AN: This is a Travelers (Netflix) fanfiction. May contain spoilers, so you have been warned. I fell in love with Marcy and David, and this will dive into the alternate timelines that Phillip saw in "Protocol Omega." (Season 3 Finale)

Disclaimer: I do not own Travelers

It was a Sunday night. Marcy and David were both home early, which was unusual for the couple with Marcy's strange hours and David's job practically being a 24/7 commitment. The two decided to make dinner themselves. David usually was the one who cooked, but he had always wanted to teach Marcy.

"Hey, Marce," David called to his girlfriend, who was reading on the couch, "do you want to help me with dinner?"

"Sure," Marcy replied with a smile, setting down her book, "but beware, I will definitely mess it up."

"Don't worry about it, I'll teach you," David said, "I hope you're ready for some chicken and vegetables."

Marcy walked over to the kitchen and chuckled at David's apron which read "Kiss the Cook" and kissed her boyfriend on the check. David prepared the chicken and readied the oven while Marcy cut the vegetables, but apparently Marcy's way of cutting vegetables was not how David did it because he immediately came up behind her and put his hands on hers.

"Like this," David carefully tried to cut a carrot using Marcy's hands, which ended up being a very difficult thing to do, and he ended up cutting himself, "Oh, shit!"

Marcy very quickly went to bandage him up. "I'm fine," David assured her, "but this wouldn't have happened if you cut carrots like a normal person did, Marce."

"Well, I'm sorry my cutlery skills are subpar," Marcy sarcastically retorted, "And now look what time it is due to your setback."

David looked at the clock that read 7:30, then at his girlfriend who must have had the same idea as him because she was already grabbing the phone.

30 minutes later

There was a knock on the apartment door and David went to answer it. He brought the bag to the table, where Marcy was sitting.

"What did you get?" she questioned, while opening the Chinese take-out boxes.

"You know," David said, "The usual ones."

"It smells even better than usual, though," Marcy stated while scooping some chicken onto her plate, "Also, Dave, between this and us cooking dinner, this was clearly the better option."

David laughed, "Especially because whomever made this didn't cut themselves because their girlfriend has no idea how to cut carrots."

"Hey!"