Hey, I'm back! :D yeah, I know its not christmas, but a girl has to finish what she started, besides, as this rate, it will probably be done by christmas anyway!...anywho, this chapter I actually had to split in half, the other half(and shall I say the better one) I shall crap out tomorrow, so hopefully you will enjoy this meager offering, and perhaps get atleast one laugh. My horribly inflated ego demands eet!

She thought Emile must of returned, but then the realization came that the lights were still off. A faint blue light illuminated the room, casting long shadows. Something wasn't right...where was that light coming from?

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was coming from right beside her. With a gasp her head snapped to the side, and she came face to face with a pair of ghostly brown eyes, oggling at her.

"Boy, I reckon Carter did a mighty fine job replacing the most handsome man that ever was on Noble Team!" The ghost of Thom whistled.

Six, not knowing how to react, so she did the only thing any self-respecting spartan would ever do in this type of situation. She threw back her head and screamed.

Within a second the lights flash on and Emile rolled into the room, shotgun blazing in one hand, a glass of water in the other. Screaming louder, she ducked just in time, the wall behind her exploding from the rounds.

"Emile, stand down!" She threw a pillow at him, which bounced uselessly off his armor. He stomped over to her and hauled her up by her blonde (and now slightly singed) hair.

"What the hell is wrong?" He handed her drink over and began to push her towards the door.

She looked around. The ghost of Thom was nowhere in sight. Could she of dreamed it? One thing was for sure, she was not going to let Emile think she was superstitious, plus, she was too mad at him to care about any ghosts.

"Nothing is wrong at all, other than the fact that you almost killed me!" She chugged the water down, "oh, thanks" she handed the empty glass back to him.

"You screamed."

"That doesn't mean you can just roll in here and shoot randomly!"

"You screamed, I think that's as good as any invitation."

She gave an angry sigh, wishing she could claw through his calm exterior and choke him. "You do that again-"

"So, why did you scream?" He interrupted her threat.

"I...' She looked around. How could she tell him? "I had a dream."

"Aw, was it a bad one? Do you want me to tuck you back in and read you a story, cupcake?" He laughed scornfully.

"It had Halsey in it."

" Oh." He sobered up immediately.

An awkward silence ensued as the two spartans stared at each other. The clock quietly ticked as Six played with her now ruined hair while Emile traced the grooves on his shotgun. At length, she finally let out a half-hearted yawn.

"I think I'm going back to bed." She declared, casting an eye at her bunk, which was now littered with shrapnel. Without hesitation she lightly jumped up onto Emile's bunk. She eyed him, daring him to challenge her, but he only turned and stalked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" She called after him.

'Out." He grunted, then the light went off and he was gone.

Sighing, Six plopped her head down onto his pillow. Crying out she immediately sat up again, rubbing the back of her neck. Irritably she grabbed the pillow case and shoot it out over the edge of the bunk. She could hear the clatter of ammo cartridges and perhaps a pistol falling out onto the hard floor. She rolled her eyes. Only Emile would sleep on a pile of live ammunition.

Thinking it was all over, she lay back down. Too bad she forget one certain thing...

"Boy, I thought he'd never leave." The blue glow of ghost Thom was back, making the female spartan groan. So it wasn't a dream after all. Crap.

"Thom?" She bolted up right, her jaw going slack. "But you are officially KIA!"

He sat his ghostly body right next to her, running a transparent hand through his glowing hair. "Yeah, well, ain't that just the bee's knees, right?" he smiled handsomely.

Her terror residing, she stared at him cooly. "...so, I'm guessing you're here to drag Emile's soul down to Hell for getting you killed, correct?"

"Gosh, no! I would never do anything like that, never!...well, on second though..."

"Thom!"

"Just pulling your leg, so pardon me." He laughed.

"Then why are you here?" She pried.

"Well, truth be told, I reckon I might be a little sore with what happened with Emile. So I'm here to do a little haunting! Not anything bad, mind you, just want to get him a little scared, so don't mind me, ma'am!"

Six cocked an eyebrow. "Okay then, have fun haunting, just don't wake anyone else up. " -and with that she dove underneath the covers.

"Just hold on one dang minute!" He exclaimed, throwing up his hands. 'But I need your help! See, I got this whole plan..."

"I'm sure it will work fine without me. Night."

"Well I'll be darned, are you saying you're just going to go back to sleep?"

"I've been involved in too many idiotic schemes this past week to make me think getting involved in this is going to turn out well, especially when it's with a ghost. So, as a matter of fact, yes, I'm going back to sleep. "

"Well, I respect your wishes," He frowned dejected and turned to drift away. So far this haunting was turning out to be a flop, thanks to the female spartan. But suddenly he had an idea.

He grinned slyly. "Alright, It wouldn't of worked anyway, I guess, considering it needed to be exciting, and you're...well...not right for the part. "

Six was sitting up again. "I'm not what?"

"Pardon me, but I did some floatin' around at that big ONI building, and I saw your file. I know why you're such a lone wolf."

"You read my file?" She retorted, now getting a little riled.

"Apparently they restricted you to solo missions only 'cuz of the fact that you failed every social and personality test the board had to offer."

"What are you saying?" She hissed.

"Nothing... "

"Tell me!"

"Truth is, you're boring. Oh, and apparently you kinda ran over your drill sergeant's nephew with a warthog, so I guess that also explains why they kept you so secret."

"He was wearing orange, I thought he was a cone!" She exclaimed, then checked herself. "Er-I mean, I have plenty of personality!"

"Prove it!"

"How?"

"Come help me scare the armored pants offa Emile!"

Six bit her lip, knowing full well what she was getting suckered into, but then again, if there was a chance Thom was going to squeal about her "character issues" Then she wasn't going to be known as the hyper lethal vector anymore, and that would put her behind Jun in the Noble Team food chain. Oh gosh, not Jun!

'Fine. I'm in."

"Sweet, now we need some scissors, glue, and a couple o' bed sheets!"

TOBECONTINUED