Hello! Well, I'm starting the "100 Theme Writing Challenge", for those of you who don't know, it is basically 100 words/phrases that you base your fic off of. Some will be AU, and none of them will be related (those are the rules, I guess? But rules are made to be broken, so we'll see c; ) Anyways, I found this on Live Journal, so there's that. I will update it whenever I want to update.

This first one is taking place in the PLL world, but post all the -A shit.

1. Beginnings

It is the beginning of a new era. An era without -A (well hopefully.) An era without drama (this too, hopefully.) And an era without high school.

She is off to college, and things are seemingly going her way. She had gotten into another ivy league college (Brown), and although it is not U-Penn, it is something her parents can brag about to their colleagues. And although her parents did not say they were proud of her (she wasn't expecting them too, even if she secretly hoped for it), everyone else did. Even Alison.

Now, she is at college-living in some crummy dorm, with a short, annoying, red head named Sammi, and even though she misses her friend and boyfriend, everything is so much more mellow-normal, and Spencer could not be more grateful.

Okay, fine. She could. She has been moping all night about missing Toby, but it is only because it is their anniversary and she has not seen him in a month, and it feels like her heart is going to fall off its hold, and crumble up into nothing. She knew she would miss him a lot, she did, but she never imagined she would go this crazy over his absence. She has been apart from him before. But it was the fact that he was in Rosewood still that bugged her the most. In that horrible town, with its horrible people. He deserved to be somewhere more new. He deserved a new beginning of his own.

And then the idea strikes her.

Toby was stuck in Rosewood for one reason. He couldn't afford to be anywhere else. At least not without finishing the renovations on his loft, first.

She pulls out her laptop, her fingers tapping the keys, and her eyes moving across the screen in quick movements (like how Hanna reads her magazines, sometimes.)

And suddenly she is pulling out her phone, dialing numbers, and making appointments. And a few days later...

"You leased a loft, just so I could come live with you? Are you crazy? It's going to take me forever to pay you back...and I still haven't paid you all the way back for the truck."

"Relax," she tells him. "My roommate was annoying me, anyway. I wanted to move out. I just...don't want to live alone," she tries.

"Spencer."

"I want you to be here-not stuck in Rosewood! You can pay me back later, just...come," she pleas. Then a moment later, "wait...am I being crazy? Like not I-Just-Rented-A-Loft-Crazy, but that clingy girlfriend crazy? I'm sorry. I've made this thoroughly awkward."

"No, Spencer. No, of course not. I would love seeing you everyday," he muses. Then after a, sort of, sigh-laugh (one of those things that is just created by 100% bliss), he says, "I love you. I love you, so much. Part of me feels like a Gold Digger, but I love you."

She grins, "so, you'll move in with me?" her voice skips an octave.

It is hard to believe that a whole four has passed since high school. A whole four years without -A's torment, and Mona's cryptic riddles. And now Spencer is starting a job as a Business Process Consultant, at a New York Firm.

Toby came with her, of course, and they left their little apartment in Rhode Island.

Being a Business Process Consultant, brought a lot of travel. Which, she liked, in some ways. She has always dreamed of traveling-seeing the world, and its beauty, after experiencing its harshness for so long, but she misses Toby, and her friends, and even her family sometimes. She has time to see no one, and even Toby who she lives with barely sees her. She travels 90% of the time, and barely has anytime to herself. And when she is home, Toby is gone-off, dominating the world.

See, Toby knew exactly what he wanted to do. Probably when he was, like, five, or something. He was going to be a carpenter, and along with that, an entrepreneur who builds up his personal as the years continue. Right now, he is close to having his own company. He works a lot, like her, and is, sort of, kind of, working two jobs at once. One job, for his own toddler company, and one for a much bigger one. (Somewhat.) So, it isn't like it is only on her that they rarely catch sight of each other.

But she wants it to work, and she wants to stop traveling so much. She would want that even if Toby wasn't in the picture. So, she goes back to school, intending to go for two more years, she'll be able to obtain her MBA, which will slow down her load. She'll have more control, and be able to stay in the same place for a whole while longer.

But it is hard to work time into her busy, busy, schedule. So, instead of two years, it takes three.

And in those three years, her and Toby's relationship takes a beating.

Not that it hasn't before. It is used to it, and they created a pretty strong immune system. But it still sucks. She misses him, and probably is able to spend time with him once every two months, if she's lucky. But if she were to be honest, in the last four months, she has probably spent an hour with him. But, she's almost done with schooling, and then things will be crucially easier. But there is still a few months to go, and she isn't sure how much their relationship can handle.

It is January first, the beginning of the new year, and Spencer is spending it in some shitty motel in the middle of Utah. The company always gives her the worst room. She is trying to do her homework, but the walls may as well be sheets, because she can hear the exact contents of what is going on outside. She cannot get anything done, and she cannot get any sleep because of the fucking, awful noise. She is stuck in a cycle of doom.

