A/N: Wow, ANOTHER story?!

Well, not really This is going to be where I go when I can't think of anything to write, or any 'Deleted Scenes' from stories I've already done, so you might see some things from No love is Greater, Shattered, or even some of my movie re-writes!

I OWN NOTHING!

Enjoy!

Snow

"…isn't it a little cold out here for you to be patrolling, three toes?"

Leonardo didn't even flinch or turn at the sound of her voice, and instead he smiled to himself and let out a light chuckle. "Can't exactly help it," he said over his shoulder as he gazed down at the glittering city lights below, watching as cars and pedestrians moved through the streets that were lit up with those familiar seasonal lights. "After all, crime doesn't take a break. Not even during Christmas."

He heard her huff out a breath that was between a chuckle and a huff of annoyance behind him. "I see," she replied, her tone nonchalant. "Well then, what a fine way to spend the holidays, am I right?"

Leo shrugged in response.

He still didn't move, not even as she began to walk towards him. He didn't reach back for his swords when she came to stand on his left side and follow his gaze to the streets below. He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't here for a fight. Not this time.

Standing side by side on the rooftop, the two young ninjas noticed that snow was beginning to fall from the moonlit skies above. It was slow at first, few snowflakes floating one by one. Leo smiled to himself as he gazed up at the clouds, the snow falling just a little bit harder. "…wow," he breathed. "Guess we're having a white winter this year after all."

Next to him, Karai hummed in wordless agreement.

"What are you doing out here anyways?" he asked.

"It's my day off, oddly enough. What about you, Leo?"

"The guys are around. Probably mooching off at Murakami's place for a meal or something, knowing them."

"Huh."

They said no more then, simply succumbing to the beauty of the winter night as they stared up at the skies above, watching the snowflakes fall.

Leo still didn't turn his head, but he caught the subtle movement of her hands as she raised them slightly, cupping them together and holding them out in front of her as if to catch the snowflakes in her palms. Finally, Leo decided to give in to curiosity as he turned his head to face her fully. And he was quite taken aback at the sight of her.

In truth, she didn't look any different than what she usually did; same black outfit, same yellow died hair, same dark makeup over her eyes and painted on her lips…but it was the way her usual passive amber eyes lit up with something akin to wonder as she stared up at the sky, the way her hands cupped together to catch the melting crystals, the light from the streets below lighting up her pale face beautifully, the way the snowflakes seemed to dance around her thin yet firm frame a she stood as still as a stone statue…

…and was she smiling?

Like, a real, sincere smile?

She had always been beautiful before, of course she was. Leo had thought so the moment he'd laid eyes on her. But now…

He realized he was staring, and he quickly snapped himself out of his daydream and averted his eyes from her and back on the city. The two of them remained standing in silence at the edge of the rooftop, until…

"…were your cheeks always that red?" she asked.

He pouted. "Shut up."