Spencer sat up screaming, sweat glistening down her body, shaking violently. Her mouth opening to gain air, warm hands slid around her waist pulling her back down and into the heat of the covers, "Shhhh...I've got you," Ashley soothed her mind, running her hand up and down Spencer's back under the soaked night shirt.

"What's going on?" Paula flew into the room, broom in hand ready to attack any living thing.

"She just had another bad dream;" Ashley assured trying not to laugh at the fighting stance Paula was still standing in, "What's with the broom?"

Paula glanced at the broom than back at Ashley, "Sorry...I finally fell asleep and when I heard the yelling. Tired minds don't think rationally,"

"Yeah,"

"She's soaked," Paula stated walking closer to the bed. Noticing the shirt plastered against her daughter's skin.

"I wish there was some kind of medicine to take the night mares away, I had one earlier just before she woke me up to crawl into the bed with me."

"Hold on a sec," Paula walked out of the room than returned a second later, "Can you lift her with out waking her up?"

"Sure," Ashley had learned to move around a room or to move Spencer off her since dating, at first the blond would always wake up but all most a year of dating and Ashley had it down. Sitting up she slowly lifted her girlfriend to a sitting position, the girl groggily snuggled closer causing both women to smile unconsciously. Paula bent down and removed the wet shirt than slipped on the new dry one. Carefully the two laid her back down.

"Yours too," Ashley looked down and sure enough her shirt was a little damp.

"Must have been from holding her," Paula left the room to return with yet another dry shirt, "Thanks." Ashley waited for the older woman to turn around before changing her shirt.

"Your welcome." Paula grabbed the shirt from Ashley, "You guys can sleep for another two hours."

"That's it?"

"Yep, don't worry you guys can take a nap once school is out. I'll probably be sleeping at work so..." With that she left the teens to try and sleep again.

"I can't do this," Spencer stared up at the school building. They still had about ten more minutes before the bell rang, kids mauled around while sneaking glances at the blond who stood in front of Ashley's car, with Ashley and Clay by her side.

"Yes you can," Clay put his arm around her shoulder, taking small steps forward causing Spencer to take small steps toward the looming building.

"No, no I can't,"

"Sweetie nothing is going to happen," Ashley intertwined their hands, her thumb grazing each knuckle.

"You don't know that, you don't know that Ashley, you don't know anything!" Spencer's voice started to grow.

"You're right I don't know but I do know you need to calm down,"

"Yeah Spence stop and breath," Clay's eyes shone with such sadness.

"Sorry," she breathed in deeply before laying her head on Ashley's shoulder, inhaling the cinnamon raspberry perfume surrounding her girlfriend, in response Ashley brought her hands to Spencer's waist pulling her closer. She really was trying not to loose it especially with Ashley, how many times could she blow up before the girl decided to give up on her?

"We are all here for you," Clay offered up a weak smile at Ashley because Spencer's head was still nuzzled in the crook of her neck, "Chelsea...me...Ashley..."

"And me," Madison skipped over to the group.

"Right and Madison, so chill," Clay reached out making Spencer release Ashley, "And don't cling."

"Hey," Ashley yanked Spencer back into her, an arm snaking around the girl's waist, "I like her right here."

A smile appeared on Spencer lips, "Thank you..." she kissed Ashley. Running her tongue along the flesh, a moan escaped the brunette's lips, opening her mouth a little more she accepted the blonde's tongue, both dueling for dominance.

"I love your thank you's," Ashley breathed out once they pulled back. The bell rang, "Come on guys building of boredom and despair beckons us." She sighed dramatically making the group laugh. The two walked to Spencer's first period math class, "Okay I'll be right here when you get out."

"Ashley I don't need you to baby sit me," Spencer said getting a little frustrated that her girlfriend and mother decided that Ashley would be waiting for her after every class.

"I don't need you running off," Ashley pecked her on the cheek, "I'll be here." She pushed Spencer into the class room before the girl could protest further.

And she was, after every class she was waiting outside the door. Each time Spencer got a little madder but was really trying not to explode; Ashley saw the tension in her girlfriend building but knew there was nothing she could do. Every one was worried that if left alone Spencer would try and kill her self again.

Lunch brought the entire group together, they had to be the most talked about and stared at click at the school right about now. The table consisted of the lesbian couple, crazy ex cheer leader, a pregnant teenager and the smart soon to be father.

"Why do they have to stare?" Chelsea asked eating her pudding Clay brought from home.

"Were famous that's why," Madison winked at a boy passing by.

"Same old Madi," Ashley quipped.

"Same old Ash," Madison sneered.

"I'll be right back,"

"Where you going?" Clay caught Spencer by the wrist, she yanked away.

"The bathroom if you have to know," she glared at him.

"I'll go too," Ashley started to get up only to be forced back down roughly.

"I can piss on my own," Spencer seethed before walking away quickly toward the bathroom.

"Should I?"

"No, let her go..." Chelsea waved, knowing at this moment the girl needed time to her self.

Spencer stood in the bathroom, glaring at her self in the mirror. Not recognizing the bitch that stared back, she didn't mean to push Ashley down so meanly it was just overwhelming that she wasn't even allowed to go in a bathroom by her self. She'd been in there for at least five minutes and was just waiting for someone to barge in a demand what she was doing, it didn't matter that all it was...was staring at her reflection they'd think she was doing something bad. When no one came and her nervous calmed down she made her way down the hallway toward the quad when music filtered thru her crowed mind.

It was coming from the music room, slowly she tip toes in the door and watched the music teacher Mr. Carlos Mantinez sitting on a swivel chair, guitar in hand strumming away at the strings without a care in the world. He glanced up once feeling someone's eyes on his own, he saw Spencer standing there and knew she shouldn't be alone but the look in her eyes made him stop the asking.

"That was pretty," she whispered all most afraid to break the mood of the room with her voice.

"Thanks,"

Ashley started to panic; she stood up and paced the length of the table, "Where is she?"

Madison glanced at her watch, "It's only been...twenty minutes, and okay we need to find her." The group got up and followed the path they saw Spencer take minutes ago. Hoping nothing went wrong.

TBC.