Toby awoke to the sound of rain falling outside of the motel room. Her head was laid against his chest and it rose and fell with each of his breaths.

Turning slightly, he took a look at the clock on the nightstand. It was 8:30. He knew that if he didn't leave soon, the chances of Jenna or his parents finding out he hadn't spent the night at home were absolute. She looked so peaceful sleeping that he couldn't bear to wake her just yet.

The night had turned out much different than he had imagined, not that he was complaining. Their relationship had moved from enemies to allies in such a short amount of time and they had become a complete support system for one another. He had not expected them to be together so quickly, he hadn't always been the most forthcoming with intimacy. Then again, he hadn't met anyone like Spencer before.

Looking at this girl, asleep atop of him, he couldn't help but smile at the fact that she was wearing his shirt. He wondered if she had brought it with the intention of giving it back to him. He wouldn't take it; it looked much better on her. Glancing at the clock once more, he realized he had been watching her sleep for almost half an hour. While he didn't want to, he knew it was time that he woke her up; he was not going to leave without saying goodbye first.

"Spence…," he whispered as he caressed her arm with the palm of his hand.

Her eyes fluttered as she moved slightly; she opened them and stretched her arm into the air.

"Hey…," she replied sleepily," how long have you been up? You should have woken me."

He shook his head. "Not long. I was enjoying watching you sleep."

"Hmm. I thought people only did that in movies," she said as she grazed her fingertips over his stomach.

He laughed. "Me too. I think I understand why they do it though."

They laid there for a moment not saying anything before Toby tugged at the sleeve of her shirt. "I'm really glad you have this," he said.

She shifted and turned to look at him. "Good. I was kind of afraid you'd want it back," she replied. "I sort of, wear it to bed every night and I don't think I want to give it away."

He leaned into her and kissed her forehead as he told her he didn't think she would need to worry about that. Swinging his legs over to his side of the bed, he got up and walked towards his bag. Pulling out some clothes to change into for his way home. She watched him intently as he got dressed and repacked his extra things. She put her head down onto the pillows and thought it was a shame that he had to put clothes back on. A repeat of the previous night would suit her just fine, but she knew he had to leave.

"You really have to go, huh?"

Toby nodded his head, picking up his bag off the chair and placing it by the door. He walked over and sat down on the side of the bed. "Yeah, I really do," he said.

"I can drive you most of the way. Drop you off a block from home?", she suggested as she sat up and scooted close to him. He shook his head no.

"I'd love to spend more time with you, but I need to get back before anyone notices I'm gone. You have a few more hours of freedom and you should enjoy them. I'll catch a bus."

She sighed and kissed him one last time as he got up to leave. The sight of him walking out the motel room door was enough to break her heart into pieces. She never knew if there would be a moment when they couldn't see each other anymore. She was determined not to let that happen. As he opened the door, he turned to her once again and winked before heading into the rain and closing the door behind him.

Spencer stayed in bed for awhile. She reflected on the night before, about how much they had wanted each other. She replayed the events over and over in her head. It was sometimes hard for her to believe that they had happened. He really was so much different than she had expected him to be. She was right when she told Emily that.

When she finally got up, it was almost time to check out of the room. Her phone went off. It was a text from Hanna. The girls were wondering if things had worked out as planned. You have no idea… she replied.

She pulled an outfit out of her bag to change into and removed Toby's shirt, folding it meticulously and laying it into her bag. As she got dressed, she walked around the room, grabbing her things and making sure that nothing had been left behind. Picking up her bag, she took one last look at the room. She knew they'd come back again. It would always be theirs.

After she had squared away the room, she got into her car and threw her things on the seat next to her. She grabbed her phone out of her purse and noticed that she had a message. Hanna… she thought. When she unlocked her phone and saw the sender, she smiled.

Made it. If I hadn't, you still would have been worth it. Á bientôt ma chérie. - Toby

She drove out of the parking lot knowing that things would be okay. When she got home, suspicion and mystery would still be hanging over her head; she would make it through. Her strength was never questioned, but Toby made her feel stronger than ever. With him, she wasn't afraid to fall. He'd catch her.

~FIN~