Warnings: Extremely angry doll inside. Has strange tendency to blow things up. Use caution. An AU in the making.

Rating: PG.

Summery: Milliardo hated action figures, so why he got the twelve-inch-tall Zero-One Gundam Pilot: Heero Yuy, "G.I. Joe-like" action-figure for his tenth birthday, he never knew...

Disclaimer: Grumble, grumble sigh ...I do not own Gundam Wing, nor will I ever own it. I am just a poor, pitiful wannabe-author that isn't worth suing, so, if you please, just don't.

"Denotes speech."
'Denotes thought.'

Denotes writing.

"Denotes over a phone"

It Just Figures

By: Prinder

Chapter two

Normally, when faced with a room of such feminine blandness, a room hideously colored lemon yellow and baby pink, Relena would have turned out and asked her father to pitch a fit with the hotel manager. Relena bit her lower lip in an attempt to hold back the choking sob that wanted to escape. Those days were clearly over, and this wasn't a hotel, though the Dorlains almost could make it such with all of the room that they had, not even the Peacecrafts lived on such a vast and exquisite estate. Relena just dropped her bag and fell face-first onto the bed, complete with a lemon yellow comforter that, upon closer inspection, she discovered that it had tiny pink flowers speckled through it in random patterns.

It was this scene that Heero happened upon once he had clawed his way past the flap and pull-strings that held Relena's backpack closed, Relena was face-down on the bed, her body laying at an angle on the sheets, with the fingers of her right hand tracing imaginary patterns there. When the Dorlains arrived to pick Relena up, in the middle of the night so that they could travel in the safety that was the moonless dark, she had hastily stuffed him into it this bag. He supposed it was out of fear that his presence would cause uncomfortable questions, still, he couldn't help but feel snubbed by her strangely "Un-Relena-like" behavior. He had spent the whole ride, in a sloppy car that was so rusty that one couldn't tell exactly what color it used to be and bad shocks, peeking through the flap of the bag at his unknowing female companion. Heero shook his head, he had never seen her so unreadable, he couldn't place the look on her face but, if asked, he would say that it was "lost" or, perhaps, just "blank".

The mansion where Mister and Misses Dorlain lived, while European in design on the outside, echoed amazingly of Greek and Roman architecture, white marble walls, pillars, and floors, giving it a, while regal, cold and lifeless feeling. Heero's attention was drawn away from his thoughts when he saw Relena start moving on the bed again, quickly noting that the night had been chased away by the sunrise that now streaked in through the pale pink curtains in her windows.

Relena slowly rolled herself over and stood up, and Heero could finally make out the white blouse and lavender knee-length skirt that she wore and decided that the outfit suited her as she walked over to her bag and fished him out of it. "Before, it seemed like just a dream, a nightmare gone wild, spinning out of control," Relena said in an oddly cheerful tone as she lifted him in her gentle grip to her eye level, "But now, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that it has all caught up to me and I don't know what to do." Relena looked over at the window, her voice becoming distant as she went on, "One minute, I had the perfect family with the perfect life with no worries. But in the next, I'm waking up to my brother shaking my shoulders, telling me that we are orphans and that we're being hunted like scared foxes." She paused to giggle, "I am almost expecting to wake up at any moment now and find out that this ugly hell is just a conjuring of my own imagination." As she stood up, she set him on her bed, fumbling slightly as she moved his articulated limbs into a relaxed seated position before walking over to the window to look outside.

"It wouldn't be the first time that my imagination as run away with me, I did pretend that, at one time you were alive and could understand me." Even though he couldn't see her face, Heero could hear the sad smile in her voice and knew that she was crying. "I don't know why I'm getting so emotional over this," She said with a bitter laugh, "I think the stress must be finally getting to me. Do you blame me, Heero? It isn't every day that everything you ever had is usurped from you in one foul swoop."

'That's right, it isn't every day that everything is taken away from you with a simple order from people who don't know you,' Heero thought as he remembered the time when he wasn't a toy.

