A/N: I got inspired by the insane amount of snow we're getting where I live. This was written for lita_fics, at LJ. The prompt word was blizzard.

The mystery guy is not named in this, so feel free to make your own decision as to who he is.


"Brrr," Lita shivered as she came through the door. She quickly removed her gloves and hat and set them on top of the large black stove in the middle of the room. Another shiver wracked her body and she made a face as she turned to the man sitting on the couch. He had an amused look on his face and Lita wanted to smack him for it.

"What the hell are you smiling at?" she snapped. "I'm the one who had to risk my life just to make sure you got your food." She rolled her eyes.

The amused look never left his face as he questioned,
"I take it the roads are still covered?"

"Yes, the roads are still covered," the redhead sniped, mocking his tone. "Here's your damn popcorn." She tossed a bag at him.

"Awesome!" The man clutched the bag as if it was a lifeline. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Lita answered, her tone still a bit grumpy. She moved to sit down on the couch beside of him.

"So, have you heard any updates on the weather?"

"According to the weather man, we're supposed to get six to twelve inches between tonight and early tomorrow morning," he replied, "and it looks like we're gonna be slammed really hard on Monday. So all in all, you better dig out the candles and the blankets, baby, 'cause we're about to have a blizzard."

"Ugh, you've got to be kidding me," Lita complained, slamming her hand down on the table. "Damn it, I hate snow."

"Move to a tropical climate, then," her companion replied evenly. "What? I don't see why everyone gets all panicky when it snows like this."

Lita rubbed her temples and sighed once more.

"That's because you're used to it," she stated. "I'm sorry, but I didn't grow up in an area where a foot of snow every day is a common thing."

The woman simply shrugged. The task of maneuvering her small car around the patches of ice and the snow drifts had been quite daunting, and she was more than glad to be home.
"I am never doing that again." She shot the guy a rather nasty glare. "The next time you want something, tell me before it starts pouring snow." Her head came back to rest against the pillowy cushions of the couch.

"Sorry," he said, not a bit sympathetic at all. "Want some popcorn?"