A/N: Here's yet another in my SasoDei Alphabet series.

I'm almost done with the damn thing! :D

This on top of the SasuNaru one shot you guys got earlier! Look at me go today! (I didn't intend to put this up tonight but I have to stay up to help my friend with some homework so I thought I'd finish this one up in the meantime-I started it like a week ago and have had it half finished since. D: )

Anyways, I'm fond of this idea. I originally wanted to make it a songfic, but didn't because none of the others were songfics. BUT. If it WERE to be a songfic, this is what I (obviously) would have put it to: .com/watch?v=Y25SgIwy2BE

Yes, that's the cover, not the original version of the song. But hey, I like the cover better. So there.

ENJOY!

Rain pounded against the ground and there was no cover in sight. No caves, no trees, no villages, nothing. They had found themselves in the middle of a barren wasteland during the worst storm either of them had encountered in a long time.

Deidara had his long hair tucked under his cloak and they both had their straw hats pulled as low as they could while still being able to see.

"This storm is ridiculous!" Deidara yelled, the clap of thunder hiding the slight tremor in his voice.

He had always hated thunderstorms; not the rain or the lightning (how could he have hated lightening when he loved explosions so much?), but the thunder. The loud, jarring sound of the thunder had always terrified bothered him.

Sasori had stopped walking and held a hand up to block the rain from his eyes as he looked around. Faintly in the distance he could see an outcropping of rocks. Wordlessly, he gestured to it and, once Deidara saw what he saw, they hustled off in hopes of finding shelter.

The rain had soaked through their cloaks a long time ago and the wet fabric made them more cold instead of warm. They moved slowly and carefully across the soaked ground, close enough to each other to bump shoulders on occasion, lest they lose sight of each other. The rain was falling is such heavy sheets that if they got only a few feet apart-well, who knew how long it would be until they saw each other again.

The rocks came upon them suddenly, almost rising out of nowhere, and they were both relieved. The hustled into a small, narrow passage between two of the largest rocks. The downpour of rain decreased considerably as they moved further down the path, but it never disappeared completely. And, much to their dismay,there were no caves or caverns in sight.

"It looks like we'll have to-" Deidara broke off as a loud crack of thunder tore through the area. He bit his tongue for a moment after the noise died down before completing his sentence as calmly as he could, "Have to make camp here and just wait out the storm, un."

Sasori (as usual)appeared to already be a step ahead of him. He had discarded his backpack and was sitting as close to the rocks as possible. His hat still hung low over his eyes, but Deidara could see the lower portion of his face. Vaguely he saw Sasori's lips move, but he wasn't able to hear the words that accompanied the movement.

"What?" He yelled over the rain.

Sasori looked up, pushing his hat away so he could look his partner in the eyes, "Come here."

Deidara did as beckoned and moved to sit next to his older partner. The two huddled together, hoping to gain some sort of warmth from one another. They didn't speak-they wouldn't have been able to hear each other, even if they had tried to hold a conversation.

Finally, Sasori got fed up with being wet (it was one of the things he hated most in life), and stood up, moving away from his partner. Without a word he bent forwards a little, shielding the scroll in his hand from the rain. Deidara watched as he made familiar hand signs and out of nowhere, Hiruko appeared.

Sasori quickly rolled the scroll up and stashed it away again, before opening Hiruko. He looked up to Deidara and motioned for him to come join (he had always wondered if Hiruko was big enough for two people to fit inside.).

To be honest, Deidara was skeptical. And afraid. Mostly afraid. He had learned his lesson about laying his hands on his Danna's items, especially his puppets, and it wasn't exactly an action he wished to repeat. But he had also learned what happened if he ignore a command from the puppeteer.

Really, it was a lose-lose situation. The only factor that allowed him to make a decision was the storm. If he was going to get pummeled either way for his choice, he might as well be at least a little dry when it happens.

So, he stood up and walked over to where Sasori was and climbed quietly into Hiruko. The red-head climbed in immediately after him and pulled the puppet shut, instantly blocking them both from the storm.

Another clap of thunder sounded and Deidara found himself hugging his knees to his chest instinctively. Sasori looked over at him somberly, "Is something wrong?"

"I-I'm not a fan of thunder, yeah." He muttered lamely into his knees, hoping his partner wouldn't be able to hear it over the storm and drop the topic.

Unfortunately, although not unexpectedly, Sasori caught every word. With a slight smile, he moved to sit closer to his partner, wrapping an arm protectively around his shoulder. "Don't worry, you're safe here. You've got Hiruko and I to keep you safe."

Suprised wouldn't even begin to describe the way Deidara felt. But he was grateful and wasn't going to push it. Instead, he settled on asking a different question than the ones burning on the forefront of his mind. "Danna, un? Why did you get Hiruko out for us? He's getting wet." (And that was the thing Sasori hated most in life).

Sasori simply shrugged. Silence wrapped around them like a blanket-although without the warming effect. They huddled together, trying to warm themselves up again as the storm raged on outside.

Finally, Deidara sighed. He was begging to get tired and was regaining a decent amount of his body head. His hair was mostly dry and he still had Sasori in close proximity. He was already halfway asleep by the time he registered the words slipping past his lips, "Thank you."

He knew that Sasori understood the meaning behind those words. It wasn't just a thank you for the shelter, but for protecting him from the storm, sacrificing his beloved puppet for him and for keeping him warm and caring about him.

It was also a thank you for giving him the kind of moment he had always dreamed about (although he hoped that part of the thank you was lost on Sasori).

With a slight smile, Sasori looked down at his nearly sleeping partner. He would never admit it, but Deidara was worth far more than Hiruko or even all of his puppets put together. He also wouldn't admit that this was the kind of moment hehad always dreamed about. But something told him that, just as he understood Deidara's meaning, Deidara understood his.

So, he simply said, "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."