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"Well, it's not broken," Dr. Kingston said, as his gloved fingers touched Alison's bruising nose rather delicately. "I'm surprised, from the security camera footage that I saw, she really got you in the face."

His hands lowered from Alison's nose, and began to open an alcohol wipe. Her nose and mouth had stopped bleeding, but dried blood caked her upper lip and down her chin. Alison sat silently on the examination table, glad to hear that her nose wasn't broken...but that didn't stop it from hurting like a bitch.

"The bruising should probably clear up within the next couple weeks," Wren said, as he began to wipe the blood away with the alcohol wipe. "Some foundation or concealer will make sure that no one at the Christmas ball sees the bruising."

"I thought they didn't know I was the supreme," Alison huffed, still angry from being punched.

"Mona Vanderwaal is being interrogated as we speak," he replied, gingerly wiping the alcohol wipe on her chin. "From what they've heard so far, the A-Team doesn't know. But, what Mona does know is that the supreme has been found, and you're the newest and only member since she left. She must've put two and two together, she's very bright after all."

"Wait, what if she tells them?" Alison asked, growing nervous at the possibility of being discovered.

Wren shook his head, and threw out the used alcohol wipe, "Doubtful. She's going to be held in insolation of top security until she can be amongst you all again. Being there must've been broke her mentally...but, she wasn't the most mentally stable when she was here before either."

There were quick footsteps outside the open door of Dr. Kingston's examination room, and Emily appeared in the doorway seconds later. She looked exasperated and out of breath, her worried eyes searched the room until they found Alison.

"Hey!" Emily said, walking over to hug Alison tightly. Alison returned the hug gratefully, and rested her chin on Emily's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, nose isn't broken. Hurts though, but no other injuries," Alison said, as they broke from the hug. She felt her anger quickly slipping away, being punched in the face was something to stay angry about...but she just couldn't.

"We're all so worried about you. That was fucking insane," Emily said to Alison, before turning to Dr. Kingston. "Is she all set? Can she come back with me?"

Dr. Kingston looked pointedly at Alison, "Do you feel able to go back? Need ice? Pain medication?"

"I think I'm going to be okay," Alison said, hopping off the exam table. "I'll come back here if anything happens, trust me."

"Alright," Wren said, satisfied with her answer. "You can go. You both should get some rest though, your first mission is tomorrow night."

Both she and Emily hurried out of his office, eager to get out of the medical wing and back to their friends. She was grateful that Emily had come to get her, and that it had been her who ran to get help. They walked quickly, with Emily leading a few feet ahead. This gave time for Alison to admire Emily, her toned back that was visible through the opening in her jumpsuit… she had such body goals.

She forced herself to not look any lower, lately she had been feeling something unexplainable for the brunette with the intricate design buzzed into the side of her head. They had started off as enemies, the cold looks and the rude remarks. Emily had made her throw up before, and Alison had caused Emily a pretty serious bruise to the side of her face. Now that the loathing feeling had gone away, something else was beginning to form. The friendship feeling was there, despite the fact Emily had told her a while ago that they weren't friends...things had clearly changed.

This feeling was new, and Alison linked it to when she would watch Channing Tatum in Magic Mike. A slight heat to her core, an occasional fluttering in her chest when Emily would smile at her, her chest and face heating up when Emily would come too close. She enjoyed it when Emily would spend time with her, enjoyed sleeping down at the pool instead of her own bed, and the witty jokes they'd share. She'd go out of her way to search for Emily in the crowd, to go the extra mile during training in hopes of impressing the mermaid…

"Damn girl, you look rough," Hanna said, as they entered she and Emily's shared room.

Both Spencer and Aria were also in the room, waiting for Alison's return. Alison examined the room, it looked the same as she and Spencer's. She looked at where Hanna sat on her bed, which had various New York trinkets on the nightstand. Emily's bed only had one poster of a swim team hanging above it, and Alison remembered that Emily said she could beat all of them by minutes if she tried.

"My nose?" Alison asked, hoping it was just her nose that looked messed up. "Trust me, it fucking hurts."

"Is it broken?" Aria asked, stepping closer to Alison in order to have a better look.

"Fortunately, no. But it is going to bruise, so some serious concealer is going to have to be put on my face for tomorrow's mission," Alison said, reaching up to touch her nose. She winced at the pain that shot through her body, and removed her hand.

