I do not plan on watching 6B. The show should have ended with 6x10, and that's where I'll probably leave it, personally. But I know a lot of you are going to need closure that doesn't involve putting these girls through another unrealistic experience, making consistent characters act OOC, breaking up couples for reasons that are OOC, and bringing up things that are better left in the past, because they've actually been resolved in an adequate way.

So if I were one of the writers this is what I would do if I was going to be forced to continue it. It is obviously going to be told from a Spoby-centric perspective, because duh.

The first 5 chapters will cover the years we are going to miss, one chapter per year. The chapter will just include an important event in the year, it won't span the whole year. Chapter 5 will lead into the rest of the story. Make sense? Kay, good :)

You know how busy I am, so I waited until I had 6 chapters written before posting it. You can expect a chapter every Saturday from here on out, unless this gets a crazy response in which case I will most likely make a bad decision and post quicker lol. You know me, I get excited.

I know you guys are waiting on an update for LASB, but in a series of unfortunate events this stupid website deleted the chapter twice and now i'm frustrated, so give me a minute. In the mean time, enjoy this. See you on Saturday or sooner.

Love you guys!

Chapter 1

FRESHMAN YEAR: Midterms Week.

SPOV

She sat crossed legged on her bed, the sad remnants of a a chewed up pencil in her mouth. She was stressed out. Everyone was stressed out, but right now she felt this insane need to ace all of her midterms. Her parents had been disappointed when she had been rejected from UPenn, but they had been over the moon when she had shown up with an acceptance to Georgetown. She wasn't quite sure of their motivation, whether it was because of Georgetown's prestigious law program, their well-respected status, or the proximity to DC that they appreciated. But all the same, she wanted to make them proud of her; and the only way to do that was to bring home impressive midterm grades.

She sat out the counter with her head buried in her hands. She might be home now, but what was home, really? It was supposed to be where she felt safe, but she felt anything but safe in these four walls. A had gotten in here enough times to replicate her room perfectly. They had stolen her things, and no one had noticed. Was she really safe here?

"Spencer."

She jumped a little as her mom appeared. She was still so angry with her, despite the fact that she knew her decision to withhold the sleeping aid came from a place of worry and not a place of maliciousness. "What?" Her voice came out much more harshly than she had meant for it to, but what was she going to do? She was done hiding her frustration. After everything she had a right to stop hiding.

Spencer looked up just in time to see her mom quickly cover up the hurt on her face. "I just got a letter from the school," she said softly, a genuine smile appearing on her face. "You got valedictorian. I'm so proud of you!"

"Hastings, you look like you need a Xanax," her roommate laughed from across the room, tossing a mini Twix at her head. "Maybe chocolate will be a good substitute."

She laughed a little bit, grabbing the Twix and slowly unwrapping it. She had no how ironic those words were. She probably could use a Xanax, but everyone was reluctant to prescribe the addict anything stronger than Tylenol. "You don't get it, Annabeth. Your parents are awesome. My parents are insane, and I'm fairly confident that they would be less angry about me coming home pregnant with triplets than about getting a C my first semester in college." She took on a deeper tone, imitating her dad. "You're setting the tone for your entire college career, Spence. Don't blow it."

Annabeth wrinkled her nose. "Your parents sounds intense."

She sighed and nodded. "Understatement of the year. My parents make Hitler look like the Easter Bunny sometimes," she laughed. Which was good and bad. It was sure nice to have that Hastings intensity on her side through everything she had to deal with last year. She glanced on her watch. "I'm going to stay with Toby tonight, alright? So don't wait up."

"You get your hot boyfriend and your scary, smart computer brain," Annabeth whined. "And what do I get?" She grabbed the stuffed cow on the other side of the bed. "I guess I'll just cuddle with Carl tonight. He isn't much of a looker, but he makes for a great cuddle buddy."

She smiled a little bit, loving the fact that Toby had been willing to come with her. He had made this transition a million times easier, especially since she was still having a hard time with certain things. She looked back down at her sociology book, cringing a little bit as she read about a kidnapping from years ago. She shut her book and pushed it away.

Smoke was filling up her lungs. It couldn't be normal smoke, it wouldn't have incapacitated her this quickly. She felt herself loosing control of her body as she slid to her knees and then to the cold, hard ground in the van. She met Aria's eyes as she slowly faded. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a pair of big, black gloves reaching for her.

