Call Me When You Get Home-Spanna
It had come as a shock for everyone when, two days after escaping from the Dollhouse, Spencer and Hanna had announced they were dating. Well, they hadn't actually announced it so much as they’d been discovered. Aria had gone to visit Spencer in the hospital and had discovered her and Hanna making out. In the days since then, the two girls had been inseparable. Every waking hour they spent together. They watched movies, listened to music, and worked on makeup homework. (Spencer worked, Hanna watched.) Some afternoons they hardly said two words to each other; just being in each other's presence was enough. The hard part came when it was time to say goodnight.
Unsurprising, Ashley Marin wanted Hanna to be home every night. Between Hanna's arrest and then kidnapping, it had been a long time since Ashley had had her daughter under her roof. She'd been extremely welcoming toward Spencer, though, and had offered to let her stay over. She'd even said she could stay in Hanna's room, as long as they kept the door open. The surprise, however, came from Veronica. Since Spencer had come home from the hospital, Veronica had turned into the hover mother that she'd never been. Mostly this just meant making sure Spencer was in her own bed every night, since Veronica still had to work every day. Spencer didn't know why her mom cared so much. She was fine with Spencer being at Hanna's during the day, as long as she was home by ten. Of course, she'd also welcomed Hanna and said she could stay the night, but Ashley wouldn’t agree to that.
Spencer kept expecting her mom to go back to her usual self, but so far it hadn't happened. All of this meant that the girls were forced to be separated at night, and neither of them was sleeping well. Veronica hadn't allowed Spencer to have the sleeping pills or anti anxiety meds prescribed by the doctors, so she spent the nights tossing and turning, afraid of every sound. Hanna was taking the medications, but found herself having vivid nightmares she couldn't wake up from. She woke up gasping for breath, haunted by what she had seen in her sleep.
It was exactly one week since they had escaped from the Dollhouse, and the two girls were curled up together in Spencer's bed. Hanna had her head on Spencer's shoulder and was drawing random patterns on her stomach. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been there, and she didn’t want to ever move. She felt safe in Spencer’s arms, much safer than she felt when she was alone at night.
"I wish you could stay," Spencer said softly, breaking the comfortable silence they'd been in. Hanna nodded and pressed a kiss to Spencer’s collarbone.
"Me too. I don't know why my mom won't let me stay here. Your house has a better security system than mine," she pointed out. The Hastings’ had always had a good security system, but they’d updated it when Spencer came home, and now the house was probably the safest place in Rosewood. The Marin house, on the other hand, didn’t have any security.
"I don't know why my mom won't let me stay at your house. It's not like she's ever paid much attention to me and now you would think I'm Melissa!" she exclaimed, lingering resentment seeping into her voice. Hanna rolled her eyes, knowing Spencer couldn't see. She knew that Veronica had always outwardly favored Melissa, but Hanna suspected she loved Spencer just as much, she just wasn't as good at showing it.
“Speaking of Melissa, is she still in town?” Hanna asked. Spencer shook her head.
“No, she could only get a week off work before she needed to get back to London. I can’t get over the fact that she and Mom lied to me to keep me in London, but it was nice of her to come,” she said. She knew that her family had only been looking out for her, but she still blamed them for the fact that she hadn’t been here when Hanna was arrested.
Hanna's phone rang, and she groaned.
"It's my mom," she said, answering. She felt Spencer tense beneath her, preparing herself for what was about to happen.
"Yeah, I'm still at Spencer's. I'm getting ready to leave now. Yes, I'll come straight home. Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes. Bye."
She ended the call with a heavy sigh. She loved her mom, but the older woman was smothering her. She acted like Hanna was made out of glass and could break at any moment. Honestly, that was why Hanna preferred to spend her days at Spencer’s house.
"You have to go," Spencer said dully, resisting the urge to cry. The tears made her feel ridiculous. They’d been through much worse than this, and she’d endured without crying. Hanna nodded, sitting up and pulling on her boots.
"I'm sorry. I hadn't realized how late it was and she wants me home ASAP," she explained. Spencer sighed. She had realized how late it was, but she selfishly hadn't pointed it out, hoping that she could keep Hanna to herself longer.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Hanna asked. Spencer nodded, already looking forward to it.
"Call me when you get home," Spencer ordered. Hanna smiled and kissed her girlfriend. It was a line they had exchanged every night.
"Of course. I'll see you tomorrow."
Spencer watched her leave and waited impatiently for her phone to ring. Finally, ten minutes later, it did. She answered quickly, relieved that Hanna had made it home safe. Despite having spent the last fourteen hours together, neither girl wanted to hang up the phone. Instead, they continued to talk about nothing of importance until they both fell asleep.
The pattern would repeat the next night, and the next, and the next, until both Ashley and Veronica gave in and agreed that they could take turns sleeping over at each other's houses.