For some reason, it was always the last few hours that he remembered best, when their attackers had overtaken him. Even now, as he sits watching Relena let silent tears rain down her cheeks, he wonders if his friends made it out safely.

But, why did they let him live? Why did they shrink him and ship him off as a piece of Gundam Wing memorabilia? Questions that he never knew the answers to were being served in multiple courses this week, he decided. One thing was for certain; Milliardo had to have been a piece to his puzzle. The young man was the one that he was given to all of those years ago, there was no coincidence; Heero was promptly packed and handed over to the Father of the child that wrapped him up and presented him to the young Milliardo as a gift on his birthday. It was done deliberately, and what was more, that meant that, because their toys were secretly outlawed, they most likely going to try to use him to justify the murder of the Peacecrafts.

Heero's eyes widened at that thought. That meant that Relena was still in danger. While she was still busy pulling herself together, he quickly looked around the room and noticed the computer on the desk at the far side of the room. He would have to wait until she was asleep but, if he worked quickly, he could type out a note to send to his friends, he was sure that they hadn't given up on finding him yet. His plans solidified, he purposely rocked himself to the side and off the bed; he didn't worry about being harmed by the fall, besides the fact that his flesh had taken on a plastic-like quality, the carpet was thickly padded and he had had enough practice at falling so that he could do it without breaking anything.

Relena turned her head from the window to her room, looking for something to explain why she heard a soft thump behind her. She blinked in mute shock when she saw Heero in a tangle of limbs on the floor. "Oh," she murmured as she walked over to pick him up, "I guess I didn't have him as balanced as I thought I did." She said to herself as she placed him on her nightstand. She turned to her backpack, unknotted the ties, and pulled the few things she took with her and put them away. When she reached her wallet that was hidden among her toiletries, she twisted her head around to look at Heero, her eyes gleaming brightly as she asked, "Heero, what would you say to us making you a new house, a better house? I think we both need a new start." Relena nodded to herself, as if answered, and smiled as she ran out of her room, calling for—what Heero supposed he should call her Godparents—the Dorlains.

"I'll ask you one last time. Where, Did, You, Send, Him?" Wufei demanded as he tightened his grip on the sinewy, flour-colored—though Quatre reckoned that was only because he was so frightened by the Chinese man that held him pinned to the corkboard walls by his neck—man.

"To-ta, To the P-Peacecrafts!" The boy stuttered as he gagged on his own carbon monoxide.

Trowa, ever the cool-headed one, recalled how they had found this strange hermit-man. Duo, without fail, managed to pull a contact out of god-knows-where to a man, who worked with an assistant who worked with a drunkard scientist who claimed to have taken part in the capture of a young boy who matched the description of their missing comrade. From the contact, to the assistant, to the drunk, they tracked their way through a network of loose ends, left unknowingly by their enemy, to this geek of a crab-like creature-man. As it turned out, this nerd was the sniveling butt-kisser to the Romefeller king-pin, the very man who gave Heero—who they just discovered was not only still alive, but living the life of a doll—to someone who was supposed to give him to the Peacecrafts. Now all they had to do is find the Peacecrafts and get Heero turned back to normal.

"The WHO?" Duo asked, clearly ignorant to just who they were, fortunately in this case, he wasn't the only one; Colony people weren't big on Earth's current high-society families. Everyone turned to Quatre for the answers, as they usually did when they were at a loss on such topics.

Quatre sighed, he hated it when he had to make everyone else look like simpletons, "The Peacecrafts are the royal family of the Sanq kingdom, and are strong advocators for peace and equality in space."

Wufei let the worm-like man fall into a crumpled heap on the linoleum tile floor. As he glared at the spineless person, he said, "You will tell us where to find them."

"Bu- I-I—I can't! They attacked the estate almost a week ago! The Lord and Lady Peacecraft were killed and the heir and his sister were never found!" he replied as he curled up into the fetal position at Wufei's feet. "Please! Don't hurt me!"

