Right now I'm still trying to fill in the details to build up things for later, so please forgive the unoriginality. One of my favourite things about writing this story is getting to experience everything from purely Spencer or Toby's side of things, so I realize a lot of this dialogue is borrowed from the show, but it's the thoughts behind it that make it my own. So hopefully you guys enjoy that too :)

For those that don't like Wrencer, I'm sorry. But Wren is part of Spoby's story, so he will be in this story. I am a hardcore Spoby shipper, so have faith.

I love you guys so much. Thank you for your patience and dedication to this story and especially those that give me feedback! You're awesome!

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The four girls left the funeral together and decided to grab something to eat at the Apple Rose Grille, one of Rosewood's best restaurants and their old go-to spot. It felt fitting that they all spend some time as a group after burying the best friend that brought them all together.

Plus they had a lot to discuss…

"Why was Jenna there?" Aria demanded.

She leaned in to the table and tried to continue keeping their conversation restricted to just the four of them despite the other inhabitants of the restaurant.

"I guess she's back." Spencer suggested, gripping her mug tightly between her hands.

"That cop thought we were suspects or something." Hanna inputted, remembering Wilden and his sneering tone of distaste.

Emily immediately jumped on defense. "Do you think we looked guilty?"

"Why would we? We haven't done anything wrong." Aria said.

"Except lie about The Jenna Thing." Hanna reminded everybody, as if they really needed it.

Spencer lowered her voice. "We promised we'd never bring up The Jenna Thing again, remember? It never happened."

The smallest brunette piped up oversensitively. "Have you found a way to forget?! I still wake up sometimes in the middle of the night–"

"Aria, it was an accident!" Spencer cut in sharply.

The four of them went quiet for a moment, thinking back to that summer night. So much poison had come from that one mistake.

Hanna dug through her bag for her silver flask. Popping it open, she poured the rest of it into her iced tea.

A man at the back table watched her warily.

She straightened up and caught his gaze. "It's medicinal…" she told him fake-sweetly. The man didn't look convinced. "Cramps." she said with more edge, and he finally turned away.

"I don't get it. How does –A know something about me that only Alison knew?" Emily continued.

"Ali knew all of our secrets, but… we never knew any of hers." Aria realized slowly.

"I knew some." Spencer commented.

The other three looked intrigued, but Spencer didn't say anything more.

"Go on." Aria urged.

Spencer remained silent, but Hanna wasn't having any of that. "Talk."

"I can't." she replied quietly.

"Spence, no, you are not going to drop a bomb like that and just clam up!" Aria exclaimed.

"She'd so kill me if I told you." Spencer retorted.

"She's DEAD." Hanna said bluntly, shutting them all up and casting a wary glance to Emily who looked pretty upset by the reminder.

Spencer inhaled. "Alison was seeing someone that summer."

"I knew she was keeping something from me! …from us." Emily tacked on quickly at the end.

Aria found the new piece of information odd. "Well why didn't she want us to know?"

"He was an older boy. And he had a girlfriend." Spencer explained, her irritation still heavily present in her voice and clearly not just from the badgering of her old friends.

Alison had given her such a hard time about Ian being Melissa's boyfriend when they exchanged one tiny kiss and then Ali herself had probably shared countless with this older boy of hers.

"What was his name?" Hanna asked.

"She never told me."

"That's only half a secret." the blonde retorted.

Spencer scowled at her. "It's more than you ever got from her!"

"How did Ali tell us nothing and we told her everything?" Aria asked, ignoring the pair and changing the subject. She knew how much attitude Hanna had and how getting in an argument with Spencer was basically suicide. She was not in the mood to mediate like she used to.

Emily had the answer this time. "Because she made us feel like we were a part of something special."

"We were." Hanna said, warmth seeping into her voice.

Aria smiled. "I miss that."

"Me too." Spencer admitted.

"I miss Ali." Emily added softly, twisting her name bracelet around her wrist as she thought about the girl from their past.

"I can't believe you still wear that." Hanna commented, a little rudely, referring to the purple band with 'Emily' stitched into it.

"Ali still wears hers… wore…" Emily corrected herself again. It was easy to tell the past tenses were hard on her, but she still forced herself through them. They were the truth now.

Alison had one day, in that very restaurant, handed out little fabric pouches for each of them to open. Inside were friendship bracelets—purple fabric bands with each of their names stitched across them and a little silver clasp to hold them together.

Spencer sighed. "When Ali didn't come home that night, I knew something terrible must have happened. But there was always some part of me that imagined that someday she'd just show up."

