Disclaimer: We do not own Gundam Wing, or anything associated with them (or
anything else except for our cardboard box, and this trusty laptop, which we
exchanged on the black market in exchange for a wombat toenail. We don't even
own the socket that we plugged the laptop in, oh shit! The homeowner has retur-
we must go! Quickly, to the Angel Mobile(cardboard box)!). We do, however, own
the rights to the stories we concoct. And, being the creative and enlightened
authors that we are, reserve the right to abuse all characters in our stories as
we see fit, or at least to the fullest extent of the law. And no, this has
nothing to do with Christmas.
Five Gundam Guys, Four Easily Amused SPEDs, and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
Chapter 3
As one o'clock rolled around, everyone retired to their pajamas. Allison wore
her black and yellow Bowling Lanes shirt and the longest pants that Old Navy
supplied. Kelly wore her hospital scrubs, that she had grown rather attached to.
Tamen wore her hawaiian print pajama bottoms and blue palm tree shirt, and
lastly, Ashley in her white tank top and blue penguin pants.
"Usually I'd sleep in the nude, but, I figured hey, with everyone here, why
chance it." Duo stated proudly. Tamen's attention slightly wavered from her
sketch pad, while everyone else just backed away.
Kelly was aimlessly wandering around the room, as if bored, and Ashley was busy
downloading Sailor Moon media onto Tamen's laptop.
Tamen stretched, "Well, I'm sleepy. Running from the authorities and all
was pretty exhausting. By the way, thanks for scaring them off, Heero."
Heero nearly cracked a smile, and expertly patted the butt of his rifle. Mission
complete. "'Night all." She smiled breifly, yawned, and then retired
to her room. Allison had fallen asleep on the linoleum in the kitchen, and was
snoring.
The Gundam pilots, minus Wufei (there had been little sound coming from the
bathroom, which meant that one or both were seriously injured, if not dead) also
marched off to their rooms, hoping to get a good nights sleep.
Heero's eyes opened a crack as he felt weight on his chest. He ignored, it
thinking that perhaps he was still under the influence of sleep, when he felt
puffs of breath hitting his face. He opened his eyes all the way, or rather as
much as he could, for that time of night, and nearly lost his cool composure.
Kelly was sitting on his chest, one leg on either side, her elbows resting on
the pillow, staring right into his eyes.
"Hello!" She voiced with an hint of enthusiasm. Heero said nothing,
but turned his head just enough to get a glimpse of the clock radio. 3:07. AM.
"What are you doing here?" He mumbled.
"I wanna go for a walk!" She grabbed his wrist and yanked him out of
bed. "And besides, you were the only one who looked like if I stared at you
long enough, you'd wake up!"
Heero slumped back onto the bed. No. Please nooooo....
"Come ooooonnnnn, Special Buddy Buddy," Kelly whined. She proceeded to
drag him out of his room, and literally, down the stairs. She proceeded to lead
him out of the house, and down to the beach. Smiling, she looked at the beach,
and then at Heero.
"Zzzzzz....."
Saying nothing, she swung around and hurled him into the water. There was a
splash, followed by a grunting. Heero sat up in the water, and received Kelly's
death glare. Silently, He got up, and she led him back to the beach house. After
stepping over Allison, Kelly stretched and yawned.
"'Kay kay, peekaboo!!!!"
"Hn"
"Are you sleepy?"
"Zzzzzzz....."
"Hey! Get up!"
He lazily made his way out off the couch and to the coffee table where he last
saw his gun. He didn't find it there, but instead found it in Kelly's hands.
"What does this do?" She asked, grinning.
"Shit." He slowly backed away. Even if we was emotionless, he wasn't
stupid. This had to be Relena's idea. Kelly gripped the gun and aimed it at
various objects around the room, mocking the pulling of the trigger.
The phone rang. Quatre lazily sat up in bed, feeling Trowa's grip loosen as he
pulled gently away. He yawned, looking fondly at his boyfriend, and made his way
down to the phone in the kitchen. It hit the fourth rang as he picked up.
"Hello? This is Relena, is Heero there?"
"Oh, hi Relena. This is Quatre." He looked in the living room, where
Heero was inching along the wall, trying to escape from Kelly. "He's a
bit.... preoccupied with one of the girls."
"EXCUSE ME?"
"No, not like that!!!!" Quatre said quickly, blushing.
"Well, I'm sorry for calling his early, but it's about five in the
afternoon here, and I didn't know when I could get a chance to call you again.
I'll be there tomorrow, as soon as I can, 'kay? I'm going to meet you at the
Coast Restaurant. I can't talk much longer, I'm getting some looks. Give Heero
my love."
Quatre took another peek into the living room, where Heero was trying to pry the
gun out of Kelly's hands. The pilot was starting to sweat, as the girl gave him
dirty looks and held onto the gun with a grip like a pro wrestler.
"I will. Bye, Relena, see you tomorrow."
As dawn broke, many in the house were still asleep. Kelly had fallen into
slumber, still holding on to Heero's rifle. Heero had fallen asleep on the
floor, and there was a small puddle of drool inching across the carpet as he
snored.
Tamen yawned, too tired to get out of bed, too awake to fall back to sleep. With
a final deep breath, she managed to roll out of bed, and looked in the mirror.
She ran a brush through her mangled hair until it shone, and slowly made her way
down the stairs.
She walked past Kelly and Heero in the living room, and into the pantry. There
was not much left, after they had all "made themselves at home". Tamen
grabbed a piece of bread and stuck it in the toaster. It looked like a shopping
trip was in order.
She made a list and set it out on the counter, for others to add to.
As she leaned back in her chair, and looked out into the living room, the two
sleeping forms made her grin. It would be a very interesting trip.