Without a second thought, the two of you walked to the man and his truck. He looked to be in his late seventies, his skin practically leather but his smile was warm and inviting, his smell exactly what you would think of an old grandpa farmer, cozy and just like him. He laughed again as he got into the truck after we got in yourselves. He looked at us through the rearview mirror, his blue eyes framed by puffy white brows.

"The name is Mitchell McClaggan. But you can call me Mitch. My wife just finished making dinner. Good thing she cooks too much."

"Thank you, uh, Mitch," you replied with halted surprise, smiling to Spencer who just shrugged with his own surprised smile.

It didn't take long for the three of you to pull up to Mitch's home. On the front porch stood who you assumed was his wife, waving and smiling like he was coming back from a long trip and not picking up two soaking wet young adults. The two of them together look just like the house, small, wide, inviting and white. You couldn't help but smile, your chest growing warm as you watched mitch get out o his car and greet his wife with a sweet kiss and a warm hug.

Spencer gently helped you out of the car, your head still making things a bit wobbly. It wasn't until the two of you were almost on the front steps of the house you realized it wasn't raining anymore but the both of you were shivering from the cold. The wife hobbled over, her hands dropping the kitchen towel around my neck in a vain attempt to stop my teeth from chattering.

"Oh, you poor, wet dears! Mitch stoke the front room fire, we need to warm them up before either of them catch cold." She looked between the two of you, her curly white hair flopping and her eyes crinkling in a kind smile. "I'm Clara McClaggan. It has quite the ring to it, doesn't it." She giggled like a little school girl as she helped us in. "If I had known we were going to have visitors I would have made some more food."

The two of you stepped into the farmhouse and you nearly fainted with how good it smelled and how cozy it looked. Taking a look at the food on the table you nearly cried at how wonderful it was with enough food to feed an army.

Spencer laughed as he angled me to the fire that Mitch just finished bringing back to life. "It looks amazing Mrs. McClaggan. I think we will be just fine."

"Clara, please," she cooed, taking the towel to dry the ends of your hair, "Wait just a moment by the fire and I will find you some of my children's old clothes I know I keep somewhere for you to change into."

Then she was off, piddling about mumbling something about being young and in love once. But you were quite positive Clara and Mitch hadn't aged a day since they married. Spencer sat next to you on the floor, covering the both of you with a quilt. You leaned into him as Mitch and Spencer started talking, the farmer asking about your jobs and how in the world you two ended up in his woods. You nearly felt yourself falling asleep right there, your head on Spencer's shoulder as his fingers combed through your hair.

Clara returned with a bundle of clothes and hurriedly you two up and into rooms to change. But your head was still bothering you. Spencer whispered something to Clara and before you could say " mashed potatoes" she had gotten you some painkillers and gently pushed you into a guest bedroom.

"Alright, sweety. Get dressed, take those, and join us for dinner." She turned to leave, her head popping in one more time. "I put your boyfriend just down the hall, so don't you worry for a minute."

"Oh we aren't-" she closed the door with a small smile and a wink, "-dating. Guh." You hung your head and let out a breath.

Quickly you got dressed and downed the pills, finally starting to feel a bit better. You left the room and followed the soft chatter of voices to the kitchen where you spotted Clara, Mitch, and Spencer already sitting down ready to eat. They were waiting for you.

Spencer looked over and stood as you came closer. He took out a chair for you and helped you sit down. But before he left for his own spot he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, making your neck tingle with his breath.

"Are you feeling any better?"

You looked up at him and gave him a small smile, nodding. "I'm alright."

Spencer nodded, satisfied with your answer enough to sit down. Mitch and Clara looked at each other with a knowing glance before they held their hands out to hold hands for Grace. Once Mitch was finished you all dug in.

There was truly enough to feed an army but with how hungry you and Spencer were, you were sure there would be just enough leftovers for a normal sized meal once dinner was over. Spencer took your plate and helped you fill it, his uncanny ability to know when you needed help obviously still in tune. Your head was still hurting but the company was making it bearable. Clara smiled to Spencer then looked to you, her eyes crinkling with pure delight.

Mitch and Clara spoke of their day and the news going around town. Someone lost their cat, a lady was pregnant with twins, the crops were looking good this season, the mailman is still confusing them with the McCartheys. You just sat there, enjoying the yummy food and the wonderful feeling of being truly and utterly safe and comfortable.

Clara placed her hand atop yours to get your attention from the corn you were having issues scoping onto your fork. "Now dear, tell us. How long have you two been dating?"

Your eyes went wide and shot to Spencer where he choked a bit on his drink. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Spencer looked at me before he spoke.

"Actually we aren't dating. Just friends."

You nodded, setting down your fork. "Yes, just friends."

Mitch and Clara shared a glance before they returned to their food with knowing smirks on their lips. Mitch spoke as Clara smiled.

"I don't know son, friends don't look at friends the way you look at her."

Clara pipped up. "And friends don't react the way you did just now. Let me guess, working together pulls you together just as much as it tares you apart?"

You looked down at your plate and pushed around more corn. Mitch chuckled after taking a sip of his drink.

"And the two of you want something more but are too afraid to not only breach worker's code but to breach the threshold of putting your heart on the line?"

"Work and personal life mingling together doesn't seem too appetizing either I assume," Clara whispered loudly as she dished herself some more pot roast, "Perhaps the idea of adding another person to your already chaotic life would send you over the edge of sanity." She cut herself a bite and ate it, smiling.

