Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine so please do not sue.
This fanfic is an a/u. Which means things aren't going to happen like they do in the show. For instance in this fic there are no Gundams as they did not have that technology in the 1840's. This takes place during the California Gold Rush and the Gundam Pilots are doing what I think they would have been doing during that time and some characters will be at times OOC and all of them are in America at this time (with one exception)…I'm just warning you.
"MAIL CALL!!!"
Heero Yuy looked up from his position at his desk. Mail meant nothing to him. There was never anything for him anyway. "Mr. Yuy! Wow you actually got a letter today!"
Heero looked death upon the mailman. Had he not have been in a police office he would have shot him. Heero grabbed the letter from the mailman's hand. "Thank you. Leave." Heero directed.
The mailman grinned nervously and left. Heero ripped open the letter. It was from his adopted father Odin Lowe.
Dear Heero,
And you called me foolish! Just to think that in a couple of days I will be filthy rich! That's right Heero…there is gold out here! It's not just some silly fairy tale. Heero please come out and join me…then I won't feel as bad about splitting the profits with you. Just kidding! But seriously Heero it's time to make dreams come true. AND DON'T CALL ME FOOLISH!!!
Love Daddy
Heero narrowed his eyes. He never called his adopted father "Daddy." He always called him Odin or Mr. Lowe.
Heero leaned back in his chair. The cool of winter had just settled into New York City. Heero would have to start wearing wool coats again soon. California sunshine. California gold. To any other mortal it would be highly appealing. But Heero kept himself in check. He had his job. He didn't need gold.
"Mr. Yuy…the commissioner wants to see you."
Heero rose to his feet and walked into the commissioner's office. "Mr. Marko?" Heero asked.
"Officer Yuy. I would like to ask you about yesterday night at the Second Street."
"Yes sir?"
"Why is it that you shot a man without orders who merely did not pay a parking ticket?"
"He deserved to be punished sir."
"THAT'S NO EXCUSE!!!"
"But sir…"
"Yuy in the two years you have worked here you have killed fifteen men! I'm not going to put up with this anymore! Yuy…you're fired. Please give me your badge and your gun."
Heero placed his badge on the table. "Your gun?"
"Oh no I'm keeping that."
"No your not."
"Yes I am."
"No…"
Heero put the gun to his head.
The commissioner gulped. "Sure. Keep it."
Heero put the gun down and walked out. Maybe he would go out to California after all…
In California*
"Are you ready?"
"You know it man."
Duo smiled. "Let's have a little fun."
"ALRIGHT NOBODY MOVE!!! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!"
People gasped around the terrible twosome. "Ladies and gentlemen please give your valuables to my friend Rick here. And please no heroics." Duo said pointing his guns at the startled crowd.
The crowd emptied their valuables into the bags that Rick handed around. "Lets go Rick." Duo directed.
Rick handed the bags to Duo and they ran to their waiting horses. "Damn I love being an outlaw." Duo said.
"Duo the sheriff and his men are after us!"
"So ride faster!"
"My horse is lagging."
"Tough titties man."
"Duo!"
Duo looked behind him to see Rick being shot off of his horse. "Ohhhhh. You just know he's dead."
Duo sighed. "I think I need a new partner."
In Cleveland*
"What do you mean all of the money is gone?"
"Trowa…there's nothing left. We have to close the circus. Our last couple of shows…well we're not attracting the crowds we use to."
Trowa sighed. "Catherine what are we going to do about this?"
"We need to get more money."
"No really?"
Catherine frowned. "Trowa…can't you go out to California?"
"What? And dig for gold? Please. There's nothing out there but cowboys and outlaws."
"You have to go. It's our only hope."
Trowa rubbed his eyes. "How am I supposed to get there? Hitchhike?"
"Trowa…I saved fifty dollars for an emergency. It'll only take ten dollars to get there (this is not the exact amount I am only estimating). You can do it Trowa. We need the money."
"What will you do here?"
"I'll think of something."
Trowa sighed. "I guess I'm off to California."
In New York City*
"Mr. Winner I think it is essential for the company to move out west."
"I agree. But it will take months to move out all of our equipment there and we don't have that kind of time."
"It's already done."
"What?"
"We uhhhh…already sent the equipment out."
"Without my permission?"
"Sorry sir."
Quatre sighed. "To what state?"
"California."
"When will the factories be finished."?
"In about five days."
"I should be there at the opening. Book me on the next train headed in the westerly direction."
"Yes sir."
"California here I come."
In California*
"Mr. Wufei you can come in now."
Wufei entered the room of his dying father (I know we know nothing of Wufei's father but I had to…). "Father?"
"My son. Come here."
Wufei sat on his father's bed. "When we came to America I never thought it would end for me just as it began."
"What are you saying Father?"
Wufei's father reached into his bedside table and pulled out a gleaming nugget of gold. "Gold?" Wufei whispered.
"Yes. For you. And this." He reached in and pulled out a map. "This is where I found it."
"But…"
"Be strong…my son."
"Father? Father? FATHER???"
Wufei got off of the bed. "Thank you Father."
Wufei looked at the map. It was time to get some gold.
None of the other chapters will be as long as this. Sorry. :-D.
