A/N: I feel so ashamed for even doing this. I mean how long has it been? I am so sorry! It's been hard for me to get to a computer and when I do I end up with writer's block. Not to mention that I am now in college and am trying to adjust to it. And I will not lie….but Gaia has become a big part of my life. SO WE ALL KNOW WHO THE CULPRIT IS! I've been ramming my brains over and over again trying to choose which fanfic to update…and I guess I choose this one for now. So, please forgive me in all my glory. I've been a bad author!

Disclaimer: I do not own GS/GSD. For if I did, then I would be getting a ton of hate mail right now.

NOTES: Interviewers actions are in intalics.

Pchu finds a seat close to the back of the largely seated room of stars. There wasn't much that she could do now since the Awards show had just started.

"I guess I'll just have to wait until commercial." She muttered.

At this point, THE BOSS had started to make his long winded speech about what to expect to see during the Awards Program. He listed some of the special Actors and Actresses who will be making their appearance on stage, what kind of awards were being presented, and blah…blah…blah…blah…blah.

Pchu was dozing off. Boy was her boss boring.

"Pchu! Pchu WAKE UP!"

"What? I didn't wet my bed!" She shouted.

Many people seating near her stared at her.

"Hehehe…" She blushed.

"PCHU!"

"WHAT?"

"What are you doing? It's commercial time. Find someone to interview!"

"Oh, fine! Just hold on a sec."

"Well you only have 30 SECONDS!"

Pchu blanched.

"Uhm….uhm." Pchu was at a lost. There was no one in sight to interview…'I'm screwed!'

"Excuse me!."

Pchu whirled around.

"Excuse me, miss. My limo just got here so I'm pretty much late. Can you please show me to my seat?"

Pchu stared at her.

"Uhm, miss?"

"You're Murrue Ramius aren't you?"

"Why yes, yes I am." She smiled kindly at her.

"OMG! MURRUE! I'M LIKE YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

Sweatdrop.

"OMG…omg…omg." Pchu tried to calm herself down.

"Are you okay, miss?" Murrue asked slightly concerned.

"Of course I am. But let me ask you something. So, how was it?"

"How was what?" Murrue was completely puzzled.

"Who know…."

"Know I don't know."

"Well if I can recall, you and Mwu La Flaga were an item right?" Pchu's eyes gleamed.

"Uh, yes…I guess you can say that." Murrue responded slowly.

"So then, how was it?"

"How was what?" She asked blankly.

"Oh come on. Don't tell you don't know what I'm talking about?" Pchu asked incredulously.

"I'm sorry I don't."

"Was the sex good or not?"

Murrue froze. It wasn't for another second that she began to talk.

"E…ex…cuse……me?"

"I mean come one. You two must have hit it off right in the park right after he confessed his love for you. You were seen kissing each other. Who knows what happened? Especially since they always like to edit out the good parts in the American versions."

"I…I….don't….know….what you're…t-talking about." Murrue stammered looking side to side for a way out.

"Was it good?" Pchu asked with much enthuasiasm.

"What?" Murrue's voice was getting smaller.

"Well it must have been. And I certainly do hope so since it was last you'll ever get. It's a shame he died." Pchu still wore a smile on her face.

Murrue's eyes began to water and she was letting out sobs.

"There, there…it won't be the last time you'll ever have sex." Pchu began to pat her on the back.

"What's going on here?"

Pchu looked up to see Andrew Waltfeld walking in late as well for the show. She beamed at him for her mind was scheming with wonderful questions to ask him.

"Well, well, well. Andrew Waltfeld. Did you arrive here with Murrue this evening?"

"Yes, I did. But, what's the matter with her? Murrue, why are you crying?"

Murrue just kept sobbing. Her words were hard to make out.

"Oh, she's just crying because she's starting to fully understand that'll never get as good as sex ever again. Especially since Mwu La Flaga is dead."

Andrew's face fumed.

"What! You said that to her!"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"That's just uncalled for! She really loved him and you based their relationship on sex alone!" He began to pat Murrue on the back. This didn't go unnoticed by Pchu.

"You must be really close to Murrue."

"Well I'm not just gonna stand by and let this happen to her."

