A/N: S'up PLL fam? I somehow got roped into doing PLL prompts on tumblr, Emison more specifically. I don't actively seek them out, but I do occasionally get an ask that has a prompt that I feel like doing. I'm trying to get my ass organized and to get them all in one place. These little drabbles will be highly different than my stories "Matters of the Heart" and "Still Waters Run Deep" (which I'm still trying to perfect the final chapter for my lovely loyal readers, I promise). For one thing they aren't the length of a Shakespearean novel. And for another thing they aren't all connected.

As with everything I write, I have a hard time with my inner critic when I do prompts because I'm more acclimated to plotting out full stories with arcs and all that jazz, so when I do prompts I always look at it with that critical eye thinking that it looks incohesive and disjointed. Hopefully that's not the case. Hopefully my angsty inner self is just a judgemental ho. Regardless, the prompts are all going to make their big movie debut here on fanfic. Enjoy.


Prompt: Always wanted a fetus emison flashback scene where a guy asked Emily out and Alison came and took Emily's hand and they walked away.


Jealousy

Alison watched from across the courtyard. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she didn't like the fact that Ben Coogan was talking to Emily Fields.

Her Emily. Her Mermaid.

It wasn't uncommon for them to chat after swim practice, but something about Ben seemed different today. He had a certain cockiness in his strut that Alison didn't like.

They walked a little closer and Alison tried to pretend to be invested in writing in her diary. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Emily wrap her arms around herself. It was a telltale sign that she was uncomfortable. She'd had that nervous habit since she was a kid. It made Alison want to reach out and hug her.

Emily had always been the most shy of Alison's friends. And Alison was the only one who knew why. It had nothing to do with being raised in a strict military household. It was because she was hiding. Hiding from herself, from who she really was. Emily wasn't like the others. She was special. In more ways than one.

Alison had a fondness for her she didn't quite understand. She was, after all, Alison DiLaurentis...and she was fabulous. She didn't need validation from others. But for some reason she yearned for Emily's approval.

She didn't like it when other people got too close to her. She felt overprotective of her. Subconsciously, she knew the reason. But she would never admit it. She couldn't. But she knew it.

Ben was standing way too close to her kind brunette. And Alison had to fight her urge to kick a chair out in his path and watch him face-plant over it.

"So, Em, I was wondering something," Ben said as they slowed down, nearing where Alison was seated.

Don't. Alison growled in thought. Don't you dare. She's too good for you.

He tried to be coy and cute, pretending to be nervous as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. Alison wasn't naive enough to fall for that act. But Emily was trusting. Emily saw the good in everyone. She couldn't see what Ben was really doing, what he was really after. That boy wanted one thing, and one thing only. And Alison could see it written all over his face.

"We've been swimming together for years now…"

She's much better than you.

In every way.

"…and I was thinking…maybe one night we should get together and you know…"

If you even THINK about touching her I will destroy you.

"…hang out."

Alison knew EXACTLY what "hang out" meant to teenage boys like Ben. Get a girl drunk and then get handsy with her. She was not about to let that happen to her sweet Emily.

"Oh." Emily seemed surprised.

Alison saw her cheeks redden. She was so damn adorable when she was flustered. She was like a cute little puppy. And Alison was not going to let some sicko abuse her.

Tell him to get lost, Emily. Tell him that you're a queen and he's nothing more than a warty little frog.

"That's…um…I uh…" Emily was obviously flattered, but she didn't know how to turn him down.

Of course she didn't. She was Emily Fields. She was too nice. Alison couldn't watch her stutter any longer. She pushed herself up and looked over at them for the first time, her eyes immediately locking on Ben's.

Back off, creep. She thought to herself.

"Em, hey." Alison closed the distance between them.

"Alison?" Emily still seemed flustered.

"Sweetie, where have you been? I've been waiting for you." She strolled right next to Emily and casually grabbed her hand, earning a scowl from Ben. "Didn't you get my text?"

"Um…no. I just got out of practice."

Alison could tell. Her hair still smelled like chlorine. And she was still glistening from the water.

"What are you doing here?" Emily looked down at their joined hands, confused by the motion. Confused by Alison's presence. Just…confused.

"I thought we could go check out the new boutique sale. What do you say? Are you up for it?"

"We were kind of in the middle of something here." Ben sneered.

"Don't be selfish, Ben." She made sure the inflection in his name came across in a very 'I will kick you in the crotch' kind of way. "You've had Emily to yourself all afternoon. I just want to spend a little quality time with my best friend here."

"Best…" Emily shook her head, completely tongue-tied. She had no idea what was going on.

"I had this whole afternoon planned. It was all in my text." She lied, getting ready to fake a pout.

Emily nodded and smiled sweetly at her. That smile. Alison adored that smile. It could cure anything in her life that was wrong.

"Of course." Emily nodded. Alison knew she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to hang out with her. "Sorry, Ben. Maybe we can talk another time."

Or never. Alison thought to herself.

"I'll catch you at swim practice?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, sure." Ben nodded, walking away, but not before stealing one last angry glare at the blonde who had caused a foul in his play.

"I hope he's not too mad." Emily bit her lip.

"Oh, you care too much." Alison scoffed. It was actually one of the things she loved about her.

"So…" Emily looked at Alison, shifting shyly on her feet. "…uh…you're holding my hand."

"Yeah, so?" She wasn't ready to let her go.

"No, it's fine." Emily looked at her through a furrowed brow. "It's just…" She stared at her, Alison staring back, trying very hard not to get lost in her soft sienna eyes. "Alison, are you okay?"

"Of course." Alison nodded. "You just looked like you could use a lifeline."

Emily nodded in agreement.

"He caught me off-guard. I like Ben," she said. "But I don't like him like him."

He's not your type, sweetie. Why can't you just admit it?

"There are plenty of fish in the sea. And you're not going to find anything worthy in Rosewood's pool." Alison laughed. "So, are you up for shopping and dinner?"

"Oh, you were being serious about that? It wasn't just an excuse for me to get away from Ben?"

"Of course I was being serious." Alison nodded, almost a little insulted that Emily didn't think she wanted to spend time with her.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking Rive Gauche after our shopping spree. And then maybe we can take a walk or something afterwards. It's supposed to be a really nice night."

Alison had an idea in mind of where she wanted to take Emily after dinner. She'd often talked to her about 'The Kissing Rock', a spot out in the woods near a lake where teenagers went to make out. Emily had scoffed when Alison told the story about how when couples went out to the rock they felt the ghosts of the previous people who had visited encouraging them to kiss. But she'd looked a little intrigued by the idea. Alison hadn't been able to get her mind off of that rock since that day.

"Yeah, that would be cool." Emily looked excited.

"Great." Alison chirped bubbly. "Let's make a night out of it then." She started walking forward.

"Alison," Emily said, calling for her attention. "You're still holding my hand." She looked down at their interlaced fingers.

Alison's face softened and she smiled at Emily. All Emily could do was smile back.


A/N: I've got a few more prompts to move over here from tumblr, mostly domestic family Emison (which is a popular request). I do have a couple of asks on tumblr that I'm mulling over right now as well. I'll update as I go along.