"Wufei, that's enough, he clearly doesn't know anything more." Trowa said as he turned to Duo who, until now, while he put his two cents in conversation-wise, remained hidden in the blackness in a corner of the small, dimly lit, computer room. "Get all that you can off of the system and delete the rest."

"Yeah? No sweat," echoed the half-dead reply from the figure in black as he stepped into the flickering fluorescent light.

"What? No! Y-you can't! That's my baby! My life!" The worm cried as he tried to launch himself into Duo's path, only to be held back by an irate Wufei.

"You should have thought about the consequences before you sided with Romefeller. I'm sorry, but this is how it must be done." Quatre apologized, his voice giving away his detachment to his own words.

Duo cast his eyes around the room as he seated himself at the computer station. How the boy managed to get all of the equipment he had in here, Duo would never know. But it was stacked and lined the walls of the room that, Duo was convinced, was really just a large walk-in closet. As his eyes met patches of space where electronics didn't cover, he could just barely make out the corkboard walls and the cracked linoleum floor. Inwardly Duo snorted; not even Heero could stand working in a pit like this for any length of time, decidedly Duo dubbed the groveling fellow "Pathetic" as he started to work.

Quatre looked at his friends as they either held the strange young man down, or searched through said boy's belongings; the loss of Heero had really forced a change onto all of them, Duo was now bitter and had threatened one more than one occasion that he was going to personally send all of Romefeller into hell for what they did to his friend. Quatre paused to muse at this, it was odd, but Heero really was the braided man's best friend. And Duo was loyal, they all were, but he was especially so when it came to those closest to him.

To Trowa's credit, he seemed to become a more vocal partner of their group, even though he was still calm and colleted, it seemed like he had taken it upon himself to take on part of Heero's old job, being a calculating voice of reason for the others.

Wufei, however, seemed to have taken a turn for the worst, as he become more volatile and short tempered than ever and little could calm him. Granted, this did come in handy, such as a few moments ago when the young man who owned this decimal-sized room refused to share what he knew, Quatre couldn't help but worry about his friend's mental health.

As they finished their work, packing up and leaving, Quatre stopped to wonder about himself, how much he had changed, surely he couldn't have managed to be the same person he was before Heero was captured, could he?

"Are you sure that you want to do this Mi—"

"It's Zechs, and yes, Noin, I do."

"Zechs. Are you sure that you really want to? Once you start, there is no turning back." Noin questioned, her eyes obscured by the bangs that were swept to left side of her face, her hair tinged blue from years of dying, bleaching, streaking, and highlighting, giving away her rebellious punk and gothic years.

He gave her a pointed look as he replied, "I'm sure, Noin." As they walked down the hall, the walls painted sea foam green and unstained oak doors littered both sides, breaking up the otherwise painful color scheme, Milliardo paused in his train of thought before he asked, "What about you, Noin, are you sure that you want to do this? You don't have to come with me."

"Zechs," She said with a sigh, "I promised myself that I would never leave your side, and I will, always."

Inwardly, he felt like a little boy again digging the toe of his good dress shoes into the dirt, feeling guilty because he had gotten chocolate ice cream on his dress shirt. Lucrezia always had this affect on him, he could never really understand why; in a way, he supposed it was because she always used that tone with him, the same shame-on-you tone most mothers use on their kids, but somehow, he doubted it. Only to himself he would admit that he loved her and her tom-boy no funny business attitude. Silently, he wondered if she knew what he felt for her, if she felt the same, or if she only thought of him as a close friend, because surely, even though coming with him was dangerous if he was ever found out, this was something that only a close friend or a lover would do. And, either way, he was touched and happy that she did, because he didn't think that he could do this alone, and she had always been smarter than he was, even though he was more skilled with a blade and a better fighter overall, she had more dexterity. He would never admit it to anyone else, but to him, she was perfect. Before he could catch himself, he gave his most standard answer for her, "As you wish."

