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She's talking to angels, she's counting the stars.

Making a wish on a passing car.

She's dancing with strangers, falling apart.

Waiting for superman to pick her up, in his arms.

-Chris Daughtry

1 month later

"Hey baby," Toby looked up from his computer, smiling at me.

"Hi," I walked up to his side of the desk. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to get lunch together." I sat down on his lap.

"Of course," He pecked my lips. "I really miss you being my assistant by the way."

"What?! Jessica is doing awesome!" I referred to the fiery redhead.

"She is," he agreed. "But…" his voice got seductive. "I miss seeing you every second of every day."

"But it's so much more fun when we haven't seen each other all day," I winked at him.

"True," he chuckled.

"Plus, I like my manager position you gave me so much more," I admitted.

"Why? Because you don't have to work with me everyday?" He frowned.

"No," I shook my head. "Because I get to be bossy. And I like being bossy."

"I'm sure you do," he rolled his eyes playfully. "As long as I don't have a ton of people quitting because of you…"

"Hey!" I smacked him in the chest lightly. "Everyone loves me."

He laughed softly, "I know they do."

"Hi Spencer," Jessica smiled at me as she walked up to Toby's desk. "I got you your coffee and those files you asked for."

"Thanks Jessica," Toby grabbed the files, putting them in his desk drawer.

"What now?" She asked.

"Can you send out an email to the staff postponing our team meeting until next Friday? Oh and don't forget about the paperwork I need filed from last weeks shipment," he added.

"Got it," she turned back around.

"Oh and also could you organize the break room when you get the chance? It was a disaster last time I was in there," Toby asked.

She looked like she was having a hard time remembering everything, "Y-yeah, I got it."

"Jessica," I stopped her. "If he's giving you too much, just tell him." I said as my fingers stroked through his hair. "He can be so bossy sometimes."

"Ok," she half smiled.

"You're doing good Jessica," Toby yelled out before she left. Toby turned to look at me, "I'm not that bossy am I?"

"You can't just shout out a bunch of orders, expecting her to remember everything," I scolded him. "She's quick, she will come to you when she's ready for more."

"Yes ma'am," he raised an eyebrow at me. "I forgot…" He pretended to be confused. "Who is the boss? Oh right! Me."

"Hey," I pretended to surrender. "I'm just trying to help you out."

"Mhm," he half smiled. He put his hands on my waist pushing me up off his lap, "lets go get some lunch."

"I get to pick where we go," I told him.

"You picked last time," he glared at me.

"You wanted Chinese just as bad as me, so that doesn't count," I smiled at him.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes, shoving me out the door.

Line Break

I rolled over, tangled in Toby's sheets. "Good morning handsome."

Toby grumbled, turning his head away from me.

"Toby Cavanaugh!" I straddled his naked body. "It is ten o'clock, it's time to wake up already!"

"I'm tired," he said, eyes still closed.

I started kissing his chest, trying a different approach to waking him up. "Please," I begged between kisses.

One of his eyes opened, looking at me. "We stayed up so late last night," he grumbled.

"I'd hardly call one in the morning that late," I kissed his chest again.

"It is when you're up all night fu-"

"Toby!" I sat up, the covers falling from my naked body.

"Well," Toby looked me up and down. "Good morning beautiful."

"Would you quit staring at me while I'm naked," I glared at him. "It's not very polite."

"You didn't have a problem with it last night," he winked.

"You are naughty," I laid down next to him, covering myself up again.

Toby pulled me onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me. "Mmm," He sighed in content. "I love you."

"I love you too," I turned my head to kiss him.

We laid there for a while staring at each other. "Can I ask you something?" Toby finally spoke.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"When you started working for me…" He started. "You seemed-I don't know?" He searched my eyes. "Broken, I guess."

"I was," I swallowed.

"I've always wondered why?" He thought aloud. "Back then, we didn't know each other well enough for me to ask."

"And you are asking now?" I gulped.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Well," I sat up a little so I could see him better. "When I was in high school I met him. His name was Nick, and we were madly in love. He proposed to me when I was nineteen and we were supposed to get married."

I watched as Toby's eyes shifted down.

"We got in this big fight one day and I left really upset with him. He went chasing after me and…" I gulped back the lump in my throat. "He ran a red light."

Toby looked back up at me, searching my eyes for the rest of the story.

"He died instantly," I bit the inside of my cheek. "I've never been able to forgive myself."

"Spence," he sat up, so we were level with each other. "It's not your fault. You can't carry around this guilt."

"But I do," I sighed. "Promise me something?"

"Anything," he grabbed my hand.

"No matter how mad we are at each other… We have to make up with each other. We have to say I love you. Because…" I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I wish those were the last words I said to him."

"I promise," he kissed the top of my head.

"Life's too short," I breathed. "We have to say I love you every chance we get."

"I love you," he breathed.

"I love you too," I kissed his shoulder.

"Nick," he said against my hair. "Nick Everson?"

I slowly peeled away from him, looking up at him. "Yeah. How'd you know?"

"He um… This is going to sound crazy," he shook his head.

"Tell me," I sat up a little taller.

"Well I was good friends with Jake. You know Jake right?" He looked at me.

"Jake Wallace, Yes," I nodded. "That was his best friend."

"Well I met Jake in college, so I've hung out with Nick a couple of times," He looked off into space. "I guess when you said Nick and he died in a car accident I put it together."

"That is weird," I whispered.

"It gets weirder," he looked at me.

"Why?" I gulped.

"The last time I saw him… We were at a bar. We were talking about life and everything. He showed me a picture of the two of you," He squinted his eyes like he was trying to remember the details. "I don't know how I didn't put it together. You looked different."

"Well the picture was probably taken a long time ago…" I trailed off.

"I remember him talking about you like… he called you his angel," He looked so lost.

"Toby… What's wrong?" I asked worried.

"Spence…" He looked at me. "He said to take care of you."

"What?" I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"I was drunk… I was at the bar. I had just heard about his death. I remember talking to him. But he wasn't really there," He looked around his room like he was searching for something. He quickly got up, throwing on his boxers. He was gone for a few minutes, before he came back. The look on his face… It was like he had seen a ghost.

"I remember bits and pieces of that night. But mostly I was too drunk to remember them. I thought I was hallucinating…"

"Toby…" I shook my head in confusion.

"I woke up the next morning in my bed. This picture…" He handed me the picture. "Was in my hands."

I looked at the picture. It was of Nick and me, when we were in high school. "What? Is this a joke?"

"No," he shook his head. "I swear. I don't-I… I never looked at the picture again. I was so freaked out, I shoved it away in a drawer and never looked at it again."

"So… You think," I clutched the picture in my hand.

"I don't know what to think…" He admitted. "But when he said take care of her, those words rang in my head for months."

I pulled Toby down to me, so we were in a tangled ball. We both held on tight to each other, unsure what to think.

"Are you sure it was after he died?" I mumbled.

"Positive," I nodded. "I know it sounds crazy but-"

"No," I shook my head. "This picture… He was the only one who had it. I really wanted my own copy, but he never got the time to make another. He always kept it in his wallet." I looked at it again. "When he died… I asked the police for his wallet. And when I got it… It was gone."

"Spencer," Toby looked at me with concern.

"You know," I looked at the picture. "He was always my guardian angel." I looked at Toby. "But you… You have always been my superman."

Toby smiled, "I was just waiting to save you."

"And you have," I kissed him. "More than once."

A/N: So I know this is very supernatural... I hope it came across the I wanted it too. Hopefully you guys liked it, (I just wanted to try something different). Was it stupid?