Disclaimer: I don't own PLL.

Warnings: This work contains foul language, sex scenes, child abuse, attempted sexual abuse, violence etc. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

"Well this isn't awkward at all," Spencer sarcastically muttered as the group sat for dinner at the Grille.

The large party had met on neutral ground as an attempt to bridge some gaps in their little Rosewood family. Hanna and her mother sat across from each other, Alison next to Hanna, Emily next to Alison of course and Spencer and Aria next to Emily. Mrs Hastings sat next to Mrs Marin across from Alison and Wayne and Pam sat opposite Emily and Spencer respectively, with Aria's mother across from her own daughter.

All the adults were on their best behaviour the wine freely flowing, Mrs Marin was especially interested in checking up on Alison every second she got making sure the girl was happy and smiling at her whenever she caught Alison's eye. The blonde played it off to being the only child without a parent at the table.

Kenneth and Jessica DiLaurentis were much too busy to pay attention to their daughter's friends and friends' families. They certainly weren't about to disturb their busy weeknight of drinking in separate parts of the house to support Alison and her girlfriend. The blonde tried not to feel bitter about their absence.

Veronica Hastings was also incredibly supportive of Emily and Alison, since housing Emily through out the fall out between the Fields she had been nothing but a pillar of support for the couple. Veronica was making conversation with Pam Fields as best she could as Mrs Fields kept scrutinizing Alison and her daughter's interactions. Emily seemed to have decided her mother's judgement didn't phase her though and was leaning into Alison's ear making the blonde giggle all through out dinner.

Aria's mother Ella Montgomery, her father suspiciously absent, was in full teacher mode trying to help move the conversation along and focused on making 'Gay' a non threatening word for Mrs Fields. Wayne Fields spent the entire dinner in pain, not just as the lone male, but also because his wife would squeeze his hand especially hard to suppress her urge to comment or argue with everyone at the table.

On the whole it could have been worse Alison figured. Holding Emily's hand securely in her own under the table, surrounded by her supportive friends well that made it a pretty great night.

When the bill had been split and everyone said their goodbyes out the front of the Grille, the Hastings', Alison and Emily all waited with the brunette's parents anxiously.

"Well thank you for a lovely evening, Pam, Wayne," Veronica politely thanked the Fields.

"It was great to catch up," Wayne smiled at the Veronica and shook her hand tightly.

He moved over to his daughter and pulled her into a big hug.

"I love you, Emmy," he whispered in her ear. "Nothing changes that."

Alison watched as Emily clung to her father desperately. Mrs Fields stood nearby hesitant and obviously itching to go and Alison wanted to slap the woman. Wayne stepped back from his daughter finally and tried to smile at her.

"We'll talk more soon," he promised.

Emily nodded and wiped at her eyes.

Wayne gave Pam a none too subtle shove and Mrs Fields stepped up to her daughter.

"Emmy I…" Pam looked to the three other people staring at them and Veronica cleared her throat.

"Spencer, Alison lets wait in the car," Veronica called.

"But I-"

Alison tried to argue but Spencer looped their arms and dragged her away. The blonde looked back to Emily desperately and tried to convey with her eyes that she didn't want to leave. Emily nodded that she understood and mouthed I love you as the blonde was hurled around the corner.

Alison grumbled in Mrs Hastings car and wouldn't even look at Spencer who sat in the front seat trying to get the blonde to play a game with her. Alison just crossed her arms and stared out the window sulking.

After what felt like hours Emily opened the back door and slid in, her cheeks were tear stained and Alison slid across the seat to pull Emily into her arms.

"I'm fine, Ali," Emily assured her girlfriend. "We had a good talk."

Alison didn't let go of Emily though and kept stroking the brunette's hair as she held her mermaid to her.

"Thank you for dinner, Mrs Hastings I think it really helped," Emily politely smiled, even with Alison hanging off her.

Mrs Hastings smiled from the drivers seat.

"You're welcome dear," Mrs Hastings beamed. "Alison let her go you need to put your seat belt on."

Alison grudgingly let go of Emily and slid into her seat as they began the short drive back to the Hastings' house.

