A/N: Thanks for reading!

One-Shot: Pt. 1 ~ The girls decide to go up to Spencer's cabin for a fun weekend. But what happens when the electricity goes out and a snow storm begins? Wil the girl's be able to still have a good time together or will they turn against each other? Spanna fic of course.

"Ugh..."

"Breath, Spence." Hanna verbilizes, currently nursing an inhaler to her girlfriend's mouth.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Alison's tending to her own girlfriend's, no-doubt, soon to be black eye – courtesy of Aria.

The brunette glares over at the tiny girl with her one good eye, helping Alison hold the ice pack to the other.

Aria wasn't exactly that well off either, holding a couple of tissues to her swollen and since passed bleeding nose — courtesy of Spencer.

How did the five girls even get to this point you ask...

[ Rewind - Days Earlier: ]

"Hey girls." Hanna greets four of the most important people in her life excitedly, walking up to their usual lunch table and sitting down. "How do you feel about going up to Spencer's cabin this weekend?"

"Um, does Spencer get a say in this?" Said girl interjects, overhearing the conversation as she takes a seat across from the other three and beside her girlfriend.

"Shh, babe." The blonde girl pecks her lips, essentially shutting her up before turning back to the other girls. "So?"

Spencer rolls her eyes half-amused, before digging into her...burger? She shivers, dropping the bread with the mysterious meat inside of it before pushing the lunch tray away from her.

Aria frowns, pushing her own lunch tray away. "Uh...I don't know, Han. Spencer, doesn't the cabin get pretty cold up there during the winter?" She questions.

Hanna sees the other two hesitating as well.

"Ugh, guys, you know Spencer's cabin still has all year round heat, power, and wifi! Come on! There's no excuses."

Silence.

"Fine, what the h*ll, I'm in." Emily's first to agree, a small smile etched along her features.

"Yes! Alison?" The blonde raises an eyebrow at her blonde counterpart hopefully.

If the swimmer was going, there was almost always a ninety-five percent chance Alison was going anyways.

The ex-queen bee rolls her eyes off of both Hanna and Emily's pleading looks. "Alright, I'm in." She smirks.

"Great! Aria...?"

The tiny brunette hesitates. "Guys, I still don't know..."

Hanna sighs, leaning forward. "Oh, come on, Ar...aren't you the one who's always saying how 'peaceful' and 'tranquil' it is up there? And you know we all totally need a break from all of this back to school madness, so what'do you say?"

Aria's shoulders slump and she chews down on her bottom lip, a tell-tale sign she was giving in. "...o-okay."

"Yay!" The blonde squeals, looking around. "So we're all in. Great!" She loops her arm through Spencer's and literally quakes with excitement.

The brunette's eyebrows shoot up. "So apparently, you just all assume that I'm going because it's...what? My cabin and Hanna's going?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Yep."

"Mhm."

Spencer sighs.

"Please, Spence?" Hanna is the last to plead, realizing that she was being a little selfish towards the older girl.

Yet truthfully, the brunette had been 'in' since the blonde had first proposed the idea of going.

It just wouldn't hurt much to seem a little reluctant, and just maybe get a little preferential treatment later on.

Spencer internally smirks.

"Fine...I guess I'm in too." She heaves an exasperated sigh.

And Hanna nearly kisses the life out of her.

...

[ Days Later/ Hours Earlier ]

"This is gonna be so much fun, guys! Just wait!" Hanna shouts excitedly, evidently still as determined as she was days before, now that they were walking up the trail to the cabin.

And even though the other four wouldn't admit it, they were starting to have a good feeling about the weekend too.

Spencer scoffs, trying to peer up at the blonde. "Tell me again why I'm giving you a piggyback ride up here?"

"Um, new Jimmy Choos? Spencer, we talked about this."

The brunette rolls her eyes. "Oh yes, the precious high heeled shoes you just couldn't leave back home. I swear you're lucky I love you." She grumbles, shifting the girl up more on her back so that she didn't feel like she was about to go flying off.

"I'm sorry, what was that, Spencer?" The blonde's arms go to purposefully tighten around her girlfriend's neck.

The brunette's breath hitches. "I said I love you! Babe."

"Mhm..."

"Wtshh!"

Spencer rolls her eyes again at the childish noise that supposedly indicated she was 'whipped'.

"Shut it, Emily."

[ End of Flashbacks ]

Now honestly, after that, the night did take off into some very fun events; including watching movies, talking, and even some random dancing here and there.

Though, now four hours later...

The group of girls found themselves sitting in the dark; cold, no service, and highly upset about it...but at least they weren't hungry. Thank god Spencer thought it would be a great idea to go grocery shopping for the cabin before they came up.

