A/N: This may be my last chapter for a few days...I've actually had to work in class...

Reviews might speed up the process though...

"You know Carter, you could have warned me," Jack said in a reproachful tone. He and

Sam were alone outside getting a breath of fresh air and watching the snow fall gently. Sam giggled.

"But Wormhole X-treme boxers, sir?"

"What were you expecting? And might I add that that tank top looked familiar..."

Sam blushed. "I'm going back inside."

Jack grinned. His diversion worked. "See you in the morning. I just need to grabbed my cell from the truck."

"'Night." And with that, Sam went back inside, Jack over to his truck. Jacks footsteps were muffles by the snow. As he drew nearer to the parking lot, he could hear someone talking on a cell phone. It was Michael.

"Yes, and she brought someone with her. She denies any relationship between the two, but they seem to close for casual friends. Right. I'll check in tomorrow. Same time."

As Michael walked off toward the lodge, Jack crouched down and thought. Who was Michael? Who was he working for?