Intruder - Part Twenty-three
Sausages or burgers...
I would just like to warn you that while writing this (Heero's kinda weird dream) I was very, very, bored, and my over active imagination was, uh...over acting. Heero's dream has nothing to do with this story at all, excepting that it is in it, but I might do some thing later, after I finish this, if I ever do...anyway, I just thought I'd warn you. ^_^
Heero was still asleep, but in a fitful dream;
He could see nothing but flames. Fire was burning all around. He was hot. Too hot. He looked down. He was burning. He didn't try to put out the fire. Something told him it wouldn't leave. The fire represented something, as it danced around his body. The burden he alone was carrying. He turned around. The other four were there. He watched as they all burned too, alight in the flames.
Trowa stood, as still and calm as ever, while the fire raged around him. He stood, and watched it. As he gazed into the intensity of the blaze, it all grouped together as one body. The body of a lion. The lion was made of fire, its fur was a mass of shimmering golden sparks, and it's mane was a tangled mass of bright red flame. It crouched and tensed, ready to pounce. Heero yelled at Trowa to run, but no sound was made. Trowa stood still, and then crouched, holding out his hand to the flaming beast. The lion roared, a sound like an exploding MS, and pounced. Trowa, sat with his hand out as it landed, and they both vanished into to the searing heat.
Quatre was to his right, standing encircled in his own pyre of secrecy. The flames there were a little smaller, but brighter. He wrapped his arms around himself, pulling them together, tighter and tighter, trying desperately to avoid the fiery inferno, he moved away every time it came closer, jumping back from each tendril at a time.
Then he stopped, accepting his fate. Fireballs shot upwards whilst the ring around him collapsed. He stood, illuminated yellow by the glowing heat. He looked at the floor, as if hiding from his gaze. Heero watched as the fireballs returned, exploding on impact. The resulting flare glowed gold, then Quatre too was gone.
Wufei was standing arms folded, ignoring it. As if by paying it no attention it would leave. His eyes were shut, and his usually white coat was yellow, red and orange with the sparks which danced across it. He opened his eyes and stared fearlessly at the fire. Then unfolded his arms and sat on the lava of the floor. The flames ran in circles around him, and became more solid, until they gained a form. The traditional Chinese dragon, running in rings around his folded legs. The dragon slowed and stopped, then pulled itself up to its full height. It inhaled. Heero knew what would happen next. He tried to run over to Wufei, to warn him of his peril, but he hit the flame barrier around himself, and just caught aflame even more. The Dragon exhaled, and a burst of almost white flame erupted from its mouth. Heero was powerless to help as Wufei disappeared into the flames. The dragon dived in and all imploded as it dissolved into the fire.
Heero turned again. To the last of their group. Duo. He was standing, yelling, screaming angrily at the red sky, but no sound came out - silent rage. The fire flew in circles around him, playing with his braid. His expression changed. A smile. He laughed silently, yet still staring defiantly at the clouds of smoke and ash which flew across the sky. His hands raised as if in crucifixion, and the flames hid him completely. Some of them formed a pillar in his right hand. Some others spun him around, as if to play with him. Round and around he went, faster and faster, till suddenly he stopped. They had dressed him in a priests uniform, covered it with a cowl, and given him a scythe. He cried out to the sky again. His black robes burned through at the back, and flames burst forth from within him. The fire had given him wings. Then all remaining flames around him flew to his head, into his face. It became his eyes, as all else became black. Then he left as well, hidden by the burning hell.
Heero looked all around him. There was no one. Nothing. Nothing but fiery purgatory wherever he looked. Wait, there was something there. Someone...
He squinted, unsuccessfully shielding his eyes from the glow of the land around him. A shadow walked through the fire towards him. Apart from himself and this being, they were alone. ~ Who is he? What does he want? ~ he thought to himself.
"I want your soul." The being replied.
Quatre looked up at Trowa. "Do you think we should move her?"
Trowa shook his head. "She's as safe here as anywhere."
"I suppose." He looked down at Charlie. He was asleep too.
"Do you think we should go and get them out?"
"They'll come out when they're bored. Anyway, it's about time they had another good talk. Wufei's always so quiet. And avoiding."
"hmm...Well, if you think so."
Quatre looked at his friend. He was absently playing with the lion's mane. His tail kept flicking across the floor, changing the lay of the carpet. He realized that Trowa wasn't really into this conversation, because he understood why Wufei was so 'avoiding'. He did it sometimes too. To hide. But from what? He tried to think about something else.
