*Falls off chair in shock * I UPDATED THIS FIC FINALLY! I don't own
anything but the plot. (It'd be pretty cool to own the G pilots but I won't
go there) Hope you like my fic!
"HEY TROWA!" called Quatre throw the closed door of a bedroom.
There was no reply.
"TROWA!" screamed Quatre again.
There was no reply again.
"ANSWER ME DAMN IT!"
The door opened slowly and a dark figure stood staring, red eyed at the blonde baka.
"Trowa, what's wrong with your eyes?" asked Quatre looking puzzled. The only reply he received from his piloting pal was insane giggles.
When Quatre opened the door more a woft of smoke came floating out of the room.
"Trowa have you been getting stoned again?" asked Quatre as though he was talking to a small child. He crossed his arms daintily across his chest and began to tap his foot.
"You could say that," came a voice from in the darkened room.
"TROWA?" asked Quatre shocked that his B.F (What. Best Friend!) Would have another stoner buddy.
"Hey good looking!" said Shinji Akari standing beside Trowa and throwing his arm around his shoulders.
Quatre stood with a stunned mullet expression. His face began to twitch and his pretty blue eyes filled with tears.
"Ooh what's wrong Quaty-kins?" asked Trowa.
"Yo.. You replaced me," sobbed Quatre like a child who was told that Christmas wasn't coming this year.
"Do you wanna join us?" asked Shinji.
"Ooh. Okay," said Quatre wiping his eyes and walking in the room.
"YEAH PARTY!" announced Shinji before falling backwards smack bang onto the ground.
**** In therapy****
"So Mr Maxwell. When did this start happening?" asked the fully qualified Therapist (okay slight fib there. She was a cheapie who was only willing to do this because her singing career went down the drain when she tried to do a cover of "Hit me baby one more time!" The record company said 1 Britney Spears was bad enough.)
She was helping Duo and Heero recover from the traumas of Legolas Greenleafs suitcase.
"What the Gerbils in the suitcase?" asked Duo who was reclining in a red chair with his hands behind his head.
"No the strange dreams where you keep seeing your father dancing along with Darren Hayes songs." Replied the Therapist.
Heero, who was sitting in the corner quietly, cocked his eyebrow questioningly at his fellow Gundam Pilot but didn't say anything.
"IT WAS HORRIBLE!" shouted Duo in despair.
"Tell me about it," suggested TT (the therapist)
"I just did," said Duo who was hyperventilating.
"Well I need to know more," said TT who was twisting her hair around his finger not really paying attention.
"Well I have these recurring dreams. I walk into a strip bar for a good night. I sit right in front of the stage with a beer when the lights dim and all of a sudden a Darren Hayes song starts to play. Then my dad walks out in a pink tight as spandex jump suite and starts doing pole dancing." Cried Duo.
"Oh now, now sweetheart," said Heero. (To Duo not you Becka!)
"Sweetheart?" asked TT with a puzzled expression.
"It was horrifying." Wailed Duo. And then he started to strip and oh it was (shudders) GROSS AS MAN!"
"I'll go get us a drink okay Duo," said Heero kindly.
"Okay," sniffed Duo.
Heero walked out the room shutting the door quietly behind him.
"So Duo. Has anything happened to you in your past with your Dad that might make you have these dreams?" questioned TT.
Before Duo could answer the door was kicked open and Heero stepped in shouting, "BOOM BABY!"
"Hee-chan funny!" giggled Duo clapping his hands together.
"Anyways, can you please answer my question," said TT getting impatient.
"Oh right! Well my Dad used to play these games with me," began Duo
"ALRIGHT THAT'S IT!" shouted TT. "THEY'RE NOT PAYING ME ENOUGH FOR THIS!"
She then got up and stormed out of the room.
"What was that all about?" asked Heero handing Duo a drink.
"I dunno all I was going to say was we used to play celebrity heads." Said Duo shrugging and taking a big gulp of his drink.
**** In a big round room with lots of buttons****
Legolas was sitting on a round chair with his legs folded underneath him as though he was meditating. He had a childish grin on his face as he looked at all the shinny buttons that wanted to be pushed.
"What does this button do?" he asked Misato.
"Turn the power off," said Misato. He'd been asking these questions for half an hour and she was getting sick of them.
He then saw a BIG shiny RED button and stretched his arm out towards it.
"Bad Lego!" said Misato slapping his hand fiercely. Lego winced and began licking his hand like a cat (Or like Alz-chan has done occasionally)
"Listen we should go find the others," suggested Misato standing up and heading towards the door.
Then all of a sudden the door burst open and there stood.
"Harry Potter?" asked Misato confused.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Legolas like a girl jumping into Misato's arms and shaking uncontrollably.
"Umm Harry," said Misato dropping Lego on his arse with a thud. "Umm your not in this fic!"
"What? BUT I'M THE BOY WHO LIVED DAMN IT!"
Author: 'Listen sweetheart, I'm sorry, I've written a fic with you in it. Go to that one'
Harry: SWEETHEART? SWEETHEART?
BANG!!!!
Author: Sorry about that (puts gun back in pocket) Continue
Legolas is currently rocking back and forth saying "Pottheads gonna get me Pottheads gonna get me!"
Misato exits the room leaving Legolas with his own thoughts.
RECOMMENDATION: Don't leave Legolas Greenleaf with his own thoughts!
