Hey Guys! Welcome to the sequel of "The Secret House". Here's the first chapter. Hope you guys like it, I'm still working some stuff out but hopefully it comes together ok. There'll be major changes to some of the characters because of the events in story one and, if you've read TSH, you'll notice it right away. Just so everyone isn't completely alarmed and is like "WHAT THE FUN! HOLY MOTHER THERESA WHY!" because I know you will...cough cough You know who you are.

Chapter 1:

Ashley

I sat beside Spencer who laid in the hospital bed, so many tubes and wires sticking out from her body, so many machines; feeding her, hydrating her, keeping her alive. If you could even call it that anymore. She wasn't Spencer, this Spencer was lifeless. Her hair didn't shine, her skin was pale, her body was bruised and she hadn't woken from her slumber in nearly four weeks. She looked more like a half human, half robot hybrid like an android from one of those Si-fi movies.

Spencer was dead for almost an hour before her body suddenly rebooted itself. She was conscious for only a few seconds before lapsing into a coma as the Doctors struggled to stabilize her. They said it was a miracle that her body hadn't already begun to deteriorate in the time that her body had shut down to the time that she woke up again.

The memory followed me, even though it was nearly a month ago...

They wheeled Spencer away from me. I wanted to follow but the guard at the door said other wise

It was nearly forty-five minutes later when the doctors came out looking defeated and depressed. The head surgeon came up to me where I was sitting beside Aiden and Kyla, pulling off the hair thing he wore and holding it in his hands nervously. I stood up and he looked down at me, giving me the speech I didn't want to hear.

"I'm so sorry." He began, his voice was deep and I'm sure it would've been soothing if not for the current situation. "Her wound was too great, she'd lost too much blood and there was so much vital organ damage that I'm amazed she made it this far. The bullet caused severe splintering of her ribs which punctured both lungs, her heart and diaphragm." I looked down as he put his hand on my shoulder "There was nothing we could do." I just tried not to break down again. I tried to be strong for Spencer. I wanted to keep her memory and remember the good times with her; the first time I saw her, our first kiss, the trip up to her cabin, the first time we'd spent the night together...

"Can I see her?" I sniffed and he nodded, leading all three of us down the corridor. Kyla held my blood encrusted hand as we went and I couldn't help the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I missed her so much already...I couldn't stand the thought of never seeing her ever again except in old pictures and the video we made, well Spencer made while we were at her cabin.

The surgeon pushed the doors open and we walked in. He shut the doors behind us and I stood there, beside my dead lover's body for a few seconds before my legs gave out under me. I clutched the bed in order to keep myself upright but sobbed openly at the sight of the girl who used to be Spencer.

The dress had been cut straight down the middle, exposing her in lacy underwear that she no doubt had worn for later that night. Blood was everywhere. It was caked to her skin and made her look like it was part of her skin in some places. Her eyelids were bruised and her skin was nearly snow white.

"Oh god Spence..." I whispered in a hard sob as I clutched the sheets under his with all my strength, which wasn't much right then and there. I took her hand in mine and gently pressed my lips to the soft skin and gently ran my fingers over her skin "I'm so sorry Spencer. I'm so sorry." A tear rolled off my cheek and onto her hand, cleaning some blood from her ill looking skin. There was a few seconds of silence before Spencer's eyes shot open and she gasped hard, arching off the bed and started coughing. "SPENCER!" I yelled with shock and slight excitement. I grabbed her face and forced her to lay back on the mattress, trying to stop her from hurting herself even more. I heard Aiden open the door and yelled for someone to help us.

I looked down at the girl who had been clutching my wrists tightly as she wheezed and coughed as her lungs strived for the air that hadn't been inside her body for nearly an hour. She was slowly fading back out as the team of doctors rushed back in and began prepping her and stabilizing her vitals. I was pulled back by someone as they began setting up the Iv and blood bag. And so began Spencer's new struggle to stay alive.

And now here I sat, four weeks later in a private hospital room I'd gotten for her as well as her own bathroom for when she woke up. I gently reached out and took her hand in mine, it was cooler than usual and she didn't return the small embrace.

"Spencer" I whispered, "Spencer please wake up. Please? You can't leave me. You can't." I pressed my lips to the hand that smelt of disinfectant, seeming completely different from the skin that used to smell like vanilla and honey. "Because without you...I can't—I need you. You're everything Spence. If you leave me now...I don't see how I can go on." I carefully climbed into the bed next to her and leaned my head against hers. I felt hopeless

"Spencer...I love you" I whispered, feeling like I was talking to myself. I'd finally said those three little words and it didn't have as much affect as I'd expected. It wasn't completely enlightening and there weren't angels singing or a holy light but I'd said them. And I meant it. A part of me knew Spencer couldn't hear what I'd said, That I was wasting my breath. That was, at least, until I heard the heart monitor make a little spastic noise and I looked up, the green line had jumped higher the normal for just one beat. I looked at her and pushed myself up into kneeling position just looking at the blonde.