At 1AM, there is a knock at the door. At first, she wants to ignore it. It is probably some drunk old hag, but they knock again, and she has had a urge to scream at someone all night. So, she goes to the door, and just as she is about to yell and shout and cuss, her arms are wrapping around the man almost instinctively. A squeal of sorts exits her smiling mouth, and she refuses to release the intruder.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asks into his neck.

"I wanted to see you."

She lets out a high-pitched laugh, because if that were the case for her, she would be fucking visiting him all the damn time. "You're in Utah," she comments.

"Yeah," he nods, about to pull her away, but she just grasps him tighter. He seems to get the point.

"Utah," she states, again, dumbfounded.

"Utah..." he repeats, laughing.

She pulls away from him, falling back on her heels, (she always has to tip-toe when hugging him in the way she likes hugging him.) She beams up at him, and he kisses her forehead, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"I can't believe you're here."

"I wanted to come sooner, but...there were delays," he sighs. "I was planning to be here at 10. I'm sorry. Were you sleeping?" he asks, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Ha. Are you kidding? It sounds like World War Two outside."

He perks up a smile at her morbidness. A firework goes off just as the words leave her mouth. "So, I didn't wake you?"

"No."

"Well, good then."

She smiles at him, before asking, "do you want to come in?"

He nods to this.

And as the night continues, she decides that this year will be a good one. It will be a better one. One that will have her less lonesome, and in the company of whom she loves.

And Toby seems to have the same idea. Because at 3AM (God is she going to be beat at her meeting tomorrow), he pulls out a scrabble box from his luggage. He must be really good at persuading, because she is agreeing to play, and pulling at the box in seconds.

He keeps track of their scores, and Spencer tells him that he better not cheat because she has it all locked down on her brain, and will know. Toby just laughs at this, but he knows it is most likely true.

At the end of the game, Toby announces he won by one hundred and thirty points. Knowing this is complete bullshit, Spencer pulls the score pad away from him, but the only words that are on it, are...

Spencer, : 34 points

Will: 2 Points

You: 14 Points

Marry: 10 points

Me: 3 points

?

And her heart literally comes to a stop. And everything that has happened between them-everything; the good and the bad-flashes through her mind. It has all led up to this-this moment of pure heart, and love, and utter bliss, and it was all worth it. It was worth it if it brought her to this moment-this feeling of joy, and hope, and love. She always wanted to marry him. She knew he was the one, ever since high school, but she never knew when that day would come. It's not that she was waiting around for him to engage (she could so do that herself), but the moment-this moment-always seemed so surreal, like it was as plausible as visiting the moon.

When she meets his gaze, there is a black velvet box in his hands, a diamond ring blinking up at her.

"Spencer..." he begins, carefully.

The paper nervously crumples in her shaky hand.

"You...you're more important to me, than anything in this entire world. I know the last few years have been really hard, but we're still here. We are still together, and there is nothing that could ever tear us apart, I'm sure of it. I know that it is hard...it is so hard, but I promise that it'll be better. I'll take it down a notch, and visit you while you're away, and whatever I can to see you more, I'll do it. Because I love you, Spencer. I love you, I love everything about you. You're my life. So, please...marry me. Marry me, and be with me until you are 80, and still bitter about me beating you in scrabble."

A smile bursts from her face, and then tears, and she is laughing-blissful, joyful, sobs and sighs and squeals, race out of her mouth, trampling past her "yes's." She pins him down on the bed, pushing her lips into his, holding onto him with everything she has.

"I love you," she breaks out through her kissing, her thumb gently brushing against the side of his face.

He kisses her. A long, sensual, kiss that makes her stomach flutter.

"I love you."

She is now in a new position, at a new firm, one that treats her much better (or maybe it is just the job position; maybe both.)

Toby has discontinued his working for another company all together, and now only focuses on his own. He also attends classes, for business, and architecture, and finally gets a new truck (after all these years.) Spencer is pretty sure he was crying when they discontinued the old beige truck's life.

And they are married.

And it is spring time, and everything is beginning to blossom, and she this is her favorite start. She doesn't want this start to have an end, because she is so happy with how things are going. She finally is able to see her friends, and Toby, and even her family.

But there is something else to contribute to this new start. Or maybe it is the start of something new all together.

In mid April, she sees a positive mark. On a white stick.

It is scary-more so terrifying. Because she is only twenty eight, and she isn't so sure she even wants children. But it doesn't really matter anymore, because here she is, staring at a positive sign. And after a moment, she is smiling, too. Because it is something wonderful, and new, and wonderful.

When she tells Toby, his blue eyes cover with dew, and he holds her tightly and securely. "We're having a baby..." his words hum in her ears.

She nods against him, smiling, grasping at his back, feeling her own eyes fill with tears.

The first trimester is hard-horrible, and awful, but soon, things get better. And the morning sickness stops, and they learn the sex of the baby. It is a girl.

And then somehow, nine months pass, and it is November, and they are in the delivery room, and a new life-a life they created-begins. And it is officially, forever, Spencer's favorite beginning.

a/n: i would love a review ;) please?