Christmas at the Winners
Warnings: Probably some OOCness, language, stereotype abuse, sexual innuendos...oh yeah, and this is unbetaed.
Summary: With twenty-nine sisters, respective spouses, multiplying children, and 'well-behaved' pets, you have to wonder how Heero thought Christmas at the Winner Manor would be quiet. Poor poor man...at least he keeps Duo amused. A series of one shots. 1+2, 3+4
Written just because I've always wanted to write a holiday fic.
Perhaps Duo should have clued in, to just how the week was going to go, when Trowa didn't so much answer the door as rip it off its hinges, and do everything but fall into his arms.
And if Duo was too taken aback-- forgivable in the circumstances as he comforted his unusually distressed comrade, to recognize the signs of trouble-- surely Heero Yuy, the man trained to recognize the scent of danger no less then two days in advance, would have noticed.
But...he didn't. If he had, they would have had Christmas dinner with Relena—something Duo had compared to gnawing off his own testicles.
Heero was too busy staring (more like gaping) at the red-faced, breathless, and more then slightly frantic Trowa Barton--- then staring down at the toddler that had, at some point, materialized in his arms.
Duo looked down at the poor man, wondering whether it was appropriate to ask just what the hell was going on, and wisely decided if he had to debate whether it was appropriate, that it probably wasn't. He'd learned a lot about appropriate behavior from living with Heero. Inappropriate behavior too, but that's another story.
Trowa looked up, and whispered, "Thank god you're here."
The toddler gave a lurch, and promptly spat up on Heero's shirt.
Somewhere in the house, there came an ominous rumbling, followed by a small explosion.
And so started the first Annual Winner Christmas party.
TBC...