Upon stepping through the gate in the fourth week of their missions, they all jumped when they heard the most menacing thunder they had ever heard. A storm was fast approaching. The wind was whipping through at a tremendously high speed, knocking them over. Mitchell grabbed on to Jennifer and motioned for them all to squat down.

"Ronon?" Mitchell asked. "Is this normal?"

The man shook his head. "This is going to be a bad one. There's already flooding down in the valley. I remember this place now." He looked back at Cameron. "I think we need to dial back and get out of here."

Mitchell looked upward. "Of course. Just our running good luck. Oh well. OK, let's dial it back up."

Waiting for the gate to open, they all stood silently. Finally, Daniel spoke up. "I'm not an expert in Pegasus, but I think something is wrong."

Nodding in agreement, Ronon dialed again.

"I think we're going to need another plan," Ronon said, walking over to Mitchell. "We need to take cover. There's a cave up on that hill. I've stayed there before."

Keller, anxious to get to cover but concerned about the mission, spoke up. "What about the supplied we promised the village? Can we try to make it there?"

Mitchell waited for Ronon to answer. "If I went myself, I could make it." Waiting for Mitchell to agree, he turned to Jennifer. "Give me the supplies and I'll go there. Mitchell, you OK with this?"

Sensing that the medical supplies were of critical importance, he nodded. "Once you get there, wait out the storm. Keep your communicator on. When Atlantis checks in, which should happen in about six hours, then we'll call for a jumper to pick us up."

The thunder was getting louder, indicating they did not have a lot of time to make it for cover. "The three of us will make it on foot to the cave. Show me about where it is," Mitchell went over with Ronon. Seeing where he was pointing, he nodded. "OK, we better head out."

The three parted ways with Ronon. The hill was slippery and they all were covered in mud by the time they were half way up. Seeing the cave, he motioned for Daniel to go ahead and try to find wood for a fire, leaving him to help Jennifer. It was obvious she was not used to walking in these conditions, added to the fact she was scared senseless by the lightning hitting the ground around them followed by the roaring thunder. The clouds broke apart and began dumping buckets of rain on them. Jennifer kept slipping, causing Mitchell to grab hold of her hand and reaching around her to help steady her on her feet.

They finally reached the top. Soaked, they ran into the cave. Daniel, was completely dry except for a light sprinkling of rain on his shoulders, saw them come in shivering.

"You both need to get dry," Daniel said, helping them put down their packs. "I'm finding dry wood deeper into the cave. I can start it when I get back."

Mitchell nodded, sending more shivers down his body. "Clothes," his teeth chattered and he walked over to Jennifer. "Off. All of them. I'll get the blankets out of our pacts. They're in waterproof bags."

Shaking, she just stood there.

"Keller, I swear, if I have to come over there and strip you myself..." Cameron warned.

Angry he was right, she pulled off her jacket slowly and began stripping off the wet layers. Remembering she packed a change of clothes with her blanket just in case she needed them, she walked over to Mitchell, only wearing her pants and sleeveless undershirt. "I ppapaaackkeed exxxtrraa clclclothes," she stuttered.

Finding them, he threw them over to her. "Hurry and change first. I'm turning my back. Here's the blanket, too."

Taking off the rest of her wet stuff, she yanked on the dry clothes over her wet body. She had only packed a tank top and running shorts. They were probably the only items that fit in the slender bag, but she was grateful for them and not having to stand naked with a blanket on with two men in a cave. Seriously, why does stuff like this continuously happen to her? Still freezing, she tried to keep her teeth from chattering but failed. Jennifer wrapped the blanket around her and walked back into the middle of the room just as Daniel returned with the wood. Sitting next to where the fire was going to be, she curled herself into a tight ball and blew into her hands.

"Cam, I got extra pants in my pack. No shirt, must have forgot," Daniel called out and carried them over to him.

