Shouri: Heya guys! Okay, this is going to be a part of a mini-series I'm writing that I think I might call Along Came A Spider ... hopefully you guys like. This particular story will have a couple of short chapters, and the plot is based on a true story, like most of the fics I will be writing into the timeline of this mini-series. Unfortunately, this is very slightly out of order. There will be at least one fic that precedes this one in the timeline, so there will be references to previous occurances that are fairly self-explanatory, but that will make more sense once the prequel is up. Don't worry though, I think it can stand alone pretty well. It shouldn't take me too long to get it out, so try to be patient, 'kay? Enjoy!

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ROADTRIP!

Chapter1

Heero stared at his monitor with something like dread on his blank features. He had just spent nearly five minutes running an intricate series of decoding programs over his latest data drop in his email from J. And this was simply… horrifying.

From: J-Kami at scientist. org

To: H-Wing at rampage. com

Subject: Breach

The security at your latest safe house may have been compromised. You and you teammates will relocate to E94-7WK immediately. DO NOT RETRIEVE YOUR GUNDAMS! I will be expecting to hear from you within 12 hours. Take civilian transport. Tardiness will not be tolerated, so do NOT let G's little hellion delay the departure.

J

It was horrible… it was degrading… it was shocking. J had just sentenced him to another… road trip! With MAXWELL! With an almost imperceptible shudder, Heero rises and stalks out of the room into the hall, and turns the corner into the living room.

Surprisingly, Quatre and Trowa are the only ones present, causing Heero to expel the breath he had been unconsciously holding. Trowa looks at him with his one visible eyebrow quirked, his attention stolen from the program he had been watching with the blonde.

"We've been compromised. J orders us to pack up and relocate to the bayou boat by 0923." Heero intones emotionlessly. Quatre looks up with a faint frown.

"Really? Oh dear… how on earth am I supposed to get Sandrock transport ready on such short notice? I'm afraid I've left his booster system in pieces, trying to get it functioning again…" The blonde frets, starting to get up. Heero grunts.

"The Gundams are secure. We are to relocate pilots only, via civilian automobile." The Japanese pilot grunts. Immediately Quatre freezes and Trowa's eyes widen.

"Oh NO! Not again!" The Arabian wails, looking close to tears. Heero nods in confirmation, and Trowa makes a soft noise. Quatre leaps across the room towards the hallway.

"I will NOT let this be a repeat of last time! I absolutely refuse!" Quatre yelps as he dashes for his room.

"Quatre, mon ami, what exactly…" Trowa starts, only to be uncharacteristically interrupted.

"I will be driving! I claim it first, so there!" The blond yelps childishly. Both Heero and Trowa go still in shock.

Just then, the door opens and Duo comes charging in, holding what appears to be a very familiar, very battered sheath. He is giggling most disturbingly and both of the laconic pilots step swiftly and instinctively out of his way as he dashes across the room and shoves said item under the couch. Then with a pleased smile, he bounces towards the kitchen.

"Hey guys! Are there any leftovers from dinner?" He chirps. Heero grunts.

"No. Go pack." Heero half-glares, and then as an afterthought states calmly to Trowa. "He's sitting on your lap this time." Trowa looks as close to shock as he ever has. Duo skids to a halt and tilts his head inquisitively.

"Pack? Lap?" He murmurs.

"We may have been discovered, J has ordered us to relocate." Heero intones. Duo's eyes widen and a grin splits his face.

"Relocate? You mean we're going on a road trip! YAHOO!" Duo whoops as he dashes for his room, nearly colliding with an irate Wufei as the sweaty pilot stomps into the house, his katana gripped in one hand.

"MAX-well…" Wufei starts at a shout, and then trails off as Duo merely slips around him. He watches him head down the hall with increasing discomfort, before looking at the other three questioningly. Trowa is sending Quatre pleading looks which the blonde is uncharacteristically ignoring. Heero is scowling vaguely, but is relatively relaxed as he meets Wufei's gaze. Wufei scrunches his eyebrows. Heero grunts and waves vaguely at the couch.

"What on Earth is Maxwell so… peppy about?" Wufei growls as he stalks over and retrieves his sheath.

"Relocation. Road trip." Heero intones, imbuing his last words with an almost Duo-like inflection of eagerness. Wufei nearly knocks over the coffee table.

"I'll drive!" He says in a choked voice.

"NO! I'm driving! I called it, so nyer!" Quatre sticks out his tongue, before smirking in a disturbingly evil way. Wufei stares blankly.

"But…" Wufei starts, his face pleading. Heero grabs his arm and hauls him up.

"Forget it Chang. You're sitting in back with me." Heero intones. Wufei looks at him with relief blooming across his face.

"You? Not Maxwell?... Acceptable. I shall go bring the car around front." And with that, Wufei rises, his sword still firmly in hand, and stalks back out of the house.

Behind him, Quatre is cackling in a disturbing way as the Arabian tosses various random items from the kitchen into a box.

Shouri: So... what do ya think? bats eyelashes I hope you were mildly amused. It should get better as the the fic goes on. Tell me what you think! I would like some input! Tankiwa! Ja!