"What did the Intruder look like? When it was with Heero?"
"When we saw Heero on the screen, it had already gone. It ran when Duo and Wufei got there. I didn't see it, and when it exploded, it was behind the Gundanium shipment. You'll have to ask one of the others."
"Oh, ok." ~ Nice one Quatre, that worked really well. ~ he chided himself. "What about the first time?" he tried, just to keep the conversation alive.
"Just a regular soldier guy. No uniform, as such, just dark colors and a low cap. 'cept he lost that in the fight. Wufei must have kicked him in the head, hard."
"After that, when was the next time we saw it?"
"There was the tape, from before, when it looked like Duo, and then on Sandrock, when it was both Duo and I." Trowa was still looking at the lion on the floor.
Quatre frowned, thinking about the sabotage on Sandrock.
"I think he's going to be hungry. Do you want to come feed him?"
"...uh, ok." ~ Depends on what he's eating. Shush. ~
"When I got back, the church had been destroyed. I jumped out of the truck and into the crumbled ruins of my home. My life. I was so desperate for it to be empty, but it wasn't."
He flinched slightly at the memory of the smoldering wreck.
"I stood in the remains of the stone arch doorway. I heard my name. It was Sister Helen. I ran to her. She was lying on the floor, I think I knew she wouldn't make it, but I said I'd get a doctor. She carried on talking to me.
She said that she was glad to see I was safe. That Father was worried about me, even to the end. She told me that the Alliance had come and attacked, but they wouldn't leave the church.
I asked her if it was my fault, because I'd stolen the suit from them.
She didn't answer me. She said that Father was noble, that he'd kept preaching peace.
I told her he wasn't noble. He was dumb. What was the point if he was dead.
She said ' Duo, may you have God's blessing.' He hand fell from my cheek.
She'd died, right there in front of me. She never said it wasn't my fault. I didn't cry. The tears fell from my eyes and I screamed.
245 people died that day. The colony's rebellion was crushed. Destroyed, just like the church. They said on the news that they had been 'suppressed' by the Alliance, and OZ. People called it 'The Maxwell Church Tragedy'. That's where I took my name from. Just like so many things, I stole it."
Wufei looked straight at his friend. The tears had dried, and there were no more. His past was free, his secret out, his load was lessened, shared between the two of them.
"I don't think it was your fault. The Alliance and OZ were bent on destruction, I know."
Duo looked at the quiet warrior. He saw his dark eyes reflecting the sorrow he felt.
"What?!?" Heero didn't understand what he meant.
This figure before him wanted his soul? How? Was this what the others had done? Did they themselves symbolize their own souls, and the fire had taken it. He didn't understand. The figure stepped forwards. Heero stepped back. It was Odin. He couldn't face this again, not here, not now. He turned and ran. Through the wall of flames, and over the volcanic ground. He ran, but when he looked back, Odin was catching up. He turned around to see where he was going, and tried to stop. He was about to run off the cliff. Odin grabbed his arm, saving him from the fall.
"It doesn't have to be this way."
"You're right." Heero replied, and jumped. He awoke with a start in his bed. The sheets were tangled around his legs, and the bandage on his arm had been wound tighter. He sat up and yanked the sheets away from him. He got up and went to the sink. Putting his head under the cold water there cleared his mind. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was wide awake now. He shook the water from his hair, and got himself a drink.
~ This is getting crazy. ~
Quatre, Trowa and Charlie were in the mess hall. They'd left Hilde asleep in the armchair in Duo's room. Quatre was fixing dinner, while Trowa dug around in the cupboards, trying to find Charlie a suitable meal. He wasn't having much luck. He sat on the counter.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't find anything."
"Oh. Hmm..." He left the pan on the stove, and went over to the freezer. After throwing some stuff around a bit, he shut it and held up a carrier bag.
"Sausages or beef burgers?" he asked.
"They're frozen."
"Yes, but after a couple minutes in the microwave of high, they'll be defrosted."
"Burgers."
"Cooked?"
"No, I think raw is better for him."
"No problem."
Five minutes later, and Charlie was licking out the dish. He'd enjoyed that. Anymore?
"Was it good? Did you like that?" Quatre was amazed how quickly they'd gone.
The lion licked his lips, and rumbled his appreciation. Trowa smiled, that was one problem sorted - Charlie's diet. Quatre got on with the dinner while Trowa decided to take the lion for an after dinner walk.
