The early dawn hours went by without incident. The sun rose and Spencer watched as the old barn filled with a murky sort of light. Outside, the rain was still coming down, harder than before. In a way, that was a good thing, making conditions miserable for anyone who was hunting them and offering a better cover for them. At the same time, it made it a hell of a lot colder for them as well and they didn't dare risk a fire. It was hard to gauge how much time passed but eventually Spencer made his way back over to his brothers, taking a moment to check them. Scott's leg looked as well as could be expected, but on his stomach there was just a tiny bit more heat than Spencer would've liked.

"How's it looking, Doctor?" Scott's teasing voice startled Spencer and had his head jerking up. He hadn't realized that Scott was awake again.

Recovering, Spencer put the bandage back over Scott's stomach and pulled the cloth back over it. "Seems to be doing okay so far. You feel up to eating or drinking a little, Scotty? We need to get some fluids in you and keep you hydrated. You lost a lot of blood."

"Mm. Food." Alex mumbled from where he was against Scott's side. He'd started out close; keeping him warm, as Spencer had heard Alex insist to Scott quietly when he'd settled in. Sometime during his sleep he'd ended up curled perfectly against Scott's side. Seeing it now made Spencer's lips quirk. No matter how big he or Alex got, Scott was always their big brother/father figure and even in sleep, their bodies recognized him and the safety that usually came with him.

Stretching, Spencer snagged a bag with provisions in it, pulling it close. He kept himself on alert while he dug in the bag, allowing his shields to be low enough to feel around him just in case someone came up on their barn. First things first, he pulled out a bottle of water and passed it to Alex, who was slowly sitting up. He also passed out some aspirin to his brother, but not before taking a couple himself. He definitely needed it. "Start out with this. Small mouthfuls, guys. Even with the rain, let's conserve water. As for food, well, we're limited as we can't really cook anything. So we've got a few cans of beans, some canned fruit, some trial mix and dried fruit and some jerky, it looks like."

"Jerky."

The dual vote made Spencer smile just a little. It had been his vote as well, so it worked well. He pulled the bag out and opened it, taking a few pieces for himself before passing it along. Alex settled down with his, stretching one leg out in front of him and curling the other up so he could rest his arm on his knee. It put him against the wall and allowed him to look at both brothers. He took a few small drinks from the water before passing it to Scott. "So…seeing as how we're stuck here for the day and all…why don't we play a game?"

"A game?" One of Spencer's eyebrows went up. "Seriously? You want to play some kind of game right now?"

"You got any better idea on passing the time?" Alex fired back. "Or were you just looking to sit here in silence until we go insane?"

"You're already insane."

"Yeah, well, I'm also older than you and that means I win this argument by default. We're gonna play a game."

Mouth dropping open, Spencer gaped at him. "Age does not qualify you to win an argument!"

"But it does for me." Scott interjected. When they both turned to stare at him, he gave them a smug smile, taking one last drink of water before handing it to Spencer. "As the oldest, I'm in charge here. And I think I agree with Alex. We've got to do something to pass the time. Why not play a game? It might be interesting. This was supposed to be a week of 'bonding' anyways."

These two were utterly ridiculous. Trapped out in the middle of nowhere, injured, being hunted by maniacs with guns, and they wanted to play games. With a roll of his eyes, Spencer scooted back and settled against the back wall, pulling some of the extra clothes over his legs like blankets. "Fine, fine." He knew when he'd lost. "What game are we playing?"

"What about two truths and a lie?" Alex suggested. Catching Spencer's look, he explained "When it's your turn, you say three things about yourself. Two of which are true and one of which is a lie. It's our job to guess which one is the lie. We make our guess and you tell us if we're right or not. We take turns and each one of us does it."

"That one's better in big groups and Spence is too good at bluffing. What about twenty questions?" Scott suggested instead. "We'll take turns, two of us asking the other twenty questions. I've played that with friends before; it can be a lot of fun." Lifting a hand, he patted the spot beside him. "Come sit by me, Sherlock. We'll put Alex in the hot seat first."

The idea of that was amusing enough that Spencer made his way over to Scott and sat down in the spot suggested. It also allowed him to scoot close, giving and taking body heat, making both him and Scott just a little warmer. Spencer took the two survival blankets that Alex had given them the night before and adjusted one so it was over the both of them. The other he lifted and tossed to Alex, who took it with a smile and tucked it around himself. All situated, the three brothers started their game.

