The Beach The Beach part 3, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

The Beach- Part 3
Pairing: 1+2, 3+4
Notes: PG this chapter, some slight humor.. Uhh… I tried to work best with my geography here… I only got a C+ L Thankies to Moffit for Beta-ing this chapter for me.. I know how busy you were Gina ^_^ well.. I rewarded you with that Plot Bunnie. *grins*

~Standard Disclaimers go here, since I forgot about them in the previous chapter/s.. ya know yadda yadda.. I don't own DON'T SUE~

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"Oh my god, Trowa. Get in here and take a look at this." Quatre Winner-Barton called out to his lover who was busying himself in the adjoining bathroom to their bedroom with the huge plasma screen TV blaring over the other side of the room.

//And in the news tonight, a yacht was washed up on shore about 30 kms from Orlando, Florida by a freak storm that swept in from the Bahamas. The yacht belonged to Miss Relena Peacecraft; it was believed that she and another individual by the name of Heero Yuy sailed the yacht from the docks near a popular beach house holiday settlement in Daytona Beach. It is also believed that Mr. Yuy was swept off the boat by a tidal wave and plummeted into the torrent depths of the Atlantic Ocean. His whereabouts are unknown and remains are nowhere to be found.//

Trowa still standing there in shock with toothbrush half in half out of his mouth as he tried to say something but had to spit before he could.

"Maybe we should call Wufei, he's in Orlando. See if he knows anything more than we do."

Quatre nodded and ran to the desk with the vid phone and activated Wufei's number. Trowa stood just behind Quatre just as Wufei's face appeared on the screen. The image was fairly distorted and the sound kept going off key.

"Wufei, did you-"

"Yeah, I was just about to call and ask you the same thing." The screen fuzzed over a few times.

"Wufei why is the transmission screwing up?"

"The- te- fix… 'thing ca-use.. storm.." The image started getting worse as well as the sound. "-Can he-r you ok, -said that... all working by this a-ternoon. I ring 'ack then. 'k?"

"Ok, Wufei. Get in touch with you then. Take care, bye."

With that the transmission was terminated to just a blank screen. Quatre looked down at his hands, nearly to the point of tears at losing one of his best friends. Trowa knelt down and gathered Quatre in his arms while running his fingers through the man's blonde locks.

"There's nothing much more we can do, Cat. But just hope that he turns up soon, ok?"

Quatre nodded and hugged his lover tighter, sort of lost for words as he wiped away his tears.

"C'mon, lets get you to bed. Try and get some sleep." Again Quatre nodded and snuggled deep into Trowa's embrace for the much-needed comfort.

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Heero slowly and weakly stirred back to life as he felt the warmth of the sun's rays beat heavily down upon his back, the roughness of the sand beneath him that he'd been sleeping on and the crashing waves hammered into his sensitive ears. He shifted a little and immediately felt something brushing against him. Slowly he sat up, wincing in pain as his joints weren't reacting the way the should, causing him to stumble and falling flat on his back.

He shook his head of sand and seaweed as he finally managed to lean up on his elbows, his vision adjusting from their blurriness and looked down at himself with tired and weary eyes. It was then that he noticed the figure beside him. A girl? A very naked one at that.

But the being didn't have anything of what Heero could see that could suggest it was a girl. Sure the body looked feminine but as Heero moved in for a closer inspection it was indeed.. A boy.

//Surely not..//

He was so sure that he resembled the merman in his dreams but he simply could have been mistaken. And one thing was for sure, this boy was human.

Heero had to take a moment to think of what to do; perhaps this person had saved his life. Could have easily been someone else who just happened to have been in the area when the storm rode in; maybe he too was washed out to sea just like Heero.

A low moan interrupted Heero's thoughts as he gazed down to find the boy before him slowly trying his hardest to get up off the sand with shaky limbs and his mass of long dark brown hair cascading around him in mess of tangles that would be such a bitch to get out.

"Hey, you ok?" Heero murmured as he too sat himself up a bit.

The boy lifted his head and gazed up at Heero with a tired expression, which made him look like he had just been through the spin cycle in a washing machine, but didn't say anything.

"Don't speak English? Etuu.. English ga dekimasu ka? Uhh... Vous parlez Anglaise?, A te favellare Inglese.. Um.. Ansprechen sie Englisch?"(1)

Nothing. //It's as though he doesn't understand a word I say no matter what it is.// Heero then decided to try some sign language, hoping at least for SOME sort of response.

