Jacob woke the next morning to the sounds of footsteps and the swish of something flying through the air. He reached up in front of his face, hoping to catch whatever was flying his way, only for it to smack off his hand and clatter to the ground.

"Closer," Sara laughed as he sat up and opened his eyes. " Lets go."

He picked the stick up off the floor, standing up from the bed and making his way out after her. Once outside the plane, she tossed a second stick up into the air at him. After a seconds hesitation, he bobbled it into the air and fumbled to catch it. Before he could safely secure it in his hand, Sara turned around and rushed towards him. With a resounding smack of bamboo on itself, she smacked the fumbling stick out of his reach and slammed into his chest. Jacob was thrown backward and caught off guard, stumbling and barely keeping his footing. Sara continued to rush him, landing a blow on his thigh and knocking the stick he had managed to keep in his hand away. His chest was wide open, to which she landed three quick smacks before following into a sweeping kick at his legs. With a thud, Jacob landed on his backside in the dirt.

"Lesson number three, always expect an attack," she lectured, transferring her sticks to one hand before extending another to help him to his feet.

He wordlessly grumbled, accepting her hand and standing. She let him go, turning and walking farther away. A few feet away, she stopped and faced him, seeing him pickup the fumbled stick before joining her.

"You copied my fighting stance yesterday, do it again," she commanded.

Jacob frowned before complying. He tucked his left stick under his right arm and held his right stick just above his shoulder.

"Good,"she commented, assuming a mirror image of the stance. "Now, first strike. Bring your right stick down and across in front of you."

He complied, albeit slightly lazily.

"Good, now your left up and across, resting on your left shoulder." Sara said through a smile as he did so.

He repeated the movements several times as Sara called out an order, each one becoming more and more fluid as he went. She called him to a halt and stepped closer, within striking distance.

"Now, do it again. Each strike should meet in the center line." she instructed stepping up.

He nodded and began, starting from his right shoulder. His first strike wavered slightly, hitting off of Saras strike and bouncing backwards. She whipped up one of her sticks and hit his hand with a resounding crack. He grunted in pain, stepping back and trying to recover his weapon.

"You have to hit through the line," she reminded him. "Again!."

He complied, this time moving smoothly with the strike. Their weapons met in the center, giving a loud smack before he brought his second strike up and rechambered his first on the opposing shoulder.

"Keep it going," she commanded, not letting him pause.

Jacob faulted, shuffling his feet before finding the right rhythm. Each strike he launched met Saras equal directly in front of them.

"Good! Now faster!"

He tried to meet each of her strikes, some of his not fully coming back to his body before he had to launch to the center. Once he finally got it figured out, he laughed.

"This is easy," he chuckled. "What do you call this?"

Without warning, she ducked below one of his strikes and smacked him in the calf muscle. Groaning in pain, he lurched to the side. In a blink, hooked one stick behind his knee and shoulder checked him right in the chest, sending him tumbling into the dirt yet again.

"Its called Kali," she laughed, standing over him. "And you need to learn how to block low."

She switched both of her sticks to one hand, extending her opposite hand down to help him get back up. With much grumbling, he accepted and stood, walking over to the fuselage and retrieving the canteen. He took a long drink and sighed at the taste. Before he could say anything, Sara snatched it out of his hand and pointed towards the tree line with both sticks.

"Rest when your done," she commanded, closing the canteen with her thigh.

"Same path?" he asked, wiping the residual water off his face.

"Yes, and no." She grinned evilly. "You'll have to ready for anything. It took you an hour to complete it yesterday, do it in less or you'll run it twice."

He grunted a wordless response before setting off in the direction she pointed.

Jacob ran as fast as he could, sweat dripping down his face. Tree branches whipped by his face, becoming a random blur as he ran. He concentrated on pushing himself to move faster while trying to focus on the path and any hidden obstacles. The first one he came to was almost too obvious, a series of leaves stood straight up in the air, indicating a tripwire holding them. He easily avoided it, jumping up and over it while making sure not to land on a secondary wire. He continued onward, dodging another wire successfully.

