Will had emerged from the room for the quick meal that was eaten in relative silence. He had barely touched half of what was on his plate and both Sam and Magnus were giving him stern looks when he glanced up. It unsettled him. The way that both of their eyes were staring at him sent shoots of nerves and anxiety along his spine and into the pit of his stomach. He tried to take another bite of the dry chicken, but failed miserably. He missed the Big Guy's cooking.

It wasn't much longer until both women were cleaning up dishes from the meal and Will and Jack were sitting at the table watching them. Will was squinting as he watched the woman work without speaking. It was as if they didn't have to, as if they knew what the other one was going to do. Shaking his head, he turned to look at Jack who was staring with wide eyes. Cocking his head to the side, Will finally asked, "You see it too? I hope it's not just me."

"See what?" Jack turned to face him.

"Them." Will pointed one finger at both women. "They look alike. Doppelgangers' of each other. It's unnerving." He settled back and slipped his hands into his lap. "They even do things the same way."

"Like what?"

Will shrugged. "They walk the same way. Watch."

Helen moved to put away two of the plates that were used just as Sam moved to grab the large servicing dish that had held their side of mashed potatoes. Both men were watching carefully as Sam walked back to the sink.

"That's just creepy."

"I know right?" Will replied.

There was an awkward silence where both were still staring at their respective women and the only noise that could be heard was water splashing and dishes clanking. "Jack?" Sam's voice carried across the room and to each of their ears, "Perhaps when you're done staring at my ass you can check on the fire. Make sure it's warm enough in the rest of the cabin."

"Right." Rubbing hands over his unshaved face, Jack roused himself to stand and moved into the living area.

"Will, you could go lay down if you wanted," Helen's voice lilted over to him. "It might help with your head, a bit."

"Yes, darling," he drawled out the last word hoping to get a rise out of Magnus. Rarely did he use it, but whenever he did it always earned in a particular look and that was the one he was aiming for. Sure enough, Helen Magnus stopped the movement of her hands as she dried the dish and turned to face him. Her eyes locked on his face, her nose scrunched and she narrowed her eyes at him: it was perfect. Will chuckled and slipped out of his chair and down the small hall to the guest room.

When she turned back to Sam, the young woman and an odd look about her. "Are you too…?"

"No, he is my employee."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"Did you and Jack not make inappropriate comments when you were together in the force?" Helen slipped the dish back into place in the cabinet to her left.

"I—what? How did you even know that?"

"That he was in the military or that you worked together?"

"Both." Sam let out a flustered breath and drained the water.

"Keen observational skills. He still calls you Carter in the field. I made an assumption, one that I am assuming is correct by your current reaction." Helen smirked and started to move off, "Will still calls me Magnus, take no offense to it." She made for the guest room leaving Sam to stare at the back of Jack's head.

Hours later, there was a gentle knock at the door. Helen stood from the bed where Will was trying his hardest not to fall asleep. "I thought you might like these." Sam held in her hands neatly folded clothes both for night and the next day.

"Thank you, it's much appreciated." Helen replied before glancing back at Will.

"If you need anything, we're right next door. Oh, and Jack said you might want to leave the door open, just to make sure that your room doesn't freeze." At Helen's nod, Sam backed away and into her own room where Jack was already buried under the covers. Shaking her head, she slid beneath them and curled into his side.

Helen could hear their murmuring as she slipped into the bathroom to change. Coming back into her room, she set her clothes on the dresser in the corner and checked on Will before hitting the light. "I think it's been long enough that you can sleep in a little bit."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll need to wake you in the night a few times, but you should be well enough off." She pulled the thick blankets over her legs and wiggled her toes. She was wearing thin cotton pajama pants and a tight tank. It was not her usual, but it was far more comfortable than jeans. Will was on his back and stared at her with wide eyes. She caught him and he started to blush. "Never expected to share a bed with me, did you?"

Both their heads turned to the door when they heard the giggle. Sam laughed next door and tried to muffle it; her voice carried throughout the house. Helen took a deep breath and slid down in the bed.

"Yeah, never thought I would share a bed with the most beautiful woman around because she killed a bear-thing and got be poisoned and knocked out by it and then stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere Minnesota. It was destined to be." He was grinning.

Helen's brow furrowed as she worked through what Will had said. He'd been saying things like that a lot lately, compliments that she never expected. "Will—" She stopped when they heard the quiet gasp. Helen released a breath and stared at the ceiling.

"Looks like tonight is going to be a long night." He reached between them and gripped her hand; he squeezed her fingers delicately before he released them.

As soon as his hand left hers, she reached for it again and interlaced their fingers. She held tightly. "A long one indeed."

Sam was on her back, naked to her skin and Jack was trailing his tongue along her chest, his fingers itching up her ribs. She had protested against his advances, but to no avail. As soon as he had wrangled her shirt away, there was no turning back. But she would try to be as quiet as possible. Her body shivered when his tongue flicked across her nipple, and she tried to hold the moan tightly in her throat by clenching her teeth.

