A/N: Sorry for taking so long. 2 months can fly by. I don't even have an excuse this time.

"Ashley?"

Ashley heard a car screech to a halt but saw nothing due to her closed eyes.

"Ashley? Is that you?"

She reluctantly flicked open her eyes, squinting at the bright light that confronted her. Mr Carlin?

"What are you doing out here, Ashley?" He squinted as well, as if he was trying to get a clearer view from the road. He swung open the car door and stepped out.

"Uh, hey Mr C" She spoke, her voice was sore due to sleeping in the rain, and what had eventually turned into a wind. He eyes said 'long story' but her shaking body said 'get me inside, now, before I die".

"I was just on my way back from the shop, I thought you were with Spencer, I haven't seen her since last night." Arthur helped Ashley up and opened the door as she slid into the passenger seat.

"So really, Ash, what happened?" Arthur asked, concern flooding his eyes.

Ashley sighed, inhaling, ready to tell the story. Not the whole truth, anything but the truth. "Er..I got a bit drunk at the club last night, Mr C" She paused, giving him space to make a comment but when he made none she continued. "My cell was out..well, yeah, it was out and then I got so tired I just fell asleep there".

Arthur nodded. "Ashley you're covered in blood, do you really expect me to believe that?". He sighed, starting up the car towards his house "What really happened?".

"Wait...backtrack, did you say you haven't seen Spencer?" Ashley eyes widened.

"Look, Ash, she's probably home by now, just tell me what happened." He said sternly, "Did someone attack you?"

She inhaled deeply and shook her head - willing to shake away all the anguish, just wanting to be in Spencer's loving arms.

1 hour later she was exactly there. She had explained everything to Arthur, who was now explaining it to Paula. Spencer knew that Ashley wouldn't want to talk about what happened so she didn't ask. She just held Ashley, he arms enveloping her soft skin.

She took in her musky scent, her face pressed against Ashley's shoulder as she cried. Ashley's tears dripped onto Spencer's tee but she couldn't care less. All she cared about was Ashley.

--00--00--

"Spence?" Ashley called from, her position in front of Spencer's laptop.

"Oui, madam?" Spencer replied - in her terrible 'French' accent - from the closet.

"Is this one yours, you little freak?" Spencer walked out and sat behind Ash on the bed.

"Ah, but I'm your little freak" Smiled Spencer, "Yea, that ones mine."

Ashley scrolled down the page. Written enough about yourself there Spence? "Where's a picture?"

"I haven't put one up" Spencer replied, standing up from the bed, "I didn't think I could"

"Aww, come on now, Spence, you wouldn't to deprive all the lovely pedophiles of your picture, would ya?"

Spencer hit Ashley round the head with her pillow.

Ah, Young love.

A/N: Tried to put a bit of humor in there for you guys..Less words then usual but oh well. The end. (Sorry for confusion about time lapse...the symbol I use doesn't show up)