A Furious Wolf

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or The Fast And Furious in any way, shape, or form, they belong to their respective owners.

(A.N) Hello, and welcome to my very first Halo x Fast and Furious crossover. A very strange crossover pairing I know, but considering that there have been Smallville x Fast and Furious, Naruto x Fast and Furious, Harry Potter x Fast and Furious, Avengers x Fast and Furious and even Twilight x Fast and Furious crossovers….

Why not Halo x Fast and Furious? Plus now the Fast and Furious franchise has it own super soldier and has changed from racing to heists and working for Government agencies...so why not have a Spartan involved?

Besides as of right now this is simply a test. If I get interest in this story then I will continue it, otherwise I will eventually take it down.

Chapter 1: A Misplaced Demon.

At the dockyard that was filled with dozens of trucks and brimming with activity that ranged from the dockworkers and the large crane that lowered the metal container of the semi-trucks that came and go all through the day and even through the night, a single white container could be seen brimming with electrical goods that mostly consisted of televisions and DVD players.

Once the container had been filled up, or at least filled with the orders that were heading for Los Angeles, the works slammed the doors shut and lifted the bar to lock the two doors; the last thing they wanted was the doors swinging open mid transport.

"Double check that door," One of the dockworkers, presumably the foremen ordered the others. "I'm not explaining to the client that his goods were lost because of your incompetence."

"Yes, boss." The dockworker said rolling his eyes at the foreman who either did not see it or just didn't care as he walked away and grabbed his mobile phone from his pocket.

Pressing the number of speed dial, he pressed the large, bulky, phone to his ear and waited as it started ringing. Within a few seconds they picked up but said nothing, not even a hello…. though he had come to expect nothing less from him.

"Just packed up a real money load, and it is heading your way. Look out for a white container with the words Rodgers written on the side. Don't forget my share of the real." He said as he hung up the phone and headed off.

It had been at least seven hours now since the semi-truck had left the docks and was now currently driving down the highway in the dead of the night and headed towards the closest service station to rest up for the night before heading off early in the morning to deliver the electrical goods to the store.

For the most part the journey had been a quiet one with the only traffic during the day holding the driver up; which was to be expected in the busy city of Los Angeles, the city of angels and the largest city of Californian. Things were going well, nothing out of the ordinary...but like with all good things nothing ever lasted.

The sound of revving echoed down the highway as behind the semi-truck, three identical black 1993 Honda Civic Coupes that had black tinted windows that prevent anyone from seeing what was inside, specially who was driving, and bright neon green lights that lit up the ground underneath them could be seen racing down the highway breaking the national speed limit by a considerable amount; though speeding was the least of their concerns.

The cars roared down the highway reaching the semi-truck within a matter of seconds before they got into formation, clearly it had all been planned and this was not a simple spontaneous decision to rob truck for a simple thrill. The first Honda went around the truck and moved in front of it, the second moved to the left, and the third headed to the right boxing the truck in; even if it could easily plough through the cars with ease.

The trunks driver honked his horn having no time for joyriders, only to quickly conclude that he had grossly misunderstood the situation when the leading Civic sunroof opened up and someone wearing a black motocross helmet, black clothes and was holding a grappling gun with both hands that they aimed at the window on the left side.

Without warning they fired through the windscreen and tore it from the rest of the truck with ease. Once they had removed the sheet of glass, the second car moved forward with the passenger climbing atop their car and fired their grappling gun, this time firing into the passenger seat. Pulling the rope from the grappling gun, they fastened it to their belt before climbing on top of the Honda and jumped over to the truck, climbing into the cab where they immediately had to defend themselves from the baseball bat that was swung at that courtesy of the driver.

Moving back as the wooden bat was swung at them, they narrowly avoided having their arm broken by the weapon as they reached for a weapon of their own. When they found it they pulled out a tranquilizer gun, aimed it at the driver and fired a dart into their arm. The driver swung his bat a few time, but each one was slower than the first before they eventually passed out and fell forward.

Pulling them out of the way and out of the drivers seat, the hijacker took the wheel and steadied the truck as best as they could, doing everything in their power to stop it from crashing into the side.

When they had managed to straighten it, the hijacker stuck their hand out of the window and gave the closest Honda a thumbs up alerting them that they had gained control of the vehicle just as they reached the end of highway where a group of road workers were standing around near the cones that blocked most of the lanes barring one that was in the middle.

Flooring it down the single lane, the hijackers escaped with the electrical goods, but most importantly with their lives.

"Distance is closing on this vessel refuelling track with the Covenant supercarrier. Seventy-six seconds until endpoint." A British, synthetic voice rang out through the hanger bay of the Corvette.

