The mistletoe dangled in his fingers lazily as he had one eye open and his arm propping his head up. He smiled and tried to think. Think about what the point was for mistletoe. Why people always fussed over it. Why it had the power to make people kiss when in his mind it was so stupid. It was just a little flower. Oh, how he loathed Christmas. He hated the holiday season. But he always played along for her.

As she entered the room, she looked over at him and set the boxes of Christmas ornaments down on the floor in front of the bare tree.

"What in God's name are you doing?" He asked without looking at her. He stared at the piece of mistletoe and knew she was standing over him.

"I am just doing what 18 asked of me, 17," she replied. "I'm decorating the Christmas tree."

"And why, may I ask, do we have a tree in my living room?" He sat up and set the mistletoe aside.

"Because 18 told me to get it, okay?" She started hanging the lights and wrapping them around the tree. "Any other questions, 17?"

He pushed his black hair behind his ear and sighed. His blue eyes shone bright and they were lit with the light from the fireplace. The scarf that was wrapped around his neck was making him sweat and the fact that the fire was going just made it worse.

"Is it still snowing?" He asked. She was caught up in the tree so much she was unable to hear him. "Delilah, is it still snowing or not?"

"Well, if you were paying attention, you could tell by the snow on my clothes and boots, now wouldn't you?"

17 sighed and groaned as he leaned back on the couch. He ran his fingers through his hair and laughed a little. "I don't enjoy your sarcasm."

"I don't really care," she replied. She kept stringing the lights and smiled. It was the first time she had talked to him in about two weeks and she was happy that he wasn't mad at her. She smiled bigger.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" he said standing up. She was quiet and ignored him as she tried to string the lights around evenl. "Delilah, I'm sorry."

"It's whatever," she replied. she plugged in another string of lights to make sure they were all working and then started streaming them around the tree, picking up where she left off. There was a sudden burst of cold air and they both sensed it. Their abilities made them know who was coming into the cabin without even having to look around the corner.

"Hey, 18," 17 said as he grabbed a box from the couch. Delilah eyed him carefully and was scared he would break something.

"Hey," she said walking into the room, her arms full of bags. "Whatcha guys- Oh, Delilah you're putting the tree up! Thank God."

"Who gave you permission to tell her to put the tree up?" 17 snarled. He took out an ornament and examined it carefully. "And why? You hate Christmas just as much as I do."

"I know, 17, I know," 18 replied. She set the bags down on the floor and grabbed a string of lights. "But look, this is the best time of the year for us and for Delilah. Now, I know we always hated it, but c'mon, be a good sport."

17 groaned and then stomped out of the room. Delilah sighed hard and finished the light string she was stringing. Her eyes were lit from the glow of the lights and 18 could tell something was bothering her. She just wanted her to be happy, especially since they were stuck together for the rest of her life.

18 let out a soft smile and a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" Delilah asked. She started on another string of lights. Her focus was completely on the lights and getting this damn tree done.

"It's funny how my brother likes you and all you can see is his bad side," 18 replied. She put on the first ornament and smiled. Delilah had a horrified look on her face and she could just tell it was going to be nothing but absolute trouble for the both of them.

"He does not like me," she replied. "He can't stand me. And I can't stand him to be honest."

"Me thinks thou doth protest too much," 18 said waving her finger in Delilah's face. "Oh ye of little faith."

"Quit quoting the Bible," Delilah said smacking her hand away. "It's just a bunch of bullshit he pulls to try and get other people to feel sorry for him."

18 smiled and handed her a box of ornaments, taking the light string that was in her hands. "Don't be so sure of yourself, Delilah. I know that android better then he knows himself."