A/N: The last of the Food Trilogy. I have never written anything on Zechs and Noin so I decided to give it a try. This is set right after Endless Waltz, when they are flying off to start the Mars Terraforming Project. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Same as the last chapter. I don't own it. (But boy, I wish I did.)

Bacon, Egg, and Pickles

Zechs woke up to the smell of something burning. And since he was currently in a small spaceship headed for Mars, anything burning usually meant something was really, really wrong. He jumped out of bed and followed his nose to locate the source of the smell. As crazy as it seemed, the charred odor appeared to be coming from the kitchen.

Mentally preparing himself for the worst, he opened the door to the kitchen and…was greeted to the sight of Noin cheerfully cooking. What she was cooking, he really couldn't tell. He took a guess that one of the pans on the stove held bacon, and judging by the way Noin was busy scrambling something in the other pan, she had to be making eggs as well.

Zechs soon discovered that the burnt smell was coming from slices of bread that had been mercilessly thrown into the depths of a hell called a toaster. They were so black and dry that he had a feeling that if someone bit into it, it would immediately turn into a fine black powder. And was she sticking pickles on the pseudo-toast?

As if the pickles and toast wasn't a strange combo already, she took a few slices of bacon and some of the eggs and added it to the pickles and toast to make a sandwich.

"Noin, what on Earth Sphere is that?"

"Zechs, I didn't hear you come in!" she exclaimed, startled at the sudden intrusion. "Did you have a good nap?"

"It was fine until my nose woke me up. I thought you were going to man the controls?"

Noin grinned sheepishly. "I got hungry and set it on autopilot while I made a snack."

"I see. But just what kind of snack are you making?" he persisted.

He was answered by a soft chuckle. "Oh, this? Just an improved version of a snack I was introduced to by those boys with the Gundams. While on the Peacemillion the boys got bored and decided to make pickles and toast. At the time Heero was helping me with systems maintenance and Duo came to bring him a sampling of the concoction, except that Duo replaced the pickles with jalapeños. You can imagine how that went."

Zechs had a rough idea of 01's reaction and chuckled at the thought. It probably included his infamous death glare and various threats of death. Or he could have easily recognized the jalapeños and somehow force it down 02's throat instead. Either way, it was sure to be comical. "I'm sorry I missed it. That sounds very entertaining," he said.

"Oh it was. I was—am still—sad that you weren't there to see it," Noin said quietly.

"Noin…" he couldn't say anything. There was nothing to say.

But she quickly brightened. "Well, you're here now, so there's no use trying to get over a burned bridge." She finished her sandwich and went back to the control room. As she headed out the door she said, "You might want to enlist the services of a comb. The "bed head" look doesn't become you."

Zechs took her advice to heart and headed for the bathroom and the comb. He looked in the mirror and was surprised at just how ridiculous his hair looked; the curse of sleeping long hair without restraining it.

He was glad Noin pointed it out for him. That's how she always was, his ever-helpful right hand man. And yet, when she needed him, wasn't there for her and that would always haunt him. But she stuck it out for him till the end, something no one had ever done for him. She even risked her own life for him. Why, he would never know, but he was grateful to her, more than grateful. That was why he loved her.

Fin

A/N: Well, that was it. I hope you liked it. For fans of Wings, I am currently working on fiction to present to you; however, it will be a prequel of sorts. I actually have 2 chapters written and in the process of chapter three. I won't post them until I have completed chapter 3 though. Why? To motivate me to not abandon it. Until next time. Mission Complete.