"Miss DiLaurentis, would you do me a favor and follow me? I have some things I need to discuss with you," Dr. Kingston said, approaching Alison as she dumped her leftover dinner into the trash.

Alison finished unloading her tray, before turning around to look at the doctor. He had his hands in his lab coat pocket, and was looking directly at her. Alison looked past him, and towards the table she and the girls were sitting at. She noticed Emily looking in her direction, intrigued by the fact Dr. Kingston was talking to her. Alison shot her a comforting look, letting her know that she could handle the situation. She knew if she hadn't, Emily would've been rushing over to her aide.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure we can talk about it here," Alison said, crossing her arms.

Dr. Kingston swallowed thickly, "What's going to an empty room? If overheard, this information may startle some of those around us. I thought you trusted me?"

"Well, with what's happen in the past month you'd have to understand where I'm coming from when I say that I don't," Alison said.

Wren sighed, "Alright, well I just came to inform you that they investigated Dr. Rollins motive and-"

"I thought I told you what he told me, that was motive enough wasn't it?" Alison asked.

"Yes, but there's more," he explained, his eyes darting around to make sure no one was in earshot.

"Go on."

"There's an extremist group that has been rising up lately called The A Team. The government has been doing a good job of keeping the general public unaware, but it seems to be that they've been gaining a lot of ground and supporters. They're full of hackers, savages, those who want to make change and think the way to do that is by establishing fear between everyone," Wren explained, not even taking a breath before continuing. "They want you because they know if they have you, you'll be their superweapon. Not only will you be used to spread their propaganda, but they'll use you to win their war."

"So, originally they thought it was Emily? Why?" Alison asked. "She's showed no ability to do anything other than her aquatic powers."

Wren sighed, "It's complicated. The A Team wanted to know who it was, and were getting rather threatening with their demands. I had to say something, even though I knew it wasn't her."

"Wait, it was you who told them it was Emily? Is that why she was drugged out of her mind 24/7?" Alison asked, her voice raising. Dr. Kingston shushed her quickly, not wanting people to hear.

"Let me explain," he hissed. "I told Dr. Rollins that the supreme was someone who had shown extraordinary capabilities for not only combat, but their unique power. Emily has shown she could do that since she was born, despite not showing any other powers. He began to inject her with other things that would try to stimulate her other abilities."

"Was it addicting? Is that why she had to go through that withdrawal?" Alison asked. "That was hell for her."

"When he realized she wasn't the supreme, he stopped injecting her with whatever stimulus he had been. The A Team only wanted to supreme, they didn't want Emily even if she was useful for them. So, he thought it'd be better to eliminate her or weaken her since she was the strongest one out of all of you. He'd increase the dosage until she would OD and die," Wren explained. "He told Emily that he could cure her, make her what she always wanted to be. Not part fish, a human. A normal human, who didn't have to worry about getting caught in the rain, or sleeping in the bottom of a pool."

Alison sighed, and looked over at Emily. She was laughing at something Hanna said, and ate another piece of her clementine. She thankfully had been eating over the past few days since Sunday, recovering more and more each day. Being in the water really seemed to help her. Her heart hurt a little upon hearing what Wren told her. Did Emily really hate her mermaid form as much as he said? To a point that she wanted to be normal? Emily had never experienced life as she had, with a family and school to go to. She had to be kept under close supervision and away from the public because of how easily she could turn.

To Alison, she personally thought Emily was gorgeous even with a full body of scales. Did Emily find it ugly? Even the gills weren't something Alison thought were ugly looking, and they heaved heavily whenever Emily surfaced from the water.

"Well, thank you for telling me," Alison said, turning back to Wren. "I think I can take care of myself."

Dr. Kingston grabbed her arm as she began to walk away, "Alison, you must understand this. Dr. Rollins will not be the last threat, they'll keep trying. They're gaining resources and more anger."

"Well, if they're coming for me I'll be ready. We all are, that's why we're being trained, aren't we? To fight America's war," Alison said, pulling her arm away hastily before walking back to their table to return to sit next to Emily.


