Donald walked up to the door and knocked loudly as Margaret watched from inside the car. She told him she wanted to make sure it was the right house before they all got out. The door opened and Donald stepped inside.

"Mommy, this place is big!" Bridget exclaimed from the backseat. It was the first thing Margaret heard her say since they got off the airplane.

Margaret twisted around in her seat to face her daughter. "It sure is, I'll bet you'll have a lot of fun tomorrow."

Bridged wrinkled up her nose and frowned. "Yeah, if it ever stops raining."

Margaret sighed. It was pouring down rain right now and the bad weather only added to her bad mood. As she turned around a body standing next to the window made her scream. Bridget giggled and Margaret, thinking it was Donald, opened the door quickly letting it crash into the man's leg.

"Ah! Hold up Hot Lips, I'm standing here!" Hawkeye laughed as he walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He pulled the two heaviest suitcases out and walked towards the front door. Bridget jumped out of the car and helped Margaret carry in the lighter cases. Still struggling with the suitcases he paused at the door, holding it open for Margaret and Bridget. They hurriedly walked inside and Margaret surveyed the room.

It was fairly large with two couches surrounding the large stone fireplace. It looked warm and comforting.

"Dad!" Hawkeye yelled upstairs. "Dad, Donald and Margaret are here!" Hawkeye turned and squatted down next to Bridget.

"Hey sweetheart, what's your name?" Margaret watched in amusement as Bridget struggled to come up with an answer. She wasn't used to men talking to her.

"Bridget." She mumbled shyly.

"I like you Bridget." He said smiling. "How would you like to come with me to get some hot chocolate?" Bridget's eyes lit up and she nodded. Hawkeye stood up and held out his hand to her. She accepted it and happily trotted after him into the kitchen.

"Hello, you must be Donald." Margaret looked up and saw an older man shaking hands with her husband.

"I'm Daniel." Margaret stepped up to the man and offered her hand.

"Ahh you must be Margaret. I've heard a lot about you." Margaret blushed in spite of herself. She knew what he meant but still…

"Come on I'll show you to your cabin." Daniel picked up two large suitcases and Donald followed him leaving Margaret with the remaining cases. She awkwardly picked them up and followed the two men outside. Margaret had felt uncomfortable at first when she had learned that they would be staying at the Pierces home. Apparently they had several small cabins on their property. Margaret couldn't see much outside. It was almost ten-thirty and it was pitch black. She could tell for certain that their house was on a very large piece of property.

"Ah here we are." Margaret squinted in the rain and saw a small log cabin. As they entered she glanced around. It was really very nice.

"Who else is here?" Margaret asked Daniel.

"Only the Winchesters and the O'Rileys." Margaret nodded and Daniel walked out stopping at the door. "I'll have Hawkeye bring Bridget out as soon as she's done with her drink."

"Thank you." He closed the door and Margaret plopped down on the worn couch. She leaned back and closed her eyes, exhausted.


Hawkeye led the little girl into the kitchen. He normally felt nervous around children but Bridget fascinated him, though he wasn't sure why. He picked her up and placed her on a tall stool at the kitchen counter.

"How old are you Bridget?" He asked as he poured a small amount of milk into a saucepan to heat it up.

"Nine. How old are you?"

Hawkeye laughed. "That is a very closely guarded secret my dear." He said with a thick German accent. "You vill never discover my age." Bridget giggled and Hawkeye looked at her strangely. Her laugh sounded so much like Margaret's.

"Are you a friend of my mommy's or daddy's?" She asked.

"I'm your mommy's friend, but I've met your daddy before." He explained.

"Oh that's good. I'm glad you're my mommy's friend." Hawkeye smiled.

"So am I."

Hawkeye handed her a mug and filled it with the hot chocolate. She licked her lips and cautiously blew into the liquid to cool it off. She blew too hard and some of it slopped over the rim of the mug. Bridget instantly gasped and began to shake. Her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed out. "I didn't mean to spill."

Hawkeye gently walked over to the little girl. "Hey, it's okay. It's only a tiny spill." He was at a loss with what to do. The little girl seemed terrified. Hawkeye sat down on the other stool and drew her onto his lap.

"What's wrong Bridget?" He asked, gently rubbing her back.

She looked up at him in surprise. "You're not mad at me?" She asked in bewilderment.

"Of course not." He said, chuckling slightly.

She sighed. "Oh I'm glad." She leaned into him, laying her head against his chest. For a moment Hawkeye just looked at her in shock. Then he slowly relaxed and wrapped his arms around her. Five minutes later he looked at her face, she had fallen asleep. He slowly stood up, still holding Bridget. He walked into the living room and laid her down on top of a blanket spread over the couch. He then picked up both her and the blanket, wrapping her up snuggly. He walked outside and hurriedly made his way over to the sixth cabin where he knocked quietly.

Margaret opened the door and smiled as she saw Hawkeye holding Bridget.

"Where should I deposit this little sleeping beauty?" He asked teasingly. Margaret opened the door all the way to let him in.

"Just set her on the couch. I've got a bed made up for her."

As Hawkeye placed her gently on the couch he heard Donald behind him.

"Did she give you any trouble?" He asked gruffly.

Hawkeye brushed Bridget's hair off of her face and then turned to face Donald. "No, she was a perfect angel." Hawkeye realized why Bridget had been so terrified when she spilled her drink. He glanced at Margaret and saw her nervously chewing her bottom lip.

"Well goodnight." Hawkeye said cheerfully. He quickly exited the room. As he jogged back to the house his mind was spinning. He just couldn't sort everything out.