Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language, Solo's racial prejudice

Heero's got a Stash

The cab of the pickup was utterly silent as the three survivors of Boulder sat quietly, staring ahead through the windshield that protected them from the pressure of air that would have been rushing against them had it not been there. It was only now, now that the immanent threat of death wasn't hounding them, they the three of them could reflect on the recent events that had happen perhaps not an hour ago.

One hour ago, they had just been getting ready to go to school, after making sure that the two boys who were currently riding in the bed of the pickup had kept their word and left, only to be led to the scene of disaster that had taken place in the middle of their town. But things only got even stranger from that point on; those two strange boys were violating the very laws of physics that they had grown up learning about and both of them had engaged in a fight involving other boys capable of the most awesome things they had ever seen.

Not just that, but thirty minutes ago, they had been hijacked by the braided boy and then forced to flee as a fire tornado chased after them with the intent of killing them and only now were they safe.

At least for the mean time.

"What are we going to do?" Dorothy finally asked aloud, voicing the words to the question that had been on all of their minds.

Relena only shrugged wordlessly. She couldn't be blamed for that kind of answer; everything that she had once known had been torn apart and scattered to the four winds in less time than it had taken for her to learn about it. She had nothing now, at least to her knowledge, that was. She probably had some family somewhere in the country she could go to but none of them came to her mind at the moment.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Heero finally gave an answer, trying to put their minds at ease to what they were going to do.

"We'll go to the convention where my parents are," he said, his grip on the steering wheel tight. "They should still be there."

"Where's this convention being held at?" Dorothy asked since Relena wasn't going to be saying anything any time soon.

"Las Vegas," Heero answered.

Dorothy frowned. "What exactly do your parents do for a living?" she asked suspiciously.

"Don't know," Heero shrugged. "I never bothered to ask."

"Well, at least it's better than nothing," Dorothy said, sighing.

Heero said nothing in reply and Relena continued to remain in her stupor, staring out at the road before them.

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"Solo, I'm bored!"

Solo turned a lazy eye towards a violet eyed Duo and replied, "Find somethin' to do then."

"But there's nothing to do!" the braided boy whined, looking pitifully up at the green-eyed blond.

Too bad for him that Solo didn't know how to pity someone. It was also too bad that the more aggressive side of Duo's personality had decided to go take a nap once all the excitement was over, leaving the blond with his more innocent persona. However, he could say he was getting used to his only friend being more than one person.

"What do ya feel like doin'?" he asked tiredly, turning his full, undivided attention to the braided boy, raising an eyebrow quizzically at him.

"Don't ya have any ideas?" Duo asked him pleadingly, unable to think of anything he could do to alleviate the boredom that was threatening to consume him.

"Let's see," Solo muttered as he looked around the bed of the truck, ignoring how the wind was rushing against his skin roughly. There was hardly anything in the moving, open, metal container, the only thing of interest to the blond himself being the tool chest pressed up against the truck's cab. "Nothing wrong with playin' with hardware," he said aloud as he reached over to the chest of tools and opened a drawer.

Tools galore met his sight and Duo crept up to the chest, examining the sight of all the pretty objects. However, much to Solo's dismay, Duo quickly grew tied of this and was already grabbing at the next drawer. Letting the boy have at it, Solo leaned back up against the truck's side and closed his eyes, basically resting. At least that was what he was doing until Duo called for him a few minutes later.

"What?" he sighed, opening his eyes again to look at the braided boy tiredly.

"What are these?" Duo questioned innocently.

Leaning over, noticing that Duo had the bottom drawer of the tool chest open, he peered into it and his brow furrowed in confusion. There weren't any tools in this drawer, at least to the naked eye there weren't. Slipping a hand in, he pulled out something flat but not quite flat either. Studying the object for a second, he recalled that it was a magazine and only then did he bother to take a good look at the cover. Even though there was just some girl on the cover, he didn't give the picture another thought as he opened the magazine to a random page.

His eyes suddenly widened in realization at what this magazine really was.

"What is it Solo?" Duo asked, looking up at the blond.

Slowly, a grin that was anything but friendly parted Solo's lips and a wicked gleam flashed in his eyes. "Ho shit!" he exclaimed. "Da China guy has a stash of porn in his truck!"

Duo blinked cluelessly. "Stash of…porn? What's that?"

Solo's eyes greedily ran over the image he was presented that he wasn't bothered in slightest by Duo's question. "It's when ya become a man, Duo," he answered, not removing his eyes from the erotic photograph. Slipping another hand into the drawer, he pulled out another magazine and thrusted it into Duo's hands. "Lay your eyes on that one and tell me if it's any good," he instructed, his now free hand running back over to his crotch. It was getting really tight down there….

