Christmas at the Safe House
Disclaimer: Don't own GW...doing this for fun...sort of.
-Begin Story-
Santa landed his sleigh on the roof of the Gundam boiz safe house. This was fairly easy as the safe house was one of Quatre Rebarba Barton-Winner's mansions. It had a flat rooftop and ran for over 300 feet and was 60 feet wide. An open bale of hay lay in front of the reindeer. Santa walked over and looked at a note which was sticking out from the hay. It read "Dear Santa, I thought since you probably have had lots of milk and cookies by now that your reindeer would appreciate a treat. Love, Quatre." Santa smiled and shook his head. He pointed the reindeer in the direction of the hay. He hoped that the food wouldn't go through their systems too quickly. The jolly old elf then grabbed his sack of presents and headed toward the chimney. He paused for just a moment, steeling himself for what, or better, who waited for him just in front of the fireplace. His resolve strengthened, Santa hopped down the chimney.
After Santa had landed and straightened himself out, he looked at the sofa in front of him. A voice said "So Claus, we meet again." Santa looked at the youth sitting on the sofa. At least this year he didn't have his gun drawn, although it was sitting on the table next to the sofa.
"Ah, Heero, greetings. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Heero Yuy, who was wearing a tank top that said "Blow Me..." on the front with "...UP!" with a mushroom cloud on the back as well as Pikachu Underoos, looked at the man in red and said "I can never be too careful when it comes to my friends."
"One of your more admirable traits, Heero." Santa did actually admire Heero for the strides he had made since they had first met. Was it really three years since that unfortunate incident with the Molitov Cocktail? "I'll let you inspect the gifts like always."
Heero looked at the fat man in front of him. Other than the fact that his eyebrows had finally grown all the way back, Santa was as Heero remembered. As the gifts were laid out on the table, the Japanese pilot smiled as he guessed what was for whom.
"Let's see, a bottle of cherry flavored Astro-Glide."
"That's for Quatre."
"Right you are, Heero. Cherry's Trowa's favorite flavor. Next up is the 'My Little Pony Meets Mulan' DVD."
"That's easy: Wufei."
"It's number 78 in his 'My Little Pony' collection we're not supposed to know about. Ah, the collected cast recordings of 'A Little Night Music."
"That's for Trowa."
"Sondheim was a good composer. Here's ten pounds each of Twizzlers and Pixie Stix."
Heero looked slightly aghast. "I suppose that's for Duo."
"Have courage, my boy. And finally one twenty-one and three-quarters ounce lump of coal."
Heero's eyes lighted up. "Thanks, Santa"
Santa was amazed at how happy the young pilot looked at such a simple gift. "I can only imagine who that's really for, so I brought you something more." Santa reached into the bag and handed Heero the item.
"You...you shouldn't have." A tear made its way down Heero's cheek as he grasped the hand held 125,000 volt radar guided and heat seeking Taser with a range of twelve miles. Heero went up to Santa and hugged him fiercely.
Santa patted Heero on the head and smiled. "You've actually been a very good boy this year, Heero. And I like the way my eyebrows grew back in. They were too much like Dorothy's before."
Heero chuckled as he let go of Santa. "Thanks Santa. There's milk and cookies in the kitchen." Heero then put down his Taser and headed up to the bedroom he shared with Duo.
"I bet Duo gets an early Christmas present right now" Santa smirked. He took a bite of the cookie that lay before him and drank the milk, not knowing that it was made by Duo. "Hmmm" he thought to himself "that was tasty."
Santa then headed back to the fireplace and just before he left he thought "Y'know, Mrs. Claus just might get an early Christmas gift, too, when I get home." Santa then went up the chimney.
-End Chapter-
Disclaimer: Don't own GW...doing this for fun...sort of.
-Begin Story-
Santa landed his sleigh on the roof of the Gundam boiz safe house. This was fairly easy as the safe house was one of Quatre Rebarba Barton-Winner's mansions. It had a flat rooftop and ran for over 300 feet and was 60 feet wide. An open bale of hay lay in front of the reindeer. Santa walked over and looked at a note which was sticking out from the hay. It read "Dear Santa, I thought since you probably have had lots of milk and cookies by now that your reindeer would appreciate a treat. Love, Quatre." Santa smiled and shook his head. He pointed the reindeer in the direction of the hay. He hoped that the food wouldn't go through their systems too quickly. The jolly old elf then grabbed his sack of presents and headed toward the chimney. He paused for just a moment, steeling himself for what, or better, who waited for him just in front of the fireplace. His resolve strengthened, Santa hopped down the chimney.
After Santa had landed and straightened himself out, he looked at the sofa in front of him. A voice said "So Claus, we meet again." Santa looked at the youth sitting on the sofa. At least this year he didn't have his gun drawn, although it was sitting on the table next to the sofa.
"Ah, Heero, greetings. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Heero Yuy, who was wearing a tank top that said "Blow Me..." on the front with "...UP!" with a mushroom cloud on the back as well as Pikachu Underoos, looked at the man in red and said "I can never be too careful when it comes to my friends."
"One of your more admirable traits, Heero." Santa did actually admire Heero for the strides he had made since they had first met. Was it really three years since that unfortunate incident with the Molitov Cocktail? "I'll let you inspect the gifts like always."
Heero looked at the fat man in front of him. Other than the fact that his eyebrows had finally grown all the way back, Santa was as Heero remembered. As the gifts were laid out on the table, the Japanese pilot smiled as he guessed what was for whom.
"Let's see, a bottle of cherry flavored Astro-Glide."
"That's for Quatre."
"Right you are, Heero. Cherry's Trowa's favorite flavor. Next up is the 'My Little Pony Meets Mulan' DVD."
"That's easy: Wufei."
"It's number 78 in his 'My Little Pony' collection we're not supposed to know about. Ah, the collected cast recordings of 'A Little Night Music."
"That's for Trowa."
"Sondheim was a good composer. Here's ten pounds each of Twizzlers and Pixie Stix."
Heero looked slightly aghast. "I suppose that's for Duo."
"Have courage, my boy. And finally one twenty-one and three-quarters ounce lump of coal."
Heero's eyes lighted up. "Thanks, Santa"
Santa was amazed at how happy the young pilot looked at such a simple gift. "I can only imagine who that's really for, so I brought you something more." Santa reached into the bag and handed Heero the item.
"You...you shouldn't have." A tear made its way down Heero's cheek as he grasped the hand held 125,000 volt radar guided and heat seeking Taser with a range of twelve miles. Heero went up to Santa and hugged him fiercely.
Santa patted Heero on the head and smiled. "You've actually been a very good boy this year, Heero. And I like the way my eyebrows grew back in. They were too much like Dorothy's before."
Heero chuckled as he let go of Santa. "Thanks Santa. There's milk and cookies in the kitchen." Heero then put down his Taser and headed up to the bedroom he shared with Duo.
"I bet Duo gets an early Christmas present right now" Santa smirked. He took a bite of the cookie that lay before him and drank the milk, not knowing that it was made by Duo. "Hmmm" he thought to himself "that was tasty."
Santa then headed back to the fireplace and just before he left he thought "Y'know, Mrs. Claus just might get an early Christmas gift, too, when I get home." Santa then went up the chimney.
-End Chapter-