Lorenzo had them doing the obstacle course, the dreaded and intense one that everyone loathed. It was designed to be done in pairs, and Alison had been paired up with Hanna. It included a rope wall, and bridge that moved even with the slightest touch. Alison quickly found out why no one liked it, as she struggled to cross the bridge without falling.

She and Aria approached a tall wall, which had no rope, foot holes, or ledge to use to climb up. How were they supposed to get around that? Alison looked at Aria, who was sizing up the wall. The end of the course was right on top of it, the large blue button to stop the clock was right there.

"Boost me up there," Aria said, not tearing her eyes away from the wall. "Here, give me a leg up."

"Are you sure?" Alison asked, out of breath from the amount they've had to run.

"Yes, now do it," Aria said, running backwards a few steps.

Alison held her hands together, making a foot hole for Aria. A few seconds later, Aria was running at her. She jumped, and put her foot in Alison's hands. Alison threw her upward, maybe a little too hard since Aria flew forward and fell heavily onto the ledge where the button was.

"Now how am I supposed to get up there?" Alison asked, looking around frantically.

"Run and try to climb up the wall. I'll catch you and pull you up," Aria said. "But step back, you're going to need a running jump."

Alison didn't second guess Aria, and did what she was told. She ran at the wall, and lifted her feet in attempts to climb up it. The momentum allowed her to take two steps, before she began to fell. She reached for Aria's hands, who were being held out to her as Aria laid flat on the ledge.

Alison was able to grab on with one hand, and felt Aria begin to pull her up. Next thing she knew, she was falling. Her hands slipped through Aria's grasp, and she had landed on her backside on the ground.

"Fuck!" Alison shouted in pain, wincing as she rubbed her back.

"Ali! I'm so sorry, I just lost my grip," Aria called, her arms still hanging over the ledge. "Try again."

"Make sure not to drop me this time," Alison spat angrily, but got up anyway.

"I promise!"

Alison thought of how she had seen Emily climb the side of a wall during the first week of arriving. She ran straight up the wall, instead of putting her feet to the side like Alison had done. Maybe that would give her more momentum, and help Aria pull her up the rest of the way.

Alison sprinted as fast as she could at the wall, and picked her feet up in order to try to run up the wall. She got three steps this time, and this time Aria grabbed onto her hands with a firmer grip. Alison's hands slipped again, but she caught herself on the ledge. The tips of her fingers were holding onto it, and she was able to pull herself up on her own thanks to her inherited strength.

"Well shit, you really do have super strength," Aria said, breathlessly. She got up quickly and hit the button on the wall, causing the timer in the corner of the room to stop ticking. Loud sirens were heard throughout the large training room, signaling that they had completed the obstacle course.

"Good job girls, eighteen minutes and sixteen seconds. Come on down and get some water, you've earned it," Lorenzo's voice said, replacing the sirens.

"Fuck that obstacle course," Alison said, jumping off the ledge.


"You have to turn off the safety," Ezra said, maybe for the tenth time.

"Oh, right," Alison said, hastily turning the pistol in her hand to the side. She flipped the safety off, and turned it back. She let out a hasty breath, and raised the pistol back towards the shooting target about thirty feet away. The bullet holes she made were all over the place, it was the first time she had shot a gun before. Ezra insisted she learn, since in sticky situations her abilities may not always come of aid.

She had to restrain herself from closing her eyes whenever she pulled the trigger, and she fumbled often when she reloaded the gun. Her hands were shaking from the adrenaline, but she wasn't a quitter...even though she wanted to stop. Yet there was still an exhilaration to it, being able to pull the trigger where she was standing and kill something a few feet away.

"Do you need a break?" Ezra asked, noticing her shaking hands. "I brought some water bottles, maybe that will help."

"No I want to keep going," Alison said, waving him off. Her hair was pulled in a fishtail braid behind her, and the plastic glasses on her face were tightly secured behind her ears.