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Unawares of what was taking place just behind him, Heero continued to watch the road ahead of him, paying attention to every single details as he drove, not once meeting up with anybody else. Just back about a mile he had navigated them through an intersection, taking a left turn as to try and get as physically possible to Nevada as he could. Of course, there was just one geographical barrier that now stood between them and Las Vegas: the Grand Canyon itself. The only option they had was to try and go around it which would just be one big headache in the long run but what choice did they have? They didn't have enough money of them to get plane tickets and then there were the two boys who had forcefully hitched a ride. What were they going to do about them anyway?

Sighing, he glanced worriedly at Relena. His girlfriend had yet to say a single thing since the tornado and the way she was just staring ahead into space was making him worried. When they stopped for the night, wherever that may be, he'd try his best and try to open the girl back up into the world.

Hell, he was willing to hear her cry out his name in that annoying habit of hers just to hear her voice again…

An incessant knocking on the rear window of the cab tore into his musings and he glanced up into the rearview mirror, reminded once again of their unwelcome guests.

He was able to make out the muffled voice of that blond guy, Solo, and he seemed to be wanting them to take a look at something. Then he pressed something up against the clear plastic that made up the window.

Heero's eyes widened and he turned around to gaze at the picture of a naked model that was obviously part of the secret stash of pornography that he and his father kept in the tool chest. As he did all of that, it was needless to say that he took his eyes off the road, the number one no-no that you shouldn't do when you were driving an automobile.

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"This is just great, just fuckin' perfect! Ya can't trust da damn Chinese ta drive right. Why da hell weren't those other two bitches driving?"

Solo was raising hell, yelling his lungs out right beside a steaming Japanese youth who promptly interrupted with, "I'm not Chinese!"

"Yeah, he's Japanese!" Duo piped up from his spot still in the bed of the pickup having not bothered to get out of it after the Accident.

"Same difference," Solo dismissed, waving his hand wildly. "Chinese, Japanese, they're all da same. None of them can drive right."

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to get my attention with that magazine," Heero growled dangerously, his Prussian blue eyes glaring daggers at the blond teen.

"Yeah, you just tell yourself that," Solo retorted. "How da hell does somebody hit a rock? I coulda missed it blindfolded!"

The aforementioned rock that the blond was referring to happened to be currently embedded in the truck's front, poking straight out of the rocky ground and going straight up into the engine, effectively killing the ride. It was a miracle they were all alive, relatively unharmed despite the fact that Solo had found himself going through the cab of the truck and straight ahead through the air after that before having a rough landing on the unforgiving desert soil. Since this was Solo, no one gave any second thought to whether he was injured or not even though the reasoning that the teens had for that reaction differed from Duo's. And Solo, being Solo, as soon as he had picked himself up without any injuries marring him, even though his clothes had definitely seen better days, began with his racial accusations as soon as he was within earshot of the others.

None of that though was going to be fixing their predicament anytime soon.

Getting tired of the insult match going on, Dorothy had decided to take a look at the magazine, or one of the collection, that had managed to so effectively capture Heero's attention just before the Accident. It was real easy to obtain a sample since all she had to do was walk up to Duo and ask for one which the braided boy happily did.

"Heero!" Dorothy exclaimed in shock. "I didn't know you had it in you to keep porn!"

Out of all the words that had been uttered that day, it was those simple words that managed to free Relena from her impenetrable stupor and the blonde girl immediately climbed out of the truck cab to investigate her friend's proclamation.

"Heero! How could you!" Relena cried out in despair, gripping the magazine tightly.

"Relena, you know I would never look at something as repulsive as that!" Heero had claimed in his defense. "I don't even know where that came from! My dad probably put that in there to hide it from my mom! I swear, I've never seen that before in my life!"

"Really?" Relena asked hopefully.

"There's more where that came from!" Duo chirped, waving around a couple more of the incriminating magazines in his hand, one of which had the words "Heero's porn" written on it with a Sharpie.

Looking into those blazing eyes, Heero chuckled nervously, pulling at the collar of his shirt nervously. "I can explain…?"

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"You may be a Chinese loser but ya certainly have good taste," Solo commented as his eyes scanned another of the porn magazines. Even though it was dark out, it was quite cold because hey this is a desert; Solo's eyes were glowing with that amber hue of his, which was emitting enough light that it was easy to read the…reading material that he was engaged in. "Da tits on page fifty-six is totally worth it."

All three boys were bundled up together in the bed of the pickup, the girls having taken up what remained of the truck's cab and Relena kicking out Heero to endure the great outdoors as punishment for being a pervert. Heero was, suffice to say, not happy at that last bit.

"Shut up," Heero muttered. "I'm not Chinese, I'm Japanese, and this is all your fault, you know."

Shrugging unapologetically, Solo said, "It ain't my fault that you're a perv. Oh, before I forget, sorry 'bout what I did on page eighty-one and two in that July edition. That one was hot."

"Hey Solo?" Duo suddenly asked, holding another of the magazine up to Solo's eye. "What's this?"