Up farther on the path he noticed a log that had not been there before, hesitating before he reached it. He took a second and looked around for anything else that might have been out of place. Without warning, two sharp lengths of bamboo shot out of the log. They whistled through the air, making Jacob turn towards the sound. He caught a glimpse of them flying and immediately hit the ground, one grazing the side of his face as he fell.

Holly Shit, he thought to himself as he raised his hand to his face. His cheek stung and his fingers came away wet with blood. He brushed it away and attempted to get up. Staying low, he crept forwards to the log, inside he found a jury rigged setup that shot the two spears. She's trying to kill me….he thought as he took off backup the path.

Sara sat on a crate just outside the fuselage, using a brilliant silver throwing knife to trim down a set of pheasant feathers on an arrow. She sliced a layer off of one, holding it up to her eye to check the angle before stuffing it into an old brown quiver. After looking over at her makeshift sundial, she looked up to the treeline, frowning in the bright sunlight and flipping her knife in her hand absently. Putting a hand up to her eyes, she scanned for a sign of his return. She stood up, stuffed the quiver into the crate she was sitting on and walked a distance to a suitable tree. She started to strip the bark from it in a circular motion. After a few moments she had carved a decent sized circle, with a smaller inner circle carved a layer deeper. She took a step back, nodded and headed back to the sundial.

She knelt down beside it, comparing a mark she had made when he started off to where it rested now. He's got ten minutes left...she thought to herself, looking back up to the treeline again. In the distance, she saw something moving closer. Squinting to see it better, she was surprised to see Jacob sprinting towards her. A smile crept to her face as he ran towards her, unfortunately disappearing whenever she saw the line of blood leaking down his face. He came to face her, breathless but still on his feet. Putting his hands on his knees, he bent over trying to catch his breath. She grabbed his head on either side and forced him to stand up, inspecting the wound.

"Im fine," he panted, trying to brush her hands from his face.

She ignored his comment, looking over his cheek for a second before letting go and heading inside their shelter. Jacob picked up the canteen from where it sat beside her crate and took a deep drink from it. Sara came back out a few minutes later and pushed him into a sitting position on the crate. She unscrewed a small silver tin and dipped her finger in it, dabbing the contents on the gash. Jacob winced at the touch but didn't try to stop her. She smeared it gently with her thumb, fingers holding on the side of his face, eyes meeting his for a second and stopping.

Those eyes….they remind me so much of Ollie...and Laurel...she thought gazing into them. She sat the tin and its lid down, bringing her other hand up to embrace his cheek. She could see the pain buried deep within, almost as if she was seeing directly into his soul. The damage done to him was evident to her, recognizing a part of herself in him as well.

Saras first touch didn't bother Jacob, taking comfort in the physical sensation. It wasn't till she brought her other hand to his face that he grew confused. He turned his attention up to her eyes, meeting their brilliant blue stare. What is she doing? He thought, looking deeper into her eyes as well. It was then that he began to notice more: the elegant blue of her eyes and how they sort of sparkled in the sunlight, the definition in her cheekbones, the thin lines of her lips and how he suddenly wanted to kiss them. He could feel her face closing the distance between them, the heat radiating off of her warming him. She absently brushed her thumb on his cheek, grazing too close to the wound, causing him to blink and twitch.

She blinked a few times as if coming out of a dream, dropping both her hands from his cheek. With a shake of her head, she took a step back and turned around, bringing a hand to her forehead. What the hell was that? She thought as she tried to shake the feeling away.

Jacob coughed, trying to clear his suddenly dry throat. He reached down and grabbed the canteen, taking a drink and slaking his thirst.

"So um… what next?" he croaked out, taking another drink as he stood up.

"Upper body strength," she responded, turning around but not looking at him. "Work on it."

She pointed over to where she had secured a length of wood between two trees. He shrugged, walking away from her to stand beneath it. With a sigh, he jumped up, grabbing the pole and began pulling his body up till his chest met the center.

"Pull your whole body up till your above it," she instructed, looking up at his progress.

He did as she said, pulling at first and then lifting himself up till the pole was almost at his waist. He slowly let his weight bring him back down to his starting position, his shirt getting caught on the way. It slowly pulled up, bunching up and revealing his midsection.

