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I Go On Chapter 7 is posted!

Summary:  After a traumatic confrontation and an unexpected falling out with the women closest to her, Spencer disappears from Rosewood. Toby has been on her trail for years but he's only met dead ends - until help comes from a surprising source. With Mona's help Toby is closer than he's ever been, but like everything in Rosewood nothing is ever as it seems.

[beedomeemaw]

Chapter Six of I Go On is up!

After a traumatic confrontation and an unexpected falling out with the women closest to her, Spencer disappears from Rosewood. Toby has been on her trail for years but he's only met dead ends - until help comes from a surprising source. With Mona's help Toby is closer than he's ever been, but like everything in Rosewood nothing is ever as it seems.

[beedomeemaw]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: After a traumatic confrontation and an unexpected falling out with the women closest to her, Spencer disappears from Rosewood. Toby has been on her trail for years but he's only met dead ends - until help comes from a surprising source. With Mona's help Toby is closer than he's ever been, but like everything in Rosewood nothing is ever as it seems.

Chapter 5 is up!

[beedomeemaw]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After a traumatic confrontation and an unexpected falling out with the women closest to her, Spencer disappears from Rosewood. Toby has been on her trail for years but he's only met dead ends - until help comes from a surprising source. With Mona's help Toby is closer than he's ever been, but like everything in Rosewood nothing is ever as it seems.

Chapter 4 is up!

[beedomeemaw]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:  Spencer disappears from Rosewood one night and Toby and Mona have taken it upon themselves to track her down and bring her home safe - but the closer they get to finding her the more it becomes clear that she doesn't want to be found. Can they wade through all the aliases, dead ends and betrayals and find her? Or is Spencer Hastings gone for good?

Relationships: Toby/Spencer, Mike Montgomery/Mona Vanderwaal, Aria Montgomery/Ezra Fitz

Characters: Spencer Hastings, Mona Vanderwaal, Toby Cavanaugh, Emily Fields, Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, Mike Montgomery, Caleb Rivers, CeCe Drake

I started this in the fall and picked it up again after the 6B premiere - I just posted Chapter 3!

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Series: returning Chapter Title: confinement Author: agentshuntingbird Pairing: Hanna/Caleb (eventually); Bellamy/Clarke (eventually); Hanna/Clarke friendship (eventually); Caleb/Bellamy friendship (eventually) Fandom: Pretty Little Liars / The 100 with a heavy influence from The 100 book series. Rating: K+ Summary: for my lovely @tyshley​ and her desire to have a haleb/the 100 cross over. i know that caleb doesn’t appear in this chapter, but it’s more focused on hanna than anyone else. with mentions of clarke.

Heat. All she could feel was heat. It wasn’t as if the stickiness was unexpected, but Hanna still didn’t like to perspire. There had been rumors throughout the juvenile detention block about how the Ark was dying, but she had never believed it. Besides, even if it was, what could she do about it? She was stuck in her tiny cell with only her fellow delinquent as company. Her cellmate was fine, as fine as two teenage girls stuck in a seven by seven cell could be. The girl’s name was Clarke and, unlike Hanna’s silky smooth blonde hair, hers tended to be like a wave cascading down the shorter girl’s back; sometimes Hanna wished she had such lovely hair.

But they rarely had anything to say other than small talk. Not much happened in the detention block that everyone didn’t know about. She could sometimes overhear other juveniles talking in their cells about what they did to end up there, but Hanna had never dared to ask that question. It wasn’t because she thought Clarke did something terrible like murder or an illegal spacewalk. It was because Hanna didn’t want to share her crime, her secret.

On the Ark, dying or not, population control had long been in place. There was an entire process to getting married, having a child, and even getting a divorce. In history class, Hanna could remember reading about times where people drunkenly got married, accidentally got pregnant, and had five or six divorces in their lifetime. Such things where unthinkable now.

There was a courting ritual of sorts, at least when it came to actually getting married. The High Council could care less about teenagers dating and their out of control hormones. But actually getting married? That was a whole other situation. It wasn’t as simple as simply applying for a marriage license, saying ‘I do’ in front of a legitimate judge, and then being bound forever. When a couple deemed they were truly and deeply in love and wanted to spend their lives together, they would have to submit a form to the High Council, each undergo physicals, and then have a genetic simulation done of what kind of child they would have. If they managed to pass everything, and their generated child would be a productive member of society, they were granted permission to wed. If they were denied for any reason, both received marks in their records that would make it impossible for them to ever marry.