"Yeah, I used to think that maybe she'd just run off with some guy." Aria added, a hint of her smile on her lips. It was so Ali.

"Or she was laying on a beach somewhere." Emily chimed in.

"Or getting a tan up by the pool with that hot lifeguard." Hanna said with a grin.

Aria scoffed amusedly, remembering the attractive guy they all swooned over. "Yeah, what was his name?"

"Who cares?! Save me!" Hanna mimicked, cracking up at the end.

The four of them laughed together, for the first time in a long time.

Unfortunately, it was short-lived since a distinct tapping came from the newly opened door of the restaurant.

The periodic clicks led Jenna Marshall to a seat by the window, which, considering her lack of eyesight, seemed pretty pointless.

The girls glanced between each other, Jenna's back to them, and, as quietly as they could, stood and exited the restaurant.

Once outside, they broke off into all different directions, suddenly feeling nervous and anxious. Despite Jenna's big sunglasses cluing them in that she hadn't gained her sight back in the past year, they suddenly felt as though they were being watched. And with the recent –A texts, it felt pretty justified.

Spencer had finished talking to her Russian History teacher and headed into the hallway when she heard her name over the PA system, along with her three best friends.

Well, she wasn't sure if she could even classify them as that, at least not yet, but they certainly were getting back into their old groove pretty well considering their leader was six feet under.

There was no doubt that their summoning to the principal's office had something to do with that girl too. Especially with the text Aria got as the four of them started towards the front office of the school.

"Dead girls walking…" the brunette scoffed at the words displayed on her phone.

And lo and behold, Wilden was waiting for them, with more patronizing questions about the night of Alison's disappearance. It was clear from the way he was interrogating them, although he assured them it was just a routine follow-up, that he knew they were hiding something, but they weren't about to spill their entire life story to him. They answered the questions he asked as precisely as they could, but anyone could see his disbelief of their honesty.

Finally, he released them and they joined the rest of the school in the cafeteria for lunch now that they had missed fourth period.

Seating themselves at a table in the middle of the cafeteria seemed like a stupid place to have a conversation, but, as usual, they tried to keep their voices low. The buzz in the public school was drowning them out regardless.

"He knows we're lying." Aria said seriously.

Hanna rolled her eyes. "Lying is not a crime."

"It is when you're giving false statements to the police. It's called obstruction of justice." Spencer corrected crankily.

"Oh please, we lied about drinking! The truth that matters is that we don't know anything about what happened to Ali that night." Hanna explained.

"We also know about someone who might have wanted to hurt her." the argumentative one of the group added.

Emily looked rightfully troubled, thinking back to that summer night. "We should've told the police the truth about Jenna's accident the night it happened."

"I wanted to. Remember?" Hanna butted in unhelpfully.

"We had a chance to do more than just tell the truth—we had a chance to stop Ali." Aria inputted.

Spencer was tired of this. It wasn't helping to dwell on the past now. "But we didn't. And telling the police now isn't going to make her see again… It would just ruin our lives."

The other girls fell silent, knowing she was right. As horrific as what they had all been a part of was, there was no turning back now. Jenna had lost her sight, probably forever, and Toby had paid for the crime. Telling the police now wouldn't change that awful deed; it would just ruin their lives in even worse ways. All that was wrapped up in that event, letting Toby take the fall as well as taking so long to come clean, would end up with a worse punishment. Not to mention they'd probably be considered more promising suspects of Alison's murder since they'd look to have a violent streak.

A tapping pulled the girls out of their thoughts.

"Oh my god, she's back in school too?" Hanna burst out, barely keeping her voice down.

A guy nearly bumped into Jenna and she stopped to regain her balance, trying to keep her face neutral but was obviously bothered by the rude encounter.

Aria glanced at the other girls before leaping up from her seat and approaching the sunglasses-donned brunette. "Jenna? Hey, it's Aria. Do you … want to come sit with us?" she asked, looking back to the others as she worded the question.

Spencer and the other two sent her a look like are-you-absolutely-insane, but the damage was done.

"Sure." Jenna said, smiling uneasily.

She placed a hand on Aria's shoulder and Aria slowly led her around the table to Hanna and Emily's side.

"Okay… So you're going to be between Hanna and Emily, and Spencer is right across from you."

"Thank you." Jenna replied as she stood where Aria left her.

"Oh, and here's a chair." she added quickly, stealing one from the adjacent table.

Jenna found her seat as the other four stood stalk still in theirs.

"So… this would be Alison's chair, right?" she asked with a sly grin.

"No. We're not even sitting at that table." Emily said sharply.

