Author's Note: I'd like to take this opportunity to give out some thanks. First, I'd like to give credit to Jen Red Robe's "Blue Lightening" for inspiration and a model for Solo. Next, I'd like to give out thanks to ShinyObsessed, Rynn-Rynn, snowdragonct, and ShadowMajin for being there practically every step of the way. Your reviews were real encouraging and even thought provoking, ultimately leading to the creation of chapters I hadn't even originally planned. Now, for the rest of you, I have only one word to say. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: light shounen ai

Epilogue

The tapping sounds from the keyboard ceased. Looking at the screen, an older Duo smiled and saved his work. He stretched his arms out and sat back into his comfy chair, reminiscing through memories.

He didn't regret returning to L2 now. He didn't regret leaving the others to fret over his absence. In the end, he had found happiness, fulfillment. He had found a home, created a family, hell, even earned his own keep. Just how he always wanted it to be.

After their honeymoon, Solo had managed to expand his own operations, branching out to L4 first, then to the other colonies, slowly making his way to Earth. There was just something about the Maxwell Hotel Enterprise that drew in customers, be they single night travelers, family vacationers, business associates attending seminars, it didn't matter. Of course, Solo took it slowly. That way he could still be with Duo as much as he wanted.

It was a good arraignment. A very good arraignment.

Meanwhile, he, Duo, needed to release some energy out. Since pranking Solo would grow old after a while, he started messing around with his laptop. The next thing he knew, he was typing up a story like a demon possessed. It was addicting, he couldn't stop! By the end of the first week, he had finished with his first book. However, it took some time to get it published as a few publishers were real hesitant about it.

That didn't discourage Duo a bit. Since it seemed as if Quatre was involved with everything, he got the book published through one of the publishing companies that the Arabian controlled. It took a while, maybe a few months, before people began to get interested in the book but by then, he had already finished a second. It didn't matter what the genre was, he went into everything from romance novels to action thrillers to fantasy and science fiction and even a few couple mystery and horror novels.

He didn't really care if people read his stuff. If they liked it, they liked it. If not, it was their loss. It just so happened that he had become a name in the fiction department and, as one critic put it, had a way of distracting the reader from reality.

But wasn't that what an author was suppose to do?

A few years later, he and Solo came across a real treasure. It could have been history repeating itself, at least for Solo. Since Markus Troy's organization disbanded, a lot of other L2 elitists were taken down as well for it seemed Troy kept a lot of blackmail worthy material on them. Almost like dominos they fell, but that was neither here nor there. The treasure they found was a small boy long, ragged, dark brown hair and the most intense grey eyes either of them had ever seen.

It had started out with them feeding the kid. They soon discovered that the kid was sticking around the hotel, hardly daring to leave its proximity for some reason. He could have been an orphan, perhaps a runaway for all they knew, but one day, Duo simply scooped the kid up and brought him up the suite.

Trio Maxwell. That was the name they gave him. Duo and Solo were his parents/guardians now, at least on paper they were. They taught him the basics of their street survival skills, in case Trio ever found himself on the streets again. That included pickpocketing, fighting skills, hell, give stealth lessons were included. Mind you, he wasn't as good at the craft as Duo or Solo were but, then again, they had kept him from having to use and perfect those skills.

Currently, Trio was growing into a handsome young man. He would be entering high school soon, part of the newly established L2 School District. He had been quite the handful when he first started school, using his thievery skills on his classmates. Lucky for them, no one had connected him to the thefts. At least not yet.

Closing his eyes, he focused his hearing, smiling to himself when he caught low sound of music coming from downstairs. Trio was in the gym again. He must really want to attract the attention of the opposite sex. Though from the way he talked of such things, the teen was trying to get anything he could, no matter who it came from. Did that mean he was bisexual? No matter, as long as he was happy.

As for the other pilots, he heard that Trowa had retired from the Preventers, due to the fact that he received an injury from a mission that would hinder him. From what he last heard, he had accepted a job as the head of security for one Quatre Winner, who was still running the family business. He knew about what Wufei and Heero were doing but he didn't care about it. It wasn't his business what they did and neither was it theirs to know what he did unless he told them.

End of story.

Two arms wrapped around him from behind, chair and all. A light hearted chuckle followed and Duo opened his eyes to catch sight of Solo's green ones.

"You done?" Solo asked, leaning down to brush a kiss on his forehead.

"Just finished," Duo answered.

"So what do you want to do to celebrate?" Solo asked, trailing kisses down the side of his neck.

"I can think of several things," Duo replied. "We could go out and have a fancy dinner, watch a movie with popcorn, put Trio in his place if his ego is big again…"

"I was thinking about something else," Solo said dryly, smiling indulgently at the braided one.

"I know you were, that's why I couldn't resist," Duo stated.

"You little tease."

Solo leaned down and captured his lips. Breaking off, he began, "How about we get some take out, send Trio to Quatre's while we're at it. That way we can be as loud as we want…"

"You're incorrigible," Duo teased.

"I know. That's why you love me."

Shaking his head, he replied, "Go do whatever it is you want to do. I'll be right out."

"Don't take too long," Solo whispered conspiratorially in his ear.

As Solo left, Duo shook his head again, grinning to himself.

Oh yes. Life was good.