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The car sat in idle, the headlights dimmed as the cold rain pelted down on the windows, slapping the windshield with fat drops of half-frozen slush. The police scanner continued on in its constant low chatter that Odo only half listened to. The dial on the console was cranked to max heat, an attempt to warm up the young man that sat inside with him.

Six chewed quietly on a dollar burger as he tried to warm up, his threadbare jacket and purple knit hat not thick enough to stave off the freezing temperatures he’d been living in. Odo had found him earlier down at the park, sitting with old Lusita around a campground barbecue pit, the small fire on the grill just warm enough to thaw out their hands.

Odo had been dismayed to find him out here again; word on the street indicated that he was supposed to be back at home again, taken back once more by his fickle and loveless parents. At least, that’s what his old CPS caseworker had indicated. Obviously something had gone wrong, as it frequently did where he and his felonious family were concerned

“How long has it been this time?”

Six turned to look at Odo, pausing mid-chew. “Two weeks. I was feeling homesick, I guess. I got over it.”

Odo shook his head, the memory of Weyoun Senior’s greasy, false smiles turning his stomach a little. He was the kind of man that preached flattery but deep down he was as passionless as they came. He never tried terribly hard to hide it. He didn’t blame Six for wanting nothing to do with him. “I don’t suppose I can blame you for that.”

“It’s not so bad, you know? The cold nights, yeah…the holidays, too. But after you learn the rules, learn the people… it’s not so scary,” Six said. “I can make enough to get by. I do. And i have no bills, no job, nothing to tie me down. When I’m out here, I’m free.”

Odo watched Six for a minute as he crumpled the yellow paper wrapper in his hands, studying the frown on his face as he watched the sloppy rain outside turn to snow. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a line as hopeful as that spoken with such a lost expression.

“Free or not, It’s too cold for you out here tonight. You’re going to freeze. Get your things, put them in the trunk. I’m taking you somewhere warm tonight.”

“Odo,” Six asked, confused. “The shelter filled up at five. You can’t take me there.”

“That’s not where we’re going, so that won’t be a problem. I know a place you can stay, so go get your things.”

Six smiled gratefully at Odo, the stern-faced man that had quickly proven to be his most generous friend. He was offering him food, warmth, and shelter from the storm. In what world could he afford to turn him down? With a beaming smile, he dashed from the car up to his spot under the bridge, hauling his backpack and his dirty duffel over to the trunk of Odo’s squad car.

Odo sighed. He’s going to take this kid home. The funny thing is that he didn’t really feel like he’d had a lot of choice in the matter. Really, he didn’t; between that excited smile and the snowflakes sticking to the glass behind him, the fight was over before it even began.

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