Disclaimer– I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters.
AN– Sorry for the long wait. Thank you to everyone who's read this. In this story, same sex marriages are legal and not a big deal. Also you don't need licenses, blood tests, nor is there any waiting periods and things like that.
Warnings-- Language, characters OOC, male/male, sexual situations

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According to an inside source, Yuy, 23, wed Barton, 17, late last night. The wedding reportedly happed in the presidential suite that Yuy has been staying in for the last two weeks. Earlier in the night the two were seen drinking in the hotel bar where Barton was illegally working. Not much more is known about Barton except that he's a senior at Park High School. The question on everyone's mind is when did this pairing happen? Have they been sneaking around and got caught? Until yesterday, Yuy was rumored to be romantically linked to Relena Peacecraft. At this time attempts to talk to Yuy, Barton or the justice of the peace who married them has failed. For full story see page 3B.

It was a mistake. Had to be. Heero looked at the paper to make sure his regular paper hadn't been misplaced with a tabloid. Unfortunately it hadn't been. He refused to believe that he was married to some stranger. A seventeen-year-old stranger at that. It has to be a mistake, he told himself. But how do you marry someone by accident? Heero's eyes glared suspiciously at the picture of Trowa. That's if it was an accident. Could this possibly be some joke or revenge? Or was this some elaborate setup ending in him being blackmailed? Was this Trowa going to claim that he was raped or forced into the marriage? This wouldn't be the first time someone tried some elaborate scheme to get something out of him. But this was the first time that there was a possibility of success. How much is this going to cost me in the end, Heero wondered. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He looked toward the door but didn't say anything just in case it was reporters.

"Heero, I know you're in there. Open up."

Hearing the familiar voice of his uncle, Heero went and opened the door. Jay walked in and looked at him.

"I take it you've seen the paper?"

"Yes. It's trash and I'm considering suing them."

"Not so fast Heero."

"The last thing I need now is some newspaper printing these lies." Heero said. "They're not even trying to provide proof. There's no pictures or eyewitnesses except for their 'source.' Where's the marriage certificate? How convenient that they haven't talked to whoever married us."

"Are you absolutely positive that you didn't marry this Barton kid?"

Heero looked at Jay like he had sprouted another head.

"I don't even know him."

"Have you even looked at the picture?"

"I've looked. He's unfamiliar."

"Look again."

Heero didn't see the point in looking at the picture again but did it anyway.

"Nothing. Looking at it again isn't going to..." he said trailing off as something suddenly clicked into place. "Shit. The waiter."

Except for his hair, which in the picture was covering half of his face, nothing about him was different.

How in the hell didn't I realize it the first few times I looked at the picture?

You were to damn drunk last night to pay attention to his face.

"And you were so angry."

Angry? Huh? Heero realized that he hadn't been paying attention as Jay kept talking.

"What did you just say?" he asked.

"You and Barton had a small argument. I was taking a phone call outside at the time but a waiter filled me in on what happened. Basically he nearly spilled some drinks on you and you laid into him for being drunk on the job. Words were exchanged and you threatened to have him fired."

I threatened to have him fired. Did I go through with the threat? Suddenly Heero's revenge scenario didn't seem so paranoid.

"But the next thing I know the two of you were having drinks together."

"We were drinking together?"

"Yes. I couldn't believe it myself."

First they had words and then they were drinking together. Heero shook his head slightly. None of this made any sense. Everything that Jay said happened was totally out of character for him.

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"You seemed to be having a good time. Trust me, you needed it."

Heero gave him a glare that warned him that now was not the time to joke. Heero's patience was wearing thin. Jay took the warning and shrugged his shoulders.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Issue a statement denying the marriage."

"That's not such a good idea, at least not until you find out if it's true or not."

"Our response will be no comment. Say it's from an insider. Maybe that'll force someone to provide evidence of the marriage or lack there of." Heero stated. "And find out whatever you can about this Barton kid. If my name is going to be mixed up with his, I want to know about him."

