Bright here: Not for profit fiction provided for entertainment purposes only. I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon.

I know it's been a while since I updated however I got a job and that is good. To those who have been reminding me with much pleading to update here, have fun. I hope I don't disappoint.

~* GW Dimension *~

Trowa (through some miracle of not an inch of skin or hair showing guessing) spotted Quatre who was in gloves, a surgical mask, lab goggles, and white disposable coveralls with elasticized booties and the hood up. Quatre was collecting the hazardous waste bins. Trowa discretely elbowed Quatre in the ribs to get his attention.

"Mmph Ouch! What?" came a muffled exclamation from Quatre.

Trowa nodded towards the window where Usagi sat picnicking with the OZ guard.

"Oh dear..."

"So you see," explained Usagi. "That's why I have the cough syrup with me. This place is a secret biological weapons factory and what better way to get rid of nasty things that make people sick then with something that makes people better!"

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard", the guard replied chuckling. "This is a chemical factory. They mass-produce compressed gasses. Oxygen, carbon dioxide, acetylene, hydrogen... gases like these have all sorts of uses. Some are used in hospitals to help sick people. Carbon dioxide makes your soda fizzy. Acetylene is used in welding. Some of the chemicals have to be very pure and clean. That's why you see everyone walking around in lab coats and such. If they were producing biological weapons here, that little bottle of cough syrup wouldn't do much good."

"I know," replied Usagi looking dejected but determined. "I need a bigger bottle."

The guard shook his head and laughed. "Where in the world did you get these outrageous ideas?"

Quatre who was now nearby taking a very long time "emptying" the garbage near the picnic bench held his breath waiting for the answer.

"SHHH!!!" insisted Usagi whispering too loudly to keep her secrets and pointing towards a fellow emptying garbage near them. "Ears are everywhere! He could be a soldier spy checking to make sure we're not suspicious and onto the secret weapons! Don't you get it? The chemical plant is a cover!"

The guard was turning red in the face he was laughing so hard. Quatre on the other hand was white, as was Trowa who was keeping an eye on the situation from in the lab. Trowa sent a quick email off to Heero's pager.

URGENT ANGEL IN COMPOUND, SITUATION UNSTABLE, 04 ENGAGING, 03 MONITORING.

Quatre who had accidentally spilled the garbage so he would have to pick it up piece by piece and would have a good reason to stay where he was paused to rub his heart awkwardly. His Uchuu no Kokoro

twinged lightly teasing him with a reminder that even an OZ guard could be a good person.

Heero had now joined Trowa watching the situation with a closed expression on his face. He flipped open his laptop and plugged it into the nearest network connection. "I've been working on the security system. I'm going to trigger a routine perimeter alarm. That should see the guard called back on duty then 04 can reckon with the tenshi and we can contact 04 and evaluate the situation from there." Heero made a few quick keystrokes.

There was no audible alarm but watching Trowa saw the guard pick up his walkie-talkie. The guard called out to Quatre speaking to him briefly then jogged off. The tenshi and Quatre approached each other. Trowa saw a sudden flash of recognition from the tenshi and she and Quatre began to talk.

"I didn't compromise mission integrity or whatever," protested Usagi. "I was helping! ... and having a picnic! There's nothing wrong with a picnic."

"What about when you pointed me out and suggested I might be a spy?" questioned Quatre, slowly escorting Usagi off the base as the guard had requested.

"I didn't recognize you dressed up like that. And anyway I meant you might have been a bad spy not a good spy."

"Angel, he might have hurt you. You're lucky. He thought you were just a kid playing make believe."

Usagi pouted and stomped her foot. "Why is it that nobody ever understands the value of making friends?!" She raspberried Quatre.

Quatre stammered but didn't have anything to comment. I don't know the value of making friends wondered Quatre? He looked back towards the lab Trowa and Heero were in, wanting to protest.