"You're absolutely right. You two will make the perfect couple."

"Wait a minute…I didn't…"

"Don't need to say a word Mr. Waltfeld. I understand. However sad Mwu's death worse, it must have also been a relief to you as well. What with having Murrue all to your self now."

"What? I never…"

"Is that true?"

Pchu and Andrew looked at Murrue. She had finally stopped crying.

"No…no it's not true. I don't…"

"So all this time you really didn't care about Mwu's death?" Murrue's voice became stronger.

"Of course I do. But…"

"You've just been coaxing with me and trying to make me feel better just so I would have SEX with you!" Murrue was half yelling.

"What? NO! I don't want to have sex with you!"

"So, you're saying I'm UNNATTRACTIVE!" Murrue was really steaming now.

Pchu's thirty seconds had long been up and everyone in the room was staring at the bickering couple in the back. They were starting to whisper amongst themselves about the situation at hand.

"Uh, PEOPLE PEOPLE!" THE BOSS was trying to regain everyone's attention so that he would be able to proceed with the program. But his voice was being overcastted for Pchu was still had the microphone pointing at Murrue and Andrew.

"I DO THINK YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE!"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!"

"Because…."

"Well?"

"Uh, I WOULD LIKE TO START OUT TODAY'S PROGRAM WITH THE PRESENTATION FOR THE BEST OPENING THEME SONG OF GUNDAM SEED."

The audience continued to ignore THE BOSS.

"Well…" Andrew began.

"AND PRESENTING THE AWARD TONIGHT WILL BE NONE OTHER THAN…"

"Just come out with it for crying out loud!"

"…MWU LA FLAGA!"

"ALRIGHT I DO WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!" Andrew bellowed not hearing what the host just said.

Everyone gasped.

"Oh, this is going to be good." Pchu stated wide-eyed.

"WHAT!"

Everyone turned to look at the stage. Standing there was Mwu La Flaga furious beyond reason.

"Correction, this is good." Pchu added with a huge grin.

"Mwu!" Murrue gasped. "I-I thought you were…dead.!"

"Honestly Murrue it's just a TV show! Didn't you read the script for next season?" Oh, he was definitely fuming.

"Oh…uhm. Must have slipped my mind." Murrue blushed.

"HEY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

Everyone looked to Andrew for he was trying to sneak away from all seeing eyes. But everyone's attention went back up to the stage once Mwu continued on with his bellow.

"I'VE ONLY BEEN GONE FOR A WEEK'S VACATION AND YOU'RE ALREADY PUTTING THE MOVES ON MY GIRL!"

"No! It's not like that!" Andrew tried to protest.

"YOU! YOU NO GOOD…"

Everyone watched as Mwu stepped down from the stage.

"BACKSTABBING…"

They all stared as he walked down the aisle.

"SEX SCHEMING, OVERZEALOUS, ASS OF A PIG CO-ORDINATOR!"

The whole world seemed to stop as Mwu flexed his arm, pulled it back and sprung it forward where it collided with Andrew's face. And the whole world got to see on TV as Andrew Waltfeld twirled on the spot and fell to the ground.

And of course…Murrue screamed.

Followed by Mwu tossing his microphone aside and diving headfirst onto the floor starting to beat the crap out of Andrew.

"MWU! NO!" Murrue screamed.

And of Pchu just stood there and stared in wonder at another job well done.

"Wow, and I thought I had it bad."

Pchu turned around to find none other than Athrun Zala standing right behind her. He was enthralled by the enraged fist fight on the ground.

THE BOSS stood there completely in shock from what happened. Having given up on getting the audiences attention, he turned to the camera crew people and shouted. "COMMERCIAL!"

"Pchu! PCHU!" The voice yelled in her ear through the earpiece.

"What now? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" Pchu frowned but then regained her smiled as the fight raged on.

"Pchu, it's commercial time. That means, DO YOUR JOB!"

"Oh." Pchu smiles as she turns around to interview her next victum.

A/N: Uhm, I'm so confused. I hope that wasn't too lame for you all seeing as it took me months just to come up with something extremely pathetic. Poor Andrew…but Murrue should have read the script properly. I wonder who must suffer next? Hehehehe.