"Did they say when you can move back in?" Spencer asked Emily. "Not that I don't like having you around but-"

"I get it, Spence," Emily smiled at her rambling friend."We talked about it… my mom still needs more time."

Alison took Emily's hand pulling it into her lap so she could play with her mermaid's fingers.

"Well you're more than welcome to stay for however long you need or want, Emily," Mrs Hastings' made it known and Emily squeezed Alison's fingers.

"Thank you Mrs Hastings' for everything," Emily softly uttered.

When they finally got back to the house Alison bid good night to Spencer and Veronica and lingered at the backdoor with Emily.

She leaned up, wrapping her arms around Emily's neck kissing her mermaid deeply as Emily's hands settled on her waist.

"I'm so proud of you," Alison gushed as she pulled back staring into Emily's eyes when they opened, in wonder.

"Me? I didn't do anything.."

Alison placed a finger over Emily's lips.

"You're amazing," Alison admired. "And so kind and forgiving and beautiful-"

"Ali," Emily whined flushing under Alison's praise and pulling away from her finger.

"And easily embarrassed," Alison chuckled.

Emily pressed her nose against Alison's softly.

"I love you," Emily whispered.

"I love you too," Alison grinned, moaning when Emily seized her lips again.

"Good night, Alison," Mrs Hastings called from upstairs and the porch light shut off.

Alison and Emily broke apart giggling at being caught and Alison stole another quick kiss from her mermaid before she reluctantly untangled herself. Alison started out the door when Emily caught her hand and Alison trailed her fingers across Emily's until she couldn't reach anymore. She smiled sadly walking backwards to blow Emily a kiss before she disappeared into the night.

The Hastings' dining room table was covered with an incredible selection of breakfasts foods. After the lovely dinner at the Grille where Emily's mother had finally started coming around to the idea of Alison and Emily as a couple, the brunette wanted to do something special for Mrs Hastings, since the woman had so kindly opened her home to the brunette.

Alison had been awoken at the butt crack of dawn by Emily who wanted her girlfriend's help with breakfast, Spencer had already been roped into the massive project and was wide awake when the blonde sleepily trudged through the Hastings' backdoor.

Pancakes, french toast, four different kinds of eggs, bacon, fresh fruit and a mountain of toast all littered the table, with spreads and syrups interspersed between the plates. There was fresh squeezed orange juice and strawberry smoothie, because it was Alison's favourite, as well as a collection of brand name juices for the truly picky. All and all it looked like a decadent feast, though not all the Hastings' were so easily impressed.

Melissa had sat tersely while everyone helped themselves, Veronica couldn't stop gushing about the spread but Melissa wouldn't take her eyes off Alison and the blonde stared straight back.

"I can't believe we're going to have breakfast like the little home wrecker isn't sitting right there," Melissa cried pointing at Alison.

"Melissa thats enough," Veronica warned.

"Enough?" Melissa scoffed. "She ruined me and Ian, she turned Spencer against her own family and she outed Dad's affair like she had any right!"

"Ian was a creep and Alison only did what she thought was right," Spencer yelled at her sister.

Emily stared at her plate clearly not wanting to get involved and Alison just watched the interaction like it was a cable program, she was definitely rooting for Spencer. Though she had changed and was generally working towards becoming a better person there was a still a part of Alison that thrived on chaos and juicy drama and the Hasting's sisters were usually full of both.

"Girls," Veronica snapped silencing the two.

"She started it," they echoed together glaring at each other murderously.

"Melissa, Spencer is right," Veronica noted, her eldest daughter huffed while the youngest looked stunned that her mother had actually sided with her. "If you can't sit here and eat this lovely meal politely you can leave."

"Fine," Melissa huffed standing from the table before pilling her plate aggressively and storming up the stairs.

"I apologize for my daughter, Emily and Alison," Veronica politely offered, the blonde waved her off well aware that no one could control Melissa Hastings. "Emily you really didn't have to go to all this trouble but it all smells delicious."

"We helped," Spencer gestured between herself and Alison.

Well Spencer had helped Alison had tried to distract the chef with kisses and cuddles, too sleepy to really be of any use and rather just clung to Emily like a koala. Until she had been promptly banned from the kitchen by the head chef.