For Noin's part, she didn't care if he loved her or not, just as long as he would let her love him somehow. For Noin, it wasn't about what she got back, but it was what she gave that mattered the most. She wasn't going to fool herself, she knew that she could never survive like this forever, she needed to be loved too eventually, but she knew that he wasn't ready to give her that yet, and wouldn't be ready until his family was avenged, and that was likely to be a long time from now. So she would be content, she would just be his best friend, she would boost his ego and self esteem, she would smile for him and hug him, and be his rock when the world was a storm, when he needed something solid, she would be there. Even if he didn't want it now, she knew that he would eventually, and she knew that he would thank her, and love her, in his own time and that would make it all worth it.

It was to the door at the far end of the sea foam hall that their trip ended at, there they would meet with Treize, who had a secured place in Romefeller and in the military. Noin didn't question why Treize was willingly helping Milliardo, even though the hazel haired royal had been known for being shifty at best and always was after his own personal agenda, she knew that he never helped anyone unless their scheme fit with his own.

'Oz, the Order of the Zodiac, Treize's personal pet army and factory, this is where it will begin...'

When Relena came back, it was clear that she had gone shopping, as she carried in a large, flat yet wide and long, box that barely fit through the door. Once she had propped it up in the corner of the room, she smiled proudly before flouncing over to his place on the nightstand and, after picking him up, she said, "Well, what do you think? I'm making it all myself this time so it'll be exactly how you want it," she paused to reach into one of the pockets that was hidden in the waistband of her skirt and fished out a folded piece of paper, "See, this is what it will look like when it is put together, but I think I'll use different colors than in the picture."

True enough, the picture was of a large doll house, but it was of a more complicated design than his old one, besides the fact that this one had real glass windows that opened a closed, along with real plumbing, not to mention heating, Air conditioning, and lighting, it had nearly twice the floor space and rooms. The fact that Relena wanted to take on something so challenging spoke volumes to Heero and he couldn't help but wonder if she was trying to use it as an excuse to get away from the real world and draw into herself just that much more. The fact that she was laughing and her eyes were dancing with joy didn't go unnoticed by him either as she said, "I'm glad to see that you approve. It will be nice to do something all on our own for once."

Heero inwardly raised an eyebrow, 'So that is what this is about,' he thought with his lip twitching up into a smirk, 'If she isn't careful all of this freedom will go to her head.' He couldn't help but be amused with her, all of her life was spent sheltered and controlled right down to what color her bra would be on any given morning. He was sure that, if she wasn't a princess, she would have rebelled a long time ago. If it was one thing that he had learned in all of his time with Relena, it was how much he had taken his own freedom for granted, when he was young, no one challenged him, no one questioned him, granted, with his old mentor, a sarcastic assassin named Oden, nothing had been as easy as the "everything handed on a plate" life that Relena lead, but at least he was allowed to make his own mistakes, which was something that Relena never had to do.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Relena yawning, which ended in an odd squeak that he was always amused with, before she said, "I'm so tired, but if I go to bed now I won't be able to sleep tonight and Mrs. Dorlain tells me that I will be enrolling in a Private school. Can you believe that Heero? Me, in an actual school, it seems so strange."

In a way, Heero understood what she meant by it being strange; her school years were squandered away with a private tutor while Milliardo had to be sent to a University where he could learn proper etiquette and how to speak and behave as was befitting for the heir of his family. Relena was the second born, and a female, and even though it was sexist and ageist, tucking her away and wasting her potential for anything more than a good wife to someone, and unfortunately for her, "good" meant silent and pretty. Relena would never do well as some old man's "arm jewelry", or some guy's "eye candy". If she had been born on the colonies, and he wasn't the size of a Barbie Doll, he would have swept her up and, even though it was a cruel way to phrase it like that, use her as another eye in the royal circle and, with a face and personality like hers, a voice for their cause, stirring up sympathy among the people-- something that even Quatre can't do.

