So I COULD work on Abyss...or I could post this instead. Because Christmas. Or Life Day. Whatever.
Anyway, hope you like it! (Also, just a note for time frame, this boys are like, seven or eight in this.)
Somewhere in the darkness of the cave, Forty sighed. “Six-Two, go back to sleep,” he grumbled, curling up in a tighter ball. Sev, who was huddled close to him for warmth, didn’t even stir.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” pouted Six-Two. He pulled his poncho—their only extra layer over the red reliefs—more tightly around his shoulders. If Three-Eight listened hard, he could hear his brother’s teeth chattering. “Is it supposed to be this cold?”
“It’s snowing,” said Three-Eight. Well, it was sort of snowing. It was all artificially-created indoor snow. Didn’t make it any warmer in the test chamber. “So I’d assume so, yes.”
“Oh.” Six-Two scooted closer to Boss. “We’re not going to freeze to death, are we?”
“I don’t think so. They wouldn’t stick us out here and turn the temperature down just to kill us.” The exercise was designed to help build their resistance to elemental extremes. Honestly, Three-Eight preferred the extreme heat exercise (once they’d found water, anyway). Out here, there wasn’t much relief aside from the small (completely unhelpful) fire they’d managed to build and each others’ body heat. “We’ll be fine. We survived the other one.”
“Mmm.” For a brief second, Six-Two was actually quiet. Then he started talking again: “Three-Eight?”
“I think it’s Life Day.”
Three-Eight turned to stare blankly at Six-Two. “Huh?”
“Life Day. I think it’s today.”
“What’s Life Day?”
“I…don’t really know. Some kind of holiday?”
“For fierfeck’s sake…” Forty lifted his head to glare at Six-Two. “Have you been hanging around those Null ARCs and Sergeant Skirata again?”
Forty sighed. “Don’t you remember what Sergeant Vau said? That lot is bonkers. You shouldn’t listen to them.”
“What’s the point anyway?” That was Sev. Guess he wasn’t sleeping. “We don’t even know what it is. Why should we bother celebrating it?”
“I don’t know.” Six-Two shrugged. “I just thought that was kind of interesting.”
“Yeah, well, I’m trying to sleep.” Fixer rolled over, muttering something about morons and pointlessness. He wasn’t cheerful on a good day, forget when he was freezing cold and sleep-deprived.
“I guess he kind of has a point,” muttered Six-Two. Again, he huddled closer to Three-Eight, probably to avoid the wrath of cold, sleep-deprived Forty. He looked so dejected that Three-Eight felt a little bad for him.
“Maybe not,” Three-Eight replied quietly. He glanced at the fire to make sure it wasn’t going out. “Did you hear Sergeant Skirata say what it was about?”
“Not really. Something about family and being together.” He frowned. “…But…”
“We’re a family, right?”
“’Course we are.” Three-Eight fed another small branch into the fire. “And?”
“Well, we’re all alive and together, yeah?”
“So…I guess we kinda have a reason to celebrate.”
Three-Eight laughed slightly. “Yeah…I guess you’re right. I didn’t think about it that way.” He elbowed his brother affectionately. “Hey, happy Life Day vod’ika.”
“Happy Life Day, vod.”
And suddenly, the cold didn’t seem so bad.
Merry Christmas! :3