"I can't really remember what I did after that, I remember being in prison for a bit. I heard the guards outside talking about me. They knew I was the survivor from the Maxwell church. They decided that I must have cut a deal with death.
In A.C 192, I sneaked onto a sweeper ship. I got on board and stayed there. I was only caught when I tried to get into the ship's food store. There were two guards who caught me. Then this guy turned up. He wanted to know what was going on. The guards told him that I was a stowaway, and I was raiding the food stores. I told him I was hungry. He made the guards let me go. He said he was impressed that I'd been able to sneak aboard, he'd designed the security system himself. He wanted to know how I did it. I told him it was a trade secret, but to help your pride it was pretty tough. He said I was an interesting kid. I told him straight;
'I'm no kid! My name's Duo. Duo Maxwell, who may run and hide, but never tells a lie.'
He thought that was interesting too. He said I was a demon. I remembered a conversation I'd had at home, with Father and Sister about God.
I said there was no God. If there really was a God, he'd make it so there wasn't any wars. And if there were no wars, there wouldn't be any orphans like me either.
Father Maxwell said wars are started by people, so they must be ended by people.
I said then the only God in the world is the God of Death.
Sister Helen was shocked. I guess she musta thought I was crazy or somethin'.
I explained, 'I've never seen any miracles, but I've sure seen lots of dead people.'
This conversation was going around in my head. So I told the guy that he was wrong;
'Nope, not just a demon. I'm the God of Death!'
He liked that. He was Professor G. He was going to drop a colony on Earth. It was called Project Meteor. I said that was a dumb idea, so he told me to pilot Deathscythe instead."
After finishing his story, he sat waiting for Wufei's comment.
"Maxwell-" he stopped and thought for a moment. "Duo -"
"There's no point usin' my first name either, cause I made it up. My only friend, Solo, was sick, with a virus in the colony, but they wouldn't give us the medicine. So I went and stole some for him. When I got back, it was already too late. He died, and left me all alone. That's why I called myself Duo. It's two, right? That way I could never be alone."
Wufei frowned at him, unconvinced at his sudden negative attitude.
"Maxwell is your name. You said they were like your parents. That means you were, and still are their son. As their son, you carry their name, with honor. It was not stolen. It was given to you, from them. And I do not believe it was your fault. Treize was probably behind the attack, just as he attacked our colony. My home."
Hilde opened her eyes slowly, and sat up. She was alone.
~ Guess they didn't wanna wake me. ~
She noticed her can was still on the table next to her. Picking it up she took a sip, and pulled a face. It was flat, and a little warm too. The worst way to drink a soda.
~ How long was I asleep? ~
She stood up and her stomach growled quietly.
~ Hmm, must be lunchtime. ~
She went to the door, thinking that if it was locked again, her and Trowa would be having words. Fortunately, (for Trowa) it was open. She went out, closing it behind her, and, with can still in hand, headed for the Mess Hall.
Heero froze, listening to the footsteps in the corridor on the other side of his door. He tensed, it wasn't one of the other four.
~ Then who- ~
He relaxed, a faint smile crossing his features.
~ Of course, Hilde's here too. ~
He walked across to his computer and sat heavily on the chair. He entered the password which then canceled the dancing Gundam screensaver. They had all received them, ready programmed, from their corresponding engineers as Christmas presents. He then proceeded to load up the Gundam information file again. As soon as it came up he entered the Sandrock file, therefore avoiding any temptation to check back. This was were he should have started, since he thought that it was in fact the Gundam Sandrock's scientist, Instructor H, who still possessed the original Wing Zero blueprints. He settled into his seat, and started skim reading through the first page.
Quatre was humming contentedly to himself, as he got their meal ready. He enjoyed cooking, especially if It meant they would all eat together. Surprisingly, it wasn't often that they did, as both Heero and Wufei seemed to prefer their own company, and regularly ate alone. However, Quatre had decided that today was not one of those days, particularly as they had a guest. They would be having a big roast dinner, and everyone had to stay at the table, or forfeit dessert. He wasn't sure that would be enough incentive, but he was optimistic as usual, and liked to see them all in one place, united, almost like a family, which they may never have had.
His memory went back to remember his own father's last voyage, and he found his eyes were itching ever so slightly.
~ Must be the onions. ~
About the dream - I did warn you. I decided that everyone else had been having quite a lot of play at the moment, and Heero's part needed filling up. That's my excuse, ok?
