A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait. My life is incredibly busy right now and I have had no time to write. Thank you for sticking with me.

My update schedule will be shaky for the next month, but don't worry. I wont stop writing! Writing is just something that I really enjoy doing! XD

Special thanks to Hatakefire for helping me with the idea.

Warning: Charachters may seem a bit OOC due to the fact that this is mainly crack.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Ranger's Apprentice. There is also a moment where I directly quoted Arthur Schopenhauer. I do not own the quote and I take no credit for it.

30. Under the Rain

Halt sat underneath the trees, a scowl just visible under his cowl. Will grinned, pulling his own cloak around his body as rain dripped down from the gray clouds, splashing in the little puddles.

"I always love a good rain," Will commented, watching the frown on his mentors face deepen with a sense of delight.

"I hate the rain," Halt growled, scooting closer to the tree trunk behind him, trying to get under the cover of the branches. "Makes my bones ache..."

Will raised an eyebrow at his former mentor. "You are getting old now, Halt. Maybe it's time for you to retire and stay at home in your nice, warm room with a blazing fire. Let the young spry folk like me do the mens work."

"Did you just call me old?" Halt asked. "I am not old!"

"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident," Will stated. "You're just in stage one."

Halt glared at the ranger, standing up and grabbing his bow. "Come on," he said. "We will be late for the gathering."

Will nodded, grabbing his own bow and mounting Tug. "You sure you don't need me to help you mount your horse?" Will asked.

"No," Halt snapped, his foot slipping in the stirrup as he swung his leg over Abelard's back. Will tried to hide his smile with his hand, masking it as a yawn.

When Halt was finally situated, they began riding through the forest, rain still drizzling down from the clouds.

"You doing okay up there, old man?" Will called forwards, a grin on his face.

Halt suddenly spun in his saddle, his bow coming up to point at Will. An arrow whizzed past the younger man's head, thudding into the tree truck near his face. Will nearly fell out of his saddle as he flinched away.

"Still think I'm old?" Halt growled, his hand reaching back for another arrow.

"No!" Will squeaked.

"Good. Next time, my old eyes wont be able to see you clearly and I might accidentally hit you!"

Will was unusually quite the rest of the ride.

A/N: There you are! I'm sorry its a bit short, but I didn't really have time to think of an extensive plot. But I hope you enjoyed it anyways. XD

Just to be safe... an extra disclaimer.

Disclaimer: There is a moment when I directly quote a famous german philosopher, Arthur Schopenhauer when he said, "All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident." I do not own the quote and I take no credit for it.

Anyways, next up is 'Flowers'. As usual, I am open to ideas. Please leave a review!

Live long and prosper!

-Dawn