The bare skin caught Saras attention and she found her eyes drawn to his muscular figure, noticed the scars that adorned it as well. Damn he looks good….what the hell! That's your nephew! She mentally yelled to herself. Lustful thoughts began to fill her mind, making her whole body feel hot and fluttery. Technically he isn't even blood, she found herself thinking as she absently bit her bottom lip, it wouldn't be wrong….just pin him down and…..

Jacob struggled to lift his body up above the bar one last time, arms shaking and hands aching. He slowly lowered himself down, till his arms were completely extended and dropped down into the dirt. Stumbling slightly, he managed not to fall. He stood firm, looking up to see Sara standing a few paces away staring at him. She was looking his body up and down, biting her lip and he could almost see a pink tint in her cheeks.

"Sara?" he asked out loud.

Her eyes widened suddenly before she shook her head. The look on her face was a mix between shock and embarrassment.

"Run the course again!" she barked, pointing to the starting tree.

His jaw fell open and he started to grumble something but stopped when he saw her suddenly give him a piercing glare. With a sigh, he started off towards the course, shaking his head and grumbling to himself.

Sara paced back and forth for a few minutes, stopping only to watch Jacobs form disappear into the trees. She angrily walked off in the direction of where the jumpship sat cloaked and opened the door, sealing it shut behind her before she sat down on one of the seats and put her head in her hands.

"Gideon," she called, a floating head appearing on the dashboard a few seconds later.

"Yes Captain?"

"I need you to scan my blood for any anomalies, can you do that without me having to return to The Waverider?" she asked, looking around the compartment.

"As you know the jumpship is limited on medical capabilities…" Gideon started to reply.

"Can you do it or not?" Sara asked grumpily.

"Yes Captain." She responded flatly, a small flat piece of metal flipping down beside her with a clear octagonal pad in the center. "Place a drop of your blood on the scanner and i will analyze it."

Sara pulled out one of her throwing knives, pricked her index finger and squeezed a drop of blood out. Once it hit the octagonal pad, a line of red lights dissected it, almost absorbing it into the pad.

"It will take a few moments to send the data back and forth between the Waverider and the Jumpship," Gideon announced. "Im detecting a variation in your speech patterns, is there something wrong?"

"Just analyze my blood Gideon…" Sara sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Of course," Gideon snipped, her visage disappearing from the console.

Sara paced back and forth in frustration, footsteps rebounding off the metal walls. Endless minutes passed.

"Analysis complete captain," came Gideons voice, her floating head appearing on the console. "Aside from a spike in your oxytocin, serotonin and dopamine levels, your blood composition remains fairly normal. Youre body is producing the chemical makeup of atttaction."

"Are you sure Gideon?"

"My analysis has a one number percent correctness, Captain," she snipped.

"Ok ok sorry," Sara sighed slumping down into a seat.

"If I may Captain, your relation to him is only a formality of adoption, you have no blood ties to him. By my understanding it would be suitable to mate under these circumstances."

"Seriously Gideon?" she answered back, slightly aghast.

"Given your body's chemical signals, and his striking resemblance to Oliver Queen, I fail to see your hesitation."

Sara paused for a minute, shaking her he a before resting it I her hands.

"Wait a minute….you're jealous aren't you!" Sara chuckled sitting up and eyeing Gideons holographic representation.

"I fail to see your meaning, Captain," Gideon shot back in a defensive tone.

"I thought you had a thing for Rip?"

"I don't know what you're referring to," Gideon snipped before her visage disappeared suddenly.

Sara laughed heartily, standing up and opening the hatch. She let it fall shut behind her and it disappeared in a shimmer of colors, leaving only the area behind it showing.

Jacob returned to the fuselage, lines of sweat dripping down his body and out of breath. He stumbled inside, finding the for already crackling away and a chunk of unknown meat rotating just over top of it. The air was filled with the smell of mouthwatering scents. Sara sat on a crate, downing the last of the Australian rum from its glass bottle. She purposely looked away from him as he collapsed down onto the cot.

The next day started as usual: blinding light followed by the practice stick flying at Jacobs head. This time, he managed to catch it, to the shock of Sara.

"That's more like it," she said through a proud grin.

