His friends were like family to him but it wasn't the same. He wanted to know what it felt like to have an actual family. To have a mom or dad or even two moms or two dads. He wasn't picky though, he would settle for anything. It didn't have to be biological..just something else.

Samara talked about starting family, using the term lucky fo describe it. She wanted a family of her own which was great for her. He, on the other hand, was just trying to get through another day. He hadn't given the idea of starting a family of his own a single thought. It was the last thing on his mind. He didn't even know the first thing to being a father.

"I know...friends are great and everything...but sometimes a guy can't help but think of what could have been..." He sighed, looking toward the fire. He felt movement a few seconds after and then spotted that Samara had joined him on the floor. He studied the way the fire lit up the side of her face before gesturing permission for her to sit closer to him if she wanted.

He was feeling the slightest hint of a cull but it wasn't bad. It wasn't his first night staying in a house without heat in the middle of summer. He would be just fine but when he looked at her, he noticed that she was shivering. She wasn't going to survive the cold very well Sighing and biting the inside of his lip, he debated on his next move.

"Here, come closer to me," He held his hand out toward her. She would stay warmer with a second heat source When he held his hand for Samara She looked cold which worried him a little. He had a feeling the worst was yet to come

He wasn't sure if this was a good idea to allow her to be closer to him, not with whatever the hell that happened not too long ago with the dancing. But he as a soldier, was trained to pick up on body language and it was quite obvious that Samara was cold.

She seemed just as hesitant as him about this which in all reality, made him feel slightly better. If they both were hesitant it meant that neither one of them would do something out of character that would be questionable if repeated back to their bases.

Then Samara took his hand and he gently guided her toward his own body heat. He wasn't as cold as her, thicker skin. It wasn't his first power outage and his body was well adjusted to the Canadian cold. Hers was not. Once she was close enough that he could feel her body hest against his own, he wrapped his blanket around her, trapping both their body heats around the blanket.

"It's going to get bad, ain't it?"

He couldn't help the more accent twang to her voice at this statement. Samara sounded like she was in the deep south of the United States with her accent, there were some sentences that brought out the twang a little more than others.

"Things have to get worse before they get better," He shrugged, he hadn't looked at the radar in quite some time,"But we'll be okay and the storm will pass."

Then she mentioned about not being this cold for her whole entire life. He couldn't help but chuckle at that statement. He had also forgotten that he was still holding her hand,"I've been colder. Pretty sure I've danced with polar bears before on previous missions."

He really didn't want Samara freezing when she didn't have to. Not when he could do without heavy blankets. Being used to the cold meant he didn't have to lean onto the blankets or fire for warmth. Samara on the other hand, she was not made for storms like this. He was worried that she would get too cold before the night was over.

He did want the storm to cease so he could dig their way out of the cabin and go back to base. Samara would of course come with him and get questioned. However, his general wasn't unruly or prejudice. He was sure Samara would just be taken as a hostage, which wasn't the worst thing that would happen. Sure, some of his colleagues woul mock her but she would still be treated fairly.

"Hey this is a blizzard if that looks better on your trademark. Regular snows don't knock the power out," He commented when she mentioned how she could do hurricanes and not snow,"And I'd also be a baby if I dealt with hurricanes or flooding. I don't like the feeling of wet clothes."

"And Louisiana aye?" He smiled, leaning closer to whisper playfully in her ear,"That explains your cute ass accent."

Fabian could handle real war but war with weather? That was something he was not good at handling. The thought of rain becoming the enemy made him shudder a little. How could anybody live in a climate where rain was a bad thing. Then again, Samara could probably say the same about snow. On its own, snow is beautiful. The ugly stuff comes with ice and wind. Ice and wind were the culprits of power outages and being snowed in. That was something he hoped wouldn't happen to the both of them.

He couldn't help but make a comment about Samara's accent, even with warning signals flashing up in his mind. She might be from the United States but right now, they had a common goal to survive the storm. Surely that meant she wasn't the enemy anymore?

He felt her shudder at his whisper and couldn't help but grin slightly. Was that the type of response she was hoping to get from him when she tried seducing him? When she turned to look at him, he noticed the faintest hints of a blush, although they were kind of too close for him to see much else other than her eyes.

"What? My accent?" He did have the slightest hint of a Canadian accent. It was more noticeable when he said words like about and house. It was really just vowels that sounded different,"You're tripping. I thought you Americans made fun of us snow freaks for the way we say 'house'."

Fabian was trying to be careful. He didn't want whatever was trying to spark between them. He had been single for many, many years and had been fine. Why was he all of a sudden feeling the butterflies in his stomach with them being face to face? Why were they still face to face? What were they doing? And how come neither of them was trying to stop this?

He listened to her, a bit surprised. He figured that all Americans thought the same about Canadian accents, especially now that they were in war. He knew that the Canadian soldiers made fun of Americans. He did not though. Maybe it was the same for Samara.

"Well I like yours, it's different than the valley girl accents I hear on tv shows," Country southern accents were rare to hear. He could recognize it as country but that's about it. There was zero representation of this type of accent,"So tell me; what's unique about Louisiana other than it's where you are from?"