I'm so sorry. That's my only excuse…I'm not gonna flood you with comments, just a few comments:

This was a little hard

The chapters may get a little longer

They will probably be more spaced out time wise, don't expect once a week, I will do my best for every other week, we have to see.

The next one may take a little longer because I desperately have to update my other two stories…really bady.

Did you re-read chapter 3?

I need a beta-anyone want to help?

UrbanBorn-Thanks so much, here is everyone's update.

Thanks to everyone who favorite me and my story and thanks to everyone who followed and all else

There is a bit of crossover in here, this is because I love dance moms and I envision Emily being her favorite…sorta in front of maddie… and all. I won't classify it as a crossover because there is no Dance Moms fanfiction.

I own my characters, the 3 or 4 or 5 so far, and I own the crossover idea. I own nothing else.

The sun beaming through the window lit up the thin skin of her eyelids. Groaning, she turned on her side to face the closet but to face away from the bright window, the amount of light that filled the room didn't go away and it still woke her up, diligently interrupting her sleep. It also didn't get any darker when Shay burst through the door, turning on the unneeded light on the fan while also letting in all the light from the hallway behind her. Needless to say, it wasn't to be escaped and the room would only continue to get brighter. Shay knew how sensitive she was to light, especially in the morning, and was doing her best (and succeeding) to force her awake by driving her away from it.

"Get up! It's 8:30! Ain't got much time, monkey!" she yelled, earning another groan from the near-teenagers on the bed. Emily pushed her hands against the headboard as leverage to stretch out, the amount of light still making it difficult for her to open her eyes. Once she managed, she saw Shay rummaging through the closet and when she emerged, the handful she'd gotten was promptly launched at Emily. Emily propped up on her elbows and rubbed at her eyes. Shay watched, right hip popped, right hand grasping said hip, and her left arm across the bottom of her stomach to grasp at her right wrist.

"Get dressed" she commanded again, studying Emily with a weary last glance before shutting the door behind her. But Emily didn't move, instead, she tried to filter through the morning's thoughts and wade through the bath of light. But it didn't work. Soon, she was beginning to succumb to the tight feeling of sadness in her chest, she began to lose her thoughts as she tried to reach out and keep them together. It was no use, they melded and formed in the air in front of her, their colors colliding and forming a picture. She was suddenly drowning from the light and silently screaming for help from within her. The last sound was the whining of the dog that…

… Turned into the screech of her metal shade-holders as her mother pulled them apart and allowed the room to be covered in a warm, yellow glow. Little Emily opened her eyes, having already adjusted, and smiled brightly, her colored eyes popping open, reflecting the light in a gorgeous sea of blues and greens. Her mother turned around, grinning widely at her daughter, who she knew with a full sense of certainty would have already been awake. The mother found herself hoping and praying that the tiny, tan girl would get at least a little nap on the two and a half hour car ride to the recital.

Emily tossed the covers off of her legs, clad only in her small-sized, pale pink ballet tights. Her mumma moved forward, shoulders hunched, elbows tucked at her sides, fingers tense for the impending tickle-attack to tire a little monkey for the ride. Emily stood to ready herself, parting her feet and bending her knees to hide her stomach from the 'tickle-monster'. They were both ready for the battle creeping up on the both of them.

"M'hija! Mi luz, mi alegría, mi estrella, mono, mi amor!" she cried as she blurred into action, pressing her fingers into her baby-monkey's sides and ribs. She tickled her furiously, leaning in to pepper the girl's flushed cheeks, red nose, and squealing lips with kitten-kisses.

"Mumma! No! Ahh! Stop! Basta! Por favor! Mi mama! Me duele, it hurts!" she cried, squealing the Spanglish she'd been taught by her brother, sister, and papi.

They settled back into the bed together, Emily tucked into her mumma's side, panting heavily against the thin material of her leotard. She looked up into the chocolate eyes of her mother and smiled happily, shyly, as she butted her head back into the older Dawson's ribs. Mumma encased her daughter in a hug, planting a large kiss on the top of her little, honey-blonde head.

The smell of scratch-made pancakes and warm maple syrup finally drifted down the hallways and wafted to her nostrils. She began to scramble out of bed, hungry for the fuel to the fire that would be Emily Dawson on that stage this afternoon. She was stopped, promptly by her mother, who held her back and to her chest. She stared up at the woman, confusion flashing in her eyes, questions at the ready for spit-fire on the tip of her tongue.

