Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. And anyone who thinks I do has obviously been drinking too much of 'Upscale British' Quatre's tea (long story, don't ask).
Author's Notes: My friend and I got to talking and we wondered what the pilots Christmas letters to Santa would look like and then VIOLA! This was born from the mayhem. Never mind the fact that they all probably don't believe in Santa. Let us fan girls have our moments, thank you.
Oh and another thing. I am NOT on drugs. Thank you.
Warnings: Major stupidity! Christmas cheer. Author probably drunk on eggnog but that's what makes things fun anyways.
'On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight million dollars.'
Professor G sat in an office chair in the dark, sparsely furnished room, staring with rapt attention at one of the eight television sets set up on a single table along the wall of the room. The entire room was empty save for six chairs, a table and the eight televisions. The only light in the room came from the TVs' screens and each of them seemed to be showing a different room of the gundam pilots' current place of residence.
The particular television that had caught Professor G's attention showed a very tired looking Duo collapsing on the couch in the living room of the safe house Professor G had sent him to.
Professor G chuckled at the tired pilot. It seemed that O's 005 had tired Duo out, he though in amusement. Their little experiment with the five pilots was turning out to be highly amusing, if he did say so himself. It seemed as if every day they came up with new ways to prove their true age to the Scientists, and G couldn't find it funnier.
Professor G then turned his attention to another screen which showed Master O's subject in his room, wrapping a bandage around his forehead. Professor G made a mental note to taunt O on how 002 had left a mark on 005 without even really trying. It was a proud day in his book.
Behind him, G could hear footsteps walking up to stand behind him and G sighed, peeling his eyes away from the television screens to look over and see Doctor J looking over his shoulder.
"How is our interesting little test progressing?" Doctor J asked with a coy smile, while his eyes immediately zeroed in on his subject to watch as Heero disassembled and cleaned out his gun in the safe house dining room.
Professor G chuckled and looked back at the screens. "Well, mine is adapting well. As expected." He said, with a boastful tone to his voice at how well 002 was doing in the test. "He has blended into his environment without trouble."
"Stop bragging G." Doctor J said in exasperation, while leaning down to look at the screens. "Plus, it seems as if he is causing more problems than he is helping."
Professor G huffed angrily and shrugged. "But at least mine is co-mingling and attempting to fit in."
Doctor J growled and snapped, "Just hand over the reports."
Professor G just laughed and picked up a manila folder that was sitting off to the side of the television in front of him and passed it to J, who immediately started flipping through the file, making noises of disapproval every so often. Finally, after a couple of moments, he snapped the file shut and tossed it onto the desk. "Hmph, it seems 004 is being the most productive." He commented unhappily.
"As expected, but I can assure you that it wont end that way." Professor J said, with a secretive smile on his face.
Doctor J raised an eyebrow and glanced over at G. "What do you mean by that?" He asked with interest.
Professor G chuckled and shrugged. "I'm just saying that 002 shows the most potential for progress in this small training exercise. After all, this is just to test how well they can adapt to living for prolonged periods of time with others."
It was right about this point that Instructor H entered the room with a coy smile on his face. "What? Are we talking about our little game in which my subject is winning?" He asked with a smile.
Doctor J laughed and turned his attention back to the television screen, which showed Wufei and Duo out in the living room where Duo was lounging on the couch, attempting to ignore Wufei, who was yelling down at him angrily about something. He then turned his eyes back to Instructor H and smiled. "Why yes we are. We were just discussing who has the most potential to win this little test."
Instructor H just snorted and sat in one of the office chairs. "Why even bother discussing it. 004 has always been the best at identifying with others and is already ahead in this trial." He stated confidently.
"Oh? Are you so sure about that?" Professor G asked slyly. "If my memory is correct 002 has always been the best at blending into a crowd."
"But it takes more than 'blending in' to succeed at this." Instructor H shot back. "And overall, if anyone is the best in crowds it's -"
"003. After all, he did live for a while in a circus." Doctor S said, stepping into the room along with Master O to interrupt Instructor's statement.
