Author's Note: I am just so done with this computer and this week...is it next Sunday yet?

Day Two-Hundred Twenty-Three: Next to Me by Emeli Sande

The last few days had been so weird.

Alison popped up, telling her about how to get back the love of her life. Toby died in a car accident, slipping on black ice a few days prior. That left Spencer pregnant and the father dead.

Alison had told her about a little task she needed to accomplish in order to get her own angel wings: help Spencer repeat the day until she figured out what went wrong. When she finally got it right, Toby would be alive and well with his new family, and Alison would have her fluffy white angel wings.

But before Alison had showed up, Spencer laid in bed for a few days, not eating, not drinking, not doing…anything, really, but wondering what had gone wrong. Toby was not a bad guy; what did he do to deserve this? He wasn't a drinker. He didn't gamble. He didn't leave her alone. He'd never cheat on her, especially not after they found out she was pregnant. He wasn't afflicted with any of the major sins: not vengeance nor pride, nor lust or greed…not even envy plagued him. He wasn't like most people. He was white in a world gone red with sin. He was so pure and morally good. He was just such a good man. She missed that he'd always be there and she knew that. When all her friends were gone and all the money was spent and all her dreams were used and wasted, he'd remain. Toby was the sort of person to try to give even when he had nothing left. He'd still give his unconditional love.

But now she had trouble breathing without him around. She couldn't do this on her own. She needed him next to her.

Enter Alison.

Alison told her that she had a chance to make things right. She could relive the day he died until she finally got it right and he was alive and well.

The first day had been problematic. She tried to keep him from getting to work on time, hoping it would interrupt fate's plan to make him slip into the river on account of some black ice. Unfortunately, it didn't work and she had to relive the painful experience of hearing that her fiancé had died in an accident.

The next day went better for a while. He got home on time this time. She had been so elated that it all seemed to work that she hadn't considered the possibility that he could die some other cruel way. He'd gone to the store to get something for Spencer because of her stupid pregnancy cravings and got into a car crash with another person. Yet another painful phone call.

The third day had to be the last. She told Alison she wasn't sure how many more phone calls she could live through: she had been through three already. Not another.

That third (well, technically, fourth) morning, things appeared different. The sky was grey and somber. It just felt like another sign of Toby's doomed fate and she felt like panicking.

But when Toby had woken up, he had felt sick. For once, it wasn't him that was rubbing her back and holding her hair as she threw up in the bathroom. She'd been the one caring for him. Still, she didn't get too terribly excited by this. The last time she thought her plan had worked, it hadn't and he just died some other way. What if he was deathly ill now with something like…some sort of cancer or heart failure or meningitis? Any of those things could kill him. Any of those things could cause vomiting.

Spencer spent the whole day worrying about Toby as he lay in bed, coughing and falling in and out of bouts of slumber. It wasn't until the very end of the day when she lay back down in bed that she realized the whole day had passed and he was still right there next to her.

"Are you sure you want to lie down next to—"

As soon as she realized the whole day had passed, she was overwhelmed with excitement. She wasn't letting him out of her grasp now. She kissed him on the lips, despite all the vomit and coughing and illness.

"Spencer, you might get sick and—"

"Oh, screw that, Toby," she said before kissing him again. "You're here, right next to me," she explained happily.

"Where else would I possibly be?" he asked with a glimmer of a smile.

She just smiled before kissing him again. Alison got her wings and she was quite happy, but there was no one as happy as Spencer.

AL3110: Frickin computer deleted my perfect response to you. Thank you for your character analysis on Kabason. It was beautiful. No, I was just in the stabby mood. If you listen to that song, it's very...dark. Yeah, I don't get why they do that in the US. The floors are so dirty. But my mom's floors aren't. Thank the Lord. It's called classzone dot com.

Sarah:Thank you. I know it was dark. I personally liked it.

Tomorrow's one-shot...is TBA because it's special. It's like a little secret. Though I think most people know what it is ;) -Kayson