"Will you guys promise me that you'll be safe tomorrow?" Hanna asked, her voice laced with worry. "All four of you mean something to me, so don't do anything stupid."

"We'll be ok Han," Spencer spoke up, sitting down next to Hanna on her bed. "Trust me, it's a simple mission. There's not really much that we can mess up."

"Plus, we've been training together a lot," Emily spoke up.

Alison moved to lay down on Emily's bed, exhausted from the strenuous training that they had to endure that day. They had to be ready, with the amount of training they had done, they had to be. The girls continued to talk, but Alison slowly stopped listening. Their voices faded out, just like her thoughts did about the next day. They really were going to have to save that asshole, for the 'good of America.'

She must've fallen asleep because when she awoke, it was dark in the room. She was wrapped in the bed sheets, her arms tucked under the pillow. She blinked and sat up in bed, wondering if she had been brought back to her own room.

Emily was sitting at the end of the bed, her back pressed to the wall that the bed was pushed up against. Her eyes were closed, and Alison wondered if she had fallen asleep. She glanced over at the other bed and saw a tangled mess of blonde hair, Hanna was asleep as well.

Just when Alison reached out to touch Emily's hand, Emily opened her eyes. Clearly, she had not been asleep. Alison shouldn't have been surprised, she knew Emily didn't sleep much at night unless she was submerged underwater. The pale moonlight reflected against Emily's tan skin, making it look slightly blue. She quickly locked eyes with Alison, giving her a tiny smile.

"Sorry, I thought you were sleeping," Alison whispered, careful not to wake up Hanna.

"No, just resting my eyes," Emily replied sheepishly. She stretched her back and cracked her knuckles. "I'm just kind of nervous for tomorrow."

"Why? There's four of us, it'll go smoothly. Trust me, with the amount of training we've done, it's not that hard," Alison said reassuringly, as she reached out to stroke Emily's arm.

"I know…it's just last time I was on one of these missions it did not end smoothly," Emily shrugged. "I just don't want a repeat of last time."

"I think we'll be ok," Alison said. "You're the best one out of all of us."

"Says the one who has Aria and Noel's ability," Emily teased.

Alison shrugged, "You've been in this program since birth. I got here like three months ago."

Emily didn't respond, and looked down at her hands. Alison bit her lip, and reached out to nestle her hand between Emily's. Emily looked at her, and allowed Alison to tug her down. Soon enough, she was laying down next to Alison, with her front facing Alison. Emily sighed in content, and closed her eyes when Alison ran a finger through the pattern buzzed into the side of her head.

"You let me sleep in here?" Alison asked, but Emily kept her eyes closed.

"Yeah, you looked pretty content and I would feel bad if I woke you up," Emily replied. "Go back to sleep Alison, I promise I'll try to sleep some too."


Alison nerves were as out of control as Emily's while they were seated at the banquet. She surveyed the area, looking for anyone that seemed out of the ordinary. Though, even she and the other three seemed out of the ordinary. Being 17 and 18 at this banquet was way too young, and they had been dressed to look older. Spencer was wearing a navy blue dress with a slit in the upper back, her makeup darker to seem more older, and her hair straightened. Emily's seafoam green dress was doing wonders for her, which was more flowy and her entire back was fully exposed in case of transformation emergency. Her hair was curled and expertly placed in a way to cover the buzzed part of her hair. Alison couldn't stop staring at her pink lip glossed lips the entire car ride to the skyscraper.

They were sat down at the same table as New Jersey senator, Michael Winterberry, the man they were supposed to protect. Caleb, in his all black tuxedo, sat down on Senator Winterberry's left. He greeted Caleb politely, and shook his hand. Alison sat down across from him in the circular table for eight, Spencer and Emily sat at both sides of her.

The four of them tried to remain composed as more people were allowed into the ballroom. The tables began to fill up, and Alison's nerves skyrocketed some more. Her dress was very form fitting and mahogany colored, but behind the floor length dress Alison's legs were in pants of the same material. All three girls had a tab on their dress, so that they could discard the lower part of of it and have some room.

"Hey, it's ok," Emily said, reaching over to squeeze Alison's thigh. "Let Spencer and I survey the scene, then we can start mingling with people before the food is served."