"Spencer?" I asked pushing the hair back from her face. "Spencer can you hear me?" once again the spastic noise can and the candle of hope in my heart that had extinguished a week ago suddenly had a flicker of light. "Spencer listen to me ok? I know you're in there, and I know you're fighting or maybe you've given up." I straddled her waist carefully and gently put my hands on either side of her face, to get my message across better and stronger. The heart monitor beeped again, she was in there! Spencer was still there! This was so cliché, but so goddamn awesome!

I glanced at the heart monitor quickly before looking back to the beautiful girl who looked like she was sleeping, I couldn't help the stupid grin that spread across my face as I felt her muscles flexing ever so slightly under me. "But you'd better get your act together, because weather you know it or not I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, you stupid, heroic girl. So you'd better wake up Spencer Carlin. You'd better wake up and you'd better not leave me alone" the words came out a giddy rush.

A silent moment passed.

Spencer woke up.

Spencer's POV:

I was floating in the dark. In a place where I couldn't see, I couldn't hear and I couldn't feel. It was disorientating at first, this place was WAY different than the white clouds and bright lights bathed me. It felt like I was sleeping for a very long, long time. I wanted out. I wasn't tired anymore but I seemed to be unable to push myself out of the goddamn dark that surrounded me. I couldn't remember what had happened exactly...We were at prom...we were dancing...suddenly I was on the ground and there was blood everywhere. Then I was in a car...Ashley was there...Aiden and Kyla too...What the hell? God this doesn't make sense. I was trying to figure it out when i felt something.

There were a pair of soft lips pressed to my hand and I instantly knew who it was. Ashley. I thought with sudden hope. I could feel something and hear her soft breathing in the endless darkness. She's next to me in the bed, her skin is touching mine.

"Spencer...I love you" the voice echoed in my head and for a second my heart slammed painfully against my ribs. Wait...pain! I could feel pain! This was amazing! But horribly sad at the same time. Who thought that I'd be happy to be in pain? Even if it was sweet pain like this.

Beep

What the hell was that? Jesus, Ashley said she loved me (!) and the next thing I hear is beep? Wow...this is one screwed up dream. I swear if MJ appears with back up dancers and the thriller music...I may need psychological help.

"Spencer? Spencer can you hear me?" Wait wait wait hold up now. This isn't a dream is it? Those are actually her hands on my face right? So I'm not sleeping? Then what the frack is with the dark stuff? That doesn't matter now. My heart punched my ribs hard again and I could feel her straddle my waist. I wanted so badly to move but my muscles would answer my calling properly and just twitched.

I didn't catch what she said next, the echoing distorted it too much but the next thing she said I heard loud and clear.

"But you'd better get your act together, because weather you know it or not I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, you stupid, heroic girl. So you'd better wake up Spencer Carlin. You'd better wake up and you'd better not leave me alone"

There was a quiet moment before my eyes opened and everything was just a big white blur. I blinked a few times as shapes began to form, I couldn't see much of anything still. God, being in a deep dark hole for forever can really screw with your eye sight. Everything was doubled for moment which was even more disorientating and then in a few seconds everything snapped to. I saw the beautiful brunette straddling my waist and her ecstatic smile that always made my heart flutter. I was home. Extremely thirsty but I was home. I saw tears rolling down her cheek and couldn't understand...

Ashley's POV:

"Ash?" She croaked and blinked a few times, I could see her pupils dilating and shrinking as they got used to the light "Ash why are you crying?" and I didn't answer. I only pressed my lips to hers, over whelmed by the relief that washed over me like a tidal wave. She kissed me back just as passionately, if not a little clumsy but to be expected after not using her muscles in four weeks, resting her hands on my thighs as I pressed the button for a nurse to come in and I dismounted her quickly hearing the woman enter.

"Look who's awake!" She smiled brightly at Spencer who blushed slightly, god how I've missed the rose colour... "I'll just go get the doctor" she said before shuffling off down the corridor. I help Spencer's hand and she pressed it to her lips gently

"did you mean it?" She asked me and I looked at her for a moment

"Mean what?"

"When you said that you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" before I had a chance to answer the doctor came in. The same surgeon who had announced Spence's death held a clip board in his hand and walked in, seeing Spencer alive and well.

"So Ms. Carlin, seems as if you're doing well. A lot better than when you first arrived here." He smiled warmly and she smiled timidly "I don't think you'll be needing these anymore" He said unhooking various machines from her body and pulling the needles out of her skin. She cringed slightly and I couldn't help but giggle. Spencer was back!

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