Wow, what do you even say after all this time? I'm really sorry I took so long. I sort of forgot about this story and I feel terrible for that. I promise you I'm back writing my stories and there will be a lot of updates soon. You're reviews were a huge reason for my comeback I really love to hear what you have to say. So this chapter has a bit Spanna in it but it's necessary so you understand a couple of things that go on. From now on it's Sparia with full force I promise

There was a thunderstorm raging outside. The room was suddenly lit, the objects casting twisted shadows on the walls. It wasn't raining yet, the thunderstorm was just a sign; an omen of the terrible storm that was about to be unleashed upon the small town.

"Hey, this is Hanna. I'm either busy or I don't feel like talking to you, but feel free to leave a message."

"Hanna, this is Spencer. Listen, can you call me back? I really need to talk to you, it's important. Um, bye." Spencer hung up sighing. She'd been calling Hanna for the past 2 hours to no avail. She got up from her bed as her room was suddenly lit by the thunderstorm. She walked to her mirror, starring at her reflection. "Hanna, there's something you should know." She said to her reflection quietly. She looked at herself square in the eye and, took a deep breath. "I'm gay."

As if on cue, lighting struck somewhere nearby, lighting her room and making it shake with the force of thunder. Spencer imagined Hanna's reaction. She imagines her smiling and assuring her that it was no big deal and that she was still her best friend. "The thing is Hanna. There's something else you should know." She imagined the look of confusion crossing her friend's face. What is it? Hanna would ask. Spencer smiled at her reflection sadly. "I'm in love with you."

III

"I can't believe you've been living here for almost a month and you still haven't unpacked."

Spencer chuckled as Hanna struggled to carry a box across the living room.

"Here, let me help you with that." She said taking the box out of the blonde's hands and carrying it to the kitchen island. "You've gotten softer, Han."

"Oh shut up. Talk to me when you go through pregnancy." Hanna exclaimed hand pressed to her chest in faux irritation. "Seriously Spence, why the hell haven't you unpacked?"

Spencer shrugged. "I've been busy." Before Hanna could press the subject further, a small brunette girl came running inside the house from the backyard.

"Mommy! I saw a worm outside!" she said beaming at her mother, tugging her sleeve. "Come see! Hurry!"

Spencer chuckled at the scene. Hanna's daughter was gorgeous: she'd inherited her father's brown hair and her mother's beautiful blue eyes.

"Mommy's kind of busy, sweetie." Hanna replied shooting Spencer a pleading look. She bit back a smile remembering the blonde's hate for those creatures.

"I'll go check out the worm with you." Spencer said getting up and shooting Hanna a smirk. The other woman looked relieved as the brunette followed the little squealing girl outside.

The Hastings backyard looked nothing like it used to in its days of splendor; overgrown grass dominated the place. Branches, leaves, twigs, tendrils, and thorns were mingled, crossed, confused. The garden was no longer a garden, as wilderness had taken over. After just a few months nature had taken back what was hers in the beginning and turned it into an unknown and wild place. As Spencer walked out she noticed for the first time how truly disheveled it looked compared to its impeccable predecessor. If this little girl had visited this place a few years ago, she wouldn't have been able to find a single worm even if she looked for a whole day.

Spencer felt a pang of something while she walked through the place again; it sort of projected her inner self. She used to be the perfect self her parents had wanted her to be. When she had turned her back on that it had been as if nature had regained her back. Something wild grew inside of her, something her parents had been tending to since she was born.

"Here it is! Here it is!" The mini brunette beamed at her as she pointed down to the ground. Spencer looked to where she was pointing, and effectively there was a strange animal there.

"It's not a worm. It's a slug." She gently corrected the child.

"No. It's not a sbug, it's a worm." The kid stubbornly said mispronouncing the word. Spencer chuckled softly; she was as stubborn as her mother.

"All right, all right. I apologize." She said hands up in a gesture of defeat. The girl just smiled triumphantly and began to poke the slug with a stick she had found. Spencer just stared at the little girl fondly; she reminded her a lot of Hanna when she was a little girl. She looked over her shoulder back to the house and was surprised to find the blonde staring at them, a smile on her face. She smiled back, and gestured for her to come over. Hanna's smile immediately vanished and was replaced by a look of disgust at the thought of seeing whatever her daughter had found. Spencer bit back a laugh and turned back to the little girl.

"What's your name?" she asked her.

"Rebecca." responded the little brunette without looking up.

"That's a really nice name. My name is Spencer."

