Sam hugged her coat closer to her body and slouched a bit further down the fallen log she was leaning against. She and Daniel had reluctantly stopped their hike back to Colonel O'Neill's cabin a few hours earlier, as it became too dark to navigate the unknown forest efficiently.

"Daniel?" Sam directed her question to her right side, a foot or so away, where she knew Daniel sat, even if she couldn't see him.

"Hmm?"

"You're awfully quiet." She noted. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

Daniel sighed. "My nice warm bed roll back in the cabin." He chuckled softly. "It's a little ironic, isn't it?"

"What?"

"A couple hours ago, I would've done just about anything to get away from that cabin… now it's lookin' pretty good to me."

Sam smiled. "I hear that."

"I wasn't made for the cold." Daniel mumbled. "I belong in the desert." Sam could hear him shuffling a bit; she assumed he was also trying to wrap his coat tighter about himself.

"You could always move closer; we could share body heat."

There was a long pause.

"That wouldn't be…" Daniel's voice dropped off.

"Weird?" Sam supplied. "Awkward? A little incestuous?"

"All of the above?" he jumped back in.

"Yeah."

"So…?"

Sam shrugged, not that he could see the gesture. "Just thought I'd offer."

"Thank you for that… but no." Daniel replied.

There was another long silence.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Remind me to thank Jack for a wonderful time."

- - - - -

The next afternoon, Sam and Daniel, having finally gotten unlost, stood at the threshold of Jack's cabin. Hungry, dirty, and tired, they remained at the doorway, staring at the colonel and Teal'c, who were sat at the small dining table, currently in the midst of what appeared to be an arm wrestle.

"1…2…3… go!' Jack counted off. He immediately began pulling with all his strength.

Teal'c, for the most part looked vaguely amused. With one eyebrow raised, he waited a moment and then quickly forced O'Neill's hand down to the table's surface.

"I believe I have now won 3 out of 3 matches, O'Neill." Teal'c smiled politely.

"I'm getting warmed up!" Jack defended. "One more try! Best out of five!"

Instead, Teal'c turned to the other two members of SG-1, still standing at the doorway. "Major Carter, Daniel Jackson, I am relieved that you have returned safely."

"Thank you, Teal'c." Daniel replied. "I'm glad you didn't worry too much… or, you know… come look for us."

Jack merely shrugged. "Carter was with you."

Daniel looked to Sam, who also smiled, albeit sheepishly, and shrugged.

"I just can't win." Daniel sighed.

Sam squeezed his arm reassuringly. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up. Why don't you get something to eat?" she suggested.

Daniel wearily went to the kitchen and began rummaging through the supply of food they'd brought with them.

Jack, having failed at convincing Teal'c to compete in another arm wrestle, turned to face Daniel.

"So… where's the firewood?"

Sorry this chapter was kinda lame... I think I've grown a bit bored with this story. Probably because it has no plot. Go figure. Anyway, I think I'll wrap things up with the next chapter, so hang in there just a little longer!