Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Final Fantasy Eight

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Final Fantasy Eight.

Author's Note: Well the adventure continues…Join us, as the wonderful…stuff continues… This story is co-authored by the way! Forgive me, for it being short! I've been busy!

Final Fantasy and Gundam Wing Vs. Chibi-ness

The Adventure continues…

"Ow!" she yelped while hopping on one foot. Before Duo could escape, Ryan grabbed hold of his braid. Dragging him, she plopped him onto the couch. "Everyone sit down, NOW!" The nine youngsters reluctantly obeyed. "Okay, Alex, count your crew."

"One punk, two, three, four punks, five punks…one, two, three, four, five…uh oh. I could have swore I had six when I came in here," Alex muttered to herself.

"What did you say?" Alex gave her a sheepish grin.

"I think I lost one? Oh well, one less rug rat to deal with."

"Don't be mean," Ryan said before turning to count her own crew. "Oh no. HE'S gone," she quietly whispered, her voice filled with dredge.

"That didn't sound good."

"Oh no, where's he at!" Ryan said hysterically, while she searched under ever pillow and chair. "We gotta find him, before he does something…"

"Who?" Alex asked as she looked behind a curtain. The answer made her stomach knot.

"Heero Yuy."

"Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap…." Alex said as she re-doubled her efforts. "I think I know where my missing dude went."

"Who were you missing?" Ryan asked.

"Guess…just guess.."

"Where's Sir Squallie?" a young innocent voice asked. Ryan looked between Selphie and Alex.

"Squall? Squall is missing?! You could have mentioned this earlier!!"

"Well I didn't think that we were in any danger…now it's a completely different story!"

"Okay calm down…we need deeps breaths…they're only five after all…only five…what harm can they do?" BOOM!

"You had to open your big mouth didn't you?" Alex exclaimed as she ran to the smoke filled room, Ryan on her heels. Alex squinted her cerulean blue eyes, while she tried to survey the damage. "I'm glad you didn't come over to my place," she muttered.

"Oh my God! That wasn't here this morning. My landlord is going to kill me…" Ryan said as she shook her head, as the huge gapping whole in the far wall.

"There goes your deposit," Alex said with a smirk. Ryan leveled a death glare at her. Two small voices floated in their direction.

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Does it have a self-destruction button?"

"Heero, what did you do?" Ryan called as she stepped over the rubble that use to be her bedroom wall. A small dark headed boy, ran out from a corner.

"It wadn't me," he said defensively. "He did it!" he said and pointed to Squall who was walking out of the shadows.

"There's two of 'em! Which one is which?" Alex asked, as she stared at the identical children. Squall and Heero would have been twins, if it were not for the small scar on Squall's forehead, and Heero's dark eyes. A loud groan echoed from the hole. "That's not good." Ryan and Alex look at each other, before diving at the two children, they tackled the boys and rolled safely away just as a huge red steel claw crashed through what was left of the wall. Ryan sat up only to find, Heero with a choking grip, was clinging to her neck. His Prussian blue eyes were as large as saucers, when he turned to look at Squall, who was clinging likewise.

"Was that supposed to happen?" Heero asked. Squall shock his head.

"No! Mean ol' Raggyrock!" he whispered. Alex ran to the ship in awe, Squall was hanging on for dear life.

"Screw rush hour! Oh I'm taking this thing out for a test drive…I bet it gets good gas mileage."

"It's mine!"

"Not until you can reach the pedals," Alex said smartly. She watched, transfixed, as a panel slowly began to lower, till it reached the floor. Squall released his grip on Alex, and jumped to the ground. Trowa ran in, and attached himself to the free Alex.

"You forgot about me," he said as he looked at her, with huge green puppy dog eyes, which were beginning to fill with tears.

"Huh…oops! Sorry! Trowa! We'll be right back!" Alex said as she led a squirming Trowa toward the bathroom. Ryan turned her attention back to Squall just in time to see a ball of fur run and tackle him from behind him. Three puppy heads barked excitedly as one tail wagged happily.