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Sorry for the late update but I recently got a new job and it is taking a bit more of my time than before. While I will be updating once a week while planned, the days that I do it might be a little sporadic. Thank you for your patience and to Paraddicted for the pre-read!
Spencer woke up with a headache.
Her head was throbbing as she sat up on what appeared to be a large bed; that looked eerily familiar to her.
The last thing Spencer remembered was that she was going back to her car to get something when she felt something sharp on her neck. Everything had gone black before should even react and the FBI Agent concluded that she had to have been drugged; though she had no idea for how long. It was a little disheartening to her that she had let her guard down like that; especially with what had happened to Mona just a short time ago. While her being attacked even before she could openly mock Doctor Tabitha Clark was never even considered, she should have been careful none the less. She was a member of the FBI and a law enforcement officer; thus she should have stuck to her training on being cautious. Just because she was stationed stateside and had yet to make enemies on her job didn't mean that she could get sloppy.
It was obvious that she had been taken by the insane doctor; given that she was definitely in a very real copy of her room. It slightly freaked her out that the bed was on was exactly like the one that was in storage back in Rosewood; though she was slightly relieved that it was indeed not the one. She had that bed for years and there were certain markings on it that were absent in this version. All the rest of the furniture matched as well and she had to admire how well A had done her research; wondering if she had gotten it all from Ezra's book. Mona had brought up the possibility of Dr. Clark paying Rosewood a visit and she'd wished that they had followed up on that. Not many people visit the town and the Doctor's presence would have been noticed in some way; especially if she was hanging out in her and her friend's old neighborhoods. Ever since the drama of A, people in her hometown were a little more conscious of what was going on around them.
Standing up, though still a little woozy doing so, Spencer looked at herself in the mirror and saw that she was wearing the same attire from back when she was in highschool. She was wearing a long light purple skirt, white blouse with an open black sweater, and some heels. Though her hair was shorter now, it was still tied in a bun; something that she never did anymore. She was also wearing makeup; stuff that she had not worn in years. While the agent still wore a little bit when it came to the office, it was not as much as back when she was still a teenager. Spencer had to admit that Tabitha had done a rather good job in putting her makeup on; which she'd supposed was easy given that she had been unconscious the entire time. Looking over at her vanity, the older woman was slightly disturbed that all the makeup there was exactly the brands she had used back when she had been younger; brands that were no longer sold on the market.
As expected, there was a camera in the room though it was hidden; unlike Charles's that had been in plain sight. In fact, there seemed to be two cameras she could point out in the room so far; both being disguised as smoke alarms. Spencer could tell that they were fake and were really cameras by not only seeing how they looked, with the sensor lights being too large, but where they were positioned in the room itself. State regulations dictated that all smoke alarms be placed in key spots in the room to detect toxic substances; which the two were not. One was placed facing her bed a tad to too close to the ground while the other faced the bathroom; which was a little different since it had a more modern look to it. Walking inside, Spencer saw that it was indeed well stocked and usable. This was somewhat gratifying since Charles's Dollhouse had bathrooms that were only barebones. Instead of there being a shower, there was only a small tub that only had cold water to add to the suffering of the girls.
Moving to the window, it was slightly refreshing as well as irritating that all she could see was red bricks on the other side. It seemed that A didn't bother with the illusion that Spencer wasn't anywhere but confined; unlike Charles who liked his little trickery. One thing that the young woman was glad for was that the bricks matched the same ones she had seen outside the suspected lair; which were unique for the city. This seemed to solidify that they did indeed find the lair and hoped Mona's people were still watching the building. If there was a chance that the Calvary could come rushing in at any moment, then a possible rescue was at hand. She knew full well that Toby would move Heaven and Earth to come rescue her with Spencer being in trouble like this. There was a chance though he had been grabbed as well since there was no way that she could have been moved without him intervening. This gave her the fear that A might use him in order to make Spencer do what she wanted.
