Apparently, no one likes this story… But I like writing it!


"There's something wrong with them." Duo announced, waving a hand in front of the smaller blond girl. "I think they're in shock."

"Ugh." The other blond said, cracking one eye open a millimeter before shutting it tightly again. "G'way, Ben. 'M tired."

"This is all your fault." The dark-haired girl dressed in Wufei's clothing accused, pinning Duo with a glare that rivaled Heero's for intensity. "What in the world possessed you to give them alcohol?"

"It was just a little beer…" Duo protested, sulking slightly. "You had way more…"

"Rebbekha has zero alcohol tolerance, you ass!" She yelled, and both blonds on the floor flinched. "I told you that, she told you that, hell, even Nicole told you that! Now the only person who knows what it takes to get us home is sick with a hangover, and it's all your fault!"

"Please, Miss Diana, keep your voice down." Quatre requested soothingly. "We have cures for hangovers in this world; your sister will be fine in an hour or two."

"She'd better be, or someone is going to loose all his hair tonight." Diana threatened with another glare, turning and stomping out of the room.

"She scares me." Duo announced to no one in particular, wincing as he watched Diana shove Trowa out of her path through the open door.

"She's also right." Quatre countered. "You really shouldn't have given them alcohol."

"Aw, man! Not you, too!"


In the promised two hours, Beki found herself feeling much better. She wasn't on the edge of death anymore, at least, and neither was Sara. Sara was feeling so chipper, in fact, that she was busy burning Duo's ears off for getting her drunk in the first place.

Most of the blond's words were the kind that you just don't say around decent people, and Beki had to wonder where her friend had learned them.

"'Scuse me, Mr. Lowe." She murmured, stepping around Heero and into the main sitting room. Even after finding out that the former Wing Zero pilot had adopted the name Odin Lowe, the teen couldn't stop thinking of him as Heero. Just her basic fangirlish nature, probably. "Hello, Quatre."

"Umm, Miss Beki? Your clothing is dry now." Quatre said by way of greeting. "You don't have to wear mine anymore."

"But I'm not in a dark mood today!" She protested, crossing her arms over the loose pink shirt she'd filched from his closet. "I can't wear black! I need to wear bright colors today, or I'll get depressed!"

"But-" Quatre started, only to be interrupted from behind.

"Just let her have her way." Diana said calmly, jumping the back of the loveseat and plopping down on the cushion. "She'll throw a fit if you don't, and it doesn't really matter if she stole your pants and shirt. At least she's not wearing those ridiculous goggles of yours."

"They are not ridiculous!" Beki protested, shooting past Quatre and jumping on the loveseat next to her sister. "They're very, very important! They're symbolic of his position as the master of the Maganacs! He got them when Rashid let him lead the Maganacs against the allied forces when he ran away! Those goggles are the most important and least ridiculous pair of goggles in Creation!"

Quatre blinked in surprise, wondering how exactly she'd known how he'd gotten the goggles. He'd never even told his fellow pilots that story.

"Freakishness aside," Diana ground out, shoving Beki off the couch with one foot, "how about we figure out how to get us home? I'm tired of wearing that dork's clothes!"

"You could always borrow some of Quatre's." Beki said from the floor, not even bothering to sit up. "They fit me, so they should fit you, too."

"Don't offer other people's things to me." Diana snapped. "Or I'll knock you through a wall."

"I love you, too, Diana."

"Shut up."


"We need some props before we can do the spell again." Beki stated cheerfully. "Do you have magic shops around here? Voodoo parlors? Pagan supply stores?"

"What?" Odin asked, staring at her, confused. "What the hell is a 'voodoo parlor,' and why would we need to go to one?"

"We need candles." The blond said calmly, ignoring the glares directed at her. "One black and five white candles, twenty polished black stones, salt, rosemary, water, and a clean, waterproof surface to work on. The stones have to all be about the same size and arranged in a pentacle, the water, salt, and rosemary have to be mixed and sprinkled on the stones, and the candles have to be tapers and set up a certain way. Spells like this are very complicated."

"I'll bet." Duo said dryly, yawning. "A buddy of mine sells candles; I'll see about those. One black and five white, right?"

"Yup." Sara said, smiling. "I'm coming with you, though, since I came here just to see you, anyway."

"Who can get us the stones?" Stephanie asked, sitting exactly three feet away from Odin, exactly as he'd instructed.

"I'll handle those." Quatre offered, raising his hand. "I take it you'll be coming with me, Miss Beki?"

"Of course!" The fangirl in question agreed, grinning from ear to ear and nodding vigorously. "And I'm sure you have rosemary, salt, and water, so we don't have to worry about that! Now, what are we having for dinner?"


Beki slipped inside the Winner mansion, peering cautiously to either side before stepping in and quietly closing the door. Moving as silently as she could, she walked across the giant entryway to the stairs, took them two at a time, and ran the rest of the way to the room she was staying in.

All her furtiveness was in vain, however, for Sara and Nicole were waiting on her bed.

"Did you have fun?" Sara asked, bouncing to her feet and snatching the suitcase Beki was carrying out of the taller blond's hands.

"Wait, Sara! That's my stuff!"

"Ooh, did Blondie take you on a shopping spree?" Sara teased, popping the suitcase open and spilling its contents onto the bedspread. "What's this? Clothing? Books? Shoes? Where did he take you, the mall?"

"Well… yeah…" Beki managed uncomfortably. "But we did get the stones…"

"See, if I'd known there were shopping sprees involved, I would have chosen the rich one, too."

"Hey! Don't even joke like that! That's like me saying I'd've picked Duo if I'd known there would be beer involved!"

"At least you're not with the puppy killer anymore."

"Heero is not a puppy killer!" Beki protested tearfully, collapsing to the floor and sobbing into her hands. "And he feels bad enough already without you insensitive dolts who care more about the dog than the people rubbing it in! That puppy's owner died, too, you know! And so did everyone else in the building! So forget the damned puppy!"

"Alright, already! Yeesh!" Sara exclaimed, shoving assorted piece of clothing back into the suitcase and rolling her eyes. "Forget I said anything!"


Beki puttered about the recently-cleaned storage closet designated as the spell room, making sure everything was perfect. She had her suitcase full of Quatre-funded shopping spree, as well as a few other… souvenirs. She had all the components for the spell. She had several pictures of the pilots, alone and in various groups. She was as ready to go home as she would ever be.

"You guys can come in now!" She called, as the door opened across from her. As her sister and friends piled in, she noted that she wasn't the only one with luggage; Sara in particular had a very large navy duffel stuffed with presents, souvenirs, and several things poor Duo was going to miss soon.

"Is everything in order, ladies?" Quatre asked from the hall, poking his head inside.

"Umm… just one more thing real quick, and we'll be out of your hair." Beki spoke up, stepping carefully to the door while the other girls arranged themselves in the circle. She stopped in front of Quatre, took a deep breath, grabbed his shoulders, and kissed him square on the lips.

"That'llbeallitwasnicemeetingyouwe'llbeleavingnowgottago!" She exclaimed in one breath, blushing furiously as she pushed him back into the hall, slammed the door, and scampered to the middle of the circle to the faint sound of Duo yelling 'Q-man got kissed! Q-man got kissed!'


"Ack!" Beki yelped, staring down. Just what she needed; another pool. "Not agaaaiiiinnnn!" The blond wailed as she plunged into a strange pool for the second time that week.


So, where should they go next? Suggestions are appreciated! Please review! First person to review gets a cameo appearance in the next chapter!