GUNDAM WING:
Irreplacable and Irresistable
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Ain't gettin' paid.
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-Part 1-
Unconscious on the floor of a dirty cell, Quatre Raberba Winner
was not aware of the events taking place two rooms down.
"He's an exact duplicate," the scientist explained to Treize. "He
copies the original in every way."
"And you're sure that this will get us control of the Winner
Family's financial holdings?"
"That, and everything else they own."
"Let's talk in my office," Treize suggested, leading the scientist
away from his experiment.
The duplicate Quatre waited in the lab for several minutes. Then,
becoming restless, he wandered off down the hall.. When he got
to the cell where the original Quatre was still languishing, he gasped.
Quatre stared at the boy in the hallway, a boy who duplicated himself
almost exactly...
. almost.
~You forgot about my spaceheart,~ Quatre thought to himself, ~that
cannot be duplicated.~
The clone returned to the lab and retrieved the keys to the cells along
with a weapon. Then, racing back to Quatre's cell, he unlocked the door.
"Let's go!" he told Quatre.
Quatre nodded. "Right," as he leaped out of the hard cot and joined the
other Quatre in the hallway. He was rather surprised when the duplicate
Quatre leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"I thought it might cheer you up," the other boy explained, blushing a
little.
"Oh," Quatre smiled, sounding a bit relieved. "For a moment there I
thought I might have had more of an ego problem than I previously
realized."
The two of them laughed until they heard the sound of approaching
footsteps. Then, fast as they could, they headed off down the hall in
the opposite direction those sounds were coming from.
Irreplacable and Irresistable
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Ain't gettin' paid.
-------------------------------------------
-Part 1-
Unconscious on the floor of a dirty cell, Quatre Raberba Winner
was not aware of the events taking place two rooms down.
"He's an exact duplicate," the scientist explained to Treize. "He
copies the original in every way."
"And you're sure that this will get us control of the Winner
Family's financial holdings?"
"That, and everything else they own."
"Let's talk in my office," Treize suggested, leading the scientist
away from his experiment.
The duplicate Quatre waited in the lab for several minutes. Then,
becoming restless, he wandered off down the hall.. When he got
to the cell where the original Quatre was still languishing, he gasped.
Quatre stared at the boy in the hallway, a boy who duplicated himself
almost exactly...
. almost.
~You forgot about my spaceheart,~ Quatre thought to himself, ~that
cannot be duplicated.~
The clone returned to the lab and retrieved the keys to the cells along
with a weapon. Then, racing back to Quatre's cell, he unlocked the door.
"Let's go!" he told Quatre.
Quatre nodded. "Right," as he leaped out of the hard cot and joined the
other Quatre in the hallway. He was rather surprised when the duplicate
Quatre leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"I thought it might cheer you up," the other boy explained, blushing a
little.
"Oh," Quatre smiled, sounding a bit relieved. "For a moment there I
thought I might have had more of an ego problem than I previously
realized."
The two of them laughed until they heard the sound of approaching
footsteps. Then, fast as they could, they headed off down the hall in
the opposite direction those sounds were coming from.