The Gundam Guys meet...Lara Croft.
Part Two
Duo looked at their newfound addition to the base's population and smiled, if somewhat nervously. 'Lara Croft' was more than she seemed to be, but so far was keeping herself well hidden. He wondered what to do next, but Quatre already knew.
"Uh, Miss Lara, if you've come all the way from Nevada, Earth, than you must be hungry. Do you want to come to the Mess hall? We were going to have dinner soon anyway, and it would be no problem if you wished to accompany us."
Duo blinked. He'd give him one thing; Quatre certainly knew how to lay it on. He waited for her reply - surely she couldn't turn down an offer like that?
"Lara." She said again. "No formalities, Quatre?" her voice was just on the edge of a question, checking his name.
He nodded.
"Yes, I should like to join you for dinner." She smiled calmly.
Quatre beamed. "Right. I'll go and get started." He made for the door.
"Hey Cat! Ain't ya forgetting something?"
Quatre stopped and looked around. He shook his head.
"It's only us that know she's here. What do you think the others'll say?"
The blonde's face fell, thinking of Heero and Wufei. He knew what they'd say.
~ But Trowa wouldn't mind. ~
He brightened, and smiled to Lara again.
"Of course! How silly. Let me get Trowa from his room."
Then he disappeared through the doorway.
Lara watched him go. That left her with only one captor and the door open.
She looked at the other one. ~ 'Duo'? ~ He stood with his head down, tutting in mock shame. Then he looked up, meeting her gaze.
"Don't mind him, he's just a little scatty sometimes."
~ Go on, you can take him, he's a kid! Then, run for cover and escape. Escape to where exactly? I'm floating around in space on some kind of satellite. I couldn't get anywhere. ~
The voice in her head tried to tell her to go, but she denied it. Quatre would be back soon, with another one, 'Trowa'. ~ What strange names ~ She smiled thinking about it.
"What do you mean, 'someone you'd like me to meet'? There's no one here but us. Or have you been playing on those chat-rooms again?" Trowa looked up at his friend.
A faint spark of amusement glistened in the green under his hair.
"I have not!" Quatre said defiantly. "There's some- Oh, just come to Duo's room will you."
"Duo's room? Well, that explains it." Trowa laughed quietly.
Quatre sighed. "Are you coming or not?"
The other pilot stood, and walked with him to the door.
"Oh, all right - but on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You go through the door first. I've already had one shower today."
The Arabian sighed, and shook his head. "Fine. I'll go first. Happy?"
His companion smiled obviously. "Of course."
They walked back across the hallway.
Duo looked up as he heard the footsteps in the corridor. Quatre came in the door.
"Where's Trow-ah." He stopped as the pilot in question walked in behind Quatre.
"What's wrong? Don't you trust me?" Duo smirked, all innocence lost.
Trowa didn't reply. "So where's this person you wanted me to meet?"
Quatre pushed the door back, flat against the wall, so he could see the rest of the room.
Doing so revealed a woman's back. She was still looking out of the port-hole.
Duo grinned mischievously. Quatre walked in and sat down, as Trowa stood in the door.
"Lara, this is Trowa Barton. Trowa, this is Lara Croft."
Lara turned around from the outside view to see this 'Trowa'.
The newcomer stood by the door, looking directly at her. He wore tight jeans and a dark roll-neck sweater. His hair was light brown and his eyes were olive green.
Looking at those eyes made her spine tingle. It was as if he could see right through her.
"Nice to meet you." She said blankly.
He nodded in reply. "Hmm."
"Aw, come on Trowa! You can do better than that. This is our guest." Duo grinned slyly.
"She is coming to dinner tonight, so we thought we should introduce you before hand."
Trowa got it now. Majority rules - if the other two, Duo and Quatre, could get him sided with them, Heero and Wufei wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He didn't really mind, it usually worked out better when Quatre was in favor anyway.
"So did you see Heero and Wufei?" He asked, innocently.
He watched Duo's reaction carefully.
"Uh - no. Not yet. But we're sure Heero - actually...Well anyway. She's here whether they like it or not, and they can't make her leave cause we haven't got a ship."
