Author's Notes: OK, so I know ya'll are totally angry and upset with me
for not updating in a decade and a half, and I can't say whereas I blame
you. However, recent reviewers (as well as death threats at the hands of
my beta reader every morning for the past few months), in addition to
actually having *SOME* time in my schedule for the first time since school
started this year, have convinced me to continue.
Anyone who wants to know when I update next, tell me in a review and I'll email you.
Quote of the Week (Month?): "All kinds of hate are stupid. Except for of bees. I don't like bees." ~ Random Person Known as One of My Friends (*lol* Holly!)
Dedication: To the Pebble People and the Centaur! Long live Funding and Fish tanks! (99 on my English Regents… 99!!! 1 fricking point from perfection! GAH!!!!!!!!!!)
Warning! – The characters actually act in a manner that resembles serious during the beginning of this story. Even a little *gasp* OOC ness. Please feel free to skip / skim as per your health and or survival dictates.
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5 I Have A Headache – Chapter 5
By: Eternal Rose
~* Dimension SM *~
"Usa, wait!" Someone behind me screamed loudly. Not that I cared. This stupid place was really getting on my nerves. As much as I want to bring peace to the colonies, not having an OZ plot, or some other great evil out there to tackle bores me to death. I need the conflict. I think. Then again, maybe I've just watched too many war movies. Damn J and his stupid ideas of how to raise a kid.
I take off running at my highest speed in the direction of the screams. Maybe I can steal a gun or other lethal weapon from someone and finally beat it out of here. I swear, even Duo is better than these morons. He might be annoying, but he certainly doesn't treat me like I'm made out of porcelain.
"Help us, please!"
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Ah, yes, nothing quite like the sounds of frightened innocent civilians in the morning. Or is it afternoon here? I glance at the sky. Afternoon. I round a corner into the park only to come face to face with…
A monster. Perfect. It couldn't be something normal, like men with deadly weapons threatening to kill people unless they handed over their jewels, could it? Noooo, it had to be something weird like a giant toaster shooting bread all over the place. Bread? As a weapon? Who'd a thought?
A streak of white-hot pain cracks through my skull, and different sequences dance before my eyes. Myself, or at least in this body, dressed in some sort of sailor get up, fighting evil with a tiara and other assorted rods, using only my pure energy. A locket, a locket that lets me transform!
I look down at my chest, and there it is, five-point star and all. Words float slowly into my mind, a phrase that seems hauntingly familiar. Suddenly I know what I should to defeat this monster. As the idea smacks me over the head, another one follows closely behind it.
I must be dreaming.
~* Dimension GW *~
Every minute I spend here makes me more nervous than the last. How do I tell these guys that I'm not who they think I am? All of them have guns… and I'm not particularly inclined towards getting shot. Besides, telling them who I am would be ridiculous, seeing as saying you're a female with long blond hair doesn't really work when you look like a man with short chocolate hair.
I get off the bed for the first time since I arrived here and head over to a window. Something feels wrong. I don't know what it is, but it's the same sensation that I feel every time a youma shows up. That nagging, annoying little voice that says there is evil in the world, and I must right it.
Stupid destiny.
I'm always hearing what a gift it is to be Sailor Moon, to be the leader of them all, but what if I don't want to be? What if I want to do something other than fight all the time? Does anyone care?
I doubt it. Still, there is something exhilarating about fighting. I guess I'm just longing to try a different kind of it. We've been doing the whole hand to hand combat and magic spell thing (which, I might add, is really draining), but I want something new. Maybe here I can get it.
As I stare across the yard, a blinding pain suddenly hits me behind my eyes, worse even then my earlier headache. Flashes of information start shooting into my brain, knowledge about a large machine that obeys my every command.
Almost instinctively, my head turns to my right, and there it is. Tall, white, and beautiful – a green circle in the center, powerful weapons at its side. I'm gawking at it as a realization washes over me.
I must be dreaming.