She was interrupted by her papi, "Mi estrealla, my star! Estas bien?has dormido bien? Did you sleep well, mi estrella?" He called out his inquiries and terms of endearment as he entered with her birthday tray. She turned her head into her mumma once again, hiding her flushed, shy grin in the woman's side and peeked out with one eye as her father placed the tray on the bed over her stretched legs. She emerged with said smile still dawned on her face, and snatched up a pancake with little fingers before returning back to the safety of her hiding spot.

Her papi laughed, sat, and pulled her away and onto his lap as she ate. The pancakes tasted like vanilla and chocolate chips, the juice was pulped and tart and the eggs balanced it all with the salty salsa her papi had added to them. Little Ms. Princess Emily was being pampered and spoiled before her first big on-stage solo and her parents could be more than happy to initiate the festivities and go along with them.

She was unaware that she needed to savor this moment, not as though it was like she hadn't been doing that all along. This moment, the one she loved so much, might very well be one of the last memories she has of her parents. And now, in the present this is something she is all too aware of.

She shook her head as she came out of the flashback and glanced at the clock, the light, blurry as it was through the tears, had only advanced ten minutes. Emily stood and pulled her shirt off, wincing as her shoulder let out a loud pop. She replaced the shirt with a crop top, which she would later have ready for its use in dance, and then over it tugged on her ALDC sweatshirt. Now that it was out that she went to dance, she wouldn't be scared of it, just like Shay had said not to be. She yanked off the sweatpants, letting out a soft, audible yelp at the movement in her hip. She replaced the pants with spanks and a pair of dark skinny jeans before finally letting the wolf into the fence yard via sliding glass door.

The bruise on her hip was only worsening as she continued to work through it, and it was all because Abby refused to pair her with Seth for this particular duet. Emily and Seth were a 'perfect match', in every sense of the phrase. They danced with precision, grace, and some sort of all-knowing power of what the other intended to do. Their 'fling' in and out of the studio, unbeknownst to the firehouse, was one only studio was in cahoots about. They hung out at school, held hands in the hallway, and during breaks and their down-time at the studio. But Abby wouldn't budge with this number, and paired her with Tyler, three levels beneath her, and unable to hold her rather-scarce weight. Abby was determined that the lifts he'd turned into 'drops' could be reversed and be lifts again. But the competition was Saturday, and if they wanted to win…

Retreating to the bathroom, she went on to apply a light layer of mascara and liquid eyeliner, dragging the end into a tail beside her eye. she spritzed the heat protectant into her hair and it was only 9:00 when she was done with the straightener. She reached for an alcohol prep pad and pulled up the un-bruised side of the sweatshirt to prep a spot for her morning medicine. Gaby, as many times as she gave her the medicine, still failed to see the outline of her chiseled abs that were normal around the studio.

Just then, Gaby stuck her head inside, "you alright? You're taking-whoa monkey" she said, stepping all the way inside and pulled the needle from her sister's hand.

She noticed something in Emily's face, "Hey, look at me" she instructed, reinforcing the statement by lifting Emily's chin with one finger to study her face. The girl's eyes were glossy and distant, "Talk to me" Gaby urged, looking worried as she continued to study.

"You look really disoriented" Gaby pointed out, searching the girl's eyes once again.

"I'm fine" Emily said, pushing around her to let Basil inside. She pulled her dance duffel from under the bed and stuffed a few final things inside before striding towards the door.

Gaby grabbed another alcohol pad from the jar and rushed after her "Hey!" she yelled, dropping to her knees to pull up the sweatshirt once again. She swabbed the hip again and stuck her before recapping the syringe and standing. Emily was just about to walk out before her sister caught her arm, pulling her back into the room.

"OW! What?" she spat

"First of all, drop the attitude. Second of all, talk to me, what's wrong? Are you okay?" she asked, urging the petite girl to talk.

"I'm fine, just like I told you. I had a flashback, chill out."

"I will not! The last time you had a flashback, you passed out and didn't wake up for three days!" the brunette retorted.

"Yeah, you know what you're right. Good thing it doesn't happen all the time or I'd be totally comatose!" she yelled back.

Gaby froze, "What?"

"Nothing" she stalked into the hallway and down into the kitchen to pull on some boots.

"Hey babe, whoa, what's with the bag? Are you running away?"

"No, Seth is picking me up for dance; his sister will drive us to the studio"

"Nah. Uh uh. I'll do it" Gaby corrected, appearing behind Emily as she shoved her heel into her boot.

Emily rolled her eyes, "already been decided..."

"Without my knowledge or consent?"

"It's been that way, Gaby, for 7 years."

"What if…"

"Seth" she interjected. Gaby sent Shay an amused look

"What if Seth, came by the house at 10 and hung out for a little while and then Shay and I can take you, then we can meet this nut-job who decided to take you on as a student"

"I'll ask"

She packed a cooler with raw meat for Basil, and added a few syringes to the ice packs. She walked out the front door to the car and settled in, holding a handful of silky snow-white fur to keep calm.

