This is most definitely EMISON Endgame. But Ali has a lot of baggage, and Emily has a lot of trouble trusting Ali. There will definitely be more backstory on Emily/Ali, and Cece's abuse. There are a lot of complicated issues, but I try to soften them with tender Emison moments. Hope you guys enjoy.

"Ali, I heard you had sex over the weekend with Noel Kahn! Why didn't you tell us?" Aria said as she approached the locker where Ali and Hanna and Spencer stood. It was Monday morning, and Ali was not amused already.

"Who'd you hear that from?" Ali asked, eyes narrowing.

"Hear what?" Emily asked walking up.

"These guys in my first period class were talking about Ali having sex with Noel on Saturday," Aria finished.

Emily's heart sank. That was the day after Ali had slept over and left her house the next morning before Emily had woken up. When Emily texted her, Ali merely responded her parents needed her home and their confusing night had gone unmentioned. She looked to Ali who looked unfazed and avoided her eye contact.

"Well, I didn't," Ali said angrily. Emily breathed a little sigh of relief.

"I mean we went out and messed around, but I didn't fuck Noel," Ali hissed. Hanna nodded and Spencer just listened.

Aria turned around to see Noel with his friends at the end of the hallway. "That's so wrong Ali. We can go talk to them, put an end to their dumb rumor-"

"I'll deal with it," Ali cut her off, finally looking at Emily who suddenly found the lockers more interesting once she felt Ali's eyes on her. The blonde felt her heart sinking, the last thing she wanted was to hurt Emily. But she was constantly fleeing from her feelings from the swimmer, and she used Noel as nothing more than a body to find comfort in. A part of her was afraid that if Emily truly saw her as she was, she would be horrified and want nothing to do with her. Another part of her was afraid she'd hurt Emily severely if she tried to make things work. Still, another part of her told herself she didn't deserve Emily. Regardless of how she felt, Alison knew in the end she was always selfish and couldn't help herself- she couldn't stay away from the mermaid.

Emily stood pensively, trying to distract herself from the jealousy forming at the thought of Ali with Noel. She knew she was dating Ben. Their four month anniversary was coming up in a few days. But the thought of Ali with Noel made her stomach twist in unpleasant ways that she hated. After Ali had kissed her with such need on Friday night, all she could taste was Alison. The next morning she had thought she dreamed the whole night until she saw faint teeth marks on her neck. But Ali clearly wasn't in the mood to talk to her or about the situation, as usual.

She couldn't really remember when she'd started to develop these feelings for the blonde. The swimmer had always been attracted to the feisty blonde, from the moment she'd laid eyes on that smirking face she'd felt hooked, especially when the smirk melted into a warm smile reserved for her only. Emily knew the other girls never saw that raw side of Ali that she'd seen Friday night. But Ali had made it clear months ago that she was very into guys, and so Emily cried the night after Ali had bluntly said at a sleepover with the girls that "I really don't think I could ever be with a girl for real". That week Emily started dating Ben. And Ali had seemed distant at first and stayed away from Emily, but when she came back around to being herself, she had turned up the flirting to an extreme level when it was just the two of them, which puzzled Emily even more.

"Em, let's go to class," Emily heard a soft voice say but it wasn't the blonde she expected. It was Hanna, looking at her with soft eyes. Emily knew if any of the girls understood how she was feeling it was Hanna. As dumb as the blonde tried to make herself appear, she was the one who had seen Emily's spirit fall that night when Ali had indirectly hurt her at the sleepover and Hanna had held Emily's hand knowingly. But her kind gesture hadn't escaped a death glare from Ali then, and Hanna was receiving the same death glare now.

"Actually, Em, can you come to the bathroom with me?" Ali interrupted, her voice sharp and her eyes darkening. Aria and Spencer shared a confused look with each other, the tension between the two blondes high as Hanna rolled her eyes.

Emily looked at Hanna and silently told her she'd be okay, and nodded at Ali.

Ali practically stormed off into the bathroom and Emily had to run after her

"Ali what are you doing?" Emily asked as Ali looked under each stall and then locked the bathroom door. She needed to make it up to Em, and this was the first thing that came to mind. The blonde needed to feel Emily, she was feeling deprived of her lovely swimmer.

"You ask too many questions Emily," Ali said hastily with a sly smile and pushed her against the door and slammed her lips down on Emily's. Emily was caught off guard and moaned as Ali slipped her leg in between hers, allowing Ali to slip her tongue into Emily's mouth and explore. But Emily was not in the mood and pushed Ali off of her, the blonde reeling back in shock.

"What the hell Em?"

"You can't just mess around with Noel and then come drag me in here again," Emily started to speak but Ali's face darkened as she came up close to Emily.

"I said I didn't fuck Noel," Ali hissed but when she saw Emily's eyes she stepped backwards. "Oh my god. You don't believe me."

"Ali-"

"Emily I didn't have sex with him!"

"But you wanted to," Emily snapped. "All the girls know how you felt about him even if they don't approve."

"You don't know how I feel Emily," Ali tried again but Emily wasn't having a good day.

"You're right, I don't know the first thing about how you feel," Emily said. "But whose fault is that?"

Emily turned around and stormed out, she knew if she stuck around that Ali would say something to make her weak again. As Emily came out of the bathroom, she felt someone grab her hand from the side and she saw Hanna out of the corner of her eye.

