[Disclaimer and Author's Notes| Gundam's not mine, but I'm writing stories about it anyway! Bwahahahaha! Ahem, and also, don't sue me, because I'm not making any money off of this.
This was originally posted in the fall of 2000 (wow, two years). Repost is purely because the author feels like replacing the files that were there. I'm not as hyper now, really...]
Sillyshort 1!!!
by Tyrne_J
Sally walked into the hangar. It was teatime, and it seemed as if Quatre was going to forget about it today. After asking around, and not finding the blonde pilot anywhere, she had decided that Quatre was spending some quality time with his beloved Sandrock in the hangar.
Looking around, Sally spotted him on the catwalk, between Deathscythe and Sandrock, his back to her. He was reading a book, but it seemed odd to her that Quatre would stand in the middle of the catwalk to read a book.
"Quatre?" She stepped closer, but stopped short as she overheard what he was saying.
"And will you, Deathscythe, take Sandrock to be your lawfully-wedded wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"Eh, Quatre - "
He whirled around and pinned Sally with a glare. "Shh! Can't you see they're getting married?"
End
[*This is the product of picking two random characters, then adding another, or two others, and trying to make a story out of it all. Surprisingly, there was hardly any caffeine or sugar at all, but maybe it was the residual effect of passing the "test of the week" ^_^*]
This was originally posted in the fall of 2000 (wow, two years). Repost is purely because the author feels like replacing the files that were there. I'm not as hyper now, really...]
Sillyshort 1!!!
by Tyrne_J
Sally walked into the hangar. It was teatime, and it seemed as if Quatre was going to forget about it today. After asking around, and not finding the blonde pilot anywhere, she had decided that Quatre was spending some quality time with his beloved Sandrock in the hangar.
Looking around, Sally spotted him on the catwalk, between Deathscythe and Sandrock, his back to her. He was reading a book, but it seemed odd to her that Quatre would stand in the middle of the catwalk to read a book.
"Quatre?" She stepped closer, but stopped short as she overheard what he was saying.
"And will you, Deathscythe, take Sandrock to be your lawfully-wedded wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"Eh, Quatre - "
He whirled around and pinned Sally with a glare. "Shh! Can't you see they're getting married?"
End
[*This is the product of picking two random characters, then adding another, or two others, and trying to make a story out of it all. Surprisingly, there was hardly any caffeine or sugar at all, but maybe it was the residual effect of passing the "test of the week" ^_^*]