Duo's Family Outtakes

By Ammie Hawk

Okay, so a lot of people wanted scenes in this story that I didn't have, and as I was going through it, looking for inspiration for the latest chapter, I realized there was some stuff I could put in that I didn't. So here is what I've come up with so far. Once I've completed Duo's Family, I'll add these scenes in where they belong, but for now, I'll make it a side story type thing. And if you want to see anything go in this section let me know and I'll be more than happy to add it if I can.

Wufei's Mission

Wufei Chang was not a happy camper, no sir. He had been assigned the task of retrieving one of his friends' and fellow pilots' newly discovered family. The mission was rather beneath his abilities, but as it was one of his fellow pilots involved that made these people almost his family too. He had scoffed at the assignment when Lady Une, his superior, had given it to him, but as she had pointed out, this was a good opportunity to get a feel of these people before setting Maxwell loose on them. The fact that he was on this mission, however, was not the reason for his ire. No, he had completely accepted the mission.

As soon as the plane touched down in England, things had started to go downhill. He was supposed to have a car waiting for him, but the assholes at the rental place didn't have his name or codename, or even the Preventers, on the registry, so he'd had to pay out of his own pocket for a damn car. Une was so reimbursing him for that one. Then there was the annoying drive from London to Surrey. That in and of itself wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't been driving the monstrosity of a car that could easily fit six to seven people comfortably.

Then he had to find the damn house. Scratch that, the house was easy to spot, it was in a nice neighborhood, with well tended lawns, and the little gardens out front, yeah, it was suburbia hell. The thing about Four Privet Drive that stood out however, was the fact that it was almost too perfect. The family that lived there had to be obsessive about keeping it up, to have it look that good. Not even Quatre's houses had that level of perfection, and he was the fucking Winner heir.

He parked on the street, and made his way up to the door. There wasn't a car in the drive, but the file he received did state that the man worked regular hours. He rang the doorbell and waited. There was no answer. He knew he couldn't give up, this was Maxwell's family after all, so he sat down to wait for their return, it shouldn't be too long.

Two hours later, a car pulled onto the street and the Chinese agent sprang to his feet, if this was the Dursleys, he was going to be professional about it, no matter how irritated he was. Sure enough, the car pulled into the drive and four people piled out. They made their way over to him immediately, confusion written all over their faces, but the uniform kept their tongues in line.

"Mr. Vernon Dursley, I presume?" he said politely, trying his best not to sneer at the man. God, he'd seen pigs in better shape.

The fat man nodded, "How may I help you, officer?"

"I am looking for a Mrs. Petunia Dursley and a Mr. Harry Potter," he crossed his hands in front of him so as not to intimidate these people, the small boy in the back had already paled from seeing him.

"I'm Petunia Dursley," the horse-faced woman frowned. "Would you like to come inside? We can discuss this matter over tea."

Wufei could tell she just wanted him off her doorstep so the neighbors wouldn't gossip, her eyes darting every which way gave that fact away, but he felt it was kinda late for that, considering he'd already been there for two fucking hours. Though, if they had been home when he first got there, he would've accepted even if it wasn't sincere, he loved watching people squirm. Okay, he may have picked that habit up from Maxwell, not that he'd ever admit it.

"I'm afraid there's not time for that," he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "It is imperative that you and young Mr. Potter come with me, we have a shuttle to catch."

"Now you listen here, boy," the pig grabbed him by the collar, and it took everything within the ex-Shenlong pilot to not retaliate, "you won't be taking my wife anywhere. Not without explaining yourself."

"I demand you unhand me this instant, sir," Wufei's jaw clenched in anger, this man only said his wife, did he not care about his nephew at all? "Unless of course, you'd like me to take you into Preventer custody for manhandling an officer."

"P-P-Preventers?" the fat man stuttered.

The young agent had to use all his self control to keep himself from smirking. Yeah, that shut him up.

"Yes, the Preventers," the Chinese teen nodded. "Now I suggest you head into the house and pack for a week Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Potter." Then he added as an afterthought, "You may feel free to join us, Mr. Dursley, as well as your son. However, we leave in fifteen minutes."

He was pleased to see the fat man and the horse-faced woman shuffle the obese teen into the house with a speed that would've made Heero proud. However, he wasn't sure why the small brunette was still standing on the porch with him. Didn't he know he needed to pack? He watched, slightly miffed, not that he'd ever admit it, as the boy went back over to the car and began pulling things out. He wasn't sure why he was wasting his time with it. Didn't the boy realize he was in a hurry to get out of there and back to his regular job? He scoffed slightly as he realized the boy was taking out an owl from the backseat and then letting it out of its cage. He curiously watched as the boy attached a hastily written note to the bird's leg and let it take off.

