Wow this has been a crazy ride! I've started a lot of fic over the years but this is the very first one I've seen through to the end. This is the last official chapter! I'm finishing up the last touches on the epilogue and it will be posted soon. But I wanted to take a moment to thank every one of you who has read and reviewed my work! It feels so nice knowing that it's not just me who's enjoying this story.

I also wanted to announce my next two PLL projects - I'm currently plotting out a multi chapter tattoo/flower shop AU and, you guessed it! The sequel fic to I Go On! One (or both) of those should make an appearance in the coming weeks. Once again, thank you so much for making it this far. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have! Please don't forget to leave a review! Or, if you're on tumblr, pop into my askbox (url nemily) to tell me what you thought!

The trailer sat down the gentle slope from where they lay together, still in their wedding attire, with the trees swaying gently in the breeze around the clearing. Staring up at the stars, Toby shifted beside her. Spencer could feel the cool, dampness from the grass seeping into the material of her bridesmaid dress.

"I saw you," he loosened his tie and tossed it behind them.

Spencer watched it fly out of sight. "I know," she fingered her clutch that sat on her stomach. "Leah Trill, Buck's County."

"Was it my bracelet that gave me away?" she asked.

Toby propped his head up with his arm. "It was your voice," he explained, and glanced over at her. "What bracelet?"

She fished the pendant hanging off the small chain out of her clutch and handed it over, her fingers brushing against the coarseness of his hand.

Toby studied it, shaking his head. "You kept it," he said.

Spencer didn't reply as he returned it to her, taking a moment to look at the Scrabble tile pendant before slipping it back into her bag. She lay her hand back down on the grass beside his. Her pinky touched his unexpectedly and she jerked it away, but tentatively returned it a moment later.

"Your property is beautiful," she finally said, breaking their silence.

Toby slid his hand under hers, and their fingers interlocked with comfortable familiarity. "I'm going to build the house," the words came out as he made the decision. For years his focus and energy went into trying to find Spencer and make sure she was alive, but tucked away in his closet were the hypothetical blueprints he'd saved over the years. It was time for a new project.

"That's great," Spencer choked out. Somehow in her mind her Rosewood life would be remain stagnant, at least until she maybe, eventually, returned. It occurred to her for the first time that people weren't going to wait, and now Toby was building a house alone, a house that she would never live in with him.

She rolled onto her side, pulling her hand from his and propping herself up with her elbow. "I'm not staying," Spencer clarified before starting her next thought, "but I'm definitely intrigued about this McDreamy house you're about to put together."

Toby mirrored her posture and picked at the grass. "I was thinking I might sell it," he studied her face as her expression fell.

"Well I have no reason to keep it," he said, subtly gauging her reaction. "Do I?"

Spencer laid her head back down on the grass. "I'm not sticking around," she mumbled.

"I think you should," Toby said, still staring at her.

She looked up at him. "I can't," Spencer said.

"Why? You've already taken the hardest step," Toby encouraged. "You stopped running," he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"So what's the plan then, Toby? I just come home and act like nothing ever happened? Live in your beautiful handcrafted house like I haven't been gone for three years?" Spencer shot defensively.

"Of course not," he sighed. "You've spent so much time running from dealing with these feelings, Spencer. It's time to figure out how to live with them," Toby ran his hand gently across her cheek. She pulled away.

"I'm not ready to jump back in to what we used to have," he continued, "and I know you aren't either, but I want another chance. At us."

After a moment Spencer reached for his hand, and he lay back down beside her.

Loud honking from the driveway startled Spencer awake.

"Your ride's here," Toby called from the other end of the trailer where he was pulling a sheet off the couch. Spencer blinked at the sunlight shining through the blinds and pulled herself off the bed. She tried to smooth her crinkled dress with little success. The horn honked again impatiently.

Spencer's phone began to buzz on the narrow nightstand. As soon as she grabbed it the trailer began to shake slightly from someone banging on the door.

"Get your butt out here!" Hanna yelled from outside. Toby raised an eyebrow at Spencer, who nodded towards the door and answered the phone.

