Authors Note: I get the distinct feeling that this is going to be updated a bit more frequently then Book 4 itself, oops. This oneshot works with the assumption that it does snow sometime of the year in Haven, since it's never stated that it doesn't or anything; it is also adding an event that didn't truly happen (aka the snowfall itself) And now, enjoy!

Title: Snow Days

Era: Mid-Book 2 (Sometime after rescuing Samos)

Rating: PG-13 for minor swearing

Prompt: Even back in the days of Sandover, Tera never liked the cold; she definitely never liked the snow. But a little fun out in the white fluff may change her perspective a bit.

Dedicated to: Miisa again, because her excitement at seeing snow was what first brought this idea to mind.

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If there was one thing that Tera hated more than Lurkers, more than metal heads or Baron Praxis or yellow eco, it was the cold. And there was one thing she hated even more then the cold.

That damned white fluffy crap generally referred to as 'snow'.

As she knew from the two year's she and Daxter had spent free in Haven while Jak was held captive, it tended to snow at random times during a certain point of the year in the city, an annoying fact that she'd had to put up with. Back in Sandover it had been all sun all the time; only once had she had to put up with the chilliness that snow brought along with it, up on the Snowy Mountains back when they were fighting Gol and Maia.

There, snow had been expected. Here, it was a random, pain-in-the-ass event.

When she'd woken to find herself shivering (worse than usual, considering her bed-buddy had again stolen her blankets) and had looked out her window only to see white, she'd known immediately it was going to be a bad day. Lo and behold, her prediction had held true.

Barely seconds later, her comm. had gone off, summoning she and Jak and Daxter back over to the Underground to take care of some smaller issues. Muttering the whole time, Tera had bundled herself up in the extra layers she kept just for these situations and forced herself to leave the apartment, ignoring the laughter of her two companions.

Blue eco channelers were thin and tiny; they weren't made for cold weather, dammit.

Although the things that Torn had called them for were small matters, it took most of the morning to finish everything, and the trio headed home mid-afternoon through snow that was at least two feet deep, trudging as slowly as everyone else and hoping no guards would recognize them (not that they ever did, the idiots).

The Baron was unusually quiet today, they had already noted; no announcements rang out over the speakers, no Hellcats flew overhead, and barely any guards actually walked the street for once. It seemed almost as though the snow had put a damper on even Praxis' plans for the day, and as such Tera grudgingly gave the snow a point for the better.

If it kept the Baron from going through with any new schemes, it couldn't be all bad.

Or so she thought until someone decided to brush the snow off their balcony railing.

"FUCK!"

Jak halted mid-step at the loud curse from behind him, whirling with his hand on his gun, ready to shoot whatever had made her swear so openly. What confronted him instead made both he and Daxter paused, stare for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"This isn't funny! Shit!" the blonde girl glared vehemently at her so called friends, but the snow still falling from her head just made them laugh all the louder.

Huffing, Tera shook her head to dislodge the rest of the white from her hair, grumbling to herself as she bent and scooped up an armful of snow, approaching the boys while they were still busy laughing. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she dumped it right on Jak's head.

"Guh-!" that stopped the laughter, the male going bug-eyed as he swatted the snow from his hair, shivering now. Narrowed eyes went to the smirking face of his friend, teeth bared playfully as he bent to scoop up a handful, molding it into a ball, "You're gonna regret that, Ter."

"Eeep!" Tera squeaked and dodged the ball he threw at her, making a face back at him before taking off, laughing when he ran after her, still throwing snowballs. At one point she stopped and spun around, catching him in the chest with one of her own before running off again, dodging people in the streets as they ran around throwing snow at each other, Daxter still clinging to Jak's shoulder.

They wouldn't make it home till much later that night, all three soaked to the bone and shivering, but smiling as they hadn't in quite a long time.