Women were allowed one child, no more. And that child was supposed to be conceived, with permission, when the woman was somewhere between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-four. If that window was missed, the woman would have an operation on her twenty-fifth birthday that left it impossible for her to have children. The operation had never been explained to Hanna; then again science things tended to go over her head, but she also wasn’t twenty-five, so it didn’t matter — at least not yet.

Divorce was still another matter entirely. It was almost an archaic concept no longer used. If two people no longer wanted to be married, they simply did not live together anymore. Actually being allowed to sever the ties of marriage was only granted on special occasion that nearly no one understood. It seemed to be rarely thought of and mentioned even less. It wasn’t as if people remarried after getting a divorce or anything. And there was no way to avoid their former spouse; the Ark was not a big place after all.

But Hanna’s problems didn’t stem from marriage or divorce, except for maybe in the abstract concept of how her father left her mother for another woman and Hanna had severe trust issues because of it. No, her problem had been small until two weeks before. It hadn’t been visible really. She had, however, confessed to the High Council instead of being turned in by one of the local snitches.

Hanna Marin, all of seventeen years in age, was pregnant. And, as far as the High Council knew, she had no clue who the father was, so it was as if she was getting double the punishment since they had no male counterpart to also lock away. Progress was beneficial sometimes, and the High Council had realized fifty years earlier that simply punishing a girl for getting pregnant without permission was not far nor did it send the proper message.

But Hanna did know who the father was; she had forced herself not to say anything to anyone. He was already detained when she turned herself in and it would be his second offense. When juveniles ended up with two black marks on their records they didn’t have the possibility of a reprieve on their eighteenth birthday; they didn’t have the chance to even have a eighteenth birthday. No, a second violation meant that they were floated — immediately.

But she didn’t have time to think about his fate or her fate or the fate of their little one because there was a new rumor buzzing around the steel walls. The talk of how the Ark was dying had been replaced with a hum of how they were being sent to Earth. That was the same as being floated since Earth was still a toxic, unlivable planet. Only, it was worse because they were being used as lab rats before dying.

The only thing that made it a little bit better was that last thing she would see wouldn’t be the drab grey of the cell or the Ark. No, she would get to see whatever Earth had become. But only time would tell if that was a good thing or not.

At least she wouldn’t be alone on the supposedly toxic planet. The High Council was sending a hundred children, the youngest being eight years old, to see what had become of the abandoned planet. But all of that meant something else for Hanna Marin; she had to decide if she wanted to become the first woman to give birth down there or take measures to make sure that wouldn’t be her fate.

[once-upon-a-spemily]

Little More Time With You

Part two of this au. Boss/Employee. Spencer can’t seem to catch a break around Emily. All of a sudden they’re ‘getting to know each other’ and it’s both terrible and amazing. These feelings certainly aren’t going away easily.

Saturdays were sacred to Spencer. Her life was so busy and hectic that, save for the occasional work event or party, she defended her Saturdays with her life. It was her day, damn it. That didn’t mean that they were entirely free. She still had to call her assistants to sort out the upcoming week and any meetings or events she had to arrange.

 One particular Saturday, Spencer found herself curled in a seat at her favorite coffee shop. It had been her study place when she was in college, and she’d birthed the idea for her company in this chair. It was every bit her baby as her business was.

 She scrawled into a leather-bound notebook like she was nineteen again, except she felt worlds away from that Spencer Hastings sometimes. Most days, actually. Spencer pushed that thought from her head and pressed on. She started a list of groceries she’d pick up from the farmer’s market later.

 “Spencer?”

 Spencer’s head jerked up, rather ungracefully, as she looked around for whoever had called her name.

 It was Emily.

 Spencer suddenly found herself wanting the boundaries of work, her desk, her role to play as CEO. Now she was just Spencer, curled up in a overstuffed armchair, planning her weekend and trying to steal a moment for herself.