"You look like you had a fun night," Hanna grinned, eyeing the two of them in their wrinkled clothes from the wedding. She tossed the tie from last night to Toby. "Found this on the lawn," she shot them a taunting smirk.

Spencer held up a finger and turned away, speaking into the phone. "Wait what happened to my apartment?" Hanna glanced at Toby questioningly, but he could only respond with a concerned shrug.

"What's the severity of the damage, can anything be salvaged?" she asked. "Can I get back to you on the address? Okay, great. Thanks Al," Spencer ended the call and looked up from the phone in her hands with a peculiar look on her face.

"Spencer what happened?"

She tapped the phone anxiously with her thumbs, avoiding eye contact with them both. "Um, there was an electrical fire in my apartment last night. The damage was pretty bad but they're going to send the items that made it."

"Well then It's good you came to the wedding otherwise you'd have been burnt to a crisp. It's like the universe is telling you something," Hanna offered, but Toby frowned.

"What else?" he probed.

"Al, the uh, night security guy, he used to keep an eye out for certain people for me. He says its probably nothing since there were several incidences with the building's electricity grid, but some of the damage prevented the security system from recording last night. There's no video," her voice shook.

"I'm overreacting right?" Spencer asked fearfully, "It is just a coincidence."

"Totally," Hanna jumped in, "You can stay in my spare bedroom in the meantime."

"Or here," Toby gestured to the trailer.

Spencer's first instinct told her to run, to find a new place to hide and to start over again. But if the fire really wasn't a coincidence, if there really was someone pulling the strings again, running wasn't enough to protect herself. A calmness swept over her as she realized she was as safe (or unsafe) here as anywhere else. Steadying herself she looked over at Toby.

"I'm going to stay with Hanna," she said. "You were right – I need to figure my stuff out first if we ever want a real shot at us again." Toby nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly. Spencer let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She was home.

Two Months Later

The sun shone through the breaks in the trees onto the group standing there somberly. Spencer stood in front of several, small rocks. Toby stood just to her left, with Hanna on her other side. Emily and Aria were behind them.

"Did you want to say something, Spencer?" Emily asked. Birds sung happily in the trees above, flitting from branch to branch. Spencer shifted her gaze from them back down to the rocks.

"This feels crazy," Spencer said, regretting this whole strange event.

"Stop it," Aria chastised. "Your therapist said this would be healthy way of letting go," she reassured her.

"That doesn't make it any less weird," Hanna said. Spencer shot her an appreciative grin. She couldn't agree more.

"Alright, fine," she sighed. "We're here today to put some people to rest in order to move forward," Spencer began, tugging at her sweater uncomfortably.

Toby handed her a small envelope. She opened it and flipped through the various identities it contained. "Rest in peace Sylvia, Jill, Rose," she read them one by one. Spencer closed the envelope and knelt to the forest floor to bury them, and placed the largest rock on top.

"And Charlotte," she added. "Your life was tumultuous and miserable, and you've brought me nothing but the same. Rest in peace for both our sakes, I'm done letting you haunt me," Spencer said, placing another rock under the tree. She stared at the third, and final, rock. It was small and smooth and in another context it would have been perfect for skipping across a lake.

She looked up at her friends. "I need to do this one alone," she said. Emily knelt and gave her a side hug, and Aria did the same before walking back to the driveway together. Hanna squeezed her shoulder, and Toby hovered behind.

"You don't have to stay," she said, answering his unasked question. He placed a gentle kiss on her head and joined the others.

Spencer let out a shaky breath, turning the rock over in her hands. "I still feel silly doing this," she said to it quietly. "I didn't know you, but I've missed you everyday."

She placed the stone on the other side of the tree in a patch of sunlight. "This doesn't mean I'm going to stop thinking of you," she told it. Spencer gazed up at the view her tiny rock would have and smiled. It was beautiful. "Goodbye little one," she whispered, and walked away from the swaying pine to where Toby was waiting for her with an outstretched hand.

Spencer took it, and together, they took their first steps towards a new beginning.