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Summary: "I thought Emily was your 'Penelope.' She's not though, is she? Spencer is." Spalison of sorts. Alison needs to stay away from Rosewood. She knows this, but it's so hard when she knows Spencer is right there.

Her Penelope: Little Sister

It had occurred to Cece Drake not long ago that she was seeing the modern physical embodiment of Homer's "The Odyssey" right in front of her. She had never been one to read that many Greek and Roman myths, but this was the closest she'd ever know personally to something like Homer's work. Alison couldn't go home to Rosewood. She was receiving threatening texts and emails constantly from this –A creep and all Cece knew was that she was going to kill to protect her little girl. She'd protect the girl from the Cyclopses, the sirens and the twisted goddesses that might try to lead her little Alison astray. She'd do it by any ruthless means imaginable.

Alison might not have been related to her by blood but the young DiLaurentis girl was the closest the older blonde had to a little sister. Cece in truth had never had any younger siblings. When she imagined one, Alison was the person that immediately came to mind. Seeing Alison in so much pain now was almost more than she could take.

The younger blonde was rocking back and forth on the branch she sat on relentlessly. "Dammit," Alison hissed, staring from photograph to photograph of the girls being filmed-clearly without their knowledge. Photographs that had been delivered tauntingly to Ali.

"I have to see them," Alison said at last, shoving the photographs into her pocket, "I have to go check on them." Cece nodded. She knew it was inevitable. As inevitable as the sun coming up the next day. Even if –A weren't after the girls, Alison was going to see them-just to see if they were alright.

Alison pulled on her provisions-some essentials like a hoodie to keep her hidden and her backpack full of dried fruit, water bottles and crackers. Long lasting stuff like that. It kind of helped when you were separated from civilization and had to survive on your own. Alison leaned back against the bough of the tree, her head balanced on the palm of her right hand, elbow digging into the length of the branch.

Cece felt endless amusement at Alison's speculative look. It was so strange, but Alison had adjusted to a survivor's life so well. She knew how to cook for herself, knew how to tend to her own injuries, knew how to steal without anyone realizing it (actually she kind of already knew how to do that-courtesy of Cece's tutoring), knew how to drive and had even taught herself some martial arts for protection.

When someone imagined Alison-really, when anyone imagined the golden-haired beauty, they likely imagined her as the spoiled princess of her own palace, with thousands of servants waiting on her hand and foot-Cece would want the same. It was likely that no one could imagine Alison as a hardened survivor, someone that was now capable of surviving in both the city and the woods regularly without any help, but that was exactly what had happened.

Alison was unafraid of the streets of New York and Philly. She had survived by herself so well. Which did sometimes bring Cece to the question-why did the younger blonde not go back to Rosewood? Was this –A or multiple –A's as in an A-Team be so terrible that they made even the worst scum on the streets of the cities look tame?

No. Cece knew high school feuds. She knew them well. She was the start of many of them. She knew.

That was not why Ali stayed away.

Guilt. Cece knew.

Guilt was a horrible canker that irritated and burned till you became paralyzed and felt unable to do anything. Cece had felt the burn only a few times. Mostly because she felt like she couldn't do anything to protect Ali. Alison felt ashamed for how she treated her friends. Cece knew that. Alison was afraid of facing her friends after what she did.

True, she knew well enough that Alison feared this –A's wrath. But what she feared more was any harm coming to those four girls back in Rosewood.

Cece tried to hold back a smirk as she watched Alison drop down from the tangles of wide, large boughs that crowned the tree, seeing the blonde land on her feet gracefully in front of the trunk. Oh, Cece had heard plenty of stories from Alison about those girls. About Spencer Hastings, Emily Fields, Hanna Marin and Aria Montgomery. She had met three of those girls herself once. Honestly, she wasn't sure what the fuss Alison had over those girls was about, but Ali loved them clearly, and if she wanted to protect the four of them, then Cece was with Alison till this shit was over, if ever.

"We'll get out of this, Ali." Cece promised, "We will. Right now, I'm sure it's safe to visit them on occasion, okay? Especially your honey, right?" She smirked at Alison's scowl. She knew that that Emily Fields girl had a big crush on Alison, "Just make sure this –A creep doesn't find out. And you don't have to stay unless you want to. Honestly, I think you'd be better off if we all just cut and ran, but you do what you want."

Alison nodded, glancing to the left where Noel Kahn's black Lexus was parked. The situation was messed up. Not just because of whoever the hell –A was or Mona and her goons. Cece knew that Alison's home life wasn't exactly a happy one.

Jason-Cece had liked the guy. Really, she had. He was nice to spend time around. The sex had been hot-hell, Jason was hot, but she wasn't delusional. She had seen how Jason had acted around Alison. He wasn't a very good brother. Granted, Cece knew that Alison couldn't have been an easy sister to have around 24/7. Alison was like a mini me. She saw much of herself in the younger blonde.