"Well Heero, I give up," Relena said with a sigh as she sat down on her bed, placing him once again on the nightstand next to the lamp and alarm clock that was stationed there, while he had been deep in his thoughts she had changed into her dusty green nightgown and it appeared that she was getting ready for sleep as she finished pulling her hair into a braid and tucking herself in, "There is just not enough energy left in me to say up any longer. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I'll just use the time to start work on your house, but I don't think that I can stay up any longer." She said as she dropped her head onto her pillow.

'That's fine, Relena, you can sleep,' Heero thought as soon as she cornflower eyes dipped lower and lower until they shut and her breathing evened out.

And, slipping into a dreamland where she was back in her old bed, where Milliardo was laughing and telling her about what his friends did last Wednesday, where her Mother sat on the Piano bench and fiddled with her wedding ring and her Father was down the hall in the study, working away with his advisers on the final drafts for the new road laws for the Wilkimer Province, she dreamed of a boy of modest stature-- only three or four inches taller than herself-- with deep mysterious blue eyes and sleep tousled moss-colored hair.

With Relena resting, Heero quickly set to work; his first challenge being how to get down from the nightstand without waking her up as well as coming up with a way to get back onto it when he was done. Turning his attention to the electrical equipment up their with him, he found that, while the alarm ran on batteries (which Heero was sure that Relena was going to curse into oblivion one day when it failed to wake her up), the small lamp did not and had a cord long enough to reach the outlet that was hidden in the carpet on the floor. Checking to make sure that the lamp was heavy enough that it wouldn't fall on him with his weight pulling on its cord and, satisfied when it didn't budge even when he tried to make it move, he slid down it and reaching the floor with scarcely a sound.

Once on the floor, he did a quick search of the space and making note how the space under the bed was taken up by a large set of trundle drawers and the gaps under both the closet doors and the door leading out into the hall were just barely wide enough that, if he slid and clawed his way under them on his stomach, he could get through if the need ever arose.

Crossing the room to the desk was uneventful but getting up onto the desk proved to be a bit of a challenge, as he required some interesting twists and pulls that made him wish he had spent more time with Trowa mastering the acrobatics that could have been useful when scaling the wicker desk chair. From the seat of the chair, he ended up doing a chin-up on the handle on the desk drawer and kicking with his feet until he caught the minute molding edge with one of them before reaching one of his arms up to grasp the table's top and pushing himself up onto it, rolling on his side until he hit the laptop's keyboard.

Taking a deep breath and slowing his heart beat back into a normal pace after his workout, he sat up and gazed at the laptop's screen and realized a flaw in his plan, it was BIG, Really Big, so big that the "Shift" keys were larger than his shoe size and the letters were the size of his palms.

Deciding that he was going to ignore grammar and punctuation for the time being and walked around to the side of the machine and hit the "on" switch and as he moved back to face the front of the screen, he waited for it to boot up. The only good thing about the laptop was the fact that the "mouse" was a finger pad so he could move it around with relative ease.

With the E-mail program started, he stretched his back, his spine popping blissfully with the movement, as he mentally summarized what he wanted to say so that he could explain as much as he could while using as few words as possible. Glancing back at Relena in the Computer screen light to make sure that she was still fast asleep, Heero started typing,

From Heero,

At Dorlain estate. With Peacecraft daughter. Thinks I'm just a doll. Long story. Send Duo.

With it sent he, after shutting down the computer, shimmied his way back down to the seat of the chair and to the floor before climbing back up the lamp's electrical cord and propped himself up against the alarm clock and settled himself in for a long night.

Duo never thought that the annoying beeping noise from his computer could sound so sweet when he opened that E-mail. His eyes were wide and shining with excitement when he read the first few lines and, by the time that he reached the end, he was yelling for the others to come see it.

And run they did, three sets of feet came charging into the main hall from all different directions. Trowa might have been the first to make into the room, but it was Quatre that managed to ask what was going on. Duo, for his part, couldn't do much more than laugh and jump and scream and point at the screen. Wufei was the first out of the others to read it.

"Well, what does it say?" Quatre questioned, his voice caked with anxiety as he tried not to read over the Chinese man's shoulder.

