Author's note / Hi, this is my first fan fiction ever, so I'm not really comfortable publishing it.. But, I hope you like it! The idea came to me the day after I watched the Pretty Little Liars Series Finale. I loved that episode but I had hoped we'd get some more Spoby scenes. Yes, I know they're endgame but I would have loved a hug or a kiss after the reveal. It's so unfair compared to the other ships. But, if the writers didn't give us that, then we have to give it to ourselves, huh? ;) By the way, I LOVED the twin-reveal. I've read a lot of theories and to me, it made so much sense! I did hate the fact that Toby got sexually abused – again. Just, what is wrong with the writers?!

Okay, enough of me rambling about the Finale, here's my first fan fiction EVER! Please like and review if you liked it, I'm not sure about where it'll go and how long I will keep continuing the story, but I have some ideas in mind what to do.. Okay, now it really is time! Here goes... chapter one!
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Chapter 1. 'Une orange sur ma table'

The moment the cop took Alex from him, Toby let go of her. He kept his eyes on Spencer's, those beautiful eyes he could never forget, those beautiful eyes that were now filled with tears. Just before she could fall down on her knees, he took her in his arms. Eyes closed, he thought: 'God, how I have missed this, having her in my arms'. He felt her grip tightening, and he did the same. Spencer couldn't stop crying, and Toby couldn't keep it in either. Seeing Spencer cry, seeing her so broken..

"Shhhh.." he said. "It's okay, I'm here.."

They just stood there, arms around each other, seeking comfort in each other's presence. Time stood still for the both of them. Spencer's heavy breathing seemed to have slowed down when Toby opened his eyes. Everybody seemed to have already left this wicked place, this dungeon which Spencer's crazy twin sister had built under the house he had built for Spencer. 'Unbelievable...' he thought.
He then noticed that Spencer had stopped crying. Nevertheless, she was still embracing him. He rubbed his right hand over her back and he held her shoulders with his left one.

"Spence?" he said softly. "Shall we go?"

He didn't want let go of her, but he knew it was better for Spencer that she'd be out of crazy place as soon as possible.

"Hm hm..." Spencer murmured.

She took a deep breath, and Toby noticed that she was very close to crying again.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay Spence.. I'm here. It's over."

"I know, it's just..." Spencer said with a shaking voice. She took another deep breath. "It never really is, you know? There always seems to be something else, something horrible that's about to happen."

She sniffed her nose, trying to prevent the tears from falling down again.

"It is. This time it is. I promise." Toby said.

He now looked straight into her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes of her.

"Let's get out of here."

"Yeah." She said.

She really wanted to get out of the crazy place, but she didn't want to let go of Toby. She hadn't eaten for almost a whole day and she still couldn't believe that her twin sister was A.D., the person that tortured her and her friends for months. Spencer's arms were still around Toby's back, afraid she was too weak to walk. Toby didn't need words to understand what Spencer was thinking. He knew her so well, even after all these years. He knew that everything that happened in the last 24 hours was taking a toll on her. Carefully, he swept her of her feet. Surprised, Spencer looked at Toby. When he saw her questioning face, he laughed.

"Just taking you home. If that's okay with you?" He asked.

"Of course." Spencer said softly.

"Close your eyes, Spence. You need some rest."

"Okay," she chuckled, "thanks Toby."

"Anything for you Spence, you know that."

"Hmhm." Spencer answered, already falling asleep.

Toby smiled. Spencer was sleeping in his arms and she looked so beautiful, even after such an intense, exhausting day. He didn't mind walking to her house at all, even though he had to adjust to the bright sunlight again, since he just got out of the bunker in which the lights were switched off.

He couldn't take his eyes off of Spencer. With her in his arms, he had always felt so lucky, so happy, so.. at peace. He hadn't felt that in so long, not even when he was with Yvonne. Sure, he was happy, but it was so different than with Spencer. It was nice, and he loved Yvonne, he did, but he could never love anyone more than he loved Spencer.

After a ten-minute walk he reached Spencer's house. He hoped that Melissa and Veronica weren't home, so he wouldn't have to explain everything. He hadn't yet fully comprehended all the new information he learned today himself, let alone he could explain it to someone else. Luckily there were no cars at the parking spaces. When he got to the barn, the door was unlocked. Did Alex really kidnap her sister here? He couldn't believe how scary that must have been for Spencer. Hoping Spencer wouldn't remember too much of that encounter when she'd wake up, he carefully took her upstairs to her room. He laid her on the bed, took off her shoes and put the comforter over her, tucking her in. He definitely didn't want to risk losing her again. Looking down on Spencer's alarm clock – which showed him it was already 7 p.m. - he realized how hungry he was. He walked out of the room, leaving the door open. He pulled out his phone and dialled Emily's number. She picked up right away, as if she was waiting for the phone call.

"Toby, how is Spencer?" She asked.

"Hey Em, she's alright – I guess. I don't know, actually. I carried her home and she fell asleep right away. She's in her bed right now."

"Good. Thank you for doing that Toby." Emily said.

Toby chuckled. "Of course, anything for her."

"Now, how are you holding up?" She asked him.

"I don't know. Still processing, you know."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"But, I am kind of hungry actually. I'm at Spencer's barn, could you bring me some food? I don't want to leave Spencer all alone."

"Yes, of course, I'll be right there Toby."

"Thanks Em." He smiled. He couldn't be luckier having Emily as his friend.

"Any time Toby, any time. You know that."

"I do, thank you."

"I'll be there in a minute." Emily said, ending the call.

Alison looked up to Emily, who was grabbing her keys.

"That was Toby, he's at Spencer's. She is sleeping and he asked if I could bring some food."

"Okay, be careful. I love you." Alison answered.

"Love you too." Emily responded, heading out.

Not a minute after Emily hung up, Toby found himself in Spencer's room again. Watching her sleep, so at peace, he felt the exact feeling he felt when she had looked him in the eyes, saying the lines of her favourite poem of the book Alex gave him the day he was leaving with Yvonne. The feeling was so overwhelming, but the strong love he felt for Spencer had always been exactly the same. He could hear here saying those words in French all over again, like they were on repeat. 'Une orange sur la table, ta robe sur la tapis, et toi dans mon lit.' He looked at Spencer's nightstand, and there it was. The same book he got from Alex. But this one was different. This one was Spencer's. He could tell from three feet away, no, he could tell from three miles away. This one belonged to Spencer. He walked towards the nightstand and picked up the book. He could smell it was hers. He opened the book on the page with the bookmark in it, and there it was. It was there, the titled underlined. 'Une orange sur la table. Ta robe sur la tapis. Et toi dans mon lit. Doux présent du présent. Fraîcheur de la nuit. Chaleur de ma vie.'

Words could not describe the warm, burning, desiring feeling he felt inside. He knew every word and every meaning of the words. It weren't the most difficult French words, but if it wasn't for Spencer, if she'd never have the courage to walk up his porch to tell him that she was going to be tutoring him in French, he would have never known the words. 'Chaleur de ma vie.' 'Warmth of my life.' He felt tears starting to form in his eyes, but he fought against them. He read the poem over and over again. He couldn't believe his eyes, when he saw a little heart at the top right corner of the page. He could tell she had drawn it. It wasn't just the little heart that made him cry. It was the letter that was next to it.

'T'.