A/N: Happy Christmas! This is for the followers I've gained during "All is Hell That Ends Well", because you must support Tennessee and Caboose a little if you're still reading it, haha. I came up with this in a dream, and so I decided to write it down. It's gonna be short, and it's gonna be done across maybe a few days. I'll post and extra special something on Christmas, perhaps ... If you've all been good this year, anyway, hahaha!

I hope you enjoy this little tiny story! 3 -DT

Chapter 1

That Special Something

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Blue Base,

No Spartan was stirring, not even a trace.

The helmets were chucked on the floor with no care,

And tinsel hung loosely and free in the air.

Caboose was asleep and Church was not there,

Tucker had gone to sit on the stair.

Tex was awake but noise she not make,

And Tenn was with 'Boose, stroking his hair.

Okay, so it was the night before Christmas, but there really was no Spartans stirring. All of the Blue Team was preparing for the big days ahead; Church was talking to Texas about where to put the tree for it was in the way of the corridor, while Tucker was talking to Tennessee about what she wanted for Christmas. Tennessee had refused to tell him, as it was impossible for her to have, despite how much Tucker insisted he would help. Caboose wasn't within the Blue base; he was sat outside on the roof of the Base, looking a little glum. His helmet was beside him, and his blonde hair shifted lightly in the delicate breeze that swept past him momentarily.

Out of all of the things one could wish for at Christmas, Michael J. Caboose chose the hardest thing, and it was only a single item. This particular thing, however, could not be found in any shop or market. There was only one of this particular things, and he wanted it so badly, he wrote a letter to Santa stating that he had been a really good boy this year, and that he was in love with this item he desired so much, and he just simply had to have it; he didn't know if he could survive without it. Caboose was nervous at his very special proposition, as he was aware how rare it was, and the chances of him getting it were slim, but he didn't get his hopes up, and he kept wishing for that one thing.

Avery Williamson, probably better known as Agent Tennessee, wanted a similar kind of thing – one of a kind and painful to get. No one in Blue Base but her knew what it was, but she wasn't complaining – that was probably a good thing. Tucker still bothered her though, and she ended up pushing on his chest lightly, and smirking, before walking to the kitchen. Tucker followed her still, however, and got maybe a little too close to her, and when Church entered the kitchen with Texas behind him, he pretended to gag and punched Tuckers' shoulder.

"Give the lady some space!" He exclaimed, and Texas chuckled behind him. Both Church and Texas knew Tucker liked Tennessee quite a lot, but they also knew it was just another one of his silly crushes, so they teased him about it. Tennessee was cool about the whole idea, because she only had eyes for one other in the canyon. She knew it was going to hurt Tucker when he found out though, but she couldn't just date Tucker without liking him, that would be silly. When Church and Texas left, Tucker remained close to Tennessee, and was looking over her shoulder as she flicked through a magazine of some sort. Behind them, Caboose walked through the door, his helmet loosely in his left hand and a mug of strong tea in his right, he stopped walking when he noticed the two, his mouth gaping a little. Tucker turned and smiled at the cobalt soldier.

"Oh, hey, Caboose." Tucker looked extremely happy, Caboose observed, and considering the circumstances, there could only be one source of that. Tucker watched as the little Spartan's eyes widened, and he could see every little part of the soldier break down, one by one. First his eyes started to water, and then he appeared to go weak in the knees, before he started to breathe jaggedly. All of a sudden, Caboose's hands grew incredibly weak, and he dropped both his helmet and the mug of the remaining tea, a shattering noise of glass and metal echoing through the base, not just from the mug breaking, but the visor of his helmet smashed too. Tucker had held his breath from the moment he saw the soldier break down, and only now did he catch it, as Tennessee span around to look for the source of the noise, but only saw Caboose's back as he fled from the room before either of them could see his true feelings. Tennessee sighed, as Tucker began to pick up shards of glass from the floor, and she walked over to his helmet, kneeling down and picking it up. While she was kneeling, she turned the helmet and looked at the visor, her face falling as she noticed what the cobalt Spartan had done to his armour. She picked up the large pieces, before sweeping up the rest, putting the golden glass in the bin. Tucker approached her and shook his head sadly, while Tennessee stroked the sharp edges where the glass had shattered.

"It's my fault." He said, looking at the helmets damage. "I was too close to you. I should have known better." Tennessee raised an eyebrow, her azure eyes meeting his.

"What do you mean?" She questioned; her face was sincere, and she wanted to fix this – And that wasn't just the helmet. Tucker looked up at her shyly, and a smile hinted at his lips.

"I can't believe you don't know." He chuckled softly. Tennessee didn't like his stalling, and she looked back at the helmet, avoiding his eye contact.

"What don't I know?" She asked, her voice strangely tender, but contained a hint of hardiness. Tucker scratched the back of his head and scrunched his mouth up to one side.

"Caboose won't forgive me for this but …" He laughed to himself a little as he felt Tennessee get a little annoyed. "He really, really likes you."