Spencer was rather surprised at her hostility, but she knew Emily was on edge. The four of them still had no idea if Jenna knew they were responsible or not for her life of darkness.

"You know, she came to visit me at the hospital after the accident." Jenna said conversationally.

That sparked the curious Hastings' attention. "Alison did?"

Jenna nodded. "Mhmm." She smiled in that same sly way as she always had. "Everyone misunderstood Alison, but I knew exactly who she was."

Spencer's jaw set. She knew the two of them had a rivalry, and that what Ali and they had done to Jenna had been horrible however accidental, but Spencer hadn't forgotten who Jenna was either. She hadn't forgotten what she had done to Toby. And whether Toby loved her or not, she would still never forgive this bitch for torturing him the way she did.

She wondered how long Toby had been trapped with her again.

"When did you get back, Jenna? We heard you were in Philadelphia at a school for the … visually impaired." She struggled to find the description, not liking the harshness of claiming her as blind.

"You can say blind, Spencer. It's okay. It's not a dirty word."

Jenna's sweet tone was throwing her off, and she forgot where she was going with it. She didn't want to bring up Toby in front of the other girls, especially considering the fact that the other three had no idea what Jenna had done to him. And she wasn't about to tell them his business in front of her.

The rest remained quiet, until Jenna broke the silence by pointing it out.

"Wow. It's so quiet. You guys used to be the fun table. What happened to you girls?" she teased, laughing at her own little joke.

Looking around, Spencer realized they all were lost in the memory of July 4th of the year previous. It had been one that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

Suddenly, distinct ringing and buzzing came from the four cell phones sitting on their trays. A simultaneous text could only mean one thing.

They quickly glanced at each other as the noises continued in notification of the incoming message.

Jenna reached out and felt around for Spencer's phone, lifting it up in front of her. "Aren't you going to get that?" she asked.

Despite the sunglasses and the medical record suggesting otherwise, Spencer felt as though she could see right through her.

Looking down, Spencer read the message with dread.

If only she could see how guilty you look… –A

The expressions the other girls shared made it clear they had gotten the same message.

So they had been right. A did know about The Jenna Thing. This couldn't be good.

The rest of lunch was almost more awkward than the beginning, but they all survived. Hanna was the first to jet away from the table, followed quickly by Emily and Aria.

But Spencer held back, having a feeling Jenna wanted to say something to her. There was no mistaking that smirk of hers.

"So I heard you and Toby are over." Jenna commented as the cafeteria emptied.

Spencer felt a familiar twinge in her heart at the reminder. "You heard correctly."

"So that explains why you haven't seen him."

"I haven't spoken to him in over a year, Jenna. You don't have to worry about me and him dating."

Jenna smirked and stood to walk away.

But Spencer crossed the room and blocked her path, Jenna backing up in surprise at the sudden breath on her face. Spencer leaned into her personal bubble and went close to her ear.

"But if I hear of you hurting him like I know you did before, him being in my life or not, I will find a way to make you pay for what you did."

Jenna exhaled slowly. "Oh, but I already am, aren't I?" she retorted pointedly, unbending her stick and stalking away.

Spencer watched her go, realizing that A wasn't the only one aware of who had caused Jenna's accident.

And having someone like Jenna Marshall as an enemy… well A wasn't the only cause of worry now.

Family dinners were never really Spencer's idea of fun.

But here she was, sitting across from her dad at the Apple Rose Grille, waiting for Melissa and Wren to arrive before they ordered.

It had been a strange day, especially after the questioning from Wilden and the awkward run-in with Jenna, and finishing it off with a dinner with her insane family? Not exactly high on her wish list at the moment.

Trying to pass the time and the silence, Spencer flipped through décor magazines, thinking longingly of the barn she was supposed to be living in this year. She could really use her own space right about now.

Her father was deeply engrossed in his Blackberry as always, but still Spencer tried to start a conversation.

"I've decided on the class I want to take at Hollis. But it's not for credit, Dad, it's for fun." she explained enthusiastically.

"What's the point of that?" he asked with a bit of a sneer. He brightened when he read his next email. "Hey, your mom is coming back a day early. She'll be home tomorrow."

Spencer resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but spotted Aria entering the Grille and slipped away to greet her and escape from the awkwardness.

"Hey." Aria said as soon as she saw her, smiling.

"Hey… I was going to email you when I got home. How weird was that lunch?" Spencer asked in an undertone, referring to having Jenna sitting across from her while they attempted to enjoy a meal.

The shorter girl grimaced. "On a scale of one to ten… eleven."