Spencer looked to you just as you looked up at him. You would have been lying if you were to correct them. They were right. Of course, they didn't know either of your personal lives but they pretty much summed up the feeling's part. There was a clank as Mitch threw down his napkin cloth and raised his glass.

"Life is too short to worry about that nonsense that will mean nothing in five, ten years time. Live in the moment before you pass up the opportunity that may change your life for the better, despite the apparent doubts." He clinked his glass with Clara's as she raised hers. "To hell with it!" He exclaimed with a bright smile, staring lovingly at his wife.

"To hell with it!" Clara giggled then took a sip of her drink.

After that dinner wind down and you started to feel extremely tired. Having been well fed and feeling nice and warm, your found your eyes having issues staying open. Clara placed you on a comfy chair in front of the fire, sternly telling you to relax since she could tell your head was starting throb again.

Spencer helped in the kitchen before he was shooed away by Clara. You couldn't help but overhear her tell him to go tuck you into bed. Mitch told him the plan of contacting the rest of the crew and scheduled a plan to take you two back to camp in the morning. Clara insisted after breakfast.

You had no idea you had closed your eyes until you heard Spencer softly call your name, his hand gently shaking your shoulder. You peeked your eyes open, blinking back your tiredness as Spencer smiled down at you.

"Hey there. Let's get you into bed before you doze off, Sleeping Beauty."

You let out a breathy snort as you felt yourself lift off the chair and pressed against Spencer's chest as he held you bridal style. Mitch nodded with a wink, patting your knee before he went to go send his own wife to bed.

"Sleep in as long as you need. Our home is yours. But promise me you won't let this one go," he thumbed over to Spencer, his eyes dancing with mirth.

You laughed, nodding. "Right now I hope he won't let me go," you patted Spencer's chest but nodded as you smiled to the kind farmer, "I'll try not to. Thank you, Mitch."

"My pleasure."

Spencer walked you to the room you changed in, Clara already inside pulling back the covers. "Oh, I was just leaving. The coyotes are out tonight, they usually are after a good rain." She walked over and reached up on her tiptoes, planting a grandmotherly kiss on Spencer's cheek. "Take good care of her, ya hear?"

Spencer nodded, his smile bright. "Yes, ma'am."

Clara nodded, smiling. "Sleep well, the both of you. It's been a trying day." Then she left, her plump little body jiggling with silent giggles.

Spencer shook his head goodnaturedly as he placed you on the bed. But he tripped on your discarded shoes from earlier, making him fall forward. But he caught himself, his hands on either side of your head.

Your breath caught at his closeness, his warm breath smelling of dinner as he didn't move but just stared at you. Your eyes flickered to his lips but you mentally shook yourself.  You weren't sure if this was what he wanted. You wanted to take Clara and Mitch's advice but you didn't want to if it was going to cost you your fried ship with the only person you felt completely comfortable around.

But your thoughts were interrupted by Spencer's lips covering your own. Surprised you pushed him away, but he didn't get up off the bed. It was a quick kiss but you could feel that there was something more. Something deeper in that kiss.

Then it was your turn. You reached up and pulled him down to you, his baggy farm clothes making it easy to do so. Your lips met and suddenly you forgot about everything else. It was a lot to take in, his soft lips, his hair between your fingers, his hands moving to your face as he moved to straddle you. It was like you couldn't get enough of him. He couldn't get close enough. You couldn't convey all that you felt for him in that single kiss.

The two of you would have kissed all night but air was necessary and your head was starting to hurt. The sudden loud howl of some coyotes made you jump, effectively breaking the mood. But neither of you minded as you both took the time to catch your breath. Spencer slowly got up, but not before placing a sweet kiss on your lips and a peck on your forehead.

"I will see you in the morning."

You couldn't say anything so you just nodded, your mind currently not thinking straight. You watched him leave, but before he shut the door behind him you sat up, wincing at teh pain in your head, though it wasn't as bad as before.

"Spenec?"

He perked up, opening the door a bit more. "Yeah?"

You tried to make something up in your head but it wasn't coming out right. "The coyotes...it's pretty late and....I don't like to....guh!" You threw your head into your hands.

Spencer laughed, walking back into your room, shutting the door behind him. "Yes (Y/n), I'll stay with you. Because coyotes."

You nodded, laying down as he shuffled over and climbed into the bed with you. "Because coyotes."

Reaching over you, Spencer turned off the lamp beside you and snuggled deeper in the blanket. You didn't know what to do, laying there silently for a few moments, just listening to Spencer breath. But soon the bed moved followed by Spencer's arms reaching out to you. Gently he turned you on your side so your back was to him. He pressed his face against your shoulder, his lips kissing your neck lightly, giving you goosebumps.

You closed your eyes and smiled to yourself, nearly about ready to burst. So you need the next best thing. Lacing your fingers with his as well as entangling your legs with his warm ones you listened to him breathe as you whispered into the night.

"Spencer can you promise me something."

"Mmm hmm."

You played with his fingers in your hand. "Can we please grow up to be just like Clara and Mitch?"

You could feel hi smile against your skin, his arms pulling you closer to him. "I don't know. They are pretty great. But I'm not above trying to."

"I love you, Spencer," you whispered as you brought his hand up to kiss it lightly.

"I love you too, (Y/n)," Spencer whispered against your skin as he kissed it.

The two of you easily fell asleep, more than utterly content. In the other room, Mitch and Clara took beats on who said it first and who kissed who first, their own excitement for the seemingly well-matched pair having a wonderful and bright future making their spirits happier.