T. B.
By Fal Catrecon
I do not own Gunda Wing, of course.
The idea was inspired by my own TB, and a friend who remined me of the similarities. Thanks, Angel0fRebirth. *Waves at her*



Trowa and Quatre were sitting in the living room quietly. Trowa was reading a book. Quatre stared off into space, zoned out.

"You know, I used to have a stuffed animal named TB..."

Trowa looked up. "Huh?"

Quatre blinked. "Huh? Oh, I was just thinking..."

Trowa gave Quatre a funny look and went back to his book. Quatre got up and sat down beside Trowa. Trowa glanced up, and then back to his book. Quatre looked straight at Trowa.

"You know what TB stood for?"

Trowa shrugged, still reading.

Quatre glomped Trowa. "TEDDY BEAR!"

Trowa sweatdropped. "Quatre?"

Quatre looked up at Trowa, still holding on. "Yes?" He tried to look cute, and succeded.

"What ARE you doing?" Trowa asked, trying not to be swayed by the cuteness, and failing miserably.

"Your initials are TB. Teddy Bear." He hugged him tighter.

Trowa raised his eyebrow as Quatre tried to get even closer. "I'm starting to lose air."

Quatre looked up, cutesy again. "Sorry!" He loosened his hold marginally as Trowa regained his regular breathing rythm, or at least as close as he could with Quatre attached to his waist.

"Do I now have a leech?" He looked down at Quatre and smiled.

"Yup!" Quatre nodded, burrowing against Trowa's chest.