~* Dimension SM *~
"You guys, we have to do something! Our princess is a bit crazy at the moment and she just took off to fight a battle. On a good day she's mildly useful, but something drastic could happen with her in this state." Ami said as Usagi dashed out of the Crown Arcade. She quickly followed suit, the rest of the senshi hot on her heels.
**This is bad.** Seemed to be the single thought running through all of the senshi's minds. They quickly transformed and raced out to the battle. Along the way, they saw Usagi. She dodged quickly into the bushes.
**Kuso! If they see me, they won't let me fight! They might even force me to stay with that girl who can't get the quotes right, Minako I think her name is.** she thought. The locket was quickly raised above her head. **If this doesn't work, I'm going to look so stupid.**
"Moon Cosmic Power!" She whispered quickly. None of the senshi caught sight of her as she transformed, too focused on the battle ahead of them. A blaze of lights had surrounded her, and suddenly she was standing transfixed in what was, by her own admission, a VERY stupid pose. She jumped into a tree and edged closer to the battle.
"Mars Firestorm Attack!" the senshi of Mars cried aloud. The monster shrieked as its weapons melted in the face of something so fiercely hot. **I feel like a moron.** thought Usagi as she stepped into the light.
"Mercury, what can we do to defeat it?" Jupiter inquired. She looked at her friend hastily, trying to find a time when she could get off a decent shot without getting killed.
"We can only weaken it. We need Sailor Moon to defeat it." The blue haired senshi yelled back. "This monster's weakness is light, and only her attack provides the positive energy necessary. Even a sailor planet attack wouldn't destroy it."
"In other words, we're in major trouble, right Merc?" asked Venus. "Oh well, like they say, there is nothing to fear but a rampaging bull in a china shop."
**Note to self: Teach Minako proper quote usage.** thought Mercury. Aloud she said, "Do you mean, nothing to fear but fear itself?"
"Oh yeah, that could be it!" The flippant reply saw a certain Venusian flip herself up and out of the way of another monster attack, barely avoiding being hurt. Usagi, meanwhile, was pondering how much like Trowa the blonde girl was – except for the whole talking and bad joke making thing. Both were skilled fighters who used acrobatic moves to get themselves out of tight spots.
**Maybe she was in the circus too.** Usagi thought. She moved silently through her attack prep, then unleashed the awesome wrath of her Moon Princess Halation attack. Her aim was as deadly as if she'd had a gun in her hand (which it is to be added that she sorely wished she did and that it would do the job), and struck true at such a speed as to completely and quickly terminate the youma.
"Sailor Moon?" The assembled senshi inquired. Usagi looked down upon them, shook her head, and leapt gracefully from her hiding place to them. (Think Swan Lake or The Nut Cracker.) For all her elegance, she issued them a fierce glare.
"Perhaps we should discuss this." Usagi said simply. **Yea, let's start with why we're fighting monsters, why we have to use magical attacks, and why I have to wear a fricking mini skirt to do it.**
The flabbergasted senshi nodded slowly, finally leading the way back to Hikawa Shrine. They detransformed quickly and quietly, still unsure of what would happen next. This new Usagi might not be such a bad thing after all.
Meanwhile, Usagi had but one main thought running through her mind. **At least I look hot in this getup!**
~* Dimension GW *~
"Erm, Doctor J, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but this may not be the best time for a mission for the five of us." Quatre said. He paused, and Sally slipped quietly out to avoid notice from the scientist, leaving the pilots to wonder **How do we tell him that Heero is being … well… human?**
"What do you mean, this may not be a good time for a mission?" Dr. J exploded. "You five received the best training that we could provide in an attempt to make you near perfect soldiers. Yuy practically is a perfect soldier. And you have the nerve to tell me that 'Now isn't a good time for a mission'? Explain yourselves, now."
"Well, you see sir, it's just that…" Quatre crumbled under the look the "good" doctor gave him. **Now I know where Heero gets it from.**
"What Q-man is trying to say is that Heero went bonkers and currently has no idea what a Gundam is, so now might not be the best time to send him out against OZ." Duo, naturally, came to the rescue. "Then again, if you like your Perfect Soldier extra crispy with a side of barbecue sauce, now is the perfect time to send him on a mission."
