The expanse of her back was bare. Sam could see Helen's spine arch as she moved her head up to kiss Will's lips. Pulling back, Sam leaned against the wall, her hand pressed to her heart and her cheeks aflame. She had shut the door when she moved back, but she was tempted. Sliding it open again, her eyes locked on Helen as she rose over Will's prone form.

Their bodies moved in an age-old rhythm. Sam's eyes locked on their forms, completely entranced with the way they moved. Their breaths in tandem with each other. Helen moaning. Will's hands moving against her skin.

Lips pressed to Sam's neck, and she startled backward.

"Peeping Tom?"

His voice was deep and in her ear. His hand on her hip and his body behind hers, keeping her in place. Sam shook her head. His lips were once again on her heated skin. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

"She knows we're here," he whispered. His fingers roamed down her side and over her front.

"She doesn't."

He hummed; his lips pressed against the nape of her neck. Sam's eyes strayed back to Helen's form as she lifted up again. She turned her head. Their eyes locked. Sam's breath caught in her throat and butterflies started in her stomach, a sweet smile curving on Helen's lips.

"I think we have her permission. What do you say?" Moving to the other side of her neck, Jack nipped at her skin. A noise caught in the back of Sam's throat, and he smiled. "I need an answer, Samantha." He started to lift her shirt up, sliding fingers against her abdomen.

"Yes…" She breathed out the word.

His fingers worked down until he could pull her belt through the loops. Tugging her zipper quickly, he shimmied the jeans and panties down her hips until she was bare to him. One finger ran over the curve of her ass before he pressed up behind her. His lips were against her neck, his hips moving in a rhythm against hers. Sam reached her arm around Jack's head, gripping the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck.

Nipping into her soft skin, he threaded his fingers through the small patch of hair at her front. Sam bit her lip and held her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest as he worked lower. Air caught in her throat as the pads of two of his fingers brushed against her.

"Quiet now, Carter," he whispered into her ear.

She nodded and rocked back into him when he dipped further down. Two fingers slipped into her before quickly retracting. They moved back up to her clit, rubbing slow circles into her. Her nails dug into the back of his neck. Her eyes remained on Helen's body as she rose and fell over Will. Sam blushed. She tried to turn around to face Jack, but his hand on her hip prevented her. She pushed back into him. His erection against her backside, pressing into her with each undulation of his hips. She whimpered.

"Jack."

"Yeah." He shuffled to the side so Sam could grab onto the wall. He ran his hands up and down her arms before undoing his own belt. "Spread 'em."

Sam chuckled and shook her head, widening her stance as he requested.

"Never knew you were into watching."

"Jack."

"Yeah, being quiet now."

Her neck turned and he kissed her hard, savoring the moment. Entering her from behind, her front pressed into the wall, Jack started to thrust. Sam pushed back into him, enjoying the feel of being so close. She could hear the noise from the room her face was plastered against, and the sounds only made what she and Jack were doing all that more scandalous. She would never have thought of this.

Jack's fingers brushed over her again, and she had to bite her lip to prevent a moan escaping. He wasn't wasting time. He brought her higher and higher with each swipe of his fingers. Helen keened in the other room causing a shudder to run through Sam's body. Jack moved in her again. Her palms laid against the wood of the wall as she held on. Her head started spinning. Black spots entered her vision. The pressure built and built until she let go. Jack followed her shortly.

Slowly turning her around, Jack kissed her lips tenderly. His hands ran over her sides, and she gripped onto his back. Letting out a breath, she nuzzled his neck with her nose. They stayed there only a brief moment longer. Sam tugged her pants up, zipping and buckling the belt in place. Jack did likewise and they made for the living room.

Helen heard them walk away. Smiling to herself, she leaned against Will once more, kissing him. She would never tell Will that they were outside. She would never utter a word of what had been seen. Her lips caressed his, her hair falling around them in curtains. Sliding off him, she started to dress. Will leaned up, running a hand over the curve of her spine.

"We'll leave tomorrow. The storm is breaking tonight."

He kissed her shoulder. "And the Harsuth?"

Helen shrugged, pulling on her tank. "We'll have to take care of that, don't you think?"

"I'm pretty sure those are the exact words you said to me before you dragged me all the way out to this place."

"Wasn't such a bad deal after all, now was it?" She smirked and kissed him lightly on the lips. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she pulled on the thin sweater Sam stuck in the room earlier that morning. "I'm going to take a walk, see if I can figure out exactly what our plan will be."

"Can I come?"

She turned and raised a brow to him, her blue eyes twinkling. "Didn't you just?"

His cheeks flamed red. Helen laughed and stood up, leaving the room. As she entered the living area, she saw Sam and Jack snuggled on the couch. Walking in front of them, she held her hands tightly together. Sam looked up, and they locked eyes. Helen saw the blush flood from her cheeks down to her neck.