Wufei gulped, his throat dry and his tongue feeling unnaturally thick and heavy in his mouth, "It's him," Wufei swallowed, "It's Heero," he said as he spun in the chair to face the others, his eyes wild as he stood up and gripped Duo's shoulders and have a victory yell along the braided man, "Heero sent word to us! We know where he is!"

Trowa's head dipped in shock. "He did, is he alright?" the tall auburn haired man asked.

Duo shook his head, "He didn't say anything that we didn't know, except that he's with the Dorlains and the Peacecrafts' daughter. He wants me to go there, though I don't know why yet." He replied.

"The Peacecrafts..." Quatre mused softly, "That must be Relena, I don't think that they had more than two kids, and she was the only girl..."

Trowa, who was curious about the blonde man's thoughts, interrupted him, "Quatre?" Trowa asked.

"Hum? Oh! Sorry... I was just remembering that their daughter's name was Relena," Quatre replied, still trying to wrack his brain into giving him more information, "Oh... shoot... how old is she now? 14...Yeah, I think she's 14 now."

Duo let out a low whistle, "Jail bait." He quipped.

Wufei snorted as he gave Duo's braid a yank, "Don't be an idiot. He is barely a foot tall, something tells me THAT thought is far from his mind at the moment."

"I don't know, eight years is a long time, and being a doll gives you little to do besides thinking," Duo mused jokingly, a saccharine grin spread across his lips, "That's an awful long time to be thinking, even for Heero." At this point, the others just rolled their eyes, deciding to ignore the standard Duo-humor.

"Either way," Quatre continued, "He said for us to send Duo. I'll go charter a flight. Trowa and Wufei, while Duo is busy packing, I need you two to secure information about where the nearest schools to the Dorlain estate and procure Duo an appropriate cover-story."

With curt nods, accepting their orders, Wufei said, "Will do," before turning and leaving the room with Trowa only two steps behind him.

"Man, this is just wild, isn't it?" Duo exclaimed with a sigh, brushing his hangs out of his eyes. "It's like, just a second ago, we were flying like blind bats, hearing but not seeing the way to go, and how it's a full-tilt run because it's a well lit trail with the end clearly in sight."

Quatre smiled, it was strange, but Duo always had a way with words and expressing himself-- something that even Quatre had never been completely able to master. "It is a bit crazy, isn't it? And to think, while we weren't all that far behind, it was Heero who pulled through for us again, giving us all of the answers."

"Yeah, just like old times huh?" Duo grinned.

"Just like old times."

"Well," Duo said after a moment of silence, taking the time to step forward and clap a comforting hand on Quatre's shoulder as he walked past, "I best be getting my things together."

"Right, and, if I don't get the chance to say this before you leave: Duo, good luck." Quatre said with a worried frown pulling at his lips.

"Yeah? Thanks man." And, with that, Duo walked out, closing the door behind him, his hands thrust into his pockets and a whistled tune echoing behind him.

Quatre bowed his head as he stood there alone. His thoughts running in quantum leaps at a time. 'Everything is just falling into place. But I worry that this is just too easy. Romefeller's easy trail, Heero's transformation, The Peacecrafts... It is all too simple, isn't it?' Quatre thought as he looked up challengingly at the computer screen for a moment before walking over and taking a seat, resting his fingertips on the keyboard. 'Why not just kill him and be done with it? Are they trying to prove something? What happens if we can't change Heero back?'

"Well, whatever the case," Quatre said to himself as he started typing, "I'm sure that we can work our way past it somehow."

'...We don't really have much of a choice at this point except to find a way to get past it. I have faith in my friends, and if we all have faith in each other...we can take on anything.'

Well, there you have it, Chapter two. Sorry that it took so long to get finished, but life has this way of exploding on you and... Yeah, yeah, I'll stop blabbing.

