Spencer knew the moment a detour had to be made for his apartment that the easy dynamic between himself and the twins was about to change. He tried desperately to keep the twins in the car but Derek had insisted, big smile splitting his lips; he had no idea the bomb he'd inadvertently set off. Spencer fumbled with the lock a moment and Derek twitched an eyebrow questioning his sudden nerves. He turned the key smiling tightly before pushing, switching on the light and moving quickly through the living room he still heard Clark's sharp intake of breath.

"You're a- a-" Clark couldn't speak eyes glued to the framed Han Solo poster above the couch. Something Spencer couldn't bare to take down; hanging it with the purpose that it made the dinky apartment feel like home when he first moved in. "Traitor," he finally said crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

Bruce looked slightly disappointed but more exasperated with the way Clark was acting, going to further act.

"I can't believe I lose to a...to a...ugh." Clark stomps to the door, "I'll be in the car." Garcia caught between giggling and shock and nodded uncertainly that she'd go wait with the older twin.

Derek turned to Spencer, "what was that?"

"Clark's a Trekkie Uncle Derek," Bruce rolled his eyes and Spencer shook his head at Derek's confused look. "He hates Star Wars."

"Come on Bruce you'll love this." Spencer started down the hall. "By demand of someone who will go unnamed I moved most of my collection into one room." Spencer opened the door to what had been his office/library and was now where he housed his varied Science Fiction paraphernalia. Bruce's jaw dropped and he slowly stepped into the room.

"Wow," he breathed turning to Spencer, "is that a...?"

"An exact replica of the Enterprise NCC-1701-A?" Spencer didn't stop the pleased grin, "I built it myself."

"It's fantastic." Bruce reached out but snatched his hand away. He started to slowly move around the room, his fingers brushed along the spines of a few of Spencer three dozen paperback novels. "Can I borrow some of these? Clark too? I promise he wont damage them out of spite or anything."

Spencer smiled softly, "I know Clark wouldn't do that." He looked at the titles and pulled four off, "these are great."

Bruce broke into a huge grin and clutched the books closely. "Thanks Uncle Spencer!" He moved them to one arm and slung the other around Spencer hugging him tightly before grinning and running from the room. "I've got to show CK!" he shouted and the door slam shut.

"Well pretty boy," Derek wrapped his arms around Spencer, "you've made those two very happy."

Spencer glared at Derek, "you couldn't take a hint in the car."

Derek's smile turned down. "Is that what all these," he made jerky motions with his hands, "meant?"

Spencer frowned, "it was a very clear message."

"Whispering 'Clark will freak out like a fanboy'would have been a clear message. They weren't going to hear it over the noise they make."

Spencer stepped a little closer to Derek. "What have I said about using that term like that?"

Derek smirked, "baby all I heard was the part where you said you'd punish me." Spencer laughed, shaking his head. He went to the closet and pulled the four board games down.

"Come on," he shoved them into Derek's hands, "let's get these out there before Clark can truly go nuts."

"Are you going to tell him you were a Star Wars fan first?" Derek tucked the boards under his arm.

Spencer's eyes went wide, "do I look crazy?" Chuckling Derek shrugged his shoulders and nudged him out the door. "I do want Clark to talk to me again eventually." He huffed when Derek rolled his eyes, "you have no idea the war that has been raged over the age old question: 'Who would win, the Empire or the Federation?' Death threats on both sides, bloging battles, flamewars." Spencer shook his head, "it's sort of humiliating actually." He looked at Derek who was grinning madly, "what?"

"'Flamewars'?" Spencer waved his hand dismissively as they reached the car. "Pretty boy you will be explaining that one," Derek pointed a finger at him and Spencer rolled his eyes; he opened one hell of a can of worms.

The tension in the car was made thicker whenever Garcia attempted to engage the twins in conversation. They had their private reading lights on and were quickly making their way through the novels. Spencer should have given them more. They'd look up at her and glare occasionally and Clark wouldn't look at Spencer behind him and had only offered a grunted thanks for the books. Bruce, out of loyalty, did not look back at Spencer but had given him a brilliant smile when he thanked him for his own novel.