Ezra sighed, but didn't argue. He walked over and placed two more magazines on the table in front of her. The magazines were full of the bullets she had been shooting, and she lost count of how many she had shot.

She steadily squeezed the trigger, and the gun made a loud noise. She had been aiming for the heart of the target. It hit the target's lower abdomen, not really where Alison wanted it to hit. She groaned in frustration, and fired three more consecutive bullets to take out her anger. The bullets didn't even hit the target this time, and Alison heard Ezra step forward.

"Alison, Alison, that's enough," Ezra said, as Alison shot two more bullets in anger.

Alison threw the gun down on the table, and saw Ezra dive to the ground and make a loud noise. She looked at him, and saw him angrily looking up at her.

"The safety!" he yelled. "You can't just throw a gun down like that, what if it went off?!"

"Sorry," Alison mumbled. "Maybe I should stop."

She walked away from the gun, her anger still fuming in her chest. Maybe easing into the use of the gun was a good idea, as it seemed to fire her up way more than it would for other people. Ezra gave her a look, and nodded towards the water bottles near the door.

"Drink up," he said, as he picked up her gun. "You should probably stop by Dr. Kingston's office, get your shot."

Alison, who had been getting better at her power, held out her hand in the direction of one of the waters. Instead of one, both of them flew at her erratically. She caught one, but had to duck in order to dodge the second one which was coming for her head. It flew behind her, and hit the wall. Before she could even unscrew the cap of the water, she had walked out the door. She left Ezra behind to take care of her gun, and to pick up the water bottle.


Alison punched in the code at the door, and heard a beep accompanied by the click of the lock. She stared at the door for a moment, before deciding to open it. She pushed the heavy door, which allowed her access to the roof. A strong gust of wind hit her, which chilled her skin everywhere that the jumpsuit wasn't covering. It was early December, and the temperature was cooling quickly. It was nighttime now, and Alison could see her breath in front of her.

She looked around her, feeling out of place since she was at Noel's special spot. This was truly the last thing Noel left behind, as all his belongings had been taken out of his room. The significance of this spot, as well as the fact he probably spent countless nights up here.

Alison hit the breaker for the roof lights, which made things completely dark on the room and walked towards the middle. She sat down the concrete, and laid out to look at the stars. There weren't as bright tonight, but she could still see them nonetheless. It almost felt like Noel was lying next to her as she began to feel snow flurries hit her cheeks. They melted instantly, and a thought that didn't involve Noel filled her head. Had Emily ever played in the snow before? Maybe it was because she'd transform if the snow touched her skin. She wondered what other experiences Emily had missed out on, and if that was why she had such a bitter outlook on life.

Alison wrapped her arms around her body, and tried to stop pitying Emily for the life she lived. She knew Emily wouldn't want that, and instead pushed the thoughts of Emily away. This was an opportunity for her to relax, and be away from everyone. It's what Noel had used it for, and she might as well carry the tradition.

She thought about her homelife, and how her older brother Jason thought she was currently dead. How did he react when he heard that both of his parents and his little sister had died all on the same day? Jason had no other family, no one that he could call to grieve with really. She was pretty sure that he didn't have a girlfriend either, due to the fact he was a little awkward and antisocial. He was attractive though, thanks to her family's impeccable gene pool. At least that was a benefit.

He wasn't really close with Alison or their parents, but would he even grieve? Would he be sad he had no family left? Alison didn't want to think about it, since that would only make her feel worse about the current events of her life.

"You're a nasty one, Ali," Jason laughed, yet tossed her the keys to their dad's car. "He's totally going to notice that you took it."

"You're the one who took the keys," Alison smirked, and nodded her head towards him.

It was summer of 2015 and Alison was going into her junior year. She had just gotten her learner's permit, but was nowhere near having a license yet. This had happened a little over a year before she killed her parents, and Alison did not have a care in the world. The sky was her limit, and also the fact she didn't have a license or car.