Alison nodded, and looked around at everyone once again. The lights were fairly dim, and the hired band was playing soft jazz music. Her eyes shot back to Senator Winterberry, who was talking to his wife next to him. How could they save someone as disgusting as him? Why should they let him survive?

It took forever for everyone to make it into the ballroom. People hadn't even made it to their seats, as they were stopped by others already to talk. Alison was getting antsy, so was Caleb who sat on the other side of the table. Senator Winterberry didn't seem ready to go anywhere, meaning Caleb had to stay put.

"Can you guys all hear me?"

Alison could only hear Marco's voice in her left ear, where the clear covered earpiece was attached to. Her wavy hair was draped in a way to cover the earpiece from being seen, the same went for Spencer and Emily. Caleb's longer hair was long enough to cover his ears, but he had to restrain himself from running a hand through it.

"Yeah, we can hear you," Spencer said, and Alison heard the same thing in the earpiece.

"Perfect. I see you've all already sat at the table. Caleb, just remember to stay close to Senator Winterberry. As for Spencer and Emily, you guys can get up and walk around some. Check out the people, see if anyone seems off."

"Wait, what about me?" Alison asked, was she expected to stay in her seat. Danger was one of these people among them.

"Stay in your place for now. Greet anyone that comes up to you, but for now just remain seated. You'll be Caleb's backup if need be. But nothing very eventful is happening right now."

Alison groaned, as Emily and Spencer rose from their seat. She hastily sat back in her chair, and looked straight ahead. Emily reached out, and touched her lightly on the shoulder. Alison's eyes shot up to look at her, but quickly relaxed upon seeing Emily's soft expression.

"I'm keeping an eye on you, ok?" Emily said. "Do the same for me?"

"Yeah...yeah, of course," Alison nodded, giving Alison a small smile.

"Wish me luck."

Emily followed Spencer, and they both linked arms. They made their way towards a crowd of people, all dressed in tuxedos or elegant dresses. Some were holding glasses of champagne, laughing and talking. The talking soon became background noise, the chatter and the laughter was as droning as white noise. Alison made no move to talk to those at her table, not Caleb, not the senator and his wife. She was looking into the large crowd forming on the dance floor, though none were dancing. Small groups had been made, but most were mashed together. Elbows touching, spilling some of their champagne whenever their arms hit accidentally. She saw Spencer led Emily into the crowd, pushing past the elbows and people who just wouldn't let themselves be pushed aside easily.

She continued to watch the crowd until she saw it, slinking out of the crowd with a glass of champagne in his hand. From a distance he looked exactly like Noel Kahn. The well kept brown hair, the light colored eyes that you could see from a mile away. It couldn't be Noel though, he'd been dead for months. Still, the man caught Alison's attention. He was in an all black tuxedo, his hand covered in webbed burns. It wasn't as bad as Dr. Kingston's or even Dr. Rollins'. She was still surprised that he could hold the glass so tightly, as if the burns hadn't changed the use of his hand.

"I'll be right back," Alison said, standing up as she continued to watch the man. He was leaving the crowd, towards the exit.

"Hey, Alison. Sit down. Where are you going?"

"Don't leave," Caleb said, holding out a hand to stop Alison.

Alison pulled her arm away before Caleb could grab her, and began a quick pursuit towards the exit that the Noel look-a-like had exited. She was going a lot faster than she would've in heels, which was another perk of floor length ball gowns. Alison had special shoes on, which were the same maroon color as her dress. She reached the exit quickly, and pushed her way through the swinging doors.

"Alison, where are you going?"

"Are you paying attention to the security cameras right now?" Alison huffed angrily, looking both directions. The man was nowhere in sight, and Alison didn't know which way he could've gone. There was no one else in the hallway to ask either.

Someone called her elbow behind her, and pulled strongly. She gasped as she was turned around, but was greeted by Emily's concerned face.

"Hey, what are you doing. Why did you come out here?" Emily asked, frowning as she released Alison's elbow.

"There's a man here with burnt hands. He just came out here, and I have no idea which way he went. Emily, you're not going to believe this but he looks exactly like Noel," Alison explained. "But, Marco wants me to stay at the table where I am of no use at all."

"The security cameras have went down, I can't see anything."

