Groaning from the pain in her head, Flame awoke, not fully aware of where she was and why. Blinking rapidly, cringing from the bright light of the sun streaming in from the large windows, she rolled out of the warm bed, shuffling over to the closet, taking the complimentary robe from the hanger and tying it about her. Using the packets of coffee placed near the percolator in the room, she prepared a pot of caffeniated coffee. While waiting for it to perk, she worked on remembering the events of the past night.

She remembered the fireworks, fast-paced rides and tons of food as well as drinks. There was soda, chocolate, popcorn, soda, cotton candy, turkey legs, various candies and soda, all consumed for the duration of the day. They must have eaten enough sugar to kill thirty men.

Pouring a steaming cup, Flame crossed over to the (A/N:OTHER SIDE!!! I… erm… sorry 'bout that…) windows, sitting down at the nearby table, turning from the view outside to study her sleeping companion in depth.

He seemed peaceful and calm, mouth open, hair falling in his closed eyes and soft snoring noises coming from his mouth. She arched a delicate eyebrow, a semi-humored smile on her lips. He was… she wasn't quite sure what he was, but he most definitely was something.

She sipped slowly on the hot liquid, her fiercely blue eyes focused on him. She waited for him to wake, and while she waited a realization overwhelmed her.

She was supposed to be at work… three hours ago.

She was also supposedly alone when she was at DisneyLand.

Now, neither was true, and OZ was likely hunting after her.

Quickly examining the hotel room, she assessed if it was or was not part of the OZ surveillance clause. Noticing that it was nicer than what she normally stayed in, but not as "fru-fru" as Trieze used, she deduced that it was not under watch.

Sighing in relief, she once more looked upon her captor, or was it captive? In either case, he was awakening.

His braid had loosened in some parts during his sleep, eyes half- closed, heavy lidded, and a rosy color on his cheeks from sleep. He looked like a small child, how kawaii.

"Morning. Ugh…" he winced, shutting his eyes tightly, "Who the hell moved the sun?"

"Morning sunshine," she quipped, moving to sit on the bed, another cup of brewed coffee in her hands, "Take this, it helps."

"What is it? Cyanide?"

"Just drink it." she sighed, smiling lightly. "We really hit the sugar last night."

"Did I… pole dance on that lamp post?"

"Yup."

"Shit… and pelvic grind that girl?"

"That was me, and I suspect you'll be having a pretty little shiner soon."

"I feel like hell."

"Yeah, you look like purgatory. I'm going to catch hell when they find me."

"Who?"

"OZ."

"Oh, yeah…"

"Hey, don't you have somewhere you need to be?"

"Like…?"

"I don't know. Off working on your Gundam, smashing up a base or meeting with your fellow pilots for some sort of strategy meeting?"

"Holy shit, you're right. Oh hell…"

"What?"

"Heero's gonna be pissed as hell."

"Then, let's go. Get ready you lump."

"You should talk!"

"Shut the hell up, go and get dressed and meet me by the car."

"Fine, but this time, we drive mine."

"Very well. Go!" she flung his pants at him, before pulling an outfit from her bag. She needed to look normal, yet fit in.

She would be meeting the other pilots today, finally.

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A/N: Well, this was really half-assed short. I seem to have short circuited my muses after TIATAAPFE… ^ ^'' Oye… Anyways, I'm working on the next installment. And for those of you who like me, enjoy random snogging, sexual encounters/issues, and/or innuendos, you'll just have to wait a few more days. I've got a few more bits and pieces of chapters worked out. I worked on them in church, odd place to be editing sex scenes, but, with me, expect the freakishly unexpected. Yeah, hope you all enjoy yourselves and r/r.

TTYL

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