A/N: Hello everyone! My first fic back! I'm so excited about this one and think it's gonna be loads of fun! I actually started this last year but didn't have time to finish it before Thanksgiving! With my still ensuing Librarians panicky spell, I can't promise I'll have Christmas ficlets this year, but for now there's this! I hope you enjoy it! I'll be posting more chapters this week as I can, with maybe some stuff coming in slightly after the holiday. Enjoy!
Also dedicating this one to LittleLadyBigDreamer for always being such an angel and helping me be excited about the show again lately! Enjoy miss!

"Well," Eve said, hanging up the phone. "It's settled. They're coming."

"So we're hosting a holiday together." Flynn smiled.

"Yes we are." Eve replied.

He moved to the other side of their apartment to kiss her. She smiled and breathed him in. This was the first milestone they'd come across since moving in together. Thanksgiving was in 2 days, and they'd decided to have a dinner at their apartment. Eve had managed to get in contact with her parents, and had just confirmed that they were coming.

"So," Flynn said. He placed his arm around her waist as they sat down on the couch. "I get to meet your parents on Thursday."

"Yes you do," Eve said, realization washing over her that yet another milestone was coming. It was all a bit overwhelming, but exciting at the same time.

"Do I have anything to be worried about?" Flynn asked.

"No, no." Eve assured him. "You'll love them; they'll love you; they're great. They just want to see me happy. Everything should go over smoothly."

"Should go over smoothly?"

"Well I haven't seen them in years. I don't know what they've been like lately. We love each other and all, but we're usually scattered around the globe so it's hard to get together. But things are a bit easier now that I'm in one place. But yeah, the Mr. and Mrs. Baird I know will be delighted to meet you."

"They won't think I'm wrong for you or anything?"

"Your concern is adorable, but stop worrying so much. They might be a little taken aback at first, but, I've dated brainy guys before. And besides, it didn't take me very long to warm up to you, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"You've dated brainy guys before?" Flynn asked. Eve rolled her eyes.

"That's what you took from that speech Librarian?"

"I mean I'm just saying…" he teased. "I thought what we had was special, but if I'm just another one of your 'brainy guys'…"

"I've dated smart guys before, and you've dated your Guardians before," Eve snapped back.

"Touché." They laughed and leaned in to kiss again. After the brief spell of flirting, Flynn's voice grew more serious.

"Really Eve," he said. "Are they going to hate me?"

Eve sighed and grabbed his hands, turning to face him on the couch.

"Flynn," she said, looking directly into his eyes. "They are going to adore you. You know why? Because I adore you. That's all that matters here."

The next day, Eve walked into the annex and addressed the Librarians who were all scattered around the room.

"So dinner is gonna be at around 4 tomorrow," she said. "And for the love of God Jones, no talk about thieving; my parents are coming. You all remember how to get to our place right?"

"Your place?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes. Where else would we be?"

"Well, Jenkins said we were gonna be having dinner here!"

"Why on earth would you listen to Jenkins about the dinner we were hosting?!" Eve chided.

Cassandra shrugged.

"I don't know." she said. "He just seems to be the authority on most things so…"

Eve ran her fingers through her hair and pulled it at the scalp, rolling her eyes. One day, she was sure, these Librarians were going to be the death of her. At that moment, Jenkins came walking down the stairs.

"Jenkins!" Eve said firmly, turning to the caretaker.

"Yes Colonel," he replied. "How can I be of assistance?"

"Explain to me why you told the Librarians that my Thanksgiving dinner was going to be held here."

"Well it has to be." he said, matter-of-factly.

"And why the hell is that?"

"Well it's our duty!"

Eve still looked confused, and so Jenkins sighed before putting down the book he was holding onto the conference table.

"Every ten years it is the Library's responsibility to hold the holiday intercession for magical figureheads." he explained. "I attended the meetings myself the past few years, but I figured it's about time we all get involved, now that our turn has come up again."

"And you didn't think to tell me this earlier?" Eve yelled through her teeth.

"Well forgive me Colonel. When you said you and Mr. Carsen were planning Thanksgiving dinner I assumed you already knew. But you've nothing to worry about I've seen to all the invitations already."

"Jenkins," Eve sighed. "I didn't know. Why would I know?"

