A/N: after writing Between Brothers, this sort of popped into my head. I just like the idea of it somehow. Review please? I promise to get back to my R/Hr prompts but I just want to know what ya'll think of this one. It's my first none R/Hr fic ever.

Give 'em Hell

Fred looked around him slowly. Everything looked different somehow, oddly out of focus and his body felt, well it didn't. He realized with a slow jolt he couldn't feel anything. Not the warm smoke filled air that just moments ago had beads of sweat dripping uncomfortably down his skin, not the loud thundering of his heart beats adrenaline driven quick thumping. None of it, it was all gone. He glance around at the hazy world around him, the noise so defining moments before, now came at him as if they were a long ways away.

As he turned around him, trying to understand what was going on and he saw an archway he'd never seen before glowing oddly in it's own light. It was the only thing in crisp clear focus and he stepped toward it gingerly. He could hear loud laughter behind the gossamer thin fabric draping delicately in the arch, fluttering softly in the breeze. The voices beyond sounded as if they were coming from a wild, enjoyable party and he felt himself inexplicably drawn toward it. A great force propelling him forward, towards the glowing entrance way, toward what sounded like the makings of the best party he'd ever been to.

"What does it sound like to you?" A voice to his left asked. He turned his head to see Peeves, hardly recognizable standing upright and somber. There was a slight smile to his face and his hand fingered the bow tie around his neck anxiously. He didn't bother asking him what he was talking about, he just knew.

"Can't you hear them, their laughing. It sounds like their having the greatest party ever. Do you want to come with me, to the party?" Fred asked him, unsure how, but Fred knew he was invited to that party and he felt an anxious desire to get going.

"We all hear something different. For some it's a single voice calling to them, for others it's a quiet chorus of loved ones beaconing to join them." Peeves looked at the archway with what could only be described as fear. How could Peeves fear that? He just felt peaceful as he got closer, who could fear that peaceful feeling? "No, I don't think I'll join you. If I didn't walk through mine it doesn't seem likely I'll walk through yours. Thanks for offering though, very thoughtful."

"What did you hear? If it's always different, what did yours sound like?"

"It's not important really, more important that I did walk through." Fred shrugged and began walking again. "You don't have to either ya know. No ones making you."

"I know." Was all Fred said in return. He cocked his head to one side, his eyes studying the archway again.

"If you stayed here with me, we'd have a great time. You should feel honored, there are dozens of others walking through their own archways right now, your the only one I'm offering this to." Fred turned his studying eyes on Peeves.

"What are you offering exactly."

"Forever. We could play tricks and pull pranks on those who walk the halls of this place until all of time had come and gone. We could be the best pair of tricksters this school has ever seen." Peeves eyes were glinting with the prospect of fun and mayhem.

Fred looked around him again at they hazy corridor he stood in. He saw a flashing glint of red hair and knew who it was despite the distortion.

"No thanks. I appreciate the offer and all but I'm already a founding member of the most awesome prank pulling pair ever. I'm not too interested in a repeat performance."

Peeves looked a little sad yet understanding at his words. Fred began moving again but stopped after only a few steps.

"If you get a chance, tell my other half," Fred struggled for words as the pull to walk towards his party became ever stronger. "tell him he was the best partner in crime the world has ever seen."

A part of him wanted to tell him something else, something warm and loving. That he loved him, that he would miss him, that there was an spare bottle of firewhiskey under the kitchen sink that he'd like his twin to drink for him. It didn't seem to fit though. He knew his brother would understand his meaning if he ever got the message and he really didn't think Peeves would pass along any of those other things anyway. Well, perhaps the firewhiskey.

He began stepping again, now only inches from his destination beyond the veil.

"Good luck." Peeves called loudly to him as he pulled the fabric aside with his hand.

"Give 'em hell for us Peeves." Fred hollered as he walked through the archway and became lost to Peeves sight. The mischievous poltergeist raised his hand in a salute before saying.

"Yes sir."