Sausages or burgers...
I would just like to warn you that while writing this (Heero's kinda weird dream) I was very, very, bored, and my over active imagination was, uh...over acting. Heero's dream has nothing to do with this story at all, excepting that it is in it, but I might do some thing later, after I finish this, if I ever do...anyway, I just thought I'd warn you. ^_^
Heero was still asleep, but in a fitful dream;
He could see nothing but flames. Fire was burning all around. He was hot. Too hot. He looked down. He was burning. He didn't try to put out the fire. Something told him it wouldn't leave. The fire represented something, as it danced around his body. The burden he alone was carrying. He turned around. The other four were there. He watched as they all burned too, alight in the flames.
Trowa stood, as still and calm as ever, while the fire raged around him. He stood, and watched it. As he gazed into the intensity of the blaze, it all grouped together as one body. The body of a lion. The lion was made of fire, its fur was a mass of shimmering golden sparks, and it's mane was a tangled mass of bright red flame. It crouched and tensed, ready to pounce. Heero yelled at Trowa to run, but no sound was made. Trowa stood still, and then crouched, holding out his hand to the flaming beast. The lion roared, a sound like an exploding MS, and pounced. Trowa, sat with his hand out as it landed, and they both vanished into to the searing heat.
Quatre was to his right, standing encircled in his own pyre of secrecy. The flames there were a little smaller, but brighter. He wrapped his arms around himself, pulling them together, tighter and tighter, trying desperately to avoid the fiery inferno, he moved away every time it came closer, jumping back from each tendril at a time.
Then he stopped, accepting his fate. Fireballs shot upwards whilst the ring around him collapsed. He stood, illuminated yellow by the glowing heat. He looked at the floor, as if hiding from his gaze. Heero watched as the fireballs returned, exploding on impact. The resulting flare glowed gold, then Quatre too was gone.
Wufei was standing arms folded, ignoring it. As if by paying it no attention it would leave. His eyes were shut, and his usually white coat was yellow, red and orange with the sparks which danced across it. He opened his eyes and stared fearlessly at the fire. Then unfolded his arms and sat on the lava of the floor. The flames ran in circles around him, and became more solid, until they gained a form. The traditional Chinese dragon, running in rings around his folded legs. The dragon slowed and stopped, then pulled itself up to its full height. It inhaled. Heero knew what would happen next. He tried to run over to Wufei, to warn him of his peril, but he hit the flame barrier around himself, and just caught aflame even more. The Dragon exhaled, and a burst of almost white flame erupted from its mouth. Heero was powerless to help as Wufei disappeared into the flames. The dragon dived in and all imploded as it dissolved into the fire.
Heero turned again. To the last of their group. Duo. He was standing, yelling, screaming angrily at the red sky, but no sound came out - silent rage. The fire flew in circles around him, playing with his braid. His expression changed. A smile. He laughed silently, yet still staring defiantly at the clouds of smoke and ash which flew across the sky. His hands raised as if in crucifixion, and the flames hid him completely. Some of them formed a pillar in his right hand. Some others spun him around, as if to play with him. Round and around he went, faster and faster, till suddenly he stopped. They had dressed him in a priests uniform, covered it with a cowl, and given him a scythe. He cried out to the sky again. His black robes burned through at the back, and flames burst forth from within him. The fire had given him wings. Then all remaining flames around him flew to his head, into his face. It became his eyes, as all else became black. Then he left as well, hidden by the burning hell.
Heero looked all around him. There was no one. Nothing. Nothing but fiery purgatory wherever he looked. Wait, there was something there. Someone...
He squinted, unsuccessfully shielding his eyes from the glow of the land around him. A shadow walked through the fire towards him. Apart from himself and this being, they were alone. ~ Who is he? What does he want? ~ he thought to himself.
"I want your soul." The being replied.
Quatre looked up at Trowa. "Do you think we should move her?"
Trowa shook his head. "She's as safe here as anywhere."
"I suppose." He looked down at Charlie. He was asleep too.
"Do you think we should go and get them out?"
"They'll come out when they're bored. Anyway, it's about time they had another good talk. Wufei's always so quiet. And avoiding."
"hmm...Well, if you think so."
Quatre looked at his friend. He was absently playing with the lion's mane. His tail kept flicking across the floor, changing the lay of the carpet. He realized that Trowa wasn't really into this conversation, because he understood why Wufei was so 'avoiding'. He did it sometimes too. To hide. But from what? He tried to think about something else.
