Story by SinisterMarmalade and LoveAntelope.

Standard disclaimers apply.

GOMEN NASAI GOZAIMASU FOR NOT WRITING OR POSTING IN OVER SIX MONTHS!!! I'm trying to reverse my laziness as we speak.

Enough of this, on with the show!

GW LIFETIME ORIGINAL: THE RELENA PEACECRAFT STORY

Scene 3

"What's gotten up Hee-chan's ass now?" Duo asked himself as he hacked through several 'secure' data files. "You'd think I just... hello, what's this?" Duo stared at the personal dossier that came up on the screen.

NAME: Relena Peacecraft (Dorlian)

HEIGHT: five foot WEIGHT: 100 pounds

HAIR: Sandy Blonde EYES: Blue

HISTORY: The second child and only daughter of the royal Peacecraft bloodline that once ruled the Sanc kingdom. In order to protect her from assassination she was given to a lower diplomat to raise as his own. She is the only survivor of the Peacecrafts, besides her older brother, Milliardo Peacecraft, who has renounced his name and lineage to be called 'Zechs Marquise.' If the Sanc kingdom were ever reestablished then Relena would be first in line for the throne. She knows of her royal status but has chosen to keep the last name 'Dorlian.'

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Normally placid, quiet and demure, she can become psychotically obsessed with an idea to the point of lunacy. While she claims to want 'whatever is best for everyone else,' she doesn't often consider opposing opinions as to what is best for anybody else. Latent neurotic tendencies are suspected, but as yet unproven.

END PROFILE

"Now that's interesting. And she's supposed to be the best hope for peace!" Duo said to no one in particular. "No wonder this chick likes Hee-man so much. They're both nuts!"

"Who's after Heero?" asked Quatre from over Duo's shoulder.

"The best hope for peace in the universe has a school girl crush on the perfect soldier," the braided one explained with a hint of amusement.

"Poor Heero. I have to deal with that bitch almost every day," Quatre sighed. "And that's why you're pulling her personal files?"

"Heero wants me to dig up the info on her. Next I get to interview her friends," Duo responded. "Ah, the joys of flirting with future diplomats wives!"

"They could also be future diplomats," said Quatre defensively.

"No, Q-Bean. Lucrezia Noin could be a future diplomat. Most of Relena's friends could only be future diplomats wives!" Duo corrected. "You know, the types who throw a tupperware party with champagne and call it a wild evening?"

"Yes, them," Quatre sighed in resignation. "Speaking of 'wild evenings', Relena's friends are throwing a fundraiser to get their academy rebuilt."

"And I gotta be there," Duo uttered in annoyance. "You know where I would be if I didn't have to go to the stuck up party? I'd be down town at the 'Oz blew up our school so we don't have to go' party!"

"Don't feel too bad Duo. I am also obligated to go," the blonde pilot said.

"So off we go, we few, we happy few, we pair of brothers. For he that gets bored off his ass with me shall be my brother!" Duo misquoted.

"You're going to spike the punch, aren't you?" Quatre asked him pointedly.

"But, Q-beannie one, the punch already has champagne in it! I'm obviously not the only one to decide that the best thing to do at one of those get togethers is to get skunked. I'm just upping the effect with some Southern Comfort, some Demon Dance Sake, and some Tequila!" Duo announced, throwing his arm around Quatre's shoulders as they walked towards the door.

Quatre thought to say something to avert this madness in planning, but decided to let it slide.