise it's Toby who answers, a frown set on his face.
The first thing she thinks is that he's changed.
The second thing she thinks is that she probably looks like a love struck fool.
The third thing she thinks is that he looks less than happy to see her.
"Great! You finally made it," She hears Spencer's voice from inside, the blonde steps inside, pushing past Toby.
And Alison, she doesn't miss the hint of venom in Spencer's voice.
"Ali, we need to know what happened while you were playing dead." Aria states, it's not even a question. There's no "Will you tell us?", it's a "You have to tell us."
She hasn't really been able to tear her eyes away from Spencer and Toby all night, the two of them have been sitting side by side, hands intertwined and smiles on their faces.
"I already told you everything," Alison replies nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as she raises an apple to her lips and takes a bite out of it.
"If there's anything you left out, we have to know about it." Hanna states firmly, arms crossed against her chest, eyebrow cocked in the air.
Hanna had changed.
And not just physically.
They all had because the only one who would of ever dreamed of standing about to Alison was Spencer.
"I didn't leave anything out," It's too silent for her liking and her eyes have betrayed her once again.
(She made a promise not to look at Toby. Not to look at Spencer. Not to look at Toby and Spencer together.)
She wants to know when she got this weak, she decides that she doesn't really want to know. She doesn't want to think about being weak and her name in the same sentence.
"What does this 'A' person have on all of you anyway?" Alison asks curiously, she leans forward, eager for the next bit of gossip.
"Because telling another person would be a smart idea," It's the first time Paige had spoken since Alison had arrived. The blonde directs her attention to her, pigskin wants to voice her thoughts huh?
"Who's to say you aren't apart of this team," Alison sneers, her eyes quickly darting over to Mona and then landing on Toby before settling back on Paige. "It seems that everyone here has someone they care about on this little 'A' team and you're close with Emily right? She is after all your girlfriend." Alison states, leaning back proudly, she lets her body sink into the cushions.
"That's enough." Spencer snaps quietly, she rises up out of her seat and shoots Alison a pointed look.
"You've been gone and while you were gone, we've all been put through hell. We need your help because A seems to have a slight obsession with you. Didn't you receive A's messages before any of us? So stop being a bitch and help us." Spencer orders, the brunette falls back down onto the couch, her eyes never leaving Alison.
"Well it would help if I knew what 'A' has on you," Alison points out with a small roll of her eyes.
"We don't know what she has on us Alison!" Hanna exclaims, shaking her head. A could have anything on them, real or fake.
"That's helpful," Alison comments dryly. "But, I really don't have anything that could help." She adds after a second, her voice softer. She wants to help, she really does. That bitch had destroyed her from the inside out when she was still "alive." or still in Rosewood.
"I think I know who else could be on the team," Mona says, breaking the heavy silence that had engulfed the room. She pulls her laptop from out of her bag, she had managed to get a few of her files back after she had watched them vanish before her eyes.
"I was recruited after your death Alison. I don't know who I was working for, I just knew that she was in charge and that she hated you. I recruited Lucas and Toby and," She pauses, eyes dropping to the floor, her upper row of teeth sinking into her lower lip softly. "Ezra."
A bomb goes off with the last name.
Chaos erupts.
All hell breaks loose.
And everything burns to the ground.
"What?" The words escape from Aria's mouth, tears build in her eyes as she jumps up.
"You're lying!" Aria exclaims, shaking her head, refusing to believe the truth. Mona looks guiltily at the ground.
"I'm not; I wanted to tell you sooner but," She trails off, trying to find confidence within her somewhere. She had withheld the last piece of information due to the fact that she didn't want to get thrown out of the group. Hanna and her were starting to rebuild their friendship, not fake shopping trips but an actual friendship. "I didn't want you to get hurt and I didn't want to lose Hanna." The first part is only half a lie, even though she detested the girls with everything she had, she didn't want them to get hurt. Not again, she had come to liking them slightly these past months. They weren't like what she thought they were.
Aria falls quiet, the tears pouring down her face. Spencer's hugging her within minutes, leading her up to her room.
"I guess your girlfriend knows what it feels like to have their significant other betray them," Alison quips. Hanna and Emily shoot Alison a glare before running up to Spencer's room to console Aria. The four of them didn't all believe Mona but they also had a feeling that she wasn't lying either.
And then without another word Alison is walking up the stairs to Spencer's bedroom. She doesn't even know why, she barely knows anything about this Ezra. But she does know four things.