"What did the Intruder look like? When it was with Heero?"
"When we saw Heero on the screen, it had already gone. It ran when Duo and Wufei got there. I didn't see it, and when it exploded, it was behind the Gundanium shipment. You'll have to ask one of the others."
"Oh, ok." ~ Nice one Quatre, that worked really well. ~ he chided himself. "What about the first time?" he tried, just to keep the conversation alive.
"Just a regular soldier guy. No uniform, as such, just dark colors and a low cap. 'cept he lost that in the fight. Wufei must have kicked him in the head, hard."
"After that, when was the next time we saw it?"
"There was the tape, from before, when it looked like Duo, and then on Sandrock, when it was both Duo and I." Trowa was still looking at the lion on the floor.
Quatre frowned, thinking about the sabotage on Sandrock.
"I think he's going to be hungry. Do you want to come feed him?"
"...uh, ok." ~ Depends on what he's eating. Shush. ~
"When I got back, the church had been destroyed. I jumped out of the truck and into the crumbled ruins of my home. My life. I was so desperate for it to be empty, but it wasn't."
He flinched slightly at the memory of the smoldering wreck.
"I stood in the remains of the stone arch doorway. I heard my name. It was Sister Helen. I ran to her. She was lying on the floor, I think I knew she wouldn't make it, but I said I'd get a doctor. She carried on talking to me.
She said that she was glad to see I was safe. That Father was worried about me, even to the end. She told me that the Alliance had come and attacked, but they wouldn't leave the church.
I asked her if it was my fault, because I'd stolen the suit from them.
She didn't answer me. She said that Father was noble, that he'd kept preaching peace.
I told her he wasn't noble. He was dumb. What was the point if he was dead.
She said ' Duo, may you have God's blessing.' He hand fell from my cheek.
She'd died, right there in front of me. She never said it wasn't my fault. I didn't cry. The tears fell from my eyes and I screamed.
245 people died that day. The colony's rebellion was crushed. Destroyed, just like the church. They said on the news that they had been 'suppressed' by the Alliance, and OZ. People called it 'The Maxwell Church Tragedy'. That's where I took my name from. Just like so many things, I stole it."
Wufei looked straight at his friend. The tears had dried, and there were no more. His past was free, his secret out, his load was lessened, shared between the two of them.
"I don't think it was your fault. The Alliance and OZ were bent on destruction, I know."
Duo looked at the quiet warrior. He saw his dark eyes reflecting the sorrow he felt.
"What?!?" Heero didn't understand what he meant.
This figure before him wanted his soul? How? Was this what the others had done? Did they themselves symbolize their own souls, and the fire had taken it. He didn't understand. The figure stepped forwards. Heero stepped back. It was Odin. He couldn't face this again, not here, not now. He turned and ran. Through the wall of flames, and over the volcanic ground. He ran, but when he looked back, Odin was catching up. He turned around to see where he was going, and tried to stop. He was about to run off the cliff. Odin grabbed his arm, saving him from the fall.
"It doesn't have to be this way."
"You're right." Heero replied, and jumped. He awoke with a start in his bed. The sheets were tangled around his legs, and the bandage on his arm had been wound tighter. He sat up and yanked the sheets away from him. He got up and went to the sink. Putting his head under the cold water there cleared his mind. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was wide awake now. He shook the water from his hair, and got himself a drink.
~ This is getting crazy. ~
Quatre, Trowa and Charlie were in the mess hall. They'd left Hilde asleep in the armchair in Duo's room. Quatre was fixing dinner, while Trowa dug around in the cupboards, trying to find Charlie a suitable meal. He wasn't having much luck. He sat on the counter.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't find anything."
"Oh. Hmm..." He left the pan on the stove, and went over to the freezer. After throwing some stuff around a bit, he shut it and held up a carrier bag.
"Sausages or beef burgers?" he asked.
"They're frozen."
"Yes, but after a couple minutes in the microwave of high, they'll be defrosted."
"Burgers."
"Cooked?"
"No, I think raw is better for him."
"No problem."
Five minutes later, and Charlie was licking out the dish. He'd enjoyed that. Anymore?
"Was it good? Did you like that?" Quatre was amazed how quickly they'd gone.
The lion licked his lips, and rumbled his appreciation. Trowa smiled, that was one problem sorted - Charlie's diet. Quatre got on with the dinner while Trowa decided to take the lion for an after dinner walk.
