(Authors note, ok I was inspired by a review, and decided to elaborate on Hoot's reaction to Sanderson and Lambross. You know who you are, thanks.)

The snow came down faster and harder then Hoot had ever seen.

Beside him sat his fellow Delta's, all were as cold and miserable as he, but none would say a word. It was a unspoken code of honor among men. They wouldn't complain as the Dr. had to amputate a leg from frostbite.

Hidden in a snowfort of sorts. It was nothing more then a hollowed out ditch in a snowy feild. In a hour the training would begin, but they had to be good and cold before it started.

Beside him Sanderson watched as the Delta's nodded off, trying to catch a few Z's before hell began.

He looked at his side to Hoot.

The man appeared to be asleep, the Oakleys hid his dark eyes, he wasn't moving, and he clutched his gun. Sanderson knew better, "Hoot?"

The man had remained silent for most the day.

"I saw you in McKnight's house." Sanderson spoke, his breath coming out in white clouds.

"No shit." Hoot muttered, not so much as moving his head.

"You know he'll kill you when he finds out."

Hoot didn't answer but his jaw tightened.

Sanderson sighed, he had known Hoot long enough to be able to read the man. "Is she atleast good in bed?"

"Don't know," Hoot answered, a small cloud rising from his lips.

Sanderson looked to Hoot, more then surprised. Soon the sun would go down and training would begin. Then any hopes of conversation would be gone.

"So your spending your mornings and nights with her, not getting any. For what reason?"

Hoot finally looked over to Sanderson, "Why did you get married?"

"Don't change the subject."

Hoot cocked a eyebrow, "Don't tell me what to do. I'm a grown man."

Sanderson shrugged and laid his head back down. Quiet for a few minutes which suited Hoot just fine. Until Sanderson looked back over and asked, "So?"

"So what?" Hoot all but spat at his friend.

"So why of all the women, in all the bases, in all of the world. Why are you violating Danny McKnights daughter?"

Hoot turned to Sanderson, "I am not violating her."

"Not yet."

Hoot lay his head down in the snow, the ski mask protected his head from the cold. "I have not touched her, Sanderson."

Sanderson looked out over the snow covered forest, then back to Hoot. "This could get you in trouble ,Hoot."

Hoot didn't reply but looked out over the snow.

Sanderson waited for Hoot to answer, then he asked, "When are you going to see her again?"

"Tomorrow night."

Sanderson waited for more of a reply. When one didn't come he found himself annoyed, he and Hoot had been through quite a bit together, he couldn't have Hoot angry at him.

"Do you remember when I married my wife?"

Hoot looked back to Sanderson, few knew about Sanderson's wife. It was a secret between the three of them.

"Yeah."

Sanderson put a hand on Hoot's shoulder, "You helped us. If you ever need anything....I'm here."

Hoot grinned, "You know as soon as you knock her up, I'm going to be the chil's Godfather."

Sanderson laughed, waking a few Delta's that shared the hole.

Quietly he spoke, "It's hard to knock her up when she's on base in Italy."

"It can be done."

"Don't tease me about Humera when I'm armed."

Hoot patted Sanderson's hand, "When do you go for a visit?"

"When we're through training. We get two weeks leave, you would know this if you paid attention during announcements."

Hoot began to argue back, but the training began with a simple change of the clock. Lambross had been keeping watch, when the numbers changed to 10:00, training began. Lambross rose and all conversation and sleep ended.

Sanderson simply smirked at Hoot, "Just be sure I'm a father before you."