The worse part was when the lights had abruptly decided to go out on them, the five girls were in the very middle of watching an extremely good horror movie, hence the bodily injuries of Spencer, Emily, and Aria.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before the back-up generator kicked in.

"Finally!" Hanna exclaims as the lights come on. She gets up from the couch and offer's her hand to Spencer.

Without a word, the brunette accepts the hand and gets up from her own spot on the couch, relinquishing her inhaler. "Where are we going?" She protests, being dragged towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to get a Gatorade and make you some tea."

"But what about-"

"Not coffee." The blonde immediately shuts down, already knowing what the brunette was about to say, on top of knowing that it wouldn't help her increasing heart rate in the slightest.

Spencer just groans petulantly, not bothering to fight her girlfriend on the subject. She wouldn't win.

"Wtshh!"

"Shut it, Emily." The brunette has a split second to glare at the smirking swimmer before being fully dragged into the kitchen.

Alison snorts. "Yeah, Em. I think its cute Spence does everything Hanna asks her to."

"I heard that!"

Aria rolls her eyes, smiling at her immature group of friends. "I'm actually pretty thirsty too." She stands from her spot on the arm chair and goes into the kitchen.

Emily raises her eyebrows to her girlfriend and Alison shrugs before they follow suit.

The two enter just in time to see Spencer trip over a corner of the kitchen island on her way to the trashcan to throw away the remainder of her tea bag.

"Geez Spence, the lights aren't out anymore."

"You're such a klutz, Spency." Hanna kisses the side of the girl's head affectionately, before twisting the cap off of her red Gatorade.

"What is this, pick on Spencer day?"

...

It eventually takes another hour or two for their situation to really settle in, apparently when the back up generator came on, only the lights were restored— meaning they were still cold, still out of technological entertainment, and had absolutely no service. To make matters worse, it had started snowing outside, blocking everyone's car in.

They were, in every sense of the word: Trapped.

"I am soooo cold." Emily shivers, sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, her and Alison wrapped up in a very thin blanket she had found in an old closet. "Seriously, Spencer? This thing doesn't get any hotter?" She refers to the fireplace in front of where all of them were seated on the floor, glaring the taller girl's way.

Spencer rolls her eyes in return. "No, Emily, unless you want to hop on in, I don't think you're going to get any hotter."

Everyone had noticed things had been getting tense between the two brunette's in the last hour or so and had been subtly trying to break it.

Hanna sniggers uneasily, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, doesn't this situation kind of remind you guys of one of those lame old-school horror movies where the kids are hanging out in the cabin in the woods and then some crazy serial kille-"

"Babe..." Spencer lays a hand on her thigh, gazing over at her. "You're scaring Aria...-"

Said girl quickly shoots up. "I'm not! I-I mean, she's not...not scaring me." She ends meekly, lowering herself back down to the floor, really not helping her case.

"Right..."

Spencer and Hanna share an amused look, Alison stifles a snicker, and Emily...well Emily still looked pissed off.

"So, Hanna, when you asked us to come all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, you didn't think to mention faulty power lines?"

"Wh-I didn't know that, Emily."

"Right, sure you didn't. Maybe you could just try to be a little less selfish for once!"

"Emily! That's not fair." Aria argues at the sudden accusation and the rest frown.

"What is your problem!?" The blonde explodes right back, getting up from her spot on the floor and standing up.

"Well, I don't know, you seemed to know just about everything else!" The swimmer also stands. "Yet, you didn't know about the faulty power lines!"

And when she begins to step closer, Spencer gets up, literally stepping in between the two of them.

"Alright, Okay. Enough! Come on, guys, let's not gang up on Hanna." She simmers down as things start to get heated.

"You know what? You're exactly right, Spence." This time it's Alison to jump up.

The brunette looks satisfied with her answer.

"It's you we should be ganging up on!"

And the tall girl's eyes nearly bug out of her sockets. "What!? Me!?"

"Alison, come on, this isn't Spencer's fault. This isn't anyone's fault." Aria tries, once again, to keep the argument from going any further. To no avail.

"Well, why not!? This is her cabin!"

Spencer scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "How exactly was I supposed to know this was going to happen!?"

"You're smart! You should have predicted it!" Alison snarks back, flipping her long blonde hair— making Spencer really wish she could resent blonde's at that moment, had her girlfriend not been born a blonde herself.

So she settled for an annoyed eye roll instead, one that Hanna definitely backed her up on.

"That's just-you know what? This wasn't even my idea to come up here this weekend!"

"Well then tell us, genius, who's idea was it!?" Emily gives her a pointed look.

The tall girl was all ready with the answer on the tip of her tongue. "H..." She pauses.

Sh*t

She grimaces and slowly looks over to a gawking Hanna.