[Do you understand me at all?] Heero signed with some annoyance in his facial expression, he hoped that he didn't come across as TOO bitchy. In the moment it took for the boy in front of him to process the information with the language of the hands, the boy started his own, so to speak, 'version' of sign. Heero just couldn't understand at all.

"We should perhaps get off the beach and to somewhere we can get some clothes, I really have no idea where we are." Heero murmured as he looked around the area while the boy was still signing god knows what, waving his hands around and picking up shells along with other beach objects like he was examining each one, but alas he seemed cheerful and full of life. He had so much energy that it made Heero's head spin.

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Relena had just walked out of the police station where she had been filing her report with Sargent Une. She suddenly regretted ever coming out of the police station in broad daylight 'cause the whole street and sidewalk was packed with reporters and camera men. It took about 4 or 5 officers to clear the path to Relena's yellow Monaro. She kept her face downcast and away from nosy photographers' view and quick as she could, hopped into her car and gunned the engine. She just wanted AWAY from it all.

"This was not the way it was supposed to be." She sniffed into her handkerchief and blew her nose before placing the moist cloth back in her bag for the time being.

For her, it was too much. To have lost the one she had loved with all her heart without ever getting so much as a *peck* from Heero to the possibility that he and she would eventually come together as a couple in the near future. She just wasn't expecting for all this to happen.

"Maybe he's still out there, somewhere. Alive and well, trying to find his way back to me."

//I will find you, Heero.//

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Heero grunted as he jumped back over the fence of some house that wasn't far down the beach. In his arms were fresh articles of clothes both for him and the strange naked boy that he had met on the beach.

"Here, put these on," said Heero as he handed the long haired boy some clothes and began stripping his own soiled clothes and replacing them with the newly stolen pants and shirt, but paused when he noticed the boy in front of him had tried putting the pants on somewhere other than his legs, and the shirt he has having some difficulty with. Heero thought it quite odd that this mystery boy didn't know how to dress himself.

//Must be a foreigner.//

He sighed and showed the boy the proper way to wear clothes. Once they had finished fooling around with the clothes, Heero led the way up the beach and to what looked like a major road in the suburb they were in. After walking for so long Heero had guessed it was getting around mid afternoon. He was glad that he wasn't all that far from the place where his best friend lived, a good 20 – 30 min. walking distance. He suddenly felt a weight pull on his arm and he looked down to find the long haired boy hugging tightly to his arm and grinning up at Heero.

"Uhh… I'm going to take you to my friend's house ok, then we can figure out how to get you back home." He'd momentarily forgot that he might not understand, as there was a small confused expression on the boy's face a moment later. Almost as though he was trying to process the words spoken to him, to see if he could say them too.

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"So you have no idea where he is from?"

"None whatsoever, like I said, he was just… layin' there naked as the day he was born and couldn't speak a word of English," explained Heero as both he and Wufei glanced over at the mysterious long haired boy wandering around Wufei's sitting room picking and poking at things as though they were the most beautiful objects he had ever seen.

Wufei sighed. "It certainly is odd, could it be that he's not all together up here?" The Chinese boy emphasized his words by pointing to his head.

"Nah, I don't think so. But… he is beautiful."

Wufei smirked. "Oh, so it's like that is it? Heero, you hardly know the boy."

"Yeah I know, I know… it's just, well… the way he looks at me it's almost like he's trying to say something to me, but can't quite make it."

"He might be mute and he hasn't the ability to talk at all."

"Hey, is it all right if I crash here for a little while, I don't really feel like going back to Relena's. She'll be all over me practically begging me to make love to her the moment I walk through the door."

Wufei sighed and placed his coffee mug in the sink. "I suppose, but you have to take care of your friend yourself."

"Great." Heero beamed. "Thanks man."

"Which reminds me, I need to call Quatre back to let him know you're alright." Wufei paused. "Uhh… Heero?"

"Mmmm…?"

"Potted plants are NOT to piss in." Heero groaned as Wufei pointed to the boy in the other room as seen with his pants down and pissing in one of Wufei's indoor potted plants.

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tbc….

The Beach- Part 3
Pairing: 1+2, 3+4
Notes: PG this chapter, some slight humor.. Uhh… I tried to work best with my geography here… I only got a C+ L Thankies to Moffit for Beta-ing this chapter for me.. I know how busy you were Gina ^_^ well.. I rewarded you with that Plot Bunnie. *grins*

~Standard Disclaimers go here~

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