Spencer hummed her agreement. She was distracted from answering when Wren and Melissa entered the restaurant. Wren flashed her a smile while Melissa kept walking without even offering her a glance.

Spencer couldn't help but smile back at him, her cheeks reddening slightly.

Aria didn't appear to notice anything out of the ordinary. "Oh is that the new fiancé? Is he as uptight as Melissa?"

Spencer sent her a look. "No one is as uptight as Melissa…" she commented, causing Aria to laugh.

Now that the table was full, Spencer figured she should probably return to her doom.

"I better get back."

"Bye." Aria replied, accepting her take-out from the cashier and heading out of the door.

Spencer was arriving back at the table when the waiter approached.

"Can I get anyone a drink?"

She slid into the booth next to Wren, raising her voice to be heard. "I'll have a vodka soda!"

"She's kidding." Melissa said quickly to the nervous waiter, sending Spencer an annoyed look.

Mr. Hastings jumped in with his order. "I'm going to have a glass of the house cab."

"Um, the same as my father."

"Yeah, I actually will have a vodka soda…"

Wren met Spencer's eyes, his twinkling, and she had to look away to avoid blushing.

Although Spencer had half-hoped that she had been wrong and that she had been imagining Wren's end of it, she was starting to believe that something really was transpiring between them…

Their drinks were delivered to them promptly before too much small talk could clutter up the conversation. Everyone took their first sip, the quietness falling over them once more.

Sensing an opportunity, Melissa piped up brightly. "High low anyone?"

"High low?" Wren asked in confusion.

"It's a game. You guys don't play it in bed?" she muttered, but unfortunately, both her father and sister heard and they sent her a scolding look.

Her father, used to being a mediator, kept his cool. "Wren, you can play too."

"I'm a bit lost." the British man admitted.

"You'll catch on." Peter reassured him.

Melissa beamed, straightening in her chair like an overeager student with her hand raised and a perfect answer on the tip of her tongue. "I'll go first. We just started our first week of classes and I've already been nominated to serve on the business school's leadership committee."

Spencer felt Wren's hand nudge hers and noticed that he had placed his vodka soda between them. He was smiling broadly at the sight of the two across from him, but she could tell he wasn't as engaged as he was trying to let on.

Understanding what he was doing, Spencer followed his lead as her father replied to her sister, casually bringing the alcoholic beverage to her lips.

"Melissa likes to play the game when she's fairly certain she'll win." their father explained amusedly.

"Well guess who I learned that from?" Melissa teased, her usual buttery voice lathering it on thick.

Spencer placed the glass back down after a decent gulp, appreciating the burn that rolled down her throat.

"Yes, well don't go tasting victory just yet. Because the judge ruled on my brief today. The class action suit against Winslow has been dismissed."

Melissa hummed in obvious impressiveness, like the suck-up she was.

Wren leaned closer to the youngest Hastings. "If I don't play, do I still get another drink?"

"No." she teased, chuckling a little as he locked eyes with her.

Her dad interrupted. "Spencer, you're up."

Crap. She forgot about the fact that she'd need to come up with an answer. "Oh… um…"

Spencer racked her brain for anything of value that happened that day. Flirting with her sister's fiancé? That was out. Sneaking bits of vodka soda, nope. Continuing to hide the fact that she helped blind a girl was definitely not a valid candidate. What could she have done today that even qualified?

"I'll go!" Wren blurted out, rescuing Spencer, his usual boyish smile in place as she sent him a grateful smile. "I got a brilliant parking spot today. Right in front of the chem lab."

Spencer met his gaze and they both cracked up, while Mr. Hastings looked only politely amused.

"He's just kidding." Melissa quickly reassured her father, who simply smiled in return.

The dinner conversation changed, but not by much, as it was mostly Melissa boasting about her recent accomplishments.

It wasn't as painful as a regular family dinner though, because for once in her life, Spencer realized she had an ally. She wasn't the only one who wasn't fitting in with this family. She had a feeling that Wren could if he tried, but she was more than grateful that he was on her side.

And that smile of his wasn't hurting either.

It was another twenty-four hours before Spencer saw Wren again. She was studying on her bed, her feet hanging off the edge so her shoes didn't dirty the comforter. She was twiddling her pencil in her fingers as she tried to remember the terms.

She unconsciously reached up with her free hand to rub her opposing shoulder.

"Still having trouble with that bursa sac?" a familiar accented voice came, and she swerved her head to see Wren leaning against her door jamb.

She chuckled before turning back to her work. "I can't take you seriously when you say bursa sac."

Wren put down the laundry basket that he had been holding. "Should I give you another rub?"