"I'll get right on it." Jay said and left.

Heero let out a low sigh and turned toward the window. Could he be absolutely sure? Of course not. Most of last night was a blurry mess. He let out a few curses. The last thing he needed now was this mess, especially not when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

"Mr. Yuy." his secretary said interrupting his thoughts.

"Yes."

"Ms. Peacecraft is on line one. She says it's urgent."

"I'm busy. Take a message and then hold the rest of my calls."

Relena would just have to wait until he felt like dealing with her. Despite what the paper said, Heero was not and would never be in a relationship with her. Now if he could only convince Relena of that. She was convinced that they belonged together and that he was just "shy." Heero would call himself a lot of things but shy wasn't one of them. Truth was he never totally rejected her because he was in the middle of a business deal with her father. Relena was her fathers "precious little princess" so he didn't want to jeopardize the deal by upsetting her. Right now he needed to focus on damage control.

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Married. Married? MARRIED! As in husband and wife...um husband. As in I do. As in legally wed. To Heero Yuy. Who the hell was that anyway? He didn't know anyone named Heero Yuy. Although that brown hair... No. It was impossible. He didn't marry anyone. He would remember getting married. Right?

Wrong. You can't remember much of last night. Who knows what you got up to?

Trowa groaned miserably. This had to be a nightmare. He was going to wake up any second and laugh at how stupid it all was.

"Trowa are you okay?"

He ignored the question and straightened up as he realized that he was still bent over the bushes he threw up in. Duo handed him a bottle of water so he took it and drunk it. He narrowed his eyes at Duo and suddenly remembered all of the practical jokes he had pulled on him.

"Ok, you've had your fun. Ha ha you've got poor Trowa, now let it go."

"We had nothing to do with this Trowa." Quatre said. "I was shocked when I saw the paper. This isn't you trying to get us back for all the pranks we have pulled on you?"

"No."

"How is it that you didn't know anything about this?" Duo asked.

"Lots of alcohol." Trowa mumbled. "I don't even know who this Heero is."

"Heero Lowe Yuy, adopted son of Odin Yuy, though rumors lean toward biological, and wife Helena. He's a computer genius. He founded Lowe Tech at sixteen then sold, again rumors say he was forced, to Yuy Unlimited at eighteen. That one sale made him a millionaire and golden boy of the family." Quatre stated as if he was reading it.

He noticed Trowa and Duo looking at him strangely so he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"People talk a lot at my father's parties. Anyway, last I heard he had been named the heir and is being groomed to take over when his grandfather retires in the next year or so."

Trowa didn't care about any of that. What he wanted to know is how he ended up married. He doubted this Heero would have consented to marrying a stranger unless he was psycho or drunk. Trowa prayed for the latter but with his luck lately the odds were against him. So that left him with the question of what kind of inept person would marry two obviously drunk people.

"Maybe it's a mistake." Duo said breaking into his thoughts.

It was possible but not probable. If he hadn't woken up naked next to Heero maybe he could have believed it. But what were the odds of the newspaper mistakenly announcing your marriage to the person you spent the night with? Trowa sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Sitting here doing nothing wasn't going to help him. It was time to go get some answers to his questions.

Trowa didn't even have to hunt down Jeremy. He had no doubt that he was the papers supposed inside source. Knowing that he was in high school was a tip off. Jeremy's cousin was one of Trowa's classmates so Jeremy happened to see Trowa one day when he picked his cousin up. At first Trowa had been sure that Jeremy would tell, but he never did. If any of the managers had known, they wouldn't have let him work there. The Grand View was an upscale hotel and would never risk the scandal of having an underage bartender. The smirk on Jeremy's face when he saw him just cemented his suspicion. Trowa grabbed his shirt and shoved him against the wall.

"You fucking asshole, why did you do it?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked smirking again.

"The drinks. Yuy. The papers."

"Don't try to blame this on me Trowa. That's your name and picture in the paper."

