A/N: Well, I decided to update sooner rather than later. As of now, I am no longer using Flawless for a guide line, considering I can't anymore. Actually, I used it a little. But after the last chapter I used, everything was about the four of them finding out Toby had nothing to do with A or Ali's death and was completely innocent, right after some dude on a bike found him dead in the woods. So, do you think I should end this story with this chapter and make a sequel, or just continue to make this one giant story? Either way, I'm writing the whole series. It bugged me that Toby died. A lot. Also, I'm going to follow some things from the show. So, in my story, Spencer knows Toby was … 'touching' Jenna, but I'm gonna go with the show on this one and make it so Toby didn't want to, but Jenna blackmailed him into it, but he still feels bad about it even though it wasn't his fault, which, by the way, is one thing I still don't get. Spencer doesn't know that, but she will in about five minutes, or however long it takes for you to get to that part.

Oh, and before I forget, I fixed the last chapter. A big thanks to MusicRox526 for pointing out I said 'Emily' instead of 'Spencer' twice in the last chapter. I never would've caught that. But, in my defense, I was typing almost verbatim from the book, and it is such a mindless task that I sometimes find myself writing Emily. I can't help it. Throughout this whole story, I've had to remind myself to write Spencer on numerous occasions. I guess I just forgot. Oh well. It's fixed now. No worries. Anyway, I guess I'm done making bogus excuses. This chapter shouldn't have any of that, since I'm not using the book. If you notice a difference in the writing, which I hope doesn't happen but probably will anyway, that's why.

Disclaimer: Is my name Sara Shepard? No? You don't know because I never actually told you my name? Then the wonderful Pretty Little Liars series isn't mine. So… on with the story!

If there was one thing Spencer learned from this night, it was that running through the woods and over mud, leaves, sticks, and some things she really didn't want to know about sucks when you're only wearing one shoe and a torn dress, a jacket your only defense from the cold. But, she had to do something quickly and changing would've slowed her down.

She pushed branch after branch out of her way, thankful that the cover of trees kept the pouring rain off of her. The dark was now the only thing that was giving her a problem. But she kept running. It was a good thing she was in field hockey or she would be having a lot of problems with her breathing right now.

As Spencer got further into the woods with no sign of Toby, the more worried she got. He must've been really upset. If it wasn't guilt for killing Ali, then what was it? Spencer slowed as the thought hit her like a ton of bricks. Jenna. He must've been talking about the thing with Jenna! She had forgotten all about it. Why, who knew? But the point was she had and now she was stuck running through the woods looking for Toby. Not exactly how I planned to spend the night, she thought, almost bitterly.

After what seemed like hours, Spencer noticed something up ahead of her. About three yards away was something that looked like it didn't belong in the woods. Right off of the bike track that ran through the dense woods, was Toby. He wasn't moving, and that scared her. Pushing herself even more, Spencer ran to his side, almost collapsing next to him.

She shook him. "Toby? Toby!"

When he didn't move or respond, she checked his pulse. It was faint, but it was there. He was still alive, but barely. She had to get help, but she couldn't leave him. Relief flooded her when she found he had his phone in his front pocket. Hers wasn't going to be helpful, since it was lying on the ground somewhere in her kitchen. She flipped it open. Dialing quickly, she pressed the phone to her ear.

A voice sounded after two rings, sounding completely bored. "911 Operator. What is your emergency?"

"My friend! He's… he's not moving. His pulse is faint and… and I think he's breathing and he needs an ambulance!"

"OK, ma'am? You're gonna have to calm down*. You need to tell me your location."

Spencer looked around frantically. Oh God, where were they? Panic started building as she realized her ignorance might cause Toby to die. Shaking that from her thoughts, she practically yelled, "I don't know! About a mile into the woods? I don't know! We're somewhere next to the bike trail, but I'm not exactly sure where! Please," At this point, Spencer was almost hysterical. "You have to find him. I don't know what's wrong and I don't want him to die!"

"I'm sending an ambulance as we speak. They'll be there soon, hon." And, without warning, the lady she was starting to really hate cut the connection. Spencer pulled the phone away from her ear in disbelief as she heard the dial tone. Weren't they supposed to be helpful?

Spencer was putting the phone back into Toby's pocket when she saw it: A piece of paper. She carefully pulled it out of his grip. The paper was actually the Foxy auction list; Toby had scrawled something on the back. Seeing the way Toby's words didn't stay between the lines, that he barely used any capital letters, and that he had signed the note Toby in wobbly cursive made in the dim light of the small LD screen made Spencer clench up inside. It was a suicide note. She unfolded it and looked at the letter. There, right in the middle, was her name.

Spencer, three years ago, I promised Alison DiLaurentis
I'd keep a secret for her if she kept a secret for me. She
promised that secret would never get out, but I guess it has.
I've tried to deal with it – and to forget it – and when
we became friends, I thought I could …. I thought I'd
changed – that my life had changed. But I guess you can't
really change who you are. What I did to Jenna was the
biggest mistake I've ever made. I was young and confused
and stupid, and I never meant to hurt her. And I can't live
with it anymore. I'm done.

