Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor most of the characters in this story. The only one that I can say is fully mine is the female characters Sarah, Colleen, and Rebecca (named after my friends Caleeia and Becki).
Author's note: I recently read a story called Unexpected Places by Ivy, and the plot caught my attention (even though the um... Friendship between duo-san and Heero-san, my two fav characters, wouldn't really seem suitable to the ppls that usually read my fics, including Becki. The other get-togethers would kind of tick of my other friends, too). Please, PLEASE Ivy, don't send flames, hun. I liked the idea and wrote an adaptation which is very different, yet has the same idea and point of view changes as yours did. Please don't be angry, I'm a big fan of your writing! Keep up the great work!
A fic
By Sanguine
Episode 50: Aftermath of Two Years
:::Heero:::
My eyes opened slowly that morning, for, although I knew it was close to noon, I didn't want to get out of bed. I had been hiding out for about three years now, ever since the battle with Marimeia Khusrenata, and I personally enjoyed the peace. Returning home was definitely a pleasure, and I was able to meet a young mechanic named Rebecca Bulther.
"Heero-kun, you sleepy head. Get your butt out of bed! It's almost lunchtime!" Her voice yelled from what I guessed was the kitchen. The smell of shrimp went through the house, causing me to smile slightly.
"So what? Who says I can't sleep all day?"
The kitchen door creaked open, her feet stomping toward my room. She quickly opened the door and tossed the covers from my bed, "Get up you little butt! I'm serious!"
I moaned, turning to my side. She sighed, walking over to the other side of the bed. She pulled the pillow from under my head, "Lunch is almost ready, and don't think for a second I'm gonna let you eat in a pair of green plaid boxer shorts!" She bent down and rubbed her nose to mine, as she did every morning, and walked back toward the kitchen.
:::Duo:::
One year.. It has been one year since I saw Hilde last. I turned to my side, glancing at the nightlight plugged into the wall. That damned light. She gave it to me in hopes of curing my nightmares, which still haunted me; which had haunted me since the days of Operation M. Even now, four years later, I was miserable. The actor's mask still covered my face. But why? Why did I let it? I had not seen many ever since she had left to see the world and make something of herself.
I knew that L2 was holding her back, yet I never thought that she would leave so suddenly. But she did, and I suppose that I just had to face it.
I sat up and looked over at my alarm clock, stretching my arms over my head. I yawned wide, arching my back as I stood and walked from my room to the kitchen. I then headed of toward the porch, gathering the Sunday's newspaper from the wet porch. 'Damn paper boy...' I thought to myself, flipping over the dampened paper. I sighed to myself and headed back toward what would be called the living room. I tossed it to the floor, causing all the ads to disperse. I grumbled to myself, muttering that I'd pick it up later. I then headed to my bedroom, grabbed a change of clothes, and headed toward the bathroom.
:::Quatre:::
"Winner-sama?" A voice interrupted me from my reading. I set the book onto the bed, carefully dog-earing the page, and rose from my Indian-styled seating. I walked toward the doorframe to meet one of the mistress servants.
"Hai, what is it?"
The woman bowed her head in apology, "I'm sorry that I had to interrupt you so, but if you remember correctly, you are needed at a meeting."
I nodded, looking down at my watch, "I didn't think that it was so late! All right, I'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Would you like me to get a car ready for you, Winner-sama?"
I nodded my head, " Yes, please."
She smiled and bowed before leaving the room. I sighed to myself, walking to the window of my bedroom and looking out at the calm sand of the desert. My eyes looked around at the nothingness, then stopped upon a form in the sand. I walked from my room and toward the sink, filling a canteen of water. I ran outside toward the figure. Once there, I knelt in the sand beside it, lightly putting my hand on its side and gently turned to see its face. She looked up at me with closed eyes, her butterscotch colored hair caked with sand. A few grains or sand were stuck to her face. I backed away. "She's my age! But what in the world was she doing out here?" Was the first and only thing that came from my mouth. I left the questioning for later and knelt beside her, lifting her onto my back and ran carefully toward the compound again.
:::Wufei:::
Usually I would not concern myself with a New Years celebration, but this would mark a new time for all of us in the colonies. We had been living here, not necessarily peacefully, for two hundred years. I suppose that that is worth celebrating for (or at least that is what Colleen constantly told me).
"Wufei," Colleen began, draping her arms over my shoulders from behind. She moved her head close to mine, close enough that I could feel her warm, mellow breathing against my ear, "what do you have planned for tonight? It is New Years Eve after all."
