This was my friend's idea, and I decided to write it. It will be a four-shot (duh!). It will be post and pre-Huntress.

I don't own Night World. Jez is 13, Morgead 14. (Pre-Huntress)

Jez and Morgead: Seasonal Fights

Jez POV

Spring

"Did you have to invite him?" I muttered to my Uncle Bracken.

"Yes, and I'm sure you won't be as bored if Morgead helps you. Don't argue. You are planting those flowers if it kills you."

I crossed my arms. Morgead and I had gotten into a big fight because he hadn't talked to me for a month. A whole friggin' month! He'd ignored me before, but this time it was worse. I went round his to talk to him and he slammed the door in my face. Well, I wasn't having that, so I stopped going to see him. It had been two months since we'd seen each other at all.

The doorbell rang. Neither I nor Uncle Bracken went to get it.

"I'm not getting it for that... for that piece of -- "

"Jez!" he interrupted me, glaring angrily. He sighed and got up to get the door. I heard frantic whispering from the hall, and Uncle Bracken called out, "Get here, Jezebel!"

I looked around frantically, trying to find an open window, a trapdoor that may have suddenly materialized, anything, but I came up blank.

I heard an angry muttering from just outside the door, Uncle Bracken. I quickly sorted out my expression and tried to look maturely angry.

"Get your backside outside, Jezebel. You said you were going to help, and you are not backing out."

I just watched him.

"If you want to beat Morgead at any game, you have to show that you're more mature than him, and going out there and showing that you're unaffected will show him just that."

As soon as Uncle Bracken had said 'beat Morgead' he'd sparked my interest. If anything, I still wanted to beat him at any game we played. And even if it was something as futile as a maturity game, I still wanted to beat him. Maybe even more so, as he was a year older than me.

Uncle Bracken saw the sudden interest in my expression and stepped back from the door. "Show him that your maturity is better. It'll work. He'll be the one who looses."

I started for the door and walked to the hall. Morgead was leaning against the wall next to the front door. I went up to the door without talking or looking at him and opened it to go outside.

I would treat him like a stranger, but I would be polite. That'd show him.

Morgead followed me out and went to the shed to get some tools. Most of the plastic flower pots that I'd been to buy two days ago were next to the front door. I lugged them over to the empty flower bed and kneeled down, waiting for Morgead to come over.

Morgead came back with two small spades and a filled water-bucket. He handed me one spade and started digging with his own. I didn't say anything, just got some of the flowers out from the pots and handed them to him. We worked silently, and I felt Morgead's gaze rest on me often. I didn't look at him.

"Jez?" he asked after a few minutes.

"What?" I answered, still not looking at him.

"How long are we going to stay not talking?" he asked.

"Indefinitely," I answered. I wasn't going to give him more than one word answers.

"Jez... why?" he asked. His voice had a desperate edge to it. Good. He was going to have to beg on his knees if he wanted forgiveness

I shrugged in response. He should know.

I felt him watching me again, but I didn't look at him. I stubbornly fought the strange moisture that threatened to spill out of my eyes. Why did I feel like crying? It wasn't as if I was loosing someone really close to me...

But I knew that if I was no longer friends with Morgead, I would be loosing my best friend.

I didn't know how long I could fight the tears.

"I've got to go," I said. Thankfully my voice was steady.

I got up and span round, almost running to the door –

And stopped when something hit me on the back.

It was wet. Very wet. I turned round furiously and saw that Morgead was standing a few feet behind me, the water bucket in his hands.

The empty water bucket.

I grinned before I could stop myself. I saw Morgead's relief in his eyes.

"You did not just do that."

His eyes were a bit more frantic as he looked around quickly, trying to find another water bucket. He came up blank.

"Actually, I did," he said. He smiled sheepishly.

I moved slightly, closer to where the hose was. I knew Morgead had no idea where it could be.

"Then you're going to pay," I said.

His eyes widened as I span around to pick up the hose-pipe and turned it on, aiming at him. He laughed and launched himself at me, trying to wrench it from my grasp. He managed to, after a bit of fighting, and turned it on me. I screamed and sprinted for the flower bed. I picked up a handful of the dirt and threw it at him. He managed to dodge it, but slipped and the hose fell out of his hand. I picked it up quickly and ran to the other side of the garden, keeping it on him.

After a lot of fighting, I managed to have him on the floor, begging for mercy. We were both soaking wet by that time, and covered in dirt. I collapsed next to him, still holding on tight to the hose, giggling weakly.

"We should do that more often," I said.

"As long as I get to win next time," Morgead said.

Right, the reason that Morgead wasn't talking to Jez was because he was going through a stage when he wanted to be alone, as this is a few months after his mum left. And I suppose he didn't want to seem weak to Jez, so he just pushed her away. At least they made up!