Author note

Hey all of you lovely people! Its almost Christmas : D! So here is my gift to you. Note that I might do I little Christmas story for Noble but I was running out of time and thus, this was born from my genius… or lack thereof.

And I'll give you a hint from the reference I made last chapter… Saddest movie ever involving water. Only hint you get. Come on I know at least one of you knows it.

I do not own Halo.

Enjoy this gift from me to you : ).

"I hate Christmas." Emile grumbled. Time seemed to stop as Six, Jorge, and Jun gawked at him in shock. Jun finally broke the silence.

"But it's the most wonderful tiiiime of the yeeaar!" The sniper sang in the deepest voice he could manage, ending with a large grin.

"How can you hate Christmas? It's the best holiday." Six stated matter-of-factly.

"Is not, Halloween is the best!" Noble Four countered.

"The only reason you like it is because you're always in costume and you get to scare little marines and ODSTs, Skull-face." She snapped back.

"Both of you knock it of, you're ruining the Christmas spirit!" Jorge yelled, ending the argument immediately. "Give us one good reason why you don't like Christmas." The Spartan II said after a short while.

"I just don't like it, okay."

"But it's the most wonderfu-"

"Jun if you sing that one more time I'm gonna kick your ass." Emile warned the singing Spartan. The sniper closed his mouth with a pout, resorting to humming the old classic Christmas tune.

"Well then we'll just have to convince you of its loveliness." Jorge said in a cheery voice. "We will make you BELIEVE!" He shouted back as he and his two companions dashed out of the room, determined to get the aggressive Spartan into the Christmas spirit.

Later in the break room…

"So how are we going to do this?" Jun asked, adjusting the green elf hat on his bald head in boredom.

"Good question." Six replied. Jorge rubbed his scruffy chin thoughtfully, the ball on the tip of his Santa hat bumping the side of his head.

"Hey Jorge, what did we do to get the Commander into the Christmas spirit last year?" The sniper questioned his older friend.

"Hmm… I don't think we did anything, Kat's the one who finally got him into it." Jun raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh," He said lengthily before turning his pervy expression to Six. "Well, we could do it that way." Six looked at him with a disgusted expression.

"Aw Hell no! I am not going to do anything in that context with Emile involved." She glared at the still grinning Jun.

"You sure about that?" The sniper asked with an evil grin.

"Jun, what are you doing with that ribbon Jun? Jun? No! Don't come any closer Jun! JUN!" There was a brief scuffle involving an incredibly long roll of Christmas ribbon and a struggling Noble Six. "Jorge why aren't you doing anything? Heeeelllp meeeee!" Jun proceeded to gag the struggling Spartan with a Christmas stocking and place a large red bow on her head.

"Aw she's so cute all wrapped up in a ribbon." Jorge said in a tone one would use when talking to a baby.

"Mmm mph murm ma mrr!" Six struggled as she tried to say something through her stocking gag.

"But she doesn't look like a proper present yet." Jun argued as he looked at his ribbony victim.

"Oh I know, we could put her in a box and wrap it up!" Jorge suggested gleefully.

"MM, MM!" Six protested, shaking her head violently.

"You're a genius!" Jun praised but them slumped. "But how are we going to find a box that big?"

"We could use a crate.." At this point Six tried to worm away from her two planning team mates, failing miserably.

"Good plan."

In the conveniently empty mess hall…

Emile stomped into the mess hall, grumbling to himself about irritating team mates and stupid ODSTs. He sat down in one of the small chairs and glared at the Christmas tree in the corner, decorated terribly by marines… and Jorge and Jun. Last year it was a mission with those two, they had their now legendary operation "Get Emile into the Christmas spirit" and it failed. Only this time they had a new recruit, Noble Six. Who knew what kind of devious Christmas related plans those three could think of. Emile shivered at the thought and continued to glare at the Christmas tree, wondering if his glare could cause it to disappear. Then he noticed something he felt stupid for not seeing earlier. Next to the Christmas tree was a giant box wrapped in red Christmas paper with a large green bow on top. Emile stared at it curiously. It was odd to have presents under he tree, let alone one of this size. The Assault specialist walked over to the large box and examined it. Finding a tag attached to the ribbon, he decided to find out a bit more about the mysterious package.

To: Emile, From: Santa and Elf ; ). The tag read.

Noble Four rolled his eyes.