"Excuse me!" Dr. J said. "Could you repeat that? I could have sworn you just said that Heero has amnesia."
"That would be the current state of affairs." Wufei replied.
"Affairs." Duo snickered quietly. The others gave him looks, but the snickering continued. **Geez, these guys are pansies compared to Heero. Even then, his looks don't scare the God of Death anymore… just let him know when to stop in order to avoid immediate execution.**
"Are you sure there's nothing to be done with him?" J quarried. "He is essential to this mission. Have you tried to take him out to the Gundams yet? So many of his memories have occurred around Wing that just the sight of it may be able to snap him out this."
"Sir, with all do respect, I doubt that he would remember anything even with Wing as a stimuli." Trowa remarked.
"What makes you say that, 03?" The impatient look on his face suggested that unless Trowa had a good reason for such a statement he was about to get chewed out.
"Well, you see, J, it's like this." Duo again spoke up. He, naturally, was the best prepared to provide a description of Heero's current state being as he talked too much to begin with. "We were all traveling back to Q-man's mansion via shuttle when Heero suddenly passed out."
Dr. J's eyebrow twitched slightly upward. "And then…?"
"It was kinda clear that something had to be wrong with him, cause you know normally its God (of Death) forbid he should ever show any pain of any kind, or any emotion for that matter. When he finally woke up, and it was a long time coming too, I was really bored by the time it finally happened, he was all 'What's a Gundam?' and other such un-Heeroish* phrases. And of course, the whole thing where he looked confused and apologized for the slightest things was just the tiniest bit of a giveaway that Heero might not be all there." Duo grinned. "Although that's not to say that he ever *was* all there in the first place, but that's neither Heero nor there, is it?"
"How can he talk so much so fast without choking?" Sally whispered to Quatre. He shook his head.
"That would be one of the greatest mysteries of the world." He replied back quietly as Dr. J attempted to absorb all the information Duo had just fed him. "The 8th marvel of the world, I sometimes think."
"No, this is the 9th marvel of the world. The extent to which your body guards would go to protect you is the 8th." Trowa murmured to them. Both turned to stare at him. Quatre's vision swam. **Dear Allah, please tell me we haven't lost both of them! Heero emotional and Trowa making jokes… this hurts my head…**
"I want to speak with him." Dr. J said firmly. His tone allowed for no argument. Wufei nodded and left the room swiftly to retrieve the requested aeronaut.
~* In Heero's Room *~
**I wonder what the others would think if I jumped out of this window. I know I could survive it easily, but, erm… the only hot guy who's really supposed to be worrying about me is Mamoru.** Heero pondered, again wondering how he was supposed to reach his Gundam. **Well, whatever, the only way I'm leaving this base again is in Wing. Wing? How do I know its name? Why does it have a name?**
But Heero's most important thought of all was, **What the hell is Wing supposed to mean, and what person in their right mind would name a giant machine after a part of a bird?**
"Heero." A voice (**He's Wufei, right? He reminds me of Rei…**) sounded from behind and Heero pivoted around, tripping and falling half way through the turn. "You're needed at the phone."
"Who would be calling for me?" asked Heero in confusion as he picked himself up from the ground. **This is weird. I hope whoever it is doesn't flip out when I don't know him or her.**
"Just come on, Yuy." Wufei exited after making sure that Heero was following him. Sarcasm kicked itself into his mind. **Perfect. He's just what we needed, no longer the Perfect Soldier but now the Perfect Klutz.**
~* Back to the Phone *~
"Hello?" Heero said, approaching the vid phone. He smiled calmly and collectedly. **Wow, Ami would be so proud of me if she could only see me now. I'm poised, and balanced, and everything she's always wanted the princess to be. Come to think of it, Quatre reminds me of her quite a bit.**
"Heero?" The scientist on the screen inquired. **My stars, it really as they said – he appears completely different, almost…(and some disgust entered his thoughts) human.**
"So they tell me." Heero replied, a hint of humor in his voice. **Wing, Wing, Wing!** sang his mind.