He stood up, becoming accustomed to the soreness in his muscles and followed her outside. After a few paces she turned and began launching a frenzied assault, managing to catch him twice In the thigh and once on the back of his arm before he managed to raise his own and block. The scuffle lasted only a few minutes more before Jacob ultimately landed in the dirt.

Sara reached down and extended a hand to pull him up.

"You're getting better," she admitted, heaving him to his feet.

"My bruises would say otherwise," he grunted back and rubbing his thigh.

"Every bruise a lesson learned," she quoted with a smile, letting her sticks clatter to the ground.

He shook his head and grabbed a drink from his canteen while she flipped open a crate. With a flourish, she pulled not only the quiver full of arrows from the previous day but also a slightly worn fiberglass longbow.

"Lets see how you do with this," she called, tossing the bow high into the air at him.

Jacob looked up in time to see the bow flying right towards him, catching it perfectly in his left hand. With his right, he closed the canteen and or it drop at his feet.

"Now I want you to hit," she paused, producing a throwing know and whipped it at the tree. "..that tree. Think you can do that?"

With a grin he grabbed an arrow from the quiver she was holding, drew back and let fly. The arrow whistled slightly as it rocketed forward in the air, striking the tree and embedding itself right beside her knife.

"Well, damn." Sara whistled, raising her eyebrow and looking at him in a surprised manor.

He laughed and grabbed another arrow, adjusting slightly before firing. With a thwak, his arrow landed on the opposite side of her knife. Before she could say anything, he took the quiver and slung it over his shoulder, securing the cross strap under his arm and halfway across his chest. With barely a second between, he left fly 2 more arrows, completely boxing inin her knife. He lowered his bow and grinned down at her.

"How did you..?" she started to ask.

"My Oliver taught Thea and I when we were kids, we used to compete with each other all the time," he laughed.

"Of course," she said with a very intriguing smile, staring lustfully up into his eyes.

A thick silence settled in the air as they both stood there staring at each other. The sunlight caught Saras eyes in just the right manor, Jacob could swear they were almost sparkling. The way Saras beautiful blonde hair fell across the right side of her face made him want to brush it behind her ear and caress her beautiful cheek.

He started to raise his right hand, the movement making Sara blink and her eyes shift focus to it. Jacob blinked, freezing in place. Sara gave a mischievous grin and grabbed his raised hand. With a tug, she pulled him in the direction of the obstacle course.

"Come on," she urged, pulling him along.

"What?" he asked, giving her a confused look but sluggishly allowing her to pull him along.

She gave another tug on his arm, pulling him along faster. He slung his bow over his shoulders with the string across his chest and followed her.

"Try and keep up," she said through a mischievous grin and winked at him before taking off up the path.

He laughed to himself and sprinted after her, closing the distance before they reached the first set of traps. Sara moved with such grace, it was almost distracting. She dodged the first set of wires almost effortlessly, turning her head to see Jacob do the same. Before they reached the second set, he had caught up to her and was keeping pace right along side of her. Sara grinned and pulled a knife from somewhere unseen, throwing it head of them and slicing through two sets of wires across the path. WIth a loud snap, two swinging logs descended down in an arc, passing each other in the middle and swinging higher from their momentum. Without missing a step, Sara pushed ahead, jumping up and over them as they crossed back down again.

Jacob watched as she did so, instead pulling out two arrows from his quiver, knocking them onto the string and let fly. They launched out ahead of him in a small V, with the perfect timing to slice the barely seen ropes holding both logs. With a clatter together, they fell to the ground harmlessly underneath Jacob as he ran over them.

"Cheater!" Sara called mockingly back to him.

Jacob laughed, picking up the pace to try and catch her again.

They came upon the next set of traps with the spear launching log. Sara jumped into the air, rolling as she hit the ground and standing back up behind the log. She waited for Jacob to catch up, before giving the log a swift kick, activating the trap and sending the spears hurtling through the air at Jacob before he was ready. Scrambling in haste, he managed to knock another arrow, letting it fly at the spears. It managed to fly fairly straight, catching the left one in the tail, sending it careening into its mate and causing them to drop out of the air. Jacob launched himself over the log, right as Sara pulled another knife and threw it at him. With as much force as he could, he managed to twist his body in midair, barely avoiding the knife and causing him to crash down into Sara. The two rolled from Jacobs momentum, tumbling through the dirt and causing the few arrows left in Jacobs quiver to scatter. After a few revolutions, Sara managed to roll out on top of Jacob, pinning him to the ground with another unseen knife at his throat. She leaned I close, pressing the knife down ever so slightly, her face just inches from his. She could feel the heat radiating along his body, yearning to go farther, meeting with her own secret desire. Something in his nether region twitched as she moved. He grinned sexually up at her.