Okay that chapter was crap but the next should be better! Please Review!
"HEY TROWA!" called Quatre throw the closed door of a bedroom.
There was no reply.
"TROWA!" screamed Quatre again.
There was no reply again.
"ANSWER ME DAMN IT!"
The door opened slowly and a dark figure stood staring, red eyed at the blonde baka.
"Trowa, what's wrong with your eyes?" asked Quatre looking puzzled. The only reply he received from his piloting pal was insane giggles.
When Quatre opened the door more a woft of smoke came floating out of the room.
"Trowa have you been getting stoned again?" asked Quatre as though he was talking to a small child. He crossed his arms daintily across his chest and began to tap his foot.
"You could say that," came a voice from in the darkened room.
"TROWA?" asked Quatre shocked that his B.F (What. Best Friend!) Would have another stoner buddy.
"Hey good looking!" said Shinji Akari standing beside Trowa and throwing his arm around his shoulders.
Quatre stood with a stunned mullet expression. His face began to twitch and his pretty blue eyes filled with tears.
"Ooh what's wrong Quaty-kins?" asked Trowa.
"Yo.. You replaced me," sobbed Quatre like a child who was told that Christmas wasn't coming this year.
"Do you wanna join us?" asked Shinji.
"Ooh. Okay," said Quatre wiping his eyes and walking in the room.
"YEAH PARTY!" announced Shinji before falling backwards smack bang onto the ground.
**** In therapy****
"So Mr Maxwell. When did this start happening?" asked the fully qualified Therapist (okay slight fib there. She was a cheapie who was only willing to do this because her singing career went down the drain when she tried to do a cover of "Hit me baby one more time!" The record company said 1 Britney Spears was bad enough.)
She was helping Duo and Heero recover from the traumas of Legolas Greenleafs suitcase.
"What the Gerbils in the suitcase?" asked Duo who was reclining in a red chair with his hands behind his head.
"No the strange dreams where you keep seeing your father dancing along with Darren Hayes songs." Replied the Therapist.
Heero, who was sitting in the corner quietly, cocked his eyebrow questioningly at his fellow Gundam Pilot but didn't say anything.
"IT WAS HORRIBLE!" shouted Duo in despair.
"Tell me about it," suggested TT (the therapist)
"I just did," said Duo who was hyperventilating.
"Well I need to know more," said TT who was twisting her hair around his finger not really paying attention.
"Well I have these recurring dreams. I walk into a strip bar for a good night. I sit right in front of the stage with a beer when the lights dim and all of a sudden a Darren Hayes song starts to play. Then my dad walks out in a pink tight as spandex jump suite and starts doing pole dancing." Cried Duo.
"Oh now, now sweetheart," said Heero. (To Duo not you Becka!)
"Sweetheart?" asked TT with a puzzled expression.
"It was horrifying." Wailed Duo. And then he started to strip and oh it was (shudders) GROSS AS MAN!"
"I'll go get us a drink okay Duo," said Heero kindly.
"Okay," sniffed Duo.
Heero walked out the room shutting the door quietly behind him.
"So Duo. Has anything happened to you in your past with your Dad that might make you have these dreams?" questioned TT.
Before Duo could answer the door was kicked open and Heero stepped in shouting, "BOOM BABY!"
"Hee-chan funny!" giggled Duo clapping his hands together.
"Anyways, can you please answer my question," said TT getting impatient.
"Oh right! Well my Dad used to play these games with me," began Duo
"ALRIGHT THAT'S IT!" shouted TT. "THEY'RE NOT PAYING ME ENOUGH FOR THIS!"
She then got up and stormed out of the room.
"What was that all about?" asked Heero handing Duo a drink.
"I dunno all I was going to say was we used to play celebrity heads." Said Duo shrugging and taking a big gulp of his drink.
**** In a big round room with lots of buttons****
Legolas was sitting on a round chair with his legs folded underneath him as though he was meditating. He had a childish grin on his face as he looked at all the shinny buttons that wanted to be pushed.
"What does this button do?" he asked Misato.
"Turn the power off," said Misato. He'd been asking these questions for half an hour and she was getting sick of them.
He then saw a BIG shiny RED button and stretched his arm out towards it.
"Bad Lego!" said Misato slapping his hand fiercely. Lego winced and began licking his hand like a cat (Or like Alz-chan has done occasionally)
"Listen we should go find the others," suggested Misato standing up and heading towards the door.
Then all of a sudden the door burst open and there stood.
"Harry Potter?" asked Misato confused.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Legolas like a girl jumping into Misato's arms and shaking uncontrollably.
"Umm Harry," said Misato dropping Lego on his arse with a thud. "Umm your not in this fic!"
"What? BUT I'M THE BOY WHO LIVED DAMN IT!"
Author: 'Listen sweetheart, I'm sorry, I've written a fic with you in it. Go to that one'
Harry: SWEETHEART? SWEETHEART?
BANG!!!!
Author: Sorry about that (puts gun back in pocket) Continue
Legolas is currently rocking back and forth saying "Pottheads gonna get me Pottheads gonna get me!"
Misato exits the room leaving Legolas with his own thoughts.
RECOMMENDATION: Don't leave Legolas Greenleaf with his own thoughts!
Okay that chapter was crap but the next should be better! Please Review!