A/N: For my wonderful friend, WufeiDuoForever, who kicks my ass into gear, and makes me write these stories!
Pairings: Eventual 2x5. Other pairings may be included. Please read & review, and give me some incentive to continue writing, if you like it!

Quatre was the first to receive the mission. He was sat on the squashy sofa in the living room, a book in his hands, when the laptop bleeped, signifying incoming mail. Trowa was in the kitchen when he heard the blonde pilot's explosion of laughter, and put down the cup he was holding, walking quickly to see what had amused the other boy so much.

When Trowa entered the room, Quatre looked around, grinning. He turned the laptop towards the dark-haired pilot behind him, who leant on the back of the sofa as he read, the blonde watching his expression eagerly. Trowa's green eyes scanned the first few paragraphs quickly, taking in the rough mission briefing they contained. Suddenly, his eyes widened, flicking back to re-read the previous sentence. He looked at Quatre for a moment, eyebrows raised. His bottom lip quivered slightly, and he bit it, suppressing the laughter threatening to escape from his mouth. This expression tipped Quatre back over the edge, and he started laughing again, the normally stoic pilot following suit.

A door opened, just off the main room, and the oriental features of Chang Wufei looked out, frowning. Trowa's laughter had disturbed him from his meditation, and, of course, he had to come and see what had made the silent boy laugh so much. He caught Quatre's eye with a questioning glance, and the laptop was once again rotated, this time to face Wufei. He read it quickly, doing a double take as he reached the paragraph in question. He grinned broadly, swinging on his heel, headed towards the warehouse next to the safehouse where they were staying. This warehouse was where the Gundams were stored, and where Heero Yuy was currently tinkering with Wing.

When Wufei managed to drag Heero away from Gundam 01, he led the way back to the house and Quatre's laptop.

Trowa was the first to hear the movements from upstairs that heralded Duo's awakening, and picked the laptop up, a devious smirk on his delicate features. He left the room, returning a moment later, empty-handed. "Kitchen," he said simply, in reply to the three questioning glances he received. The four pilots were all in the living room now, awaiting Duo's appearance. Quatre had curled up on the couch, his book back in his hands. Trowa sat next to him, his long legs stretching out to rest on the coffee table, picking up the Gundanium bolt he had been cleaning. Wufei was meditating again, and Heero was scribbling something in a notepad, sat on the big winged armchair that was positioned perpendicularly to the sofa. The four pilots remained still, each seemingly enthralled in their respective exercises, as a number of thumps split the still air in the house.

The thumping descended the stairs, occasionally punctured by a venomous mutter. Duo was…not at his best, the morning after a mission. He had arrived home from his latest undercover mission late the previous night – well, early in the morning would be more accurate. He was generally not even coherent until he had at least had a cup of coffee. Quatre shot a worried glance at Trowa, who smiled back. "I made him a cup," he whispered.

There was silence for a couple of minutes. Quatre imagined Duo wandering around the kitchen, mug in hand, working up the energy to look at the laptop. Any moment now, he would be putting down his cup and… "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?"

The four pilots burst out laughing at the same moment, even Heero, although he was a little more restrained than the others.

The braided pilot of Gundam Deathscythe burst into the room, the laptop in his hand. He paused in the doorway, glaring at the amused boys. However, the intensity of his glare was somewhat weakened by the fact that he was still dressed in his soft, loose pyjama bottoms, devoid of a top and with his braid in a slept-upon disarray. The other boys couldn't stop laughing, even when Duo started to swear at them. In fact, this simply added to the comic image. "Now, now, Duo! Ladies don't talk like that!" Wufei had interrupted a vehement flow of curses, his comment leaving the other boy speechless for a moment. "You…you…argh!" Duo spluttered, lost for words for once. He cast one last glare at Wufei and stalked off, slamming doors all the way upstairs.