Note: Once again I'd like to thank you all for reading/reviewing/following this story. I know there are some unanswered questions, and I apologize for that, but like I said in the beginning, this was a Christmas present and at the time it had been way overdue and I needed to wrap things up. I saw the opportunity with an epilogue and I took it, though I definitely could have written more scenes throughout the twins' recovery, especially since many of your reviews made me think about some parts of the story that could've been wrapped up or otherwise addressed. But there I go, overlooking some details. Sorry!

So anyways, this part is going to more lighthearted than the rest of the story, and though it's at an end now, I hope you enjoy! Thanks again!

Epilogue

Six months later…

"Sam! What did you do with my fishing pole!" Jack yelled as he rushed around, trying to gather together everything they still needed to pack before they could leave. He stumbled slightly and cursed as his prosthetic foot caught at the edge of the living room rug. He'd had the new leg for almost four months now, but not having feeling in the new artificial appendage still tripped him up once in a while when he wasn't careful.

"I already put it in the truck!" Sam returned from down the hall in their bedroom. "Did you call your brother?"

"Yeah, he and Nikki just got to Harry's a few hours ago." Jack zipped up the duffle bag on the couch and started to heft it over his shoulder when he looked up to find Sam standing at the top of the lounge steps. She already had her last bag in hand and was ready to head out the door, looking at him with her head tilted in amusement. His brows furrowed. "What?"

Her eyebrows lifted as she smiled. "Did you plan on driving up to the cabin in your underwear?"

Jack glanced down to find he was only half dressed in a loose button up golf shirt and grey boxer briefs. Frowning, he rolled his eyes at himself and dropped his bag as Sam giggled. "For cryin' out loud," he muttered under his breath. Now Jack remembered he'd been in the middle of getting dressed before taking a detour to find his fishing pole in fear they'd leave for the trip without it.

Sam wandered out of view, and as Jack limped up the steps, watched her step out of the dining room holding his shorts. He snatched them from her with a muttered, "Thanks." He allowed Sam to hang onto his elbow to keep him balanced as he put on his shorts one leg at a time, then straightened to pull them up all the way.

"Ready to go now?" Sam laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Jack heaved a sigh. "Yes!"

She moved toward the door. "Don't forget your bag!"

He stopped half way down the hall and gave himself a slap on the forehead. "D'oh!"

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MacGyver pulled on his shirt and worked on the buttons slowly, his left hand giving him trouble as usual. After his injuries from the train crash months ago had healed, the doctors had removed the cast on his left arm only to discover, during physio, that he'd also suffered nerve damage in his arm. They'd taken him in for surgery as soon as possible to try and repair some of the damage, but even Mac had known his arm would never be the same. He'd lost some feeling in his arm as well as some dexterity in his hand. Mac had been disappointed and frustrated with the news, but he didn't want to get discouraged or complain. His twin brother had lost his leg, for cryin' out loud, and MacGyver could only consider himself lucky that his head injury hadn't left him with any defects other than the occasional headache.

"Hey Mac, Jack called to say they were on their way," Nikki announced as she stepped into the bathroom where he'd been changing his shirt.

"Alright, good." Nodding, Mac smiled at his new fiancée. He was sure he would have gone off into brooding mode if not for her, but she'd stuck by him and stubbornly pushed him to do better and continue with his therapy even when it had seemed hopeless. He owed a lot to her, and when she'd accepted his marriage proposal a month earlier, Mac couldn't have been happier.

"Dinner should be ready by the time they get here, then you boys can go fishing while Sam and I stay in to drink wine and gossip." Nikki winked at him teasingly, her hips swaying as she approached him.

Mac smiled at her, not even minding as she pushed his hands aside and finished buttoning his shirt for him. He brought his hands up to gently cradle her face, then leaned down for a tender kiss. "I love you, Nik," he murmured against her lips.

Her dark eyes were bright and passionate as she gazed up at him, her hands now flat against his chest. "I love you, too, Mac."

.

Lounging in camp chairs at their grandfather's favorite fishing hole, Jack and Mac drank their beers and chatted amicably, a small campfire behind them. Neither man had much interest in actually catching anything, and in fact both had cast their fishing lines with un-baited hooks. They'd fish for real another day, but for now, in the dusky evening, the brothers were just enjoying the company and the fresh mountain air.

"So how's it feel getting one step closer to being a committed man?" Jack asked his twin teasingly with a lazy sideways glance.

Mac lifted his beer, the mouth of the bottle barely touching his lower lip as he turned to his left. "Honestly?" He sank back in his chair with a slow smile spreading across his face as he gazed distantly out over the lake. "Pretty damn great."

Jack nodded, grinning in amusement and thinking about his wonderful wife hanging back at the cabin. Suddenly, he set his beer down and got to his feet, listing sideways slightly before he corrected his balance. He started to reel in his fishing line.

"What? You get a bite?" Mac gave him a weird look, confused with his brother's behavior.

"What are we doing here?" Jack countered with a goofy grin. He was already moving about, folding his camp chair and heading toward the water bucket to douse the fire. "I wanna get back to my beautiful wife." His expression brightened as Mac nodded quickly in agreement and started packing up as well.

"Good idea."

Jack paused and gave his brother a joking dangerous glare. "You want to get back to my wife?"

Mac rolled his eyes and tossed his baseball cap at him. "You know what I mean!"

Chuckling, Jack just shook his head and started toward the truck. "Yeah, I know. C'mon, let's get back to our girls already!"

"Yeah, yeah," Mac muttered, coming up behind him, carrying his folded camp chair.

.

When they got back to the cabin, the girls were sitting around a fire out back, their voices more than a little warm and floaty from the wine. Jack unfolded his camp chair and parked right beside Sam as Mac did the same with Nikki. He threw an arm across his wife's shoulders and leaned over to kiss her.

"You taste like beer," she said, smiling into the kiss.

"You taste like wine," he countered with amusement.

"Maybe we'll get drunk off each other," Sam joked, all giggly and smiles, scooting her chair closer as she hugged his right arm and leaned into him.

Jack shook his head, grinning. "You get silly when you're drunk," he chuckled as she laid her head on his shoulder. "It's cute."

"So are you," Sam murmured, turning her face into the side of his neck and causing Jack to laugh again.

"Oh, get a room you two!" Mac shouted, Nikki laughing beside him and telling him to shut up.

Jack ignored his brother and turned a sly glance to his wife. He snapped to his feet and tugged her up with him. "Good idea!" Sam shrieked with laughter, stumbling slightly as he dragged her back to the cabin. "Dibs on the big bedroom tonight!"

There was a silent pause, then he heard Mac's disgruntled shout as they reached the door. "JACK!"

.End.