"I'm not sure I can do this

Disclaimer: Someone had a good idea, which they named Gundam Wing.

                        They put it onto the TV and that Internet thing.

                        They make a load of money, and their wallets still do grow,

                        Please just let me borrow them, especially Heero!

(Don't own them, wish I did. Nor do I own 'Dude Where's my Car?' on which this story is loosely based.)

Dude Where's My Duo?

By Anime Animal.

Chapter 1: Where's Duo?

With a low, headachy groan, Quatre Raberba Winner's blonde head emerged from underneath a coffee table after hitting it on the aforementioned piece of furniture. He noted the surroundings with a large degree of bleary eyed-ness and was satisfied with where he was. What he was not satisfied with was the continuing pounding in his head, the way that his vision was blurred around the edges and the frighteningly large amount of empty beer bottles (alcoholic) that were strewn around the room.

"Oh my God, what happened to us last night?" He groaned.

Another head appeared from behind the couch with the unibangs messed up to almost beyond recognition.

"I don't know, but my ass is killing me." Trowa said sombrely. "Oh wait, I appear to have slept on a bottle."

Quatre breathed a sigh of relief and then groaned again.

"My head is killing me."

Trowa nodded.

"Not surprising really, that sounded like quite a bump."

"Hunh? Oh yeah." Quatre said sheepishly, brushing the already large mound on his head as he scratched it, puzzled. "Ow…"

It was Trowa's turn to survey the chaos that was Duo's living room. Apart from the empty beer bottles, there were several empty Doritos packets and at least a bowlful of popcorn strewn across the floor, a few apple juice cartons not to mention that, lying bang smack in the middle of it all was Wufei, face down on the floor. He was just beginning to wake up, and had a crisp packet stuck to his head. Like the others, he shook his head groggily before looking at his surroundings in a hazy confusion.

"I'm going to kill him, I swear that baka has gone way too far this time…" He grumbled, peeling the offending piece of trash off his head once he had woken up properly. "Where is the justice in making me sleep on the floor?"

Quatre got up and yawned, stabilising himself by grabbing the couch.

"Why are we here again?"

Heero emerged from the kitchen, holding onto a coffee cup and looking slightly better than the rest of them, on account that he had actually slept relatively comfortably the night before.

"Above the desk, circled in red magic marker." He said, swallowing a large amount of coffee.

Three pairs of eyes turned in the direction Heero had suggested and rested on a calendar with the date circled, as had been already mentioned, in red magic marker. Wufei got up from the floor, straightening the cricks in his back and picking popcorn out of his hair while looking at it.

"Shit, he's getting married in six hours!" He said loudly, making Quatre wince.

"Too loud, too loud, too loud…" He groaned, heading into the kitchen and towards the coffee pot. "Wufei please, have some consideration for the headachy would you?"

"Hung over you mean…" Wufei muttered under his breath.

Trowa had joined him in the kitchen and had taken an egg from the fridge. He cracked it into a glass and added a large amount of Worcestershire sauce.

"What the hell is that?" Heero asked, looking at his coffee in silent praise that it was coffee and not the foul looking concoction in the glass.

"Hangover cure." Trowa stated, downing it in one before turning a decided shade of green. "And it would appear that it works by making the consumer vomit the alcohol out of his system. Excuse me..."

He briskly made his way to the bathroom, leaving the others in surprise.

"That must be a record regarding the articulation of our companion." Wufei said seriously, taking a bottle of flat Coke out from the fridge and swigging. "We must notify Maxwell at once. Is he still paralytic?"

"I'll go wake him up." Quatre offered, deciding that coffee really wasn't what he wanted. "Besides, he needs to be sober for his wedding otherwise Hilde will kill him."

Heero smirked and put his now empty coffee cup down on the counter. It was probably more than likely that at this moment in time she'd be in a similar state, along with everyone else in the bridal party.

"Not to mention you two for letting him get drunk in the first place." Wufei commented.

"It appears that you have a selective memory, you were the one who was competing against him as to who could handle the most Tequila shots." Heero replied.

"Besides, I don't drink." Quatre added.

Wufei and Heero looked at each other before laughing. Quatre looked innocently at them before shrugging and going out to wake Duo.

"I didn't drink Tequila did I? God, I can't remember a thing!"

"Somehow we always wind up getting completely slaughtered whenever Duo suggests a night out." Heero said. "But I can't remember a thing either."

Trowa returned from the bathroom, looking a slightly more normal colour.

"Better?" Wufei asked sweetly.

Trowa shot him a withering look and headed straight for the coffee pot.

"Duo has to be comatose. Either that or he's choked on his own vomit and died in the night." Heero said dryly. "What's taking Quatre so long?"

On cue, Quatre returned to the kitchen, looking as though he'd seen a ghost.

"Well, where's Sleeping Beauty?" Wufei asked, looking at his watch. "We have only got six hours after all."

Quatre swallowed a very large lump in his throat.

"It appears that, well, what might have happened is… um."

"Go on…" Heero prompted, not liking where this was heading.

"He's not there."

The others looked at one another in shock and stood in a stunned silence.

"What did you say again?" Trowa asked once he had found his tongue.

Quatre shifted the weight on his feet and wrung his hands nervously.

"I think we might have… lost him."

To be continued…

Well, what do you think? I want to carry on but I need an input, this is my first fic so any response would be gratefully received!! ^_^