Another day had come and gone, and Spencer still hadn't woken up, it bothered me so much, it had been a week since the accident and Spencer hadn't even opened her eyes. I was plagued with guilt. It was my life Spencer had saved when she had jumped in front of that car, it should be me laying there in a coma, not Spencer.

I hadn't gone home yet, or to school, I hadn't left the hospital at all. Even Toby had gone home for some rest eventually, but I couldn't leave. I felt so responsible, and if she never woke up, it would be all my fault.

Okay, it wouldn't be all my fault, part of the blame could be spread to the idiot driver who plowed into Spencer. But then again, something told me it wasn't an accident. I would bet that it was A trying to run me down, but Spencer had saved me. And now, here she was, unconscious, unable to drink her extra strong coffee, or use big words that the rest of us didn't understand, she wasn't able to organize and plan things when the rest of us didn't know what to do.

We were lost without her. I was lost without her.

I felt like the reason I hadn't found a moment alone with Spencer in the past week wasn't because of everybody coming to visit with Spencer, I felt like the hung around to make sure that I was okay.

We all knew I wasn't, I wished things were different. I thought back to that day we spent at Spencer's lake house. It had just been the two of us, just before Alison had disappeared. It was my deepest secret, the one not even Alison or A knew about. Only Spencer and I had shared that day, and it had been perfect.

Flashback

Spencer and I were sitting on the dock, our feet hanging in the water. I was thinking about my mom and dad, wondering if the reason my dad had cheated was because they weren't meant to be together.

Spencer put her arm around me, and I leaned into her.

"How do you know if you're meant to be together?" I asked Spencer, though admittedly it was meant to be a rhetorical question.

The part of the dock we were sitting on wasn't deep in the water. Spencer took her arms from around me and slid into the water. She turned so she was facing me, and hugged me. The embrace from her was tight and felt so good, melting away my worries for the moment.

Spencer had pulled back and looked at me, "Sometimes, you just know," she said, before wrapping her arms around me again.

End of Flashback

Alison had disappeared shortly after that, and then we had gone to Iceland. When I had returned from Iceland, Alison was still missing, and none of us were friends anymore. Then I had met Ezra, before the four of us had bonded again.

I love Ezra, I do, but there was just something that wasn't right, something that I felt when it was just me and Spencer against the world.

I pulled myself out of my reverie to notice that, for once, it was just me and Spencer again. It wasn't quite the same, what with Spencer being in a coma and all, but I needed this time with her, and I didn't know how much of it I had.

"Spence," I said softly, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'd open her eyes now. Of course, she didn't.

I wasn't sure what to say, I didn't want to say anything that A might hear of, but at the same time, I needed to tell her what I hadn't told her that day at the lake.

"Sometimes, you just know," I said, reiterating what she had told me that day, "I know we're Team Sparia, forever."

Team Sparia. That's what she had called us that day when we were at that creepy motel where she had found A's lair. Right before we had found out that Mona was A, or as we know now, part of the A team.

"Come back to us," I said sweetly.

"Come back to me," I whispered.