"Shit, so he's out there right now?" Emily asked. "Come on, let's go back in and keep a look out for him. They're serving dinner, so at least we'll all be in one place."

Emily held out her manicured hand for Alison, who took it quickly. Emily held her hand loosely, and pulled her back into the ballroom. There was soft Christmas music being played by the jazz band, and servers wearing black and white outfits were coming around to place soup onto everyone's table setting.

Alison could barely eat, her eyes were looking around the crowd. Marco kept telling them things to do, but the camera were going in and out of working properly. She had two sips of her soup, some of the lobster that was served, and didn't touch her dessert.

"Please eat something," Emily said, scooping up a bite of her tiramisu and held it up to be level with Alison's lips. "Ali…"

"I can't eat, that guy is bothering me way too much," Alison admitted, shaking off Emily's dessert. "He looked too much like Noel for it not to be him."

"Have you seen him since?" Emily asked.

"No, I haven't. If I did, I would be out of my seat by now," Alison snapped, and quickly realized that the tone of voice she had just used on Emily had been a little harsh. Guilt washed over her as she looked and saw Emily's hurt facial expression, clearly taken back by what Alison had said. "I'm sorry, that was bitchy. I'm just...a little on edge."

She reached for Emily's free hand and squeezed it, continuing to feel guilty as Emily set down her spoon and looked sadly at their hands.

"Let's dance," she said, standing up.

"What?" Alison asked. After how bitchy she just sounded to Emily, she was surprised that Emily wanted to even be near her.

"Look," Emily said, her voice hushed. "The senator is getting up to dance with his wife. It wouldn't hurt to dance a little bit while we look for this guy."

Alison saw Caleb hold out his hand for Spencer to take, leading her towards where the senator and his wife were going to dance. Emily led Alison towards the other side of the dance floor, and turned to face her once they had mingled into the crowd of other couples who were beginning to dance. The music was upbeat, but still this wasn't a place to dance like no tomorrow. It was more...polite dancing.

Emily placed a hand on Alison's waist, and allowed Alison to place a hand on her neck. They help their other free hand, and began to move to the rhythm. Although, this would usually be a time for them to enjoy each other's company and take in the moment, they were looking around as they rotated clockwise in place.

"See him?" Emily asked, her grip tightening on Alison's waist.

"Nope, honestly sometimes I feel like I had just made the whole thing up," Alison sighed.

"The cameras are wigging out on us over here. Fill me in on what's happening."

"Nothing so far, nothing out of the ordinary," Spencer responded over the ear piece.

It seemed that they weren't going to find this guy again, as everything seemed ordinary. It almost seemed like the A Team had decided that they weren't going to decide to assassinate this corrupt politician. Maybe it was stupid for them to even be-

"Is that him?" Emily asked. Alison looked up at her, and saw she was looking far behind Alison.

Alison whipped around and saw him, exiting out the same exit that he had before. Emily had already let go of her, and was following after him at a fast pace through the door.

"Ladies!"

"The au-...tting off."

"...ai….."

Marco kept cutting off, but Alison could barely hear him over the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears. She tried to keep up with Emily, and saw a piece of her dress rip around the corner. Groaning loudly, she ripped the end of her dress off to free herself from the extra material. It came off easily, and she discarded it to the side. Her maroon pants and special shoes were now visible, allowing her to sprint after Emily and the man in the black tuxedo.

Once making it around the corner, she was met with another long hallway. There was only one way to go, and she had to find a way to catch up with them somehow. She ran silently down the deep red carpeted hallway, which was dimly lit by overhead lights. The lights flew past as she picked up speed, and reached the end of the hallway within seconds.

"Em!" she called out, as she looked in both directions of the split hallway. "Emil-"

A strong hand cupped her mouth, and another wrapped around her arms and chest to pin them at her side. She was lifted off the ground slightly, and began struggling in the arms of the strong offender. She could move, the only thing not constrained were her legs. She flailed them helplessly, her mind flying into panic mode.

It took everything in her to muster up the energy in her hands, the palms were facing behind her towards whoever was holding her. She heard the sound of electricity, and the heat on her palms. She could see a purplish light in the corner of her eye, and heard a man yell out in pain behind her.