Playing was much more fun than Spencer had thought it would be. Between one another, he and Scott came up with fun questions, asking Alex some of the strangest things. They asked him some normal ones, such as his favorite memory, or who his first love was. Scott asked him about his worst date. That one had the three of them laughing. "It was a horror from start to finish." Alex told them with a shake of his head. "First the chick managed to stumble against me and instead of me catching her all gallant like, I of course hit the edge of the curb and the both of us toppled down to the ground. Thank God I managed to not fall on her. Then I took her to Giuseppe's…" that was a restaurant the three of them knew in California that they'd often went to when they were visiting Spencer at school. It was a Mom and Pop place that didn't even have a menu. You just ate what you were given and they were never once disappointed. "…and Mama Giuseppe brought us the most delicious meatloaf and potatoes. About halfway through, the chick breaks out in hives and starts hyperventilating .We had to call an ambulance and rush her to the ER. Apparently she was allergic to onions. So yeah, I'd say sending my date into anaphylactic shock qualifies as the worst date ever for me."

There had been other questions too, ones that had surprised them. They found out that Alex first had sex at age twenty, something that was absolutely shocking. The way he'd talked, they'd always assumed it had been at a younger age. "Yeah, well, shut up." Alex grumbled, flushing a little. "I wasn't just gonna bang any chick that batted her eyes at me. Shit. I like a little danger, but we were mostly around army brats like us and those chicks aren't just dangerous, their dads are too. I like danger, not sudden death."

By the time their twenty questions were done with, the three of them were all smiling and they definitely felt much more relaxed than when they started. By unanimous agreement, they took a break then. Together the two less injured got Scott up to his feet and they made their slow, painstaking way down to the other end of the barn, not wanting to step outside but needing some place to take care of some business. Alex was the only one that needed no assistance whatsoever to do what needed done. The two had to help Scott to a spot by the wall so he could hold on to the edge to prop himself up and Alex stayed behind hm, looking the other way, to help make sure he stayed balanced. The only help Spencer needed was someone to undo the front of his pants and then, once he was done and came back over, do them up for him.

That finished, the three carefully made their way back to the other end and into their little secluded shelter. Without a word, Alex and Spencer came to an agreement. Spencer checked Scott over and gave him his next dose of medicine while Alex took the gun and ran a quick perimeter check. Moving around so much had tuckered Scott a little and combined with the morphine, it didn't take much before he went to sleep. Secure with Alex watching, Spencer took advantage and cat napped a little as well, passing a few more hours.

By the time it was early afternoon, all three boys were awake and settled in once more, bundled under their survival blankets to try and stay warm as the temperature seemed to drop a little with the increase in the storm outside. Soon enough, they'd have to build a fire whether they liked it or not. To distract them from the growing cold, Alex brought their game back up, declaring it was someone else's turn now. With a grin, he looked over to Spencer. "Your turn, pidge. Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Spencer might've protested typically, but a look at Scott and he bit that protest back. Their eldest wasn't looking his best. Even after napping, he still looked drained and he was definitely paler than he had been. He needed medical attention; something better than Spencer's random medical knowledge. Even if he had practice, these conditions weren't ideal and the chance of infection was extremely likely. It made Spencer wish that anyone else were with them. Logan would be able to handle this whole thing better. He was a survivalist; he'd know what to do out here. Or Remy. He might not be a survivalist, or a country boy in any way, but his presence alone would make Spencer more comfortable. Absently, Spencer spun his ring around his finger as a way to seek out the connection to his husband.

The best thing they could do for Scott aside from what they were already doing was make sure to keep his spirits up. So, because of that, Spencer made himself give a smile he didn't feel and say "Bring it on."

The grin Alex gave was just a little devilish. "We'll start out easy. What's your favorite childhood memory?"

"Visiting with you two." Spencer said promptly. There was no real specific moment that he could pick. Most all of his good childhood memories involved visiting with these two.

Alex grinned at him. "Sap."

They stuck with a few more simple questions after that, things that Spencer had no problem answering. If he'd thought about it, he would've realized that they were lulling him into complacency before getting to what they considered the 'interesting' things. But on question ten, Scott finally upped it a little, asking him "Okay, your turn for this one, Sherlock. How old were you when you first had sex?"

Everything inside of Spencer suddenly seemed to freeze. "I…what?"

"Sex, pidge." Alex joked. Humor twinkled in his eyes. "And since you lean towards the men in life, it's a double ended question. The first time you gave and the first time you got. Come on now, I answered mine. It's your turn. If you even have yet." His grin grew a little. "If not, it's totally cool. You know, we won't tease you or anything. Much."

He couldn't answer this. There was no way he could answer this. But this was part of the game and he couldn't just break the rules and he couldn't lie to them. He wouldn't lie. But if he refused to answer, they'd know something was up. This was a lose/lose situation here. This is why you shouldn't have agreed to play! Stupid, stupid, stupid. All of this ran through Spencer's mind in the blink of an eye. Looking down at his lap, he tried to keep his voice normal as he said "Can I take a pass on this one?"

"Nope." Alex answered cheerfully.

