Hey-o, and welcome to my Lil' World of Weirdness!!

I state for the record that I don't own Gundam Wing, or the wonderful characters that will be gracing this story. . . I do however lay claim to Ensign Saratone *again*, and I use him here purely as a replacement for your average Nameless OZ Minion. Hm, warnings . . . let's see . . . some potty mouth, naughty thoughts, more potty mouth, and erm . . . oh, yeah, love, love, love between boys, boys, boys!! Got a problem with that? That doesn't mean you can't try it . . . it's like eating ready salted Pringles with Nutella chocklate spread, ya just don't know how much you'll love it, unless you try!!

Oh, and timeline . . . uh, yeah, WHAT timeline?!

Okay, that's the legal stuff out the way!!

//Thinking//

"Speaking"

*Stress/Emphasis*

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**Gundammit!!**

By Doctor Megalomania

Chapter 8: One of those Gundam Nights!

Duo lay wide-awake in his bunk.

After the revelation, Relena had stormed out, and the scientists had decided to start on their renovations anyway. No one had told the Gundams that they had been heard, it was a sort of silent agreement that the Gundams shouldn't know. He rolled on to his side blowing a lock of his loose hair away from his face. So . . . Deathscythe and Wing were in love with each other.

He smiled at this.

That was so sweet, but evidently dangerous. Relena was really mad, and Heero hadn't come back from trying to calm her down. He sighed, and rolled over again, tonight was going to be one of those nights. He rolled over, tense and nervous. He hoped the Gundams wouldn't make any more revelations . . . it was bad enough the Professor G knew, bad enough that he suspected that Quatre suspected it. Even worse that Deathscythe would know all about it . . . Duo took comfort in the fact his Gundam was a Gundam of his word. The longhaired boy rolled again, and stared at Heero's empty bunk, he just hoped his own secret would never be revealed like this . . .

Quatre sat in his bunk, also wide-awake.

He had changed, and was hugging his knees, his chin resting thoughtfully on the cotton-clad joints. He was so humiliated, Sandrock shared his affection for Trowa through his love for Heavyarms, and now it was revealed that he felt something for his fellow pilot. He swallowed and looked at the empty bunk beside him, which was probably why Trowa hadn't come back yet. He squeezed his eyes shut and rested his forehead on his knees, and considered his bellybutton. It was true that Trowa had a very nice chest, and that indeed after Quatre had visited him, he had crowed to Sandrock those very words. He sighed, and now he'd have nothing but his memories and his pictures left of Trowa.

The door creaked open quietly, and there was a shushed rustle of clothing as his partner entered the room. Quatre swallowed and looked up, "Hello Trowa."

Trowa blinked, and smiled slightly, "Hello Quatre . . ." He tilted his head, "Are you too warm? You look flushed . . ."

"Funny, Trowa . . ." Quatre smirked, hurt that Trowa was going to take the mickey out of him now. He straightened his legs and rolled over, "Goodnight . . ."

There was a rustle of clothing again, and Quatre felt the end of his bed dip. He glanced over his shoulder, Trowa was sat, his loose green pyjamas virtually hanging of his thin frame, the deep green shirt hanging open. The long limbed boy pulled up a knee and rested his chin on it, staring in the direction of his own bunk. What little light provided, cast Trowa's profile in a handsome light, and Quatre found himself flushing again. So caught up in his own embarrassment, Quatre almost didn't here Trowa's quiet question.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Quatre blinked, clamed himself and sat up. Trowa blinked, and smiled . . . yes, smiled slightly.

"You think I'm an object of desire?" Trowa questioned quietly, and shyly.

Quatre clasped his hands and stared at them, "Yes." He glanced up at Trowa, as the other boy thought, "But I don't want things to change between us!"

"I know . . ." Trowa murmured, he snickered, "I just never thought that I was in any way handsome before . . ."

"Trowa!" Quatre protested, he smiled as he felt Trowa's true emotions welling up; "Trowa, you know that isn't . . ." He trailed off as Trowa climbed on to his bed further. The one visible jade green eye sparkled with something deeper than the friendship Quatre was so used to seeing. He swallowed as he felt the bed dip again, his aqua eyes widened as Trowa crawled closer.

The clown's whisper almost a shout in the silent room, making Quatre smile in the knowledge it was going to be one of *those* nights.

"Want you too."

"Four of the Gundams are . . ." Relena's face screwed up, "Well, they aren't normal!!"

Heero sighed and continued to type, that was the basis of Relena's argument, they weren't normal. He frowned so what would be normal for five massive robots who had just discovered sentience. He knew it was logically; the Gundams really didn't have any choice in the matter. It was obvious Nataku was the only one that preferred to not be involved with anyone because Wufei had shown such inclinations. Heavyarms and Sandrock weren't restricted by the same fear that had held Trowa and Quatre away from each other, fear of social rejection. He had to admit he was stretching the logic slightly when it came to his own Gundam and Duo's, With Duo's near infectious love of being around people and his confident manner, it was hard to see why he would choose to be involve with his anti-social Gundam. He frowned as he remembered the warm tone his Gundam had spoken in. evidently he was the only one that Wing was anti-social too. Why would they choose to pursue a relationship when Heero's personality was so cold, and Duo's personality was so warm . . .

//And fun loving// some small rebellious part of his mind crowed, it sounded suspiciously like Wing.

He frowned, Wing would be interested in forming a relationship because Heero himself was. He wanted to be part of a normal, loving relation. One that was stable, and didn't involve vast amounts of the war. Which was why he had chosen Relena, Relena was stable . . . in some respects, and she represented Peace. She was the logically choice . . .