Spencer folded the note back up, the paper quaking in her hands. She put the note in her jacket pocket. Finding a bottle of pills, which he obviously must've swallowed, she pocketed that too, scratching off the name as she did so. It was prescribed to him anyway. Toby's breathing changed. It was shallower. And that scared her. Thankfully, she knew CPR. By the time the EMTs finally got their lazy butts there and Toby onto a stretcher, Spencer had already gotten his breathing halfway back to normal.

She followed close behind the EMTs, not wanting to be left in the woods alone, especially with A watching. With a few little white lies and learned persuasion techniques (courtesy of Ali, Melissa and years of practice), Spencer was riding in the back on the ambulance, Toby's cold hand clutched in hers.

It didn't take long to get to the hospital. To Spencer, though, it did. The EMTs wheeled Toby into an area where they told her she couldn't follow; an area where Toby was probably going to have his stomach pumped.

As she sat in the hard, uncomfortable plastic chairs, Spencer wanted nothing more than to call one of the girls and tell them everything. But, for Toby's sake, she wouldn't. And, anyway, it wasn't like she, Aria, and Emily were exactly getting along. Hanna… she never was close to her.

A balding man dressed in the mint green scrubs with a white overcoat walked over to her. "Spencer Hastings?"

She looked up. "Yes."

"You're friend is stable now. You can go visit him now. He's in room 214." Relief flooded through Spencer for the second time in the last ten minutes. She stood to go to Toby's room, but the doctor stopped her. "Do you have any idea what happened to him?"

Spencer, now clad in some extra clothes the hospital had, reached into an actual pocket and pulled the empty bottle of pills out. "I found this at Foxy." She easily – too easily – lied. "I guess someone slipped some in his punch without him knowing or something. I only picked it up because I thought if someone got sick I could turn it in."

The doctor, completely buying her lie, nodded and took the bottle, examining it as he walked away. Shaking her head slightly, she walked down the overly white, Lysol-smelling hallways. 210… 212… Ah, 214. Spencer paused outside the door, taking in a deep breath before slowly opening the door. Without looking at Toby, she turned quickly and quietly closed the door. She turned around, bracing herself for what she would see.

The room was a mint green, obviously there to try to calm down the patients and visitors. It didn't help Spencer much. She was used to seeing Toby pale, but this was ridiculous. If it weren't for the steady beeping of the heart monitor sitting next to the obviously uncomfortable bed, she would've thought the doctors were too late.

She sat the plastic dark green chair next to the bed, grabbing his big hand in her smaller one. His hand was much warmer now. She could faintly make out the smell of his soap he used over the scent of disinfectant, as overpowering as it was. It was a smell she now associated with comfort; the soap, not the disinfectant.

As she sat in the silence of the room, aside from the heart monitor and the drip of the IV that was hooked up to a drained looking Toby, she wondered if someone had called Toby's parents. She wondered if Jenna would come as well. She didn't know why (of course she did), but she hoped Jenna wouldn't.

Spencer looked at Toby again. Even with the dark circles under his eyes and his dirty, matted hair, he looked peaceful in his drug-induced sleep. Staring at him, she decided right then and there that she would keep Toby's suicide attempt a secret. He didn't seem to think he'd live, and she was pretty sure he wouldn't want to live under suicide watch.

Toby's heart monitor sped up slightly. Spencer jumped from her seat in horror, about to call for a doctor before Toby's eyelids started fluttering. He was waking up. She slowly sat back down, never taking her watchful gaze off of him. He groaned lightly, his eyes shooting open before closing again in the bright light. Groaning again, he forced himself to open his eyes, blinking rapidly in an attempt to adjust his eyes.

He didn't notice her at first, but when he did he looked shocked to see her at his bedside. "Spencer?"

"You're awake!" She cried, lowering the volume of what she had to say next when he cringed at her loud tone. "Do you want me to get the doctor?"

"Not- not yet." Cutting off whatever she was about to say, he continued. "We really need to talk."

Spencer nodded. "We do." She took the note from her pocket and sat it down on his (thankfully) steadily rising chest.

He looked down at it, then back up at her, confusion shining in his eyes. "Why are you here?"

"Do you not want me here? Because, I can go-"

"No!" He interrupted loudly and quickly. "No." He said again, quieter this time.

"Then what do you mean?"

He gave her a look that said, Really? "With the way you were acting earlier, I would've thought you wanted nothing to do with me."

Spencer sighed before taking a deep breath. "About that... we've had a huge misunderstanding. You were talking about Jenna while I was talking about some entirely different."

Toby considered that for a few seconds. "Then who were you talking about?"

"Alison." She interrupted whatever he was going to say this time. "I know how stupid that is… and I'm sorry. I got some ideas put into my head, and I listened to them. And I can't say it enough, but… I'm sorry."

Spencer hated apologizing. It was something she had never liked doing and only did when she absolutely had to or absolutely meant it. She was pretty sure Toby knew that. Almost everyone else did. If Spencer Hastings ever apologized to you, she meant it.

"What exactly did you think I did to…? You thought I killed her, didn't you?"