"Well Mr. Carsen was here ten years ago for the last intercession. I thought he would have remembered."

Right on cue, Flynn walked into the annex from the front hallway, carrying the breakfast he and Eve had picked up, struggling to take a bite of a sausage, egg and cheese. All eyes were on him now, and Eve had her arms crossed.

"What?" he asked, his mouth full.

"A holiday intercession for magical figureheads?" Eve asked judgingly.

Flynn's eyes grew wide for a moment, and his hands went down by his sides.

"Shoot," he said. "Is it our turn again?!"

Jenkins nodded his head curtly and Eve threw her hands up in the air in defeat, before taking a seat at the conference table and starting to rub her temple.

"Colonel I really don't see what the problem is!" Jenkins said. "If it was just us you were inviting, why does it matter where we dine?"

Eve looked at Jenkins hardly, attempting to get her point across with just her eyes. He seemed confused at first, but with a little time the message was sent, and the caretaker looked solemn and gulped down an ounce of fear.

"Who exactly can we be expecting Colonel?" he said tightly.

"My parents," Eve sighed.

"Your parents?"

Eve threw her head into her hands exasperatedly.

"I really am sorry about all of this Colonel," Jenkins said gently. "Maybe they'll still be in town on Friday?"

"What?!" Eve exclaimed, sitting up now. "I can't cancel!"

"Well what do you expect to do?" Jenkins argued.

"Jenkins," Eve insisted. "I'm pushing my luck enough with it being the first time they've seen me since I left NATO! Lord knows how they're going to react to Flynn,"

"Hey!" Flynn attempted to interject. "Wait just a minute,"

"I cannot call them the day after they're supposed to come to my house." Eve implored Jenkins, ignoring Flynn. "Please there has to be something we can do."

"Do you expect me to cancel on the magical council Colonel?!" Jenkins argued. "Might I remind you how it went the last time Dabra was angered."

Eve looked pained, knowing what the answer was going to be. She wanted to scream. She was cancelling last minute on her ultra-traditional parents who she'd invited to the apartment where she lived with a man who she was not married too. They were going to have a fit and a half with her, and she already felt a headache at merely the thought of the lecture she was going to get over the phone.

"As I said Colonel," Jenkins continued. "I really am sorry. But as I've told you before, the Librarian, and Guardian, are not afforded the luxury of putting life and relationships first. It's never worked that way and even though you and Mr. Carsen have made some noble, albeit worrisome, adjustments around here, there are certain things that simply will not change."

"Now hold on just a minute," Flynn said, finally getting a word in. He walked over to Eve and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"We're going to figure out our way around this." he assured her. Jenkins scoffed and was about to say something, but Flynn held up a hand to stop him.

"Your parents are coming for Thanksgiving," he said. "And so is the magical council!"

"You really think we can do it?" Eve asked.

"Yes." Flynn said.

Eve smiled, and Flynn did too, relieved to see her face lighting up once again. He missed that smile whenever it was gone.

"And what pray tell do you suggest we do Mr. Carsen?" Jenkins said angrily. "Are you going to split yourself between two parties both of which you're the host of? Shove twenty immortal figureheads into your one-bedroom apartment?"

"No!" Flynn said happily, actively ignoring any anger or doubt present. "I think we've disguised the annex before! Shouldn't be too much work at all to make it come off as a regular Library. As for magic talk, we'll just have to tell the council to come earlier than the lovely General and Mrs. Baird and explain to them what's happening."

Jenkins sighed, but all the Librarians and their Guardian bore excited expressions.

"You really think we can do this?" Eve asked, raising an eyebrow at Flynn.

"Yes I do." he said emphatically, kissing her cheek for good measure.

"So are you saying this is a giant Thanksgiving party?" Cassandra said, halfway from a squeal.

"This is a giant Thanksgiving party."

Cassandra cheered and jumped in the air, earning a smile from Jake. Even Ezekiel couldn't suppress a smile. It did sound like it would be fun.

"Alright Librarians," Flynn said, clapping his hands together. "Put your best thinking caps on, we've got a lot of work to do."

A/N: Thanks for all your love and support as always! Catch me next time to find out who's coming to Thanksgiving.