A/N: Quite frankly, I'm not sure if there's been a story posted like this already. If there's one, please do tell.

This fic is set after Toby was revealed as part of the A team. Actually, I'm moving forward 5 years past from that event. In this AU, Spencer and Toby have gone separate ways. But... I've always believed that Spencer and Toby will always, always find each other no matter what.

Chapter 1: White coat and a pint of truth

Spencer lay on her bed trying to make an imaginary to-do list off of her head for the day… She incoherently mouthed the words exams, buy a new stethoscope, patients, car wash, bills, tuition fees while she stared blankly on her ceiling. Her free hands tapped impatiently on her unmade bed sheets. So many lists, so many to do's, so little time—Spencer huffed and silently complained to herself.

She blew off the stray hair hanging lose on her face. Normally she would tie her hair in a perfect bun but she's been sifting through her errands for the day, it already felt like she's cheating off of her time if she'd spend another minute or two looking at herself in front of the mirror.

Spencer went through her usual routine in the morning… She went to her closet, took out the most casual clothes she could find. And when she says casual, she meant red plaid skirt and a white top comfortably hugging her slim body paired with her mom's hand-me-down earrings and her dad's favorite watch. So much has been changed in her life, but she figured that her taste of clothes and her obsessiveness on getting things done still haven't changed. At all.

"Coffee!" Spencer exclaimed out of exasperation. She immediately jumped out from her bed, grabbed her sweater and rummaged through her drawer to look for her car keys.

"Keys, keys, keys," Spencer annoyingly chanted while she sifted through the pile of mess inside her drawer. "Where the fuck did I put them?!"

"There!" Spencer exclaimed with a wide grin plastered on her face while she triumphantly held her keys with her right hand as if she was holding the Olympic Torch.

For the nth time, Spencer said out loud the words 'exams, buy a new stethoscope, patients, car wash, bills, tuition fees'. Feeling content over how she aptly divided her time to get those things done throughout the day, she took a turn and made her bed. She can't possibly leave her bed unmade, can she? And as if her head had a mind of her own, if that's even possible, she instinctively shook her head and half-smiled over her cockiness.

Feeling satisfied with her room and her apartment's appearance, she headed to her door and made sure that all her appliances were turned off and unplugged already. She paused a split second before her free hand reached the doorknob. She let out a sigh and grabbed it, and walked herself out. Cars of all sorts parked on the side streets and hers wasn't an exception. Outside her apartment awaits her trusty, old car.

Spencer took a moment to stand still and let the cold breeze outside embrace her. It was a lazy Monday and it's almost dusk. The whole suburb was rather eerily quiet than usual. On most days, you could hear the kids playing outside. It was even a normal sight to see couples running together, some with their animal buddies even. When she decided to move to Anneville, she didn't actually mean to live in a place that felt like Rosewood. Or worst scenario, a replica of Rosewood. She had deliberately avoided any possible reminder of Rosewood but her limited finances reminded her that such effort to avoid could be a tumultuous ordeal.

Her already lose strands of hair defiantly hang lose much to her annoyance. She made a mental note to fix her hair once she gets in her car. She smiled at the sight of her car. Sure it's a late 90's Mustang but she hardly gives a damn anymore. It's a red hand-me-down car from one of her mom's former clients. You could say that client was too grateful because her mom got her out of a possible case of embezzlement. Who wouldn't be, right? She unconsciously let out a heavy sigh at the memory of her mom. She felt a little kick on her gut and almost instantly shook her head out of response and closed her as if she's trying to chase the thoughts away.

She diverted her eyes to her car that's kept her company since time immemorial. The car still looks pristine but the car design is a mere giveaway of its age already. She gave a light tap on her car hood as if greeting him a good morning. She named her car, Trev, after her mom's former client.

Spencer got in the car and impatiently tapped on her steering wheel while she waited for her card to 'engine up'. She remembered to fix her hair and constantly reminded herself that she's got to run and finish off her errands as fast as she can. Scratch that, as efficiently as she can. Mediocrity was never her thing anyway. Once Trev was ready, she drove to her favorite coffee shop, Heaven Knows, for a cup of coffee.

She normally kicks her day off with coffee, a couple of hours tutoring grade schoolers for extra bucks, an hour or two of advance reading and the rest of the afternoon will be spent on classes. At most nights where she would have classes, she often grabs a bite at the nearest diner, Rubs and Pubs, near the University campus. She's practically had the same routine since she started her med proper. On most days, she'd sit at the library for advance reading. On some nights she'd wait tables at Rubs and Pubs for extra bucks. Friends, ergo cliques, weren't entirely her strong suit either. It hasn't been for a long time. Boyfriends aren't her thing too. She was contented being alone as it is… That's how it's been for her anyway. At least for a while already.

There was one boy though… From a long time ago. A seeming figment of her memory she had consciously buried deep down.

And if there's anything that Spencer dreads, it wouldn't be the dead corpses that they have been dissecting in med school, it would've been knocking on the black door that seemingly have put a strong wall between her and that boy. No, she would never dare do that. It's been years since they last saw each other. Yet she managed to keep a track of his location and mobile number. She held on to that information like she would to her dear life. There's no reason for her to come out and just storm his apartment, is there? Except for one… The truth.

PS:

I'm really, really nervous about this fic. I'm not sure if I'd continue with it or just leave it as a one-shot. Drop a review perhaps? And lemme know what you think! = (