Doctor J just chuckled and shock his head. "I don't think what 003 did hardly counted as fitting in." He commented.
"Ah, but it was a circus. You are never supposed to fit in there." Doctor S stated defensively.
Master O just laughed and looks down at S with a disdainful look. "Is that the best excuse you have? But anyway, on a more serious note, I believe you all to be wrong. 005 is the best suited in this situation because he knows how to remain true to his training even in times like this."
Doctor J glared up at O and snarled, "Are you trying to hint that mine can't do the same?"
Master O just waved off his comment and stated, "No, not at all. All I'm saying is that your's already had one slip up in the past and also mine knows how to remember his training and yet still remain balanced."
Professor G let out a bark of laughter. "Balanced? Pfft. 002 has all the balance he needs, whatever that means. But the fact of the matter is that my subject is going to come out on top of this test." He stated, confidently.
Instructor H looked over at G with an eyebrow raised. "Hm? Is that so?" He asked questioningly. "If you are so confident, what do you say to a small wager?"
"Like what?" Professor G asked with interest.
"Yes, you have me curious H. What is it that you mean?" Doctor J asked, leaning in further to hear better along with the other Scientists.
Instructor H chuckled and crosses his arms, leaning up against the desk. "What I mean, is that we have a bit of a bet on who's pilot will come out the best in this competition. At the end we will all vote on who did the best, except we won't be able to vote for our own."
Doctor S looked over at H with an interested look in his eyes. "And what shall the winner get?" He asked.
Instructor H looked thoughtful and tapped his chin. "I'd say eight million dollars is a fair bet."
Master O sniffed in contempt. "Mere pocket change."
Professor G looked over at O with an amused expression. "What's this O, afraid you'll lose?"
"I wouldn't count on it G." He shot back.
"Alright, then it's settled." Instructor H said, clapping his hands. "Whoever's pilot does the best aiding, blending into and performing in the set environment is the winner."
"Wait." Doctor S says, capturing all the other Scientists' attention. "Let's say we make it a bit more interesting?"
Doctor J looked over at S in confusion. "Interesting? What do you mean?"
"Like, make it a bit more than just stuck together in a house." He said, an idea forming in his head as he spoke.
"Alright, now you've caught my attention. How would we do that?" He pressed.
A wide smirk came over Doctor S's face as he continued, "By trapping them all in the same room with one another, with no food, no electricity and no heat, for a period of time to see how they react. To see who will keep calm and level headed."
Master O laughed outright at this. "I'm liking this idea of yours, because it is obvious that 005 will do the best, but I'm confused as to how you will do it." He stated, the other Scientists making noises of agreement.
If at all possible, the smirk on Doctor S's face became even wider. "Ah, it will be explained all in good time." He explained with a devious smile on his face.
Professor G laughed and rolled his chair over to a computer off to the side of the room and began to type furiously on the keyboard.
Doctor J laughed at S's explination. "But we shall bring them closer together in this wonderful time of Christmas."
All the other Scientists nodded with large smiles on their faces. Each of them already planning how they would spend their eight million dollars come Christmas Day.
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Yes that's right, I've finally returned from my prolonged vacation on this story. I got my Christmas spirit back with avengance. I've already started on the next three chapters!
This one took a bit longer than expected because I just couldn't figure out which Scientist went with which pilot and it held me up a bit, but I finally got it. Also, I would like to extend an appology to the Gundam Wing community in general because I could not for the life of me remember what the Scientists's personalities were. So I winged it and gave them personalities like their corosponding pilots. Yes. I know. I fail at life. But you must forgive me because this chapter plays a serious role in the next day, which is going to be freaking awesome!
And incase you didn't know: Doctor J - Heero, Professor G - Duo, Doctor S - Trowa, Instructor H - Quatre, and Master O - Wufei.
Oh, And I'm sorry for how short this one is. I just didn't want to make it any longer because that would make it seem drawn out and icky. But I promise the next one will be longer!
But I'd like to thank all of you for putting up with me and actually reading my eye cancer inducing jumble of words. Love ya'! And merry late Christmas!