One, Aria is one of her best friends.
Two, Aria loves Ezra.
Three, this information has crushed Aria's soul.
Four, just because Aria and her aren't close (not anymore, you can't really be close with anyone once you've come back from the dead.) doesn't mean she can't be there for her.
But,
Alison's never been good at being there for people. Being good at snide comments and blackmail? Check, but being there for someone? Supporting them? Making them feel better? She's awful at it.
But.
She can try. She can try and be better.
She waltzes straight into the room only to see Aria curled up in a ball on Spencer's bed, crying her eyes out. With Spencer, Hanna and Emily all consoling her. Alison's hardly ever felt out of place but she feels out of place right in this moment. She had been gone for more than two years. She never imagined that she would of been gone for so long when she had agreed to stay undercover. She had missed out on so much and if she had just stayed in Rosewood she could of prevented so much.
Like Toby falling in love with Spencer.
Like Spencer falling in love with Toby.
She's so ready to walk out of the door but she reminds herself that she has to be better. So she takes a step forward, towards Aria and strokes her hair lightly.
"It'll be alright. That bitch Mona is probably lying to you," She mumbles, trying to find the right words in her mind to make Aria feel better. This was new territory for Alison. New territory made her weak. She decides that she doesn't like new territory, she likes familiarity.
"But," Aria chokes, a small hiccup escaping out of her baby pink coated lips, "what if she isn't? It's possible, she could of blackmailed him. He could of," more tears escape from Aria's eyes and she hastily wipes them away, "he could of joined. He could of been hurting me."
"Aria, he could of also been trying to protect you." Spencer states softly, brushing her friend's hair back.
"And Alison's right, Mona could be lying." Emily offers, it wouldn't be the first time, she thinks bitterly.
"Guys, I don't think Mona's lying," Emily shoots a small glare at her, "What?" She replies clueless. Her eyes fall on Aria's curled body and her eyes go soft and her mouth falls into a frown.
"I'm sorry," She mumbles.
And everything is different.
(Because they've all grown closer without her.)
Alison walks forward towards Aria nervously but she doesn't show it, she looks all confidence.
"You can't mope forever. Aren't the two of you not together?" Alison asks, cocking an eyebrow. Because, she can't ever let go of her bitch face. That would open up rumors and whispers about her being weak. Aria wipes tears away from her face with the back of her sleeve, looking at Alison through wet eyelashes.
"How have I only just noticed what an insensitive bitch you are?" Aria snaps.
The whole world freezes.
Because nobody (not even Spencer) had talked to Alison that way.
Alison recoils as if she has been slapped on the face, or buried alive.
Which has, you know, happened.
And the blonde runs as fast as she can out of the house, where she's met with a mob of reporters.
Even at this hour.
She rushes up to her own room and buries herself underneath the covers because Aria's word had stung.
Spencer lightly creeps down the stairs and into her kitchen long after everyone has gone home and just after Aria has fallen asleep. She smiles at Toby, surprised that he had still stayed. He jumps up and follows her to the fridge, she pulls out a drink bottle full of water and brings it to her lips. She takes a small sip before placing it on the counter.
She wraps her arms around Toby's neck and presses her lips gently against his.
And it's bliss.
And it's contentment.
And it's happiness.
(Because through all odds they had made it out alive.)
"I love you, you know." Toby whispers, guilt lacing his every word.
Something that Spencer notices, and chooses to ignore.
Because it's probably just him feeling guilty about everything that he had put them through.
With his whole A debacle.
And with the sudden news of Ezra.
It would of brought back bad memories, right?
And so she re-attaches her lips to his.
Refusing to let go.
"I love you," She whispers back as she comes up for air.
There's a faint outline of a smile on his lips and a ghost of a smile on hers.
"I should go home." He states, pulling away from her.
"Stay." She orders, tugging on the end of his sleeve.
And he wants to stay.
He would give anything to stay.
But Aria is asleep upstairs.
And his run in with Alison has made him feel queasy.
And Spencer has school tomorrow.
And he feels so guilty.
(For everything. For A and for his unknown, hidden, troubled past with Alison.)
And so he leaves, parting with a crushing hug and searing kiss.
A\N: Sorry, everything has been moving sort of fast, hasn't it? There's about a weeks difference between the first and second chapter (or prolouge and first chapter i guess). Uh, these are really easy to write. So quick updates, I guess? They'll be less frequent as time goes on.