This is either an epilogue to the previous one shot, or it is going to turn into a chapter fic. Either way, this is a follow on from the previous story. Enjoy.

Characters: Spencer and Toby

Reluctantly Spencer left her French translation and answered the knock at her bedroom door. When she opened it she was greeted by the sight of a giant blue and white blanket mass, which appeared to be sprouting two legs underneath.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh," moaned the blanket creature, reaching out arms towards her.

Spencer laughed as she recognised the voice. Throwing the quilt back from his face Toby emerged grinning sheepishly.

"Trick or Treat."

"Very nice," Spencer replied. "How did you get in?"

"Your very obliging sister answered the door."

"Oh. So I guess you were treated to a dose of the Melissa rage?"

"She did come across as quite put out yes."

"Living with her at the moment is like living with the poltergeist."

"Well that is why I am here," Toby replied smiling. He followed Spencer into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Have you come for another nap?" Spencer teased.

"Sort of," he answered. He took a seat on one of the chairs by the window. "Well to be more accurate it's why I've bought this." He held up the quilt.

Spencer rose again from her seat at the desk and wandered over to him. She folded herself neatly on his lap, relishing the feel of his strong arms wrapping around her waist.

"So what is it for?" she asked him, nestling into his chest.

"Well, my grandmother made it for me when I was a kid."

Spencer reached out and ran a finger over the sewn swirls on the quilt. "She made it for you?" she said wonderingly.

Toby watched her expression as she gazed over the delicate sewing of the quilt. There was sadness mixed in with the awe.

"Yeah. When I was a kid I was terrified of the dark. There were monsters under my bed and witches in the closet and I don't even want to know what lived in the shadows outside my window."

He stopped when he realised she was staring at him, smiling. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she replied still smiling.

"Well, anyway. My grandmother made this for me and she said it had magical powers. That while I was wrapped up in this blanket nothing could ever get me. And I tell you, no monsters ever tried to get me after that. And this morning I thought, I'm not really troubled by my monsters anymore."

He leant down and placed a gentle kiss on top of Spencer's head. "So I thought maybe you could use it to keep away yours. For the nights when I can't sleepover."

She turned to face him, worry in her eyes. "Toby I can't take this. It's too special."

Smiling he leant in to kiss her. When they broke apart he tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Well you're more special."

She smiled and snuggled back into his chest, "Thank-you," she breathed.

Toby absently twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and they sat in silence for a few moments.

Finally he broke the peace. "I'm worried about you Spencer. I don't like that you have to be on your own here."

"I'm not on my own. Melissa and Mom and Dad are here," she replied quietly.

"You know what I mean."

Spencer turned her head and placed a soft kiss on Toby's chest. "And I have you."

"Always." Toby hugged her closer to him. He decided to let it go for now, but he was still worried.