A/N: This is my first attempt at a fluff piece. I expect it to be HORRIBLE. You can flame all you want, but if you do, at least point out what I did wrong. If I get enough reviews, then I will add another chapter.

Carter slowly admired his handiwork. In total, he'd booby-trapped the entire training course with 57 flashbangs and 35 auto turrets, loaded with training ammo, of course, hooked up to a plethora of trip wires, a few pressure plates, and several Infra Red detectors. It was an initiation test for the latest member of Noble team. Convinced with his thoroughness, he carefully started his traceless route through the traps, but back to the base on his way up, he noticed a pair of boot tracks, seven and a half size jackboots to be precise. He knew of only 3 people stationed here at Frost Station with those size boots, one of which was the rather crafty new member of Noble Team. They led to a cliff with a perfect overlook of the testing area. Carter hated cheaters. He stealthily made his way through the bush leading to the edge of the cliff. Indeed, sitting there on the edge of the cliff was a form silhouetted against the moon. Carter moved slowly, making sure his footsteps were just as solid, yet no louder than a rock. Then, when he was about a yard and a half away, suddenly he was on his back, with a trench knife tight against his throat: the person on the edge of the cliff was now on top of him. He instinctively put his pistol to their side, but quickly removed it when he saw the ice blue eyes of his attacker. "Are all women this frisky?" he asked, feeling the tug of the knife on his Adams Apple even as he spoke. "Carter?" a voce, tinted with a strange, half Slavic, half Asian accent, nearly whispered. Kat quickly rolled off him and sheathed her knife. "I-I…I'm sorry for…just now…" She stuttered an apology, blushing like mad, as she brushed an errant lock of hair from her forehead. "Nah, don't be." Carter said, picking himself up and brushing himself off, "It's just how they trained us. 'sides, I needed a shave." Carter said, sitting next to Kat, who had returned to her position on the cliff. "Yeah… Hey, Carter?" Kat questioned, uncertainty, seeping into her voice. Carter looked over and locked eyes with her, signifying his attention before they both turned back to gazing at nothing "Remember what they taught us about feelings?" she asked tenetively, "They said feeling would kill you, one way or the other." She restated wearily. Indeed, Carter remembered those lessons back at the academy. "Hardening" Mendez had called it "Dehumanizing" was more like it. Good thing he unlearned things rather easy. "Well, I've been feeling a lot of things lately, Carter, and the thoughts HAVE been killing me. I think that…" she took a deep breath, "Maybe disregarding the 'don't rely on anyone but yourself' lesson would be best for me. Think of it as a test of faith. If you repeat the words I'm about to tell you, I will personally gut you." She stated. She was going to tell him, finally, tell him what she felt about him, whether he liked it or not. "I've got some things I think we should talk about, too." Tonight, Carter would finally say what he wrote in all the letter he wrote every night, but promptly threw in the incinerator for their ridiculousness "I-" they both started at the same time, before chuckling to themselves and apologizing, begging the other to go first,

"You see, Carter, I think…"

"Kat, what I've wanted to tell you…"

"No matter how ridiculous it seems…"

"What I've not had the courage to tell you is that…"

"No matter how small the odd of it working out for us…"

"You mean more to me than a squad mate…"

"What I'm trying to say is…"

"Hell, I guess you could say that…"

"I love you." They finished at exactly the same time