"My mother always said not to wait until you're leaving to say thank you," Emily smiled and then looked down at her plate obviously troubled by the reminder that her mother was still upset with her.

Alison leaned across the table and squeezed Emily's hand, the brunette smiled at her thankfully and Alison pulled their joint hands to her lips, kissing along Emily's knuckles lightly.

"Ugh not at the breakfast table," Spencer groaned but she smiled teasingly at Alison when the blonde glared at her.

Emily ducked her head in embarrassment and pulled her hand away shyly.

"Don't listen to Spencer, Emily," Veronica assured the brunette. "You can be as affectionate as you want in this house."

Alison's eyebrows lowered mischievously and Veronica caught the blonde's gaze.

"On second thought keep it G rated," Veronica muttered and Spencer cackled as Alison rolled her eyes.

Emily just blushed under the attention.

"Try to the orange juice, mom," Spencer poured Veronica a glass. "I squeezed it myself."

"Its lovely Spencer," Veronica praised. "You girls have really out done yourselves,I'm thinking of filing papers so I can adopt Emily, these pancakes are tremendous."

Emily flushed under the praise and Alison just smiled at her adorable mermaid, her thoughts flittering to more breakfast tables in the future, with dogs under foot and happy gurgling babies with soulful brown eyes. The blonde couldn't help but sigh happily.

It had finally happened, though Alison couldn't decide if she was happy or worried, she settled on a mixture of both and just tried to be there for her lover. Emily was over the moon, walking on cloud nine and Alison was happy for her mermaid. Pam had finally come around, enough to want Emily back at the house and after some tearful conversations Emily had been reassured by her mother and father that they weren't going to shut Alison out of Emily's life.

Things were finally looking up, the blonde's home life wasn't too bad either for the most part Jessica avoided Alison, and when the older woman did lash out it was verbal rather than physical. It wasn't better but it was something Alison told herself she could deal with. Veronica Hastings' threats seemed to have actually reached Jessica DiLaurentis and Alison was both grateful and concerned of the potential backlash.

Emily's parents though were on track to being welcoming. Wayne had even given Alison a big hug, which was only slightly dampened by the tight lipped smile Pam had bestowed upon the blonde. None the less Emily was moving back and so all of Emily's stuff had to move back. As the 'best girlfriend Emily had ever had', Alison took great pleasure in her title (even though no here knew what a dig it was), Alison was 'managing' the operation, lounging on the guest bed as Emily and Spencer carried boxes back and forth.

"How did you end up with this much stuff in a week?" Spencer grumbled as she lifted another box.

"My girl likes to be comfortable," Alison smirked at Spencer and then winked deviously at Emily.

Emily's dark eyes simmered at Alison and Spencer groaned as the couple got lost in each other.

"If you guys are going to start something again I'm going to get the hose," Spencer warned. "It'll reach."

Emily just rolled her eyes at Spencer, she definitely picking up some of Ali's mannerisms, and headed down stairs with her own box.

"Are you even going to help?" Spencer huffed the box in her arms tilting dangerously.

"I am helping," Alison muttered as she flipped another page in her magazine. "I'm staying out of the way and not distracting Emily."

She smiled up at Spencer and chuckled when Spencer rolled her eyes, before the box in the brunette's arms toppled to the side and everything fell out. Spencer huffed bending down to start picking it up and Alison climbed off the bed to finally help. As she crouched down next to Spencer and started folding clothes back into the box a small bottle caught her eye poking out of the pocket of Spencer's sweat pants.

Alison titled her head trying to examine it. It was a see through orange bottle with a white lid and Alison suddenly recognized it even without being able to read the label. Spencer's ADHD pills.

Alison looked to Spencer sharply but the brunette was too busy rearranging things in the box to notice that Alison was staring at her in horror.

The blonde wasn't sure of what to do, she knew Spencer was still taking them and that it would only lead to a harder fall if she let this continue. But Spencer could easily blow her top and never speak to Ali again if the blonde called her out. Alison warred with her indecision for a moment and then as Spencer stood Alison shoved her hard.

