Sutoomu: The day is good! Trowa's better, I'm well rested, the fifth chappie is up and running...uh, being read. Yay! Anyways, here is the next chappie...

Wufei: You forgot the disclaimer.

Sutoomu: Oh right. I'm sorry, heheh. I was busy making the sandwiches for the picnic...disclaimer time!

Disclaimer: I, Sutoomu(Storm), do NOT own Gundam Wing in any way. None at all. This fanfiction was made purely for fun, and does not get me money in any way. Besides, it's not as though I have any money to be sued for...

Duo: Too true. /walks over carrying a gigantic container of juice/ Oh, don't forget, Heero doesn't like pickles any more.

Sutoomu: He doesn't/pauses in surprise/ But I thought he loved them...

Duo: He did, until he went and he ate my pickle ice cream. Won't touch the things now. But load my sandwich with them, okay, Storm?

Sutoomu: Sure. Read on and enjoy the chappie while we finish making the picnic meal.

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"We don't," Trowa said. Link chuckled inside as he looked at the taller boy. Oh, so he did speak. That was good.

"Where're my ocarinas?" Link repeated his earlier question, eager to get back the ocarinas he had received as gifts from Saria and Zelda.

"What're ocarinas?" Duo asked, scrunching up an eye comically at the word.

They didn't know what an ocarina was! Wherever he was, it was weird and different. He decided to attempt to describe it. "It's an oval shaped wooden thing with a spout attached and holes in it. Looks sort of like a flute, but not quite."

"Oh, that's an ocarina!" Quatre obviously recognized his description. "Trowa and I were wondering what it was." He blinked. "I'm still wondering what it is."

"Can I have them?" he begged. "Please. They're very special gifts from two very special friends. Very important to me."

"No," Heero said. He spoke, too, it seemed.

"We already checked it over, Heero," Quatre said. "It's not a weapon or dangerous." And he turned and left, hopefully to get his ocarinas. There was a silent moment as the four left stared at him, tied and trusselled on the bed.

Link tried to shift to ease his aching shoulder and grimaced as a shot of pain flew through his muscles. The rope cut a bit into his skin as he jerked when it hit him. He relaxed, painfully, and looked up. "You think I could sit up or something? My back is killing me!"

They looked at each other and Duo spoke. "C'mon, Heero…," he whined.

"He would have restraints on his legs still and there are no weapons available," Trowa commented. "And we would be here at all times."They shared a look, and finally, Heero nodded. Duo bounced over, but Heero grabbed him and pulled him back protectively, approaching Link himself. Link sighed in relief as the pull on his wrists was relieved and the pressure on his chest gone. He sat up, rubbing his wrists to get the circulation going again. Heero glared at him, seeming annoyed that he hadn't tried anything. Link figured, why should he? They were being civil and nice enough. At least there was no torture and pain involved.

Quatre came back with two small wooden things in his hands. He handed them to Link, who took them gladly and fingered them. One was a light tan, the other a light blue. Link closed his eyes and raised the tan one's spout to his lips. Blowing lightly, he produced a sweet, high note, pure and clear. Quatre and Trowa smiled, and Heero seemed to relax somewhat as he realized no one had been hurt or destroyed or hit by darts. Link had only seen a blowpipe dart kill a man once. The Gerudo Maiden's used them, but only rarely.

Link had an incredible longing to play Saria's Song and talk to his childhood friend, but he knew that these five would react to it strongly, whether good or bad. And he did not want to fight these five. Maybe, if he warned them…no, it would have to wait until he was alone. He settled for playing a simple and random tune, not one of the twelve magical ones he had learned from friends. It was a short, jester's song, taught to him by an aging fiddler from Termina. He suspected it had some sort of calming powers, but the old fiddler had never told him. He set it in his lap when he was finished and looked up at them.

"That's what it sounds like, Trowa," Quatre said. They must have been discussing his instruments earlier.

"So how did you get here, Link?" Duo asked.

"I'm not sure. The last thing I remember is pulling the Sword from the stone in the Temple of Time. I knew I would grow up, but I never expected to end up here…wherever it, uh, is."

"You were the child we watched in that market?" Wufei asked. "The one who pulled out the sword…"

"Yes," Link nodded. "I was ten years old. Seven years of my life passed when I pulled it out, as happens normally."

"Happens normally?" Duo asked. "You always grow seven years when you pull it out?" Link nodded and Duo whistled.

"And go back in Time seven years when I put it back," Link added. "Is the Sword safe? I need to know if it's alright."

"All your things are safe and together," Quatre told him.

"Maybe…maybe Time got messed up when you pulled out the sword," Wufei mused. "How will you get back?"

Link was silent for a moment. "I don't know. But I know someone who does." He looked up. "The only thing is, I don't want you to panic when I contact her. I have the feeling you don't believe in magical abilities."

"You can do magic?" Wufei raised an eyebrow sceptically.

Link shook his head. "No. I can't do magic, but I know people who can. And some of my items are magically enchanted." They stared at him again. "Look. I really want to get home. All I can ask is that you don't kill me." And he raised the ocarina back to his lips and began playing Saria's Song. He heard a gasp, but didn't know who from, as the green magical leaves of the forest whirled around him, buffeted by an invisible wind. It enveloped him, flowing through his hair and breathing on his skin, and he felt alive. The feel of the forest came into him, and he was grateful to it. He played the last note and the wind and leaves vanished, drifting away.

"What…the…hell!" Duo exclaimed.

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Sutoomu: Review, please, first thing I'll say/spreads a checkered sheet ont he ground. chuckles at the black and grey...Duo's blanket, obviously/

Duo: Mmmmm...fooood...

Quatre: Wait, Duo. /takes out the food with Storm and sets it out as Wufei restrains a drooling Duo/ Okay, let's eat

Duo: FOOD/yells as everyone sits down and they begint he meal of sandwiches and...stuff.../

Sutoomu: Okay, go on to the next chappie while we eat, and I'll meet you there. /waves bai at the readers/