Just the thought of his hands on her again, that craving she had felt around him, made her answer quicker than she meant to. "No…" She smiled. "It's okay."

"Yeah, it's late." he agreed as if that was her reason.

"Well it's early for me." she said dryly, turning over so she was sitting facing him now. "I have a history test on Monday and a paper due in Latin."

An amused look came over his face as he racked his brain for something. "Ascendit tua?"

"Do you know what you just said to me?" she asked, trying not to laugh, assuming he had mixed it up.

"I think so… 'Up yours'?" he taunted.

She cracked up. "Yeah… okay…"

He was something else. It was one of the things she liked about him though; he certainly knew how to lighten her mood.

"Yeah, it's the only Latin I remember… can I help with anything?"

Spencer got up to cross the room. Somehow, he kept coming closer and it only made her want to close the distance between them more. She took her book with her across to her desk by the window. "What, with your extensive knowledge of the language?" she teased, trying not to look as though she was bothered by his presence, but also needing the space.

He was quiet as he watched her sift through the pages for the moment, and when he spoke, his teasing tone was replaced with seriousness.

"I've never had a family like yours, so I don't know that kind of pressure, but I imagine it can be unbearable at times."

Spencer offered him a small smile, glancing up from her researching. "Well you're not exactly a slouch, Mr. Oxford. I mean, that drive had to come from somewhere."

"Yeah, from me. My life has been my choice." he explained, knowing the concept wasn't exactly one she was familiar with.

His understanding of what was bothering her left her feeling a little emotional. It reminded her of how easily Toby used to be able to read her. Which only made her hate herself more for not forgetting him yet. She hated that she still thought about him so much.

"Well you're lucky." she responded, forcing another smile, trying to push the gravelly drone out of her voice. Thinking about Toby in front of anyone was a bad idea.

Wren seemed to pick up on her change of mood. "I'm sorry, I'm being intrusive."

His politeness only made her want to cry more. "No, you're being nice." she reassured him, certain that the tears had now reached her eyes. She quickly looked back down to the text in her hands, embarrassed at her emotional reaction but not ready to shoo him away.

The British man approached her. She thought he was going to do something like hug her when he suddenly picked up a book off the desk behind her. He flipped to a page to show her something. "Gehry said that the "hat trick" chair was inspired by an apple crate."

"I didn't realize you were interested in design." she said, impressed, remembering the image from all the times she had flipped through it in search of inspiration for her barn redesign.

"I appreciate beauty." Wren said pointedly, his eyes glued to her face.

Spencer was suddenly aware of how close they were and that she could feel his body heat seeping into hers again.

Somehow she forgot about the window that was showing anyone below a clear view of them, as well as the bedroom door that was wide open.

She chanced a look at his eyes, wondering what was on his mind, but there was no question about it when she saw his irises trained on her mouth.

Before she could protest, his lips had crashed against hers and she found herself kissing him back eagerly.

It had been so long since she had been kissed. The last guy to have his lips on hers had been Toby, which only brought another waterfall of feelings. Thinking of him, Spencer only kissed Wren more enthusiastically, wanting to push out all of those memories and create new ones.

His hands had found her waist and pressed her against the wall, his mouth tumbling over hers like a rogue wave, and she couldn't help but get lost in the sea for the moment.

But what she was doing suddenly caught up with her and she pushed him away with difficulty, his lips still trying to seek out hers as she tried to put space between them.

"Stop, stop, we can't. Um you can't do this. It's not right." she told him, meeting his eyes finally.

The look on his face was unreadable but he had slipped away before she could say anything more.

Spencer sighed, leaning her weight onto the desk as she ran a hand through her hair.

The truth was, when she said it wasn't right, she wasn't just talking about Melissa. Kissing Wren… the man himself wasn't her true motivation behind the kiss, and it wasn't fair that she treat him that way. Wren didn't deserve it, Melissa or not. And Spencer knew full well if she could choose between kissing Wren and kissing Toby, she'd be going with the latter. Toby still owned her heart, whether she wanted him to or not.

She went back to sit on her bed, closing the bedroom door first, and wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into.

It was getting late, but she had to get out of the house. She should probably talk to Wren, but no doubt he was in the barn with Melissa and now definitely wasn't the time to interrupt.

Spencer snuck out of the side door and kept her eyes on the barn as she rushed off towards the sidewalk.

However, before she could make it there, she ran into something solid.

Nearly losing her footing, she pushed her hair off her face and finally caught sight of what was blocking her path.

"T-Toby?" she asked in surprise. She hadn't seen or spoken to him since the night Alison went missing.

But just like then, his expression was anything but pleased.