"What the hell?" Spencer cried stumbling slightly and her pill bottle came lose.

"Spencer I'm so sorry," Alison cried, holding out a hand to steady Spencer before she bent down and scooped up the pill bottle curiously.

"Don't look at that," Spencer shrieked trying to grab for it. "Its mine."

Alison read the label.

"Spence," she sighed. "These are really bad for you."

"I need them," Spencer snapped successfully snatching them from Alison's hand.

"Does your mother know?" Alison asked crossing her arms at her friend.

"No," Spencer mumbled before her tune flipped like a switch. "Please, Ali you can't tell."

Spencer grabbed a hold of Alison desperately.

"Please, she can't find out," Spencer begged, sinking to her knees in front of Alison.

"Spencer," Alison called trying to break through Spencer's rising hysteria. "I'm not going to tell ok."

Spencer sagged against her in relief and hiccuped trying to catch her breath. Alison ran a hand through Spencer's hair trying to calm the girl.

"But you need to stop taking them," Alison warned.

"I need them," Spencer muttered into Alison's stomach.

"No you don't Spence," Alison soothed, her hand still stroking the brunette's hair softly. "You're brilliant and funny and sweet and you don't need these pills."

"I do, Ali," Spencer cried. "You don't understand the pressure and-"

"Shh hey," Alison pushed Spencer back slightly so she could crouch down in front of the distressed girl. "Spence look at me."

Spencer met her eyes reluctantly.

"I'm your sister right," Alison smiled warmly and Spencer nodded like a little kid. "So I care about your well being, this is not good for you and its only going to get worse."

Spencer frowned deeply.

"You don't need to be the smartest and the best all the time," Alison promised. "You just need to be the Spencer we all love. Can you do that?"

Spencer nodded a little as Alison's words finally sunk in.

"Can we throw these away?" Alison asked gently, pointing to the bottle.

Spencer looked to the pills and then to Alison warring with herself.

"Can you do it?" Spencer pressed the bottle into Alison's hand, she was only shaking a touch. "I don't… I don't trust myself."

Alison took the bottle slowly.

"Of course," Alison sighed relieved and kissed the top of Spencer's head. "Thank you, Sis."

Spencer slummed against her shoulder and Alison pocketed the pills before she pulled the brunette into her arms securely. She didn't think this was the end but at least Spencer seemed willing to relinquish the pills for now. Alison would have to get rid of them far from either of their houses.

Emily came back for more boxes and took in the sight of Spencer slummed in Alison's arms, Alison gave her a look and nodded her head that they needed a bit more time. Though Emily furrowed her brow she did as Alison directed and left the two on the floor in the guest bedroom.

Alison snuck through the backdoor late that night, quietly still buzzing from her meeting with Emily in their treehouse, just because Emily had moved back in with her parents didn't mean they couldn't still sneak out for a quickie in their favourite hiding spot. Alison desperately needed a shower though and grinned at the thought as to why. She was halfway through the house heading for the stairs when she heard a crash from her father's study and then anger voices rising.

She crept through the dark hallway towards the only source of light spilling out of the partially open door of the study.

"I told you to clean up your act," Kenneth DiLaurentis roared. "You are an embarrassment to this family!"

"Well it shouldn't matter to you since you're not my real father!" Jason screamed back.

"Who told you that?" Kenneth bellowed. "Where did you hear that?!"

Jason said something Alison couldn't quite hear from where she was and the next thing she heard was another loud crash before Jason was thrown out the door. He slammed into the wall painfully and winced catching sight of Alison in the shadows.

He pushed himself off the wall slowly and then looked to Alison, she felt like he was looking right through her before he turned and stormed out the front door. Slamming it behind him, she wondered briefly where he kept disappearing.

"Jason?" Kenneth bellowed from the study.

Alison crept closer and snuck her head round the door slowly, her father sat in one of his leather chairs facing his desk and away from the door, Alison could see he had gotten in to his scotch, the canister half empty and his glass half full.

"Jason?" he asked turning as Alison's foot creaked on the floorboards.

"No Dad it's just me," Alison hesitated before stepping into the room.

