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"We should uh… get going" she told Seth, loud enough for Gaby and Shay to hear so they got the hint.

He nodded, "do you have your bag?" she reached under the table to grab it, but Seth reached out as soon as she got her grip on it, "Here, let me take it." She handed it over and he grabbed his own bag, pulling it up as he attempted to 'wave' goodbye to the men of the firehouse, "Thanks guys" he said before following Emily out to the ambo where they'd sit on the bench in the back to ride over in silence. As soon as they were situated and driving, Emily comfortably rested her head on his shoulder and allowed his arm around her waist to hold onto her hand. This was going to be interesting, Gaby meeting Abby Lee Miller for the first time, possibly- and hopefully not- wanting to sit in the skybox and watch until a call came in.

Even in the most simplistic of times, like this one, Emily's mind can't help but stray to the days leading up to the day. If only she hadn't rushed them so much, if only she wasn't as loud, if only the other driver had stayed on his side of the interstate. But she did rush them, she wasn't quiet, and he didn't stay on his side. Because in all reality, it was a pile-up, and there were five cars involved in the accident, and Emily was one of three to survive that crash. Unfortunately however, the other two weren't from her car. Maybe that wouldn't have been fair. Entire cars died, full to the brim with fatalities.

Her mind couldn't help but stray, and it wasn't as if she and Seth would be talking, so her zone out went unnoticed by the rest of the bodies in the ambulance, and Basil could only helplessly listen from the front seat as Emily's vision narrowed until her vision went black.

"Are you excited?" 17 year old Gabriela Dawson asked from the driver seat as her eyes darted from the review to the road. Emily, bouncy as always, tottered back and forth in her car-seat in Gaby's car on their way to her studio. It was a rather new studio she was going to, and Gaby was only dropping off the incredibly independent young five year old for nearly an entire day of dance.

"Of course! I get to work on my solo for the competition today! Isn't that exciting?!" she squealed, leaning as far forward in the restrictive car-seat as possible. Gaby released a small laugh at how much energy the little tot behind her had. It was insane, if she had that much energy, she'd either be insane or people would think she was on ecstasy- and she was definitely neither of those.

"Why doesn't anyone ever stay to watch me? Only mumma does, but why don't you or Tony? I want you guys to see me!" the little girl whined, sitting back in her car-seat heavily and letting out a huff.

Gaby scoffed, "I can't today monkey, I already made plans. I'll pick you up. But you always tell us to come to your competitions, and we do, you say you want all your hard work to be a surprise. Are you going to have a gymnastics meet soon?" she asked.

"I dunno. Miss Abby said she wants me to focus on my dances. But I do a lot of acro tricks, so she says I haven't totally abandonded it." Emily replied, frowning to herself as she thought about the sentence.

Gaby released a chuckle and began slowing down as she approached the turn to the studio. They sat in the middle of the road for literally five minutes because of the traffic; in that period of time, Emily and the rest of the car had gone quiet. She was thinking, thinking hard, and when Emily Dawson thought really hard about something, it meant something was wrong.

Pulling across the left lane and into the studio, Gabriela parked and swiveled in her chair to look at her mother's tiny twin behind her, "What are you thinking about monkey?" she asked sincerely, searching the little girl's eyes and face for an answer.

"Thanks for driving" she said simply and unbuckled the few buckles and jumped down to the floor of the van, still standing up straight, and pulled open the door to go to the studio.

Gaby, confused, let it go and got out, pulled open the trunk and reached for Emily's monogrammed dance bag. It was blue, with black and green polka dots and trim, her monogram in purple on the front- EDR- her name under it- Emily Rose Dawson.

"Do I need to walk you in?" Gabriela asked, dropping to her knees on the rocks to quickly fix Emily's hair and help her with the bag.

"I can manage. Love you" she said, still looking at her feet. Gaby, surprised and worried at this sudden display of withdrawal, kissed Emily on the cheek with a stunned look and watched as her little sister turned and walked defeatedly away from her and towards the studio. Her hair swishing slightly with the breeze that fluttered the leaves in the trees.