 “Emily. It’s a surprise to see you here,” she said, finally finding her voice. The words that came out were oddly formal.

 “Yeah, I live just two blocks down. I love this place.”

 Spencer smiled. “I used to live that close, when I was a student. It’s a good location. Near some of my favorite spots in all of Philadelphia,” she said.

 Emily was still standing, coffee in hand. “Yeah, you were a Penn grad, right?”

 Spencer nodded. “Wharton School of Business. Of course, this is a little far from campus, but I’ve always love Center City.” A moment of silence fell between them. “Do you, uh, wanna sit?”

 Emily smiled shyly before sitting down across from Spencer.

 “I hope it’s not too weird seeing me outside of the office. I’m not some monster,” Spencer said.

 Emily laughed, stirring her coffee idly. “I never thought you were a monster. Driven. Determined. Ever so slightly uptight…”

“Oh so that’s how it is?” Spencer said, unable to keep a smile away.

 Emily gave a small, teasing shrug. Spencer noticed how surprisingly easy it was to talk to Emily. Of course, nerves still crawled over, and her nerves felt like they were on fire occasionally, but that didn’t tie up her tongue.

 They talked about work a little, about the events Emily was planning. They talked about coffee, and how Emily didn’t believe how strong Spencer liked her coffee. About how long Emily had been living in the city.

 “Oh, shit,” Emily said, out of the blue, ducking her head.

 “What?”

 “My ex girlfriend just walked in.”

Spencer was too distracted by the word ‘girlfriend’ to really think of an appropriate response for a moment. “Let’s head out,” she finally suggested. She stood up, grabbing her stuff and heading towards the back door. After a moment, Emily followed her.

 Out on the street, Spencer felt less relaxed, more like Spencer Hastings, CEO. “It’s a nice day out, at least.”

 “Sorry about interrupting everything.”

 Spencer hummed noncommittally. “It’s fine. I should go shopping, anyway, or I won’t have any dinner for tonight,” she sighed, grabbing her sunglasses out of her bag and sliding them over her eyes. If she put some distance between her and Emily, maybe she wouldn’t forget her place so easily.

 “I’m heading to Di Bruno Brothers, if you wanna come,” Emily offered.

 No. She couldn’t. She had plans, and she was already so stupid around Emily, giving in would just ruin everything. “Sure, I’ll join you.” Shit.

 Emily smiled and they took off. They continued talking, but Spencer also scrolled through work emails, as if that would remind her that she was the boss here, and had a responsibility to nip this interest in the bud.

 Once they got to the store, Spencer grabbed a basket and drifted to the produce section. Emily was browsing the cheeses and the fish monger.

 Spencer took the time alone to collect herself. She wasn’t a kid anymore. She didn’t have time for crushes, especially on people who worked for her. It was immature, it was silly, it was –

 “What are you cooking tonight?” Emily asked, reappearing out of nowhere.

 Spencer flinched, sliding her sunglasses up onto the top of her head. “I’m gonna roast some vegetables. Maybe do a veggies, rice and sausage dish. Not quite sure. You?”

 “Puttanesca.”

 Spencer hummed. “That’s one of my favorites.”

 There was a beat, as if they were both waiting to see if the other was going to maybe offer an invitation for dinner. Nothing romantic, necessarily. In fact, Spencer was sure that Emily was just trying to make a friend, nothing more. But Spencer couldn’t.

 She ducked away and headed towards the checkout.

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 On Monday, Spencer had her CEO suit back on. Figuratively and literally. Her day was jam packed. After lunch she had to run right to a board meeting, which was draining to put it lightly. Once that was done, Spencer shut herself in her office for five minutes, trying to return to her happy place.

 She perched on the edge of her desk, eyes closed and regulating her breath. “Idiots. So many idiots,” she muttered. She liked her board, she really did, but for some reason they were just being difficult that day.

 “Ms. Hastings?”

 Spencer’s head snapped up. Her assistant had entered. “Yes, Kerri?” she asked, smiling as pleasantly as possible.

 “Your meeting with Ms. Fields is about to start,” Kerri said apologetically.

 Spencer nodded. “Well I can’t have five minutes to myself,” she muttered. “Oh well. Send her in, please.” She went back to flicking through notes of the board meeting.

