Hey guys! I'm biting the bullet and attempting a multi-chapter PLL fic! I got some good feedback on my oneshot, and although I guess this could be considered a sequel to it, they don't directly link. A few little things to get out the way first:

1)The fic doesn't quite fit in with the time jump. Basically the time jump in the show is 5 years, and I'm making this six. Spencer is 24 and Toby is 25. Sorry Marlene. But hey, the canon PLL timeline makes no sense either, so maybe it doesn't matter.

2)This fic will eventually link to the post time jump clip we saw at the end of the latest episode. AND it will offer an alternative explanation of who –A really is, because I know a whole bunch of us weren't satisfied with the CeCe/ Charlotte story.

3)I'm going to try so hard to update this regularly, but on Thursday I start the UK version of senior year and am currently in the process of applying to medical schools which is all very stressful.

Thanks, and please write me a little review, I find them very motivational. I of course own no part of PLL.

Toby had never had any kind of consistency growing up. His home life was a mess, long before his mother's illness and extending way beyond her death. He'd wake up every day not knowing what mood his father would be in, how Jenna would chose to torment him or what the jerks at school would say to him. Falling in love with a girl who was being stalked by a psycho meant he was never sure if Spencer would finish the day unscathed or even alive. Because of all this, the perfectly boring weekend routine he now had was nothing short of a blessing.

At 7.30am, he'd feel himself stirring from his slumber to the feel of Spencer Hastings planting gentle kisses behind his ear and down his neck to his collar bone. He'd groan the same groan, and half-heartedly bat her away before forcing open his eyes. Seeing her in the morning, her hair tousled with sleep and her face lit and shadowed with the strips of light peeking through was honestly his favourite part of the day, and this morning was no different. She was so beautiful, and he was so lucky to have her.

"What time did you get home last night babe?" she murmured softly into his ear. He propped himself up on his elbow, turning to face her and planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Uh around quarter to one? I came in and found you asleep and fully clothed on top of the covers," he chuckled. She glanced down at her outfit, she was wearing nothing but one of his t shirts. He'd obviously changed her whilst she slept.

"I wanted to wait up for you," she replied, sliding out from beneath the covers and standing up. Toby spun himself round so he was sat on the edge of the bed and encircled her waist into his arms. "How did the meeting go anyway?"

"Slowly," he sighed, rubbing his hands up and down her sides. "The coffee shop closed early so we ended up at Luke's apartment, working around his three, noisy housemates." Both Spencer and Toby were working part time. After graduating college in three years, where she majored in philosophy and politics, Spencer got a job writing for an independent newspaper about the world issues that weren't featured on the mainstream news sources. It suited her down to the ground. Toby had long abandoned the force and was working towards founding an architects business with his work buddy Luke. Having to juggle his business with shifts on a building site meant meetings at unsociable hours. However, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant getting them out of the tiny New York apartment they currently inhabited.

"Well, while I was waiting for you I finished my article on mass surveillance by governments in developed countries," she responded chirpily. "You know the one I was struggling with? If you could proofread it for me quickly I can send it to the editor this morning." Toby leant forwards, kissing her softly on the lips. She relaxed into the caress, her hands combing through his hair.

"I don't think he expects you to do work stuff on a Saturday, Spence," he muttered between kisses. He felt her pout against his lips, and continued speaking before she could protest. "Anyway I can think of lots of fun things to do that don't involve spellcheck." His hands slipped under her shirt. She smirked coyly.

"Oh you can, can you?"

"Mommy? You wake Daddy up yet?" Spencer pulled from Toby's embrace, and smiled at the small girl framed in the bedroom doorway. Adrianne Marion Cavanaugh had just had her third birthday and was already showing signs of her mother's fierce intelligence. Whilst slight for her age, her vocabulary had developed at a faster pace than most children. Her pale face was framed by brown, curly hair and pierced with her father's distinctive blue eyes.

"Well his eyes are open," she replied musingly. "I'm not sure if he's quite in the land of the living yet though." Toby stood up, stretching theatrically before scooping his daughter into his arms.

"Morning kiss?" he asked teasingly. Adrianne giggled pleasingly, pecking his cheek and grabbing hold of his ear with her small fist.