"Okay guys!" Garcia clapped her hands together once they were all standing inside. "You boys grab whatever you'll need and I'll place an order for some Chinese." They told her what they wanted before disappearing upstairs. Garcia turned on them, "what was that?" she said quietly.

Derek snorted, "apparently it's a common occurrence with-"

"It is not a common occurrence," Reid snapped. He thrust a phone into Garcia's hands, "order your food." Spencer stalked to the kitchen and started throwing together his and Derek's own quick dinner.

Derek came in wrapping an arm around his waist. "You okay pretty boy?" Derek asked softly.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, it's just that...what if Clark doesn't talk to me again?"

Derek chuckled, "that's not going to happen Spencer. Give him a night with Garcia, playing monopoly, eating chinese and he'll be fine." Spencer smiled, "good, that's what I want to see." Derek kissed his check.

Two sets of feet thundered down the stairs, "sounds like their ready." Spencer walked back into the living room with Derek at his side. "You guys got everything you'll need?" The boys had one of their bags between them.

"Yep Uncle Spencer." Bruce elbowed his brother and Clark nodded, looking pointedly away from Spencer. "Jackass," Bruce mumbled under his breath. Spencer gave his own nudge when Derek went to say something. Bruce hugged Spencer and then Derek and waited giving Clark a look until he hugged first Derek then knocked his fist awkwardly against Spencer's; Spencer was equally awkward with the motion.

"Alright guys I'll have them back to you tomorrow around...ten. I'm meeting the girls for lunch." She grinned, "and much as I would love to show them off I'll spare you two." The twins looked very grateful for that. "See you tomorrow my doves." She waved ushering the twins out, the boys threw waves and goodbyes over their shoulders.

Derek grinned and turned on Spencer, "I've got you to myself...finally!" He grabbed Spencer around his waist and heaved him up.

"Put me down right now Derek Morgan," Spencer fought the urge to giggle.

Derek smacked Spencer's ass playfully, "when I get you where we're going."

Bruce walked up the stairs balancing two board games in his hands; Clark was talking a mile a minute, trying to gesture wildly even though he had the other two boards. Bruce rolled his eyes, "knock it off CK. You're going to drop those." Clark glared but stopped moving so much.

"Anyways Penny," Clark shot him a glare, "as I was saying..." Bruce adjusted his cargo and ignored Clark's babbling. Penelope laughed and Bruce wasn't sure but Clark probably told a joke.

"Alrighty boys here we are!" Penelope put the bag of food down and fished for her keys. "Hope you wont mind but I've only got the couch for you to share."

The twins looked at each rolling their eyes, like they had never shared a couch before. "Don't worry Penny. Bruce and me fall asleep on the couch all the time. Star Trek marathons," he winked and Bruce resisted rolling his eyes again. They were going to fall out of his head if he wasn't careful. They stopped inside the door amazed by the over-sensory of color that hit them. Purples, reds, pinks, blues. Penelope's home was a mixture of the rainbow and then some.

"What a lovely home you have," Clark said smiling at Penelope.

"Thanks CK." Penelope grinned heading for the kitchen. "Put the board games on the coffee table." She called and when she came back she had three plates balanced in her hands. "Here ya go," she put the plates down.

"Thank you Penny," they said together her smiling a little blinding. Clark took bites of food but was more concerned with setting up the board games.

"Oh this is so cool!" He was looking at the different pieces they could play. "I'm Kirk!" he snatched up the piece and wrapped it in his hand.

Bruce took his time looking through them and finally narrowed it down to Spock and Data. He finally decided on Data figuring he could change mid-game if he wanted. Penelope grabbed a random piece and ended up with Deanna Troi. "Good choice Penny. You're a lot like Troi." Penelope shrugged her shoulders grinning. Of course she didn't know the characters enough to know who they were talking about.

