DISCLAIMER: I dont own Halo, Young Justice, Shania Twain etc. This is my first fic and i wrote it at 1 a.m. so please be gentle!

It was extremely early in the morning and I couldn't help but wonder if anyone was awake.

"probably not.." I muttered to myself. the team had a late night case and they all came back thoroughly exhausted. I contemplated getting back in bed and sleeping for a few more hours but I was long past sleep now. I couldn't help but smile as I ran my fingertips over the spines of my books. Thousands of words printed on crisp parchment, describing amazing scenes and characters. How I adore my books. Ever since I could read, I have had books surrounding me. They're my greatest treasure. But, as I pondered which one to grab a different urge overtook me. One that hadn't been satisfied in quite a while. As I quickly crossed my room, I grabbed my ipod, and a game case and began my stealthy creeping down the hallway. I caught a glimpse of my reflection and couldn't help but smile. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail, my arms wrapped protectively around my game case and my ipod headphones swinging wildly. My pjs looked…. awesome. (weekend pjs are usually loose and comfy bottoms and either an overly large shirt, like XXX huge, or a tank top.) It currently was blue plaid pj bottoms and a pink tank top. Every few feet down the hallway, I would jump about 5ft in the air due to some random sound. After several agonizing slow minutes, I finally reached my destination. I couldn't help but smile triumphantly and do a little twirlin fist pumpin action. Bad idea. I wasn't exactly watching where I was going hit the couch with my foot, and apparently the couch wanted revenge because it came up and hit me hard on the side of my head.

"D'ARVIT!" I whisper yelled as I sat up rubbing the side of my head.

"That hurt! stupid couch!" After sitting for a few minutes just glaring at the couch, I grabbed my fallen possessions, and just to show off to the couch a little, I did a front flip over it and landed neatly without a sound.

"Take that couch!" I said whilst smiling triumphantly.

"Now if you will excuse me, I have some vidageek needs that I have to attend to." I crouched intently by the bottom of the TV and hit the little open button on the game consol. I smiled fondly as I opened my game case and placed the disk in the slot. Once everything was set up I grabbed my pink, yes pink, controller and my ipod and jumped onto the couch landing criss cross. I placed my ipod by my side, put in the ear phones, adjusted the volume, and started grinning wildly.

" Player sign in" the Xbox 360's machine voice said.

"Hmmm… AHA! Found it!" I moved the cursor over the winged dark angel and pressed A.

"BrokenHart signed in." The 360 stated.

"Yesssssss!" I was totally entranced as the 360 started loading and finally the sad yet appropriate men chorus sounding song came on and I was transported to seventh heaven. For the next 3 and a half hours the only sounds where of various guns firing, the cheering of children as confetti appears where a grunts head used to be accompanied by my laughter, my occasional

"Take that you stupid covenant!" comment or my busting into a random song that started playing on my ipod. At one point I even burst into tears when I remembered that Spartan 117 was dead.

"NOOOO! SPARTAN! YOU JUST CANT BE DEAD!"

A few sobs and 1 internet article later..

Im curled up on the couch, clutching my controller sobbing uncontrollably.

"Spartan!" *sob* "Im sorry!"

15 minutes after my lovely episode..

The sun is finally beginning to rise and my character is going on a psycho, trigger happy spree shooting everything in sight. Including the occasional teammate.

"Haha. Woopsie! Friendly fire!" I giggled to myself. After a moment of silence in respect of the last level, my eyes widened I broke into an "ooo! I love this song and I have been up since 1 a.m. being psycho" grin. I jumped up, ipod in one hand, game controller in the other and proceeded to dance wildly in a circle and lip-singing Shania Twain. Unfortunately for me, I didn't hear footsteps coming from the hallway, nor the groggy early morning groan from Wally as he walked into the room with a jug of milk. As soon as I noticed him and his incredulous look, I stopped twirling, mouth agape and probably turned 7 different shades of red.

"Dude!"