Everleigh had a lovely sleep after unwillingly lending her voice to her partner and his soulmate's chaos. If anyone in the world was going to parody Wicked for Christmas, it was going to be the two of them. She didn't know how she hadn't seen it coming at some point of their trip. Actually, she was shocked it wasn't the first thing they had recorded.

She smiled a little as Dewey cuddled into her. The two of them usually slept longer than Maverick when given the opportunity, so waking up without him beside her wasn't necessarily all that different than any other day of her life where her and Maverick were in the same country. She didn't think much of it until she heard the same sound that had woken her and Brendon up earlier that morning followed by the sound of her partner screaming like he'd been run over by a reindeer.

In Everleigh's defense for not getting up right away, if Maverick wasn't wearing his glasses, sometimes she woke up to a very similar crashing sound and a scream. It wasn't our of the ordinary.

"What the fuck is wrong with you—" asked said partner who seemingly enjoyed waking Everleigh up to loud noises. Thank goodness she grew up on horror movies.

"Not so fun now is it?" Brendon. And he was right.

"Mav, why are you still sleeping out here?" That was Stevie.

"You tried Bash's door and it was locked." Maverick. And Everleigh was willing to bet... "I thought we were both out here—"

"Obviously, Brendon came out later to let me back in," Stevie said. "But... did you even try the other door?"

A couple footsteps and Everleigh's door flew open. Dewey scampered out like she was holding him hostage in the nice, cozy bed. Brendon gave her a small wave before turning back to the group. "Evidently, he did not."

"Leo solidarity," was Maverick's explanation.

"I'm not sharing a couch with you when I've got a warm bed with him," Stevie said.

Maverick could've had the same thing. Not Everleigh's fault. She pushed herself out of bed and threw on one of the several hoodies that her and Maverick had brought. Didn't even really pay attention to the fact it was the same Coachella hoodie she wore most days. No change there. It was starting to lose the scent of Maverick's cologne, though. Not okay.

"Do you recognize that means Everleigh didn't lock you out either?" Maverick countered.

Stevie stayed silent for a moment. "Oh my god."

Brendon looked over his shoulder. "Morning, Leigh."

Everleigh was slow to walk into the room. She took inventory of the three standing around. "Morning, Bash. Stevie. Kingston."

"Hmph." Stevie pouted. Santa would be disappointed. "Morning."

"What's wr..." Everleigh caught herself. She knew. But there was more than opportunity to have her explain it. "Everything all right?"

"I don't know," Stevie said. "Is it?"

"Did you... sleep okay?" Everleigh leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom. "You didn't stay up and, like, rerecord all of Wicked, did you?"

"That would've been a great idea but no," Stevie said. "I slept just fine in our bed because someone didn't tell us she left her door unlocked."

"Did you... try the door?" Everleigh asked.

"Well... uh... Maverick, you want to take the reins on this one?"

"Bash locked Stevie out," Maverick said. "I assumed you did the same."

"Why?"

"Luigi solidarity."

Everleigh was enjoying it a little too much that she didn't even argue with him that her and Brendon would've plotted against them. The truth of the matter was it had been an entirely uneventful end to their night where they simply took turns in the shower, wished the other good night in passing, and after her shower, she went to bed. No conniving.

"I may have locked her out but I did wake her up and tell her to get back in the room so—" Brendon said.

"Rude you didn't wake me up," Maverick said.

"I didn't lock anyone out," Everleigh said. "It was just Dewey and me all night—"

"Rude she didn't wake me up," Stevie said.

"The door was unlocked?" Everleigh said.

"Apparently she only lets men in." Stevie looked at Dewey. "Not a girl's girl."

"Girl's girls also don't wake people up at four o'clock in the morning without even writing a song," Everleigh said. "But I digress."

"Wicked is girl's girl in song form, Everleigh," Stevie said. Like that made sense. "We've explained this already."

"You're welcome for waking you up," Brendon said, "by the way."

"I can't thank you for something you didn't do," Maverick said. "And when you did do it, it was mean."

Absolute hypocrite. That was another reason that it wasn't announced the door hadn't been locked. Maybe the spoon deserved to sleep on the couch.

