Toby peered around to make sure no one was watching him and slid into Spencer's hospital room. Machines beeped, and wires snaked out of her body. He felt a little choked up as he sat down next to her. 2 weeks after she had been admitted, Spencer had been moved out of the ICU to a private room, finally.
That made what Toby was about to do so much easier.

But that didn't make it any less hard.

Although she had be unconscious for two weeks with minimal yet steady brain activity, the team had decided that they needed to be prepared for her to wake up or die. Toby was in charge of planting a note with Spencer in case she woke up. They said it would be less suspicious if some one caught him, the doting, heartsick boyfriend, alone in the hospital room.

He grabbed a blank piece of paper out of his pocket and quickly scrawled the message across it: "Oops, I missed. Your lucky I'm not as good at driving as I am at finding out your secrets. -A"

It was the message he and the others agreed upon, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. It wasn't like the person driving had actually missed; Spencer had pushed Aria out of the way, saving her life, or so they told him.

He hadn't actually been there. The car he had been given ran out of gas a few miles from the Costco, so he called in the others to go check it out. When they told him what had happened, he was furious. He only wanted to see what was going on.

The others were furious that Aria knew about him. "The others all must know now too," he was told repeatedly. "And if Spencer wakes up, you'll be dead." He tried to ignore the fact that they said "if."

He groaned softly and returned to the task at hand. He folded the paper until it was half the size of his palm and then looked at Spencer for a moment. He couldn't decide where to leave the note; he needed to make sure no one else could find it. After a minute, he decided on sliding it in her bra. Thank God there were no windows in here; that would be pretty awkward to explain to the nursing staff.

He gently caressed her face with one hand and kissed her forehead. "Wake up, Spencer," he said harshly. He wiped at his eyes, staring at her face. When he was certain nothing was going to happen, he grabbed the note in his fist and put his hand down the neckline of her hospital gown. Soon, his hand was under her bra. He fished around for a moment, trying to find a spot to place the note.

At that moment, a machine next to him beeped loudly, and Spencer's eyes fluttered open slowly. They focused on his, but his hand was awkwardly frozen under her shirt.

"Toby," she breathed. "Toby. Am I in the hospital?"

He nodded, yanked his hand out, and kissed her forcefully. "You're okay," he told her, told himself. He could hide the glee in his voice as the truth became real to him. "You're okay."

She's okay, he thought to himself. She's going to be okay!"

But something was off in Spencer's eyes. After a second, she stopped kissing him back and fished her hand down her shirt. Toby was frozen, unsure of what to do next, if she would understand, if she would even find the note.

But she did. She pulled her arm out, clasping the piece of notebook paper, and unfolded it. She looked at it for a moment, and read every word. Toby couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. He knew he needed an excuse, an explanation, something for her to make sense out of. But he wasn't sure what was right. So, he said the one thing that he knew was true, the one thing that she had to believe:

"I love you."

It became true to him in that moment. He loved her, he really did. Screw the team. He loved her, everything about her. His mind spun with plans of running away together, starting a family, never returning to this hell called Rosewood. They would change their names, get fake passports, and have two beautiful kids.

But first, her realized, he needed to explain. Explain everything, the team, their motives, what they had done to Spencer and the others. If she'll just let me explain, thought Toby, everything will be okay.

Spencer looked up at him, having already read the note five times. His face was so somber, so sad, yet it pleaded for mercy. He begged her in his eyes to forgive him, forgive his mistakes, and to let him explain what was happening.

The pieces of the puzzle were becoming clear to her. His apologetic, regretful face. The eerie note. The way that A knew everything about her, small things that only a handful of people knew about.

"Are you sure?" Toby whispered, grabbing her face, his hands moving over her body.

"Yes," Spencer breathed, inhaling Toby's scent, a mixture of wood shavings and the cologne she bought him for his birthday.

He carried her to the bed, making her feel like a princess being swept of her feet. They pressed their faces together and giggled. Spencer couldn't believe what was happening. It was finally going to happen.

Toby unbuttoned her shirt, and she slowly removed his. He unhooked her bra, moving his fingers over he naked upper body, absorbing every minute of her. His fingers danced over the freckles and birthmarks that speckled across her torso. He touched everyone one, from her stomach to her shoulders to chest. She had always been self conscious about them, hating to wear bikini's and crop tops because of the ugly brown dots. But she didn't feel this way with him. She felt like he was canvasing every inch of her, protecting her.

She slowly unbuttoned his jeans, moving her hands slowly before she whipped off her own pants. Soon, both of them were completely naked, and they began to get closer, even closer than they had before.

Spencer had been afraid of this before, afraid it would change everything. But as she gave herself to Toby, not once did she regret it. She knew that they loved each other, and nothing could ever be more perfect.

Without hesitating, Spencer drew back her arm and slapped him across the face.