After moving away from the bathroom, Spencer checked out the rest of the room; looking through the closet and drawers. As expected, all the clothing matched what she had worn back when she had been a teenager; though she wondered if they were store bought or lifted from her storage space. Unlike the others, Spencer's outwards shape hadn't really changed that much from when she was in highschool; which meant that all her old clothing could still fit her to some degree. Looking through the various articles of clothing, she didn't see any signs that they were hers; which gave her some relief. She also checked out the other things like the books and other stationary items; finding that none seemed to have been lifted from her old home. Spencer had always marked her schoolbooks and none of those markings appeared in the ones that she skimmed through. They also appeared to be new since they had that new book feel as well as a small lair of dust on the pages. That seemed to tell her that no one had yet to occupy this room and that there had yet to be a replica of her chosen.
Instead, it seemed that the insane psychiatrist decided on obtaining the real thing; like she had with Mona.
After checking out the room, Spencer decided to sit back down on the bed since there wasn't anything she could really do. Thinking back to the days of Charles and his Dollhouse, the young woman knew that this A would probably have her do something soon; automatically opening her room door in order for Spencer to head to some location. She was hoping that she could at least see the other two confirmed hostages so that she knew that they were alright; maybe even reassuring them somehow that they would be rescued at some point. However, there was the possibility that the two women might be broken by now; willing to do anything A said in order to not be tortured in some way. Mike had suggested that Spencer keep whatever plans she had to herself since the hostages might turn on her out of fear; a suggestion that Toby had supported given that it was a real possibility. Until she knew the whole situation, it was a good idea to play Tabitha Clark's game for the time being.
It was another minute before there was a chime from the ceiling and the door to her room suddenly slammed open. Knowing the routine well, Spencer stood up and headed to the now open doorway; seeing lights on the walls telling her where to go. Without a word, the FBI Agent walked down the dark corridor and turned right at the junction. She could hear nothing and every door she passed was closed tight; not even a light coming from the cracks in the door. It was another few seconds when she could hear another door open up and noticed a now open space at the end of the hall. Slowly making her way to it, the FBI Agent's eyes bulged at the sight of Toby lying on a bed inside; unconscious and tied up. Rushing towards her boyfriend, she saw that he was still dressed in his work attire; the same attire she saw him in when they were last together. That told her that he must have been grabbed when she had been; which beg the question on who could it have been. Either Tabitha Clark had other people on the payroll or she did the deed herself.
After checking his pulse and seeing that he was breathing normally, the FBI Agent concluded that he was alright. There was another chime and Spencer looked up to see an old fashioned camera fixating on her as well as her boyfriend. The way it was facing her, the young woman got the impression that it whoever was watching from behind the scenes was subtly telling Spencer that she had no power here. It was rather a cleaver thing for A to do in capturing Toby; it was a way for her to force the FBI Agent to do what she wanted. Spencer knew the game well from Charles and what to expect so this A was using a different method to bend the young woman to her will. Tabitha knew that Spencer loved her boyfriend and would anything to keep him safe which was why she took him as well. Walking away from her boyfriend, Spencer looked up at the camera and glared at the person behind it; vowing to make the psychiatrist pay for everything she had done.
Spencer followed the lights down the hall and headed straight forward instead of turning back to her room. There was an open doorway at the end of the hall and stepping into the room, she was startled to see it occupied by two other people. Looking around, Spencer knew this room well and even though it was a carbon copy, she had spent considerable time in it. Somehow, A had managed to recreate Alison's room rather well and the attention to detail was rather amazing despite the insanity behind it. The woman who was supposed to emulate her blonde friend was sitting on the bed and brushing the person who was supposed to represent Mona. Both were dressed exactly the way their originals were back in highschool; though in this case, it was a geekier version of Mona given that she had multiple attires back then. The blonde was in a yellow sundress that left little to the imagination as well as brown expensive boots while the other woman was in a pink sweater vest with a long skirt. From what Spencer knew about the Mona doppelganger, the woman didn't need glasses and seemed to be forced to in this situation; which might screw with her eyes if they didn't get her out of here soon.
The room itself was a carbon copy of her friend's back when she was a teenager as well as before she first disappeared. The young woman had seen similar setups done by both Jessica DiLaurentis as well as her son Charles back in the day. Truthfully, Spencer had rather hated being in Alison's room in the aftermath of the Dollhouse and avoided going into it when the drama was finally done with. Whenever the girls got together or had some meeting about something serious going on in their lives, they met at the other places; even sleepovers happening more at Spencer's house than anything else. While Spencer never asked if the other girls felt the way she did, she had a sensation that they did given that they also avoided going over to their blonde friend's house. By then though, the fracture between the girls happened so her beliefs could never be proven.