"Morning food?" she replied, mimicking his tone. Spencer laughed, crossing over to her partner and daughter and leaning blissfully into Toby's spare arm. After their relationship withstood the challenges of college, both parties knew they were in this for life and children were definitely on the card at some point in the near future. However, completing her final year of college whilst pregnant and attending her graduation ceremony with an 8 month baby bump beneath her gown certainly wasn't part of the plan. Now, looking at Toby holding their daughter to his hip filled her with such joy; she really wouldn't change any of it. Tearing herself from her thoughts, Spencer addressed her daughter.

"Well Ady, today's Saturday so I thought we could make some pancakes for breakfast? And while Mommy's doing that you and Daddy can skype Auntie Emily on the tablet and you can show her the drawing you did of her and her swim team?" The toddler nodded enthusiastically, clapping her hands together.

"When do we see Auntie Emily and Auntie Aria next?"

"Really really soon because Auntie Hanna's wedding is in ten days and everybody is going to be there!" Toby answered for her and Spencer began busying around the kitchen. Hanna and Caleb had been engaged for nearly three years now, and Spencer could hardly believe the couple had finally managed to pick and date and stick with it. As the only other member of the high school group that lived in New York, the girls saw each other a lot more than they saw Emily and Aria who were living in Philadelphia and Savannah respectively.

"Did you want to call Emily Tobes?" Spencer reminded him. "Ady run and get your picture, she's going to love it so much!"

"It says you've got an incoming call Spence, do you want me to answer it?" Toby called to her as their daughter skipped to her bedroom to fetch her masterpiece. Licking a splodge of pancake mix from her thumb, Spencer nodded.

"Go for it, it's probably Em. I told her Adrianne wanted to show her the picture." Toby tapped the 'answer call' icon, and froze mid step at the face that filled up the screen of the iPad. "What, who is-"

"Spencer." Her words stuck in her throat as she immediately recognised the voice emanating from the device. Snatching it from Toby, she paced over to the other side of the small kitchen and looked the girl in the eye.

"Alison?" Spencer couldn't remember the last contact she had with her former leader. After completing high school, Alison had embarked on what she called a 'year of self-discovery' which had quickly grown into five. The girls received an occasional postcard from various locations, signed only with Ali's signature and a bundle of kisses. Adrianne didn't even know she existed. The DiLaurentis girl looked very much the same as when Spencer had last seen her, although her hair was slightly dishevelled and her face smudged with dirt.

"Spence, listen to me. Don't say anything- just listen to me, we haven't got time." Spencer ignored her instructions.

"Ali what is it? Are you in trouble?"

"Spencer you have to run. You have to take Toby and your daughter and run. There's somebody after you. Jason had something they want and they think you've got it." One look at the blonde assured Spencer she was telling the truth. Her voice was tinged with pained desperation, her eyes were staring intensely into Spencer begging her to take her words seriously.

"I have a three year old Ali, I can't just up sticks and disappear…"

"They tried to kill me Spence! I barely managed to escape with my life!" Alison's voice rose shrilly. Toby was beside her in an instant, a reassuring hand resting on her shoulder. "They won't care you have a child, they just want whatever Jason had. This is bigger than last time, I can tell. Bigger than texts from my mentally ill sister and some shady small town cop. It's serious."

"Mommy I can't find my… I smell burning!" Spencer tore her eyes away from her friend, and swore under her breath at the blackening mess in the frying pan.

"Silly Mommy," she stammered, grabbing the pan off the stove and shoving it in the sink with shaking hands. "I was just…Toby can you…" He nodded, ushering their daughter back into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry Spencer, I'm so sorry." Tears were making tracks down Ali's cheeks now, and she scrubbed at them angrily with the back of her hand. "But they're coming for you, really soon. And you need to disappear." Spencer felt like screaming in frustration.

"Ali who's they?"

"Spencer!" Toby tore into the kitchen, his face screwed up in fear and panic. "There's a group of black hoodies outside. They're trying to get into the building." Terror fluttered through Spencer's body, her mouth opened wordlessly. Alison's lip quivered, and her voice dropped to a low murmur.

"That's them Spencer. You have to get out."