Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for them, I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing. There is no money involved, as this is purely for entertainment purposes.
Warnings: Pure fluff....same as lasy chapter, which I forgot to slap a warning on ^_^'
Enjoy one and all!
Quatre looked at the storm raging outside with complete dismay. The forecast had been for clear skies, but obviously the weatherman had been lying. But he had believed the Devil on the T.V. this morning, and had planned a picnic supper with Trowa, even going so far as to phone in sick to work.
"It's a great idea, Quatre! If you need any help, just ask. And I promise to keep it a secret." Duo had said. But now all plans were bust, and he had lost a day of work. With a sigh, he collapsed on the black leather sofa, wondering if a bath was out of the question now that he had nothing to do.
Unseen in the kitchen, Duo shook his head. He knew exactly why Quatre was in the dumps. But with a little help from some people that owed him a few favours, that frown would turn upside down before the night was through.
"Fine, Maxwell." WuFei agreed. "I'll cook the meal. But where exactly do you want me to disappear to afterwards?"
Duo was secretly ecstatic. Not only had WuFei agreed to cook the meal for his plan, but he had even agreed to disappear afterwards as well. "I don't care. You can go hide in your room, or maybe go work on your Gundam. It doesn't matter to me. Thanks for helping, Wu-man!" He called as he ran off, looking for Heero. WuFei shook his head and smiled, setting down the screwdriver and heading for the kitchen.
"Heero, please? I just need you to keep them distracted for an hour, tops." Duo whined. He had been trying to get Heero to agree to helping with his little plan for at least half an hour now, and he was running out of time. Without his help, the plan was bust, just like Quatre's had been.
"Tell me how and I'll do it." Heero finally agreed, turning back around to save his mission report and shut off the computer.
Duo whooped, realizing that Heero had finally agreed. But his happiness was short lasted as he realized exactly what Heero had asked. He calmed down, trying to think of something that wasn't too out of character for Heero. "Just keep them occupied. Get them to work on their Gundams. Or maybe make up a little mini-mission for them to do for an hour or so. Anything to keep them away from the living room and the kitchen."
"Parameters accepted." Heero intoned with a smirk, and Duo sniggered. Heero wasn't all monotony and mission, as Duo well knew. He just threw himself heart and soul into what he did. It was almost the exact same as Duo, only in a different sort of way. They understood each other.
"Thanks, babe!" Duo grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek, then took off.
Standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the front room, both Duo and WuFei
wore identical tired-but-satisfied looks as they surveyed their handiwork.
In the centre of the front room stood a small card table, covered in the checked cloth Quatre had planned on using for his picnic. Fresh, wet, wildflowers were perched in a small plastic glass they had used in lieu of a vase. Two of their emergency candles, one on each side of the flowers, burned brightly and provided the only lighting in the room besides the infrequent flashes of lightning that came from outside.
Each plate was full of spaghetti, with a warm piece of garlic bread and a small plastic glass of chilled wine on the side. The chairs had been borrowed from the kitchen table, and had little pieces of cloth tied around the feet so they wouldn't scrape on the linoleum, which Quatre had put there shortly after WuFei's cruise. All in all it looked a little awkward and a lot improvised, but quaint and lovely.
"It's missing something." WuFei mused, shoving an errant piece of hair that had come
out of his ponytail out of the way.
"Like?" Duo asked, squeezing a few drips of rain out of his drenched bangs. His hair was still wet from his jaunt to get the flowers.
"Like Quatre and Trowa." WuFei smirked, then turned to Duo, putting a mock-serious expression on his face. "I'm going to work on my Gundam. I expect not to be disturbed."
Duo grinned and hugged the Chinese Pilot. "Thanks again, WuFei. I couldn't have done this without you."
"And he calls me by my name! I am impressed!" WuFei called as he walked away.
"No, don't-" Heero's yell was heard just as Quatre and Trowa walked into the front room. Duo yelped and grabbed the camera from where he had put it on the kitchen counter, and then took a picture of the awed couple.
"Duo, did you-?" Quatre cut himself off.
"Sit down, I want one more picture." Duo prompted as Heero ran in, drenched to the bone and spotted with oil. He leaned against the doorjamb when he found out that it was all right.
"Why?" Trowa asked as he and Quatre sat down.
"'Cause that's what friends are for." Heero responded quietly.
And Duo took the picture.