"Better just get this over with…" He said to himself before he began to peel the paper off the large package. He stared at the now visible crate with apprehensive eyes. "What have they done this time?" He shook his head and shrugging, lifted the lid of the crate. "What the-!" He yelled in surprise when he saw what was in the box.

Noble Six was tied up with Christmas ribbon, a bow on her head, and was gagged with a Christmas stocking. When she saw him looking down at her with a surprised expression she began to struggle and mumble incoherent things through the stocking. After recovering from shock Emile reached down and laced his fingers through the ribbon that pined Six's arms to her side and hauled her out of the crate. He held the other Spartan up with one hand and pulled his Kukri out with the other, proceeding to cut Six out of her bonds.

"Thank you!" Six said joyously as soon as she got the gag out of her mouth.

"No problem, but can you tell me why you were in a crate addressed to me?" The aggressive Spartan asked curiously.

"Jorge and Jun are crazy. That is the only explanation you need." She said, stretching her muscles from being cramped in a box.

"Well its very suspicious, they even put a little winking face." He said with mock thoughtfulness, just trying to get Six to tell him what Jorge and Jun's plan was.

"Those little… I'm gonna kill them!"

"And why would that be?" He pressed.

"Okay fine, I'll tell you!" She cried, throwing her arms up in annoyance. That was easier that I thought it would be. Emile mused. "They wanted to try and do what Kat did for the Commander last year." He looked at her with wide eyes. "Not my free will!" She defended, gesturing to the box. Emile stared at Six. Noble Three and Five were gonna do what now? Emile thought back to the last year. The Commander had seemed down, but the second Kat got a minute with him he came out happy and in the holiday spirit. He let his eyes travel over her again and came to a conclusion. He looked at her face, but she was staring above them with a look that said 'really?'.

"Remind me to kill those two." She murmured, her eyes still upward. He followed her gaze and his eyes landed on an unexpected sight. A little sprig of mistletoe hung from the ceiling above them.

"Sooo…" Six looked at Emile with her arms crossed.

"Oh, did you want something?" She asked in a slightly teasing tone.

"Well don't want to go against tradition now do we?" He smirked cheekily.

"Oh shut up." She growled before placing her lips on his. Noble Four kissed her back happily. It was a great moment until a certain voice tore through it.

"I saw mommy kissing Saaanta Claus uuuunderneath the miiiiistletoooooe!" The kiss broke off.

"Well that killed the mood." Emile muttered in disappointment.

"Damn you and your timing Jun!" Six yelled at the Spartan leaning against the door frame.

"Oh come on Six its Christmas, you can't beat me on Christmas." He said sweetly. "And besides, you cant tell me you didn't like it." He said in a singsong voice.

"Jun I'm gonna give you a five second head start." She said evilly.

"Oh common Six, get into the Christmas spirit. Six? Six, you're not serious are you? Six?" The sniper inquired, slightly frightened.

"I'd run if I were you." Emile suggested. Jun took off at a sprint, realizing the danger he was in.

"Five." Six said with a smirk before taking off after Jun. "Come here Jun!"

"Help meeee! Ouch! No Six! Come on Six, you can take a joke right? Six? Six? Oh God have mercy on my soouul!" Emile smiled genuinely, he had to say he kind of liked Christmas now, especially with a gift like that.

Later…

Jun awoke tied to the top of the Christmas tree with ribbon and a paper star taped to his head. He groaned and shifted his feet, only to hear a groan that wasn't his own. The sniper looked down, and met a pair of hazel eyes.

"Could you not move Jun, your kicking my head when you do." Jorge remarked from his position of being strapped to the Christmas tree with a lot of garland, various ornaments hanging from his uniform.

"Sorry." The sniper mumbled and sighed, his happiness fading. "Oh Christmas tree! Oh Christmas tree! How very painful you be-e-e!" He sung quietly.

"Please stop singing." The Spartan II begged, blowing a piece of tinsel out of his face. This was by far the worst Christmas the two Spartans had ever had.

That was fun haha. Six always gets her revenge… Hope you all liked it! Please review and feed me ideas or requests. Trust me, I'm open to just about anything right now, just about. Possibly more Christmas mayhem coming at your request!

Thank you for reading! Reviewers get to sing with Jun! Haha I'm just kidding, unless you would want to… 0.o

Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Holidays!