"You need a bath," she said abruptly, pulling herself away from his bodily call.

Stunned silence was her only response. After the shock subsided, he stood up and fumbled around. Finding only a pair left, he shoved them in his quiver.

"Come on," she urged, heading towards the waterfall a few meters away.

He followed, hesitant at first. A million thoughts began running through his brain. Whether or not he had admitted it in the past, he did find Sara attractive on his world. She was brilliant, kind, strong and one bad ass woman. Her doppelganger was exactly the same.

As they neared the cascading falls, Sara began stripping out of her clothing. First she began unlacing her boots, kicking them off and tracing seductively back up her perfectly sculpted legs. Jacob froze, completely awestruck by the moment. Her hands hands ventured to her hips, slowly unbuttoning her pants. Almost in slow motion, she slid them off with a shake of her hips, revealing she wore nothing underneath and giving Jacob a fantastic view of her toned backside. She let them fall on top of her discarded boots. In one swift motion, she lifted her shirt up and off, leaving her beautiful blonde locks falling against her alabaster skin. She took a step towards the pool, and paused.

"Arent you coming?" she asked, flashing a sultry smile over her shoulder.

He nodded, unable to speak. As fast as he could, Jacob unslung the quiver from his shoulders, dropping it along with the bow beside Saras pile of discarded clothing. With a few less than graceful movements, his pants and tattered shirt joined the pile. Sara still had her back towards him as he slowly stepped into the pool of water, cool water creeping up his body as he did so. He waded deeper in till the water was up to his chest.

Sara turned towards him, the water just barely above her breasts, and smirked. She eyeballed his muscular chest, enjoying the way the spray from the falls collected and rolled down it. She slowly motioned for him to turn around, moving closer to him as he did. She cupped her hands, collecting a small pool of water and let it slowly pour over his neck, causing him to shudder. Once her hands were empty, she slowly traced them down his broad shoulders, moving down his arms till they were submerged in water again before repeating. After each dousing of water, she ran her hands down his skin again, causing him to shudder and his muscles to flex in pleasure.

Jacob stood there with his eyes closed, enjoying every sensation. From the cool water slowly rolling down his sore muscles, to the warm sensual sliding of Saras hands. He could feel his desire for her to touch him more grow. His heart began to ache in his chest, desire filling his every inch and racing throughout him.

Sara moved closer to him, her breasts meeting his back. She brought her hands up underneath his arms, this time caressing his chest and moving down his muscular torso. She lightly touched his scars, fingers tracing the outline of each one. His heartbeat skyrocketed as she did, feeling it race through her breasts. She grinned, gently kissing his bare skin before she let her hands wander farther down.

Jacobs head was spinning, Saras touch was intoxicating. He yearned for more, his manhood growing hard and throbbing. Her hands drifted down to its base, probing and slowly inching farther. She wrapped one hand around it, gripping firmly before letting her other hand slide farther down, teasing and tormenting his balls. Jacobs skin felt like it had been ignited, the heat radiating into Sara as she began to slowly stroke his shaft. She took pleasure in every shudder and movement he made, making her feel powerful and even more sexy.

He couldn't take it anymore, spinning around to face her. Pulling her close and grabbing a fist full of her beautiful blonde hair, he leaned down and kissed her savagely. The taste of her lips drove him even more wild causing him to reach down and grab her toned ass in both hands. He gave it a hard squeeze, lifting her up and closer towards him. She broke the kiss breathlessly, placing a hand on his chest and panting. She grabbed his rock hard member in one hand and pushed his chest with her other, causing him to stumble backwards till his back met a flat rock. She grinned devilishly when he gasped, either from his back hitting the rock or from her hold on him, she didn't care. She rose up out of the water, water gliding down her succulent chest and planted both feet on either side of him. With her right hand, she guided his cock towards her aching entrance; the other was brought to his throat. She gave both a firm squeeze, kissing him forcefully. Their tongues clashed together in a seductive dance before she broke away again.

