A/N: Okay, this is my first fan fiction on here. Please, feel free to review, comment, anything you wish. More will be coming once I get them betaed.

Okay, the story behind this thing... myself and a couple friends of mine were sitting around talking about Gundam Wing my freshman year, I am now a Senior, and we began to plot, and plan and then it mutated. When my friends laughted it off, as if they were joking about this plot, I decided to take matters into my own hands and began to write this myself. So, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own GW, or the characters. I wish I did because I would make such wonderful show with them...

Chapter 1

In a small apartment on Earth, away from most of the big cities or anywhere else you would expect to find those who were labeled as rebels during the war, were two former Gundam pilots, Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell. One was at the vidphone in the corner of the apartment while the other lounged on the couch. Big hint as to who was on the couch?

You really need one?

/It's been a year and we still can't fit in. No one will hire Heero because of who he is, and no one will hire me for the same reason and my past. This wasn't what we faught for/ Duo thought miserably, looking over at Heero, who looked like he was doing his best to keep from putting his fist into the screen.

It was like this all the time. Heero had plenty of money stored away from when OZ accounts were up, but that wasn't what the job was really for. Duo could tell the Japanese male was growing bored of the life that consisted of just sitting around the apartment all day. Not when he was so used to always doing something—hacking, repairing, anything. Talking to Quatre Winner earlier, another pilot, Duo began to wonder if he and Heero were the only ones with the boredom problem.

Duo almost jumped out of his skin when Heero slammed his fist down on the desk, almost splintering the wood and making the old wood desk groan under the strain. The longhaired male sighed, got up, walked over to the other and put his arms around him, hoping to whatever higher power was up there that Heero wouldn't shove him away in anger like he did a few times before.

A sigh of relief came from the ex-Deathscythe pilot as Heero leaned back into his embrace and glared daggers at the screen.

"You could always bodygaurd Relena," Duo said as he leaned forward a bit, his braid slipping over his shoulder and plopping in Heero's lap, "She would enjoythat."

"You wouldn't," Heero muttered almost to himself as he took up Duo's braid and studied the colors in it almost facinatedly.

Duo smiled and put his hand over Heero's, stilling his staring, "I'll live. Besides, it'll keep you from putting holes in the walls that we have to explain to the landlord."

Heero scoffed. He looked down at the hand over his and sighed once more, "No. She's too much like the war."

That was another thing. Heero had plenty of job offers from Preventers, but that was the one thing he wouldn't join, Duo either, because they were basically glorified soldiers. Something the both of them were trying to bury deep in the graveyards of their minds with the rest of the people and loved ones they've had to bury back there.

"So am I," Duo pointed out.

Heero looked over at him, something flashing in his eyes before he pulled Duo into his lap and wrapped his arms around his slim waste, "Not like she is."

Duo smiled, knowing he wasn't going to win this fight. Heero didn't want to go, as plain as that, but didn't want to sound like he despised Relena. He probably did, but never said it out loud.

"Pull up my email account. I'm expecting a weird greeting card from Quatre, since it's almost the end of the month."

Heero gave a snort as he did as he was told. Once the email came up, the two saw that there were two things in the box. One was, indeed, from Quatre, and the other was from—

"G?! What the hell?!" Duo almost screeched, half twisted in Heero's lap top look at the screen.

"Duo, I need that ear," Heero muttered as he pulled the letter up on the screen.

02

Yes, we are alive. Let's get over than initial shock right now and move on. J and I, yes he's alive too, have been tinkering for some time with a new project of ours that we want to get up and running. Being as I'm the one that taught you, I'm sure that you know what cryogenic sleep is.

J and I have been working on a machine for this for a couple years and now and recently have been able to finally complete them. We want you and the rest of the pilots to come to L2 to talk about doing this. After all, you all have no other use other than fighting, so why not put you to sleep until we need you to fight again, no?

G

"What?! That bastard! He thinks that we're just going to pack up and go running to him?!" Duo asked, looking at him, frowning.

"You're going to go," Heero said, stating rather than asking.

"NO! I'm not going to go. He's supposed to be dead. Along with the other idiots," Duo growled.

"Which is why you should go. See if it's an imposter."

"Heero..." Duo sighed, laying his head on his shoulder. "I don't want to go. Even if they are imposters, who cares? They can't do anything to us, even if they meant to. We have nothing to hide, so what in the hell is the point?"

"I'll go with you."

"It said to bring you and the others, of course you would have to come with me, stupid," Duo growled at him, jumping when the other's arms went around his waist.

"That's why I'll go with you," Heero said, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Bastard..." Duo growled from where he was laying, feeling comfortable against the other.

"I'll call the others."

"What?! No, Heero!"

"Why not? I said I would go."

"That's not the point, Heero and you know it. I thought we were going to give up fighting? Give up on all of it."

"I didn't say we were going to go through with it, I just want to see what they want."

"No! You want to go because G said J was there and you want to act like that little, well trained soldier J is used to having. Damn it, Heero. He says frog, you jump, what the hell?" Duo asked, glaring.

"Duo, it's not like that at all."

"Oh, yeah? You tell me otherwise!" Duo snarled, pushing up from his lap and stalking behind the wall that seperated the kitchen from the rest of the house.

Heero sighed, getting up from his seat and following Duo to the other side of the wall, where Duo was leaning his front against a counter, having a staring contest with a bag of oranges. He frowned at the look on Duo's face. He looked surprised and upset, as if he couldn't believe that Heero was even suggesting that they would go through with what they'd just read. Heero stepped forward and put his arms around Duo's waist, bringing him to rest his back against his chest, placing his face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Don't be mad at me, Duo."

"I'll be mad all I want."

"Can't we just check it out? Do you know how advanced the technology has to be to come up with the machines capable of inducing cryogenic sleep? It would be interesting to go see what it is."

Duo shook his head, as if denying his words.

"Please, Duo?" Heero asked, holding him closer.

"God, you are a terrible begger... Fine. But if I don't like it, then I'm leaving and so are you," he said, looking over his shoulder at the Japanese male.

Heero nodded, kissing his temple before tightening his hold. "All right."

Duo frowned at him before looking forward again. He didn't agree with this.

He didn't want to go up to L2, nor did he want to do what these professors wanted from them, whatever it was.