"Who said anything about a ship..." It was an honest question, but the way he trailed off was suggestive.
Lara's patience was wearing thin, but she was good at these situations.
~ Sometimes. ~
Anyway, she was sure that there was no way she was going down without a fight.
She had turned away from the conversation - but just because it was about her and not to her, didn't mean she couldn't listen in. And it wasn't like they were whispering.
"Well I won't let them hurt her! And she's quite capable of taking care of herself."
Trowa left it at that. He wasn't about to get into an argument now, he couldn't be bothered and he didn't need to. He decided it would be much more interesting to let Duo deal with the other two his own way. He left.
Duo swore to himself that since he'd been the one who'd found her, she was his responsibility. But he still wasn't sure what to do about it.
"Hey, Lara?"
She turned around to face him.
"Do you wanna take these back?"
Quatre watched as he pulled the two pistols from his pockets and held them, butt first, back to their owner. She walked over and took them from his outstretched hand.
"Thank you, I will."
Any thoughts she'd had of escaping faded away as she replaced them in her belt. She needed to work out how she'd got here before she could go home.
Quatre eyed his friend with a look that said 'are you sure you know what you're doing?'
Duo smiled and shrugged. "Hey, why not?"
Then he turned to their guest, who was back to staring out of the 'window'.
"Are you gonna sit down? You're makin' me nervous over there."
She moved away from the wall and sat on the chair opposite.
Quatre looked her over again, and decided that Duo probably had done the right thing. Giving her guns back had shown her that they weren't her enemies, and she seemed to be more settled. He had an idea.
"Can I get you anything? A drink? A snack?"
"No thank you. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite."
"Oh, dinner, that's right! Any requests? You're not vegetarian or anything are you?"
"Quatre, stop fussing."
"But..."
"No, I'm not."
"So a good roast would be alright?" He asked. Duo sighed.
"Would it? Definitely. You don't get much good food wandering the Nevada Desert."
"Nah, I wouldn't think so either."
"I'll go and set it up then. It should be ready in ten minutes."
Quatre left, gently closing the door behind him.
Lara sat back in the chair, enjoying the comfort. Having spent most of her time these last couple of days crawling around in air-vents, or being shot at, it was an easy preference.
She took a deep breath, and sighed heavily.
"Comfy?"
Her eyes flicked open. It was only Duo.
"Quite."
She looked over at him, trying to imagine what it was they did here. He noticed.
"Gotta question?"
"Plural."
"Fire away."
Her mind flickered with demands, but one came through.
"What day is it?"
Duo laughed. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Sunday."
"Date?"
"July 15th AC 197."
"What? AC?"
He thought she was kidding, but her confusion was genuine.
"You, you mean you don't know?"
"Know what? What's AC?"
Now it was Duo's turn to be surprised.
"AC. Y'know, after colony? Come on, where've ya been?"
She looked at him.
"...Nevada."
He shook it off. There had to be a reason.
"Sure it weren't Bermuda?" He joked, smiling.
"Not funny."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry."
"..." she didn't say anything.
He tried to find something to break the silence. He checked his watch.
"Ah, ten minutes are up. Guess we'd better go meet the others."
"Who are they?"
"Well, you've got Heero." He opened the door and they stepped into the hall.
"Heero?"
"Yeah, Heero Yuy, the 'perfect soldier'. He's Japanese. Takes everything very seriously, but he is getting better. Still don't talk a lot though."
"And..."
"And then there's Wufei. He don't say much either, 'cept about his honor and justice thing, he's very into all that. He's Chinese. He doesn't like women much. 'Wufei Chang - the Solitary Dragon'. Pah, he's only solitary cause he ain't gotta girl." He smirked.
Lara gave him a funny look.
"Whaat?"
"So, if Heero's the perfect soldier, and Wu-, what was it again? Wufei is the Dragon, then what does that make you, Duo?"
He stopped and put his hand on the Mess room door handle. He looked straight into her brown eyes and his blue ones flashed as he gave her an evil smile.
'I'm the God of Death.'
Before she had a chance to reply, he opened the door and went in.
Since you all seemed to like the first one so much, and completely flooded my e-mail address (which is cool - keep going ^_~) here's the next installment!
