WYLS
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 6: Just Your Standard Chase Scene
"Dammit!" Wufei cursed, rubbing the side of his head. He glared at Noin, who, having other things to glare at, didn't notice. Giving up, he sighed and tried to let his mind wonder some more...it was good at that lately, and it helped keep him from concentrating on ...other things. However, his present situation kept snapping him back to the here and now. He had often admired Noin for her work ethic, her desire to "keep it real" when rehearsing, but this was the first time *he'd* been involved in the process.
So, here he was, practicing for a scene he new nothing about. Noin was driving a military Jeep down a small dirt road, going..well, gods only knew how fast they were travelling. On top of that, she was doing her best to drive as if she was drunk and on speed at the same time. Well, something like that. He didn't know what the combo of drugs would do...
Wufei's chain of thought was interrupted as, once again, he was thrown against the roll bar. And just why did he have to be lounging in the back seat?!
"I do not understand why I can't drive!" He snarled, rubbing a new bump on his head.
Noin cast a quick glance at him through the rear view window. "You're supposed to be injured, remember?"
Ah. "Well, I still think I could do a better job!"
"You're unconscious."
Shit. "And you feel the need of waking me by driving like a maniac?"
Noin slammed on the brakes. "Wufei, have you even read this scene?"
Wufei blushed slightly. "Of course I have, woman!" Think quickly, think quickly..ah! "But all these knocks to the head seem to be giving me amnesia!" Good one. Yeah, right.
Noin scowled. "Let me refresh your failing memory, then, Justice Boy." Great. She was pissed. Just what he needed --a raving female telling him off. Good for the headache, who needs asprin? "You were captured by Oz, and I saved your worthless ass. However, while escaping, an explosion threw you from the building, and knocked your head hard enough - somehow - to send you to lala land. Then, I had to drag your carcass to this jeep and hotwire it. That leads us to the chase scene, which your bellyaching has interrupted. *Chase* scene, Wufei. Like being chased by the enemy and dodging explosions, get it?!"
Wufei blinked. Noin muttered and growled, then threw the jeep in first and took off again. As she built up speed, she decided one more taunt wouldn't hurt, "Besides... *you* can't drive a stick!"
This got Wufei. Well, kind of. His mind had taken a quick trip to "lala" land when the word "enemy" had conjured mental pictures of roses and swords. So, his mouth, deciding that the brain was out to lunch, and that a retort of some kind was necessary, gladly provided one. "I can so drive a stick!"
Noin stopped the jeep again. She slowly turned and stared at her passenger. Wufei, suddenly coming back to himself, blinked innocently at her, trying to figure out what was going on this time. "Wufei...was it just my imagination or did the director have to find you an automatic for that scene last week?"
Well, no way out of that one. "Uh..yes...I can't drive a standard."
"Ah...you can't drive a standard, but you can drive a stick. Makes perfect sense."(3) Noin suddenly giggled. "I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were a little perv!" Wufei decided his brain had been on too many vacations as of late and grasped it by it's rear quarters as it once again tried to escape. In retaliation, it lit a fire under his cheeks. Noin, not one to let details escape her, noticed the blush. She had a wicked thought. Well, she had many, but only one was pertinent to this storyline. She threw the jeep in neutral, stepped on the emergency brake, and half turned to face the obviously embarrassed pilot in the back seat. "So, Justice Boy, who's stick have you been practicing on?"
Wufei mentally gave his brain a couple of wacks as it tried once again to leave him. "Woman, I don't know what you mean. Now, if there was any justice left in this world, you would just hurry up and finish the rehearsal!"
"Oh, I think we have it down well enough. Besides, you know the director. He'll probably drug you to get the scene to seem more realistic." Noin rolled her eyes. She looked Wufei up and down and a strange glint entered her expression. She licked her lips. "And...I was thinking.." Her voice was sundenly husky.
"Th-thinking?" Bad thing. People thinking usually ended with ...Ack! Brain leaving...
"Yeah...I was thinking maybe I'd give you a," Noin paused, her eyes left Wufei's for a moment, then returned, "driving lesson."
"Uhh..." Wufei's brain thought. His eyes moved to where Noin had glanced: the stick shift. Her hand was moving on it in a way he was sure was not necessary in order to shift gears. He looked back at her. "D-driving lesson?" His brain finally left as the woman nodded and began using her free hand to undo the top button on her uniform. It's last parting gift to the Gundam pilot it once so firmly occupied was, "Gee, I wonder if they have nude highways somewhere..." (4)
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3 - If you can't tell where this is going, you need help.
4 - Ummm, wouldn't that be interesting? Think bugs and convertables.
I welcome reviews of any sort. Once again, if you want to know what the hell WYLS stands for, check my website and go to the TCC section to find this story.