Okay! So, here it is! This is the point where you all get to start voting for what I write once I'm done with this fic (Yeah, I know I'm getting ahead of myself, but the sooner I start this up the more votes come around). Down below, there is a list of FanFic ideas that I have that I would very much like to do, but I can never decide which ones I want to do more, that's where you come in, just leave your vote for your favorite Fic-idea in your review (along with what you think of THIS fanfic, please?). Ready? Okay! Start VOTING!

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Prinder

1. I know this has already been done, but I think the person that was originally writing it stopped, and besides that, I plan to put a few new twists to if then she did, I'm thinking about going a Gundam wing/Escaflowne fic; it would have five parts to the full series, the first part would be totally Escaflowne (mostly about how Hitomi gets back to Gaea and about her and Van's son, Aden Folken de Kenzaki-Fanel, long name, I know, and how he got separated from them) "Aden! Aden, where are you?" "I'm over here mummy!".

The second part would be Totally Gundam Wing (this part would be about how Heero discovers the hidden planet, a secret of Odin Lowe, Something that Dr.J left for him and eventually he gets taken to Gaea) "What's this? Cards...? That's what he left in his will for me?".

The third would be about Heero wandering around on Gaea trying to figure some things out and ending up meeting Van and Hitomi and the things that happen because of it "Oh good! You're awake! I was starting to worry about you." "Relena?" "Nope! You're a good guesser though; my name is Celena".

The fourth part is about Relena and the other G-guys trying to find him and somehow stumbling on the answers, and the way to Gaea themselves "How can you just stand there and not be worried about him? HOW? Heero could be lost laying in some cold damp street somewhere dying for all we know and you are all just standing there like it's no big deal!".

The last is the conclusion "Oh my god! HEERO!" she ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck in a great big hug, "I was afraid that I would never see you again! I missed you so much...". Ten votes here

2. This one is completely original on my part and is an AU unlike any other that I know of: Heero, a Bounty-hunter, gets lost in a forest while trying to track down the Infamous thief, Duo Maxwell, and finds himself having to camp inside of a cave with a peculiar stream water flowing within it, after testing it and finding it "safe" to drink, Heero has his fill of it, but, unknown to him, quenching his thirst comes at a high price. He wakes up the next morning in the body of a wolf and finds out that he can only be human if there is no sun OR moon out! And now he has either find a cure, learn how to survive as a being of the forests, or else. "Astor! Shepherd! ...I hate it when they do this... You rotten dogs! Get back here!" "Well, well, look at what we have here boys... a pretty little lady lost and all alone. What do you say missy? Want old Joey and his friends to show you home?" the man snickered. "No! Let go of me! Somebody! Help, HELP!" Seventeen votes here

3. This one is very common, but I'm willing to try my hand at it: Heero loves Duo, but he also loves Relena; and the feelings are mutual from both of them. What is a guy to do? This would be my first attempt at a yoai fic if I decide to do it. "The thing is, should I even try to have something more then just friendship with either of them? I don't want one of them to think that they lost me to the other...so, what do I do?" Four votes here

4. Locked away in a mental institution isn't what she had envisioned what would have happened to Him, him being Heero Yuy, but now, after Relena as seen him there with her own eyes, can she really say that he doesn't belong there? "Damn it, Relena, listen to me! I'm not-- let go of me-- I'm not crazy I tell you, I'm not!" Ten for this one

5. Looking down at the Scrap-yard, she couldn't help but feel more then just a touch of jealousy towards the black-haired blue-eyed ex-oz soldier, Hilde, but also knowing that she wasn't what he needed in his life; she kept her heart out of it, and started working on putting both the Deathscythe pilot and the girl together; even if it killed her. This would be my first Duo-and-Hilde fic. "Ugh! How hard could it possibly be for this MORON to pull his head out of his ASS long enough to see that this chick digs him? I can't believe this!" Three votes here