 Emily came in with arms full of binders. All of the details for the end-of-season client gala, Spencer was sure. Emily had done so beautifully putting together the event. Spencer didn’t have to micromanage her, and any time she did have an update meeting, she loved the work that Emily had done.

 “Putting on the final touches?” Spencer asked.

 Emily nodded, setting her binders down on Spencer’s conference table and flipping them open. Spencer hovered behind her, looking at pictures and notes.

 “Everything is just about in order, I just need you to sign off on a few payments-” Emily righted herself, accidentally bumping into Spencer.

 Spencer rested her hands on Emily’s arms to steady them both, which just pulled them even closer together. She squeezed her eyes shut. Why her? Why? Spencer let go of Emily, taking a rather large step back.

 “Clumsy me, sorry about that. You were saying?” she asked, smoothing her skirt out. Emily took a second to collect her self. Spencer couldn’t help but take note of that. Why did Emily need a second? Surely that moment didn’t fluster her the same way it flustered Spencer.

 Emily pointed out the last few purchases, which Spencer happily signed off on.

 “You’ll be at the gala, right?” Spencer asked.

 “Yes,” Emily said as she started to gather her things. “It’s good practice to oversee the event you throw. Looks like we’ll be spending our Sunday night together.”

 Spencer raised an eyebrow. “Looks like it.” She refused to let her feelings get in the way of pulling off a successful gala. She had to get herself under control.

[youngerdrgrey]

come with me // an emily/alison fic

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about: Ali tasted like airplane peanuts and mint chapstick rubbed away on the back of her hand. Dreams normally ended after we kissed, but maybe the carbon monoxide made this one longer. Maybe that's why she asked and why I said yes. [read on AO3] [read on FFN]

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Ali tasted like airplane peanuts and mint chapstick rubbed away on the back of her hand. She had called it her secret to mystifyingly soft lips, and she swore no one had to know but me. Maybe everyone she kissed knew, or maybe she'd just put some on, just for me, in this dream. I barely reacted enough to kiss her back. I didn’t mind, though; it felt more like that was for Alison than for me.

I relaxed, sinking back into the jean jacket on her lap and her sun-kissed legs. I definitely could’ve fallen asleep like that. Or woken up? I had to be dreaming, an after effect from the car's carbon monoxide. But even if I was dreaming, if I woke up, then Ali would go away again, and I'd be right back to jolting awake at four in the morning and curling up by the window until my heart slowed down. Back to looking over my shoulder to tell her a joke and doing a double take at every blonde girl in the distance.

Before I even opened my eyes, I was shaking my head. Begging her, “Ali, you can’t go.”

She glanced down at me, and I knew she'd say that she had to leave, just like she did every dream. But she said, “You can come with me.”

I shook my head at that too. It felt heavier, or my neck did. I sat up so I could support myself, and she kept a hand on my upper back to guide me. I never ran with Alison, not in any of my dreams. She always got away from me, or I did something stupid like ask about what the other girls would say. What would happen if for once I just went?

She said, "Don't worry about the other girls. They'll be fine without you.” A bit of bitterness crept in. “They were fine without me.”

“But they—“ I stopped myself. The rest of my sentence was they actually like me. The follow up question would've been do you, Alison? Did you ever like me?

“We’re running out of time,” she said. There we go. Back on script. “It only takes one word, Em, and we can go. Far away from A and her sick games. Don’t you want that?” Ali leaned forward. “Don’t you want to be with me?”

“But my parents,” I said. Though, I’d see them when I woke up, wouldn't I?

Ali brushed her thumb along my lips. “We’ll send them a sign, okay?”

Okay. I stared at her instead of answering. Stared as she did back, pleading with me like I did with her, begging as openly as she could. She had to be lonely, wherever she was. Maybe together, maybe then, we could both be happy.

"Okay."

Ali’s smile was blinding. Then Ali scooted back, so she could get off the grass, and she grabbed the jacket from her lap and pulled her arms through the sleeves. She stood up, then held her hand out to help me up. I barely glanced back at that barn before taking her hand and following as Ali tugged me into a run.

I wasn’t quite sure where we were going. All I knew was I hoped we’d get to Paris before I woke up again.