A/N: Sorry about the chapter number, but I'm weird and I want to keep chapter numbers consistent for all my postings. Sorry for the sheer and utter suckiness.
"Your stuff is all moved in Spence, all we need is your cute little self now" Ashley said cheerfully as she walked in the hospital room.
Spencer groggily smiled at Ashley from her bed, she was still exhausted. She was sick of the hospital, sick of the doctors and nurses. She just wanted to be home, and the dream about Troy was still bothering her. She still hadn't told Ashley, but today was the day, it was now or never. She managed to wiggle her way out of talking to the police for one more day, blaming it on her exhaustion, much to Ashley's chagrin. Spencer realized however, that she needed to tell her, before she talked to the officers, and before she was released at noon.
"Ashley, I need to talk to you."
"Yeah, what's wrong?" She immediately was at her side.
"Remember when Aiden came by?"
The brown eyes darkened once again at the mere mention of him again.
"Well…we discussed more than our break up." Spencer's heart raced, she was so scared of Ashley's reaction. She still very much cared for Aiden, she did not want anything to happen to him. Hey Ash, my scorned lover came by and told me that Troy wants to kill me if I squeal, but please don't let you, my new girlfriend beat the living shit out of him.
Ashley stared intently, waiting and wondering.
"Hey lil' sis! How are you doing?"
"Hi Glen, we're kind of in the middle of something right now," Spencer said agitated, but admittedly felt a little relief.
"Sorry Spence, but c'mon, there's time for that once you get out of the hospital. Especially since you're living together, if you know what I mean."
"Ugh, after all these years and that's still all you think about?" It was Ashley's turn to pipe in.
"Hey, what can I say, old habits die hard my friend," he replied smugly, "I said it before, and I'll say it again, you're with the wrong Carlin Ashley."
"Get out Glen!" Both women shouted, soon bursting into giggles as soon as he shut the door.
"He is such an ass."
"I know, can you imagine me with Glen? I should have totally gone for Clay when I had the chance."
"That's not even funny Ash!" Spencer feigned hurt and surprise as she hit her arm.
"Ow…at least someone's getting her strength back," the brunette said as she rubbed her sore arm. "you know I'm kidding. I've actually secretly had the hots for Mrs. Paula Carlin."
"Oh my god, that's it Ash!"
Ashley smirked at her girlfriend, "so anyway, what were you going to tell me about Aiden."
Oh damn, she almost forgot about him, with all the commotion of Glen coming in.
"Well. He said something, and I'm really scared."
"What babe, what did he say?" Her voice quickened.
A knock came on the door. "Excuse us; we are looking for Spencer Carlin?" Spencer quickly diverted her eyes and looked toward the door. Standing there was a man, looked to be in his mid 30's, tall, red hair, and clean cut. Standing next to him was a petite woman, blonde, green eyed; both were in uniform.
"Yeah, that's me," she replied nervously.
"Hello Miss Carlin, I'm Officer Patrick O'Neil, and this is Officer Krista Morgan, we're just here to find out what happened the night of the attack from you."
"Is it ok if I stay with her?" Ashley asked as she stood up.
"Ash, I think I want to talk to them alone," Spencer hissed out between her teeth. Ashley looked at her confused, "well…alright," a little hurt; she gave her a quick kiss and left the room.
Ashley could not sit still in the hard-backed upholstered chair. She wished she could be with Spencer, support her, and make sure her story was right. Besides having Spencer home, she wanted nothing more than to see that pitiful, asshole Troy locked up in jail. She was going to make sure he got his.
Letting her curiosity get the better of her, Ashley stood up from the chair and as quietly as she could, sneaked up to Spencer's room. Thankful for the fact that the door was open a tiny crack, she nudged it further so she could faintly listen to the conversation.
"I'm sorry, I know this is hard Miss Carlin, but any little bit that you can remember would help," a voice that must belong to the female cop said.
"I told you, please call me Spencer. Honestly, that's all I can remember, I'm sorry."
"Well," a male voice piped in, "if you remember anything else at all, just let us know."
Ashley heard what she assumed were the cops shuffling around. Well that was fast; they weren't in there for more than fifteen minutes.
The two officers stepped out of the room quickly, brushing past Ashley and down the hallway. She swiftly knocked on the door and pushed it open before she got a reply.
"Hey, how'd it go."
"Oh, it went well enough…" Spencer replied as her voice trailed off.
"I bet your excited to get out of here," Ashley grinned as she held up some papers, "I had the nurse give them to me so we can get out of here ASAP."
Spencer smiled sadly, she barely told the cops anything, and she still has yet to explain to Ashley what happened between her and Aiden.
"I'm really excited to live with you Ash. I can't believe all this time and we've never thought to move in together." Spencer decided to cop out once again and changed the subject.
"Well, I've spent the night so much at your place that it's like I practically live there."
"True," smiling broadly, Spencer fell into those beautiful brown eyes, "where are those papers?"
With one last consultation with the doctor, a pain prescription, signing of release papers, and promises to take it easy, Spencer was finally leaving. With a little help from Ashley, they were in Ashley's car and on their way home.
"Meeeeoooowwwww." Spencer was greeted by a happy cat as soon as Ashley opened the door.
"Looks like somebody's missed you babe," Ashley stated chuckling as they watched Gingersnap rub against her owner's legs.
"Oh my little darling, have you missed me? I'm sorry for leaving you alone so long," the blonde cooed as she tried to bend down to pet her.
"Yeah, I forgot you like to coddle her," Ashley growled as she tried to pick off cat-hair from her favorite pair of suede boots.
Spencer had made her way to the couch, where she sat with Gingersnap, "you know you love her, and you're just jealous I'm not coddling you right now." She got an eye roll in response, but chose to ignore it, "you know, I think I want to take a nap."
"Oh! Sure babe, what do you need? Some hot tea? A hot bath?"
Spencer giggled, "nah, just your hot self in your bed."
"That can be arranged."
She was so beautiful, Ashley thought as she ran her fingers through Spencer's hair as she listened to her slow and even breaths. Spencer had just fallen asleep in her arms, and sleep was fast threatening her eyes as well.
"I'm going to take care of you. I promise," she whispered. Ashley stiffened as Spencer stirred a little, but did not wake.
Smiling, Ashley knew she was going to make good on her vow; her best friend, her girlfriend, needed her and she refused to let anyone hurt her again. "I can't believe I've fallen for you like this Spencer, this is fate."