I smirked, leaning my head against hers to kiss her cheek, "Don't worry about it. You'll find out soon enough."
She playfully frowned, taking her arms from my shoulders and moving away slightly, "You know I hate surprises!" She put a hand on her hip, pouting like a five-year-old. I know what she expected; she wanted me to tell her what I had planned by trying to punish me like a spoiled child.
It was the trick that never worked, "Yes, I know." I said. She looked at me, a faked shocked look on her face. She hit my arm and headed off to the kitchen, making me smile.
:::Trowa:::
I sat on my bed in the circus trailer and sighed, wondering how the other pilots were doing now. I had heard nothing ever since Wufei and Heero had disappeared, which was expected of course. Heero's disappearance made for an extremely depressed Relena, leading to her brother and Lucrezia Noin's shift of power after the suicide. Although it wasn't funny, we believe that Relena got tired of waiting for Heero to kill her and did the job herself. Marimeia is now ten years old, old enough to aid the two of them, although at the age of seven, she had kidnapped Queen Relena, or rather prime forminister Dorlain and declared war upon the United Sphere. This was all part of Daikin Barton's plans for Operation Meteor of course, but it never stops amazing me that a small girl could get so close to ruining something thought of as peace, even if under the power of Daikin and of the immense power rush or ruling the United Sphere.
Quatre surprised both me and the others by wanting to return to Arabia. Surprising still is that I chose not to accompany him. I thought that it would be better that the five of us were separated for a while in hopes to live a happier life. It worked for me, at least. Duo was the only one that seemed to not take the separation well. After losing Hilde, he needed someone to comfort him. Although a year had passed, he never seemed to find anyone. I was happy, as happy as I could be I suppose.
"Trowa?" Catherine tapped lightly on the door, "Are you ready? You need to be ready to get on in about ten minutes."
"Yes." I said, reaching into my clothes chest to get my mask.
:::Owari:::
Next time on Gundam Wing: Rebecca and Heero have a quiet New Year's Eve... until some unexpected visitors arrive. Quatre's visitor wakes up from her travels in the desert. And Duo... well, Duo gets in trouble, as always. Next on Gundam Wing, Episode 51: Surprise, Surprise.
Okay, what did you guys think? Please give me input, okies?
Author's note: I recently read a story called Unexpected Places by Ivy, and the plot caught my attention (even though the um... Friendship between duo-san and Heero-san, my two fav characters, wouldn't really seem suitable to the ppls that usually read my fics, including Becki. The other get-togethers would kind of tick of my other friends, too). Please, PLEASE Ivy, don't send flames, hun. I liked the idea and wrote an adaptation which is very different, yet has the same idea and point of view changes as yours did. Please don't be angry, I'm a big fan of your writing! Keep up the great work!
A fic
By Sanguine
Episode 50: Aftermath of Two Years
:::Heero:::
My eyes opened slowly that morning, for, although I knew it was close to noon, I didn't want to get out of bed. I had been hiding out for about three years now, ever since the battle with Marimeia Khusrenata, and I personally enjoyed the peace. Returning home was definitely a pleasure, and I was able to meet a young mechanic named Rebecca Bulther.
"Heero-kun, you sleepy head. Get your butt out of bed! It's almost lunchtime!" Her voice yelled from what I guessed was the kitchen. The smell of shrimp went through the house, causing me to smile slightly.
"So what? Who says I can't sleep all day?"
The kitchen door creaked open, her feet stomping toward my room. She quickly opened the door and tossed the covers from my bed, "Get up you little butt! I'm serious!"
I moaned, turning to my side. She sighed, walking over to the other side of the bed. She pulled the pillow from under my head, "Lunch is almost ready, and don't think for a second I'm gonna let you eat in a pair of green plaid boxer shorts!" She bent down and rubbed her nose to mine, as she did every morning, and walked back toward the kitchen.
:::Duo:::
One year.. It has been one year since I saw Hilde last. I turned to my side, glancing at the nightlight plugged into the wall. That damned light. She gave it to me in hopes of curing my nightmares, which still haunted me; which had haunted me since the days of Operation M. Even now, four years later, I was miserable. The actor's mask still covered my face. But why? Why did I let it? I had not seen many ever since she had left to see the world and make something of herself.
I knew that L2 was holding her back, yet I never thought that she would leave so suddenly. But she did, and I suppose that I just had to face it.