Annabeth glanced at her curiously. "You okay?"

She nodded, smiling at her. It was a tense smile, but she counted on Annabeth's not knowing her well enough to tell. She ran a hand through her hair and glanced at the time. Toby would be there in 20 minutes. She could go meet him outside. The fresh air would probably do her some good. She grabbed her bag, hesitating as she reached for her cell phone. Even still, after a year of freedom, she flinched when her cell phone rang. But she knew that she needed it. She turned the volume all the way down, knowing that she would do better if she was able to discover the text message on her own time. "I'm going to go meet Toby now," she said softly, stopping to give her roommate a hug. God knows that her new friend had endless amounts of patience to deal with her nightmares and general uneasiness. "Have a nice night."

"You too, Spence," Annabeth smiled, passing her another piece of chocolate. "cheer up, okay? Midterms aren't the end of the world."

Spencer smiled tightly. Maybe 30% of her stress was midterms. She just couldn't shake the last year from her brain today. Maybe it was because of that midterm stress that everything else was making her jumpy. She walked down the stairs and sat down on the block of concrete, affectionately dubbed 'the stoop.' She pulled her legs up to her chest and closed her eyes, letting herself focus on things that made her happy. Maybe they would drive out the things that scared her.

She laughed and flopped across the couch, putting her feet in his lap. "I can't believe I graduate high school tomorrow. I honestly never thought it would happen."

His grin lit up his whole face. "I am so proud of you, Spence." He rubbed her leg for a second, absentmindedly.

The far off look in his eyes immediately showed her that he had something that he wanted to say. "What's on your mind?" She asked him softly, grabbing his free hand and pulling herself up, her legs still in his lap and her free hand on his cheek.

He chuckled a little bit. "I'm that transparent, huh?"

She smiled softly. "Only to me."

"I guess I just have something to tell you, and I'm not sure how you're going to react." He said finally, a worry line on his forehead. "We talked, but we never decided anything definitively, and..." he trailed off. "I guess I just don't want you to be mad at me."

"Tell me," she said seriously, straightening up and squeezing his hand gently. She honestly couldn't imagine herself being very upset with him after everything he had done for her in the last few months.

He hesitated. "I might have applied for a transfer to the Washington DC Police Department," he explained in a rush. "And I know, I know you aren't a fan of the cop thing, but I've grown to like it. And I know I should have talked to you before I assumed you'd want-"

She interrupted him with a kiss. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" She breathed against his lips. "You're coming with me?" Her eyes were wide with disbelief, and when he nodded she broke out into a wide grin. "You're coming with me!" She kissed him again, smiling against his lips the whole time.

She laughed mid-kiss and he pulled away with a grin that rivaled hers. "Stop laughing into my mouth," he protested, framing her face with his hands. "So you're not upset?"

She didn't even know how to respond to that other than to reattach her lips to his. He would kiss away any doubts that he had, because this was perfect. He was perfect. Maybe everything would be okay.

She jumped a little bit as a hand touched her arm, wincing away. But she relaxed as soon as she saw that it was Toby. "It's just me. I'm sorry," he said breathlessly, pulling her into a hug. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I said your name a few times, but I don't think you heard me. I didn't mean to scare you."

She shivered into his chest a little bit, waiting until she could smile before pulling away. "It's okay. I'm alright," she lightly touched his cheek and smiled. "I just wasn't paying attention."

"Are you sure?" He asked her softly. "I really am sorry."

"Let's just go," she said lowly, keeping the smile on her face. And it wasn't forced at all. Toby was one of the only people that could make her smile these days. "I need to escape the college life for tonight."

"Are you alright?" He took her upper arm and stopped them just outside of the parking lot. He gave her the kind of look that made her feel like he could see into her brain and pick out exactly how she was feeling. "Why were you waiting outside?"

She wanted to divert her eyes, but she knew Toby well enough to know that that would only make him worry. "I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed." She hesitated. "And the case study for my psychology midterm is about a kidnapping, and..." she trailed off, knowing that she wouldn't have to explain herself to him.

He pulled her close again in the kind of hug that made her feel like she had never been hugged before until she met Toby. He put his whole body into it, pulling her close... making her feel safe, secure, and loved. "You're safe now," he whispered into her ear. "Cece's in some psych ward far away, and she can't ever hurt you again."

