A/N – Hey! I can't believe the response I got for this story. I hope you guys know how amazing you are :)

By the way, I know I probably didn't mention before, but this fic contains Hanna/Toby FRIENDSHIP. I'm not shipping them as anything more than that, because I love Spoby and Haleb, and basically I'm not mixing them up. I wanted Toby to be in on the secret because he's Toby, and he's trustworthy. Plus, I love the idea of Hanna trying to make sure that Spoby happens :D

Disclaimer – I wish I owned Drew Van Acker and Keegan Allen, and the amazing show that they're both on, but unfortunately I don't :(

I guess you really did it this time
Left yourself in your warpath
Lost your balance on a tightrope
Lost your mind tryin' to get it back

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything
And everybody believed in you?

It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent, you're still an innocent

'Innocent' – Taylor Swift

"Toby Cavanaugh," Hanna said at the front desk. The man there had dark hair, with a sleeveless shirt displaying a large dragon tattoo on his upper arm, and he shrugged and muttered something about 'that Cavanaugh kid never having any visitors'. Just that sentence made Hanna feel kind of sorry for Toby, but she followed the man down a corridor, up two flights of stairs and along a landing with a plastic plaque telling Hanna she was in Cell Brock 4. They eventually reached a door which had a narrow window horizontally at the top, and a small plaque underneath read '116'. Hanna smiled to herself. How fitting it was that his and Spencer's anniversary was also '116'.

"Hey, Cavanaugh. You gotta visitor," the man called in a voice made deep from years of smoking. He opened the door and shoved Hanna in, shutting the door loudly behind her and walking off. Toby came out of a small door in the corner only seconds later, wearing jeans and buttoning up a blue shirt which didn't quite match his eyes. He stopped when he was who his visitor was, obviously surprised.

"Hanna?" He asked in the same voice Hanna remembered, and Hanna had to restrain herself from blurting out stuff about his job and Spencer. In this world, he and Spencer had barely ever said five words to each other, and he was still technically at school.

"Wasn't who you were expecting, huh?" she asked wearily, giving him a small smile. "Can I sit down?"

Toby didn't smile back, and Hanna was reminded that at this point, Toby still hated them for Alison blackmailing him into taking the blame for 'The Jenna Thing'. "Go ahead."

Hanna sat down gingerly on a small wooden chair at the foot of the bed, while Toby sat on the edge of his bed, making sure a good meter was between them.

"I'm here for lots of reasons," Hanna began. "But first, I'd just like to say sorry for what Alison did to you, and what all five of us did that night. We should have stopped her, or at least taken the blame for what we did."

Toby looked surprised, to say the least. He obviously hadn't been expecting that.

"And I realise this seems weird, but I need to ask you something."

"Why me? Why not the rest of Alison's posse?" Toby said sceptically.

Hanna was tired now, and sick of this pre-Spencer-and-Emily version of Toby. "Look Toby, I know we were wrong. I know that we pulled a stupid prank on you, and I admit, it was childish. We were young and Alison was being Alison. You know what she was like. If she wanted something, she got it, and she convinced us that you were spying through our windows and that we needed to teach you a lesson. But we were not the ones who blackmailed you that night; that was Alison."

"I know what she blackmailed you with," she admitted, softening her tone, and Toby looked worried. "No, I didn't find out from Alison," she confirmed. "And I swear on my life I haven't and won't tell anyone. I'm the only other person who knows. You can't let Jenna control you, Toby. She's a bitch, and so was Alison. She was my best friend, she changed my life, and she helped me through a lot of difficult times, but she was also manipulative, and vindictive, and a cruel person. I know that now; we all do. So you have GOT to let go of any sort of idea that you have of me and my friends being the new 'Alison's, because we're not, and we never will be. Got it?"

Toby looked slightly shell shocked at her outburst, but regained himself quite quickly. "Wow," he murmured, his eyes wide. "You've changed. Last time I saw you; you were small and stocky and went along with whatever Alison said."

"Yeah, well," Hanna said, brushing imaginary dust off her lap. "Alison's not the only one who's changed me."

Toby looked confused, but didn't press her on it. "So, you said you had more reasons for coming to see me?"

Hanna focused on the main reason she was here. "Yes. Toby, do you believe in time travel?"

"No," Toby said shortly. "I gave up on wishing for miracles a long time ago."

That line upset Hanna, and she wished she could comfort Toby for Spencer's sake, but then remembered that at this point, the only thing Hanna could do to Toby to comfort Spencer was to deport him on a spaceship to another galaxy. "You shouldn't give up just yet," she told him, thinking of Spencer.

"Why? What does the future hold for me? A cell and a life filled with Jenna torturing me every night? You have no idea, Hanna. I'm almost grateful to Alison for what she did to me."

Hanna left her chair, and went to give Toby a hug. "I need you to believe what I tell you," she said when she pulled back. "Because I don't think that anyone else will."

