A/N: I lied. I said this would be four-parts...But that was before I got the idea for my new chapter story, which I really don't want to delay any more than I have to. So this is the second and last part of this extended-one-shot, so I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Thanks to all who reviewed!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

Part Two

The snow had let up just a tiny bit, but the wind had picked up speed. Garbage cans, newspapers, dog leashes, strollers, pop cans, flower pots…All slammed into Cody as he slowly bent his head and trudged through the thick snow. He'd closed his eyes a long time ago because looking into the sharp snow was killing them. He wished he had goggles. Any kind would do.

"…ALMOST THERE?" Zack bellowed from behind him.

"DON'T KNOW!" Cody answered, feeling the familiar weight as his twin brother held onto the handle on his backpack so they wouldn't separate. They'd been walking for a good ten minutes, and Cody's face was beginning to feel so numb he doubted he could wiggle his nose if he wanted to.

…Which ruled out the possibility for poof! it's summer in Malibu.

It was hard to breathe, too, with the wind so strong and against them. With his eyes closed and his feet so cold they were frozen he felt a bit sleepy…Like he could just take a little nap, and then the storm would pass and they could go home and have a cup of hot….chocolate…

"CODY!" Zack shouted as his brother suddenly fell forward. Adrenaline pumping through his veins he released the handle so he wouldn't fall, too, and quickly scampered to his brothers side, rolling him over onto his back.

Cody's face was red with the cold, but his eyes were closed and he was breathing. It was like he'd gone to sleep. Zack had no idea what to do if they had problems with hypothermia; only that it had killed off that Jack guy in Titanic.

"CODY?" he shouted again, trying to make himself heard above the wind. Trying not to panic he shook his younger twin to try to rouse him, and when that didn't work he lifted him up under his arms and half dragged, half carried him in the direction he thought the alleys would be in.

…Of course…Everything looked the same….Everything looked white…

"Okay," he told himself, trying to calm down. He looked left and right and then left again…No alley…Unwilling to accept that he kept feeling at the white walls, until his hand fell through. He put his foot through the opening and realized that it was wide and deep enough for them to stay until the storm died down…

He charged into it, grip firm on his brother's jacket and with a sharp sense of relief found that it was, in fact, another ally. The fire escapes were silver with ice, and even the ground had fell victim to the storm, but it would do. The walls blocked the wind's violent torrent, but did nothing to mute the noise. The snow did not blind him directly, but he might as well have been because outside was pure and utter white.

He tore his gaze from the storm and refocused on his brother who he had set against one of the icy metal bars. He knelt by him and reached out a gloved hand to try and wake him again when he was over come with sneezes and had to turn away.

"Cody-," he sniffled, shaking him gently. "Wake up. You gotta get up—we have to get back to the Tip-," another sneeze. "-ton."

A little groan and Cody slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the violent bright white of the light snow and sitting up straighter. "What-?" he started, looking at Zack who watched him in concern.

"You passed out, man," Zack told him, wiping his nose. "I didn't know what to do. I didn't know which way to go, so I just-I just found another alley."

Cody shivered and blinked a few times to clear his vision. "No," he said quietly (Zack could hardly hear him above the din of the wind). "Good idea. I just got really tired and…I don't know." He sighed and looked out past his brother, visibly disheartened to see that the storm hadn't really let up any.

Zack followed his gaze. "We're screwed," he informed Cody listlessly, sniffing and wiping his draining eyes.

"No, we're not," Cody disagreed half-heartedly. "We just gotta-you know, wait 'til it stops snowing. It has to stop eventually."

Zack coughed. "Eventually." He repeated. "Okay."

"We could try and find a store with a payphone…" Cody suggested, shaking off a wet glove.

"And go out there again?" Zack shook his head. "Hell, no."

Cody sighed.

Thirty minutes later the storm was slowly drawing to a close, but Cody was busy trying to keep Zack's mind off his miserable cold and on more cheerful things.

Like the french occupation of Europe.

"…So, pretty much, Napoleon comes up with this brilliant strategy to invade Russia because he's cocky being brilliant and famous and feared-,"

"-and short," Zack cut in, snickering.

Cody laughed slightly. "Actually that's a common misconception. Most people think he was like, a Hobbit or something, but actually he wasn't any shorter than your common man. Just not tall, which at the time was unique for military leaders-,"

"-Yeah, yeah, yeah," Zack interrupted, shaking his head as he fought back a sneeze. "Get back to Russia, man, that was getting interesting."

Cody chuckled softly—Zack enjoying history? He grinned and obliged. "So Napoleon wants to attack Russia, and he gets his armies all pumped up and ready to go, but they plan their trip wrong and run into winter-,"

"-Like the Nazis?"

Cody thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Russia's got a history of using its weather against its enemies, I guess," he said. "So Napoleon gets to this major battle that he really, really needs to win but his troops aren't ready, and his strategy fails-,"

"-I thought you said he was a genius?" Zack asked skeptically. "What'd he do-confuse Russia with Hawaii?"

"He just miscalculated," said Cody. "It happens. So he ends up losing, marches back to France, is exiled to this little miserable island which he demands the French emperor make him lord of, and then eventually stages this whole comeback."

"Like Michael Jordan?"
Cody laughed. "Yeah, sure,"

Zack sneezed and blew out his freezing breath. "Yeah, well, if Russia's winter is anything like Boston's, than I pity that guy."

Cody smiled and turned to look out at the storm. His grin widened as he saw that the wind had died down and the snow had stopped falling so hard and fast. "Zack!" he exclaimed joyfully, stumbling to his feet. "Look!"

"What-," Zack followed his brother's gaze and laughed loudly at the sight. "YES!" he shouted, before he began to cough. Cody reached out a hand and Zack took it gratefully, wobbling to his feet and using his twin for support.

"You need to go to a doctor," Cody told him grimly. "That cold could develop into something serious without medicine."

Zack waved the remark off. "Let's just get home!" he said joyfully, starting forward. "I have this craving for some hot chocolate!"

Cody laughed and followed him out into the streets, where people had begun to reappear and collect their windblown things and shops began to reopen as the weather slowly died down to a gentle snowfall.

Cody looked up curiously at one of the stores; wanting to know where exactly they had been wandering around. The name and sign out front made him grin widely, as a slow and heartfelt laugh left him, part humor, part relief.

It was the music store.

They followed their ownfootsteps back home.

The End

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