"I Write Short Shorts!"

*singing* I write short shorts! She writes short shorts!

Disclaimer: I do not now nor have I ever owned any part of Gundam Wing. Those Belong to Bandai and Sotsu Agency, the original writers, creators and their creative comsultants. I am making no money off this fic, so don't sue.

This fic is made in collaboration with my freind Lilith-Chan. Drop on by and read her fics! You'll love 'em!

On with the show!

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A single lone shuttle was cruising through the inky blackness of space headed towards Mars to visit the Unified Council of Earth and Space. The interior was nothing but two rows of seats for the passengers and two chairs for the pilot and co-pilot.

Quatre was strapped into the pilot's chair, Trowa sat beside him. The young winner lad had an objection to floating about so soon after eating. WuFei was perfectly content to sit there and read his book in silence, a book entitled "Two Hundred Ways to Visit Justice Upon Those Who Have No Integrity in a Most Violent and Satisfying Manner." Heero was typing away at his laptop, ignoring everybody as ususal probably playing chess again. Duo, however, was flaoting about the cabinet, mile-long braid streaming out behind him.

"Heero, wha'cha typin'?" Duo asked, floating right by his head.

"Leave me alone Duo," said Heero tonelessly.

"Man, are we there yet?" Duo asked impatiently. He'd never been to Mars. And besides...Hilde was there in her new office.

"No," said Heero flatly. Duo decided to have a litle fun with this.

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?

"No."

"Are we-"

~kla-chek!~ The sound of a gun saftey being clicked off and the clip being loaded resounded through out the cabin. Heero.

Duo grinned. Heero wouldn't fire the thing in here. It would be suicide on his part and while Heero might not object to dying, might not even object to taking the others with him...he would object to dying accidentally as result of his own stupidity (it would reflect badly on him). A slug would make a hole in the shuttle hull. If it made a large enough hole, explosive decompression would ensue (not a pretty way to go).

After another few moments of silence Duo decided it was getting pretty boring in there, and what did one do on road trips to alleviate boredom? Why, one sang road songs of course!

Duo had a song stuck in his head and he could not get it out. It was driving him crazy! Well, misery loved company.

"Hey guys, how 'bout a song?" he called out.

"No." ((Guess who that come from!))

"Aww come on! I'm a very /good/ singer!"

"Duo, this is the kind of conversation that could only end in a gunshot."

Heedlessly, Duo began to sing the most catchy tune he knew (sure to remain stuck in their heads for weeks!)

(singing) "In the town where I was born.."

Quatre joined in happily.

"There was a maaaan who sailed the sea..."

Trowa joined in also, with a small smile of amusement.

"And he told me of his life...In the laaaand of submarines!"

(chorus)

"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine."

Heero and Wufei exchange a look of horror.

(in unison)

"Ahhhhhhhhrgh!"

The last thing we see as we fade from the scene is the side of the shuttle. Two of the pilots are pressed against the portholes trying to claw their way out.

End.