A/N: well, because of popular demand, I'm changing this story to a twoshot! Here it is :)

Disclaimer: I don't own PLL, or Wren would have been (permanently) out of the picture already. *evil laugh*

There was a long pause between when the door opened and when Spencer actually spoke to him. Since he still really didn't know why he was there, he stood there tongue-tied as she gazed at him guardedly. She knew he had seen her crying, and he could tell it bothered her that she wasn't prepared for him.

"Toby?" Spencer asked nervously. "Why are you-What are you doing here?"

"Why were you crying?" He asked her, avoiding the question. He really didn't know why he was here yet. "Over the letter?"

"It was... I was... Do you want to come in?" She blurted out spontaneously, stepping away from the door. He nodded his head in a silent yes and stepped through the threshold. His eyes lingered on the various trophies decorating the entrance way and stopped at a picture of an 8 year old Spencer. He walked into the living room he'd been in countless times.

"You didn't answer my question." She shot at him once the door was safely closed and she had followed him.

"You didn't either." He replied noncommitally, avoiding her eyes. If he looked into them, he knew he would see the tear tracks that he had caused underneath them.

"Why should it matter?" Spencer asked angrily. "You're leaving town, and you're running away."

He ran a hand through his brown hair, sighing in the process. He didn't want to fight, but he realized long ago that this was Spencer's way of trying to keep people away from her, so they wouldn't see her vulnerability. "Does it look like I'm leaving?"

"Well from the letter, it sure as hell doesn't look like you're staying."

"Why would I stay though?" He asked her, watching her hands disappear into her beautiful hair as she listened. "Huh? Do I still have a reason?"

She flinched as he purposely reminded her of the happy day when he told her that she was his reason for staying in this cursed town. "Not anymore."

His heart broke over again. "No." He repeated. "That's what I thought."

"And what did you think?"

"I don't know." He lied, but she knew because he had poured out what he was thinking into a letter that she held now.

She took a shuddering breath and took one hesitant step closer to him. "You have 20 minutes to explain what you thought. To me."

He shook his head with a bitter chuckle. "You just love playing this game don't you? You're a true Alison. Why did I trust you?"

"You think this is a game!" Spencer nearly shouted, getting angry at being compared to Alison and moving closer towards him. "This is not a game! I tell people things, secrets, and they die! Or go missing and just vanish! Do you want that!"

"If its not a game, then why are you with Wren?" He fought back, his voice raising too. "On second thought, why did you're friends have to come cheer you up when you have the doctor for that?"

"Because he can't! He can't cheer me up and everyone knows it!" She cried out.

"Why can't he? I hear boyfriends do it all the time!"

"And he's not, and never was my boyfr-" Spencer broke off, her eyes going wide. He could see that she hadn't meant for that to slip out, for whatever reason. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

But she had just said that the scumbag wasn't her boyfriend like he'd thought, and she was crying over a letter that he had said goodbye to her in...

"Spencer..." He started slowly, his anger dissipating. "You lied?"

She looked away, but not before he saw indecision and hurt in her chocolate eyes. "To keep you safe." She finally whispered. "It didn't work."

"You know what doesn't keep me safe, and what does?" He asked, trying to comfort her.

She picked at her nails, an uncharacteristically Spencer move. "No. What?" She answered.

"You." Toby told her honestly. "Rosewood doesn't keep me safe, you do. I wouldn't have it any other way. You know that."

"Toby," she protested weakly, "we can't."

"Can't we?" He responded, leaning forward of his own will.

He guessed she saw the kiss coming, and she looked scared. But he pulled her in for it because it was what his mind and body had been screaming for ever since she left him in his cold hospital bed. He had no clue how fast it would escalate.

He struggled to show her how much he loved her with the softest of touches against her mouth. He then pulled away when Spencer didn't respond, so he was surprised when her arms reached out to form a tight grip with her hands around his waist and her lips attacked his with fervor.

His lips formed an O and she took that to her advantage, deepening the kiss. They both pulled away to see if they wanted it, and Toby saw the answer was yes in her eyes and he knew he looked the same.

Toby's mind was clean of anything but Spencer as their tongues battled for dominance. Her hair was making a crazy mess around their faces, but it didn't look like she cared. He slowly started backing her up in the direction he hoped the couch would be and she molded into his touch. Something fell from the coffee table beside them and shattered, but they didn't look or notice.

As they got closer to the sofa, Spencer started to take the control from him, turning them around so Toby's back hit the couch when they fell and slowly straddling his hips with both legs. She struggled with the collar of his shirt and he helped her get rid of the clothing. Then there was just the sound of her gasps mixing with his, and fireworks that spread to every inch of him.

He felt like he was on a high that only Spencer could give him as she started to rock them back and forth on the couch, her hands roaming his body as they kissed. He slipped his hands under her shirt and heard her murmur his name against his lips.

He slowly pulled her shirt over her head, seeing her body like this for the first time, with her only wearing a simple black bra. He sucked in a breath and looked into her eyes as they both panted.

"You're beautiful." He whispered, watching her lips curve into a smile.

Spencer leaned forward and trapped his lower lip with hers. His hands moved from her thin waist to her shoulders, then her neck. Their lips moved in sync until he started kissing her lower and lower, leaving a trail of lovebites down the left side of her neck. She buried her face into the right side of his collarbone, taking short shallow breaths.

Both of them were so wrapped up in what they were doing, and each other, until Toby heard someone start clapping from the doorway. Looking over, he saw a smug looking Hanna.

The blonde smirked at the two of them frozen in a very compromising position. "And that is what I call 'talking'"

Spencer laughed nervously. "Its not what it looks like, Han."

"Nuh-uh." Hanna shook her head. "If I hadn't come in, you and Toby would have been happy humping on the sofa."

Toby's face must've looked shocked, because the blonde intruder started cracking up. "I'll just go tell Em and Aria to not come in here 'cause Spencer's getting cheered up by a pro." She sashayed out of the room and made a big deal about closing the door.

"Now," Spencer drawled mischieviously when they were finally alone. "Where were we?"

A/N: So this is to try and cure the anger and sadness over seeing the new episode promo. Seducing Wren? Really, Spencer? I had such high hopes for you when you get drunk and you let me down. :( Could she have at least tried to track down Toby and seduce him instead? Oh well, maybe that'll happen when Toby gets back in 223 :) *crosses fingers*

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