Author note

Hello lovely readers! I thought this would be a cool little thing to do. This chap will have two parts, like chap 1 (chap 1's part 2 is almost done). I hope its okay. Next week is finals so I will most definitely not be updating any of my stories for some time, but as I've said before winter break will bring lots of updates!

I do not own Halo.

Enjoy : )

Six was on edge. She hadn't seen Emile since Noble Team got back to base and that was making her edgy. She sat in the break room, all senses on the alert, knowing that sooner or later he would show up. She checked her belt to make sure that her Kukri was still in its sheath. It was. She smiled in relief to herself. Oh sure he would come, but she would be ready.

The currently Covenant occupied base was silent as Carter, Emile, and Six made their way through, silently assassinating any enemies they came across. Their mission was to reclaim the base, an important outpost on one of Reach's many mountains. Six peeked around the next corner, spotting an Elite with its tall back faced away from her. She signaled for her two companions to hang back while she went in for the kill. Six snuck up behind the Elite and raised her hand high over her head and ran it into the Minor's back, helping the body slump silently to the ground. She signaled for the two male Spartans to proceed. Emile looked over the dead Elite when he reached it, examining the wound that killed it.

"Clean kill. Nice one Six." He said silently, impressed by the newest Noble's skill. Then again, no one got the rating Hyper-Lethal by being ordinary.

"Thanks." She replied, flicking the blood off her blade before returning it to the sheath at her shoulder.

"Though I think you could have done better." He added in a contemplating tone.

"Hmph! I'd like to see you try." She mocked.

"You're on."

On their way back from the successful mission the two had made their competition more interesting.

The rules were simple. Rule number one, the would be wound would have to be a near instant. Rule number two, no blood could be drawn, if there was even a drop the attack wouldn't count. Rule number three, the 'knifing' could be done by any means necessary, whenever and wherever. The first to five won.

Six adjusted herself on the couch, her ears strained listening for noise as she repeatedly looked over her shoulder at the door. Finally feeling confidant that she would be safe from Noble Four for a while, she closed her eyes to rest.

Not long after her lids were shut she heard a faint clicking, someone was trying to sneak into the break room. Her eyes snapped. She unsheathed her Kukri with speed that only a Spartan possessed, and vaulted over the back of the couch, coming face to face with a very surprised Emile. His knife was already out, no doubt for the sneak attack he had been attempting to execute. They looked each other over, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"You're quick Six, but are you as strong?" Emile taunted, egging her on.

"You'll have to find out." She challenged, daring him to make the first move.

"Guess I will." The second he finished his sentence, he rushed her.

They dodged and lunged, creating a dance of moves and skills that they had picked up in their years of fighting in war. Six rushed again but Emile side stepped, grabbed her shoulder, and slammed her into the wall. In an attempt to counter Six jutted her hand forward and grabbed Emile around the neck, both had their Kukris pressed to each others throats at the same time, their speed equaled by this point. They were breathing heavily. Six locked eyes with Emile.

"Looks like it's a tie." She panted.

"Guess so." He replied but made no move to let her go. They were to busy with their stare down to notice someone new enter the room.

Jun opened the door of the break room, ready to finally get some well deserved rest after battling Covenant all day . He stepped in and was shocked at the mess. The main table in the room was on its side, the room's chairs were thrown everywhere, and the couch had been tipped over. It looked like a tornado had passed through.

"What happened in here?" He asked no one in particular, not yet noticing his two team-mates against the wall to his right. Noble Six and Four turned their heads towards the intruder.

"Jun!" They yelled simultaneously. The sniper's head snapped to look at them and his eyes widened slightly. Noticing Jun's startled expression, they looked at their positions. Knives at each others necks, him pinning her to the wall in a compromising way, and her looking like she was trying to strangle him. They looked back at him desperately. "This isn't what it looks like!" They exclaimed in unison.

"Um what's going on in here?" Noble Three freaked.

"Not what it looks like." Six said definitely, disgusted by the position she was in, before she roughly pushed Emile away from her.

"We were just partaking in a little competition that's all, Jun" Emile explained, rubbing his throat as he stepped further away from Noble Six.

"Of what?" Jun asked, his voice strained. "It looked like… I don't even want to say what it looked like!"

"We are just having a little knifing competition, to see who's better." The female Spartan explained as she sheathed her knife and went about righting all the upturned chairs.

"Why?" Jun asked completely confused by the situation.

"Because she said that she could knife better than me, that's why!" Emile growled, flipping the couch back over while Six moved to right the table.

"You two are strange," The sniper muttered. "even for Spartans." He shook his bald head. "Anyway, would you mind moving your competition somewhere else? I'd like to take a break without the risk of getting involved in your games." He moved towards the fridge to grab a drink. When he turned around, he found his two team mates in the exact same spots. "Well?" Six rolled her eyes and placed her hands up in a pacifying gesture before striding out of the room without a backwards glance.

"Hell with this!" Emile grumbled before storming out of the room, leaving Jun to his lonesome.

Later that day Emile and Six decided that the break room would be off limits for their competition, a safe-base as they called it. Neither wanted another incident like the one that happened with Jun to happen again.

Man I had no idea how fun writing one-shots could be! Hope you guys liked it! I really am open to ideas for this fic and "Set Course for Fail" actually I encourage them! Especially for SCfF : P! I really need funny ideas "wink wink" ; ) Any way stay tuned for more and I'll see you all winter break! Please review! Shadow out … Ooh that sounds cool! : P Bye everyone! Happy Holidays : D