She moved around the room cautiously, while her father had never actually hit her she knew he was prone to outbursts much like her mother, though his usual target was Jason.

"Al," Kenneth smiled clearly intoxicated as she sat in the chair next to his.

Now was as good time as any to get some answers Alison decided.

"Dad do you know a Bethany Young?" Alison asked softly.

"No," Kenneth snapped irritably, shaking his glass. "Why are you in here? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Are you sure?" Alison questioned pressing on. "Maybe Mom knows-"

"Don't talk about your mother to me," Kenneth roared angrily, slumming into his leather chair like a petulant child. "Woman bleeds me dry I tell you."

"Dad please this is important do you know anything about Radley the-"

"Don't go asking questions about that terrible place, Alison," Kenneth warned his eyes hardening. "I'm warning you nothing good goes in that place and you can be damn sure no good comes out."

Alison sat silently watching as Kenneth poured himself another drink.

"Where's your brother?" he asked looking around.

"He left," Alison muttered.

"Typical useless boy," Kenneth mumbled. "No matter I have two perfect little girls I don't need an ungrateful bastard walking around with my name."

Alison perked up at that.

"Two?" Alison questioned hesitantly.

"What?" Kenneth looked over at her as though he'd just realized she was in the room, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

"Two. You said two little girls," Alison pressed.

Kenneth shuffled in his seat.

"I've been drinking I-"

"Daddy please," Alison implored. "Please tell me the truth."

Kenneth sighed deeply and stared off into the night out the window.

"I knew Jason wasn't my son when your mother was pregnant with you," he said finally.

"How?"

"The doctor was concerned that you had an immune disease they wanted to run a lot of follow up tests and they found that your mother and I are both carriers," Kenneth took a long sip of his scotch.

"So, that doesn't-"

"They didn't do that with Jason," He looked over to Alison letting the words sink in.

"You figured out he wasn't yours that early?" Alison puzzled.

Kenneth nodded.

"What did you do?" Alison asked watching him carefully.

"What any man would do I got drunk and I got even," Kenneth took another sip. Coughing slightly when the alcohol burned.

"Dad what are you saying?" Alison hedged gently.

"I ran into her at a bar and we just talked and next thing I know-"

"Please no. I get it," Alison shuddered holding up her hand to try and block out the mental images.

"She called me and told me months later and I told her it wasn't my problem to tell her husband it was his."

"She's married?"

"Was."

Alison sank back into her chair trying to process this information.

"So I have a sister. A half sister?"

"Yes."

"Does Mom know?"

"No, no and she'll never find out," Kenneth turned to her sharply and firmly pointed his finger at her. "I swear to god Alison no more games. You keep your mouth shut."

Alison nodded the hair on the back of her neck rising.

"Where is she?" she asked cautiously.

Kenneth stared at her blankly, blinking slowly as the alcohol worked its magic.

"My sister where is she? Is she in Rosewood? Philadelphia? Where?" Alison could feel her voice rising frantically.

"You already know her," Kenneth smiled an almost proud father smile as he stared out the window again lost in his own head. "You look so much alike now."

Alison stared at him in horror.

"My beautiful blonde angels," Kenneth sighed into his scotch.

"Dad who is she?" Alison whispered though she already had a name in mind.

"My little girls," Kenneth muttered to himself. "Alison and-"

"Hanna," Alison finished.

Kenneth smiled and nodded.

"Ashley picked the name but I always liked it," he muttered. "Alison and Hanna."

Alison's mind was reeling. Hanna was her half sister, her younger half sister. Alison rubbed a hand across her face, did her mother know? Was the other dress for Hanna? Why would Jessica DiLaurentis care about her husband's illegitimate daughter? This didn't add up.

"Dad-"

Kenneth was snoring in his leather chair and Alison sighed. He wasn't going to be of any use tonight and who knew what he'd do when he found out what Alison now knew. She slipped away quietly hoping the scotch would blank his memory and if worse came to worse she'd play it off as a alcohol fuelled dream he'd had.

But now there were new questions. Did Hanna know they were related? No. Hanna would have said something, would have told Alison as soon as she knew. Oh god how was she going to tell Hanna.