This fanfic is an a/u. Which means things aren't going to happen like they do in the show. For instance in this fic there are no Gundams as they did not have that technology in the 1840's. This takes place during the California Gold Rush and the Gundam Pilots are doing what I think they would have been doing during that time and some characters will be at times OOC and all of them are in America at this time (with one exception)…I'm just warning you.
"MAIL CALL!!!"
Heero Yuy looked up from his position at his desk. Mail meant nothing to him. There was never anything for him anyway. "Mr. Yuy! Wow you actually got a letter today!"
Heero looked death upon the mailman. Had he not have been in a police office he would have shot him. Heero grabbed the letter from the mailman's hand. "Thank you. Leave." Heero directed.
The mailman grinned nervously and left. Heero ripped open the letter. It was from his adopted father Odin Lowe.
Dear Heero,
And you called me foolish! Just to think that in a couple of days I will be filthy rich! That's right Heero…there is gold out here! It's not just some silly fairy tale. Heero please come out and join me…then I won't feel as bad about splitting the profits with you. Just kidding! But seriously Heero it's time to make dreams come true. AND DON'T CALL ME FOOLISH!!!
Love Daddy
Heero narrowed his eyes. He never called his adopted father "Daddy." He always called him Odin or Mr. Lowe.
Heero leaned back in his chair. The cool of winter had just settled into New York City. Heero would have to start wearing wool coats again soon. California sunshine. California gold. To any other mortal it would be highly appealing. But Heero kept himself in check. He had his job. He didn't need gold.
"Mr. Yuy…the commissioner wants to see you."
Heero rose to his feet and walked into the commissioner's office. "Mr. Marko?" Heero asked.
"Officer Yuy. I would like to ask you about yesterday night at the Second Street."
"Yes sir?"
"Why is it that you shot a man without orders who merely did not pay a parking ticket?"
"He deserved to be punished sir."
"THAT'S NO EXCUSE!!!"
"But sir…"
"Yuy in the two years you have worked here you have killed fifteen men! I'm not going to put up with this anymore! Yuy…you're fired. Please give me your badge and your gun."
Heero placed his badge on the table. "Your gun?"
"Oh no I'm keeping that."
"No your not."
"Yes I am."
"No…"
Heero put the gun to his head.
The commissioner gulped. "Sure. Keep it."
Heero put the gun down and walked out. Maybe he would go out to California after all…
In California*
"Are you ready?"
"You know it man."
Duo smiled. "Let's have a little fun."
"ALRIGHT NOBODY MOVE!!! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!"
People gasped around the terrible twosome. "Ladies and gentlemen please give your valuables to my friend Rick here. And please no heroics." Duo said pointing his guns at the startled crowd.
The crowd emptied their valuables into the bags that Rick handed around. "Lets go Rick." Duo directed.
Rick handed the bags to Duo and they ran to their waiting horses. "Damn I love being an outlaw." Duo said.
"Duo the sheriff and his men are after us!"
"So ride faster!"
"My horse is lagging."
"Tough titties man."
"Duo!"
Duo looked behind him to see Rick being shot off of his horse. "Ohhhhh. You just know he's dead."
Duo sighed. "I think I need a new partner."
In Cleveland*
"What do you mean all of the money is gone?"
"Trowa…there's nothing left. We have to close the circus. Our last couple of shows…well we're not attracting the crowds we use to."
Trowa sighed. "Catherine what are we going to do about this?"
"We need to get more money."
"No really?"
Catherine frowned. "Trowa…can't you go out to California?"
"What? And dig for gold? Please. There's nothing out there but cowboys and outlaws."
"You have to go. It's our only hope."
Trowa rubbed his eyes. "How am I supposed to get there? Hitchhike?"
"Trowa…I saved fifty dollars for an emergency. It'll only take ten dollars to get there (this is not the exact amount I am only estimating). You can do it Trowa. We need the money."
"What will you do here?"
"I'll think of something."
Trowa sighed. "I guess I'm off to California."
In New York City*
"Mr. Winner I think it is essential for the company to move out west."
"I agree. But it will take months to move out all of our equipment there and we don't have that kind of time."
"It's already done."
"What?"
"We uhhhh…already sent the equipment out."
"Without my permission?"
"Sorry sir."
Quatre sighed. "To what state?"
"California."
"When will the factories be finished."?
"In about five days."
"I should be there at the opening. Book me on the next train headed in the westerly direction."
"Yes sir."
"California here I come."
In California*
"Mr. Wufei you can come in now."
Wufei entered the room of his dying father (I know we know nothing of Wufei's father but I had to…). "Father?"
"My son. Come here."
Wufei sat on his father's bed. "When we came to America I never thought it would end for me just as it began."
"What are you saying Father?"
Wufei's father reached into his bedside table and pulled out a gleaming nugget of gold. "Gold?" Wufei whispered.
"Yes. For you. And this." He reached in and pulled out a map. "This is where I found it."
"But…"
"Be strong…my son."
"Father? Father? FATHER???"
Wufei got off of the bed. "Thank you Father."
Wufei looked at the map. It was time to get some gold.
None of the other chapters will be as long as this. Sorry. :-D.