"01, do you remember your mission, and Wing?" Dr. J asked. All pilots and scientists held their breathe, waiting, thinking, **If he doesn't, we're so beyond screwed.**
"Wing is a large machine with lots of big shiny weapons and fun buttons to press that do a whole bunch of different things, all of which only I know. There is, naturally, one button that even I rarely press, a little red one on the end of a long chord that destroys Wing. And my mission?" Heero paused. **Think back to the vision, come on, if you can do this maybe they'll let you fly Wing without wondering why you remember it all of a sudden…** "My mission is to protect people from others in large machines who want to destroy Earth."
All of the pilots breathed sighs of relief. Heero, meanwhile was pondering. **Damn destiny. My mission didn't even change that much, I'm still stuck protecting the planet.**
"Ne, Hee-man, you feeling better?" asked Duo. Heero smiled at him, a wide toothy grin that seemed to fill the whole world with a brilliant light and joy. Duo sweatdropped. "I'll take that for a no, but so long as you can help defeat OZ, I'm ok with that. I'll just have to spend more time teasing Wu-man, and I'm sure you'll help me."
A mischievous look crossed Heero's face. The others pulled back in shock. Even Dr. J was held captive by the odd expression. They took so long to recover that Heero was shaking his head at them when they finally did.
"Well, then," said J, "the others will fill you in on the mission en route. You'd best be off now." He quickly disconnected, shuddering at what had become of his Perfect Soldier.
The five pilots headed swiftly towards the Gundams. As they did so, a few thoughts occurred to Heero. **Yes, I get to fly the plane! Oooo, I hope I don't screw this up like I do most things.** He climbed into the cockpit, and for the first time got a good look in a mirror. **You know, even though I'm stuck as a guy, there is an up side. At least I look hot in spandex.**
~* End Chapter 5 *~
*Spellcheck doesn't like this word. I think it works. Name = Adjective, ne? ^_^
REVIEW!!!!!! And thank Alli, Moon Girl, and especially Minerva Blue for finding this story lately and reminding me to write it. I'll say this, though. I don't update often, and I don't have support services, but I'll tell anyone who emails me their name and request, or puts it in a review, when I update, 'k?
*hugs*
~Rose
Anyone who wants to know when I update next, tell me in a review and I'll email you.
Quote of the Week (Month?): "All kinds of hate are stupid. Except for of bees. I don't like bees." ~ Random Person Known as One of My Friends (*lol* Holly!)
Dedication: To the Pebble People and the Centaur! Long live Funding and Fish tanks! (99 on my English Regents… 99!!! 1 fricking point from perfection! GAH!!!!!!!!!!)
Warning! – The characters actually act in a manner that resembles serious during the beginning of this story. Even a little *gasp* OOC ness. Please feel free to skip / skim as per your health and or survival dictates.
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5 I Have A Headache – Chapter 5
By: Eternal Rose
~* Dimension SM *~
"Usa, wait!" Someone behind me screamed loudly. Not that I cared. This stupid place was really getting on my nerves. As much as I want to bring peace to the colonies, not having an OZ plot, or some other great evil out there to tackle bores me to death. I need the conflict. I think. Then again, maybe I've just watched too many war movies. Damn J and his stupid ideas of how to raise a kid.
I take off running at my highest speed in the direction of the screams. Maybe I can steal a gun or other lethal weapon from someone and finally beat it out of here. I swear, even Duo is better than these morons. He might be annoying, but he certainly doesn't treat me like I'm made out of porcelain.
"Help us, please!"
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Ah, yes, nothing quite like the sounds of frightened innocent civilians in the morning. Or is it afternoon here? I glance at the sky. Afternoon. I round a corner into the park only to come face to face with…
A monster. Perfect. It couldn't be something normal, like men with deadly weapons threatening to kill people unless they handed over their jewels, could it? Noooo, it had to be something weird like a giant toaster shooting bread all over the place. Bread? As a weapon? Who'd a thought?