"Praise God, Jackson. Awesome," he hurried over behind Jennifer and stripped out of his wet ones. Pulling on the pants and wrapping himself into the blanket, he bent down for his communicator and gun and made his way over.

"Please say you can start a fire. Tell me you were a boy scout Jackson, because I'm in no shape to handle matches right now," Mitchell covered his head with the blanket and shivered. "And why doesn't Atlantis have probes like Earth? I'm going to kill Rodney for this."

"Budddgget cutttsss, colonellll," Jennifer stuttered. Her lips were blue and face was white as a sheet.

Daniel, stopping what he was doing, looked over to Mitchell.

"You guys are going to get hypothermia if I can't get this started soon," Jackson said, working as he talked. "You need to use body heat to warm each other up."

Jennifer's head popped up. "No.... I'mmmmm fiiinnnee, Dannnieell." Her blue lips tried to stop her teething from chattering, but didn't stop her body from shaking.

Realizing Daniel was right, he set down his blanket, took off her blanket and carried her onto his lap. The heat from his bare chest instantly sent warmth into his body and she instinctively snuggled closer. He covered her legs with her blanket and then wrapped his around them both. His arms went around her and they both began feeling their bodies warm up.

"Sorry," he shivered. "You don't get a choice in the matter."

They watched silently as Daniel got the fire going. Jennifer's color soon returned to her lips. It was awkward to be surrounded by a man, especially this man, and to be this intimately close to him. And she was ticked that he realized a bad medical situation of hypothermia while she almost ignored it. Despite the conditions and circumstances, her body betrayed her as she kept sinking deeper into Cameron's embrace. Sighing, she leaned her head onto his shoulder and fell asleep.

The fire finally picked up. Satisfied, Daniel sat down across from them. "Well, the good news is that help should be on its way in about four hours."

"Bad news?" Mitchell asked quietly.

"None, as long as one of you doesn't get pneumonia from this," Daniel replied cheerfully. "Her hair is probably making her head cold."

"What should we do?" Mitchell asked. "Cut it?"

Daniel's eyes widened. "Yeah, and you think she's not agitated enough with you now... no, she needs a hat or something." He rummaged in her things and pulled one out. "Pile her hair onto the top of her head and then I'll put this on."

Letting the blanket drop, he carefully gathered her hair together. Awkwardly, he twisted it up until Daniel put on the hat. "There," Daniel said. "That should hold in more body heat."

The fire started making Cameron nod off. Daniel noticed and grinned. "Need a nap, Cam?"

Cameron shook his head. "Fires. They always make me tired."

"Go ahead and lay down with her," Daniel said. "We're not in any danger. I can keep watch anyways and if Atlantis calls early, I have my communicator on."

Giving in, he gently set Jennifer down on top of her blanket and layed down behind her. Holding her close, he covered both of them with a blanket and used Daniel's dry pack for a pillow for them. Within seconds he was sleeping.


Mitchell woke up to the sound of a gun turning on. Opening his eyes, he found an angry Ronon glaring down on him and pointing his gun between his eyes. The cave was empty, the fire had been put out, and Daniel was no where to be seen.

"Ronon?" He asked as Jennifer began to stir. Muttering about clamps and gurneys, she opened her eyes. The events from a few hours ago raced in her brain. She moved away from him and began to stand up. Seeing that she was only wearing a tank top and shorts... very short shorts, she pulled the blanket off of Cameron. In the process, her hat fell off and half wet hair tumbled down her back.

Bare chested, Cameron rose up and held up his hands. "Gun down, Ronon. This isn't what it looks like."

Ronon held his position, and then surprised them both by laughing. "Sorry. Jackson thought it would be funny. He explained everything."

Motioning them to follow him, they both took a deep breath sigh of relief.

"Crazy Satedan," Jennifer to avoid rocks with her bare feet, Cameron held her elbow as she climbed out of the cave, only to have her push him away. She was still ticked off at him, even though she wasn't sure why.

