(this one is for ShadowedSerenity)

Jorge always knew that when you woke up with three of your team mates standing suspiciously over you, something was up. When they were standing over you, AND carrying the dead body of your commander, then something was definitely, definitely wrong.

He sat up and flicked on the light sitting on his bed side table. "Emile, why is Commander Carter dead?"

With a heave, the spartan dropped the corpse onto the bed, immediately staining the sheets. "Long story short, we saw a ghost, then Jun shot our boss."

"What?"

"It was an accident!" Jun exploded, face red with tears, " Oh, how could this of happened? All boss man wanted to do was get a cup of coffee!"

"-but looks like all he got ,"- Emile slipped shades over his helmet-" was a cup of death."

"YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!" Six pummeled the air.

" Six, now is not the time for overused memes! " Now the large spartan was upset. Hopping out of bed, he leaned frantically over his leader's body, eye's wide in horror.

"What? I stubbed my toe!" She defended.

"-and you killed Carter!" He started to burble, shoulders shaking with kept in tears.

"Actually, Jun did. Now we need your help to stash the body before Kat, that cougar doctor, or the old fart finds out about it!" Emile grabbed his shoulder.

"B-b-but you killed Carter!" his bottom lip quivered.

"Yeah, we covered that already, idiot. Now help us cover our asses, because if we're getting court martialed, so are YOU."

"This is wrong. I'm telling Kat!"

Six stepped in, "Listen, big guy, if you tell Kat, do you know what they'll do? They'll take Sadie away. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

The large spartan glanced over his shoulder, where his prized gun lay snuggled underneath the covers, a laced pillow delicately cushioning it's barrel. "Okay, I guess I can help..."

"Thank you, Jorge." She smiled, as Jun sniffed disgustedly at the dead body.

"Ew, I think its beginning to stink. What are we going to do with it, Emile?"

"We could always stash him in the freezer, or find some hungry elites..."

Six knew what they were doing was pretty unethical, but this was taking it a step too far. Being on Noble Team might of trashed whatever spartan morals she had, but she couldn't stand for this. Not when it was Carter. 'Hold on," she held up a slender hand, "we can't just throw away his body."

"Yeah!" Jorge stepped beside her, this made the skull-face spartan a tad irritated.

"Go ahead, explain to me why the hell not."

"Just look at ourselves! We're turning into the very man Jun accidentally killed! Are we really going to do what Carter did to Thom and throw him into a dumpster?"

"There IS one out back..."

"With all due respect, I don't want any more spartan ghosts haunting us on Christmas. Lets give the Commander a proper burial, then sort the rest out in the morning. Agreed?"

The three male spartans exchanged glances, taking in her proposition. At last, they came to a decision.

"Agreed." Jun and Jorge nodded.

"No."

"Emile, we hide the body together or we get arrested together. "

"Fine, lets go find a reasonably clean ditch to throw this body in."

Later...

Emile was disappointed to learn that the ditch Six had in mind was actually in fact a full-fledged grave yard, complete with reasonably spooky mist and a gate well in need of oiling.

Her breath white puffs in the dark, Six grunted as she pushed the gate open against the snow. "Okay, Jorge, pick out a nice spot."

The large man giddily skipped off, looking for all the world a little kid at his birthday party, if his birthday party were at a cemetery.

"Yegh, I can't believe we still do this." Jun started up the usual addled complaining. "Burying people in the ground? Think of the sanitation costs if the corroded bodies got into our drinking water! I should really write a complaint..." The spartan never liked dealing with dead bodies, even if they were six feet under the ground. But he brought some wipes, just in case. He wielded the sanitized clothes like weapons as they passed through the grave stones, boots crunching in the sparkling snow.

" Where is the big guy?" Emile huffed, the bed sheet wrapped body of Carter slung over his shoulder. 'All he had to do was find some empty patch of dirt."

"Give him some time..."and they did. Six leaned against a stone angel, staring off into the inky blackness patiently. Some time later, the evil snickering of two certain spartans caused her to turn around.

"Jun, Emile... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

" Check this out, Six, he's picking his nose!" The spartan laughed evilly as he stuck a dead finger up Carter's nostril.

Jun broke out into high pitched giggles. "That's soooooo gross!...make him eat it!"

"Stop abusing Carter's corspe!" She flew at them angrily, but was interuptted.