~ Sam ^_^
Part Two
Duo looked at their newfound addition to the base's population and smiled, if somewhat nervously. 'Lara Croft' was more than she seemed to be, but so far was keeping herself well hidden. He wondered what to do next, but Quatre already knew.
"Uh, Miss Lara, if you've come all the way from Nevada, Earth, than you must be hungry. Do you want to come to the Mess hall? We were going to have dinner soon anyway, and it would be no problem if you wished to accompany us."
Duo blinked. He'd give him one thing; Quatre certainly knew how to lay it on. He waited for her reply - surely she couldn't turn down an offer like that?
"Lara." She said again. "No formalities, Quatre?" her voice was just on the edge of a question, checking his name.
He nodded.
"Yes, I should like to join you for dinner." She smiled calmly.
Quatre beamed. "Right. I'll go and get started." He made for the door.
"Hey Cat! Ain't ya forgetting something?"
Quatre stopped and looked around. He shook his head.
"It's only us that know she's here. What do you think the others'll say?"
The blonde's face fell, thinking of Heero and Wufei. He knew what they'd say.
~ But Trowa wouldn't mind. ~
He brightened, and smiled to Lara again.
"Of course! How silly. Let me get Trowa from his room."
Then he disappeared through the doorway.
Lara watched him go. That left her with only one captor and the door open.
She looked at the other one. ~ 'Duo'? ~ He stood with his head down, tutting in mock shame. Then he looked up, meeting her gaze.
"Don't mind him, he's just a little scatty sometimes."
~ Go on, you can take him, he's a kid! Then, run for cover and escape. Escape to where exactly? I'm floating around in space on some kind of satellite. I couldn't get anywhere. ~
The voice in her head tried to tell her to go, but she denied it. Quatre would be back soon, with another one, 'Trowa'. ~ What strange names ~ She smiled thinking about it.
"What do you mean, 'someone you'd like me to meet'? There's no one here but us. Or have you been playing on those chat-rooms again?" Trowa looked up at his friend.
A faint spark of amusement glistened in the green under his hair.
"I have not!" Quatre said defiantly. "There's some- Oh, just come to Duo's room will you."
"Duo's room? Well, that explains it." Trowa laughed quietly.
Quatre sighed. "Are you coming or not?"
The other pilot stood, and walked with him to the door.
"Oh, all right - but on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You go through the door first. I've already had one shower today."
The Arabian sighed, and shook his head. "Fine. I'll go first. Happy?"
His companion smiled obviously. "Of course."
They walked back across the hallway.
Duo looked up as he heard the footsteps in the corridor. Quatre came in the door.
"Where's Trow-ah." He stopped as the pilot in question walked in behind Quatre.
"What's wrong? Don't you trust me?" Duo smirked, all innocence lost.
Trowa didn't reply. "So where's this person you wanted me to meet?"
Quatre pushed the door back, flat against the wall, so he could see the rest of the room.
Doing so revealed a woman's back. She was still looking out of the port-hole.
Duo grinned mischievously. Quatre walked in and sat down, as Trowa stood in the door.
"Lara, this is Trowa Barton. Trowa, this is Lara Croft."
Lara turned around from the outside view to see this 'Trowa'.
The newcomer stood by the door, looking directly at her. He wore tight jeans and a dark roll-neck sweater. His hair was light brown and his eyes were olive green.
Looking at those eyes made her spine tingle. It was as if he could see right through her.
"Nice to meet you." She said blankly.
He nodded in reply. "Hmm."
"Aw, come on Trowa! You can do better than that. This is our guest." Duo grinned slyly.
"She is coming to dinner tonight, so we thought we should introduce you before hand."
Trowa got it now. Majority rules - if the other two, Duo and Quatre, could get him sided with them, Heero and Wufei wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He didn't really mind, it usually worked out better when Quatre was in favor anyway.
"So did you see Heero and Wufei?" He asked, innocently.
He watched Duo's reaction carefully.
"Uh - no. Not yet. But we're sure Heero - actually...Well anyway. She's here whether they like it or not, and they can't make her leave cause we haven't got a ship."
"Who said anything about a ship..." It was an honest question, but the way he trailed off was suggestive.
