A/N: I got this idea when I was looking through my bookshelf, trying to decide on what to read, and when I saw 'Flawless' it reminded me about the reason I like the show a little bit more than the books. So I decided to change it. As of right now, I have the book in front of me, ready to make this as close to the actual book Flawless as possible. I'm going to have exact conversations from the book, only a little different and some completely new ones that never existed, though they should have.

Because of the show, I now love Spence and Toby, or Tencer/Soby/Spoby. Even before the show, I didn't want Toby to die. He was one of my favorite characters, a little creepy or not. But that's just me.

Disclaimer: Anything you don't recognize is mine and anything you do recognize isn't.

Spencer, after looking at A's text again, slid her Sidekick back into her tweed Kate Spade bag and said, "We shouldn't talk about this here." Aria had just suggested that the text meant The Jenna Thing, where a lot of people could hear.

Referring to the Rosewood Day Elementary playground, their old meeting place, Aria asked, "The swings?"

Spencer nodded. "I'll meet you there." She pushed her way through the crowd, reeling. At first she had thought A had been Ali, but now that idea was impossible. Ali was dead, but her secrets weren't.

It was late afternoon on the crystal clear fall day, the air smelling like apples and wood smoke. It was nothing like the fresh, springy April in sixth grade, but it, or the text, made Spencer remember the night of The Jenna Thing.

Ali had just shot the firework into the tree house window, and Spencer had run outside just in time to smell the stench of burning hair and watch the paramedics bring Jenna down the shaky tree house rope ladder.

"Did you do that on purpose?" A terrified Spencer demanded of an equally terrified Ali, who was next to her.

Clutching her arm, she almost shouted, "No! It was-"

It was then that Toby Cavanaugh had started coming straight for them. The pale, tall, and skinny boy's hair was matted to his head, and his goth-pale face was flushed. He stepped right up to Ali.

Toby was so angry he was shaking. "I saw you."A police car had pulled into his driveway, and he glanced at it. "I'm going to tell."

Spencer had gasped, but Ali seemed perfectly calm. "Yeah, but I saw you, Toby," she had said. "And if you tell, I'll tell, too. Your parents."

"No." Toby had said, taking a step back.

Ali countered, "Yes," She seemed taller, although she was only five-three. "You lit the firework. You hurt your sister. Spencer wondered what she was doing. Ali shook her off when she grabbed her arm.

Almost inaudibly, he mumbled, "Stepsister." Then he glanced at his tree house and then at the end of the street. Another police car had pulled up into his driveway. He growled at Ali, "I'll get you. Just you wait." Then he was gone.

Spencer shook her head. Ali had told her what she had seen Toby do, something that made her forget that she was holding a lit firework, only remembering when it shot out of her hands and through the tree house window.

Ali made her promise not to tell the others about any of it, and told her if she did tell them, she find a way to make Spencer- and only her- to take the blame. She kept her mouth shut, terrified of what Ali might do.

When Ali had disappeared, and she as questioned by police, she had wanted to tell them that it was Toby. But she couldn't. But naming Toby meant telling the police about The Jenna Thing. Who was really responsible for Jenna's accident. That'd she'd known the truth all this time and hadn't said anything. She'd have to tell her friends the secret she'd been keeping for more than a year. So she said nothing.

Spencer thought Toby was A, but it was impossible. A knew things only Ali knew, like back in seventh grade when she had kissed Ian, her sister Melissa's boyfriend, only admitting it to Ali, who loved to hold it over her head. A also knew about Wren, her sister's now-ex, whom she had done more than kiss.

Then again, the Cavanaughs did live on her street. If he really wanted to, Toby could look into her bedroom window, with the help of binoculars. And he was in Rosewood, although he should have been at board school. It was September.

She got into her car and headed towards the playground. After a little while, she pulled into the brick-paved driveway of the Rosewood Day School. Her friends were already huddling by the elementary school jungle gym.

When Spencer approached, Hanna asked, "So we all got texts from this A person?" With their phones out, they all stared at the I know everything note.

"I got two others," said Emily tentatively. "I thought they were from Ali."

"I did too!" gasped Hanna, slapping her hand down on the climbing dome. Spencer and Aria nodded. With wide, nervous eyes, they looked at each other.

"What did yours say?" Spencer asked, looking at Emily.

Pushing a lock of blondish-red hair out of her eye, Emily muttered, "It's… personal."

Laughing out loud from how surprising that was, she stated, "You don't have secrets, Em!"

Emily, the purest, sweetest girl on the planet, looked offended. "Yeah, well, I do."

Spencer plopped down on one of the slide's steps. "Oh." She breathed in, expecting to smell mulch and sawdust, but instead catching a whiff of burning hair, just like the night of Jenna's accident. She didn't like it.

Hanna, wrinkling her pert nose, scrunched her perfect eyebrows together slightly. "If Emily's not talking about hers, I don't want to talk about mine. It was something only Ali knew."

"Same with mine," Aria said quickly, before lowering her eyes and saying, "Sorry."

"So everyone has secrets only Ali knew?" Spencer asked.

Everyone nodded. Spencer snorted nastily. "I thought we were her best friends."

Aria turned to her and frowned. "What did yours say, then?"

