Title: That AC 195 Show
Part: 1
Author: Just me (Wyn) for now...
Email: wyngaarden04@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Fear it! Fear it NOW! But participate, please.
Pairings: Various
Warnings: Silly, other.
Notes: Prompted from watching 'That 70's Show once, and 'That 80's Show' about three times, I wanted to write something sort of the same. I also have had the urge to start a round-robin fic.

So, here are the 'rules' as such:
- An unlikely but In-Timeline fic part.
- Preferably (but not compulsory) has Duo in it.
- You cannot write two parts in a row, please let others have a go at it.
- Instead of comments, I would prefer fic parts.
- I will probably write once every five parts (not really a rule...)
- PLEASE WRITE!!! *big chibi eyes*
- Parts follow chronologically (unless you choose to have flashbacks)
- Title fic [fic] That AC 195 Show Part # (round robin)
- Have a fairly standard heading, be sure you include your name on the Authors section and the rules.

And here we go!

That AC 195 Show

The pass was sweet. The reception was perfect. The basket; pure gold. And at the sound of the bell, they knew they'd won. And then... the sound that would break a thousand windows, stop a herd of a thousand stampeding rhinos and scare a thousand children rang out over the basketball court.

"Heeeeeeero!"

"Well shit, there goes the neighbourhood," Duo muttered.

"Think fast," Heero ordered, throwing the basketball at Duo. Duo blinked and caught it. "Run faster," he added, taking off like a bat out of hell.

"Heero, you are a dead man," Duo growled, then smiled brightly at Relena. "How can I help you, Lena-chan?"

Relena looked at Duo, then looked over him, around him and quite possibly *through* him. She finally seemed to realise that Heero was NOT about, so spoke to Duo.

"Is Heero here?" she demanded. Now, Duo does not lie, however, being evasive and literal is not the same as lying.

"Sorry, nobody here but us chickens," Duo said, gesturing to the rapidly clearing basketball court. 'And you wouldn't believe that Heero was a chicken[1], would you?' Duo mused.

"Well, if you find him, please tell him I'm looking for him," Relena huffed while Duo entertained a nice little fantasy of tossing the basketball at Relena's nose. He grinned and turned away, tossing a: "Sure, whatever." over his shoulder.

There was a strangled noise that sounded rather goose-like and the sound of a basketball bouncing on the pavement, and Duo realised something.

That was no fantasy.

End Part 1

Please, somebody continue this... I'll be sad if you don't... *sniffle*

1- Chicken is a slang term for a gay person. *grins* I learned this from another fanfic...