Author: Emme (falendoyle)
Rating: PG to NC-17

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to The-N. So, I own nothing and I don't get anything.
Pairing: Wouldn't you like to know 

Note: Okay, everyone has their own Spyla/Spashley thing going on and I don't see any updates. Soooo, I need to feed myself with this goodness. So, I made my own. I hope that you guys like it. I know that I might not update everyday, but please now that I plan on updating at LEAST twice a week. But it all depends on the feedback.

This takes place after Season Two.

Feedback: Tell me what you think and any suggestions of where I can take this. This makes me want to right more and even quicker. I can update multiple times…it just depends on how much you feed me. Mostly I am saying…FEEDBACKMORE UPDATES. Oh, and I can call out lurkers. I'm not afraid to. lol

Chapter One

Bullets Holes are Better than Tattoos

The heart monitor beeped quietly in the background of Spencer's thoughts as she sat up in the comfort of her own bed. She was silently tapping away at her keyboard that was placed in her lap onto of a pillow. The girl looked better. The last two months of relaxation and healing had helped the wounded girl tremendously. Instead of the pale, blotchy skin that she had once displayed in the hospital, she had bright, color to her skin. Her cheeks were a rosy color as she read over an email. She had the covers pulled up over her legs. The other half of her body had a blue large t-shirt draped over it. There were a couple wires going down into the shirt that stuck to the skin over her heart.

Each beeping noise that the monitor made causes a feeling a relief to flow through Paula's body. She stood in the doorway of Spencer's bedroom unseen. She watched lovingly and caringly at the living young girl. It has only been a month since the girl had gotten home from the hospital, and it was only twenty four hours til the girl was going back to the place that had caused so much damage to her family.

She would have never known that this would happen. The night was so great. Her three beautiful children had left all together with their dates for a wonderful evening. It had gone dramatically wrong. She was told that bullets where flying everywhere and that you must have been lucky to not have been hit. All three of her children had taken a bullet to the body.

Glen, a heroic young boy, took a bullet in the back to save his date. He had done something so selfish that made Paula truly proud of the boy. He was only in the hospital for a week. The bullet had not hit any major organs, and he was a quick healer. This time, though, he stuck through all the pain. In fear that he would get addicted again, he refused any kind of narcotics and pain medication except IB Profin and whatever else the holistic adviser suggested. Glen had truly matured and changed over the last two months. Either it was helping out at the hospital, helping Spencer, or even Chelsea. He had grown up in a matter of a short time.

Her other two children, her youngest children, had not been so lucky.

Spencer had a bullet hole traveling from her chest, to her heart, and leaving through her back. She had lost so much blood when the ambulance arrived and when she made it into the hospital they had lost her four times. She was in need of an emergency heart transplant or she would have died.

Clay had a bullet traveling from his forehead, through his skull, and lodged into his brain. The whole scene was horrific, like it was out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre or the Hills Have Eyes. He was still breathing when he entered the hospital. It was a combination of Chelsea giving the doomed boy CPR and the paramedics doing the same. He died four minutes entering the hospital.

Clay's id read donor.

Spencer needed a heart.

Some kid needed a lung.

And millions of other people probably needed something else.

He was a match for Spencer. The same blood type and match.

An emergency heart transplant was made.

One of her children died to save another. She would never see him graduate, never see him in college, become the father that she knew he would have been great doing, or even see him marry. She thanked him though. If it wasn't for him, two of her babies would have been dead. Gone, leaving her alone and unloved and useless.

She used to blame herself, and maybe she still did. They hadn't known any of this had happen until five hours later. They had ignored all the phone calls that had the phones ringing off the hook. Her and Arthur was too consumed in themselves to pay any attention. It was around four a.m. when someone came banging on the door. It was Kyla coming to tell them that there had been a shooting. She knew no information about the kids, because they wouldn't let her in. She told them they needed to hurry. The two didn't care about their car, Kyla had the taxi waiting and it took no time to arrive back at the hospital. The doctors thought it was best they didn't see Clay. Spencer was still in surgery, so they couldn't see her. So, they stayed in Glen's room, worried and sick. Kyla had waited in there with them, telling them all she knew.

"Mom," Spencer said from her bed staring at her mother.

Paula stepped out of her thoughts and placed a smile on her face. She walked into the teenager's room and gingerly took a seat on her bed. "Sorry honey, I was thinking."

Spencer smiled at her mother, knowing that she got like this sometimes. The family therapy has helped a little, but it was still hard going through each day. Paula spoke again, "So, who are you writing?"

Spencer pressed the 'send' button on the screen and moved the warm laptop off her lap. "Oh, it was just Kyla. She just got back today and was telling me that her flight went okay."

Paula nodded her head, glad that her daughter had someone to talk to. Of course, she had Chelsea, Madison, but it was nice that she had someone who she could confine in wholly. Paula had no clue what happened between Spencer and Ashley, and mostly the mother didn't care. Spencer wouldn't speak to her about it; no one would speak to her about it. The older sister had tried coming to see the wounded girl a week after the shooting. Spencer hadn't fully awakened, but Kyla wouldn't let the older sister in. When Paula asked why, Kyla simply replied that it wouldn't help Spencer heal.