"Left into this parking lot and we're here." She heard Seth say to her sister in the driver's seat of the ambo. She pulled into the turn lane and they sat.

"Same place?" she asked to seemingly no one in particular.

"Hmm?" Emily replied, returning from her stupor, "Uh, yeah. Same place. Still amazing." She finished.

You okay? Emily heard from her mind.

Yes, I'm fine Basil, thanks for watching out.

You know I watch this stuff happen to you. And it really scares me. Maybe you should tell someone about your flashbacks. The wolf responded

I think I'm alright. But I do appreciate you watching out. She responded.

It's kind of why you got me. Emily chuckled inwardly for a moment and returned to the present once again to find Seth staring at her. But she only waved it off as Gaby finally found an opening to turn and pulled into the vaguely familiar parking lot.

"Oh shit…" Shay mumbled from the front seat and sunk slightly in her chair. Gaby shot her a weird look and parked in the back, taking up two half-hazard spots as usual and killing the engine to come around and unlock the back doors for Emily and Seth to exit the ambo.

Seth jumped out first and turned back around, "Hand me your bag" he instructed Emily, taking it from her and setting it on the pavement before reaching up a hand to assist her down.

"Where is your stuff?" Emily asked before realizing he had jumped down with it and it was on the pavement next to her own dance bag.

"Abby Lee Dance Company?" Shay asked from behind the couple. Her face looked weird, almost an 'are you serious?' face.

"Ahh…Yeah. Why?" Emily asked.

"This is where I used to…" She was promptly cut off by a shrill scream attached to a name from across the parking lot and a tiny figure dressed in pink barreling as fast as she could towards the ambo and its five passengers.

"Emily!" Haley screamed, dropping her backpack and taking off towards them. Gaby turned to look at Emily with an amused smile as a grin spread across the almost-teenager's face and she crouched to the ground to accept the incoming bullet that would only be stopped by Emily's arms as they encased her in a hug.

"Hi baby, how are you?" Emily asked, standing and propping the girl on her hip.

"This is my sister, also known as the mutant roadrunner, Haley. Haley say hello don't be rude." Seth explained to Gaby and Shay before turning to Haley to instruct her to be polite.

"Hellloooo!" she sang to Emily's sisters, holding her arm out straight and rotating her hand in an awkward wave.

"Well hello there" Shay laughed, poking Haley in her side and smiling at Emily, "how are you?"

"Much better now that I'm with Emmy and Sethasaurous" she explained to Shay with twinkly-eyed smile.

Emily set her down and turned to her sister, "Well, uh, thanks for the ride" she said, hoping that they would just decide to go back in case they got a call.

"Uh uh" Gaby hummed, "I told you I was gonna meet your teacher, lead the way." Gaby told her, swiping her hand toward the building to motion for Emily to start walking. So she did, and led the way into the studio with Haley holding tight with both hands to her own left one. Her steps were off pace and nervous, she didn't want this meet to happen; her white-knuckle grip on a fistful of Basil's hair was evidence of her inner struggle to control her panic.

Seth broke off for a quick minute to give his foster sister a thank you- an amazing friend to the trio and especially Seth and Emily at school, where things usually didn't work out in their favor. The girl's long, dark tresses hung around her face, her dark eyes lightening as she waved to Emily and blew Haley a kiss.

Catching back up, Seth followed the 4 women into the studio, bypassing everyone to set their things in the den.

"Thanks Melissa" Emily chimed, signing the three names onto the clipboard and following Seth into the den, both of her girls close beside her. Melissa kept her head down as she eyed the two new women in less-than-impressive blue slack and gray t-shirt uniforms.

"Shoes off or you'll get yelled at" Emily called over her shoulder to her sisters in an annoyed fashion, barely giving them a second glance as she pushed the studio door open and padded across the room to sit next to Brooke.

