This is just a little fic about the GW boys if they had families and lived a semi-normal life. Meaning, they live at home except when they have missions. Five chapters for the five pilots! Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^.^

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but I do own the families I made up!!



What If...



Heero Yuy



"Heero?! Get off that computer, time for dinner!"

(In usual gruff Heero voice) "Mom..."

Heero is sitting up in his room, as he has been all day, typing away on that laptop of his. Unknown to his parents and 7 year old sister, he is hacking into OZ files to delete all proof that he exists.

"Heero! Listen to your mother."

The Perfect Soldier rolls his eyes and slams his laptop shut. "I'm coming." He comes into the kitchen, where the rest of his family is sitting around the table. He sits down between his mom and sister, across from his dad, and crosses his arms.

"Hey Heeeeeeroooo!! Your giiiiiiirrrrrllllfriieend called!" His little sister, Linnie says in a sing-song voice.

(With trademark death glare at Linnie) "She is *not* my girlfriend." And he returns to staring sulkily at the wall behind his father.

"Oh Heero, honey, you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend! What's her name?" His mom gushes, patting him on the arm.

"Her name's Releeeeeeeeena!!!" Linnie giggles and chants, "Hee-chan has a giiiiirlfriend, Hee-chan has a giiiirlfriend...(etc etc etc)"

"I don't have a girlfriend..." Heero glares at Linnie again. "Omae o korosu.."

"HEERO!!!" His dad thunders. "THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR SISTER!"

Heero rolls his eyes and slumps down in his chair, muttering something about 'stupid onna..'. His mom looks with concern at his full plate.

"Oh Heero, honey, don't you want your Brussels sprouts and liver? I made it just for you..." Her eyes get all watery.

(Mumbling almost incoherently) "I hate Brussels sprouts and liver..."

Heero gives everyone the death glare, as his dad yells, Linnie chants, and his mom blinks at great speed. The family moment is interrupted by the doorbell.

"I'll get it." Heero jumps up from the table, knowing it is OZ officials searching for him. Before opening the door, he pulls on a bright green sweatshirt and a pair of long black shorts to cover his trademark spandex. Disgustedly, he combs his hair over to the side and plasters a dumb grin on his face. Finally, he opens the door.

"We're looking for a Heero Yuy, does he reside here?" The officials waste no time in getting down to business.

"No sir! No heros in here, just me an' my family!" Heero fought back vomit as he forced the bright words, keeping his voice unsteady to hide his age.

"Thank you, young man." The officials turn to go, and Heero begins to relax. Then...

"HEEEEEEERRROOOOOOOO!!!!! DAD SAYS YOU BETTER GET IN HERE AND EAT YOUR LIVER!!!!! OR YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GO FLY YOUR LITTLE GUNDAM THINGY TOMORROW!!!!" Linnie's shrill yell gets the officials' attention very quickly, and they spin back around to face a sweatdropping Heero.