A/N: I don't own PLL
Spencer POV
Spencer was home alone, per usual, doing homework that wasn't due until a week from now. She heard the doorbell ringing downstairs, which was unusual because she wasn't expecting anybody.
Clutching her phone to her chest, and in her 'study' clothes (a loose black tank top and grey sweats), she slowly opened her bedroom door. The hallway was pitch black and foreboding.
She shivered, but not from cold. Something wasn't right tonight. Also, the fact that she was alone didn't fuel her will to find out who came knocking at 2 am.
Spencer reached the front door without a problem, but when she swung it open she saw the last person she ever expected to see on the other side.
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Toby POV
Toby couldn't sleep. At least, not very well. He kept replaying the kiss in his mind. He didn't know where they stood though.
Without thinking twice, he slipped on his jacket and grabbed his keys. Knowing Spencer, she was probably still up too.
But when he reached the Hastings' and saw their door left open, he knew something had to be wrong.
Creeping through the main hallway, he paused outside the kitchen when he heard raised voices. Pressing his back against the wall he listened quietly, getting more and more confused.
"You still haven't said why you decided to play runaway, and then come back a year later." That was Spencer, and her voice sounded angry.
"Does it look like I want to tell you?" A snarky voice answered back. It sounded vaguely familiar, in a way that it shouldn't be.
"Well, doesn't it look like I DO?" Spencer retaliated.
"Fine." The voice conceded. They paused before dropping the bombshell. "I was in Rosewood."
There was a silence before Spencer replied. "What?" She yelled angrily.
Toby moved an inch more towards the doorway. Who was this mystery person, and why were they not supposed to be in Rosewood?
"It's absolutely pathetic how shocked you are." The voice scoffed. There was a scraping sound along the ground as if someone was dragging a chair back.
"I thought the one and only Spencer Hastings would be smart enough to know this. After all, you did know I wasn't dead. You knew exactly who the body in the hole was, and it wasn't me."
"What did I tell you about that night? Never mention it again!" Spencer yelled, but Toby could detect a tremor of nervousness in her voice.
"Wow. Is the almighty Spencer... Scared?" The mystery person asked dryly.
"Is the almighty BITCH ready to have her secret spilled to ALL of Rosewood?" Spencer countered.
Another scraping sound made it to Toby's ears. The clicking of heels filled the dead silence. A drawer opened and shut slowly. "My secrets are not why I 'came back', as you put it. I had to ask you this in person."
"Why?" Spencer snapped.
There was another pause. "To see if you were lying when you answered." Toby could tell that the person was feminine by now.
"About what?"
The voice ignored Spencer's question. "Did you tell him?" They asked randomly.
Toby moved to see just a sliver of Spencer's face, but he still couldn't lay eyes on the strangely threatening mystery girl.
Spencer's face paled. "What-No I didn't!"
The person continued without paying attention to Spencer's answer. "Because you know what I have to do if you have."
"Damn it!" Spencer burst out. "You NEVER listen! I told you, he doesn't know!" She let out a small scream and moved backwards out of Toby's sight. He finally couldn't stand someone threatening Spencer, and strode into Spencer's kitchen to get the biggest shock in his life.
Standing five feet away from him and holding a butcher's knife that she had obviously taken from the kitchen drawers, was Alison DiLaurentis.