"I wasn't a part of this," Jason said, pushing his long hair out of his face. He was trying to grow it out so that he could tie it back into a bun, moving to California and learning how to surf had definitely changed him.

"Alright then, but if I get into an accident I'm blaming you," Alison shot back. The brother who taught her how to fight stood before her at twenty-two. He graduated college, grew out his hair and a beard, and moved to the Venice Beach. He was pretty good at surfing, and Alison knew he wasn't using his degree that he got in college at all. He worked at a martial arts studio, see what happens when you live in California?

He had spent the past two weeks of July at the DiLaurentis household, stopping by to visit. Alison knew her mom did not like his haircut, or his beard and komodo dragon tattoo on his arm. Jason was actually nice and polite this trip, and stayed the whole time he said he would. Usually by now he would've driven away in a fit of rage and not returned.

"Like dad would believe you," he smiled, putting his suitcase in the trunk of his car. He had road tripped by himself all of the way to Pennsylvania from Venice, and now was going to go all of the way back. "Come here and give me a hug, it's the least you can do for me. I did buy you booze and steal dad's car keys for you."

Alison smiled lightly, and quickly walked down the porch steps of their house. She ran into Jason's outstretched arms, and he hugged her tightly. She almost felt crushed under Jason's grip, he had practically doubled in muscle mass over the years. Although he used to be super annoying when he lived at home, he had gotten way more cool over the years. The kale smoothies and running at 4am was a little weird, but he still had done some pretty cool stuff for her while he was there.

"I'll miss you, kiddo," he said, rubbing her back with his hand. "You remember those fighting moves I taught you right? Kind of hard to come kick some guy's ass for you all the way in California."

"I can handle myself, Jason," Alison huffed, pulling away from his hug.

"I know you can," Jason responded, putting the circular sunglasses on over his eyes. "I'll see you for Christmas?"

"You're actually going to show up this year?" Alison asked.

Jason sighed, "You're really not going to let me live that down, huh?"

Alison shook her head.

"I'll be there, I promise," Jason said. "Mom and dad aren't that bad anymore."

"You say that because you don't live here 24/7 and are in control of your inner zen," Alison said, crossing her arms.

"Well by this time in two years you'll be getting ready to spread your wings and leave the next too," Jason said, putting his hands on his hips. "Only two years."

"You say that like it's a short time," Alison countered, rolling her eyes.

"Trust me, it'll be over before you know it," Jason said, flashing a smile. "I'll see you soon Ali."

The interaction she had with Jason on the front porch was the second to last time she saw her brother. Jason had shown up for Christmas as promised, but left only two days later. Guess not even he could stand the presence of their parents. Who could? Alison barely could either, and she still had two years left. TWO.


Alison awoke with a start and sat straight up. She had fallen asleep on the concrete of the roof, there was some snow congregating around her. She quickly stood up, heart racing as she brushed the snow off of her numb face and hands. How long had she been asleep? She wasn't sure, but she could faintly hear the cars passing by on the street below. She felt panicky, as if she was awoken from a bad dream. Although, she couldn't remember what the dream was about, or how she had allowed herself to fall asleep while it was snowing?

Alison shivered, and made her way towards the door to the roof. She pushed it open, and closed it quietly behind her. The bright lights of the hallway hurt her eyes, but there was only one thing on her mind. She was cold, wet, and felt extremely shaken up.

The elevator dinged loudly, and Alison prayed no one heard her. It had to have been at least past midnight, but she wasn't sure. She pushed the button on the elevator, and held down the button to close the doors. The last place on her mind to go to was her bed.

It felt like hours until she reached her floor destination. The elevator doors slid open, and Alison quietly exited out of the elevator. No one was in the hallway, no sign of movement either. She walked the hallway, only the emergency lights were lit. At least there wasn't as big of a glare. She just needed to get warm at this point, and also seeked the comfort of another presence.

"Emily?" she called out softly, as she entered the pool. She shut the door quietly behind her, and walked further into the poolroom. The water was absolutely still as Alison peered into the depths. It was relatively dark in the room, making it hard to see the bottom. Alison wasn't even sure that Emily was down there, the water was incredibly still.