"Okay," Clark exclaimed, "we've got to move the table." With Penelope on one side, Bruce and Clark on the other they moved the coffee table out of the way and Clark set up the four boards. With more glee then needed. Bruce munched on his food listening to Clark's babble and finally his older brother sat up. "All done! This is going to be so much fun."

Bruce started to bounce, he was looking forward to playing just as much as Clark. "Don't forget the bank," he slapped a five hundred bill onto the middle of the board.

Their game started without any problems, until Clark wanted the Ferengi Nation and Bruce wouldn't give it up. "Come on! I have the other two, you can't even do anything with it."

"That's not the point. You wont even trade anything for it. You just want me to hand it over." Bruce tried to keep the whine out of his voice.

"Cause you don't even need it!" Clark insisted, not denying that he wasn't going to trade for it. "You are so unfair, Bruce." Clark stood up and went to the bathroom.

"You're such baby!" Bruce yelled after him. He huffed crossing his arms over his chest, "I'm sorry Penelope."

Penelope had the decency to look a little shocked through her amusement. "It's alright Bruce, I bet Clark's just tired." She stood up collecting the pieces and started putting the games away. Bruce quickly began to help. "I'll go get some sheets and pillows for you guys and help make up a bed on the couch." Penelope ruffled his hair as she moved pass him.

Bruce stacked the game boxes on the coffee table and curled up in a chair with his novel. He grumbled to himself. Clark was always being a jerk anymore these days, and the less sleep his twin got the worse he was.

Clark came back into the room glaring at the boxes. "Guess we're done playing," he mumbled.

"Guess," Bruce glanced at him. "We can play with Spencer later in the week. That would be fun."

Clark scoffed, "can't believe he's a Lucas hound traitor." He fell onto the couch arms crossed tightly.

"CK," Bruce shut his book, "there are lots of people who like both."

"Federation would totally kick the Empire's ass." Was the only thing Clark offered as a response.

Bruce decided to relent, "of course they would Clark. Everyone knows that."

Penelope came back into the room. "Sorry boys but I don't have 'manly' bedding," their eyes widen at the sight of pink and purple sheets with sky blue pillows. She giggled, "come on help me out." They helped her tuck one sheet over the cushions and they each claimed a pillow. "Wanna watch a movie or something?"

Bruce was already curling up on one corner of the couch. "I don't care Penny," his words muffled by a yawn.

She smiled warmly, "aw, you guys are exhausted. Get some sleep, I'll make breakfast in the morning. My special secret pancakes," she said with a wink.

The twins fought a moment for who got to have their feet on the outside; Clark won out and the excitement of the day was catching up with Bruce anyways. He drifted off to sleep not even caring the his twin would crush his legs until they slipped between the backs of the cushions.

Bruce woke up later and was first aware that he had too much room on the couch. "Clark?" he sat up searching for his brother.

Clark was sitting on the floor by a window book opened and his nose buried in it. "Over here," he grunted turning the page, eyes flicking over the words quickly.

"What are you-" Bruce cut off with a yawn, "doing?"

"Reading."

"Obiviously bro," Bruce rolled his eyes. "You're gonna hurt your eyes reading in the dark."

"Didn't want to wake you up." Clark flipped a few pages ahead then flipped back. "Almost done this chapter then I'll get back to sleep."

Bruce rolled over burying his face into his pillow. "Just turn on the light. It wont bother me," he muttered, already drifting back to sleep.

Clark climbed onto the couch a few minutes later and wrapped Bruce's legs up holding them tightly. "Say one word and I'll beat you into next week," he mumbled. Bruce grunted his response, too tired to care that his brother was hugging him.

Okay I'm so sorry this shouldn't have ever took this long! RL, writer's block, everything got in the way! But here it is, for you, have fun, so sorry!

Thanks to everyone for the rad support your love makes the world go 'round! *rockon* Sorry bit excited, tonights episode was fantastic, still got me in all sorts of awesome knots. But that's all I'll say since spoilers are like dust on an arid day with no water in sight.