Title: "Small Talk" Featuring: Norm "Hoot" Gibson, Todd Blackburn Rating: PG Summary: The night before battle. Gen-fic. Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights belong to Mark Bowden, Scott Free Productions, and Columbia Pictures, not me. Notes: For Soren_kant, for this scene challenge. "Lotta stars out tonight," Todd remarked. He scooted over and Hoot dropped beside him on the back bumper of the Humvee. Courtyard was as quiet as Hoot could remember, but he doubted too many of the guys were sleeping. "Yeah," Hoot answered, squinting as he glanced up at the cloudless night and the stars twinkling overhead like a celestial blanket. "Gonna be a hot one tomorrow, though." "Fucking freezing right now." "That's the desert for you," Hoot shrugged. "Cold at night, scorching during the day. Just bring plenty of water tomorrow and you'll be fine." "You been here long?" "Two months." "Long time." "It'll be over soon," Hoot said. Todd glanced over at him with an unreadable expression on his too-young face. "You really think that it will?" Hoot didn't have an answer. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!