"I know." The girl said and Spencer was surprised by this. "You're mommy's best friend. She talks lots about you."

Spencer glanced back to where Hanna was rummaging in the fridge and she felt a warm feeling spreading through her. The feeling was immediately replaced by guilt; guilt at shutting out her best friend for so many years.

"We should go back. Your mom will get worried."

"Awww! But I wanna play with the worm!" Rebecca turned her big blue pleading eyes in Spencer's direction and she instantly melted.

"All right, but just for a little while, okay?"

The girl jumped up and wrapped her arms around Spencer's waist. "You're the best!"

III

Clonk There was a sound at her window. Spencer opened her eyes and looked around disoriented. She'd fallen asleep on her bed after calling Hanna a million times. It was raining with full force now, creating a steady background noise. The howling wind sounded eerily like screams and every now and then her room was lit by lighting. Clonk There it was again. She got up and staggered towards the window, whatever it was didn't let her sleep. She squinted trying to see through the heavy darkness and pouring rain. She was about to go back to sleep when lighting illuminated everything and she saw a flash of blonde outside. It was Hanna! Spencer ran downstairs as fast as she could, cursing herself for not being fast enough. She yanked open the front door and there she was, in all her splendor and beauty. Well… She was actually soaking wet and looked miserable but to Spencer she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

"Hanna? What's going on?" she asked concerned. Hanna simply pushed past her and into the living room arms wrapped around herself, shivering. She stood in front of the fireplace, no doubt trying to warm herself, giving her back to the brunette.

"Sean and I had a fight." She said after a while. "I think it might really be over this time." Spencer, who had stood at the door waiting for her friend to talk, took a step closer.

"Are you okay?" she asked tentatively.

"Do I look okay?!" Hanna spun around to look at her, anger flashing in her blue eyes. The anger didn't last long and was soon replaced by tears. Spencer took another tentative step and was greatly surprised when the blonde threw herself into her arms sobbing.

"It's okay Han. It's all gonna be okay."

III

"Well, that seemed to be the last box." Hanna said, sighing in relief. "I thought we would never finish."

It had grown dark outside. Rebecca was curled up on a couch in the living room fast asleep, and they had just finished unpacking the last box.

"We didn't have to unpack everything today." Spencer said, and Hanna shot her a look.

"Seriously, Spencer? This place was a complete disaster! You should be glad I came over, or else who knows how long it would've stayed that way."

"I was planning on unpacking soon." The brunette said defensively. Hanna just rolled her eyes.

"Sure, Spencer."

They were both sitting in the kitchen eating the takeout they had ordered. They had been unpacking all day, and were both exhausted. Spencer had enjoyed Hanna's company greatly; without her the evening would have been just another dull day in her new life. She had been incredibly relieved to see that after all this years it was as if nothing had changed. Well, except for the fact that Hanna was married and had a daughter. Unpacking had created the perfect distraction from their issued, but now Spencer couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Hanna, I need to talk to you."

III

They were laying on Spencer's bed, Hanna sleeping softly wrapped in the safety of her arms. She couldn't sleep, not when her head was reeling from all that had happened. After Hanna had told her she had broken up, Spencer had taken her upstairs to her room. She had helped her change to dry clothes, and had calmed her down by singing her a song.

As Spencer moved to the couch so Hanna could sleep comfortably, the blonde had yanked her back and had whispered a soft hold me to which Spencer couldn't say no to. She couldn't possibly know what she was doing to her, asking her spend the night with her arms wrapped around her. It was killing her, and Hanna had no idea.

She had been meaning to tell her about her feeling for her for a long time; ever since she had found out. Spencer found out that it was really ill lucked that the night she had finally decided she would confess, Hanna had appeared at her door, heartbroken, begging for comfort.

She chuckled in the dark; this was insanely twisted. As if on cue, the blonde chose that exact moment to stir and snuggle closer to her. Spencer had to bite back a moan as Hanna's hand unconsciously ran up her thigh.

"You don't know what you do to me Hanna." She whispered to the sleeping form in her arms. "You absolutely have no idea what effect you have on me: Your hair, your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way you frown when you read or don't understand something; how you call me Spencie sometimes, how you keep telling me how awesome I am, the way you flip your hair… It drives me insane." She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't stop. She had made up her mind to tell Hanna today and she would. "I love you Hanna Marin."

III

"Sure, Spence. What is it?" Hanna asked with a warm smile.

