COLLIDE

A Sandle-Fic… I shall say no more… Characters are NOT mine and never will be…. Sorry for not updating, I've been contemplating

Don't stop here

I've lost my place

I'm close behind

Sara yawned, waking up in the unfamiliar bed. She wiggled out of Greg's arms over to the window. "Whoa…" she said, staring at the snow coming down. She didn't know why she was surprised it was snowing: It was December…

She moved back to the bed to wake Greg up, but he wouldn't have it, pulling the pillow over his head. "Five more minutes…" he mumbled.

"His loss…" she muttered, walking downstairs and locating a pair of boots and a heavy jacket in the closet after changing into warmer clothes.

The snow was about a foot deep in most places, higher in others. Apparently it had come down rather hard through the night. "He he he," she grinned a plan brewing in her mind. She walked back inside, locating a large plastic popcorn bowl and filling it with snow.

"Oh, Greg," she whispered, standing over him.

He rolled onto his back, yawning. He never even saw the bowl as the snow fell on his chest. "AHHH!" he sat bolt upright, arms brushing frantically at the snow. He looked up to see her laughing her head off. "You did not just do that…" he said.

She laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Oh, but I did. What are you gonna do about it?"

"You. Me. Snowball fight. Five minutes." He said. She headed outside to start preparing for their war.

He quickly grabbed dry clothes and changed before finding boots and a coat for himself in the closet. He also chose to exit out the basement door, finding plenty of snow to work with there as well. He slowly crept around to the front of the house, ammo in hand.

Sara felt snow connect with her back and turned around to see Greg laughing, getting ready to fire another one. "Hey! You were supposed to come out the front door…" she yelled to him, tossing a few snowballs at him as well, dodging the one that came at her head.

"I don't remember verify what exit I planned on using," he laughed as they continued with their childish yet incredibly fun game.

Several minutes of all out war passed before Greg pulled off his hat, waving it like a make-shift flag as he ducked behind his rather small fort. "Alright. I give," he called.

She cheered and moved to sit next to him. "That was fun," she smiled.

"Come on," he said, offering a hand after he stood up.

She watched him make a snowball and gradually make it bigger before it was a few feet in diameter. "Snowman, I'm assuming?" she said, starting on of her own.

"Good interpretation Sherlock," he teased, lifting the next spherical ball of snow onto the base.

She grinned. "Need a head?" he watched her lift it onto the top. "Not bad," she nodded, going n search of branches and pebbles. Greg pulled his hat off, balancing it on the snowman's head.

"Thanks," he said, sticking one of the two sticks Sara had returned with in as she did the other. After sticking black stones in as buttons and eyes, Greg ran in to get a carrot for the nose.

"Wow, pretty good, since we've probably never been around snow before."

He laughed. "Good point, though I was in New York once, it snowed there."

The snow was still coming down by the time they'd cleared the sidewalk of snow, taking turns shoveling. "Can we go back to the fun now?" he pouted.

Sara laughed. "In a minute, 'Luke'," she would've said Greg had a neighbor not been passing by.

"Good. There's a huge hill back there," he gestured toward the woods behind the house. "The path clears about thirty yards in; it's all downhill from there. And I found sleds in the basement, brought 'em up with me."

Sara glanced at the two sleds propped against a nearby tree. "Let's go," she said, setting the shovel down.

Greg grinned and raced toward the sleds, handing her hers as they made their way back into the woods.

"You first," Sara said. "If you break your neck, one of us needs to be able to call 911."

He rolled his eyes. "Spoil my fun…" he mumbled, standing instead of sitting on the plastic sled.

"What are you doing?" she laughed as she watched him as he attempted to keep his balance as the sled steadily picked up speed.

He managed to make it down without falling off. "Your turn!" he yelled up to her, watching as she sat down and shimmied the sled to the edge.

She leaned back as the sled took off, rocketing down the slope and using Greg as a brake, finally stopped.

Sara moved to him. "You know, people aren't supposed to be speed bumps," he mumbled, sitting up.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" she asked, worried.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Well I will be when I regain feeling in my toes," he smiled.

She looked up at the hill. "Now, the fun part: getting back up."

Greg laughed. "Don't worry. There's a path down there a little ways, puts you right back in front of the house." He explained.

"Good," she said, giving him a hand.