Closing his eyes, Spencer drew in a breath, resigning himself to what was about to happen. "The first time I was on the giving end, I was thirteen." He started out. "With… with Jesse." That was enough to stop that part of the conversation. They all knew who that was. Images popped up behind his eyes and he forced them open to stare down at his hands. Maybe if he was quiet, they'd just move on to the next question and he wouldn't have to answer the other part of it. He really, really didn't want to get into this and he really, really didn't want to do it here of all places.

Scott's voice was quiet, yet no less powerful for its quietness. "Spencer, you still have to answer the second half of that question. How old were you when you were on the receiving end?"

The way Scott said that told Spencer that his discomfort hadn't gone unnoticed and Scott was already making assumptions. He had no choice; it was either tell the truth or run damage control. But before he could even form words, something tugged at the edge of his senses and he snapped to attention. He heard Alex start to say something and he barked out a quick "Sh!" His eyes unfocused and he extended his senses out, trying to feel what it was and where it was coming from. Three different people, it felt like. Coming closer. Shit.

Spencer's eyes focused once more and the intense look he gave the others told them clearer than words that trouble was coming. Spencer shifted his weight into a crouch, ignoring the pain in his knee. "Give the gun to Scott." He whispered as quietly as possible. "Then you, with me. There are three of them. If we can stop them once they get in, we might be able to get some answers."

After only a brief hesitation, Alex nodded. He handed Scott the gun, helping the older man adjust to better sit up while Spencer yanked their clothes off the edge of the stall to try and make it less obvious they were there. Scott easily took the gun and held it steady in his hand, ready to raise it if need be. His expression was firm. "We're not done with this conversation, Spencer." He warned.

A grimace crossed Spencer's face. "Goody." The word was so low he doubted they heard him. Then he turned his whole focus over to silently slipping out of the stall with Alex beside him. Spencer kept his senses open a little to mark the movement of the three 'sparks'—it was the only way he could think to describe them; an emotional and electrical spark in his head—and to track where they were coming to. With one hand he gestured toward the door they would come to. They needed the three men to get inside before they nabbed them. There was less of a risk of someone else further away seeing or hearing something and coming running.

Stepping close to Alex, Spencer made his voice as low as he could to whisper "I found a rope earlier down there at the end. You take one end and I'll take the other. Once they're in, pull tight with me. Not only will we trip them, I'll charge it and shock them too. You be ready to come out and subdue, because it'll probably only stun them. I try to knock them out, that many, and I could end up killing them."

"Got it." Alex whispered back. None of their usual joking bickering was present. This was serious and they treated it that way. They raced down to the end, getting either end of the rope and laying it out on the ground just a little bit in from the door. Spencer kicked some dirt over it before hurrying toward his end. Taking up the end of the rope in his hand, he crouched down and pressed back against the wall, using an old table to hide himself a little. Across the way from him, Alex was sheltered by an open stall door, waiting.

It only took a moment before the barn door opened. They'd tried to keep the rope back enough to let all three get in before using it but close enough that hopefully they wouldn't notice it until it was too late. But only two of the men moved forward first, the third staying just slightly behind them. All three were dressed in hunting clothes that might've made Spencer think twice if it wasn't for the giant knives one held and the M16's the other two had. The two that were in the front held the guns. Spencer held his breath, waiting to see how close they would get. Come on, come on, just a little closer. Just a bit more and I can get you all.

One of the men looked down and Spencer knew by that look that it was now or never. Gathering a charge, he ran it down the rope at the same time that he jerked it up and toward the men. Alex jerked his end taunt as well and with one move, they not only tripped the two with guns, but jolted them as well. Alex was already jumping out as the two hit the ground, heading straight to the guy with the knives. Spencer couldn't indulge in his fear on that; he had his own job to do. As quickly as he could he moved to the two men still trying to recover on the ground. He didn't allow himself to hesitate for a single second, knowing that these men were not here to play nice. He dove straight to them, ignoring the pain in his broken arm, and grabbed a hold of each one. That was all he needed; a touch. With that touch, he charged each hand and jolted the two men, knocking them unconscious. Then he quickly took their guns. Just as he was straightening, he heard Alex swear loudly and he jerked his head up to see his brother darting back a step, his bicep bleeding profusely, the man with the knives grinning at him.

Spencer shoved to his feet, using everything he had to push back the pain that now screamed over his arm. With one hand he gathered a ball of energy, holding it there. At the same time, the man seemed to sense the trouble behind him and he turned to look. That gave Alex just enough of an advantage to dart forward and, with a fist to the face, he sent the man toppling to the ground.

For a moment the two brothers stood and stared at one another. Then Spencer rose, passing the guns to Alex. "You take these. I'll get the rope. Let's get them tied before they wake."