(I was feeling particularly evil and my friend said I needed to make another one of these so...)

The Nice Contest

Quatre noticed a strange looking man standing among the survivors. He was working to clear rubble with the men after the attack on the city by some rebellion. He wiped his hands on a handkerchief and approached the man. "Excuse me..."

"Why hello there, are you lost?" He smiled pleasantly.

"Actually..." Quatre was a little surprised by his asking such a thing. The man didn't wait for an answer. He continued to talk.

"I, Gourry Gabrieve, will help you find your way little one."

"But..."

"No need to thank me. It is the job of heroic knights to protect those in need."

"I couldn't agree more, but..."

"I won't rest until I've delivered you safely to your home. Where are we going little girl?"

"I'm not a girl..."

"Don't worry. Do you know the way?"

"I know how to get home, I'm sixt..."

"You are younger then I thought! And in such a dangerous place." Let's face it, when our blondie gets something in his head, it's the law. Quatre finally gave up and allowed the odd man to walk him home.

"Well, here we are. Thank you...Would you care for some tea and biscuits?" He asked hospitably.

"Why thank you. You are such a nice little girl."

"..." Quatre smiles only slightly pained.

THE END

(You know it's the truth. I love them both, but Quatre would just take it and Gourry is so...BLOND!)