"It's about time you showed up Spencer; I was getting tired of brushing this loser's hair," said the Alison clone from the bed when they noticed Spencer. With the way she said it, it seemed to the FBI Agent that the words were rehearsed and that she was being forced to say them.
"I'm sorry Alison," said the Mona clone, those words sounding rehearsed as well. The blonde seemed to have a brief instant of apology on her face before getting back into script; giving Spencer the impression that the blonde did not like saying those words.
Spencer was suddenly flustered by the exchange and a brief feeling of guilt washed over her persona. The young woman was once again reminded that her friend was a bully and had treated others horribly back in highschool; thus what led to many of the problems they had all faced together. While Alison wasn't necessarily responsible for Charles and his attacks on the girls, that blame lying more with Jessica and Kenneth, she was absolutely responsible for Mona turning out the way she did as well as her actions. When the subject came up, Hanna would mention that they were responsible as well given that they did nothing to stop Alison when she was bullying others; not speaking up when they should have. Spencer in a sense had to agree though she never said it out loud; though voicing it privately with Toby when they were alone together. While she could never really be friends with Mona, the FBI Agent had to admit that things could have been different if she had stood up to Alison sooner all those years ago.
"Whatever loser; me and Spencer are going to talk about who we are bringing to the dance while you can go back to the corner with your dolls," the blonde said, waving the dressed-up girl off; though not happy in saying the words. It was somewhat of a relief that the Alison clone hated what she was doing since it meant that the two hostages were not brainwashed yet into their roles yet.
"I thought I told you already Alison that I am taking Toby to the dance," Spencer said to the women as she sat down next to the fake Alison while the fake Mona went to go sit in the rocking chairs to play with the dolls scattered around. The FBI Agent concluded that the Mona clone must have brought them with her from her room the real Alison never played with dolls.
"Toby Cavanaugh is a pervert; especially when it comes to his sister Jenna Marshall. You need to stay away from him," said the blond doppelganger with a somewhat real tone of disgust; a matching look coming from the Mona doppelganger. It appeared to Spencer that the two knew one of her boyfriend's most humiliating secrets when it came to Jenna.
The fate of Jenna Marshall had been a surprise to everyone who knew her and even to this day, Spencer couldn't fully believe it. A year after everything had been resolved when it came to the A Game, the blind young woman had been in a real bad car accident; her taxi slammed into by a drunk driver. While near death and in the hospital for several months, Jenna apparently saw God and converted to Protestantism; becoming an active part of the Church she joined. After doing her absolute best to atone for all the bad things she did while she was younger, even earning Toby's forgiveness, she met an Missionary and later married him. They were now together helping build wells in Central Africa as well as having three kids. From the Christmas cards she saw Toby receive around the holidays, it appeared that she was truly happy and managed to move on with her life and made it out slightly better than anyone from Rosewood.
"You and I both know Alison that Toby was blackmailed by his stepsister; practically being raped by her," Spencer scolded angrily, taking a moment to glare at one of the cameras in the corner that was watching them. If there was one thing she could do right now, it was to correct the record when it came to her boyfriend.
"What?" both women said at once, surprised and acting completely out of character. Spencer had to smile at their obvious shock at knowing the truth; understandable since she herself had been surprised when the revelation happened. Thinking about it, it was because of Mona that they had found out the truth and never really thanked her for it.
"Toby was used by his stepsister and you Alison; taking the blame for blinding her so we couldn't get into trouble. I think after being blackmailed by you, Toby deserves a little happiness," the FBI Agent pressed, not giving a damn if they all acted out of character. As far as she was concerned, these two women needed to know the full truth of what had happened back then.
"Wait, Toby Cavanaugh was raped by his own stepsister?" the Mona clone asked, not sure how to comprehend what she was hearing. Then again, her mind was still wrapping around everything that has happened to her these last few months.
"Yes Mona; it is because of you that we now know that. Toby isn't the villain here, the bitch watching us is," stated Spencer with venom as she once again glared at the camera watching them. The young woman knew she was taking an awful risk by doing this but knew it had to be done since the truth needed to be known.
But of course, actions had consequences as indicated by the sudden blaring that came from the speakers in the ceiling.
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