Meanwhile Heero typed away at Trowa's laptop

URGENT 02, 05 MISSION UPDATE: ANGEL IN PLAY. STANDBY AT ALERT.

"Please go back to the apartment," Quatre pleaded.

"I'm going shopping instead," Usagi announced cheerfully.

Quatre smiled relieved. "Do you have any money?"

"I'll window shop."

Hoping to keep the angel occupied a little longer Quatre gave Usagi his credit card. "Go have fun."

As Usagi wandered off happily Duo pulled up in a transport. He got out and casually wandered over to Quatre. With his hand he gestured this way and that as if asking for directions. The conversation had nothing to do with directions.

"I stopped by to see if I could be of assistance getting her off the base. 01 contacted me."

They never used names while under cover. "02,... tell me? Would you say I underestimate the value of making friends?"

Duo snorted a laugh. "Can we stay focused here? What's the lowdown on the Tenshi?"

"Oh it will be fine now. She decided to go shopping so I gave her my credit card and told her to have fun."

Forgetting to maintain codenames Duo blurted out, "Quatre! What were you thinking? You handed your credit card over to a woman and told her to go have fun? Dude are you looking to keep any of those billions?" asked Duo with a laugh.

"Trillions,..." muttered Quatre. "Duo, I have 29 sisters. I know exactly how much damage one girl with a credit card can do in one day."

"Does that credit card have a limit?" asked Duo.

"No."

"What about God? Does God have a limit?" asked Duo.

"Allah knows no limit," answered Quatre.

"And you just gave an angel your credit card. Nuff said," declared Duo with a smirk.

~* GW Dimension Still*~

Minako shrieked with glee as they appeared out of the nothingness of time and space, in front of a huge decorated brick edifice, ivy grown and impressive looking. She raced past Ami, Rae and Hotaru knocking them flying and glombed an unsuspecting girl.

"Who is that and has Minako gone insane?" demanded Rae brushing herself off annoyed.

"Relena! Yeah! Baby needs a new pair of shoes!" Cheered Minako with happy glee.

"Aak," squawked Relena.

"Umm, Venus... my calculations show that you're cutting off her air supply. According to the Mercury computer she'll loose consciousness in 4.3 minutes

"Aak," repeated Relena.

"Free ice cream for a week!" cheered Venus, still hugging the stuffing out of the former Queen of the World

"Aak," repeated Relena.

"Well technically, we haven't actually found Usagi yet", corrected Ami.

"Fish toss!" exclaimed Venus finally letting Relena go. "What does the O.C.D. read? She's probably just around the corner!"

"I think you meant Pish Posh," corrected Hotaru giggling.

Relena coughed catching her breath then stood up straight with a puzzled expression on her face looking at the uniformed scouts. "Who are you and who do you work for?"

Venus burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" demanded Mars.

"Nothing," insisted Venus trying to strike a sailor pose. "We're the Sailor...giggle...Senshi! We fight for love and we fight for justice. In the name of the Moon."

"We're looking for a girl with really long blond hair and blue eyes," added Hotaru helpfully.

Sometimes in the face of the overwhelmingly bizarre the best thing to do is just go along. "Okay," answered Relena tentatively. "I'll see what I can do" Relena backed up wondering if they were talking about Dorothy. "So what are your names?"

"I'm Venus the Senshi of Love!"

"Is that why you hugged me?" asked Relena confused. Venus just giggled and let the others finish their introductions.

"Sailor Mercury, water."

"Sailor Mars, fire."

"Sailor Saturn, death and destruction. Nice to meet you."

"Is this a joke or maybe a dream?"

"When dealing with alterations of the time space continuum it is of difficult to distinguish between the realm of dreams and alternate realities however we've visiting several dream spaces on more than one occasion and the chaos factor read 3.145 each..." Ami began.

"Not a dream," Venus clarified interrupting impatiently. "Do you still have that pink limo? I would love a ride! It would be so fun. Do you keep champagne in the back? I was in a limo once and there was champagne in the back it was so cool."