Dear, people, you should all know as a Spashley shipper I wasn't going to leave it there. I couldn't.

It's only short but epilogues are.

I own nothing people, you should know this.

Epilogue.

She sat at her desk, slowly typing, not really paying attention but eyes scanning notes anyway. Ashley Davies was more than unimpressed with her work, but she persevered, the more she got down, the better she would sleep knowing it was finished.

She looked at the computer clock, 01:57, not a good time to be awake generally but it was a Saturday. She was usually awake at this time, writing down songs, work-notes, anything to keep her Sunday free. She liked Sundays, the day of rest, her day with Spencer.

Best friends forever, at least, that's what the photo frame told her. The one that sat on her desk and the picture of her and the blonde pulling silly faces at the camera. She liked that picture, when they were stupid and naive and didn't have to get up at 5, Monday to Friday, so you didn't feel bad about having so much money and no-one else being able to afford the luxuries she had. She hated her conscience, and Spencer for giving it her.

The ringing of her cell-phone interrupted her reverie of why she hated guilt trips and the Carlin girl, but not really, just a little. She checked the ID, though she knew who it was, and smiled, answering quickly and leaning back in her chair.

"A. Davies Lesbian Hotline, this is Ashley. How can I be of service tonight?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The sultry voice of Spencer flooded her senses and she shivered, not intentionally, it was automatic everytime she heard her voice.

"What are you doing up at this time? Don't you have a busy social life you need to stay beautiful for, or something?" It wasn't that she was jealous, just curious. Ashley knew jealousy; that was the feeling she had when she saw Spencer wrapped around some other girl on the dance floor, or the feeling she got when Spencer talked about the new girl in her life. She had gone through the stage of a few girls here and there, no serious relationship until Carmen. That lasted a little over 6 months, and for 6 months Ashley had tried many women and many alcoholic beverages before giving up and accepting. Right about that time Spencer had caught the girl kissing someone else; it was over as soon as blue eyes saw what was happening.

"You always say I'm beautiful. Are you lying to me when you say that?" Teasing tones but Ashley answered quickly anyway, wanting to keep her on the phone.

"No, I'm always honest when it comes to you Spencer." There was a pregnant pause and brown eyes blinked, hoping deeply that she hadn't made the situation tense. She opened her mouth to speak again, randomly talk about pizzas, or something, anything to go off of topic.

"I miss you." She was beaten to the punch and she span slowly in her chair, it squeaked quietly.

"You saw me last Tuesday."

"No, Ash. I mean, I miss you more than going for coffee every Tuesday. I miss us." Ashley could hear something in the background, Spencer was walking somewhere and it was the middle of the night, or early in the morning; either way it wasn't safe.

"Where are you?"

"Do you miss us, Ashley?" Avoidance was a tactic they both knew very well and they both played it to the full level. Ashley, instead of answering right away, was planning on the quickest route to find Spencer at this time.

"Of course I do."

"Why did you pause?" More noises and Ashley was pacing her living room now, trying to find her shoes and jacket.

"It's hard to talk about this when I'm trying to find my shoes and my jacket and figure out where you are." She stumbled over the coffee table, cursing under her breath and making a beeline for the boots she could see in the corner.

"I'm right here, Ashley." Spencer's voice floated from behind her and Ashley paused, afraid to turn around and find it was Aiden or Kyla or someone else with a new type of gadget. "Turn around, I want to see you." She did and there she was.

"How did you get in?"

"Kyla left her key at my house before. I forgot to give it her back, so I figured what better time than now." Ashley threw her now hung up phone onto the couch and ran a hand through her curls, trying to place all the pieces together.

"Okay. Why are you here?" They were close to each other, barely registering their steps. "Are you alright?"

"Perfect." Hands joined and Ashley had to look down to make sure she was seeing what she was feeling. "I just needed to tell you something and phones are a little too impersonal to spill little secrets."

"What do you have to tell me?" Fingers linked, eyes locked and hearts pounded but they both stood their ground. They were always the strongest together, though great on their own, they needed one another.

"I've been searching, you see, for this so called 'one' person in my life." Spencer led them slowly to the couch, not continuing until they were both sat down and facing one another. Hands still linked and eyes still locked. "Just searching, you know? I found her, and I needed you to know." The pounding hearts stopped to shatter into dropping stomachs.

"Oh. I knew you'd find the person, see I'm always right."

"She's amazing, Ash. Beautiful, funny, intelligent, so very annoying, thinks she is God's gift to everything and everyone. But you know the best thing about her?" Ashley reasoned that gloating didn't suit Spencer, especially now.

"She can put up with you rambling?"

"No." Spencer smiled a toothy grin, moving closer to Ashley, eyes flicking to lips and back to eyes. "The best thing is; she waited for me for as long as I needed and grew more in love with me everyday. Do you know how special that is?"

"She sounds perfect for you." Stomachs still dropped and eyes still flicked, but Ashley, not one to be deterred, managed to fumble out a sentence.

"You always were egotistical. Do you know that?"

"What?"

"You. Saying how perfect you are for me, I'll never understand why I love you so much." Shock registered and Spencer took her chance to capture the lips she had dreamt about for the two years they had been apart.

It was soft and passionate and, though she knew Ashley was confused beyond anything, the kiss was returned with the same need and want that had been building within her. Arms wrapped and fingers clenched soft material, begging not to let go and forcing them closer together. It was the brunette to pull back first, a slight frown adorning her reddening face.

"So, I'm the one you want?" Spencer nodded. "Not someone else?" She shook her head. "So, you had my little heart breaking for nothing." A nod. "God, I hate you." A smile.

"No, you really don't." She traced her fingers down the tanned girl's cheek, taking in her features, storing them for dreams. "We just needed space, and I needed to see what I really, truly, wanted."

"Which was me?" Ashley didn't want to take things too fast, but she couldn't help but gleam. They could talk about serious stuff in the morning; right now her hands were making circles on the skin she had missed for so long.

"Yes, Ashley." Spencer placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Thought so." She pulled the girl into a hug, not wanting to see the rolling of eyes because she knew she would get them many more times in the future.

"I've missed you." A small kiss on Ashley's neck brought them back eye level, unsure of what to do, but knowing they would do it together.

"I didn't go anywhere."