The ride was quiet and uneventful; it wasn't as if it ever was eventful but just… extra-uneventful today. Emily texted Seth the entire way to rearrange their plans: his sister would drop him at the house at ten; they'd hang, and hopefully not be late because of a call. He was pretty excited to meet everyone and get to see the house. Emily was less excited but excited nonetheless. It was already 9:30 when they got to the house and that only left 20-25 minutes for her to wait because of his impeccable punctuality.

"Aye, short stuff! What's up?" Otis asked playfully, ruffling her hair. She shrugged him off and grimaced at the nickname. She set her stuff at the table and fixed her clothes.

Casey gave her a look, but Kelly beat him to the question, "What's the duffel for? Going somewhere?" he asked, fulfilling the role of the sarcastic, protective, slightly awkward and tough big brother.

Emily threw her hands up and snapped, "Why is everyone so obsessed with the duffel?! What's the big deal?! It's a freaking duffel bag!" she yelled, sitting heavily, "it's for dance" she answered finally. They all stood stock still, watching her frustrated movements; she yanked her laptop out of the bag, but set it down with careful grace.

Casey looked up and caught Gaby's eyes with a weary, questioning glance. All she did was shrug and pour herself a cup of coffee before heading in the direction of the chief's office.

"She okay?" Casey asked the younger Dawson as she swiped her finger over the sensor to log in.

"She's going to talk to chief to make sure it's okay that Seth come and hang for like an hour before she and Shay drive us to dance. Because apparently his sister is incapable, suddenly, of doing it." She snorted and waited for the computer.

"So…" he started, "You're feeling more comfortable talking about it? About dance?"

She stopped and pondered the question, typing to go to Google as she did so, "No, but I might as well get comfortable with it."

"No one is making you"

Her head snapped to look at him, "We really doing this?" she asked bitterly, watching as he searched her eyes for a hint of what was causing the bitterness.

"We want to come Saturday" she turned to face the voice: Mills. He sat down across from Casey and looked at her, expectantly and patiently waiting.

"Who's Seth?" he pondered.

She was typing in her email and froze, wiggling her upper body in awkwardness. A whine came from beside her, Her boyfriend! Basil taunted.

She snapped her head to look at the dog, was about to snap but Basil only seemed to make herself bigger in challenge. Emily let out an almost inaudible growl and looked back at the computer to finish logging into her email. "He's a friend… from dance. He's usually my partner for my male/female duets, but he's just a friend" she smiled inwardly, knowing that for the two of them, it seemed like much more than that. There was an email from Abby:

You can complain all you want, but the fact of the matter is that you will whip him into shape and THAT is why I paired the two of you together. I did not do it to torture you, or him or… Seth. We will work on the lifts for the most part today. I want you to be stretched when you get here. I will need your help with the girls' dances today.

Once again, I know you hate me, but you're doing the dance, period.

~~Abby Lee Miller

She replied with five words:

Bite me, Abby Lee Miller.

Casey watched from her shoulder as she read and replied to the email. She pressed send and checked the time. It had already been twenty minutes? And then it hit her, that clock was like 7 minutes slow! That means he would almost be he-

"Emily" Vargas said, walking through the garage entrance of the house, "Someone here for you" he waggled his eyes and sat.

Emily couldn't help but dash towards the front of the firehouse, goofy grin adorned on her face, and right into the arms of Seth Eller, who spun her in a circle before placing her gingerly back on the ground and planting a kiss on her cheek. It was the biggest, most genuine, twinkly-eyed smile the men had seen on her since either A. they met her -or- B. the accident.

The clearing of throats behind her, wiped the smile from her face and she turned with a look of horror to face…the entire firehouse behind them. Her face flushed bright red and she hid in Seth's shoulder, he placed his lips, unbashedly on the top of her head and she could feel the reassuring smile he gave her.

"Guys…this is Seth…"

So… I can't really tell you how sorry I am …life came hard and fast, and my computer died and…blah blah blah… anyway. I really hope you liked it. I feel like it was slightly rushed.

I'm trying to get more into her personal life a little bit. I'm going to have her be turning thirteen in a month from this chapter. You can expect to see a larger gap before updates and you can expect to see possibly longer updates.

I need a beta…or…I'm thinking of one…anyone wanna help me?

Spanish

Mi Luz-My light

Mi Alegria- My joy

Mi estrella- my star

Mona- monkey

Basta- Italian for 'stop' or 'enough'