A/N: So, before you get all angry with me and take yo earings off (lol), I apologize that this chapter took so long. I write my stories on my phone, and I apparently got Carpal Tunel Syndrome in my right hand, so I wasn't allowed to use my phone. Plus I'm a shitty typer on a keyboard, 'scuse my French. But I will NOT abandon this story so I'm back and also writing a chapter for Life After the Letter, and I'm turning Rewind into a twoshot for you. Trust me, it has loads of Spoby hotness :)

Dedicated to Layla Wolffe, (I told you I'd do it) an amazing reader, reviewer, and writer! :) If you haven't read her work yet, I suggest you do, because you don't know what you're missing out on!

Disclaimer: I don't own PLL, or Toby's abs, or Toby... The list goes on and on.

Sitting on her bed before school, Spencer finished shoving her blue checkered pj shirt into the black nondescript duffel bag she was bringing with her. She wanted so badly to bring Toby with her, but even if Alison hadn't outrightly said it over the phone, she knew Alison wanted them to look guilty of the murder.

She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to be 'guilty' of a crime she hadn't committed. And Spencer knew that even if they completed the demands, there was no sure way of seeing their best friend. But they had to try for Emily.

She heard fast footsteps approaching her room, and quickly hid the packed bag under her bed. She tried to not look guilty as her mother stepped into her room.

"Honey?" Her mother asked, gazing at her suspiciously. "You have a visitor at the front door, she said her name was M-something?"

"Sure." Spencer replied quickly and silently prayed for her mother to leave. "I'll go get that."

Instead, Mrs. Hastings sat down on the corner of Spencer's bedspread, sighing. "Spencer?" She asked.

"Yeah mom?"

"Are you,-" She stopped to take a breath. "Are you really okay? I mean, some crazy , unknown person came in to stab you, and it looks like both you and Toby were targeted-"

"Mom." Spencer interrupted. "I'm fine, really. Its amazing what stitches can do."

"But did you, get into the wrong crowd, make promises you could keep, and someone... Got angry?" Her mother rambled worriedly.

"No, I didn't." Her daughter reassured her. "You know me and raised me. I'm your daughter."

"And Emily?"

Spencer didn't answer. How was she supposed to tell her mom what had really gone down?

Spencer's mother sighed, tapped Spencer's hand gently, and left the room. Spencer waited until she could hear the weight of feet on the stairs before she pulled out her hidden bag and shoved it into the depths of her closet.

When she got to the door and swung it open, she saw a disheveled and worried Maya on the other side.

"Maya?" Spencer asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"

"Ha-Have you seen Emily?" Maya stuttered tearfully.

"No, why?"

"Someone s-sent me this note and it says it's all m-my fault!" Maya cried, sniffing pitifully. She pushed a crumpled piece of photo paper into Spencer's confused hands.

She turned it over to reveal a candid photo of Emily and Maya kissing heatedly in Maya's bedroom. Someone had drawn a large X over Emily's face and written a message in loopy cursive that Spencer recognized as Ali's.

Aww, little Maya, did lover-girl leave you? Was it your skills in bed or something else that drove her away? Maybe ask Spencer, I bet she knows a thing or two about disappearing people. People that never come back.

Kisses!

-A

Maya kept sobbing but all Spencer was hearing was white noise. This note made it sound like she was responsible for Emily's disappearance as well.

"And w-who's A?" The broken dark-haired girl asked, breaking Spencer out of her trance.

"I really don't know." Spencer said honestly.

Maya's demeanor switched and she straightened up, pushing the tears from her cheeks. "Nevermind. If you can't help me, or won't help me, I'll find Emily myself. I obviously care about her enough."

"Maya-!" Spencer called out as Maya strutted away as fast as her legs could carry her, but the girl didn't stop.

"Forget it, Spencer!" She yelled back.

Spencer slumped against the door frame defeatedly. Everyone was turning on her. Maya had absolutely no clue what she was giving up to save Emily, and she never would because the news would make them murderers, not heroes.

She felt her phone buzz and ring with the song she had set for Toby's number. She hated that the time had come to break his heart again, but it was only to keep him safe. He could never come with her.

I don't know what to do,

I think I'm falling for you-

She cut the ringtone short by answering. "Hey."

