I'm finally back with a new chappie. You guys must really hate me by now, huh? Well, you can't hurt me. I've got the power!!!! MWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I know you guys have missed me real terrible, after all, who else is gonna finish the fic for you? At the end of this chapter I shall be calling upon you all to vote. I want to know which fic is preferred so that I can finish that one first. So fans of Body Swapped or Fortune's Gift, it time to tell which is gonna get the title of being a completed fic first. Mind you that sufficient reviews of An Unlikely Bond will cause that fic to be completed before the others. But that's only because everything has a time limit. I need to write only about one week. These two fics encompass months.

Now I'll stop blabbering and give you guys what you want. Disclaimers have already been done. Check a previous chapter, don't remember which one.

Chapter Eleven

Surprises & Explanations

Gundam Dimension...

Usagi followed the boys into the kitchen and dropped the shopping bags on the light yellow tiled counter. The shopping excursion had been successful. Enough food to last until the delivery came, or so Quatre hoped. They packed everything in its preordained space and the boys then turned their attention to 'Heero' and the puzzle that 'he' represented or in layman terms, his little speech earlier.

Usagi was not prepared for a confrontation and would have loved for the floor to open up and swallow her on the spot. Faking a yawn, something that usually worked on her Senshi, she said,

"Man am I tired. Guess I'll go take a nap now. See you guys at dinner."

She turned to make her escape and moved swiftly towards the door only to walk straight into Trowa. He had moved into her path to prevent her from leaving. (Smart boy)

'Old habits die hard.' Usagi thought bitterly as she stumbled backwards and hurriedly tried to regain her balance before she landed flat on her butt.

Duo was snickering behind his hand at 'Heero's' antics. Wufei had snorted in disgust because Heero was acting in a manner that befitted the braided baka and Quatre was watching with a great deal of concern visible in his eyes.

'Trowa!! What was that for?" Usagi snapped, her embarrassment evident.

'Heero's gonna kill me if I don't do something fast,' she thought in a panic. Her big mouth had once again gotten her in trouble.

"Heero, we would like to talk to you about what you said earlier today," explained Quatre.

"I said a lot of things. Sorry if one of my comments offended you." Usagi muttered.

"Hee-man, you dog. I never knew you had it in you. So who's the babe?" Duo cheered, just to tease Heero.

Usagi shot a glare at Duo but he only stuck out his tongue for her. Images of him running from Heero who was holding a gun that was trained on the retreating boy flashed before her eyes. The location of the gun popped into her head and she groaned when she remembered what she had done with it. Heero was definitely going to kill her.

"Maxwell! Get your mind out of the gutters for once and concentrate on the matter at hand," growled Wufei. Just being in the baka's presence could give him a headache.

"What? I just wanted to know. Don't tell me you guys aren't curious either," Duo challenged.

"Duo, you should know by now that Relena is a bit...unstable. We would all know if Heero was seeing someone." Quatre chastised.

"Whatever man," Duo said nonchalantly.

While they had been having their discussion concerning Heero's love life and Trowa's attention had been elsewhere, Usagi had been slowly edging her way around Trowa. Just as she had made it past the tall silent boy, someone grabbed her hand.

"Where do you think you're going young man?" Duo imitated an irate parent who had caught his kid sneaking after curfew.

Trowa's grip on her hand was unbreakable. She was as good as caught and they both knew it. Usagi allowed her shoulders to slump in defeat while her mind was racing at a mile a minute to make up a plausible excuse. Trowa lead her to the table and indicated one of the stools.

"What is this, an interrogation?" Usagi said sarcastically. She had heard somewhere that the best defense was a good offense. Well, it was time to put that saying into practice.

"Nope." Duo said before taking a position to her left. All the boys had stationed themselves around her in a formation that declared 'the only way out is to talk'.

"I've done nothing wrong, so what's up with the 'you're the bad guy' routine?" Usagi asked in a cold voice. Not as cold and emotionless as Heero's though and the others took note of that.

"You said that you could sense that week onna's aura. Since when are you so talented?" barked Wufei.

"I was faking it, temee. (you fool) Can't you tell when someone's lying?" Usagi challenged the chinese boy. "You guys want to jump on me so much for that little comment? Geez, look who ahs a piece of wood stuck up their ass."

Duo promptly burst out laughing. He was really getting to like this new Heero. Maybe, just maybe, he had acquired a partner in crime. Wufei's face had turned a purplish hue that looked very unhealthy. Usagi was wondering if that was normal or if he was about to burst a vein. Trowa had a slight pinkish tint to his cheeks and he had blinked in shock. This was a very different Heero from the one they knew. Poor Quatre had turned bright red in embarrassment. His innocent ears had just taken a beating and surprisingly Duo was not the culprit.

"It appears that I'm through here so I'm off to bed. Don't disturb me unless it's important." Usagi said and stood to leave.

The shocked pilots moved back and allowed her to leave, that is until Duo opened his big mouth and asked a question that had Usagi squirming.

"Hey, Heero. Where's your gun? I thought you never went anywhere without it."

Sailor Moon Dimension...