Taking a chance, Alison walked backwards a few feet and ran towards the water's edge. She dove head first into the depths of the pool, the immediate warmth from the water helped with the fact she was shaking. She began to swim lower and lower, hoping that she wouldn't run out of air before she reached the bottom.

The pool seemed to go on forever, and Alison wondered exactly how deep they had made this for Emily when two arms wrapped around her waist. Alison jumped in surprise, and barely had time to react before she was being pulled to the surface. She couldn't see in front of her, even with her eyes opened.

Alison surfaced a few seconds later, a loud rushing of water filled her ears as she gasped for breath. She did feel warmer, and wasn't shivering anymore. But, she was extremely caught off guard by the events that had just happened.

"What are you doing here?" a calm voice asked, as Alison gasped for breath. She turned around to face Emily, face full of the bright blue scales. "It's almost 3am."

"I couldn't sleep, and I remembered that you said you come down here when you can't sleep," Alison said, treading water in place. "I'm sorry, I thought you said I could."

"No it's not that, I just wasn't expecting you," Emily said, swimming closer to Alison. "I don't get very many visitors this late at night."

"Well consider me an honored guest," Alison said, shrugging.

Emily smiled slightly, before her face turned more serious, "Why couldn't you sleep?"

"I've just had a lot on mind lately," Alison admitted, as Emily began to slowly swim in circles around her. Alison turned her head to follow her movements, and watched as the water flowed seamlessly around Emily's body. "I thought coming down here may help."

"Do you want to sleep here?" Emily asked, stopping in front of Alison. "You can if you want, you just can't sleep at the bottom of the pool for obvious reasons."

Alison nodded, looking for Emily's eyes to the scales on her cheeks. She quickly glanced at her lips, which had the same blue scales on them, just smaller. She looked back up at Emily, who was watching her silently.

"Come with me," Emily said, her voice gentle and soft as a cloud. Alison felt the comfort wash over her body, as she circled her arms around Emily's neck. Emily stared at her for a moment, her eyes also wandered Alison's face. The only sound that could be heard was the moving water, and the sound of water droplets hitting the water after they ran down skin.

With how Emily spoke, she'd follow her to any destination. Emily turned around and Alison held on, allowing herself to be guided in the direction of the middle of the pool. Unlike before, Emily moved slowly through the water. She barely made a noise as she helped guide Alison through it, until they had reached the middle of the pool.

"Lay back," Emily whispered, as Alison removed her arms from around her neck. Alison gave Emily a confused look, Emily noticed this quickly. "Do you trust me?"

Alison had been asked that a lot lately, if she trusted a certain person. She had never been so sure before, despite being on a bad foot with Emily previously. Alison nodded quickly, and let Emily lay her back onto the water. She began to float, and Emily pushed her lower body upward so that it too was floating.

"Is this ok?" Emily asked, swimming back to where Alison's head was.

Alison smiled, and pushed the wet hair behind Emily's ear. She cupped her cheek and rubbed it with the pad of her thumb. The feeling of Emily's scales on her hand was a feeling that she was becoming quite used to. She soon realized that she had barely touched Emily with human skin, and knew the feeling of her scales more than her skin.

"It's perfect," Alison said, as Emily sank into Alison's hand. "Thank you."

"No problem, my pool is your pool," Emily said. "I can teach you how to do some cool things in the water sometime."

"Would you? That would be great," Alison beamed. By now she was floating away from Emily, drifting freely around the pool. "I wish you could sleep next to me."

"I'll be right below you," Emily said, swimming to catch up to Alison. "If there's anything you need, just splash a bit and I'll come up."

Alison nodded, and put the back of her head on the water. She was already feeling extremely sleepy again, knowing that Emily was there in case things went bad. Right now, there was no A-Team trying to capture her, and there had been no murders.

It was just her and Emily, together in her pool.


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