"Damn it!" I heard Noble Six snap as he slapped the side of the slipspace bomb in frustration, the drive retaliated with a rebellious beep that almost seemed to be goading the big guy into attacking again. "So, it's gonna be like that?" He added sounding beaten, as if the twenty-seven years of war had finally caught up to him in that moment.

"Problem?" I asked as I walked up to the giant of Noble Team who briefly glanced over his shoulder to look at me. "I doubt Catherine will appreciate you damaging her tech."

Jorge chuckled softly at that shaking his head in amusement. "True," He said as he turned around and walked over to him. "But then i could say the same thing about you calling Kat, Catherine."

I shrugged at that, but could not keep the smile from forming as I imagined she would sent me for calling her that. "That's her name, her real name." I clarified to the gentle giant. "Ready to go?

"Well, about that."

"What?" I gained a sinking feeling in my stomach as he said that, but reframed from saying anything.

"I've got good news and bad news. This bird took some damage during the fight and its thruster gimbles are toast, meaning that the only way off this slag heap is gravity."

"And the good news?"

"That was the good news."

"At this vessels current velocity, we will reach endpoint within fifty-nine..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."Jorge grumbled at Auntie Dot as he reached up to grab his helmet and removed it before dropping it to the floor. The titanium helmet banged as it hit the ground with a loud thump that rang out through the hanger bay. "Bad news is that the timers fried, meaning that I'll have to activate it manually."

"That's a one way trip."

"We all make it sooner or later." Noble Five countered shrugging his large shoulders as he apparently fate. Rather than trying to escape his death, he met it like an old friend. "You better get going, Six. They're gonna need you down there." He said as he reached underneath the breastplate of his armour and snatched his dogtags from his neck and placed them in my hand.

"Reach has been good to me, time to return the favour. Don't deny me this." Jorge said gripped my hand and effortlessly lifted me off the ground, even while I was wearing my Mjolnir, and carried me over to shield that was keeping the vacuum from pulling them out to endless void of space, which humanity had only explored 1% of the universe even after centuries of leaving their home system.

"Tell' em to make it count." Was the last thing that Jorge said to me before threw me through the shield and out of the ship. I said nothing, what could I say? I was in a state of shock as Jorge had made the ultimate sacrifice, worse he had sacrificed himself so that I could live; that alone made me wish that I had died instead...I was after all a Spartan-III, the expendable super soldier.

I plummeted down to the planet below me, the corvette grew smaller and smaller with each passing second and all I could do was watch as the ship neared the massive CSO-class supercarrier that dwarfed anything in the UNSC navy. Once the corvette reached its target a vibrant purple erupted from the ship and engulfed the midsection of the supercarrier as it was swallowed by the slipspace portal.

When the portal disappeared I saw that the supercarrier was missing the midsection and the bow and the stern that were drifting off in opposite directions; but both pieces were slowly, but gradually, falling toward Reach just as I was.

"It should have been me."

Lurching forward in his bed, a young man panted heavily as he sat up in bed. Sweat poured down his face and exposed chest and he breathed in and out as he tried to get control of his breathing after having that harrowing dream, but alas it was more than that. A dream he could live with, a nightmare he could endure, god knows he had them enough that they had almost become comforting to him, but what made it feel a hundred times worse was the fact that it was a memory.

Jorge's death had probably hit him the hardest, even more than when Kat had died in his arms in New Alexander. She had been there one moment in mid conversation with him and rest of Noble Team and then...she was gone. There was no going out guns blazing, no heroic last stand...just a single headshot and she was gone, his sister was gone and had died in his arms and there was not a single thing he could do about it.

For all his skills, for all his famed abilities that he used against the Insurrectionists...he had never felt so powerless as he did in that moment. Not with Jorge, Emile, Carter, the rest of Beta-Company, or even when his home world had been invaded and he had watched first-hand as his parents were cut down by the Covenant.

Shaking his head to erase the thoughts he had of his past, he fell back into his bed, not caring that the sheet was drenched in sweat. He had slept in far worse places during his career as a Spartan, a career that was now, technically, over.

Looking over to his right where the bedside table was situated, he looked over at the alarm clock that had both the time and date on the face of it. 05:17 AM, 2004.

2004.

Even now after spending the last few there adapting to the times, he was still having a hard time accepting that he had somehow gone back in time over five hundred years, to a time when humanity no longer needed him to fight for her...or her colonies; mostly because right now Earth was the only planet that humanity had ever colonised.

Plus it would not be for another hundred and fifty-four years until the Jovian Moons Campaign would begin. A conflict that would wage on the moons of Jupiter in 2160, followed by the Rainforest wars in 2162, then the Mars Campaign in 2163, and finally the Interplanetary war that would take place between 2164-2170.