A streak of white-hot pain cracks through my skull, and different sequences dance before my eyes. Myself, or at least in this body, dressed in some sort of sailor get up, fighting evil with a tiara and other assorted rods, using only my pure energy. A locket, a locket that lets me transform!
I look down at my chest, and there it is, five-point star and all. Words float slowly into my mind, a phrase that seems hauntingly familiar. Suddenly I know what I should to defeat this monster. As the idea smacks me over the head, another one follows closely behind it.
I must be dreaming.
~* Dimension GW *~
Every minute I spend here makes me more nervous than the last. How do I tell these guys that I'm not who they think I am? All of them have guns… and I'm not particularly inclined towards getting shot. Besides, telling them who I am would be ridiculous, seeing as saying you're a female with long blond hair doesn't really work when you look like a man with short chocolate hair.
I get off the bed for the first time since I arrived here and head over to a window. Something feels wrong. I don't know what it is, but it's the same sensation that I feel every time a youma shows up. That nagging, annoying little voice that says there is evil in the world, and I must right it.
Stupid destiny.
I'm always hearing what a gift it is to be Sailor Moon, to be the leader of them all, but what if I don't want to be? What if I want to do something other than fight all the time? Does anyone care?
I doubt it. Still, there is something exhilarating about fighting. I guess I'm just longing to try a different kind of it. We've been doing the whole hand to hand combat and magic spell thing (which, I might add, is really draining), but I want something new. Maybe here I can get it.
As I stare across the yard, a blinding pain suddenly hits me behind my eyes, worse even then my earlier headache. Flashes of information start shooting into my brain, knowledge about a large machine that obeys my every command.
Almost instinctively, my head turns to my right, and there it is. Tall, white, and beautiful – a green circle in the center, powerful weapons at its side. I'm gawking at it as a realization washes over me.
I must be dreaming.
~* Dimension SM *~
"You guys, we have to do something! Our princess is a bit crazy at the moment and she just took off to fight a battle. On a good day she's mildly useful, but something drastic could happen with her in this state." Ami said as Usagi dashed out of the Crown Arcade. She quickly followed suit, the rest of the senshi hot on her heels.
**This is bad.** Seemed to be the single thought running through all of the senshi's minds. They quickly transformed and raced out to the battle. Along the way, they saw Usagi. She dodged quickly into the bushes.
**Kuso! If they see me, they won't let me fight! They might even force me to stay with that girl who can't get the quotes right, Minako I think her name is.** she thought. The locket was quickly raised above her head. **If this doesn't work, I'm going to look so stupid.**
"Moon Cosmic Power!" She whispered quickly. None of the senshi caught sight of her as she transformed, too focused on the battle ahead of them. A blaze of lights had surrounded her, and suddenly she was standing transfixed in what was, by her own admission, a VERY stupid pose. She jumped into a tree and edged closer to the battle.
"Mars Firestorm Attack!" the senshi of Mars cried aloud. The monster shrieked as its weapons melted in the face of something so fiercely hot. **I feel like a moron.** thought Usagi as she stepped into the light.
"Mercury, what can we do to defeat it?" Jupiter inquired. She looked at her friend hastily, trying to find a time when she could get off a decent shot without getting killed.
"We can only weaken it. We need Sailor Moon to defeat it." The blue haired senshi yelled back. "This monster's weakness is light, and only her attack provides the positive energy necessary. Even a sailor planet attack wouldn't destroy it."
"In other words, we're in major trouble, right Merc?" asked Venus. "Oh well, like they say, there is nothing to fear but a rampaging bull in a china shop."
**Note to self: Teach Minako proper quote usage.** thought Mercury. Aloud she said, "Do you mean, nothing to fear but fear itself?"
"Oh yeah, that could be it!" The flippant reply saw a certain Venusian flip herself up and out of the way of another monster attack, barely avoiding being hurt. Usagi, meanwhile, was pondering how much like Trowa the blonde girl was – except for the whole talking and bad joke making thing. Both were skilled fighters who used acrobatic moves to get themselves out of tight spots.