Alison had changed so much though, become a bit more reasonable and kinder. But before, Alison had been more manipulative and controlling than even Cece. No, she understood why Jason might have had a hard time around the young girl, but that didn't change that he was Alison's big brother and supposed to protect her. He had failed. Big time.

That was where Cece and Noel came in. They were better siblings to Alison than Jason ever could be. And Cece wasn't even going to get started on how toxic the relationship was between Alison and her mother Jessica.

Jessica…..Cece sometimes had to swallow that pile of disgust that would build up whenever she thought of that woman. Alison had told her the story about why she had disappeared, and about what Jessica DiLaurentis had done when Alison had been hit in the back of her head with that rock.

Alison's own mother…buried her alive. Cece sometimes had to knuckle down her rage to stop herself from going back into Rosewood, hauling Jessica out of her house and beating her to death in the streets. That woman-she had heard Alison's stories and some of Noel and Shana's stories that pretty much confirmed Alison's claims.

Jessica was verbally abusive. Emotionally abusive. Neglectful. Sometimes even physically abusive, though those times seemed to be rare.

And Kenneth, Alison's father, though never having raised a hand or even his voice, had stood by and let it happen. He was weak.

Alison's whole family was messed up and undeserving of her. Cece felt a smile spread over her face. That was what she, Noel and Shana were here for.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alison's next words, "Let's go." "Hmm?" Cece mumbled, lifting her head at the smaller girl. "Let's go." Alison repeated, "To Rosewood. I need to see them. Especially-" Alison glanced at the ground, swallowing, "Never mind. I just need to see how they are. If they're safe and if they're happy. And….." Alison looked to Noel's car to make sure the black-haired young man wasn't stepping out and listening, "And, I really need to see how Sp-how the girls are." Cece cocked her head at Alison's near slip up, but listened to what the other girl had to say next, "So can you come with me and make sure no one's watching?" Cece smirked at Alison as the younger girl turned to her, blue eyes giving a very rare look.

A look of pleading. Cece sighed, previously tense face that had been triggered by her thoughts of Alison's family softened at the sight of the young girl's eyes. She suspected only those four girls could elicit such a reaction.

"Alright, Ali," She nodded, "Lets go then."

Alison smiled brightly, making a swell of warmth shoot through Cece. She loved it when Ali clearly was so happy like she had been just now. Expressing genuine emotion was difficult for Alison. Cece knew that. It usually had been. Living in a family like the one Alison lived with was difficult. Very few things were genuine in that family. Cece liked to think that she coaxed out more genuine responses from Alison than that rotten family did.

The young survivor walked over to Noel's car, opening up the back door. Cece followed, wondering (hoping) that Alison had a plan for when they reached Rosewood. Knowing her little sister-well, the closest Cece ever had to a little sister, the girl already had five or six plans up her sleeves about how they were going to check up on the girls and Spencer.

If Alison didn't, then Cece sure did.

After all, Cece had decided that she'd do anything to make sure Alison was happy, including risk her neck for those who she knew nothing about, save for the stories Alison had told her.

With that, Cece got into the backseat next to Alison and they both secured the seatbelts. Noel checked behind him at the girls. When he was sure that they were all strapped in, he turned back to the windshield and started up his car.

Noticing that there was a person missing in the front seat, next to Noel, Cece spoke up, looking at Alison, "Where's Shana?"

Alison answered without looking at Cece, "She's already in Rosewood. I asked her to get there early. So she's already there. She's gotten close to Emily already from what I heard."

Cece nodded as Noel pulled out of the parking spot. She turned to Alison, careful with how she phrased the question as they all had to tread carefully, "Ali, do you want me to work somewhere in Rosewood? Like Shana? Do you want me to make sure the girls are safe?"

Alison nodded, cerulean eyes pained. "Yes," She answered, "Work close to them. Maybe in one of the places where they shop. Or do something at the school. I just want someone to keep a close watch on them."

Cece understood. She knew how much those girls, save for Emily, liked shopping. She was a spy. There could be a nicer way of seeing it, but that was exactly how it was. She was supposed to spy on those girls. Hopefully, in particular, get close to Emily, though after that slip up that Alison almost said, she was starting to wonder. She knew enough now about the girls from Alison's stories to know what techniques to use and what to say, where to go.

Alright, if this was what Alison wanted, she'd go in and take a job at some shopping area. Or maybe that coffee place where Alison said they'd been hanging out lately-that place, "The Brew" where she, Spencer, Emily and Aria first met. Somewhere. She'd look after them, especially Emily for the kid sister she never had but always wanted.

Okay, I hope you like the very first chapter of my fic, AllStarsGirl. This will be only the first. I don't know how many I'll have, but there will be more than just this one. I'm sorry it took me so long to get this one out. I'll try to get the other chapters in sooner, promise. And yes, this is going to be a Spalison fic. Alison's in love with Spencer but Cece doesn't know that yet. Partly from Alison's perspective but mainly from Cece's perspective.

Spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen the end of season 4 or the end of season 6A:

Cece is not -A in this and neither is Shana. Someone else is.