"Maybe if you hadn't fallen on me at four in the morning," Brendon said, "I would've spared you the corner of the bed."

"That was Everleigh's fault," Maverick said.

"Stevie's fault," Everleigh said. "Which was also likely your fault."

"I can't take this slander," Stevie said. "I'm gonna take Dewmaster for a walk. Maybe he'll appreciate me more."

"You're going outside?" Brendon asked.

Stevie buried herself in every coat by the front door whether it was hers or not. "I think I can handle some s-n-o-w."

"Don't think that's one of his trigger words," Brendon said.

"He is Japanese," Maverick said. "Loves the snow."

Dewey perked up. Like he always did.

"Hmm. That's what I thought. Let's go, babes." Stevie grabbed his leash and quickly put his harness on. She pulled open the door. "Oh my god. Guys, I think... Mav, is that snow melted? Like, enough to actually go outside and not die?"

"What?" Maverick hurdled the couch. Everleigh and Brendon exchanged looks that said they both thought he was destined to die on the dismount and somehow stuck the landing. He ran over to Stevie. "Oh my god."

"My god it looks like something straight out of a movie," Stevie said.

"This is why we came to fuckin' Calgary."

Stevie looked over at him. "Last one to make a snow angel is a razzie-winning werewolf in the catacombs."

Before Everleigh could protest, Maverick ran out sans jacket and had barely stopped to step into a pair of boots, let alone tie them. There was a lecture about hypothermia coming to him if he survived the Calgary weather long enough to hear it.

Maverick made a snow angel in record time—done by the time Brendon and Everleigh had made their way to the front door. He stood up and admired his work. "Not a chance—"

Stevie didn't waste a moment throwing a snowball at him. "Your favourite prize. Balls in your face."

"Hey."

"You should've seen that one coming," Brendon said.

By some miracle, Maverick managed to hit Brendon with a snowball from where he was standing. Right in the face. Everleigh was more worried about him missing and having it hit her, let alone having him hit right on target and the repercussions of that.

"Like that?" asked the dead man.

Stevie stared as Brendon wiped the snow off his face with his shirt. "How did you do that?"

"Please," Maverick said. "I know how to throw a ball. I've seen Twilight."

Stevie sighed. "Alice."

"Leigh." Brendon took a deep breath but didn't take his eyes off Maverick while he was talking. "Do you have any last words for Maverick?"

Stevie raised her hand. "Is anyone concerned by the number of times we've said that this year?"

And Stevie hadn't even been there when Troy had drunkenly said it to him when Maverick beat him at Yahtzee a couple months prior.

"Um. I am," Maverick said. "Definitely am."

"Nice knowing you, babes." If there was one thing Everleigh wasn't going to do, it was get in the way of Maverick facing the consequences of his own actions.

"Bash, I'm so sorry—"

"Suffer."

"... In case it wasn't obvious," Stevie said, "he's fast, Mav. Better get a head start."

"He's Edward?" Maverick wasn't fast by any means, but when he was scared, there was a bit of speed picked up. That was the fastest Everleigh had ever seen him move.

Brendon took off like he'd seen a green flag. Everleigh had the feeling that right that second, the colour was closer to red.

"Everleigh," Stevie called. "Can you be the Carlisle to my Bella with our strangely sexually-charged scene?"

That scene had always made Everleigh uncomfortable but she gave Stevie a nod. "Of course, lovely. Let's hope Bash doesn't kill Kingston first, though."

"Just gives us more time for ourselves, though." Stevie practically bounced up the stairs to join Everleigh at the door of the cabin. Filled in the spot her partner had left to go hunt.

"Stop flirting with Leigh," Brendon said. Closing in on the kill.

"I'm not flirting—"

"Twilight jokes are your definition of flirting—"

"She's gonna be a doctor, though. It's factual—" Maverick should've been more focused on running than talking. But he always had been better at the latter.

"Leo solidarity!"

"I've got you—"

Maverick was promptly cut off by Brendon full-on tackling him into the snow. When she could see his face again, she didn't want to tell the angry Australian where she'd seen the expression on Maverick's face before. Nor the situation that followed promptly after she'd seen that face. Sue her. The least she could do was spare Brendon that information. Even if Maverick was being obvious.