"You okay Em?" she asked. Emily nodded and Hanna just rubbed her hand comfortingly and walked with her to class. Neither could see Alison's troubled stare from behind them. Maybe Cece was right, she was too fucked up for Emily.

X

Alison sat in her last class on Thursday trying to will the clock to hit two already so that she could bolt. Emily sat next to her in this class, but she'd been avoiding Ali all week and the gnawing pain in the pit of Ali's stomach had been growing. As the bell rang, Ali almost jumped out of her seat, but when she turned back to glance at Em she saw the girl staring at her with hurt eyes and she almost stayed, but, afraid, she ran out.

Later that night, she broke into her parent's liquor cabinet and made herself a mixed drink that was more rum than coke and sullenly moped in her room because Spencer and Aria were busy, and the last person Ali wanted to see was Hanna. Emily was on her anniversary date with Ben, and Ali bitterly swallowed at the thought of Ben kissing Emily. On top of everything, she was horny. Horny, drunk, and angry. She called Emily, three times, but of course Emily didn't pick up. So Ali called Noel who said he'd come over after he finished a project at a friend's.

Before he came over, she made herself another drink. Her tiny body was empty, except for the alcohol, and her head was fuzzy already. But when her bedroom door opened, it wasn't the male she was expecting.

"Hey Ali," Ian said with a menacing glare.

"What do you want?" she slurred trying to back up on her bed far away from him. But he grabbed her legs, pulled her towards him and climbed over her before pressing his body down on her. She could feel his hard on through his pants as he groaned and kissed her neck.

"Get off of me," she mumbled only half meaning it. In her drunken stupor, she was unsure whether or not she would actually want the dreamy high school coach. The terrifying thought passed through her mind that he could very well rape her right now if she didn't scream loud enough.

"Be a good girl," he whispered as he kissed her and she didn't kiss him back. He grinned and began to dry hump her, his pelvis rolling against hers and she unexpectedly moaned into his mouth.

"Ali?"

Ali's drunk eyes widened as she saw Emily in her doorway. She shoved Ian off of her and stared, horrified that Emily saw that. The swimmer looked on the verge of tears.

"Emily, Emily wait!" Ali called as Emily turned and ran out of the room. She scrambled off the bed and ran after her ignoring Ian's smug grin.

She ran after Emily all the way to her driveway before Emily turned around, anger black in her eyes.

"Do you just go around messing with everyone?" Emily said in a deadly low voice.

Ali stood frozen. Those words stung coming from her sweet Emily.

"No, Emily please," she whimpered pathetically.

"I'm done with you Ali, I'm so fucking done with you," Emily snapped as she ran off.

"Emily please don't," Ali yelled running and grabbing Emily's arm. "Please don't say that Emily. You don't understand."

There were tears in Ali's eyes, but Emily shook Ali's hand off of her as she scoffed and turned around, her own tears finally falling as she ran off. Ali stood, alone, and terrified that she'd just lost the only person she deeply cared about.

X

"I walked in on her hooking up with someone," Emily cried to Hanna on the phone late that night. She couldn't sleep and had woken up the only person she knew would sympathize.

"Em, I'm so sorry-"

"I love her," Emily blurted out before more tears spilt.

"I know you do, I don't know why but I know you do," Hanna sighed.

"Why does she do this stuff? When it's just us, she's so different," Emily whimpered as she sat down on her bed. "But apparently she's just different with everyone privately." Her words were spat bitterly. "She's probably just messing with me."

"What good would she get out of that?"

"The satisfaction of knowing that people want her."

"Well, playing devil's advocate here but maybe Ali is just scared."

"Of what?" Emily spat bitterly before she jumped at the sound of her window rattling. She turned around in shock to see Ali pulling herself through the window and yelping her name as she realized the swimmer saw her.

"Hanna I gotta go," Emily replied quickly and hung up and got up to help her.

"Em, Em I'm so sorry," Ali said drunkenly as she toppled into the room and right into Emily's arms. Her eyes were bloodshot and her body was shaking from the crisp night air.

"You need to leave, Ali," Emily said trying to be stern but her voice wasn't harsh. She sounded as if she was reminding herself that the blonde needed to be gone.

"I don't want Ian," Ali mumbled. "I just want you."

"He's our school's field hockey coach, Ali, that's Melissa's boyfriend for Christ's sake! Spencer has been crushing on him for ages and she's never done anything, god how messed up are you?"

"HE came on to me," Ali insisted pleading as she wrapped her arms around Emily's neck and placed soft kisses on her bare shoulder. "I'm sorry Emily."

"Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?" Emily scoffed pulling Ali away from her, but gently enough.

"I didn't do it," Ali whimpered softly looking like Emily had just slapped the life out of her.

"Ali you need to go," Emily said hoarsely, her voice cracking.

Ali tried to walk forward and say something but Emily frowned and stepped back. Resigning, she hung her head low and walked out of Emily's bedroom, defeated.

Emily suffered internally knowing the blonde shouldn't walk home alone. She huffed and went to grab Ali by the arm before the blonde had descended the stairs.

"Wait, Ali, it's dark," Emily grunted as she dragged the tired blonde back into her room.

"Sleep here," she said sighing and pulling back the covers but making it very clear Alison was to stay on her side of the bed.

Ali's eyes were glassy and she seemed in another world as she nodded and climbed into bed, facing out, and curled up into a tiny ball. "Thank you Emily," she muttered as her eyes slipped shut.

When Emily woke up in the morning, Emily wanted to scream because as much as she knew it was for the best, Ali was gone.