**Maybe she was in the circus too.** Usagi thought. She moved silently through her attack prep, then unleashed the awesome wrath of her Moon Princess Halation attack. Her aim was as deadly as if she'd had a gun in her hand (which it is to be added that she sorely wished she did and that it would do the job), and struck true at such a speed as to completely and quickly terminate the youma.
"Sailor Moon?" The assembled senshi inquired. Usagi looked down upon them, shook her head, and leapt gracefully from her hiding place to them. (Think Swan Lake or The Nut Cracker.) For all her elegance, she issued them a fierce glare.
"Perhaps we should discuss this." Usagi said simply. **Yea, let's start with why we're fighting monsters, why we have to use magical attacks, and why I have to wear a fricking mini skirt to do it.**
The flabbergasted senshi nodded slowly, finally leading the way back to Hikawa Shrine. They detransformed quickly and quietly, still unsure of what would happen next. This new Usagi might not be such a bad thing after all.
Meanwhile, Usagi had but one main thought running through her mind. **At least I look hot in this getup!**
~* Dimension GW *~
"Erm, Doctor J, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but this may not be the best time for a mission for the five of us." Quatre said. He paused, and Sally slipped quietly out to avoid notice from the scientist, leaving the pilots to wonder **How do we tell him that Heero is being … well… human?**
"What do you mean, this may not be a good time for a mission?" Dr. J exploded. "You five received the best training that we could provide in an attempt to make you near perfect soldiers. Yuy practically is a perfect soldier. And you have the nerve to tell me that 'Now isn't a good time for a mission'? Explain yourselves, now."
"Well, you see sir, it's just that…" Quatre crumbled under the look the "good" doctor gave him. **Now I know where Heero gets it from.**
"What Q-man is trying to say is that Heero went bonkers and currently has no idea what a Gundam is, so now might not be the best time to send him out against OZ." Duo, naturally, came to the rescue. "Then again, if you like your Perfect Soldier extra crispy with a side of barbecue sauce, now is the perfect time to send him on a mission."
"Excuse me!" Dr. J said. "Could you repeat that? I could have sworn you just said that Heero has amnesia."
"That would be the current state of affairs." Wufei replied.
"Affairs." Duo snickered quietly. The others gave him looks, but the snickering continued. **Geez, these guys are pansies compared to Heero. Even then, his looks don't scare the God of Death anymore… just let him know when to stop in order to avoid immediate execution.**
"Are you sure there's nothing to be done with him?" J quarried. "He is essential to this mission. Have you tried to take him out to the Gundams yet? So many of his memories have occurred around Wing that just the sight of it may be able to snap him out this."
"Sir, with all do respect, I doubt that he would remember anything even with Wing as a stimuli." Trowa remarked.
"What makes you say that, 03?" The impatient look on his face suggested that unless Trowa had a good reason for such a statement he was about to get chewed out.
"Well, you see, J, it's like this." Duo again spoke up. He, naturally, was the best prepared to provide a description of Heero's current state being as he talked too much to begin with. "We were all traveling back to Q-man's mansion via shuttle when Heero suddenly passed out."
Dr. J's eyebrow twitched slightly upward. "And then…?"
"It was kinda clear that something had to be wrong with him, cause you know normally its God (of Death) forbid he should ever show any pain of any kind, or any emotion for that matter. When he finally woke up, and it was a long time coming too, I was really bored by the time it finally happened, he was all 'What's a Gundam?' and other such un-Heeroish* phrases. And of course, the whole thing where he looked confused and apologized for the slightest things was just the tiniest bit of a giveaway that Heero might not be all there." Duo grinned. "Although that's not to say that he ever *was* all there in the first place, but that's neither Heero nor there, is it?"
"How can he talk so much so fast without choking?" Sally whispered to Quatre. He shook his head.
"That would be one of the greatest mysteries of the world." He replied back quietly as Dr. J attempted to absorb all the information Duo had just fed him. "The 8th marvel of the world, I sometimes think."