It was easy to believe that while he held her like this. It was much harder to believe when her mind brought her back to places that she never wanted to relive. "I know," she murmured into his neck. "but my brain doesn't seem to always know," she laughed a little bit, pulling away. "I don't want to think about this anymore. Can we go get pizza and watch bad TV for awhile?"

His eyes didn't leave hers for a long moment. But in the end he nodded, wrapping an arm around her and leading her to the car. "I love you, Spencer," he said softly. "and we will get through this and everything else together, okay?"

"I love you too," she whispered, squeezing his hand; and for a second she felt like the luckiest person, despite everything she had gone through in the last two years. Maybe it was worth it, because she got Toby out of the mess.

She looked sadly at the last bite of pizza before tossing it into the nearly empty box. "If I eat another bite I'm going to die."

"Weak," Toby scoffed, reaching for one last piece. "I think I have a few more bites left in me."

Some of her favorite times were the moments she got to spend with just Toby, the moments where she got the chance to see her typically reserved boyfriend let loose, and the times where she felt completely comfortable being her real self. She yawned and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, curling up against him. "Can we watch Pitch Perfect now?"

Toby nodded, pressing his lips against her hair. "But you're going to fall asleep."

"I am not," she protested with a tired laugh.

He snorted, running his gentle fingers through her hair. "I don't think we've ever watched a movie where you didn't fall asleep."

"No!" She insisted. "I didn't fall asleep during..." she trailed off thinking. "um, during that documentary on Darfur?"

"Because it was for your foreign policy class," he chuckled. "you're good with grades. You're not so good with staying awake in the middle of other movies."

She scoffed, starting the movie, intent upon proving him wrong. But she quickly felt herself drifting of, falling asleep against him.

"I swear to God, if Caleb shows up here I'll kill you myself."

She put a hand on Hanna's shoulder, but she couldn't dispute her words. Because if Toby showed up here she would destroy anyone and anything that tried to stop her from getting him out of here. Right as she was about to open her mouth to say something a loud thumping came from the closet door. She hesitantly walked over and opened it, letting out an anguished cry as Caleb and Toby tumbled out. "No. Oh my God."

She crawled across the floor to him, still in her orange jump suit. He was groggy, but he seemed to be alright. Charles must have drugged him. Hopefully Caleb was alright too, but she only had eyes for Toby right now. She put both hands on his cheeks, tilting his head up so that she could look into his eyes. "Toby," she breathed, leaning down and ghosting her lips over the top of his. "Oh my God. Toby."

He groaned and opened his eyes, immediately jerking up and grasping her forearm. "Spencer?" He whispered. He scooted the rest of the way up and took her face into his hands, checking her over. "Are you okay? Did Charles hurt you? Where the hell are we?"

She shrugged desperately. "I don't know. Somewhere underground is all that I've been able to figure out. We're all physically okay," she whispered. "just really scared."

He pulled her closer in a tight, one armed hug. She leaned into him, and for the first time in a week she felt some semblance of safety. That was until he groaned and his body slumped into her. She tightened her grip, struggling to lower him to the ground. She grew pale at the sight of a dark spot spreading on his chest. She ripped his shirt off, screaming whens he saw the blood. "No!" She sobbed, putting pressure on his wound. She felt sick as the thick, hot blood seeped between her fingers. "No! Please don't leave me! Toby!"

She could see the remorse in his eyes as the light slowly faded from them and he went still.

"Spencer!" His hands were on her shoulders, gently shaking her awake. "Open your eyes, Spence. It's just a dream. You're alright. You're safe."

She pried her eyes open, looking around frantically. But they weren't in the dollhouse. They were in Toby's apartment. They were safe. He was safe. Mistaking the anguish on her face for fear he pulled her close, clutching her head against his chest as he ran his gentle fingers through her sweaty, tangled hair. "You're safe. I've got you. And Charlotte's in jail. Nothing can hurt you now."

He was okay. He was breathing, and in the end that was all that mattered.

But he was wrong. Maybe Charlotte was in jail, but her mind still held everything that she had done to her. She relived the pain and the worries every single night when she went to sleep. She was physically safe, but she doubted that her head would ever be a safe place again.