Hello people : D! This chapter is dedicated to a friend of mine because well as you can guess from the title is a T-bagger, and if there is one thing the pisses me off its T-bagging 0-o. Note that in this chap it is a different Noble Six. Why? Because I don't like to even think about my Six T-bagging "shudders" anyway, hope you like it! More in this and the other fics coming soon : D!

I do not own Halo, I only own my soul! Haha I thought that would be funny… yeah it wasn't huh? …. Moving on… -.-

Enjoy : )

Jun and Six were bringing up the rear as Noble Team scouted out a supposed rebel hideout. Jun, trusty sniper rifle in hand was stealthily making his way down the hall when he heard an insistent thumping coming from somewhere in the metal halls. Noble Three peeked around the corner, only to see Emile at the end standing perfectly still. It must be something behind me. The sniper thought, ready to blast the mysterious thumpers brains out. He turned around, and immediately regretted it because of what he saw.

"Six!" The green clad Spartan looked up. "The Hell are you doing?" The sniper demanded.

"Nothing! I wasn't doing anything!" Six replied, stepping to the side, though her voice was that of one who knew they were busted.

"I saw what you were doing Six! Honestly that's just disgusting." He shuddered, poor dead Elite. "You can't just dominate things that are dead Six, its just not right…"

"Its called T-bagging for your information!" She defended.

"It don't care what its called its messed up!" Jun practically shouted.

"What the Hell is goin' on back there?" Came Emile's harsh voice.

"Nothing!" Six and Three piped in unison.

"Okay something's up, I'm comin' back there!" Noble Four growled in irritation. Oh shit. Six and Jun looked at each other.

"This is your fault you tattle-tale!"

"Is not! You're the one being a necrophilia!" Jun defended.

"Yeah well… your bald!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything!"

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"You don't even make sense!"

"Yeah well-"

"What are you two doing?" Emile stood with his arms crossed over his chest, the skull carved into his helmet glaring at them.

"She started it!"

"I don't care who started it Jun, I'm here to finish it. Now what's goin' on?"

"She was T-bagging!" Emile raised his eyebrow as he turned his head to Six.

"Really?" The Warrant Officer asked in a tone that said 'are you really that stupid?'.

"Well he called me stupid!"

"Did not!"

"Did to."

"Did not!"

"Did to!" This continued for a while until Emile thought his head would explode.

"That's it!" The skull-faced warrior shouted and grabbed the two arguing Spartans by the backs of their necks before slamming their helmets together almost viciously. The two moaned in pain and Emile dropped them both. "Now I hope you two learned your lesson." He said victoriously before he went to catch up with the rest of Noble.

"Truce?" Jun moaned through the pain.

"Truce." Six groaned as she rubbed her helmet, trying to get rid of the massive headache that had formed.

From that day forth Six never T-bagged again.

Man I wish I could get my friend to stop T-bagging. Hmm if only I could get Emile to kick her ass for me….."stares off into space wistfully" Well hoped you liked it : ) I plan on updating this and my other fics a lot once winter break starts and hopefully some before then. See you next time : D