Spoot: Bloopers!

Heero: Against regulation.

Spoot: Huh? Ok. All Chat format!

Heero: also against regulation...

Spoot: What can I do?

Heero: Write a story about me!

Spoot: good idea!

Our House

The seen was set. A chair in the middle of the room, on top of that chair, a large stack of books. on top of that, a small shelf. On that, a small stool, and on top of that, a fish bowel. The fish long gone. The mess was leaning from side to side, looking as though it would topple over. Heero picked this point to step into the room.

He did not see the mess right away, he was looking over a packet of paperwork. When he did look up, however, he yelled out a profanity starting with the letter "F" then dropped the stack of papers. he looked the tower up and down, and stepped circles around it. "What tha..." He mumbled. how odd. This looked like Duo's handy work. Where was he anyway.

furthermore, where was any body... Heero searched the house from top to bottom. ending it on the roof of the house. Looking out toward the base, shading his eyes from the evening sun, he thought he spotted a car coming down the road. It had to be them. They lived on a dead-end street, in the middle of nowhere.

The car stopped before getting to close to the house, and backed up, quickly, spraying dirt and grass everywhere. It spun around and began to speed away from the house. Heero looked confused. He climbed down from the roof of the house, using a conveniently placed ladder. then made his way to the driveway. He tried to spot the car. he could still hear it screeching down the road, but he could not see it anymore. he was about to give up when he heard something crash inside the house.

He swung open the door, bursting into the safe house with vigilance. where did it come from?! He looked in all directions, then remember the mess in the livingroom. When he entered said room, the tower was still standing. perfectly still. a fish in the bowl. "What the hell..." Heero murmured as he approached the tower. The fish swam about happy as could be, unaware of the danger it was in. "Ooook..." Heero said, looking about the room for signs of life.

He came up with nothing. There was no one here, at all. He looked back up at the fish, only to see that it was gone! AGAIN! "Holly shit!" He stammered in a haste. What was going on? Where did the fish go. furthermore, there was no water in the bowel, nor did it have any trinkets in it for the fish to hide behind or in. and when, WHEN did ANYONE have time to dump it all out. not to mention the speed, and grace. He had heard nothing, and was standing next to the tower the whole time.

He had begun to panic, despite what YEARS of training was telling him in the back of his mind. HE backed away from the tower, into the kitchen doorway, cursed his now sore back, then ducked all the way into the kitchen. There is where he really began to freak out. The gold-fish, was on the kitchen table, flopping about, but dry as a bone. Plus, all the chairs were gone from the table. where could 6 chairs go?

"Get a grip Heero...This is all in your head. you're dreaming...you must be." He remembered something Duo had once told him. So he promptly closed his eyes and gave his arm a good hard pinch. "OW!" when he opened his eyes, the goldfish was gone, and the chairs all back in their proper place. He giggled at himself. "I must be sleepwalking." He mumbled. He decided to return to the livingroom. expecting to see the guys on the couch watching TV.

He entered the livingroom with a gasp. no guys. just a tower of objects, and a fish bowl with said fish in it. It swam about, happy. Heero dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hand. He was shaking and really considering calling 911. Calling 911? Thats it! The phone!

He rushed over to the wall by the tower, keeping his eye on it. he reached for the phone, but had to look when he only touched wallpaper. No phone. NO PHONE! How was he to call anyone now. there was a phone here, he was sure of it. now completely lost and quite frazzled, he sat on the floor. he did something he never thought he would do. he began to cry.

Spoot: I'm not done. tell me what you think.

Heero: I think you may have tested my patients...