Jack worked his way down her body; he pressed kisses to her skin as often as possible. Sam spread her legs and Jack smirked. Always so willing. His rough and callused fingertips ran over her thighs and his lips pressed against her. Sam squirmed. He loved it when she squirmed, but it wasn't going to last long. Jack made his way back up her body, lavishing at her breasts until he had to rest his body on the mattress and against hers.

"Do you mind?" His dark eyes looked her over, he saw the flush in her cheeks, the glaze as she stared back at him.

"Mind what?"

"My knees." His hand had moved down to where his mouth had just been and started a slow swirl with his fingers. Sam's eyes shut and her voice echoed in the room causing a satisfied smirk to appear on Jack's face. He waited and bided his time, his fingers moved in long intense patterns before short bursts of movement that caused her body to jerk. "Sam?"

"Hmmm?"

"Want to move?"

She bit her lip and turned to face him. "Move where?"

"Up, for a better method."

"Yeah… sure…" Sam slowly adjusted and rose onto her knees. She gave him a quick kiss before straddling him. "Up more?" Jack nodded, and she made her way closer to the head of the bed and his mouth. He pressed his palms flat against her butt when she was directly above him. Sam gripped the headboard and glanced down at Jack. She nodded and lowered her body until she could feel his tongue and mouth against her.

Her fingers tightened until her knuckles were white. She gasped his name and her hips started to move.

"Sam, sit still."

"I can't." She shook her head and continued to move until he stopped again.

"Sam…"

"Fine," she growled out the word and tried to keep her body still. She felt each pull of pleasure as his tongue swiped across her body. When he doubled his tempo, the pull became stronger and she dug her nails into the varnished wood to keep from moving and calling out. His teeth grazed against her and she was gone. She was clenching and breathing heavily; a moan left her lips without warning and stopped abruptly as she fell back onto the mattress. Her legs were pressed against Jack's chest and her body was sprawled as she tried to catch her breath.

He was rubbing a hand up and down her calf for minutes on end, until she moved and swung around to face him. Kissing him deeply, Sam let her own hands roam over his body. Jack turned until she was under him and they were back where they started. He rested on his elbows and waited until she raised her knees up. Sliding into her, Jack pressed a gentle kiss to each of her cheeks. "Going to be quiet, Sammy?"

Rolling her eyes, Sam squirmed. "Want me to stop moving?"

His body jerked and Sam stilled. "Nope?" He gave her a half grin before repeating his movement before. Jack's entire body was sliding above her and she watched with clear eyes. Sam ran her hands over his back and flank, feeling the soft muscles and skin, memorizing them. She always memorized them. She breathed heavily, their air getting caught in her throat each time he thrust into her. Squeaks left her lips and she bit her lip to try and contain them. His rhythm was faltering and Sam knew that either she would be flipped on top or he would be finishing. She brought her fingers up to his cheeks and brushed them lightly. She smiled when he stopped and rested down on top of her.

Sam pulled the covers up over their cooling bodies and turned until her back was pressed into his front. Jack wrapped an arm around her body and nuzzled his nose into her long hair. "I like it long, but I'm starting to think I liked it better short."

"Why better short?" She felt him shrug and didn't wait for another answer or further explanation.

Helen had heard Sam's question, heard them finish and fall into sleep. Everything around her became quiet just as it was supposed to be. She was on her back, staring at the ceiling, her fingers still pressed into Will's hand. She felt him shift. Ignored it. He was always a restless sleeper. It wasn't until she felt tender lips on her cheek that she turned and opened her eyes to look at him. Her lips parted to speak, but Will leaned down and captured them. He squeezed her hand tightly and ran his tongue against hers: tentatively at first, and then with confidence. Helen's free hand came up to cup his cheek and she drew in a deep breath.

It wasn't long before he pulled back to rest against the pillows and faced her.

"Will?" Her voice was quiet as she tried to work through what to say. Seconds ticked by and neither spoke. "We'll just blame the concussion."

"You can blame it all you want, Helen." She could see him smile. "But it was far more than the concussion." As if to prove his point, Will tilted his body and started in again. This time, Helen tried to move both her hands up to his face, but he kept the one he held in between their bodies. When he pressed back, she followed him and Will couldn't help the smile that graced his lips. She scraped her teeth along his bottom lip before sucking it back into her mouth. Releasing him, she pecked him twice before resting her own head on the pillow.

"All right, then. You need to rest, William. No more."

"Have I mentioned I love it when you call me William in that no nonsense tone you just used?"

Helen rolled her eyes and scoffed, but as she did so, her thumb brushed against his knuckles. "Rest, William. You need actual sleep and I must wake you in a few hours as it is."

"Anything you say, Helen." He caught the smile that reached her eyes and he was fairly certain he saw a blush in her cheeks, but he couldn't be sure. Helen had buried her face in his shoulder and refused to move again. "Night," he whispered before he let his eyes droop closed.