~* The Little Things Always Count. *~
Warnings: Pure fluff....same as lasy chapter, which I forgot to slap a warning on ^_^'
Enjoy one and all!
Quatre looked at the storm raging outside with complete dismay. The forecast had been for clear skies, but obviously the weatherman had been lying. But he had believed the Devil on the T.V. this morning, and had planned a picnic supper with Trowa, even going so far as to phone in sick to work.
"It's a great idea, Quatre! If you need any help, just ask. And I promise to keep it a secret." Duo had said. But now all plans were bust, and he had lost a day of work. With a sigh, he collapsed on the black leather sofa, wondering if a bath was out of the question now that he had nothing to do.
Unseen in the kitchen, Duo shook his head. He knew exactly why Quatre was in the dumps. But with a little help from some people that owed him a few favours, that frown would turn upside down before the night was through.
"Fine, Maxwell." WuFei agreed. "I'll cook the meal. But where exactly do you want me to disappear to afterwards?"
Duo was secretly ecstatic. Not only had WuFei agreed to cook the meal for his plan, but he had even agreed to disappear afterwards as well. "I don't care. You can go hide in your room, or maybe go work on your Gundam. It doesn't matter to me. Thanks for helping, Wu-man!" He called as he ran off, looking for Heero. WuFei shook his head and smiled, setting down the screwdriver and heading for the kitchen.
"Heero, please? I just need you to keep them distracted for an hour, tops." Duo whined. He had been trying to get Heero to agree to helping with his little plan for at least half an hour now, and he was running out of time. Without his help, the plan was bust, just like Quatre's had been.
"Tell me how and I'll do it." Heero finally agreed, turning back around to save his mission report and shut off the computer.
Duo whooped, realizing that Heero had finally agreed. But his happiness was short lasted as he realized exactly what Heero had asked. He calmed down, trying to think of something that wasn't too out of character for Heero. "Just keep them occupied. Get them to work on their Gundams. Or maybe make up a little mini-mission for them to do for an hour or so. Anything to keep them away from the living room and the kitchen."
"Parameters accepted." Heero intoned with a smirk, and Duo sniggered. Heero wasn't all monotony and mission, as Duo well knew. He just threw himself heart and soul into what he did. It was almost the exact same as Duo, only in a different sort of way. They understood each other.
"Thanks, babe!" Duo grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek, then took off.
Standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the front room, both Duo and WuFei
wore identical tired-but-satisfied looks as they surveyed their handiwork.
In the centre of the front room stood a small card table, covered in the checked cloth Quatre had planned on using for his picnic. Fresh, wet, wildflowers were perched in a small plastic glass they had used in lieu of a vase. Two of their emergency candles, one on each side of the flowers, burned brightly and provided the only lighting in the room besides the infrequent flashes of lightning that came from outside.
Each plate was full of spaghetti, with a warm piece of garlic bread and a small plastic glass of chilled wine on the side. The chairs had been borrowed from the kitchen table, and had little pieces of cloth tied around the feet so they wouldn't scrape on the linoleum, which Quatre had put there shortly after WuFei's cruise. All in all it looked a little awkward and a lot improvised, but quaint and lovely.
"It's missing something." WuFei mused, shoving an errant piece of hair that had come
out of his ponytail out of the way.
"Like?" Duo asked, squeezing a few drips of rain out of his drenched bangs. His hair was still wet from his jaunt to get the flowers.
"Like Quatre and Trowa." WuFei smirked, then turned to Duo, putting a mock-serious expression on his face. "I'm going to work on my Gundam. I expect not to be disturbed."
Duo grinned and hugged the Chinese Pilot. "Thanks again, WuFei. I couldn't have done this without you."
"And he calls me by my name! I am impressed!" WuFei called as he walked away.
"No, don't-" Heero's yell was heard just as Quatre and Trowa walked into the front room. Duo yelped and grabbed the camera from where he had put it on the kitchen counter, and then took a picture of the awed couple.
"Duo, did you-?" Quatre cut himself off.
"Sit down, I want one more picture." Duo prompted as Heero ran in, drenched to the bone and spotted with oil. He leaned against the doorjamb when he found out that it was all right.
"Why?" Trowa asked as he and Quatre sat down.
"'Cause that's what friends are for." Heero responded quietly.
And Duo took the picture.
~* The Little Things Always Count. *~