Toby grimaced. "I've been in that situation before," he told her. "I'll believe you."

"Wait until you hear it first," Hanna replied. Then she decided to launch into it. "What if I told you that I know what happens in the future?"

Toby looked confused. "Hang on. You can see the future? Are you psychic of something?"

Hanna sighed. "Not really. It was weird. Last night, it was November 6th 2011. Aria was at home, ill. Emily was doing a favour for me. And Spencer was...anyway, I woke up today, in exactly the same situations I found myself in a year ago. It's like I've gone back in time, and I didn't even realise it."

Toby listened quietly through her story, his hands clutched in his lap. "Maybe you have."

That didn't really help the situation, but it was nice having someone who knew her secret and didn't think she was crazy. "You really believe me?"

Toby shrugged. "I have no reason not to. Besides, you've grown up since Alison; I heard proof of that about five minutes ago. If you're as mature as you claim to be, you wouldn't lie over something as stupid as this."

Hanna relaxed. "Does this mean you won't tell anyone?"

"I'm in a cell in reform school, Hanna. Who am I going to tell? I'm not like Alison. I can keep your secret without holding it over your head."

Hanna gave a small gasp. "She did that to you too?"

"Hanna, she did it to everyone. Why do you think I'm here?"

Hanna shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Hey," he said, giving her a small grin. "What does happen in the future? I'm guessing I must get out of here sometime in the future. Tell me, do I ever get away from Jenna and the town of secrets and lies?"

Hanna thought out her answer for that question. "I can't tell you everything, for obvious reasons. Jenna's claws have been clipped. She won't be touching you ever again."

Toby smiled at the thought of a Jenna-free future. "I'm going to tell her. When I leave this place, I'm going back to Rosewood to collect my stuff, and I'm going to tell Jenna it's over. But what happens after that, Hanna? Do I ever leave Rosewood?"

She smiled. "In my world, a year from now, you still live in Rosewood, but not with Jenna or your parents. And as a close friend of mine told me once, you had 'one very good reason to stay'."

Toby looked up. "And what was that?"

Hanna bit her lip. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you. Not yet."

She looked at her watch. "I should probably get going. Hopefully I'll see you soon." She hugged Toby, and they exchanged goodbyes before she headed for the door.

"Hanna?" Toby called her back, and she spun on her heel to face him.

"Yes?"

"Just one thing. From where you're from, in the future...am I happy? Is it worth it?"

Hanna gave a small laugh. "Toby, a year into the future, and I've never seen you happier. Goodbye."

On her way back over to the exit, she passed by a group of muscled guys in jeans who looked about eighteen. Her own age, she realised, unless the whole rewinding-time thing meant she was sixteen again.

"Hey Gorgeous," one of the guys called over to her. "You here to visit me?"

"Nope. Toby Cavanaugh." Then she decided to help him out a bit. "I'm his girlfriend."

The guys looked a bit taken back.

"I didn't know Cavanaugh had a girlfriend," said a blond one near the back.

"How did he manage to get a girl like you?" Asked the dark-haired one who'd spoken before.

Hanna winked at them. "He has his ways."

They walked off, mumbling between themselves, and Hanna carried on walking until she reached the exit.

Luckily her taxi arrived only ten minutes after she called for one, and she was home an hour and a half later, flopping down onto her bed with relief. There was still an hour or two before her mom was due back, and Hanna longed for some company. She knew that her friends would be surprised to hear from her, and it would be a bit awkward after her conversation this morning with Spencer, but she wasn't want to call up Mona any time soon, even if she wasn't 'A' yet. Deciding to try with Emily rather than call up Spencer again, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialled Emily's number Emily's number. She was still slightly scared that she'd let slip some remark about Toby, and that Spencer would freak out on her. If that happened, she'd never be able to bring them back together.

"Hanna?" But unlike Spencer, Emily didn't sound confused, only happy to hear from her. Hanna remembered that Emily was the one who their growing apart most affected.

"Hey. Look, I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but I thought we could maybe catch up, if that's okay?"

"Of course! I'll see if Spencer's free, and it could be like old times. Well, apart from Aria." They both knew that Ali's name was missing from that sentence, but neither of them corrected her.

They agreed to meet at Hanna's in an hour, and rang off. Hanna, still holding her phone, fell onto her bed in triumph. Even if they weren't friends anymore, Hanna would much rather deal with any amount of awkwardness between them than try and put up with Mona for old time's sake, quite literally.

And who knew, maybe tonight would be the night that Hanna could rekindle their friendship and change history.

Sorry for the wait! Although I think I've found a way to update faster, but it's risky, so you'll have to bear with me!

Next update will be for A Love Story Long Ago, so look out for Chapter two of that! I accidently didn't save half of my draft for it on my phone, so I'm currently trying to rack my brain and rewrite that part, but it'll be up as soon as I can type it up :)