6. What if Triton Bloom was alive, and he wasn't Trowa? What would No-name do, and think, if he met Cathy's real brother? Would he feel replaced and out-matched compared to the real thing? A Non-romance fic, this is just about family. "You want me to share a room with him?" "Yes, Trowa, I want you guys to share a room. Don't look at me like that! It won't be so bad!" two days later: "HELP! CATHY! Trowa's lost it! I think he's gonna kill me! HELP!" Nine votes for this one already

7. Relena's guards love to work over-time, they never complain, they think they get paid too much for what little they claim to do, they're selfless, gentle, sweet, kind, caring, lovable...Are. You. Nuts? Felina, Jasmine, JinChi, Keanu, and Fiora are anything BUT that and now that the "great and all mighty non-perfect Heero Yuy" is around, they find themselves fighting to keep the jobs that they hate, all while trying to hook the lovebirds up! "Remind me again how it was that we got sweet-talked into this mess?" "If I do recall, it was you who suggested this outlandish idea, Fiora Eleri." "...Thanks for reminding me, why oh why did I want to do this?" "Because you're a hopeless romantic at heart?" "It's either that or she's crazy..." they all looked at each other for a moment before saying, "Crazy." Twenty-one votes for this one

8. What if: Western (the sequel to What if: Myth) what happens when a "city slicker" schemes to buy out a whole town that stands on the world's biggest oil-well in history? The Keepers of Mystic return to the lands of the living again, of course! But, how are they going to be able to reunite when they can't even remember whom they were? And, most importantly, who is who in the times of sharpshooters, outlaws, and "red-skins"? "I don't know who you are and, quite frankly, I just don't care. But, if you think that you're gonna get away without buying a ticket to ride this here train, you got another thing comin'!" Seven votes here

9. It's been done a million times before, but never in a way like this: Gundam Wing Outtakes, these outtakes, unlike most others out there, are geared more toward the funny-serious style that I am known for. "BRIAN! Stop making goggle eyes!" in this 'series' I will be using the names of the American voice actors and be telling of their exploits all through the series as if they really were the Gundam Pilots and all of the other characters. "Piffff! Hahahaha! I'm sorry Cole, I couldn't help it!" My first attempt at pure humor. Seven Votes for this

10. What if Relena never met Heero on that beach? What if she never found out that he was a Gundam Pilot? I'll be going back through the series and rewriting it to find out. What will the outcome be? Was meeting Heero Yuy a major part of her becoming the woman she is today? I hope to try and find out. "What kind of person is he?" Three votes here

11. The Shreens are beings from a distant plant outside of the earth's solar system who are a race of all women who survive by attacking other inhabited planets and stealing all of their men for the use of breeding and for slaves. And now, with Heero presumed dead, it's up to Relena to stop them before it's too late. "Don't you like my pet, Queen Relena? He has the most beautiful eyes. Why don't you come closer, my pet, so that she can see you better hum...?" Shiva said as the large figure that sat by her chair moved into the light. Relena gasped, "Heero!". My first attempt at writing lemons but since doesn't allow those anymore, I'll post the lemon parts to this fic (which aren't all THAT important to the plot) on my website (which is listed in my profile). Ten votes for this one

12. "In other news today: Relena Darlian was shot today at the peace-talks on L4, she was dead on the scene. Relena left behind her brother and sister-in-law and their two-year-old son, Zachary. Relena, if you can hear us up there, we will miss you.... And now for--" Heero turned off the TV and looked over at the cat that lay curled up on the sofa next to him; it was nursing it's single, lonely, kitten. "They didn't mention you, Indigo." the black cat ignored him, but her yellow and orange-striped kitten stopped her suckling to look up at him and mew before going back to her mother's teat. 'Something is very strange about that kitten...' Heero thought. Too bad that he didn't know how right he really was... 'Well that explains a lot.' the kitten thought as she continued to nurse, 'I died that day and then... I was, I was reborn then as, as Indigo's kitten... Poor Heero, I wish I could tell him...' Eleven votes here

13. A request was made that I try to combine Story idea number Six and Seven together. I want to know if anyone else likes this idea. Six votes here

14. An epilogue for What if:Myth Five votes here