"Wh-Spencer!" The blonde turns on her now, looking a mixture of anger and betrayal.

"Sorry!" The slightly nerdy girl squeaks. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I-It just slipped." The brunette gave her most apologetic facial expression, but the blonde wasn't buying it.

Hanna crosses her arms, glares, and then silently walks across the room to plop down on the couch beside Emily and Alison.

Covering her face, Spencer could feel her exasperation growing and groans inwardly before slumping back down to the floor.

Sighing, Aria moved from her own spot on the floor in order to sit down beside the brunette and rub up and down her back comfortingly.

Hanna narrows her eyes and huffs.

...

An half and hour later, you find the five friends are giving each other the silent treatment.

Spencer and Aria had migrated into the kitchen again, and the other three stayed in the living area so that they were basically segregated.

"Okay, guys." Spencer breaks the silence, finally having enough and walking back into the living space, Aria in tow. "Maybe things got a little too heated in here before. I apologize, please let's just start talking to each other again."

The other three refuse to even look up from where they were sat.

Aria sighs. "Spencer's right. Things just got a little out of hand before, but we're friends guys, come on..."

"..."

Then Alison sighs too. "...yeah, okay."

"Ali!" Both Emily and Hanna snap at the same time, looking at the blonde in disbelief.

Spencer and Aria couldn't say they weren't surprised themselves, expecting the blonde to be the last out of the three to apologize.

"What? Their right." The blonde justifies with another meaning of stubbornness for once. She turns to the other two. "Spencer, Aria, I also apologize." She states, resolve never wavering. "Emily?" She questions next.

And when the swimmer doesn't budge, Alison hits her in her side.

"Ouch! Ali!"

"Ahem."

Emily mutters incoherently before eventually voicing loudly: "Okay, fine." She grumbles, looking up at the standing pair. "I apologize too."

Two down, one to go.

"Hanna?" Spencer inquiries cautiously, taking an even more cautious step forward.

But the blonde doesn't spare her a glance.

The brunette huffs. "Alright." She bounds determinedly over and kneels in front of where she sits on the sofa, forcing the blonde's gaze on her. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean what I said, I just...it really did just slip out...but I know you had this perfect weekend planned for us and I just, I sort of feel like my "faulty power lines" ruined it, you know?" The tall girl looks pleadingly up into blue irises.

Hanna's gaze immediately softened, much to her slight annoyance, she pouts. "Oh, Spence." She grabs the brunette's hands in hers with a sigh. "You..." A sudden look of realization crosses over the blonde's features, something catching her eye. "You know what?" She slowly gets up. "You didn't ruin this weekend, because it's only just beginning..." The blonde grins.

"What?" Spencer questions, sitting back on her legs with a bewildered look on her features.

And she wasn't the only one.

Hanna's grin only widens. Maniacally so.

"Guys, I have an idea..."

...

"Okay, here it is!"

Hanna runs back into the room with another excited grin on her face and bottle in hand. Her erratic return received the bewildered attention of the others.

"Um...seriously? Spin the bottle, how old are we again?"

"Now, now, Emily." The blonde raises her eyebrows like she was talking to a three year old, taking her seat beside Spencer on the floor and in front of the fireplace, placing the bottle down on the coffee table. "For your information its truth or dare, not spin the bottle, okay?" She doesn't wait for a response. "Okay, now ground rules: No extreme dares, no intolerable secret dropping, intimacy is allowed— but only at that person's significant others discretion, and lastly..." She slowly turns on her girlfriend. "...no weird, science-y questions that no one knows the answers to..."

Everyone else's eyes seem to shift to the brunette also, and Spencer gapes.

"What? I don't...yeah, okay."

Hanna squeezes her shoulder comfortingly. "Good. Now let's begin, shall we?"

The blonde reaches out and takes the first spin...

...

"So, Spencer. Truth or Dare?" Emily rubs her hands together, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Spencer gulps, as soon as the bottle lands on her and from the devious look on the brunette's features: She knew she was in for it.

"U-Uh...truth."

The swimmer smirks. "Mm, tell us Spence...how many people have you slept with?"

Hearing her girlfriend's breath hitch beside her, Spencer takes her hand and squeezes gently, nodding assuringly— for the both of them. "Well, Em. I have to say, just my beautiful girlfriend here...-"

"Keep in mind, we took a vowel that anyone who doesn't tell the truth and the whole truth, will be forced to suffer some brutal consequences."

"..." Spencer silently glares.

"We're waiting." Emily simply offers a grin in return.

The younger brunette finally let's out a well-known huff of annoyance. "Alright." She pauses, avoiding eye contact with her girlfriend, then... "One more...person."

"What!"