A/N: Hopefully this is be a slightly bit funny. Its still in the serious part, but that should end by next chapter! :)

Six was sleeping comfortably when she was suddenly shook awake. She woke up to see a man with a paper bag over his head, yelling at her.

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY HELMET?" He continued to shake her. But stop immediately when her fist collided with his face.

"Emile, is that you?" She asked, uncertain at the person standing in nothing but his under clothes.

" No, it's the ***damn Prophet of Truth." His voice came out muffled under the paper.

"How would I know where you put your helmet." She snapped back. "-And where did you armor go?"

"I was about to ask the same of you."

Six looked that to see that her grey and purple armor was gone. The only thing she was wearing was a slim tank top and shorts. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stood up. She ran a finger through her messy blonde pony tail, looking very bewildered. Around her, everyone else began to wake up, their armor gone.

'The hell?" Jorge seethed. "Who took Sadie-I mean, my gun?"

" Gah, where's my armor? It appears to be missing! I feel sooo violated right now! " Jun hugged himself, looking scared.

'ALL our armor is missing. Now calm down." Kat commanded him, wearing black leggings and a sweater.

"But who took it?" Jorge crossed his arms.

" I know who took it!" Jun raised his hand.

"Oh no, here we go." Emile facepalmed underneath the paper bag covering his face.

"What?" Six whispered.

" They took it." Jun said in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Who?" Six asked before Emile could shush her.

"Them! The things that have been watching us!"

Kat, Jorge, and Emile triple facepalmed. They had heard this one before. Sadly Six hadn't.

"Who's watching us?" She looked at him skeptically.

"Them!" Jun motioned all around. "They're watching us, JUDGING us, and now they took our armor!"

Six just looked at him while Emile searched for his knife. "Paranoid little !#$%, they can't watch you if your dead!"

Jorge stepped between Emile and Jun. "Calm down, Spartan. Jun's just having one of his freak outs again." He said calmly.

Emile backed away, grumbling. Six looked around at the inside of the pelican. "This still doesn't explain what happened to our armor...and where are we, anyway?"

The Team went silent. They couldn't hear the hum of the pelican's engine. The whole craft was still.

"We must of landed, but where? What's going on?" Jun chattered.

" Hey, where's Commander Carter?" Jorge announced.

Six looked around. The Commander was no where to be seen. Suddenly the Pelican doors opened, letting in a bright white light. Commander Carter stood before them, a huge retarded grin plastered on his face.

"I was wondering when you guys would wake up."

"Commander? Where the hell is my armor?" Emile hissed, fighting the urge to lunge at him.

"While you kiddos slept, I took the opportunity to relieve you of it. While we're on break there's going to be NO weapons, NO fighting, and NO armor. We're just going to relax!"

"And where exactly are we, sir?" Six asked.

"Why, we're home!" Carter smiled retardedly.

" BWAH?" The team said in unison and stumbled out of the Pelican, looking around at the pure white snow, mountains, and grey military base in front of them.

" You said we were going to kill more covies." Emile grumbled.

" That can wait. This team needs some good ol' R&R before we will be our fighting best again. So, I talked to Command and they allowed us a little vacation. We're home for the holidays!" Carter fistpumped.

Kat gave a slight smile, looking around her with an approving eye. " We haven't been back to HQ in...years, it seems.'

"YAY, we're home!" Jun, Six and Jorge cheered happily, leaping around. Then Six stopped, looking confused. "I've never been...home, before." She said quietly.

"That's right," Jorge clapped her on the shoulder, "you're still a newbie. Don't worry, this is your home now, too!"

"Wait a minute, you never been here before?" Jun exclaimed, his mind thinking. "Then that means you are a foreign substance. High chance of you being contaminated with all types of weird germs. Therefore YOU MUST BE STERILIZED!" He unzipped his army pants and pulled out a can of cleaning spray.

"Bwah? Get away from me!" Six yelped and took off running, Jun following her like a radar guided missile.

"NO, I'm not risking the chance of having you infecting my stuff with foreign nasties!" He yelled back, shaking the can then spraying it at her.

"Frikken germ obsessed !#$%. If only I had my knife!" He glared at his commander through the eye slots in his paper bag.

"I said no weapons." Carter shook his finger. 'You'll get your helmet back, later. Speaking of which, why are you wearing that paper bag?"

" I DON"T HAVE A PROBLEM!" Emil yelled and ran off after Six and Jun.

Kat breathed, trying not to smile. 'You did well, Commander."

" You bet your sweet ass I did!" The Commander struck the Captain Morgan pose. "Noble Team is home for Christmas!"