I sat up and looked over at my alarm clock, stretching my arms over my head. I yawned wide, arching my back as I stood and walked from my room to the kitchen. I then headed of toward the porch, gathering the Sunday's newspaper from the wet porch. 'Damn paper boy...' I thought to myself, flipping over the dampened paper. I sighed to myself and headed back toward what would be called the living room. I tossed it to the floor, causing all the ads to disperse. I grumbled to myself, muttering that I'd pick it up later. I then headed to my bedroom, grabbed a change of clothes, and headed toward the bathroom.
:::Quatre:::
"Winner-sama?" A voice interrupted me from my reading. I set the book onto the bed, carefully dog-earing the page, and rose from my Indian-styled seating. I walked toward the doorframe to meet one of the mistress servants.
"Hai, what is it?"
The woman bowed her head in apology, "I'm sorry that I had to interrupt you so, but if you remember correctly, you are needed at a meeting."
I nodded, looking down at my watch, "I didn't think that it was so late! All right, I'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Would you like me to get a car ready for you, Winner-sama?"
I nodded my head, " Yes, please."
She smiled and bowed before leaving the room. I sighed to myself, walking to the window of my bedroom and looking out at the calm sand of the desert. My eyes looked around at the nothingness, then stopped upon a form in the sand. I walked from my room and toward the sink, filling a canteen of water. I ran outside toward the figure. Once there, I knelt in the sand beside it, lightly putting my hand on its side and gently turned to see its face. She looked up at me with closed eyes, her butterscotch colored hair caked with sand. A few grains or sand were stuck to her face. I backed away. "She's my age! But what in the world was she doing out here?" Was the first and only thing that came from my mouth. I left the questioning for later and knelt beside her, lifting her onto my back and ran carefully toward the compound again.
:::Wufei:::
Usually I would not concern myself with a New Years celebration, but this would mark a new time for all of us in the colonies. We had been living here, not necessarily peacefully, for two hundred years. I suppose that that is worth celebrating for (or at least that is what Colleen constantly told me).
"Wufei," Colleen began, draping her arms over my shoulders from behind. She moved her head close to mine, close enough that I could feel her warm, mellow breathing against my ear, "what do you have planned for tonight? It is New Years Eve after all."
I smirked, leaning my head against hers to kiss her cheek, "Don't worry about it. You'll find out soon enough."
She playfully frowned, taking her arms from my shoulders and moving away slightly, "You know I hate surprises!" She put a hand on her hip, pouting like a five-year-old. I know what she expected; she wanted me to tell her what I had planned by trying to punish me like a spoiled child.
It was the trick that never worked, "Yes, I know." I said. She looked at me, a faked shocked look on her face. She hit my arm and headed off to the kitchen, making me smile.
:::Trowa:::
I sat on my bed in the circus trailer and sighed, wondering how the other pilots were doing now. I had heard nothing ever since Wufei and Heero had disappeared, which was expected of course. Heero's disappearance made for an extremely depressed Relena, leading to her brother and Lucrezia Noin's shift of power after the suicide. Although it wasn't funny, we believe that Relena got tired of waiting for Heero to kill her and did the job herself. Marimeia is now ten years old, old enough to aid the two of them, although at the age of seven, she had kidnapped Queen Relena, or rather prime forminister Dorlain and declared war upon the United Sphere. This was all part of Daikin Barton's plans for Operation Meteor of course, but it never stops amazing me that a small girl could get so close to ruining something thought of as peace, even if under the power of Daikin and of the immense power rush or ruling the United Sphere.
Quatre surprised both me and the others by wanting to return to Arabia. Surprising still is that I chose not to accompany him. I thought that it would be better that the five of us were separated for a while in hopes to live a happier life. It worked for me, at least. Duo was the only one that seemed to not take the separation well. After losing Hilde, he needed someone to comfort him. Although a year had passed, he never seemed to find anyone. I was happy, as happy as I could be I suppose.
"Trowa?" Catherine tapped lightly on the door, "Are you ready? You need to be ready to get on in about ten minutes."
"Yes." I said, reaching into my clothes chest to get my mask.
:::Owari:::
Next time on Gundam Wing: Rebecca and Heero have a quiet New Year's Eve... until some unexpected visitors arrive. Quatre's visitor wakes up from her travels in the desert. And Duo... well, Duo gets in trouble, as always. Next on Gundam Wing, Episode 51: Surprise, Surprise.
Okay, what did you guys think? Please give me input, okies?