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I own my own new characters... but you can use them... it *is* a challenge, after all!
Authoress Note: Hmmm.... I have a wonderful idea, but I can't think of an ending for this fic! So you get to. Mwhahahaha!!! I Challenge Thee! Finish this fic!!
I Challenge Thee!
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"Andrew! Andrew!!" Heero Yuy called out, mildly angry. The little brat hadn't finished his reports... reports that were due that morning. And if they weren't on Lady Une's desk in, say, five minutes, it was Heero's head that would roll.
"What the hell was she thinking, giving me a partner like him?!" he muttered, making the way through Andrew's apartment. Needless to say, he did not work well with others, but being forced to work with a kid less than half his age was was absurd.
Andrew was a new graduate of the Preventers training program, and was assigned as Heero's partner so he could start work with an experienced officer by his side. But, Andrew was cocky, hardheaded, stubborn, and, in Heero's humble opinion, way too young. Never mind that Heero had only been 15 when the war started, 18 was much too young to be involved in a military organization of any kind. Now, at the ripe old age of 43, Heero had been looking forward to a nice quiet desk job for the next 12 years, until he retired. Then he could go on a six-month cruise around the world with Relena, his wife, and send that demon he called a daughter to college. Teenagers.
"But no, Une gives me a stupid kid to train, as if I wasn't having enough trouble with Aki." he growled, kicking a large basket of dirty laundry out of his way. The basket fell over, and it's contents spilled, covering the floor. Boxers, jeans, tank tops, T-shirts, a dress uniform that should have been dry-cleaned, and - women's underwear?
Heero shook his head. Either Andrew was a bit more of a man then he let on, or he had some interesting hobbies - hobbies that Heero would be more than happy to not know about. Shrugging, and making a note to forget he ever saw that, he continued on his way.
Heero threw open door after door, running into the broom closet, bathroom, guest bedroom, and kitchenette before getting to what he assumed was Andrew's room. He drew in a deep breath, and prepared for a yell that would get any well trained private out of his bed and at attention without fail. Grabbing the doorknob, Heero swung it open, and -
- blinked.
Andrew was lying awake in his bed, covered by a thick blanket, another body quite obviously lying next to him, completely covered. Andrew's eyes widened as he recognized his partner... then the lump under his blanket moved. From underneath the covers emerged another head, a female head, and she looked sweetly at the man who had intruded on them.
"Good morning, Daddy."
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Now, listen here. I'm not writing any more to this. YOU are!! Come on, write me more to this fic!! E-mail whatever you write to ayanami_rei@softhome.net by the Ides of March (3/15/2002) and I'll pick a winner! Or two!! Or however many people deserve to win! ^^;;
My only rule is keep it semi-clean. No lemony goodness here, but maybe a little lime.
*hugs for all!!*
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-Ayanami_Chan
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