Heero looked on in amazement as the three transformed into what looked like the most indecent sailor outfits he had ever seen. Duo would have been drooling all over them had he been present.

'Arigato Kami-sama for the small blessings.' he thought.

They had been at the mansion when they had received a message from the others that there was an attack from demons at some arcade. Then Haruka had grabbed him and pulled him along with them to the car. The way Haruka was driving, you would think that she was driving a pregnant woman to the hospital to give birth.

That had been the sane part. When they had arrived at the arcade, he saw something that he had always thought was a myth. Then again, it was probably a myth where he was from. Four girls ,who looked suspiciously like Rei, Minako, Ami and Makoto, in short pleated skirts, really short pleated skirts in red, orange, blue and green and white body suits that showed off their figures to perfection. And boy did they have figures! The sailor collars on the bodysuits were in their respective colours. Heero was forced to wonder how they managed to fight in high-heels. And even more astonishing was what they were fighting.

It had to be the ugliest thing he had ever seen. It appeared to be female but with all that scarred flesh in the way, it was hard to tell. The youma was covered in scars and sores that oozed a yellowish liquid. It was taller than all of them and had the muscular build of a weightlifter. It was wearing a tattered tank top and a pair of pants that looked like somebody's dog had been having a field day with it. Heero was felt the stirrings of pity in him. The face was that of a human, a very beautiful one with long straight ebony hair and dark chocolate, almond shaped eyes with high accented cheekbones and full pouty red lips.

'What sick konoyaru did that?' Heero had wondered, referring to the body.

Then the Haruka, Michiru and Hotaru had gone and henshined. They had joined the fight wholeheartedly after giving a crappy speech, leaving Heero to stand there like an ass. (And the cheese stands alone!) Watching the girls fight, Heero itched to help them but he did not know how although he suspected that Usagi was a scout like them. Man, how he wanted his gun.

Heero soon came to the realization that the girls were losing. That and they kept looking at him expectantly like he was supposed to help them. Too bad he did not know how. But he had to do something. He was certain that Usagi would not take it lightly if her friends were to die while he was around and an upset Usagi was not a sight he wanted to see. How he knew that, he did not question.

Suddenly images bombarded him and he saw Usagi transforming into a scout like the others. A feeling of jealousy swept through him as he saw her being saved countless times by a wimp in a cape and a mask. The mask did not prevent him from recognizing who it was and he was filled with unexplainable rage at the thought of that kusotarre touching Usagi. He saw all her attacks on the youmas and watched her defeat all her ultimate enemies while everyone else was dead. He saw her die at the end of each of those battles only to be brought back with her friends and fellow Senshi to fight a new threat soon after. He saw her pain, he felt it and he knew of her desire to live a normal life.

Heero fell to his knees at the pressure the onslaught of memories and covered his head with his hands. What she had gone through was just as bad as what he had, the only difference being that she had gotten a chance to be a child before she had become a soldier while he had never received that chance.

As the memories faded, Heero then came to the disturbing realisation that he would have to henshin to help them. As much as he wanted to help them, he was very, very reluctant to henshin. The fuku that they wore was too indecent for his liking and he was a guy for crying out loud. It was bad enough that he did not want to wear a skirt or dress when normal but to end up wearing one after all his objections and a scanty one at that was going against more than the grain.

Mamoru was watching the battle from a safe distance away. He was puzzled as to why Usagi was not fighting. Usually she was in the middle of the fray crying like a baby every time one of the others were hit and attacking the youma. Instead the bitch was watching the battle with an expressionless face and did not even flinch as her friends were hurt. then she had screamed and fallen to her knees like she was under attack mentally.

'Women.' Mamoru thought. 'They were never consistent.'

He continued to watch as Usagi stood once more and seemed to be making an important decision. He could tell when she had come to her decision. She straightened her shoulders and took out the ginzuishou to henshin. What followed had Mamoru staring in shock. The part of him that was filled with the essence of Chaos reacted violently and strained against his control. It wished to be released but there was no way he would let it go. Not until he got what he wanted.

Heero battled his natural instincts that cried out against wearing the fuku. He had to help them, if not for his sake then for Usagi's. She had done so much for them already, to let them die would mean that all those times had been in vain. Heero was sure of his path. He would henshin and help them but only this once. Afterwards, he would work harder to find a way back to his body and to his dimension. He only hoped that the ginzuishou would work for him.

Taking out the ginzuishou, he cried out the words that came so naturally to him.

"Galactic Cosmic Power Make Up!!!"

The transformation he went through was nothing like Usagi's normal transformation. It was so different that the Senshi let down their guard to stare and ended up being wounded by an attack from the youma. Someone else stood in Sailor Moon's place and they weren't sure if she was good or bad.

I know, I know. Pretty short chapter. Don't worry the next will be long. It has to. That's when the Silver Millennium will be explained. And the cliffies I just dropped, well all I have to say is that patience is a virtue. Now remember to vote for which fic you want me to complete first. As for couples in this one. You have free reign on who goes with who. If you have a hard time sharing your views, I can not be blamed for the outrageous couples I may come up with. I've nothing more to say except thank you to all me reviewers. You guys are my backbone and my inspiration.

Ja ne.