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- 1-Snow
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He didn't really mind being here, though he suspected it had
less to do with Xavier's offer of truce between all mutants and more to do with
Kitty-Kat giving Lance the big doe eyes. Over the phone.
How the hell did chicks do that?

Todd figured he ought to know and settled uncomfortably in
the window seat, hands burrowed in his coat sleeves as far as he could get
them. He didn't mind being here. Beat the hell out of sitting in a cold empty
house with no heat, but damn if he didn't feel weird sitting inside a mansion
with the kind of Christmas decorations he'd only seen in picture-books. A mansion that belonged to his former enemies. Yeah. Nothing awkward about that, no sir.

Outside, everyone was working off the enormous dinner they'd
just consumed, cavorting around like morons, throwing clumps of snow and
probably having a blast. He watched Scott wave his arms for attention while he
shouted something. He got attention all right, probably not the kind he was
hoping for. Todd snickered as Summers dove for cover a
little too late, but it had worked to divide the zone of chaos in the yard into
two zones of chaos.

Snowball war. Huh. Now who didn't see that one coming? Todd
settled into the window seat, sticking out his tongue in their general
direction. He pulled the edges of the overlarge jacket Lance had made him
borrow closer to his body, and decided he would just sit this one out like
usual. Fools would come in freezing their asses off and he'd laugh at them,
himself all nice and toasty. In this nice toasty . . . boring mansion.

"Why aren't you out there with us?"

Todd blinked and looked away from the window sharply to see
a familiar blue shape standing next to him. The question caught him more off
guard than NightCreeper's appearance.

"Cause," he replied, sullenly. He looked back out
the window.

"Cause?" Kurt prompted.
Todd didn't have to look at him to see the raised eyebrow and slightly tilted
head.

"I just don't wanna."

". . ."

Todd turned his head at the lack of retort and Kurt was
gone. Figured. And then suddenly something fuzzy was
wrapped around his neck. It was followed by a hat jammed onto his head and two
more items dropped in his lap. Todd blinked at the green scarf. "What the
hell?" he asked, holding up gloves.

"They should help. Come on, five minutes. You don't
like it, I'll take you back."

"Wait, dawg --"

"I promise," Kurt said, and his hands were on
Todd's shoulders. Shit, that meant --

And Todd's ass was in the snow. "ACK!" he yelped
and tried to get up. He floundered and sat back down, trying to draw his knees
up and keep in the meager warmth he'd stored. Kurt, damn him, had his head back
in the game, peering over the wall of the snow fort. "Dawg, take me
inside!" he demanded, pulling on the gloves. "It's too freakin' cold!"

"You wanted outside," Kurt said, looking at him.
Todd couldn't deny that.

"I . . . yeah, but it's --"

"Look, trust me, okay? I won't let you freeze to
death." The elf's hands scooped up snow and rounded it into a ball,
pressing it into Todd's gloved hand. "Now try to have some fun, ja-ja?" he teased, grinning
cheekily. Todd immediately recalled the last time he'd used German in front of Kurt and groaned.

The comeback on his lips died as something whizzed past
their line of defense and thwapped him square in the
face. Cold. Stinging. Wet. And there was familiar cackling.

Oh NO he didn't.

"You gonna regret that, boy!" Todd yelled, glaring
over the ice-wall at the culprit. He threw the snowball Kurt had given him only
to see a spray of white fluff sail over the wall. Belatedly he realized he'd
crushed the snowball in his rage. "Motherfuck--?"

And another one hit him in the face, knocking him backwards.
Todd's legs went up and he let out a string of curses. Kurt couldn't help but
burst out laughing, nearly falling over in the snow himself.
�
"Are you on my side or not, fool?" Todd snapped,
gathering more snow. Fuck hypothermia. He was going to GET Pietro.

More than five minutes later, Todd was getting into the
spirit of things and actually laughing despite the fact more missiles hit him
than his targets. Pietro was untouched however and
Todd was slowing down. Kurt happened to turn his head at just the right moment
and his eyes widened.

"Todd!" He cried out in warning and lunged. Pietro was fast, but the bucket of watery slush he held was
heavier than he had accounted for and his fingers had slipped twice while
lifting it. That alone gave Kurt enough time to push Todd out of the way and
take the full splash himself. And it gave Todd enough time to flick out a tongue
and get Pietro's ankle and pull. Pietro slipped, yelled, and sent
the bucket flying harmlessly toward Sam's head.

Todd was all over him in the next second, moving fast for a
frozen amphibian, stuffing snow in Pietro's ears and
jacket while thoroughly cussing him out. Kurt laughed like a lunatic, holding
on to Pietro's ankles and shivering and Todd could
barely be heard over Pietro's piteous shrieks. Lance
finally came over and separated them. Then he did a double take.

"What the hell are you doing outside?" he snapped
at Todd, ignoring the madly gibbering Pietro who was
now clinging to his leg. Todd cringed, but not as much as Kurt. "You
already forget what happened with Arrowrose, you
little idiot?"

"So I ran outta cab money. I
made it back just fine!"

"Like hell you did." Lance muttered, remembering
something entirely different.

"Well, I'm okay now. Really, yo."

Lance snapped his fingers in front of Todd's face. The boy
blinked, a little too slow in reaction. "Get him inside," he snapped
at Kurt. The elf got up, concerned and guilty and eager to get out of Lance's
sight. Before he could port the both of them, Todd knelt down and ruffled the
hell out of Pietro's hair.

"No hard feelings, right dawg?" Todd drawled,
grinning.

"I'm gonna s-so f-fucking g-get you--" Pietro hissed, not relinquishing his death-grip on Lance.

The rest of his threat was cut off. Todd found himself back
inside. He was seated in front of the fire and felt his hat removed followed by
his sopping-wet coat and scarf and gloves. A towel rubbed at his hair and there
was noise for a while until he realized it was the sound of Kurt apologizing.
And Todd realized he hadn't really moved or responded since he'd been sat down
in front of the hearth. He looked over at Kurt, who's
teeth were only lightly chattering now.

"Yo,
Kurt?"

The elf paused, staring. And Todd realized it was the first
time he'd used the German's name.

Todd couldn't think of anything to say for another moment as
Kurt kept wide yellow eyes on him, slowly returning to the task of drying off
his hair.

"Don't ever apologize for that, okay?" he
muttered.

"Hmm?" Kurt's voice still
had a trembling anxiousness to it, as though not certain Todd would really be
okay.

"You know how many years it's been I wanted to go out
in the snow? Let alone do somethin' like that to Maximoff?"
Todd asked, blissfully. And he heard Kurt snort in amusement, starting to
relax.

"Pretty long I'm guessing."

"Yeah. Just for that? I ain't
gonna let Lance kill you."

"Thanks." Kurt didn't sound impressed or grateful,
but he was definitely no longer on edge.�

Todd leaned his head back as Kurt worked. He could feel the
blood return to his fingers and toes slowly, but he was content to sit here
until it did. And he suspected he was still grinning like a bastard. Damn it.
This meant he had to like the elf now, didn't it?

"No, dawg," he murmured. "Thank you.”�
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