"I was wondering if you had any warmer clothes I could borrow. I'd like to take a walk." Helen tilted her head to the side and widened her eyes, trying to make it seem as though she was more innocent.

Sam pushed to stand and started toward her. "Yeah, I'll go with you. A walk would be nice."

"That's not necessary." They locked eyes again, and Helen acquiesced. "Not necessary, but the company would be welcome."

After dressing in heavy coats, pants, and boots, the two women started out the front door. Trudging through the fresh three feet of snow was harder than Helen anticipated. She wasn't used to it being so much. Her steps were high and each time she put her foot down, snow fell into her boots. As it melted her toes started to ache from the cold and the socks rubbed because of the damp wool. Pausing by the tree line, she looked back to see Sam two steps behind her, easily keeping up.

Sam brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and looked at Helen. "Not as easy a walk as you thought?"

Helen shook her head. "No, but my daughter would have loved it here."

"You have a daughter?"

Nodding, Helen's face became drawn. "She died a few years ago. Terrible accident." Risking a glance to Sam, she shook her head. "That's neither here nor there. She would have loved this place. Snow was one of her greatest joys."

"And not one of yours, I assume."

"Hardly dignified to stomp around, waddling because the clothes are too thick for proper movement, is it?" She wrinkled her nose before turning and starting again.

Sam followed closely, not letting Helen out of her sight. The woman was very different than how she would have thought at first. She watched the way she moved, so sure of herself, yet the glimpse she had just been given was everything but. Opening her mouth, she asked, "What was it like, having kids?"

Helen stopped. Coming about fully, she stared at Sam. "I only had my daughter. Ashley was everything I could have hoped and dreamed for. I waited a very, very long time to have her in my life. Even though there were trying times and she certainly worked at my patience on occasion, I would not trade any of it."

Nodding, Sam debated on what to say next. Helens answer had been the one that she had gotten over and over with every person she asked, including Jack. Helen interrupted her thoughts.

"Have you been trying?"

"For a bit, but not extensively yet. Jack had a son, Charlie. He died over ten years ago, shot himself with Jack's personal weapon." Sam looked over the pristine snow, begging for something to stop her from speaking. She was revealing way too much. "I always wanted a family, but I think I'm too late."

"Nonsense," Helen said. She started toward the direction she had been heading, waiting for Sam to follow behind. "You're young enough to still have a child."

"I'm getting close to not being able to, and there are other complications to consider."

"Like what?" Helen expected an answer typical of an older American woman: low estrogen, ovarian cysts. The one she received made her stop walking. "Pardon?"

"Metal. I have a foreign metal in my blood stream that makes traditional medical practices difficult. It also makes traditional medicines less effective."

Helen nodded her head, glancing over Sam's form. "I specialize in abnormal medical practices. If you wanted me to take a look, I'd be willing."

"I doubt you'd have the security clearance," Sam mumbled and stepped beyond where Helen had stopped.

"You'd be surprised."

They made it to the clearing where the Harsuth attack had occurred. Both women were winded, and their cheeks were red from the biting cold. Helen knelt down and started to uncover the dead animal glad that it was still located where she had left it. She didn't see any bite marks to indicate that another creature had taken a chunk out of it. That was to her advantage. She would have to go in search of another poisoned abnormal.

"What are you going to do with it?" Sam asked, still standing behind Helen, watching her.

"I need to move it and dispose of it. I can't leave it out here."

She stepped back to observe the situation and to try and work through exactly how they were going to get rid of it. Sam looked at Helen briefly before pulling her glove off her right hand. "I have an idea."

"What is it?" Helen turned and watched Sam reach under her jacket and for the weapon she'd seen only days before.

Sam pressed a button and the thing grew longer. "Stand back."

Moving to stand beside Sam completely, Helen watched as the woman aimed and fired the weapon. A bolt of electricity came from the edit of it and wrapped around the Harsuth. Sam hit it again, and again. The third time, the body of the animal disappeared. Sam closed the weapon and shoved it back under her jacket.

"What was that?" Helen stepped forward into the only part of dirt she could see, where the beast had once been.

"It's called a Zat Gun. But you didn't hear it from me."

Helen turned back, grinning. "It sounds like something Tesla would engineer."

"Maybe."

At Sam's furrowed brow, Helen decided to give in. "I went to school with Nikola. The man is an egotistical maniac, but quite genius."

"You went to school with Nikola Tesla?"

Helen smiled. "Aye, I did." She had a sly grin on her face.

Staring and judging, Sam weighed whether or not Helen was telling the truth. With everything she had seen in her lifetime, she figured it was better not to judge. "Are you a Gou'ald?"

"Hardly, I age very slowly, something in my genetic makeup." She fed Sam the same line she had fed Ashley for years.

"When were you born?"

"Before your grandfather, I'm sure." Helen started back to the house. "I had Ashley when I was 134 years old. You can never be too old to have a child." Helen threw one last smile over her shoulder before she moved quickly through the snow.