"No, this is the 9th marvel of the world. The extent to which your body guards would go to protect you is the 8th." Trowa murmured to them. Both turned to stare at him. Quatre's vision swam. **Dear Allah, please tell me we haven't lost both of them! Heero emotional and Trowa making jokes… this hurts my head…**
"I want to speak with him." Dr. J said firmly. His tone allowed for no argument. Wufei nodded and left the room swiftly to retrieve the requested aeronaut.
~* In Heero's Room *~
**I wonder what the others would think if I jumped out of this window. I know I could survive it easily, but, erm… the only hot guy who's really supposed to be worrying about me is Mamoru.** Heero pondered, again wondering how he was supposed to reach his Gundam. **Well, whatever, the only way I'm leaving this base again is in Wing. Wing? How do I know its name? Why does it have a name?**
But Heero's most important thought of all was, **What the hell is Wing supposed to mean, and what person in their right mind would name a giant machine after a part of a bird?**
"Heero." A voice (**He's Wufei, right? He reminds me of Rei…**) sounded from behind and Heero pivoted around, tripping and falling half way through the turn. "You're needed at the phone."
"Who would be calling for me?" asked Heero in confusion as he picked himself up from the ground. **This is weird. I hope whoever it is doesn't flip out when I don't know him or her.**
"Just come on, Yuy." Wufei exited after making sure that Heero was following him. Sarcasm kicked itself into his mind. **Perfect. He's just what we needed, no longer the Perfect Soldier but now the Perfect Klutz.**
~* Back to the Phone *~
"Hello?" Heero said, approaching the vid phone. He smiled calmly and collectedly. **Wow, Ami would be so proud of me if she could only see me now. I'm poised, and balanced, and everything she's always wanted the princess to be. Come to think of it, Quatre reminds me of her quite a bit.**
"Heero?" The scientist on the screen inquired. **My stars, it really as they said – he appears completely different, almost…(and some disgust entered his thoughts) human.**
"So they tell me." Heero replied, a hint of humor in his voice. **Wing, Wing, Wing!** sang his mind.
"01, do you remember your mission, and Wing?" Dr. J asked. All pilots and scientists held their breathe, waiting, thinking, **If he doesn't, we're so beyond screwed.**
"Wing is a large machine with lots of big shiny weapons and fun buttons to press that do a whole bunch of different things, all of which only I know. There is, naturally, one button that even I rarely press, a little red one on the end of a long chord that destroys Wing. And my mission?" Heero paused. **Think back to the vision, come on, if you can do this maybe they'll let you fly Wing without wondering why you remember it all of a sudden…** "My mission is to protect people from others in large machines who want to destroy Earth."
All of the pilots breathed sighs of relief. Heero, meanwhile was pondering. **Damn destiny. My mission didn't even change that much, I'm still stuck protecting the planet.**
"Ne, Hee-man, you feeling better?" asked Duo. Heero smiled at him, a wide toothy grin that seemed to fill the whole world with a brilliant light and joy. Duo sweatdropped. "I'll take that for a no, but so long as you can help defeat OZ, I'm ok with that. I'll just have to spend more time teasing Wu-man, and I'm sure you'll help me."
A mischievous look crossed Heero's face. The others pulled back in shock. Even Dr. J was held captive by the odd expression. They took so long to recover that Heero was shaking his head at them when they finally did.
"Well, then," said J, "the others will fill you in on the mission en route. You'd best be off now." He quickly disconnected, shuddering at what had become of his Perfect Soldier.
The five pilots headed swiftly towards the Gundams. As they did so, a few thoughts occurred to Heero. **Yes, I get to fly the plane! Oooo, I hope I don't screw this up like I do most things.** He climbed into the cockpit, and for the first time got a good look in a mirror. **You know, even though I'm stuck as a guy, there is an up side. At least I look hot in spandex.**
~* End Chapter 5 *~
*Spellcheck doesn't like this word. I think it works. Name = Adjective, ne? ^_^
REVIEW!!!!!! And thank Alli, Moon Girl, and especially Minerva Blue for finding this story lately and reminding me to write it. I'll say this, though. I don't update often, and I don't have support services, but I'll tell anyone who emails me their name and request, or puts it in a review, when I update, 'k?
*hugs*
~Rose