A/N: Hi! I'm nowhere near new to FF, but this is the first story I've ever written for it. I'd love some constructive criticism, and I proofed it like 20 times, but I probably still missed something, hahaha. :) This story is more about Spoby than anything else, although Hanna and Toby are the only two characters in it.

I got the idea after watching 2x23 and loooving the Hanna/Toby scene. This is a rewrite, how I wish it had gone. Oh, and I couldn't resist adding a bit of Haleb at the end. They're my otp. ;) Hope you enjoy!

Read & review, please. :)

"No, Toby, you can not let Jenna back into your life again!" I insisted, taking on a determined stance. I honestly didn't know him that well, but Spencer cared about him and knowing what Jenna did to him, I did too.

His face twisted suddenly into a hard, defensive stare. "What you need to do is shut up about my sister."

Still not backing down, I took a step closer and made sure he heard me perfectly when I exaggerated, "Stepsister."

"Hanna, let it go. She needs my help!" We were arguing like an old married couple, and to be honest, this was the first real conversation I even remembered having with him.

Crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes, I reminded him, "Yeah, and so does Spencer. Remember her?" My words were laced with venom; I had to get my point across. I had to stick up for my best friend. He looked as if he were about to fight back, but before he could, I interrupted. "You know, if you really loved her, you'd realize there's something she's trying to keep you from. Because she loves you. Clearly, you don't return the favor."

On that note, I turned to walk out of the room. After a mere three steps, I felt something grasp my arm and suddenly I was face-to-face with Toby again. His expression was softer, more caring. "What do you mean there's something she's trying to keep me from?"

"Let me go," I seethed, speaking through clenched teeth. The last thing I needed was to be trapped here. I didn't even want to be having this conversation, but somehow I got roped in, trying to make him feel guilty. He obliged, and I stayed where I was. If he tried anything again, I wasn't afraid to stoop to first grade levels and pinch and/or bite him.

"Hanna," his tone was insistent, "if there's something I need to know, tell me."

I pursed my lips and gave him my best bitch face. This expression could scare the freshman, sophomore, and junior-with a few exceptions-classes of Rosewood High into line immediately, but it had no effect on him. Damn. "You should talk to Spencer about that. If you ever decide to grow up, call her." I began to turn and leave on that note, but his tone of voice piqued my interest.

"If I ever decide to grow up?" Suddenly, all kindness was swept from his face and we were back to glares. He sounded angry. "Spencer cheated on me!" he shouted, his words filling the empty room. In response, my expression twisted into confusion.

"What are you talking about?" I yelled back, equally as loud. "She would never! In case you haven't noticed, she. loves. you!" After each of the last three words, I mercilessly poked his chest with my right hand.

"Emily told me she was with Wren!" Toby shouted back at me, his voice bouncing off of the walls. How could no one hear us from the hall?

Bring. The bell rang, indirectly answering my question. I was officially late to French for the fifth time, meaning I'd earned an after school detention. Thank you very much, Toby. Whatever, this needed to be settled. Madame Devereux could wait.

Once again narrowing my icy blue orbs of eyes, I threw my hands up in the air. "Who the hell is Wren?"

"Don't pretend you don't know anything, Hanna! Stop trying to make me feel like an idiot. You know, you're just like Spencer. You're both perfect clones of Alison." My mouth dropped at his last few words. How dare he go that far? Ali was a touchy subject for us all, had he brought this up with Spencer before? Is this what led them to breakup, the same topics that were forming our first conversation right at this very moment?

Scoffing, I placed my hands on my hips and stood up straighter, trying with all effort to seem taller and somewhat more intimidating. "Is that what you said to Spence too? Are those the exact words that broke her heart?" I might have been going a little too far, but by now, words were just slipping out of my mouth. Let's face it: when did I ever think before saying anything?

His face fell, and I could tell I had hit a soft spot. Good. That proved he still cared for Spencer, that all the tears she had shed over him were actually possibly worth something. But what he had said was the complete opposite of how he looked right now. While he remained processing what I had told him, I took the seconds I had as an opportunity to continue. "How could you compare the girl you love to the one you hated? Unless it was all a lie, and in that case, I'd like you to kindly get out of Spencer's life or I will kick you out of it." I didn't know honestly how threatening I could possibly be to Toby, but I was trying my hardest.

"I love Spencer," he murmured in a low voice. "I really do." I almost smiled, at least that saved my shoe from a trip up his ass. "But what she did was unforgivable."

Then I remembered what he had told me earlier, but why would Emily tell him that? "I don't know what drugs Emily's on," I snapped, actually pausing to hope for a second that Maya hadn't convinced her and then deeming the idea ridiculous, "but Spencer could never do that to you. She may seem scary, but she wouldn't hurt a fly if it landed on her filet mignon." Another rich person quip. Spence would so kill me if she was here, after she finished thanking me.

"Think about it, Toby. The Spencer you apparently know so well and love: do you think she'd have the heart to cheat on you?" I gave him an incredulous look after I finished asking my question, and shaking my head. The guilt would take her over if she did, and when she felt guilty, Spencer ended up telling me or one of the other girls soon. It was usually me though, since I was the one to come to for the harsh truth.

Without any real answer, Toby pushed past me and began to exit the room, murmuring, "I need to talk to her." Luckily for him, I knew it was Spencer's free period.

"She's out in the courtyard, don't screw this up!" I informed him. That's where she had been for the past few days, usually alone. Once I had figured out she was there, I had joined her but she'd seemed to want to be alone. So I had left, silently for once, leaving her with her thoughts.

Satisfied with myself, I exited the room after her and started towards Madame Devereux's classroom, awaiting a delightful detention. But I didn't really care; I mean, after all, detentions sometimes held the key to love.