Author's Note: I have nothing to so at this point so I'll only say this. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: a few swear words, an implied male activity…

Wild Dreams

Damn birds! Why won't they leave me alone?! Where's my gun? I'll show them who's boss. Hey wait a minute, that's not my nightstand…

Duo cracked open a violet eye groggily and took in his surroundings. He would have an easier time doing that if those damn birds would SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!

Oh wait, he remembered now. He was at Quatre's, recuperating from his injuries while taking some time off from work. And he had just been rudely awakened by little spawns of hell singing outside his window. Damn them all, and he was comfortable and warm too. Incredibly warm. Hell, that arm on him—

Wait a minute.

He slowly memorized the bodily appendage that was resting on him, trying to determine what it was doing there. Was it his arm? No, his left one was there and his right was over here. Was it possible for a human to grow another left arm? No, that was physically impossible. Wasn't it?

Turning over to get a better look at his bedmate, he came face to face with a broad chest. A naked chest to be exact. A strong, though underdeveloped and hairless, naked chest.

Tilting his head upwards, he caught sight of this intruded. Solo. A cleaned-up (at long last! After what? Years without taking a shower?) Solo, who had the most innocent expression on his face as he continued to sleep.

What a load of crap. Solo wasn't that innocent. He knew that from personal experience…

Which was neither here nor there.

Now what to do with his helpless victim?

Hmm…oh hell, he was too tired to do anything elaborate today, especially this early in the morning. So he did the one unoriginal thing he never thought he would do.

He pushed Solo out of the bed. It was easy. Solo wasn't that heavy and having trained as a Gundam pilot really helped too. For his efforts, he had the satisfaction of hearing Solo's muffled curses as he was rudely awaken, not by the fall but by the sudden stop at the end.

Duo smirked in amusement as Solo pulled himself up right so that his chin was leveled with the bed mattress. Then green eyes widened when they found open violet ones then narrowed.

"Wat da hell did ya do dat for?" Solo demanded.

"You were in my bed," Duo drawled lazily. "I don't remember giving you permission to sleep in it either. What were you doing sleeping here anyway?"

Then Solo's eyes grew mischievous and Duo braced himself for some hare-brained excuse that the blond was willing to give. "I had dis dream last night," Solo explained. "It was pretty wild. Coulda sworn it was real. Anyway, it got ta dis one part—"

"Okay, I get it," Duo interrupted. "But that doesn't explain what you're doing in here."

"Well," Solo began. "Ya see, wen I came to, dare was dis mess. Didn't know wat ta do about it and I wanted ta go back ta sleep again. I dot ya wouldn't mind."

"Why didn't you wake me up and ask if you could?"

"Cause ya was sleepin'," Solo answered. "Didn't want ta wake ya up. Ya looked so peaceful like after dat time…it woulda been a crime against nature ta wake ya up."

"Okay, I get ya," Duo said. "What did you do with your mess? Did you leave it there?"

A shriek down the hall answered that for him.

Violet eyes narrowed at the attempted innocent expression Solo was giving him. "What did you do?"

"Well…" Solo began. "I didn't know what ta do about me mess an' I didn't want ta wake Q up either. He looked so peaceful. So I left it at his door."

"And?" Duo persisted, not believing for a fact that that was all Solo did.

"I didn't want him ta miss it!" Solo defended. "Found some thumbtacks downstairs is all."

Getting what Solo did, Duo got up reluctantly, heading for the door. "You stay here for a while, okay? I'm going to see if Q's still alive."

Closing the door before Solo could say anything else, Duo trudged down the hallway, heading for Quatre's bedroom. Sigh, the things he did for friends.

When he got to Quatre's room he paused at the sight of the bed sheet tacked in front of the door so that the occupant of the room would walk right into the mess that Solo had made. Damn. That must have been one wild dream. That stain in the middle of the sheet was huge! How much jam did he have in him?

Releasing the sheet so that it was a crumpled mass on the floor, he entered Quatre's room, calling out, "Hey Q! You still alive?!"

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Une frowned at the report that was in her hands. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to put together all the information that the Preventers had gathered about the current situation.

Only two of the twenty VX canisters had been recovered or disabled. Eighteen were still out there. Where they were, nobody had a clue.

The search for Katsaris had also gone fruitless. After getting Duo's version of the events, she had had patrols out searching for Katsaris and to bring him back, even if he was nothing but a corpse. And they hadn't even found that. The only object of suspicion was a greenhouse that had a hole in its roof.

So, that meant Katsaris was either dead or very much alive. If there was anybody who had an inkling of an idea where the canisters were being kept, it would be him.

But searching for him would have to be postponed a bit. The united gangs were making a nuisance of themselves. A good amount of resources that could be used to search for Katsaris and the VX would have to be diverted to face the gangs.

She could all too clearly remember Duo's advice. Evacuate as many people as possible and blow it up. At this point, she was willing to do anything to end this conflict. While she was going back down to Earth in a day or so, others would have to stay here and continue to fight.

And as if that wasn't the least of her problems. Back in the political realm of the government the bureaucrats had divided into too camps. The first was one led by Relena Peacecraft, still advocating peace and pacifism. The other was being led by a representative by the name of Theodore Grant, a newly elected lawmaker and a supporter of military intervention.

Grant was becoming a problem, at least to Relena's stance on Pacifism. His charisma had won over several representatives to his side, important ones to boot. Add to the fact of the reestablished military…things were beginning to fragment.

A military couldn't be allowed. The old order with all the old temptations could not be allowed to return. They had come so far from those times to let them return.

If there was anything she could do to prevent that from happening, she would do it.

Even if it meant her life.