//even if she wasn't the most attractive//

He glared harder at the laptop screen. He'd never questioned his sexuality; it was a thing he assumed he'd deal with after the war. Now he was being presented with another version of himself, one that was happy, gay, and completely in love with his partner.

"Heero!" Relena waved her hand in front of his face, "Heero, are you listening to me?!"

"Yes, Relena." Heero trotted out, even though he really wasn't. He continued to focus on the problem at hand. Put simply . . . in Heero friendly terms . . .

Heero 1 [– Heero Yuy] was with Relena.

Heero 2 [– Wing Gundam] was with Duo 2 [– Deathscythe Gundam]

Heero 1 and 2 must work together.

Heero 1 and Duo 1 [– Duo Maxwell] must also work together.

Relena has dislike of Duo 1, and by extension of personality, Duo 2.

Because of this, Heero 2 has dislike of Relena.

Heero sighed mentally; Deathscythe and Duo had no problem with Relena, why should she have a problem with duo? He rolled his eyes, and wished that the Zero system were programmed to give him the various options for personal dilemmas. He glanced at Relena and mentally sighed again, //It's going to be one of those nights// He really wasn't trained for situations like this . . .

Meanwhile . . .

Wufei was fast asleep in his bunk.

He was curled up, warm and cosy in his blanket. His straight black hair was loose, and spread out on the white pillow like a wing. His normally fierce features were held in the sweetest, calmest expression kept only for those without a trouble in the world. Deep with in his sleep, he dreamt of books, and flowers fields, of Nataku, both his dead wife, and Gundam. His tanned skin was smooth, not a single muscle was tense in his bare shoulder.

He smiled softly, almost smirking gently.

"Justice . . ." he murmured as he rolled over, "There is justice . . ."

After all . . . his Gundam didn't spill any secrets . . .

The next day . . .

Over seventy engineers, crewmates, and general staff gathered at the hold's edges staring down into the darkness. Everyone was eager to see the new improvements. Relena was holding on to Heero with a vice grip, Duo smiled nervously and stepped away from her, seeking protection from Howard, who smoked hard on a cigar, glaring at the hanger opening. Trowa and Quatre stood side by side, glancing at each other and brushing fingers occasionally when they thought no one was looking. Wufei glared angrily down at the dark hold, and folded his arms. The scientists were late.

"Someone turn on the lights!" Shouted Howard. Someone, meaning Marvin, climbed down to the gangway and threw on the massive nightlights. A loud gasp came from the crew, Marvin blinked and looked up as he pointed, "Gone . . ." he murmured in a shocked voice. He looked around, and saw a small note that was pinned to the wall.

Well, that is, if you could call a large banner with eight inch high lettering, and smelling faintly of brandy and vodka, a small note.

"What does it say?" Shouted Quatre, swallowing his shock.

"It says . . ." Marvin yelled back, "Have taken Gundams for further testing . . . Will send coordinates when bored . . . Play nice, love You know Who."

"God Damnit!!" Duo growled and threw his cap on the floor, "They did it again!!"

"I say again . . ." Wufei stood at the edge of the hanger, and glared down into the hold. "HOW IN THE HELL YOU STEAL FIVE GUNDAM MOBILE SUITS WITHOUT ANYONE SEEING YOU . . . AGAIN?!"

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And Now It's Time to LEAVE IT TO DOCTOR MEGALOMANIA!!!

DrM: [throws confetti in the air] CONCRATS GO OUT TO LITTLEECHO FOR BEING THE 100TH REVIEWER!! [grin] Hello!! It's only a short chapter, but . . . but . . .

Wing: Well?

DrM: I was moving back to Uni, and a different story has got my muse by the bal—

Wing: [aghast] DOCTOR MEGALOMANIA!!

DrM: [shifty eyes] Well, it has . . . It's HUGE!! It's like birthing an elephant, and it can't come out fast enough!!

Wing: [nauseated] That's a gross analogy, or simile, or whatever . . . [sighs] Do you wish to plug it?

DrM: [wide grin]

Wing: [sigh] Go on then . . .

DrM: [excited] Okay, it's called 'For The Grace Of Knights and Angels', and everyone on the 'Gundammit!!' mailing list already know about it . . . for all of those who aren't and just happened to stumble in here . . .

Wing: [derisive snort]

DrM: [speaking quickly] . . . Well, it's about the G-boys, it's the semi-serious fic I've mentioned before, and it's got a little bit of humour, a little bit of romance—

Wing: [takes out microscope] Where?!

DrM: Well, I'm building up to it . . . [Shrugs] Anyway, that's not the main focus, it's got mystery—

Wing: [laughs out right]

DrM: And a whole bunch of other stuff and I would love it if people would review, 'cause that would make me feel happy . . . even though I'll post the lot of it anyway . . . [frowns, and glares at Wing] Why are you the only one in my A/N's lately?

Wing: [raises eyebrow] Everyone else is on a mission . . . You know, we don't actually have time to sit around in your little world.

DrM: [holds up Endless Waltz DVD] Nuh-uh! Without the world of fanfiction, you would be soooooo dead already!!

Wing: [eyebrow twitches] Damn. [shifty eyes] Uh, don't you need to uh . . . get people to review?

DrM: [smiles happily] Oh Yeah! Anyways, it would be sorta great if you could review please!! Also, please have a read of my new Gundam fic . . . it's got canon references in it!!

Wing: [shocked] You're actually trying to obey cannon?! Dear merciful Doctor J!!

DrM: [walks off muttering] I can too do cannon . . . at least I try too . . . I can't help it if the producers don't follow my idea of a good story . . .