This is a little fanfic I made up in Biology while I was supposed to be listening about cells, but everyone else was zoning out and face it….Halloween stuff is more fun to pay attention to. This was a present for Owltalon and Wolf so I hope you enjoy it. I know it's really short. Happy Halloween!
"Halt! I wanna go trick or treating!" Whined a fifteen year old Gilan. Halt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. After the effort became too difficult, he gave up and did so. Gilan completely ignored him.
Crowley, who had invited himself in earlier, laughed quietly. Gilan was still Undeterred. "Halt!"
"You know that Gilan on sugar is extremely unhealthy," Crowley contributed. Halt sent abaleful glare in his direction.
"I never guessed," he mutters. But rangers' ears were keen and Crowley only too well, picked up on the sarcasm.
"Might as well let him go unless you want a whiny, hyper, kid on your hands," suggested Crowley. Halt sighed in frustration. Why do people take such joy in picking on him?
"Fine."
"Yay!" Squealed Gilan, launching himself on Halt and throwing his arms around the grizzled ranger. "I'll try not to overdo it!"
Gillian's way of saying, "of-course-I'm-going-to-get-hyper-and-drive-you-nuts-all-night!"
So, Halt reflected on that night when Gilan had bounced off the walls throughout the night and nearly caused Halt to put an arrow through him as Will looked up at him in a pleading manner.
"Please Halt, can I go trick or treating?"