"I can't really remember what I did after that, I remember being in prison for a bit. I heard the guards outside talking about me. They knew I was the survivor from the Maxwell church. They decided that I must have cut a deal with death.
In A.C 192, I sneaked onto a sweeper ship. I got on board and stayed there. I was only caught when I tried to get into the ship's food store. There were two guards who caught me. Then this guy turned up. He wanted to know what was going on. The guards told him that I was a stowaway, and I was raiding the food stores. I told him I was hungry. He made the guards let me go. He said he was impressed that I'd been able to sneak aboard, he'd designed the security system himself. He wanted to know how I did it. I told him it was a trade secret, but to help your pride it was pretty tough. He said I was an interesting kid. I told him straight;
'I'm no kid! My name's Duo. Duo Maxwell, who may run and hide, but never tells a lie.'
He thought that was interesting too. He said I was a demon. I remembered a conversation I'd had at home, with Father and Sister about God.
I said there was no God. If there really was a God, he'd make it so there wasn't any wars. And if there were no wars, there wouldn't be any orphans like me either.
Father Maxwell said wars are started by people, so they must be ended by people.
I said then the only God in the world is the God of Death.
Sister Helen was shocked. I guess she musta thought I was crazy or somethin'.
I explained, 'I've never seen any miracles, but I've sure seen lots of dead people.'
This conversation was going around in my head. So I told the guy that he was wrong;
'Nope, not just a demon. I'm the God of Death!'
He liked that. He was Professor G. He was going to drop a colony on Earth. It was called Project Meteor. I said that was a dumb idea, so he told me to pilot Deathscythe instead."
After finishing his story, he sat waiting for Wufei's comment.
"Maxwell-" he stopped and thought for a moment. "Duo -"
"There's no point usin' my first name either, cause I made it up. My only friend, Solo, was sick, with a virus in the colony, but they wouldn't give us the medicine. So I went and stole some for him. When I got back, it was already too late. He died, and left me all alone. That's why I called myself Duo. It's two, right? That way I could never be alone."
Wufei frowned at him, unconvinced at his sudden negative attitude.
"Maxwell is your name. You said they were like your parents. That means you were, and still are their son. As their son, you carry their name, with honor. It was not stolen. It was given to you, from them. And I do not believe it was your fault. Treize was probably behind the attack, just as he attacked our colony. My home."
Hilde opened her eyes slowly, and sat up. She was alone.
~ Guess they didn't wanna wake me. ~
She noticed her can was still on the table next to her. Picking it up she took a sip, and pulled a face. It was flat, and a little warm too. The worst way to drink a soda.
~ How long was I asleep? ~
She stood up and her stomach growled quietly.
~ Hmm, must be lunchtime. ~
She went to the door, thinking that if it was locked again, her and Trowa would be having words. Fortunately, (for Trowa) it was open. She went out, closing it behind her, and, with can still in hand, headed for the Mess Hall.
Heero froze, listening to the footsteps in the corridor on the other side of his door. He tensed, it wasn't one of the other four.
~ Then who- ~
He relaxed, a faint smile crossing his features.
~ Of course, Hilde's here too. ~
He walked across to his computer and sat heavily on the chair. He entered the password which then canceled the dancing Gundam screensaver. They had all received them, ready programmed, from their corresponding engineers as Christmas presents. He then proceeded to load up the Gundam information file again. As soon as it came up he entered the Sandrock file, therefore avoiding any temptation to check back. This was were he should have started, since he thought that it was in fact the Gundam Sandrock's scientist, Instructor H, who still possessed the original Wing Zero blueprints. He settled into his seat, and started skim reading through the first page.
Quatre was humming contentedly to himself, as he got their meal ready. He enjoyed cooking, especially if It meant they would all eat together. Surprisingly, it wasn't often that they did, as both Heero and Wufei seemed to prefer their own company, and regularly ate alone. However, Quatre had decided that today was not one of those days, particularly as they had a guest. They would be having a big roast dinner, and everyone had to stay at the table, or forfeit dessert. He wasn't sure that would be enough incentive, but he was optimistic as usual, and liked to see them all in one place, united, almost like a family, which they may never have had.
His memory went back to remember his own father's last voyage, and he found his eyes were itching ever so slightly.
~ Must be the onions. ~
About the dream - I did warn you. I decided that everyone else had been having quite a lot of play at the moment, and Heero's part needed filling up. That's my excuse, ok?