Lara's patience was wearing thin, but she was good at these situations.
~ Sometimes. ~
Anyway, she was sure that there was no way she was going down without a fight.
She had turned away from the conversation - but just because it was about her and not to her, didn't mean she couldn't listen in. And it wasn't like they were whispering.
"Well I won't let them hurt her! And she's quite capable of taking care of herself."
Trowa left it at that. He wasn't about to get into an argument now, he couldn't be bothered and he didn't need to. He decided it would be much more interesting to let Duo deal with the other two his own way. He left.
Duo swore to himself that since he'd been the one who'd found her, she was his responsibility. But he still wasn't sure what to do about it.
"Hey, Lara?"
She turned around to face him.
"Do you wanna take these back?"
Quatre watched as he pulled the two pistols from his pockets and held them, butt first, back to their owner. She walked over and took them from his outstretched hand.
"Thank you, I will."
Any thoughts she'd had of escaping faded away as she replaced them in her belt. She needed to work out how she'd got here before she could go home.
Quatre eyed his friend with a look that said 'are you sure you know what you're doing?'
Duo smiled and shrugged. "Hey, why not?"
Then he turned to their guest, who was back to staring out of the 'window'.
"Are you gonna sit down? You're makin' me nervous over there."
She moved away from the wall and sat on the chair opposite.
Quatre looked her over again, and decided that Duo probably had done the right thing. Giving her guns back had shown her that they weren't her enemies, and she seemed to be more settled. He had an idea.
"Can I get you anything? A drink? A snack?"
"No thank you. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite."
"Oh, dinner, that's right! Any requests? You're not vegetarian or anything are you?"
"Quatre, stop fussing."
"But..."
"No, I'm not."
"So a good roast would be alright?" He asked. Duo sighed.
"Would it? Definitely. You don't get much good food wandering the Nevada Desert."
"Nah, I wouldn't think so either."
"I'll go and set it up then. It should be ready in ten minutes."
Quatre left, gently closing the door behind him.
Lara sat back in the chair, enjoying the comfort. Having spent most of her time these last couple of days crawling around in air-vents, or being shot at, it was an easy preference.
She took a deep breath, and sighed heavily.
"Comfy?"
Her eyes flicked open. It was only Duo.
"Quite."
She looked over at him, trying to imagine what it was they did here. He noticed.
"Gotta question?"
"Plural."
"Fire away."
Her mind flickered with demands, but one came through.
"What day is it?"
Duo laughed. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Sunday."
"Date?"
"July 15th AC 197."
"What? AC?"
He thought she was kidding, but her confusion was genuine.
"You, you mean you don't know?"
"Know what? What's AC?"
Now it was Duo's turn to be surprised.
"AC. Y'know, after colony? Come on, where've ya been?"
She looked at him.
"...Nevada."
He shook it off. There had to be a reason.
"Sure it weren't Bermuda?" He joked, smiling.
"Not funny."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry."
"..." she didn't say anything.
He tried to find something to break the silence. He checked his watch.
"Ah, ten minutes are up. Guess we'd better go meet the others."
"Who are they?"
"Well, you've got Heero." He opened the door and they stepped into the hall.
"Heero?"
"Yeah, Heero Yuy, the 'perfect soldier'. He's Japanese. Takes everything very seriously, but he is getting better. Still don't talk a lot though."
"And..."
"And then there's Wufei. He don't say much either, 'cept about his honor and justice thing, he's very into all that. He's Chinese. He doesn't like women much. 'Wufei Chang - the Solitary Dragon'. Pah, he's only solitary cause he ain't gotta girl." He smirked.
Lara gave him a funny look.
"Whaat?"
"So, if Heero's the perfect soldier, and Wu-, what was it again? Wufei is the Dragon, then what does that make you, Duo?"
He stopped and put his hand on the Mess room door handle. He looked straight into her brown eyes and his blue ones flashed as he gave her an evil smile.
'I'm the God of Death.'
Before she had a chance to reply, he opened the door and went in.
Since you all seemed to like the first one so much, and completely flooded my e-mail address (which is cool - keep going ^_~) here's the next installment!
~ Sam ^_^