Feeling like her Ian secret was juicy, Spencer didn't say anything. It was absolutely nothing compared to what more she knew about The Jenna Thing. Now she felt too proud to tell. Pushing her long dirty-blonde hair behind her ears, she said, "It's a secret only Ali knew, same as yours. But A also e-mailed me about something that's happening now. It felt like someone was spying on me."

"Same here." Aria said, ice-blue eyes widening.

"So there's someone watching all of us," Emily concluded. She shook a ladybug off of her shoulder as if she thought it were something much scarier.

Spencer stood, "Do you think it could be… Toby?"

Everyone looked surprised. Aria asked, "Why?"

Spencer carefully said, "He's part of The Jenna Thing. What if he knows?"

Aria, pointing to the text on her Treo, said "You really think this is about… The Jenna Thing?"

Licking her lips, Spencer thought, Tell them. "We still don't know why he took the blame." She suggested this to see what the other three would say.

"The only way Toby could know what we did is if one of us told." Hanna said after thinking for a moment, looking at the others distrustfully. "I didn't tell."

"Me either." Emily and Aria piped up quickly.

Spencer asked, "What if he found out another way?"

Aria looked confused. "You mean if someone else saw Ali that night and told him? Or if he saw Ali?"

Spencer stuttered, "No… I mean… I don't know. I'm just throwing it out there."

Tell them, she thought again, but she couldn't. They all seemed wary of each other, like it had been right after Ali went missing. If Spencer told the truth about Toby, they'd hate her for not having told the police the night Ali disappeared. They'd blame her or Ali's death. Maybe they should. What if… Toby really had done it? She heard herself say, "It was just a thought. I'm probably wrong.

Emily's eyes were wet. "Ali said no one knew except for us. She swore to us. Remember?"

Hanna added, "Besides, how could Toby know that much about us? I could see it being one of Ali's old soccer friends, or her brother, or someone she actually spoke to. But she hated Toby's guts. We all did." Not all of us, Spencer thought. Where had that come from?

As soon as she said it, Spencer relaxed. "You're probably right." She was obsessing over nothing.

Everything was quiet, too quiet. A tree branch snapped close by, causing Spencer to whirl around sharply. Swinging back and forth, the swings looked as if someone had jumped off. The brown bird perched on top of the Rosewood Day sign glared at them, as if it knew things as well/

Aria whispered, "I think someone's trying to mess with us."

Emily, sounding just as unconvinced agreed, "Yeah."

"So, what if we get another note? We should at least figure out who it is." Hanna tugged her short black dress over her slender thighs.

"How about, if we get another note, we call each other," suggested Spencer. "We could try to put the pieces together. But I don't think we should do anything, like, crazy. We should try not to worry."

Hanna quickly said, "I'm not worried," and, at the same time, Emily and Aria said, "Me either." But then a car horn honked, and they all jumped. It was then Mona Vanderwaal, Hanna's best friend pulled up. Hanna stood and left with a quick, "I've got to go."

Heading for her Subaru, Aria pushed her slouchy purple bag higher up on her shoulder. "I should go too. So… I'll call you guys."

Spencer and Emily lingered by the swings. Emily's normally cheerful face looked drawn and tired. Spencer but a hand on her freckled arm, and asked, "You all right?"

Emily shook her head. "Ali. She's -"

"I know." They awkwardly hugged, and Emily broke away, heading for the woods, saying she was taking the shortcut home.

Back in her car, Spencer sank into the leather seat and turned on the radio, spinning the dial until she found 610 AM Philly's sports radio station. Something about over-testosteroned guys barking about Phillies and Sixers stats calmed her. She had held a hope that talking to her old friends would have cleared some things up, but now things felt even more confusing.

Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket, she pulled it out, thinking it was probably Aria or Emily. Maybe even Hanna. Spencer opened her inbox, frowning.

Spence, I don't blame you for not telling them our little secret about Toby. The truth can be dangerous – and you don't want them getting hurt, do you? – A

She almost growled. Throwing her phone into her purse, she sped off towards her house. She was so sick of A already. How could one person (if they were one person) know so much? It was just so frustrating! She couldn't relax now. The message had her on edge. She only relaxed some when she pulled into her driveway.

She ran inside, since her parents and Melissa weren't there. Taking a shower helped her clear her head, so she did just that. With the warm water cascading over her, she could think. Why was someone messing with them? All of the things they did were because of Ali, and now Ali was dead. But Spencer could have said 'no' to Ali. But then again, you don't say 'no' to her.

Fifteen minutes later, she was in a pair of plaid shorts and a Rosewood hoodie, her hair slightly damp. She silently and carefully walked to her window and looked out. She could see people returning from the funeral. Some of those people being the Cavanaughs. When Toby got out, she watched with baited breath. His parents were paying attention to Jenna, making sure she got out safely. Toby was looking over at the old DiLaurentis' house, now the St. Germain's. He was glaring, but when he looked over to her house, her window, his gaze softened ever so slightly. Why? Didn't he hate her?

With that buzzing around in her head, she laid down, trying to get some sleep. But she couldn't. Why did Toby Cavanaugh almost stop glaring when he looked at where she lived? Why did it bug her that much? And why couldn't she stop thinking about him?

A/N: This is going to be my longest story so far. Like I said before, I love the couple and I'm going to put them together in my version of the books, no matter what Sara Shepard had written.