I don't own anything. Twain's got the story unfortunately. Well, that's probably a good thing. I'd never be able to write a book to his standers of perfection.

Okay, so if you have not read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn you will need to know that Huck ran away from the widow Douglas with her slave Jim and through a series of tedious events, Jim gets caught. Huck wants to get him back and so he goes to search for Jim. He meet's Tom's Aunt Sally and gets mistaken for Tom. Then Tom turns up. This fic starts after they have acclaimed themselves as Tom and Sid. Huck is impersonating Tom and the real Tom is impersonating his brother Sid. And there is still the matter of rescuing Jim before he gets sold.

Asleep at Aunt Sally's

Huckleberry Finn lay in bed with Tom close beside 'im. It was awful scarce that he ever got to sleep with anyperson, so he was amusing hiself by watchin' Tom's breathin' chest. He wanted desperately to huddle up close to the sleeping figure, because it was a lot colder tonight than any he'd felt in a while. But, for some reason huddling close to Tom wasn't like huddling close to Joe Harper nor Ben Rogers. Huck always felt a little shy when he got awful close to Tom. And he knew for certain that it warn't Tom's fault. No, Tom acted just like any other boy Huck knew. Only...Tom had more style. Or that was the way Tom always put it. He knew a good deal more about style from all them books he's readin'. Huck could read a bit, but he hadn't had much time to get good, since he left the wider's.

Huck shifted so he was starin' up at the ceiling, the old, but clean rafters creaking from the wind outdoors. He sighed, but his teeth chattered so much when he did, that he didn't sigh no more. He fell to remembering. He remembered when him an' Tom was in the graveyard, so long ago it seemed. He 'ad been so afeard that the devils were chasin' them, that he'd practically been sittin' in Tom's lap. He remembered the strong feel of Tom's waist under his clinging arms. An' the smell of clothes that used to be clean, but sweat and dirt had tried to quench it out. And of course, them words Tom had said to try to comfort him. Huck sighed and shivered as his mind crept onto the thought of ol' Injun Joe. Then it skipped on to the treasure and how he'd gived his share to the Judge Thatcher. Becky's father.

Huckleberry did not much care for Becky and the reason was clear. She was in love with Tom and Tom was in love with her. For the first while, Huck told hiself that the reason he was so against Becky was that she was stealing his best friend. If Tom got married, Huck wouldn't have a playmate anymore. Huck had seen it before. Good boys growin' up as soon as they find a girl. But Huck lost a lot of respect and trust for grownups. He never wanted to see that happen for Tom. That was his reason for hating the girl in the beginning. But now he warn't so sure. He snuck a glance at the moonlit boy beside him and he found to dark blue eyes peering back at him in the moonlight.

"By Lordy, Tom you scared me half t' death!" Tom smiled softly and said nothin'. Huck couldn't meet his gaze for long so he looked at an interesting seam in the quilt. A herd o' shivers came galloping over his small body again and Huck glanced at Tom to see if he noticed. The sandy brown eyebrows knitted together in concern. Huck looked away again.

"You cold, Hucky?" the voice was gentle, just above a whisper. Huck looked at Tom. Was that the way he talked to Becky when they were alone? It was a tone, Huck rarely heard nor associated with Tom Sawyer. But it warn't a bad tone. Almost...

sentimental.

"N-nawt much." Huck lied. He figured lyin' warn't too bad an offense when compared to cuddlin' with Tom. Huck didn't know fer certain, but he figured it was wrong for two boys to be romancin'. Not that that was what they's doin'. And not that Huck took much care in doin' what was right, neither.

Huck felt like swearin' somethin' fierce when the shivers came again, right as Tom closed his eyes. He hoped fer all the world that the curly-haired boy hadn't seen.

"Then why're ya shivern'?" Huck tucked his legs up to contain the warmth.

"I ain't nether." Tom scooted closer to Huck so that the older boy could feel his breath on his tanned nose.

"Y'ar too. I keep feelin' it. Yer shakin' the mattress." Huck bit his lip. He couldn't deny it. And if he did, likely Tom'd ask why he was shakin' the mattress, then. He couldn't come up with anything at the moment.

"Well... it's a bit cold, but not much. I's fine, Tom." Tom smiled sympathetically again and wrapped his arms around Huck, tuckin' the smaller boy's head against his chest and resting his chin on Huck's head.

"You's never sayin' things as bad as they are, Huckleberry." the statement was meant to scold the boy, but the voice implied that it was more of a quality Huck possessed. Huck frowned, confused, but soon found hiself sighing contently (despite his firm decision not to) against the warm body. He even wrapped a timid arm around the younger boy's waist. Sleep came easy after that.

I got more if you want it. But if I dont get reviews I won't bother. Sorry for the short chapter, but if I didn't stop here, I don't know where I'd stop.