"Hey beautiful, I mean Spencer." Toby teased.

She didn't respond, because she was too choked up on her end. He seemed to sense it through the phone.

"So I was wondering-... Spence? What's wrong?" Genuine worry laced his tone as he spoke to her.

"This..." Spencer stopped, then tried again. "We aren't working."

"I told you already, I love you. How can that not work?" He asked, confused.

"I can't stay here anymore." Her voice didn't even sound like her own as the words came pouring out. "I'm leaving Rosewood. And I'm n-not coming back."

"Is running away what this is all about?" He asked. "Then I'll go with you-"

"No!" She exclaimed, her vision blurry with water. "You can't."

"Why can't I, Spencer?"

She thought of the one thing that would hurt him most, that would make him not even miss her. "Because I'm leaving with Wren. Wren Kim."

There was a silence on the other end, then he sighed miserably. "Wren?" His hurt voice asked. "Why him? Why not me?"

"Because-" Spencer gulped as she severed their relationship for good. She had to make this short or she would completely lose it. "He's the one who really understands me. Not you."

"Spencer-"

"Just stop Toby!" She cried and threw the phone down. She didn't know how the call ended, but she stopped hearing his voice calling to her in disbelief. She slid down on the cold door with the hinges yanking on her hair cruelly, and the first of many broken tears made its way down her cheek.

But soon she had to leave, and pretend everything was fine again.

"Are you okay Spence?" Hanna asked, shifting her purple bag on her shoulder uncomfortably. "You look... I don't know. Like when you first broke it of with him."

"Hanna stop." Aria said seriously. "Don't even mention it, or his name, unless you want to talk about Cale-"

"Homework sounds like a good topic to discuss!" Hanna cut her off. Spencer had found out that morning that both Hanna and Aria had broken off their relationships last night, and Spencer was the last one to do it. After the terrifying phone call, they had all reluctantly agreed that they should make sure their loved ones didn't get involved in their attempt to run away. And there was only one way to do that. To break their hearts.

"So," Aria began, "in English, we're starting Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde... Spencer are you okay? I thought you loved books?"

Spencer had let out a muffled sob at the name of Toby's favorite book. She flashed back to when he told her that he loved it. It was before the entire ugly mess with the Chucky Dolls, before this entire downward spiral...

"Let me see!" Spencer giggled, trying to grab the battered book from Toby's hands.

"Nuh-uh." Toby shook his head. "Its my favorite. No one touches it."

"Oh really then? Maybe I can break the habit." Spencer challenged, brushing fly away hairs from her face.

"You'll have to get it by force, s-"

She tackled him backwards onto his bed and straddled him with both legs, both of them laughing like maniacs. Her auburn hair made a curtain around both of their faces as they mock-fought for the book. She got a hold of the novel and read the faded black title. "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?" She asked, surprised.

"Yeah." He shot back, slightly defensive. "Don't make fun of it, its a good book."

"I wasn't going to." Spencer replied, dropping downwards to lie beside him. He turned to look at her as she added, "And I agree with you."

His face lit up and he smiled. "You do?"

"Yeah." She nodded and put an arm under her head, "I do. And I think some certain people in Rosewood should read it. They might learn something about themselves."

He laughed at that. "Very true."

"You know what my favorite book is?"

"Surprisingly, no. What is it?"

"Romeo and Juliet." She saw him struggle not to laugh and punched his shoulder. "Hey! Shakespeare's ingenious!"

"The great Spencer Hastings," Toby laughed, "is a h-hopeless romantic!"

"Am not!" She defended, but he started chuckling even harder. "Stop it!"

"Why, would you like me to go get a rose for the missus, or write a love letter?"

"That's not how it goes." Spencer whined, sounding like an eight year-old and not caring. "And Shakespeare is better than Sir. Arthur- Something!"

"Oh really?" He asked her. "And Arthur Conan Doyle couldn't write any better than a guy with feathers in his too-big top hat?"

She gasped overdramatically and pointed an accusing finger at him. "You take that back!"

"Make me!" He retorted.

She rolled back onto his hips and he started laughing again. "You. Are. So. Infuriatingly. Cute." She growled, and he leaned upwards to connect their lips in a searing kiss-

Spencer was violently jerked out of the happy memory by a careless freshman bumping into her from behind. They mumbled sorry and moved on, but Spencer was left trying to fend off the questioning stares of her two friends.