"Don't you realize that was very foolish?" he scowled as the bird took off, not sure what the note said though. "I'm sure that bird won't last in the wild, not if it has been in captivity long."

"Huh?" the boy turned to look at him. "Oh, Hedwig. She'll be fine. She's trained. I just sent her off to a friend's for the week. I didn't want to leave her here unattended."

Wufei nodded once, he'd heard of trained birds, which would explain the note, though in his opinion it was a rather medieval practice, he'd have to ask Trowa about it when he next saw him, "Very well. But you should head inside and pack. You have less than ten minutes now."

"Oh, all my stuff's right here," the boy, Wufei wasn't sure whether it was Dudley Dursley or Harry Potter yet, patted the trunk he'd pulled from the back of the car. "I just got back from school. It would take more time for me to go upstairs and unpack and then repack."

Wufei nodded again. So this was Maxwell's brother, it had to be. The Dursley boy's school had been out for almost three weeks. He almost smirked as he watched the now dubbed Harry start to fidget in the silence that had fallen over them, definitely Maxwell's brother. He watched the curiosity form in those emerald eyes, much the way Maxwell's did, and he was almost anticipating the question brewing in that head. Maxwell always managed to surprise him when he was like this.

"So," the brunette tried for nonchalance by leaning on his trunk, much to the agent's amusement. "What is a Preventer anyway?"

It took all of the self control that had been trained into him not to gape openly at the boy, and then in his confusion he said a very Maxwellish thing, "Have you been living under a rock for the past three years?" God, he needed to stop hanging out with that braided idiot.

The ex-Shenlong pilot watched as the boy blanched, but wasn't sure why, "I don't get out much, nor do I stay up to date with current events. I mainly focus on my studies."

"I see," Wufei lied, cause that made very little sense to him at all. He knew that every school in the ESUN was required to do a study in recent events, Lady Une and Relena had made sure of that. "The Preventers is an organization dedicated to maintaining the long fought for peace in the Earth Sphere Unified Nations."

"Oh, right," Maxwell's brother said rather lamely, and the other could tell he still had no clue what he was talking about. "I think I heard it mentioned a few times when my uncle was watching the news."

That still made no sense to the Preventer agent, but before he was able to counter that claim the three Dursleys barreled out of the house, each carrying a suitcase. He led the four new members of Maxwell's family to the car, only pausing briefly to pick up the deceptively heavy trunk by their car. He didn't miss the look thrown Harry's way by the pig he called an uncle, but it really wasn't his place to fix it at the moment, maybe he could get Une to call for an investigation later, but for now he'd let it be.

As they piled into the monstrosity of a car he'd rented, he was actually shocked to see how cramped it could become. He felt sorry for Harry, who was sitting in the back between his aunt and cousin. He almost wished he could shove Vernon Dursley back there and have Harry sit in the front with him, but then there wouldn't have been any room in the back for anyone else. So much for this car seating seven comfortably, but then again, he didn't think he'd be hauling pigs around.

"Now," Vernon said gruffly, as Wufei started the car, he was sure the fat man was going for intimidating but it wasn't working, he'd been a gundam pilot after all, "you want to tell us why you dragged us out of our house like that?"

"I didn't drag you anywhere," he answered calmly, but rolled his eyes slightly and added in his head, 'if I had there would've been cuffs involved and possibly a gun.' "And I'm sure you have all heard of the Family Reconstruction Act?"

"Yes," the horse-faced woman, Petunia, leaned forward, invading his personal space. "But we don't have any other family."

"Ah, but apparently you do, or I wouldn't be here," he smirked slightly, he never expected denial about it from the Dursleys, this made this mission that much more fun. "It just so happens, Mrs. Dursley, that your sister, Mr. Potter's mother, had another son."

"I've got a brother?" Wufei saw Harry scowl in the rearview mirror. "But that's not possible, my parents died when I was one."

Petunia Dursley's jaw began working furiously, as though she were biting back the words she wished to say.

"Aunt Petunia," Maxwell's brother said rather boldly in Wufei's opinion, "is there something you'd like to tell me? Maybe something about my parents you didn't tell me five years ago?"

That made the horse-faced woman get out of Wufei's personal space and sit back in her seat, but she didn't answer the boy's questions. Though it did raise questions in the Preventer's mind about how these people had raised Maxwell's brother, if he didn't know anything about his parents till five years ago.

The rest of the trip to Sanq was made in silence, with none of the Dursleys talking to either Wufei or Harry, and Harry, apparently, saw no reason to bother the agent with questions about his only brother.

Ammie: Okay, let me know what you think. I'm seriously trying to work on the original, but Writer's Block is a bitch, but hopefully doing this will help with that.