"You better not be gentle," she growled, lips brushing his ear.

He replied by grasping her by the hips and thrusting forcefully inside of her. He grip loosened momentarily as her eyes rolled back into her head and she gasped in pleasure. After regaining her composure, she brought both hands up to his throat and closed around it. Jacob began thrusting faster and slamming harder into her warmth. Water splashed wildly as their bodies met again and again, soaking both their faces. Saras breasts heaved up and down, the sight causing Jacob to grow harder and spasm inside her. Her back arched in response, eliciting a moan from her luscious lips. She dropped her hands from his neck, placing both on his chest and with a toss of her wet hair, plunged herself down onto him. Jacob moaned, hands squeezing her toned ass as she took control, slamming down onto his throbbing member again and again. After a few strokes, she dug her nails into his chest, leaving a pink outline. She slowed, only stopping once he was completely inside her.

"Is that the best you've got?" she asked breathlessly, wiping a combination of sweat and water off her face.

Jacob laughed, lifting her shaking body off of him. He maneuvered around her, pressing her against the rock and pulling both of her arms behind her back. With one hand, he held her wrists securely, his other hand slowly tracing down the valley of her spine to the curvature of her ass. He reached down and adjusted himself so his member was just barely pressing against her entrance. Sara squirmed, shifting her hips to try and push him inside. He laughed menacingly against her back, nipping at her skin before breathing his way up to her ear.

"Not even close," he breathed, grabbing her around the neck and pulling her towards him til her back was pressed against his chest.

He trailed his free hand down her chest, tracing his fingernail against her skin as he moved. Pausing at her breasts, he drew small circles around her erect nipples, digging into the skin enough to leave a faint red line behind. He continue down, tracing over her impressive muscles. He stopped just above her mound, running his finger side to side just over top of it,

"Don't tease me," she choked out in a half moan.

His fingers began to move again, descending to the warmth of her womanhood. He shifted his hips, causing his member to brush against her. With a pinch of his pointer and his thumb, he gripped her clit, twiddling it around. Saras whole body shook, hips trying to push him into her. He finally gave in, thrusting forward till his whole length was inside. She moaned in ecstasy, rocking her hips forwards and back. Jacob relentlessly pounded inside of her before they both cried out in climax.

After a few moments of delirium, Jacob maneuvered them both around to where his back was against the flat rock, Sara breathless and held against his chest. She looked up to face him and unable to find any words, started giggling. Her laughter made Jacob in turn start laughing.

A loud snapping of branches broke them out of their giddyness as several heavily armed strangers dressed in jungle camouflage approached them. Jacob scrambled towards the bow and quiver that lay on the clothing pile just out of reach before one tall dark man stepped forwards and kicked it away. Sara looked around for a makeshift weapon before prying up a rock from the edge of the water. Another of the strangers stepped forwards and swung his rifle at Jacobs head, connecting his face with the butt of the gun. Sara arched her arm backwards, preparing to throw her rock. The strangers lifted their rifles and pointed them directly at Sara, lasers making small red dots appear over her chest.

"I wouldn't do that, my lady," One of the strangers drawled out in a heavily foreign accent, stepping forwards.

She glared at the man as he knelt down, eyes drifting down to her exposed breasts. She attempted to lash out at his face, only for two others to suddenly close in on her from the sides. They grabbed her arms, wrenching the rock from her grip before knocking her out in turn.

"Want me get rid of her?" one of the two men at her side asked.

"No," the kneeling man boomed, "Take them both, they might have the information we need."

The men nodded, hefting Saras unconscious body up out of the water as another pulled Jacobs body out and hefted it onto his shoulders. The kneeling man stood, picking up Jacobs bow and quiver, wrapping the later around his own broad shoulders. With a grunt at the remaining strangers, he indicated the clothing pile before walking off into the trees. The leftover men began grabbing up Saras discarded clothing, laughing and talking in their foreign language.