Brendon piled snow into Maverick's face with ferocity. "Don't start snowball fights with someone twice your size, Maverick."

Maverick did his best to cover his face with his arms but it was truly no use. Brendon was quick and angry. The last thing Maverick needed was to open his mouth, but that had never stopped him before. "Can't believe you're this hot and bothered—"

"Stev, after I murder him—" Brendon didn't stop the snow flurry while talking. "—do you want to turn his lifeless body into a snowman?"

"Frosty the good bitch, it is," Stevie said.

Everleigh could already picture the snow crown she'd place on his head.

"Brendon, this is biphobic—" Maverick tried.

"Stevie's giving me permission," Brendon said.

"Everleigh, do you have a hat for him?" Stevie asked. "Or a scarf? Frosty needs a hat and a scarf."

"I'm not part of this," Everleigh said. She crossed her arms matter-of-factly.

"You're not going to help me—"

"Yeah, but I'm not helping them either."

"Domestic abuse."

(Everleigh also hadn't mentioned his bedroom eyes. That was a gift.)

"Maybe she's practicing self care," Stevie said.

"How—" Maverick tried.

Brendon had evidently found his word of the weekend for causing maximum damage. Threw a snowball straight into Maverick's mouth. "Choke."

Stevie watched for a moment. "Anyone else kind of turned on right now?"

Maverick spat out his mouthful of snowball. The jokes wrote themselves. "I'm not at liberty to say."

That earned Maverick another face full of snow.

Stevie held her hand out as it started snowing again. Lightly. Not at all the blizzard like before. She followed a flake all the way to her palm and smiled at Everleigh. "I've only seen falling snow one other time. It's... it's so pretty."

Everleigh smiled. "Feel like I've taken snow for granted my whole life."

And she had.

Everleigh grew up with snow. Every year if she and her sister were in school and the first snow happened, their dad called in sick for work and called in sick for them at school. Let them have the whole day to play outside and build forts and snowmen and throw snowballs until they had tired themselves out. Always had homemade chicken noodle soup and hot chocolate ready for when they dragged themselves inside. The best days ever.

Maverick had told her before they were dating that he liked the way the snow looked on her. Scrapped a song meant for Superhero about the snow in London—didn't quit fit the aesthetic of the album and Everleigh understood, as much as she had loved the song. The last couple years had been dedicated to Maverick finding snow anywhere they were and taking pictures of her with snow on her. There was never a dull moment.

Snow was one of the most constant things in her life and she couldn't believe how obtuse she'd been about how special it was.

"Dad said the first time he ever went to see snow, he brought his boardshorts," Stevie said. "Said you can take the boy out of Hawai'i, but you can't take Hawai'i out of the boy."

"I respect it." Everleigh looked around for a moment. (Ignored the armageddon.) Let the falling snow fill the silence. "Better or worse than the New York snow?"

"Well. I got a good song out of that one," Stevie said. And, boy, had she. "But all of my favourite people are here so I think I like Calgary snow better."

"Glad the blizzard didn't scare you away," Everleigh said. "Or. Glad you stayed. After all of that."

"Maybe there are such things as Christmas miracles."

"We'll have to make sure you get London snow sometime soon," Everleigh said. Not at all a reminder that Stevie and Brendon were visiting literally the week after. Maverick had already made up their bed before they left for Calgary. "Even better."

She could probably even convince Troy to make them some homemade soup and hot chocolate. The perfect cold weather food. He always did say how she needed to bring Stevie by more.

"As long as I don't have to bunk with him," Stevie said. "Also, do you think I could throw a snowball at the Buckingham Palace gates and not get arrested?"

"I don't see why you shouldn't try." Everleigh might've lived there her entire life and placed a vote every time she had to but that didn't mean she supported the monarchy in any way. She'd only had three short years with the only monarch she did like the sound of.

Stevie held out her pinky finger. "Partners in crime?"

Everleigh wrapped her pinky around Stevie's. "Partners in crime."