The group met at a parking lot. Felix, being Felix, insisted on reviewing hand signals, the route, the formation and various other minutiae besides checking over her trike to confirm that it was ready for the long drive. Jemma nodded her head at key points and then when Felix repeated herself, she nodded once again.

Finally, he stopped and looked at his feet.

"I know I'm repeating myself," he admitted. "It's just … I can't help it."

"I know," she softly agreed.

"It's like I constantly have a mental fire alarm sounding. I know there's no fire, but it's still ringing, so I keep looking for the fire," he explained.

She reached for his arm and squeezed. Hard. When he looked at her instead of his boots, she stood on her toes and kissed him on his cheek.

"It's part of your charm," she assured him.

He grimaced a weak smile and nodded his head.

"Of which you have a literal overabundance of charm," she informed him. "Now, we need to get on the road."

It was a pleasant drive, even though as the lead rider Felix set the pace, by staying under the speed limit. At last they turned down a long driveway and then… They pulled in front of the garage… a three car garage… and Jemma dismounted, and then waited for the realtor. Unexpectedly Jemma realized that she was coming HOME.

"I thought we'd never get here," John loudly announced. "Seriously, there is a speed minimum."

Winston huffed, loudly, and then began to explore the grounds. He sniffed the grounds and marked the terrorist as all his. Interlopers be damned.

Felix ignored John as he walked towards the front door. There was a lock box on the door and Felix opened it.

"Are we meeting the realtor?" Phil asked.

"No, I spoke with the realtor. It's Jameson, used to work in procurement?" Felix commented. "He said that we could have free reign on the house, since I put down a deposit. We can walk around outside, and see what it looks like. What do you think so far?"

"It has curb appeal," announced John Garrett. Phil smirked a grin, and shrugged his shoulder in easy agreement. "Though it needs some prettying up."

"I think I could be very happy here," Jemma admitted. "If the rest of the house matches the first impression."

"Let's take a tour," he offered.

"Let's!" she agreed as she slipped her arm around his. "I have another arm free, boys."

Phil got there first, which left John pouting.

It was an old fashion rambling farm house with a connected barn. Yet what was behind the barn was what captured Jemma's heart, because she saw her future here. Garden teas with a far too serious little girl who had her father's eyes. There would be hats for them both plus one for the long suffering Winston who would go along with their silliness with his natural grace. There would be a rough and tumble little boy who would try to convince his younger brother to join him in his escapades. Normally, the younger boy would be smart enough not to listen to his brother except when charm overwhelmed his common sense.

"There's a garden! A real English garden," she gasped.

"Needs some tender loving care," Phil murmured as he looked over one section that was full of weeds and flowers.

"No, it looks overgrown," offered John as he bent down to shift a cobblestone back into position. "May need to rip some of this overgrowth out."

"That's ok, there's plenty of heavy lifting you can do, John," Felix suggested. "Lots of clean up."

"Oh hush," protested Jemma. "Is that a pond?"

She dragged Felix and Phil behind her as she raced to the pond.

"And there are ducks! I have my duck pond! And there are little ducklings!"

Yes, there was a mama duck with a long trail of ducklings that followed her closely, except for one duckling that seemed to be following his own mind. He was a little daredevil duck as he merrily splashed even while his brothers and sisters sedately followed their mum.

"Look – there's John!" Phil laughed as he pointed out at the loner duck.

"HEY!" protested John.

"We'll need to fence this off," protested Felix. "It won't be safe if there are children."

"No if," Jemma protested. "No if, there will be. Though, maybe, I shouldn't jinx us."

"Don't worry, we'll always have John," deadpanned Felix. "He'll never leave home."

After a long walk around the grounds, Felix suggested that they take a look at the house.

"There's an in-law apartment upstairs," he dutifully informed Jemma as they entered through the garage/barn. "For Phil's stray. Fitz and Trip will need to find their own place to live, I'm afraid."

John Garrett smirked and Jemma poked him in the ribs. "Seriously?" she asked even as Phil and Felix discussed the circuit breaker.

"Seriously, he has no idea," John murmured.

"And you have no filter," protested Jemma. "Can we get our family settled first? Before you bring in a sister wife?"

"She won't be my sister wife," John whispered. "I'm all yours. Heart, soul, and multiple valued added body parts. I'm promised that they're good for another twenty thousand miles."

"Seriously, and what about Phil and Felix?" she teased back at him.

"You're a girl, that's makes you a hundred times better in my eyes," he teased. He turned seriously and he leaned down towards her ears. "I can't believe this is actually working out. Sometimes, I even impress myself with my spur of the moment plans."

"Seriously, the battle for my quim was not a spur of the moment plan," she primly stated while John gasped, loudly, dramatically which earned him another jab in his ribs. "It was akin to an expedition to climb Mt. Everest."

"And in spite of our best plans, you conquered us all," quipped John. "You have no idea how much Jemma has changed Team Jemma for the better."

She smiled, content in her victory.

They continued to explore, and Jemma had her suspicions when Phil 'found' a bottle of champagne in the fridge before they explored the master bedroom.

"Do you like this house?" Felix asked her. "Should we put down an offer?"

"I do," she admitted. "However, the master bedroom will make or break the deal. I'd like to try it out before we go. After all, I know Felix won't let us drive back if we have any champagne. Did you make arrangements for us to stay overnight?"

"Well yes, we'd need a suitable drying out period," Phil admitted as he opened the door to reveal a huge master bedroom with a very large bed. Large enough for four… possibly five adults and a very large dog.

"And find something to entertain me," she admitted. She decided to place herself just so in the middle of the bed and then she smiled at her harem. "I demand to be worshipped and adored."

She predicted it would be the first of many wonderful nights in her new home. And years later, she knew that she had been utterly correct.

THE END