Immediately, she was released from the hold. She turned around and saw the man in the black tuxedo. He was holding his thighs where Alison had zapped him gingerly, but shot his head up to look at her. At close, he didn't really look like Noel. Maybe she had been going absolutely insane. He looked like he was in his late twenties, not the youthful seventeen that Noel was.

Alison saw Emily run around the corner, the lower half of her dress was also gone. Her sea green pants hugged her legs tightly, but Alison did not have time to admire.

In a brief moment, the man lunged for Alison. He grabbed her around the waist and tackled her to the ground, pressing all his weight onto Alison's body. She struggled to grab him, and saw Emily try to rip him off of her. Alison placed two hands on his chest, and pushed as hard as he could. He went flying into the air, and hit the ceiling loudly. He dented the drywall, and left a large hole in it as he came crashing down on his back. Pieces of the ceiling fell around him, and there was white dust covering his face and black tuxedo.

Emily helped Alison to her feet, and they walked over to the delirious man. He was coughing loudly, and groaning in pain. They stood over him, as his eyes soon focused on the pair.

"Just the way I want to go out, looking at two gorgeous women," he sighed, and began to laugh.

"We're not going to kill you," Emily said, as she got down to pin his arms by his head. "We're taking you in."

"For what?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"For having intentions to assassinate a senator!" Emily yelled, her grip tightening on his wrists.

"What senator? I'm just enjoying the dinner party," he responded daringly, a chuckle erupting from the back of his throat. "You've got the wrong man."

"Don't fucking play games, I've had enough of this shit," Emily said, turning back to look at Alison. "Get Marco to get someone in here to take this shit away."

"I think we lost connection with him, he was cutting off and now it's just radio silence," Alison said. "I'll go get Caleb and Spencer."

"The government can try all they want, but I'll never utter a word," the man spat, catching Emily in the eye. He used the fact Emily was caught off guard to bite into the folded part of the tuxedo jacket. A pouch opened up, displaying a white tablet. His tongue darted out and grabbed it, before it disappeared in his mouth. "The A Team will avenge the pathetic excuse of leadership."

He bit down, a loud laughter echoed in the hallway. He laughed loudly at them, and laughed louder once a loud scream from the people in the ballroom rang out. They yelled in fear, and Emily looked up at Alison. She looked scared, shocked, confused.

The man's laughter soon faded away as he began choking. Alison watched the white foam bubble in his mouth, his face turn red. He stopped altogether in Emily's hands seconds later, as his body relaxed when life left him. His head fell to the side, eyes practically bugging out of his head.

Alison heard the loud chaos from inside the ballroom, followed by a muffled boom. Emily let go of the man in disgust and rose to her feet, as if she was touching something infected. Alison knew, Emily hated death and dead people.

"What the fuck?" she asked, looking at Alison for an explanation.

"Was he a decoy?" Alison asked, just as shocked by what happened.

"I guess? I don't fucking know!"

Alison heard more screams from the ballroom, and grabbed Emily's hand, "Come on, Spencer and Caleb need us."

The both raced down the hallway, turning each corner until they reached the entrance to the ballroom. They could hear people move about, loud chatter and some solitary screams echoed out. Alison looked at Emily, and saw some sort of smoke creeping through the cracks of the door.

"Shit is really hitting the fan, huh?" Emily asked.

Alison rushed towards Emily, who was standing five feet away from her. She grabbed her face with both hands, and brought their lips together firmly. Emily inhaled with surprise, a small squeak came from the back of her throat. She relaxed into the kiss, and soon began kissing Alison back with as much fervor and want. She gripped Alison's waist tightly, and brought their bodies flush against each other. There was nothing gentle nor soft about this kiss. Some serious shit was about to go down on the otherside of these doors, and if by chance one of them didn't make it out...might as well do something to make sure that they didn't die not expressing something that had both been there for the past month.

Alison held Emily as if she was her lifeline, and kissed her like she wasn't going to do anything else again. Because, they may not be. She felt Emily's fingers pressing into her sides, she sounds of chaos around them faded away as she tugged on Emily's top lip. She heard Marco shouting at them as Emily tongue entered her mouth, but it was time for reality.

Alison pulled away, leaving both of them panting. Hopefully they both got out alive, because Alison had never been kissed or kissed that way by anyone and she wanted to do it some more. It wouldn't be much use if either of them was dead.

"Let's go," Alison said, tugging Emily into the ballroom.


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