A week before Spencer got out of the hospital the younger Davies, now Spencer's good friend, had to leave to go to spend the rest of her summer in Baltimore. Still, both girls had talked constantly. The good thing about Kyla, while apart from a number of good things about the girl, was that she wasn't trying to turn her daughter gay. The straight girl was good for Spencer. Paula hoped that her 'straightness' would rub off onto Spencer.

Paula spoke, "So, how was her summer?"

Spencer replied, "Apart from the millions of emails Aiden sent her, she said it was good."

"Speaking of Aiden, have you spoken to him?"

Spencer cocked an eyebrow at her mother, "Uhh…nope."

"Why not? I thought you and him where friends."

"I haven't spoken to him since that night."

"Does this have something to do with why you're not talking to Ashley either? She has been calling."

"It's complicated mom," Spencer said trying to leave it there.

"Well, it's a good thing I think," Paula said getting up from her daughter's bed and receiving a dirty look from her. She smiled at her daughter and kissed her on her forehead. "Maybe I, you, and Chels can have girl's night tonight."

Spencer rolled her eyes at her mother, "Yeah, mom, we can. Oh! Is she still sleeping? Cause I wanted to hear Areona's heartbeat again. You know we can do that? Put the heart monitor on her stomach and hear the baby's heart beating."

"Really? I never thought of that, I'll go see if she's awake."

With that Paula walked out of her daughter's room. Her heart was falling at the mention of her future granddaughter. The little girl will never know the love of her father. Chelsea was now living in Clay's old room. Arthur and Paula thought it was a good idea since her parents had kicked the girl out. They told their 'daughter' that she and the baby can stay here as long as she needs too. She had already decided to go to USC for college after her Sr. year. She felt like she belonged with them.

She took one last look at her daughter who had her head leaned about against a pillow. She knew the girl was trying to mentally prepare herself for the next day.

She sat the large suitcase in the middle of her floor. The plane ride was long and boring for the girl. She had first class tickets, but being stuck next to an old woman who talked only about her twelve cats wasn't Kyla's idea of first class. Half way though the trip her iPod went dead and she didn't have a cord. It was pure hell.

The young girl was putting her stuff up when the older Davies girl walked into her room. Although the stuff that had happened at Prom, they made a pact that it shouldn't ruin their new found relationship. Unlike Kyla, Ashley didn't go unharmed. The bullet that had went though Spencer's chest had lodged itself in her left arm. It was a simple surgery to get it out, and she was out of the hospital a week later. Now, where the bullet had been a perfect circular scar was there in its place, a reminder of that night. Who needed a tattoo to forever remember your high school love when you have a perfect scar from the bullet that had almost killed her? Ashley swore that she could feel the tiny remains of Spencer's blood coursing through her body.

"Hey little sister, looks like you back." Ashley said getting the young girl's attention.

Kyla jumped in shock. She quickly turned but soon took her sister in a tight embrace. Both girl missing the other's company. They pulled apart and looked the other up and down; seeing if there was any type of change that could be noticeable.

Ashley hadn't changed much. Her hair was longer, and darker from since Kyla had last saw her. She had it down and in a light curl with a thin headband keeping it out of her face. She wore a tank and some boy shorts. Her arm was not in a sling anymore. Now the only remains were the scar. Kyla looked as if she matured over the last month. Her hair was a couple inches longer. She wore more upbeat and stylish clothing instead of the preppy look she sported a couple months ago. Both girls wore stylish black framed glasses creating a frame on their eyes.

Kyla stood up and smiled at the girl, "Yeah, well, I guess I missed you."

Ashley hit her shoulder, "Hey, I'm trying to be nice."

Kyla laughed, "Sorry. Anyway, how was you break?"

Ashley shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I haven't talked to Spencer. Aiden left to see family somewhere in the middle east, and you was gone. So, mostly it was boring. Mom dragged me to France for two weeks for the Cannes Film shit."

Kyla chuckeld, "Wow, where has the life of Ashley Davies gone?"

Ashley said, "I have no idea."

There was a smooth quietness for a moment before Ashley spoke up, "Anyway, the real reason I am here is because I need to borrow a top for tomorrow."

Kyla looked at her, "Uhh…sure…why?"

Ashley began to open her suitcase and go through her. "I need to look hawt, spelled with a w because I'm going to get my girl back."

Kyla cocked an eyebrow at her sister. An unknown feeling was whelming up in her body. She couldn't figure out what it was but she knew that she didn't want Ashley trying to get with Spencer again. Kyla felt the need to protect the girl. She felt like she should shield the girl from hurt. "Umm…you know that it will take more than an outfit right?"

"Yeah"

"Do you really think she will go back to you?"

"Yeah."

"I mean, you did hurt her."

"Yeah, I know, and I regret it."

"Why won't you go after someone else?"

"Why do you care?"

Kyla was silent. She looked down at her hand. She cared because Spencer was her friend. That was the only reason why…

Then why does she have the sudden urge to tell Ashley to back off?

So…should I continue?

Oh, and please give me some song suggestions so i can be inspired.