Hello minna-san! You haven't heard from me in a while, or at all but here is my second fic! I hope you enjoy! Of coures, I don't own anyone who is already in an anime or any other type of series(pouts) Though I wish I did.

The workday was almost over, and Duo glanced anxiously at the clock as he pulled one more piece of paper off of the mountain of paperwork on his desk that loomed over him, threatening to make him miss his date with Heero. Again. Duo sighed. It seemed like no matter what he did there was no end to his work. If he wasn't out in the field hunting down a new terrorist group then he was training new recruits, who, despite some being the same age as him, seemed far to young and innocent to be doing this kind of work. And if he wasn't doing that then he was trying to make a dent in the endless pile of paperwork that seemed to haunt his every waking moment.

And none of it was doing any good for his and Heero's relationship. He wasn't even sure that the 'perfect soldier' felt anything for him, or if he was simply a diversion from their pain. He loved the damn idiot, but was to scared to say anything since Heero had shown no signs that he felt the same.

Duo sighed again and reached for another piece of paper as the clock ticked past another minute. He had to get this stuff done soon or he'd never make the date. Why had he let Lady Une talk him into joining in the first place? He'd had a nice, easy job at the salvage yard where he could set his own hours and do something that he enjoyed.

A knock sounded at his door, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the most welcome introduction.

"Please come in." He said and pushed his paperwork aside. The door opened, and in walked a boy about his age carrying a medium sized box and wearing a delivery service shirt.

"Are you Duo Maxwell?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yup, that's me." The boy sighed in relief.

"Finally. You don't know how long it's taken me to get this to you." He set the box down on Duo's desk and held out his clipboard. "Here, sign this." Duo looked at the paper and was about to sign his name when something caught his eye.

"What? Someone put this in storage 60 years ago?" The boy shrugged.

"Not my problem, I'm just the delivery guy."

"All right all right." Duo scribbled his signature and handed the clipboard back to the kid, who waved and walked out the door. Duo then turned his attention to the box that had been placed on his desk. It seemed normal enough, just a regular cardboard box with aging, yellowed tape wrapped around it, with his name and the current year of A.C. 200 written on the top. He reached out a hand and poked it experimentally, then immediately jumped back. No harm in being careful, and he wouldn't put it past his co-workers to send him a practical joke. When nothing happened, he stepped closer and grabbed a pair of scissors, breaking the tape apart at the openings. He opened the flaps of the box to reveal three things: A photo album, a hand-made wooden box, and a hand bound book lying on top. On the cover of the book were the letters 'READ THIS FIRST.' He picked it up carefully, being careful not to let the pages crumble. It was 60 years old after all. He flipped open the cover to find a letter addressed to him in neat typewriter script.

Dear Duo Maxwell,

You don't know me, and by the time you read this I will have been dead for quite some time. At least, I hope you get to read this. No one knows what the future may bring, right? In a favorite movie of mine, the future was called 'the undiscovered country'. Very appropriately titled in my opinion. The future will forever be the undiscovered country, for there will always be another tomorrow. At least for someone out there. But enough about philosophy, you want to know why someone who's dying before your parents are born is leaving you a package. Well, that's what this book is. It's about something that happened to me when I was twenty; and it just might explain something that's going to happen to you soon, unless it has already happened. I didn't know any exact dates. And if I hadn't intrigued you before, then I most certainly have now. Believe what's written here or don't, it doesn't matter to me. Hell, to you I'm already dead, so nothing matters to me anymore. Happy reading!

The letter was signed Ashley Larsen-Castoff in big bold letters written in a sparkly colored pen, and Duo was now very much intrigued and was about to turn the page to begin reading when there was another knock on the door. This time, the interruption was not welcome.

"What?" He demanded angrily. The door opened to reveal Trowa standing there, his face unreadable as usual.

"C'mon, we've located that scientist." He said. Duo immediately lost interest in the book.

"You mean the one who's crazier than the guys who trained us?" Trowa nodded, and Duo dropped the book back in the box, grabbing his jacket as he left the room. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go get this guy." Trowa's mouth quirked upwards at the energetic pilot as he ran to keep up with him on their way to the hanger bay, where they would meet the others.

In the crazy scientists lab:

They burst into the lab, guns drawn and ready for anything. Anything, that is, except for the scientist standing in front of a large, glowing machine. Heero was the first to speak.

"Step away from the equipment." He said in that deadly voice of his. The scientist looked up with a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

"LONG LIVE OZ!" He shouted before jumping into the glowing machine. At the moment the guy disappeared from sight Duo felt himself being pulled in all different directions, as though the hands of time and gravity had lost all reason and all had different ideas as to what they should be doing. He watched as ghostly images ran past him of battles, work, life. Some people he knew, most he did not. The last images he saw before returning to normal was of a transparent Quatre with an eye patch wearing a uniform that he'd never seen run into the lab with a girl he'd never met in jeans, dark blue jacket and a shoulder bag. Quatre pushed the girl to the ground as a flash grenade was thrown into the room, and then, when they'd recovered, he laid down cover fire as the girl headed for the machinery.

Duo watched the scene in fascination as she gave a shout of triumph that he couldn't hear and the machinery spring to life again and the girl head for the opening that the scientist had jumped through only moments before. She almost stepped through, but at the last second turned around and sent a worried look towards Quatre. He shouted at her to go, and not to worry. She gave a shaky smile in return and was again about to step through when she stopped again, surprised this time, and locked eyes with Duo. They stared at each other, surprise on their faces. The girl then got a very joyous look on her face, gave him a two-finger mock salute, and stepped through the machine.

Everything snapped back into place, the feeling of being pulled disappearing. The transparent Quatre looked at them, a warm, tired smile on his face as he held his hand over his heart and faded away. The five Gundam pilots looked at each other in confusion.

"I don't suppose you can explain that Quatre." Wufei asked, breaking the silence. Quatre shook his head.

"I can't. But I can tell you that when those two…people…saw us, they were very, very happy." He said. Heero and Wufei nodded, then began to examine the equipment in the room. Trowa put his arm around Quatre and gave it a gentle squeeze while Duo simply looked around the room.

"It's a time machine." Heero said after a few minutes. They all looked at him.

"A time machine? Are you sure?" Trowa asked. Heero nodded, and something clicked in Duo's brain.

"Hey guys? I think that I have something in my office that might explain all this.

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