I sometimes read but rarely write AUs, but I had an assignment for my TESOLs certification that this started out as. It was also inspired by the nor'easter that hit the Canadian Maritimes in 2014. Or was it 2013?

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no money writing fanfiction.

…..0…0…0…..

It was six o'clock on a Tuesday night, and Iruka was still in his classroom. He worked at his desk diligently, pausing to stretch slowly and rub the back of his neck. As he glanced at the clock, he started, realizing how late it was. He sighed, knowing he should probably get home. After all, there was a storm moving in and the principal had mentioned to the staff that the school would most likely be cancelled the next day. Iruka packed his bag; making sure to bring all of the papers he had leftover to grade.

Iruka worked at one of only four elementary schools in the small maritime town of Campbellton, New Brunswick. He was well loved by students and the community alike, but was secretly looking forward to a day off. Iruka was the only teacher left in his school at this hour; he was one of only two or three that ever worked overtime. However, the quality of his work and all of the extra-curricular activities he ran reflected his hard work ethic.

Bag finally packed, Iruka made his way over to his closet and dug out all of his winter gear. He put it on sluggishly, definitely ready to go home. As he tucked his scarf into the top of his button-down coat, he grabbed his satchel and made his way down the hall. As the biting wind hit him full on, he lowered his head and trudged through the knee-deep snow to his Jeep.

Meanwhile….

It was quarter to six and Kakashi knew he was in trouble. He was usually the last to leave the private high school where he worked. In general, though he was an exceptional teacher, he was also rather lethargic (lazy!). He never moved fast unless he was really motivated and today had been no different even though he had known there was a storm coming. There were winds gusting to over 160km an hour and the snowdrifts were piled several feet high. Visibility was terrible, but as usual, Kakashi hadn't cared to think too far ahead and had driven his very impractical sports car to work anyways. Kakashi was from a wealthy family and had purchased the car on a whim. He also didn't have to work, but chose to anyways. He didn't get along very well with his administrators or even many students, but he was brilliant and a great teacher so his lack of social skills was often overlooked.

Horribly cold and up to his knees in snow, Kakashi's face was caked in ice from his eyes tearing up then freezing to his face. He had long since dropped his satchel in the snow and his car's hood was up. He had no flares or even an emergency kit in his car and even if he had booster cables, there was no one to jump his car for him. He also lived way on the other side of the town, just outside the city limits in his family's large old farmhouse. It was remodeled, of course, and the farm had long since been turned into a beautiful orchard, a beekeeping area and a beautiful stable that raised thoroughbreds.

Kakashi sighed and slumped against the driver's side door of his car when he noticed what he thought were headlights approaching. He rubbed his eyes blearily and blinked. Yeah, even through the reduced visibility, he could clearly make out the foggy shape of two headlights approaching slowly.

He pushed off the car clumsily, trying to quickly make his way through the snowdrifts, shouting hoarsely at the top of his lungs for whomever it was to, "Stop!" more shaky steps, "Please, stop!"

As he made his way very cautiously down the road, Iruka thought he could make out a form by the side of the road. Nearing the figure, he realized that—Yes, some idiot was blundering about in the middle of the road, so he brought his vehicle to an abrupt halt.

Opening the door and stepping partially out, he shouted out a hearty, "Hello?" that was lost almost immediately in the wind.

Iruka was answered with a small, "Thank goodness," that echoed eerily through the snow-dampened air.

As the snow-muted sound reached his ears, he realized with a sigh that the blundering fool out in the blizzard was none other than his brother's dumbass math teacher. Only Kakashi, he mused to himself, would be ignorant enough not to prepare for a storm of this caliber in advance. Only that stupid, arrogant shit would get stuck—most likely in his ridiculous sports car that was in no way, shape or form suitable for a Canadian winter.

When the man in the car stepped fully out into the snow and made his way over, Kakashi realized who it was. He was grateful, make no mistake—he knew he was lucky anyone had stopped for him at all; given the weather it was a miracle anyone was even out— but he had to grit his teeth though, because…. well because it was him. As much as he knew Iruka was kind to a fault and was probably still out because he hadn't quit working yet, he also knew the man had quite a temper and his sharp tongue lashings had stung Kakashi on more than one occasion, as he attended most parent-teacher conferences in lieu of he and his brother's adoptive parents. It was also awful to end up at the same teacher workshops as him all the time, but what else could you expect in a small town like this one?