Though, fortunately for him he would not be around to fight in the those wars. He might have been a Spartan, and while it was hypnotized that Spartans lived longer than the average human, around a hundred and thirty, he did not see himself living for centuries; and even if he did should he?

Every action he took he was potentially altering the future, even if he could see now why he could have gotten worse than the shape it was in when Reach had fell to the Covenant. Still, there was the theory that if you stepped on a butterfly in the past you would drastically change the future...plus it would do no good if he bumped into his ancestor, or worse revealed to the world that he was from the future and in a hundred years there would be neo-Nazi's and Neo-Communists in space...

And after that they would learn that they were not alone in the universe like they believed after finding no proof of intelligent life in the cosmos; but it would be a discovery that they wished they had never unearthed.

"Problem sleeping, Noble Six?" A synthetic female voice that had a distinctive British accent asked, her voice rang out in his bedroom over the speakers that were positioned in the four corners of the room that pulled him from his inner monologue and back to reality, as cruel as it had been too him over the years.

"No." The Spartan-III commando answered gruffly, his tired dark blue eyes staring up at the white ceiling above him.

"I find your response highly illogical and unfounded." The Dumb A.I said in her usual dry, articulate, tone that made her sound like a mother hen.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed." If Dot had picked up on his sarcasm she did not comment on it. " If you did not have trouble sleeping then you would still be resting and not awake at 05:22 hours." She reasoned using her superior intellect against him.

"..."

"If it would suit you, I can search for some relaxing, serene, music to help you fall into a peaceful slumber?" Auntie Dot offered as she waited patiently for his reply. "As I have stated numerous time before, there is no need for you to awake at this hour."

"Call it a bad habit."

"I would call it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." Dot retorted to the resting Spartan who frowned at her, even if he could not physically see her. "Presumably you dreamt about your time on Reach?" It was more of an statement than an question and both knew it.

"..."

"PTSD is nothing to be ashamed about, Lieutenant."

"I do not have PTSD, Dot." He said firmly as he closed his eyes. "I just dreamt about Jorge was all, I...always dream about them." Six whispered struggling to say that last part out loud.

"What happened to Noble Team, to Reach was not your fault."

Six chuckled morbidly at her, his laugh was deep and rough as he shook his head at her attempt of comforting him.

"Maybe one day I will believe that." He chuckled at his partner before opening his eyes once again and sat up. "I'm up now, might as well get up."

"My offer still stands, Six."

"I appreciate it, but it is unnecessary." The Hyper Lethal replied as he climbed out of his bed and stepped onto the wooden floor, which was cold against his foot, before heading for the door.

"Any plans for today?"

"Stay at home." Six answered as he walked across the room that was pretty Spartan (no pun intended) and stopped in front of the door. "Why?"

"I believe that it would be prudent for you to visits the city, is all."

"Nothing I want there."

"Maybe not, but I am concerned about your mental health." Dot explained to him, stopping him mid-step. "You can not just stay at the farm the entire time. You need human interaction."

"I have you."

"I appreciate the sentiment, Alex." The Artificial Intelligence remarked using his real name." But as I said, human interaction." She added causally to the Spartan who frowned.

"Who exactly can I talk too?" Alex retorted. "About anything?"

"I am not suggesting that you talk to them about you coming from the future, or even that you are a soldier...but you could have a normal conversation. I believe humans often comment on the weather; that is a good conversation starter."

Six sighed knowing that she was not going to let this go, eventually she would get her way...which he noticed that she always seemed to in the end. Her patience seemed to be eternal, no wonder her and Kat got on so well.

"We'll see." He relented as he grabbed the door handle and opened up the door to reveal the hallway that again consisted of wooden planks.

"That is all I ask, Lieutenant." Dot replied as he left the room but not before adding. "Enjoy your shower."

"Will do."

And cut! Well, here is the first chapter of my Halo x Fast and Furious crossover. I hoped you all enjoyed it...even if nothing happened. Again like i said up top this is only a test to see if this story will be well received or considered to be a crack fit with the two verses not meshing together.

If I do continue this story, Six will meet Dom, Mia and the rest of the gang next chapter when he goes to their café….and yes, Brian will be included in this story. Although his entrance will be a little different than the movies.

Also, should there be a pairing for this crossover? Here are the options I have so far...

Six x Mia.

Six x Letty.

Six x Gisele Yashar.

Six x Elena Neves.

Six x Monica Fuentes,

Six x Cipher.

Six x Suki.

Six x Multi/Harem.