"I didn't want to believe, but with the way you were talking..." Spencer trailed off, leaving the unfinished statement in the air.

Toby looked down and then back up, a look of determination on his still-too-pale face. "Look, about the thing with Jenna-"

Spencer held up a hand, cutting him off. "You already explained that in your 'letter'. You were young and stupid and-"

"No, Spencer. There's more to the story. I didn't think it would matter, you know… if I was dead… but now it does. I did start a relationship with her, but when our parents got together, I wanted to end it. But Jenna didn't want to. She told me it wouldn't be too hard for her to convince our parents that I forced myself on her, make herself look like the victim. And there wasn't anything I could do. What Alison saw was exactly what Jenna wanted people to think. And that would've been the story she told my parents. So I took the blame.

"Keeping that a secret wasn't the only reason I took the blame. I got sent off to a boarding school. I was away from home, away from Rosewood, away from Jenna. And it was such a relief. I may have been grateful that Alison got me away from her, but that doesn't mean I wasn't glad she's dead. Before I was sent off, she'd hold it over my head, give me these looks, like she knew everything. But, obviously, she didn't. Now that's she's gone, you, me, and Jenna are the only ones that know this."

And A, Spencer thought wryly. "Why didn't you tell your parents?"

Toby let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. "Yeah, that would've gone over well. Jenna's not gonna tell the truth and there's no way in hell they're gonna believe me when almost the whole town thinks I'm the one who blinded her. It's best I just let it go."

"But-" Spencer tried to protest, but she could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't going to budge. Suddenly, the door was opened and a tap, tap, tap entered the room. Spencer launched forward and grabbed the note off of Toby, shoving it back into her pocket. Both Spencer and Toby's heads snapped towards the sound. When they saw who it was, they had the same look of dread on their faces.

Jenna.

Jenna's covered, unseeing eyes roved around the room. She blindly (no pun intended) called out, "Toby? You awake?"

When Toby opened his mouth to respond, Spencer shook her head, mouthing, Pretend to be asleep. Toby nodded and closed his eyes. Spencer cleared her throat. "No, sorry. He's still out."

Jenna's head turned to stare in her general direction. A falsely sweet smile settled on her face. "Spencer," She dragged out. "How sweet of you to be here for Toby. But he has me now. You can go."

Toby chose that moment to 'wake up'. "Spencer?" He groaned, pretending that he didn't notice Jenna standing there looking like she could kill.

Fighting off a smirk, Spencer squeezed his hand. "Hey. You're awake."

Toby's parents barged in then. The first thing out of Toby's father's mouth was "What happened?"

Toby looked like he had no idea what to tell them. Spencer had her already made-up story. And she told his parents the same one. "He just woke up, so he doesn't know."

Everyone's heads, everyone being Toby's dad and Jenna's mom, turned their focus from Toby to Spencer. Jenna hadn't taken her glare (or what she assumed was a glare) off of her since she last spoke up.

"Do you know what happened then, Miss…?"

"Hastings. Spencer Hastings. And I do. The doctor told me."

"Ah, Spencer. You were the one that found him, yes?" Jenna's mother asked.

"Um, yeah."

"So what happened?"

"It was a, um, drug overdose. Uh, someone at Foxy must've, um, slipped it into his punch or something. I found a, um, pill bottle there and I picked it up. Just in case, you know? I've already given it to the doctor."

"You've been here the whole time?"

"Uh huh."

It was probably the awkward silence that made Toby's parents leave to "go talk to the doctor" and drag Jenna with them. When the door closed behind them, Spencer turned to Toby. She wanted to talk to him, but she didn't know what to say. But it wasn't like he was starting a conversation, either.

"Thank you." Toby said softly.

Spencer shook her head. "Don't thank me. Just… don't. It was the least I could've done. If I hadn't listened to anything I was told, you would probably be home right now and not hooked up to more machines than most people could name getting fed medicine through a needle."

Toby didn't look happy that she had said that. "Spencer," he scolded. "None of this is your fault. It was my choice."

Spencer looked at him sadly. "And if I had let you explain, would you still have run off and done this?"

He didn't reply. Instead, he scooted over to one side of the bed, patting the space he just made. Spencer shook her head and he patted it more insistently. She stood and laid down next him, his arm wrapping around her shoulder and pulling her into his side. Spencer smirked when she realized something."

"We're both wearing dresses."

Toby laughed. They laid there wrapped up in their thoughts when Spencer's phone vibrated. She froze, knowing exactly who it was. Spencer got up and sat back in her seat, not wanting Toby to see anything about the message. Spencer opened her inbox.

My, my Spence. Toby's just full of secrets, isn't he? Remember this, bitch. Just because you're keeping quiet, doesn't mean I will. - A

*Don't you just hate when the 911 operators say that? I mean, really. If you think someone you care about is dead, or your house is burning down, or you're hiding in your bathroom from a burglar/ psychotic serial killer, how the hell are you supposed to calm down? *mumbles* Idiots

A/N: That took longer to write then I thought it would. But, oh well. As for the 214 thing, I couldn't resist :) So do you think I should just make this one big story or end it here and make a sequel?