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 6: Just Your Standard Chase Scene
"Dammit!" Wufei cursed, rubbing the side of his head. He glared at Noin, who, having other things to glare at, didn't notice. Giving up, he sighed and tried to let his mind wonder some more...it was good at that lately, and it helped keep him from concentrating on ...other things. However, his present situation kept snapping him back to the here and now. He had often admired Noin for her work ethic, her desire to "keep it real" when rehearsing, but this was the first time *he'd* been involved in the process.
So, here he was, practicing for a scene he new nothing about. Noin was driving a military Jeep down a small dirt road, going..well, gods only knew how fast they were travelling. On top of that, she was doing her best to drive as if she was drunk and on speed at the same time. Well, something like that. He didn't know what the combo of drugs would do...
Wufei's chain of thought was interrupted as, once again, he was thrown against the roll bar. And just why did he have to be lounging in the back seat?!
"I do not understand why I can't drive!" He snarled, rubbing a new bump on his head.
Noin cast a quick glance at him through the rear view window. "You're supposed to be injured, remember?"
Ah. "Well, I still think I could do a better job!"
"You're unconscious."
Shit. "And you feel the need of waking me by driving like a maniac?"
Noin slammed on the brakes. "Wufei, have you even read this scene?"
Wufei blushed slightly. "Of course I have, woman!" Think quickly, think quickly..ah! "But all these knocks to the head seem to be giving me amnesia!" Good one. Yeah, right.
Noin scowled. "Let me refresh your failing memory, then, Justice Boy." Great. She was pissed. Just what he needed --a raving female telling him off. Good for the headache, who needs asprin? "You were captured by Oz, and I saved your worthless ass. However, while escaping, an explosion threw you from the building, and knocked your head hard enough - somehow - to send you to lala land. Then, I had to drag your carcass to this jeep and hotwire it. That leads us to the chase scene, which your bellyaching has interrupted. *Chase* scene, Wufei. Like being chased by the enemy and dodging explosions, get it?!"
Wufei blinked. Noin muttered and growled, then threw the jeep in first and took off again. As she built up speed, she decided one more taunt wouldn't hurt, "Besides... *you* can't drive a stick!"
This got Wufei. Well, kind of. His mind had taken a quick trip to "lala" land when the word "enemy" had conjured mental pictures of roses and swords. So, his mouth, deciding that the brain was out to lunch, and that a retort of some kind was necessary, gladly provided one. "I can so drive a stick!"
Noin stopped the jeep again. She slowly turned and stared at her passenger. Wufei, suddenly coming back to himself, blinked innocently at her, trying to figure out what was going on this time. "Wufei...was it just my imagination or did the director have to find you an automatic for that scene last week?"
Well, no way out of that one. "Uh..yes...I can't drive a standard."
"Ah...you can't drive a standard, but you can drive a stick. Makes perfect sense."(3) Noin suddenly giggled. "I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were a little perv!" Wufei decided his brain had been on too many vacations as of late and grasped it by it's rear quarters as it once again tried to escape. In retaliation, it lit a fire under his cheeks. Noin, not one to let details escape her, noticed the blush. She had a wicked thought. Well, she had many, but only one was pertinent to this storyline. She threw the jeep in neutral, stepped on the emergency brake, and half turned to face the obviously embarrassed pilot in the back seat. "So, Justice Boy, who's stick have you been practicing on?"
Wufei mentally gave his brain a couple of wacks as it tried once again to leave him. "Woman, I don't know what you mean. Now, if there was any justice left in this world, you would just hurry up and finish the rehearsal!"
"Oh, I think we have it down well enough. Besides, you know the director. He'll probably drug you to get the scene to seem more realistic." Noin rolled her eyes. She looked Wufei up and down and a strange glint entered her expression. She licked her lips. "And...I was thinking.." Her voice was sundenly husky.
"Th-thinking?" Bad thing. People thinking usually ended with ...Ack! Brain leaving...
"Yeah...I was thinking maybe I'd give you a," Noin paused, her eyes left Wufei's for a moment, then returned, "driving lesson."
"Uhh..." Wufei's brain thought. His eyes moved to where Noin had glanced: the stick shift. Her hand was moving on it in a way he was sure was not necessary in order to shift gears. He looked back at her. "D-driving lesson?" His brain finally left as the woman nodded and began using her free hand to undo the top button on her uniform. It's last parting gift to the Gundam pilot it once so firmly occupied was, "Gee, I wonder if they have nude highways somewhere..." (4)
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3 - If you can't tell where this is going, you need help.
4 - Ummm, wouldn't that be interesting? Think bugs and convertables.
I welcome reviews of any sort. Once again, if you want to know what the hell WYLS stands for, check my website and go to the TCC section to find this story.