The proceeded to walk down the path, sleds in tow, hand in hand. Greg lightening the mood with his humming of 'Walking in a Winter Wonderland'.

"So…cold…" Greg muttered, teeth chattering as they finally made it back inside.

Sara turned to face him. "Join the club."

He laughed. "Go change, I'll make so hot chocolate," he said, heading toward the kitchen.

She nodded and went upstairs, finding a baggy sweatshirt of Greg's in his bag and jeans from her own. The smell of hot cocoa greeted her as she returned to the kitchen.

"Thanks," she smiled, taking the inviting mug of steamy hit liquid he offered her.

He nodded. "Be right back," he said before heading upstairs himself, returning several minutes later in a turtleneck shirt and jeans.

He joined her in the living room with his own cup of cocoa. "Whatch'a doing?" he asked, watching her sift through the CD collection the feds had provided them.

She didn't answer but turned to smile at him, CD in hand. Greg sighed and started a fire in the fireplace, with some effort as Christmas tunes began playing.

"Ahh..." she said, collapsing next to him on the sofa.

Both were silent for a moment, listening to the music playing. "You know what we need right now?" he asked, looking down at her.

She met his gaze. "What?"

"S'mores." He stated.

She laughed. "You are so… childish…" she teased.

"NYAH!" he stuck his tongue out at him. "I'm getting s'mores." He said, returning to the kitchen in search of the desired ingredients.

"Any luck?" she called to him.

His return answered her question. Two chocolate bars, one bag of marshmallows, and box of graham crackers in his hands. "The hunt was successful," he smiled.

She smiled, sitting beside him on the floor in front of the fireplace. "Ahh… so warm…" she smiled, taking the offered chocolate and crackers while he roasted the marshmallows.

"Yum," he said, biting into the warm treat a moment later. "I forgot how good these were."

Sara nodded her agreement. "You can say that again."

Greg laughed, noticing she had a bit of marshmallow on the side of her mouth; he leaned down and kissed her, removing said marshmallow.

She smiled as he pulled away. "What was that for?" she asked, popping the rest of her s'more into her mouth.

"Couldn't help it," he grinned. "That marshmallow was so tempting…"

She rolled her eyes, and playfully hit his arm.

A new song started playing a moment later. Greg extended his arm to her. "Wanna dance?" he asked.

She nodded, taking his hand. Her hand on his neck, his on her hip, leaned against each other they started moving to the beat of the slow song.

I really can't stay

(Baby it's cold outside)
I've got to go away

(Baby it's cold outside)
This evening has been

(Been hoping that you'd drop in)
So very nice

(I'll hold your hands, they're cold as ice)
My mother will start to worry

(Beautiful, what's your hurry)
My father will be pacing the floor

(Listen to the fireplace roar)
So really I'd better scurry

(Beautiful, please don't hurry)
Well Maybe just one drink more

(Put some music on while I pour)

The neighbors might think

(Baby, it's bad out there)
Say, what's in this drink

(No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how

(Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell

(I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
I ought to say no, no, no, sir

(Mind if I move a little closer)
At least I'm gonna say that I tried

(What's the sense in hurting my pride)
I really can't stay

(Baby don't hold out)
Baby it's cold outside

I simply must go

(Baby, it's cold outside)
The answer is no

(Ooh baby, it's cold outside)
This welcome has been

(I'm lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm

(Look out the window at that storm)
My sister will be suspicious

(Man, your lips look so delicious)
My brother will be there at the door

(Waves upon a tropical shore)
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

(Gosh your lips look delicious)
Well maybe just a half a drink more

(Never such a blizzard before)

I've got to go home

(Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there)
Say, lend me your coat

(It's up to your knees out there)
You've really been grand

(Your eyes are like starlight now)
But don't you see

(How can you do this thing to me)
There's bound to be talk tomorrow

(Making my life long sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied

(If you caught pneumonia and died)
I really can't stay

(Get over that old out)
Baby it's cold outside

The song finished a few moments later, the CD ending. Greg leaned down and gently kissed her again.

Okay… that was really long… It's snowing here so I've been inspired. My dad is starting to worry about me since I've played 'Baby It's Cold Outside' more times than I care to count…so I had to include that too… hehehe… and no… I don't own the song… stupid disclaimers, anyway, review!