"So you're going to deny having anything to do with this?"

"Yes, but let's just say that I did. Did I force you to drink those drinks? No. Did I tell you to get cozy with a customer? No. Did I make you leave with him? Marry him? Hell no. This is your fuck up. Own up to it."

Trowa let him go. What Jeremy said was true. In the end this was totally his own fault. Besides, the damage was already done.

"By the way, you're fired."

"What?"

"You're fired." he said obviously taking joy in telling him this. "Inappropriate behavior with customers and underage. Did you really think management would let you stay?"

Damn it! Trowa hadn't even entertained the idea that he could get fired. Why didn't someone just shoot him and end his torment already? He went to walk off but Jeremy grabbed his arm.

"Tell me something before you go Trowa. Were you really drunk last night or did you see a chance to make some money and took it?"

Jeremy never even had a chance to try to avoid the fist that came at him. And Trowa didn't stick around to see him hit the ground. The next person Trowa decided to talk to was Heero. That's why he was currently standing across the street staring at the newly built headquarters of Yuy Unlimited. He didn't want to be there but Heero was the only one who could help him clear up this mess. The one good thing that came out of his talk with Jeremy was the fact that he was once again convinced that they hadn't been married. There was absolutely nothing to support the notion that there had been a marriage. Simply sleeping together didn't equal marriage. It just meant that they were drunken idiots. Unfortunately, the front of the building was swarming with reporters. Trowa shook his head slightly. There was no way he was up to dealing with them. He lowered his head so no one would recognize him and walked off.
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Hours later, Heero was still working when Jay returned.

"I did what you told me to."

"What did you find out?"

"He's seventeen, a student at Park High School. He's an okay student but excels at math. Not too many friends, keeps to himself and stays out of trouble. He works at a bakery and lives in a small apartment over it. That's about it. There's not much on this kid."

"What about his family? His childhood?"

"Nothing. As far as the government is concerned, he's a legal adult. The earliest thing I could find is from four years ago when he registered for school."

"There has to be something. He had to put something on his file for school."

"He did. He stated that he moved around a lot so he was home schooled. Maybe if I do a deeper background check something will come up though. It might take some time. His moving around could be because his family was in the military or seasonal workers."

"Do it."

"There's something else."

"What?"

"I bumped into Jonah from legal. He wants to talk to you about Barton."

"What about him?" Heero asked without thinking.

Jay looked at him but didn't say anything. Heero narrowed his eyes.

"You might as well tell me."

"He says that there's a possibility, a very slim one, that Barton will be entitled to some of your money. And since there's no pre-nup..."

"For a day of marriage?" he asked interrupting.

"Jonah says it's not likely but he wants to be prepared just incase. And he advised you not to go anywhere near the kid. Any and all communication should go through the lawyers."

Damn it, Heero thought. This mess was just getting worse. There was no way in hell he was going to let this kid get any of his hard earned money.

"Did you hear me Heero?" Jay asked when he noticed him not paying attention.

"I heard you. I'll stay away from the kid."
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Instead of going straight home, Trowa took a long walk. He was still mad at Jeremy for insinuating that he was a gold digger. Trowa had done a lot in his life but using someone for their money wasn't one of them. Jeremy aside, he still hadn't dealt with this whole marriage thing. He needed to talk to this Heero guy but it was nearly impossible with the press around. He didn't need to give them any more gossip about their so-called marriage. Trowa was going to have to figure out a way to get to him without anyone else knowing. He made it to the bakery and quickly looked around to make sure no reporters were around before he went upstairs. It was only a matter of time before they found out where he lived. But until then he would enjoy the peace. Once inside, he took a quick shower and then fixed a sandwich for dinner. Trowa was just about to sit down and watch some mindless television show when someone knocked on the door. He sighed. It was probably Duo and Quatre. He had left them at school without answering their questions. Trowa opened the door and was shocked to see Heero standing there glaring at him.

"How much is it going to cost me to get rid of you?"