"Spencer, are you okay?" Aria asked again.

"Y-What?" Spencer stuttered. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Let's just get to class," Hanna muttered softly. "People are staring."

"Okay." Spencer meekly agreed.

"Hey, Spence?" Aria questioned, pulling the taller brunette aside as the blonde started walking.

"What?"

"Can you, well, be moral support during English?" She pleaded. "I really don't want to explain to my mother why I'm breaking down as she's mentioning 'To Kill A Mockingbird' in class."

"Of course, Aria." Spencer responded in a Duh tone. "I'd always do that for you."

"Thanks." Aria nodded, wiping at her eyes quickly. "Maybe we should go."

Later that day, Spencer had, (with a Herculean effort), made it through driving home, an awfully awkward family dinner without her dad, and a mountain of homework before she broke down again. All it had taken to break her carefully constructed walls was Toby's name in the short story they were assigned to read for English. Tears splashed onto her paper, blotching the ink, but she didn't care. All she could think of was that under Alison's control, she wouldn't last long like this.

Seeing that her clock read 10:00, she knew that it was time to put their plan into action. Her parents had gone to bed early in the hopes of catching a plane at 6 in the morning, and Melissa was staying in Philly, so all there was left to get through was an empty house.

She sent off a text to Hanna and Aria that she was leaving and grabbed her bag. Tiptoeing through the home and throwing a jacket over her pajamas, she noticed that something felt...off.

When she got to the door and opened it, she ran into a rock hard chest. Spencer looked up to see the person she least expected to see on the other side.

Toby.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded, taking a wary step back. "I told you-"

"Why did you lie to me?" He snapped, putting a foot forward to close the distance between them.

"I did w-what?" Spencer stuttered, caught off guard. How did he know?

"I went to the Rosewood hospital today." He started angrily. "And I decided to check if a certain doctor was there."

"Toby, did you-" She was cut off.

"No, because he wasn't there!" Toby exclaimed. "Because he wasn't there! And he hasn't been for five days now! He's on vacation in Cuba!"

Spencer's mind was whirling from the onslaught of new information. She knew Wren couldn't be on vacation, Aria, Hanna, and her had all seen him watching them after the phone call. Which meant that he was lying about being in Cuba.

"Why did you do that?" Spencer asked softly, trying to decrease the tension level in the room. "Why did you snoop around to try and find...this?"

"Because," Toby told her, "I know you well enough to tell when you're lying to me, Spencer. And you were lying this morning on the phone. Why?"

Just then, Aria burst through the still open door, yelling Spencer's name loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.

"What?" Spencer asked her, noticing that there were blurry tear tracks running down her face. She didn't have her coat or her bag, and she was in her pajamas.

"Sp-Spencer!" Aria sobbed with her hands on her knees. "Thank God! I thought Alison had gotten to you too!"

"Me too?" Spencer asked the out of breath girl in front of her, before a horrible thought came to her head. "What happened to Hanna, Aria?"

The short brunette didn't answer, just handed over her phone. Spencer took it with shaking hands to read the text.

Anybody ever teach you bitches to do things quickly and efficiently? Looks like they didn't, so I'll help you speed it up. A thank you never hurts!

You're welcome!

-A

Spencer clicked on the attached photo link and screamed in horror. It was a picture of Hanna, unconscious and tied up in what looked like someone's car trunk. There was a note scrawled on a Post-it note attached to Hanna's forehead.

Better hurry girlies,

or she'll be the first to go!

But what disturbed Spencer the most was the man's hand accidentally caught in the corner of the photograph. It had a silver ring on the middle finger that looked vaguely familiar to her. A long-forgotten line of memory from a conversation with someone randomly surfaced in her mind.

"I keep this ring because it belonged to my grandmother. It reminds me of her, and keeps her close when I work with people's lives in the balance..." The voice told her in a British accent, and trailed off.

In that instant, Spencer put two and two together and nearly screamed in shock again.

The man's hand in the photo was Wren's.

A/N: Dun, dun, dunnnnn! Up next:

Two shady characters have a creepy talk,

And the reappearance of one hot hacker!

Y'all know the drill for my uploads! R+R! :)