"I've been meaning to call you ever since we met at Rosewood High and-. Well… I just-" She fell silent looking at her hands. Hanna always seemed to make a mess of her, even now after all this years. She'd gotten over her feelings for the blonde a huge while ago, but she was still her best friend and she still cared about what she thought of her.

"Ever since we met at Rosewood High? It's only been a week Spence. Not a lifetime." Hanna said smiling. When Spencer didn't look up she pressed her hand comfortingly. "You know you can tell me anything."

Spencer finally looked up. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, Han. I'm really, truly sorry for shutting you out for so long: For not returning your calls, or emails. You were my best friend-you still are. But I was just- I was really messed up, and angry. I was angry at my parents for not accepting who I was; for not accepting my decision to study English instead of Law like they wanted me to; and for setting me up with that stupid job in New York which I completely fell for and accepted. I know none of this had to do with you, but I was only thinking about myself and about what I wanted. I realize that now. I just really hope this hasn't ruined our friendship, because I honestly wouldn't be able to take it and-"

"Spencer, stop." Hanna said a strange twinkling of emotion in her eyes. "I understand. And I want you to know that this doesn't change anything, you're still my best friend. I obviously missed you. I wished more than once to be able to talk to you about what was happening in my life and hear what you had to say but- What's done is done. There's no way to change the past, but we can make arrangements for the future." She finished winking.

"Wow," Spencer breathed in awe and Hanna felt a pang of pride. "you have grown older."

Hanna gasped in faux indignation, and gave Spencer a light punch in the arm.

"You're the worst, Spencie!" she exclaimed laughing along the brunette.

As their laughter died down, Spencer looked deep into Hanna's eyes smiling.

"Thanks, Hanna"

"For what?"

"Everything."

III

It was the Monday of her second week at Rosewood High. She felt great, as she walked the familiar halls, heading to her classroom. She didn't feel jittery anymore, and she'd actually started to be sort of fond of her students. Her favorite student, not that she'd ever show it or admit it out loud, was Aria Montgomery. Her beauty aside, she was incredibly talented. Spencer loved to read her essays, and she always loved when she raised her hand to contradict her or give her opinion on something. All the other students only nodded and agreed to everything she said but Aria didn't; she gave her a hard time and was hard to convince.

They once spent a whole class discussing the character of Heathcliff, because Aria kept arguing that she was sure that deep down he was a good man and he had just lived a misfortunate life. Spencer admired her determination; it sort of reminded her of her younger self. Aria was so full of life, so passionate, so determined, that Spencer felt a pang of warmth every time she saw her. Not to mention she had gorgeous eyes and a beautiful smile. Oh and her laugh-

She stopped herself suddenly as she was scribbling on the board. No, Spencer. You don't think of her that way. You just have a teacherly admiration towards a great student. At least, that's what she told herself. She was having a mini argument in her mind when there was suddenly a knock on her door. She turned around to find the principal standing at her door.

"Ms. Hastings? May I have a word with you?"

"Sure, Mr. Fitz." Spencer felt a twinge of nervousness. What did he want to talk about?

"I'm sure you've heard about Ms. Vanderwaal's accident."

Oh, that's just it.

"Yeah, I've heard. She got in a car crash this weekend, right?"

"Yes, that's correct." He paused, and something clicked in Spencer's mind. He's going to ask me a favor she groaned internally. "As you are aware, Ms. Vanderwaal was the head of student activities."

Oh no.

"I was talking to other teachers and they are all busy with their classes or clubs, and" Yeah right. You just want to ask me because I'm the new teacher and you know I won't refuse "I was wondering if you could take her place for the semester. What do you say?"

His face said that asking her was just a formality and that she refused she would lose her job. What choice do I have?

"Sure." She answered, not bothering to cover her annoyance.

"Perfect." He went up to her and handed her a folder. "Here's the calendar. The next activity coming up is the school play which you'll be organizing. We have auditions scheduled for this afternoon." Before Spencer could protest he waved goodbye and left.

She sighed in frustration as her students began filing in. She had no idea what to do. She had never organized a school play; she didn't even know what play they were doing. She needed someone's help, someone who knew about this, someone who had an idea about this, someone-

"You should totally audition, Aria!" Emily Fields exclaimed as she entered the classroom with Aria Montgomery.

"I don't know, Em."

Spencer's eyes were fixed on Aria, as the wheels on her head were turning. She had found her someone.

Bam. Spencer and Aria meeting after school organizing the school play. Mmmm, what can be hotter than that? Anyway leave me a review to tell me what you think, please If you have any ideas or suggestions don't hesitate to let me know, that way I won't get writer's block. Until next time!