Following suit, Gaby and Shay gave each other that, "She's doing it" look and found it logical to stand with the older women in the room, also holding their shoes by their sides and waiting around for someone.

"Atten-tion!" screamed a low, gravelly voice at the same time that the door to the den swung open. A large, middle aged woman crashed through the door to the den and stopped short, "Oh hello" she said to Gaby and Shay, flashing a small, confused smirk at Shay before continuing to the front of the room to the mirrors. Sending a sideways glance towards Emily as she walked, the soon-to-be teen gave a slight shake of her head and rolled her eyes, the appearance of tears glistening the whites of her eyes as they caught the light.

"I called attention" she sounded annoyed; "This means you stand and line up" she informed them sarcastically and watched as the 10 of them scrambled to their feet and into a half-hearted line. Emily linked her pinkie finger with Brooke's before resting a hand on Haley's back, who had her fingers threading through the belt loops on Emily's jeans.

"Emily, you aren't dressed" Abby started, her eyes roaming the jeans and boots the girl was wearing. Her voice was that of defeat, like she'd come to this conclusion too many times in recent days.

"I didn't have time, we were…"

Abby cut her off, "Seth is dresses! Didn't have time or didn't want to? I know you're insecure about your legs, but no one cares about the scars, be proud of them. Don't wallow. 20 pushups then go get dressed.

Rolling her eyes, Emily slouched her shoulders and tromped to the back of the room, dropping to the floor do finish out her pushups. She watched as Brooke's hand fell to her hip and Haley slinked over to Seth, hooking her fingers in the waist-band of his shorts. The first few push-ups took no effort, and she was done by the time the bottom of the pyramid was finished receiving the knife-like words Abby throws around.

Finished, Emily stood and pushed into the den, dressing quickly into light gray leggings, going down to her ankles, pulling on her turn-pads and soft black-cotton shorts over the leggings. She tugged on a white sports bra and a teal colored tank top. The last thing she did was pull her hair high onto her head and throw the previous outfit into her bag before dragging herself back into the studio to get dropped again.

Returning to the room, Emily noticed Abby send another look at Shay, who reacted by blushing and bowing her head the way she does when she feels awkward or embarrassed. Ripping the last piece of white photo-paper from the mirror, both Emily's and Brooke's faces broke into ear-to-ear grins, "You'll have a solo this week Brooke. Don't let me down."

"Now" she continued, "We are doing a group number; I have four solos and a duet. Our group number is a hip hop number…" the moms interrupted with a groan and Shay and Gaby looked around in amusement at the reaction, "It's called Don't Ask, Just Tell." Shay's jaw went slack and she sent a questioning look towards Emily, who gauged her reaction with weary features, "Brooke, you are on top, you have a solo called Arm Yourself. Maddie, you will do a solo entitled Uphill Battle, and Kendall, you will have a solo called Secrets and Lies. Emily, your solo will be called hallelujah, and you still have your duet with Tyler."

Abby took one last, long look at Emily's sisters before a wide, toothy grin splayed itself across her features, "I know who you are!" she said to them, and Shay looked up at her, "Leslie Elizabeth Shay!"

Her face had a quick moment to go bright red before she said three words, "Hello Ms. Abby."

Alright guys, I'm sorry it took so long, but here it is. I don't feel like this chapter went so well, and it's really mean of me to make you wait for so long and then give you a sucky update. But here it is.

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It was too short wasn't it…working on that too

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For those of who, probably all, who don't watch Dance Moms, this isn't going to be crossover enough for it to be labeled as such, but I needed an amazing place for her to dance, and I know of that place.

I'm changing some things. The brown haired girl is Seth's foster sister, she is not adopted yet, don't know if she will ever be, but she is close with Seth and Haley and company. The actress, should you want to know what she looks like, I'm modeling her after Selena Gomez cause I'm a dork.

I found an excuse, Gaby is only Emily's sister, Emily doesn't necessarily have to look like her sister, just her mom, so their mom looks like Naya Rivera, which is why Emily Is being modeled as such.

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