"You don't know the half of it," Cameron said without thinking and not knowing the mood she was in. "Laura told me about your trio of honorary brothers. I feel sorry for your dates. I'm surprised Ronon let me live for that and it was only to keep warm."

Whipping her head to face him, she pinned him down with her eyes. "What? What are you talking about?"

Cursing himself for not thinking, he shrugged and decided to tell her what he knew. "Rumor has it that no one gets close to you because Sheppard, Lorne, and Ronon all screen anyone for you that's interested."

"What?" Jennifer yelled, walking into the jumper. Her blanket fell, earning her stares from the Marines and a warning growl from Ronon. Try as they might, the men tried to avoid looking at her but she was a sight to see. Angry and half clothed, the CMO rounded on Ronon and Lorne, who was driving the jumper.

"Doc," Lorne said, confused why she was angry. "Were we not fast enough?"

Hands on her hips, she began yelling at them. Cameron took a seat and only made out words like "idiot" and "stupid men" and "can take care of myself."

Daniel, who had been in the jumper and connect the dots as to what was happening, pulled her back and sat her down on a bench across from Cameron. "Uh, Jennifer, you need to calm down so Lorne can fly this thing back to Atlantis."

Cameron, throwing his blanket to her, said with a low voice, "And I suggest that you end the show and put this on."

Coming out of her haze of anger, she remembered what she was wearing and reddened.

Daniel grinned. "So, you're just not the same, shy girl I met in the SGC. What happened?"

Ronon piped up. "She's been acting different since you guys have been here. It's your fault."

"Hey, don't blame me. Blame Cameron," Daniel said as they flew through the sky. The storm had passed while they had hidden in the cave. "He's the one who wanted to chop off her hair in the cave."

"You wanted to cut my hair?" Jennifer raised her voice. "Why?"

Covering his head with his hands, Cameron felt a headache coming on. "Because it was wet."

Making a sound of disgust, she crossed her legs within the blanket. "It's called a towel, colonel. A towel. You use it to dry ones hair." The Marines, enjoying the banter and her ripping on a senior officer without repercussions, snorted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, princess..." Cameron whipped his head up and leaned forward. "I would have thought of finding a towel if I had an arm or a leg free but someone was wrapped around me like a vine!"

Scowling, she clamped her mouth shut and then opened it, glaring. "I... was cold. Daniel was busy. Which left you. The only person left in the room."

The jumper had gone through the gate without either of them noticing. As the doors opened, the rest of Atlantis began hearing the yells coming from the jumper.

Sheppard, who was waiting for them, instantly heard the voices. "Lorne," he spoke into his communicator. "What's going on? Do you have a situation?"

Muffling his laughter, he replied "No, sir. I mean, yes, sir. Uh... Keller and Cameron had a little disagreement. I think they're working it out on their own." Lorne watched the Marines reluctantly jump out of the jumper. Cameron followed them, wrapped in blanket with his hair sticking up in all directions, yelling at Jennifer over his shoulder, and then stomped his feet across the room as he made his way to the infirmary to be checked out. Daniel helped Jennifer down as she clutched the blanket around herself. Meeting Sheppard's curious gaze, she let out an aggravated scream and pointed at him.

"I am NOT going off world with that idiot again," turning to go to the infirmary herself, she remembered something. "And YOU," she banged her finger into his chest. "Stay OUT of my business. I've already talked to Ronon and Lorne." Seeing him understand, she nodded. "Yeah, I know all about your idiotic schemes, colonel."

Watching her leave, Sheppard looked up at Woolsey and just shrugged. "Lorne," he asked. "What happened to our sweet CMO?"

Clearing his throat and standing next to Ronon, he grinned. "I think our little sis is growing up, colonel."

Sheppard laughed. "And growing mighty attracted to a certain SGC colonel." Then he turned, muttering about locating some transfer order request papers. "May as well start on them now."