"Found it!" came the call, sending them trudging up a hill towards Jorge, who pointed animatedly at a rather ornate grave piece. "Right here!"

"Jorge, someone is already buried there." Six put her hands on her hips.

"Carter deserves something nice and fancy. He was a good Commander." He huffed.

Thoughtfully, the female spartan bent down and brushed the frost away from the stone. "Linux Breakely. " She cocked an eyebrow. "If I recall from reading the files, Emile smashed the face in of a rebel leader called Linux Breakely a few years back, before I was assigned. Sorry, Jorge, I don't think we should dig this person up."

"But why!"

" I know rebels, they don't like it when people mess with their leader's grave."

"Don't be stupid. No one's going to notice if we dig the guy up and put Carter in his place. Start digging, Jun!"

"What? I didn't know we were going to be getting dirty! I would of brought my galoshes!" He protested.

"Don't worry, Jun. I got this." Taking out a shovel Jorge shoveled through the snow, breaking into the frozen soil in no time. They watched lazily as he made six feet deep in no time, striking the surface of the coffin in less than half an hour.

Muscles bulging he ripped open the coffin, revealing the decaying corpse of the ex-rebel leader. Gnarled gums poked through a rotten mouth, locked forever in his last scream. Maggots crawled underneath dripping flesh, the dented face (courtesy of Emile's fist) hosting a variety of mold as the skull poked through in grotesque fashion.

Emile: Sweet!

Jun: *throws up*

Without hesitation Jorge grabbed the body, winding back an arm he flung it into the night. "There, it's gone." He said matter-of-factly.

" Wow,' Six whistled, "good throw, Jorge!" She looked at him with the sparkle of admiration in her eyes, sending a grin to the spartan's face.

Emile never liked Jorge, now he knew why. "Whatever, let's throw Carter in, then beat it." Turning around, he reached for the dead body, but found only thin air. A spike of confusion ran through his brain. Odd, he set it down right there...

"Well, well, well, what 'ave we 'ere, boys?" Five men in armor as dark as the night emerged from the shadows. By the flower's clutched in their hands, they were no doubt rebels come to pay their dead boss some respect.

"Worst. Timing. Ever. Of all time." Six muttered, inching towards the knife tucked safely in her boot.

The lead one, a scar running through his shock of red hair, grinned. "Looks like we found ourselves a couple o' grave robbers."

"And it looks like WE found some new dead bodies." Emile snarled.

"What? To match this one?' He snapped his finger's and a familiar lump of bed sheets was dragged out. "Whoever this guy was, he must be pretty important to you to steal someone else's grave for 'im, huh? Well, our boss was pretty important to us, too, savvy?" His tone grew dangerous.

"Give him back, you jerks!" Jun yelled from the safety of Jorge's shadow.

"Hm, let me think about that. No. A price has to be paid for desecrating boss man's body. And this guy gots a pretty face. He would look nice mounted in me hallway, what do you think, Clyne?" He turned to one of his men.

Emile, Jorge, Jun, and Six: ew!

"You're not taking him without a fight!" Emile cracked his knuckles.

The rebel suddenly had an idea. "We've 'ad lots of fights. Fights are boring. How 'bout a challenge?"

"What about?"

"'ow bout a death race. You win, you get yur precious stiff back. We win, we get 'im. And the girl!"

"I'd like to see you try!" The skull-face spartan grabbed Six.

"No, not that one. The other one!' He pointed to Jun. 'That IS a girl, roight?"

"No. That's Jun." Jorge pointed out.

"Oh...we'll still take 'im."

Jun: O.O

The spartans looked at each other. It seemed any other way was too risky. That meant only one thing.

'We're in!"

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CONTINUED!

Okay, before I say anything, my conscience and the plagiarism police are forcing me to give credit where it's due. Poop. :P I would just like to point out Flying Kittens Eating Muffins, My Wunderwaffle iz missin, somethingspartan, and Heredity Liar for letting me totally leech off their ideas as to what should happen to Carter, to claim as my own. You might not see them in there, but trust me. They are. So thanks. :D And quickie Update, Im planning on releasing the conclusion of this episode late Oct., early November. Then the finale will come out start of Dec. Plus, after updating Frostbite and Company B, I'm thinking of revamping the lousily written noble team fic Chasing Shadows, so if you have any suggestions for that, they are welcome. ;) THANKS! (Plus, my narcissism is on an all time low, I need some critique to vamp it up! Lol)