Disclaimer: It took me a whole month to write the last four sentences for this. That's a disclaimer for ya. :P

Ookay… let's pretend that Jez is 13 and Morgead is 14. The rest of the gang are having a New Year's party of their own. That's right. Thistle watching Annie and making Raven watch with her, Val complaining about not having a piñata, and Pierce just standing there. They're partying it up. :}

And yet… Jez and Morgead took some time for their own. ;)

Not ever

"You're not supposed to do that."

"I think I know what I'm doing Jez."

"Morgead, stop being such a—"

"Jez—"

"—baby. I know what I'm talking about."

"No you don't."

"Yeah. I kinda do." She reached over him. "Look, all you have to do is put the drill on the keyhole and drill." Jez did it as she said it, drilling in and destroying the lock pins in two tries. "Then you use the screwdriver, and..."

The engine revved.

Morgead grumbled something vulgar. "I knew that."

Jez smiled to herself and settled back in shotgun. "Of course you did, Morgead. 'Course you did."

He grimaced. "Why did you want to teach me this anyway?" he complained, "I have a motorcycle. Learning how to hotwire a car is just—"

"Stupid?"

"…do I say that too much?"

"I'm just proud you noticed it."

Jez placed a hand on her forehead. "We needed something to do for the Holiday. It was either this, or watching Annie. Again." And she smiled. "Besides. Grand theft auto's fun."

He chuckled (with no tinge of anything, he might add) and gestured to the car. "So I'm guessing you've done this before."

"With Uncle Bracken's Volkswagen, yeah."

"You're not old enough to drive yet, Jezebel. That's against the law."

"I don't think human rights and limits apply to us, Morgy."

Morgead smiled and so did she. It was one of those rare days when they didn't have a bone to pick with each other. When they were just best friends.

"So," he said after he looked away from her, a pinkish hue creeping up his face (he hoped she didn't notice), "what now?"

"Well…" Jez drifted off and looked at the scenery, which wasn't much. They were at the dump after all, in a car. A Chevy Camaro. It was a shame, really. It would have been a nice car if it weren't so banged up.

And the inside was cramped too, despite the sun roof. Jez's elbow, if propped, would hit his side. Their knees were touching. And if she twisted, her hair would probably whip his face…

It wasn't so bad.

Morgead thought it was cozy.

"Well," Jez said again, propelling Morgead back to reality, "well…"

"Are you getting anywhere Jez?"

"Shut up," Jez tried on a scowl before she smiled, "what time is it?"

He shook his head. "I don't know, uh," he glanced at the arm resting on the steering wheel. "Almost ten. Why?"

Her mouth opened—

Somewhere behind them, something exploded.

It was a deafening boom, followed by little snippets of crackling.

Morgead instinctively went defensive, turning towards the sound and covering Jez with the width of his arms. He even curled his lip.

"Morgead you idiot."

He growled. "Shut it."

He felt more than saw Jez shake herhead and roll her eyes behind him before she tried to struggle out of his hold.

Don't move, he told her, eyes darting, lips not moving, something's going on and—

A blast of red lit up the sky.

Morgead watched as drops of static scarlet disintegrated.

Oh God… he was stupid.

"Fireworks?"

He turned and saw Jez, still in his arms, face alight with something no blast or explosive could compete with. She was glowing.

And she nodded and met her eyes with his. "Fireworks."

She held his gaze. He held hers.

Sparks flew above. Red then blue, and then bright, night-lighting gold.

"Morgead," she leaned a little closer.

"Hm?" Morgead never knew how good her hair smelled… sort of like orchids or strawberries…

Jez leaned in even closer, a blast of green lighting the smile of amusement on her face. "You can let go of me now." She wiggled in his arms.

He didn't want to. Not ever.

"Yeah, yeah." He laughed—a little forcefully, but still a laugh—and released her. For the next two minutes, they were shoulder to shoulder, watching the stars and moon look down on the man-made fireflies on earth. It was beautiful.

See. If he were cheesy, he would have turned to Jez and thought: But not as much as her or some gross dialogue like that. Yeah. Right.

But he did turn to her, purposely leaning in just a fraction more than usual. More than most best friends should.

Her hair was almost tickling his face. "Happy New Years Jez."

She smiled then nudged him with her shoulder. Morgead sucked in a quick breath. "Happy New Years buddy."

Morgead let out a quick huff. Jez looked at him with a slightly lopsided eyebrow.

"Morgead?"

Buddy. She said buddy.

Buddy.

She couldn't like him. Not ever.

Morgead zipped his lip and backed away.

The finale was here. Burst by burst of light crowded the sky, painting everything with a bright atmosphere. Again, Morgead thought: Beautiful.

But then. It was over.

Oh well.

Guess he'll just have to live with it.

Author's Note: Yes. It was just a short moment. T.T. REVIEW? Anyone?