Title: A small problem (1/?)
Author: Wu
Rating: Pg - 13 for some langauge.
Catagory: Slight Humour
Pairings: 1+2 here and there...
Spoilers: None really
Sumary: It's a chibi fic. Mwa. Ha. Ha. Hehehehehe.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, don't you think I would have them cleaning my house by now? So no, I don't. I don't own a fancy car either. Happy? Good.
Feedback: Yes, please! I will be your slave for feedback! Well.. maybe not slave, but it would be greatly appriciated. Flames will be MST'd for all to read.
A small problem.
Of course Heero had a mission. He *Always* had missions. That was part of the life of being a soldier. Duo paced the livingroom, his own laptop open, the screen casting a soft blue glow in the dimly lit room. But where the hell was he? He'd never been gone this long. Sighing softly, his bangs blowing up with the gust of his exhaled breath, Duo sat down on the couch again.
He was a week later than he promised he would be. When Heero promised something.. he meant it. Leaning forward, he sent Qautre a message, then leaned back. Patience waning, he flipped on the news.
"It's just.. so quiet without his silence.." He muttered softly to himself.
~~~
The world looked bigger to him, the lights were so bright. Blinking large, prussian blue eyes, he sat up on the cold, surgical steel table, swinging his short legs over and kicking them. Two men stood huddled to his left, heads together as they spoke in hushed murmurs.
"Are you sure that there will be no long term effects with this?"
"Positively. This will be the ultimate in retraining soldiers. We take them, alter them back into a childlike state, both body and mind, then introduce intense training."
"So in a sense, we would be able to 'Start over' with a soldier? Do you understand what this means? A full compliment of perfect soldiers, each and every one of them expendable!"
"The serum is still in the early stages of experimentation, it will take years and years of extensive research until we can have this released to our other labs."
"You mean.. you took *My* soldier to use as an experiment.. a guenia pig? Are you mad, man?!"
The other scientist lifted his hand. "Think of the ramifications, we both get something from this. I get to test this formula for the first time and you get to retrain your soldier."
J nodded softly. "Very well. You had just better hope that he doesn't shrink away to nothing."
"I doubt that that will be a problem." Moving back to the small child sitting on the table, the silver haired man pointed to the floor. "Get off of the table."
Heero blinked up to him.
"Do you understand? Jump off of the table."
"How.. Old is he?" J asked, standing to Heero's right.
"I have the serum programmed to reduce age to aproximately four years of age."
Heero looked down. The ground was so far away.
"I see." J muttered, nodding thoughtfully. "Do you have those papers to sign?"
"Yes yes, they're in my office, we should go get them now."
They both looked at the small child sitting on the table, then dismissed him, going instead into the lavish office of the older doctor.
~~~
Duo jumped, his sleep disrupted by a beeping on his computer. Rising from his sprawl on the couch, he moved to his laptop, relieved to see that Qautre had finally responded to him.
Duo,
I'm terribly sorry that it took me so long to respond, but once I got your message, and I saw your quandry, I began to look into sources myself as well. I was hoping that I could report back to you with good news, but I myself have had no luck what so ever in locating Heero. If you need any help, *Any* help at all, please contact me.
Quatre.
He stood at the desk his computer sat on, his hands braced on either side of the keyboard as he stared at his friends message, rereading it.
"Where are you, Heero?" He whispered softly, pushing away from the desk and shutting the comp down. He turned, gazing about the dark room, feeling more than a little lost.
"A week, you said a week.. you never lie, Heero. Are you hurt.. have you been captured? Why can 't I find you?" He asked the bay window, where a touch of color began to brighten the horizon into the faint color of pewter.
Turning quickly, he grabbed his jacket where it had been discarded the night before, and headed to the door. Jerking it open quickly, he slipped out into the predawn hour to retrace Heero's steps.
Tbc
Author: Wu
Rating: Pg - 13 for some langauge.
Catagory: Slight Humour
Pairings: 1+2 here and there...
Spoilers: None really
Sumary: It's a chibi fic. Mwa. Ha. Ha. Hehehehehe.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, don't you think I would have them cleaning my house by now? So no, I don't. I don't own a fancy car either. Happy? Good.
Feedback: Yes, please! I will be your slave for feedback! Well.. maybe not slave, but it would be greatly appriciated. Flames will be MST'd for all to read.
A small problem.
Of course Heero had a mission. He *Always* had missions. That was part of the life of being a soldier. Duo paced the livingroom, his own laptop open, the screen casting a soft blue glow in the dimly lit room. But where the hell was he? He'd never been gone this long. Sighing softly, his bangs blowing up with the gust of his exhaled breath, Duo sat down on the couch again.
He was a week later than he promised he would be. When Heero promised something.. he meant it. Leaning forward, he sent Qautre a message, then leaned back. Patience waning, he flipped on the news.
"It's just.. so quiet without his silence.." He muttered softly to himself.
~~~
The world looked bigger to him, the lights were so bright. Blinking large, prussian blue eyes, he sat up on the cold, surgical steel table, swinging his short legs over and kicking them. Two men stood huddled to his left, heads together as they spoke in hushed murmurs.
"Are you sure that there will be no long term effects with this?"
"Positively. This will be the ultimate in retraining soldiers. We take them, alter them back into a childlike state, both body and mind, then introduce intense training."
"So in a sense, we would be able to 'Start over' with a soldier? Do you understand what this means? A full compliment of perfect soldiers, each and every one of them expendable!"
"The serum is still in the early stages of experimentation, it will take years and years of extensive research until we can have this released to our other labs."
"You mean.. you took *My* soldier to use as an experiment.. a guenia pig? Are you mad, man?!"
The other scientist lifted his hand. "Think of the ramifications, we both get something from this. I get to test this formula for the first time and you get to retrain your soldier."
J nodded softly. "Very well. You had just better hope that he doesn't shrink away to nothing."
"I doubt that that will be a problem." Moving back to the small child sitting on the table, the silver haired man pointed to the floor. "Get off of the table."
Heero blinked up to him.
"Do you understand? Jump off of the table."
"How.. Old is he?" J asked, standing to Heero's right.
"I have the serum programmed to reduce age to aproximately four years of age."
Heero looked down. The ground was so far away.
"I see." J muttered, nodding thoughtfully. "Do you have those papers to sign?"
"Yes yes, they're in my office, we should go get them now."
They both looked at the small child sitting on the table, then dismissed him, going instead into the lavish office of the older doctor.
~~~
Duo jumped, his sleep disrupted by a beeping on his computer. Rising from his sprawl on the couch, he moved to his laptop, relieved to see that Qautre had finally responded to him.
Duo,
I'm terribly sorry that it took me so long to respond, but once I got your message, and I saw your quandry, I began to look into sources myself as well. I was hoping that I could report back to you with good news, but I myself have had no luck what so ever in locating Heero. If you need any help, *Any* help at all, please contact me.
Quatre.
He stood at the desk his computer sat on, his hands braced on either side of the keyboard as he stared at his friends message, rereading it.
"Where are you, Heero?" He whispered softly, pushing away from the desk and shutting the comp down. He turned, gazing about the dark room, feeling more than a little lost.
"A week, you said a week.. you never lie, Heero. Are you hurt.. have you been captured? Why can 't I find you?" He asked the bay window, where a touch of color began to brighten the horizon into the faint color of pewter.
Turning quickly, he grabbed his jacket where it had been discarded the night before, and headed to the door. Jerking it open quickly, he slipped out into the predawn hour to retrace Heero's steps.
Tbc