"Lesbo porn!" Solo's eyes widened, his eyes glowing brighter in perverted lust. "And they're in a sixty-ninety! Sweet!"

"Someone kill me now," Heero moaned aloud.

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As if to make up for the lack of sunlight of from yesterday, there was not a cloud in the clear blue sky. That meant to those that were stuck out in the good ol' outdoors the sun was out and blaring down on them with a vengeance.

Sure it was hot but this was a desert for Christ's sake and only one of them had any knowledge of sunburns. The person was Heero who had trying to barter his way back into the remains of the truck cab and almost got in until some comment from Solo spoiled that. It went along the lines of "seeing some hot naked ass" or something like that.

The girls weren't coming out after that, even if the engine caught fire and threatened to blow up, which it wasn't. Sending a scowl over to the blond who had changed his wrecked set of clothes for an unused pair of Cargos and a black tank top, his vest being used as a pillow as the blond sought to "get a tan", Heero had to resign himself to sweating his ass off in the sweltering heat.

As for Duo, the kid had gotten the nice idea of freezing time around him like a small bubble. Now, that might sound odd to some but then the braided kid had pointed out that the temperature in his bubble was still the same as it was that morning.

Lucky bastard.

Heero had no idea of how long it was after that but the sight of something moving towards them from down the road made him begin to doubt his sanity. Either that or he was experiencing one of those mirage things that cartoon characters typically saw whenever they were stuck in the middle of a desert.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Heero rested his eyes before opening them again. He must have been hallucinating pretty badly because he could have sworn that whatever he had saw a minute ago was still there only closer and moving towards them still. Did he have an overactive imagination or something because he was pretty sure he wasn't seeing what he was seeing.

However, the closer the object got, the more convinced he became that this wasn't some trick of his mind. In fact, he could see that it wasn't just one moving thing but a whole train of them.

"Hey," he said aloud, getting out from the bed of the pick up truck, walking slowly over to the road.

"What is it Heero?" he heard Dorothy's voice ask but he didn't turn his head around to look towards her.

Instead, he answered with a single word. "Cars."

He heard the scrambling of two bodies escaping the truck cab but didn't acknowledge it as he had more pressing matters to worry about. Such as getting ride; that would definitely be important and he wanted to get into something cold.

The caravan of vehicles was coming upon them and Heero could now make out just exactly how large they were. What was this? Even though the first of the large trucks began to pass them, the Japanese youth was not dissuaded. Truck after truck passed them without a second thought and even though Heero was waving his hands over his head frantically like Relena and Dorothy were, calling out for one to stop, he continued to keep his optimism up. It was a pretty long caravan.

Soon, RVs could be seen mixed up among the train of large automobiles. Mere words could not describe what the Japanese teen felt when one slowed down and exited the train, coming to a stop a few yards behind them, the driver honking his horn at them good naturedly.

Jogging over to the opening driver's window, Heero saw the driver stick his head out, a long unibang obscuring the driver's face. However, there was a small smile on the guy's face and his emerald colored eye twinkled in amusement as he said aloud, "Car trouble?"

Heero found that he couldn't contain the smile that was threatening to split his face in two. At last, some good luck! "Can we hitch a ride?" he asked instead.

"Sure, I think we have room for hitchhikers," the unibanged driver answered. "Where you heading to?"

"Anywhere is fine," Heero answered, "just as long as it isn't Boulder."

Raising his only visible eyebrow quizzically, the driver leaned back into the RV and said out loud, "Hey Cathy! Are we heading to Boulder?"

"No, why?" a strong female voice answered back.

Ignoring the last part, the driver stuck his head back out of the RV. "You heard her," he shrugged. "So, still need a ride?"

"You bet," Heero told him. "You don't know what this means to us…eh…"

"Just call me Trowa," the driver told him. "Now hop on in. Doors on the other side so hurry. We don't want to get left behind."

Giving another thank you to Trowa, Heero hurried back to his wrecked truck and began to grab whatever he could, mainly the stuff that he and the girls had hastily packed into trash bags back at his house. Now here was where he came across the only bump in this change of plan.

"What's da deal?" Solo asked him, still sitting in the same spot he had been when Heero had first spotted the caravan.

Crap, he had forgotten about those two…

"I guess this is where we separate," he said.

"Separate?" Solo repeated, glancing over at Trowa's RV. Turning back to the teen, he put his hand down on the side of the truck and pressed his fingers into the hot metal, indenting his hand into it. "What makes ya think we're just gonna sit here?"

"Well, you don't need us anymore," Heero replied, ignoring Solo's display of intimidation.

"Of course we don't need yas," Solo retorted scornfully. "Ya wrecked the truck and now your thinkin' of leavin' me and Duo out here? I don't think so. C'mon Duo, we's got a ride ta catch."

With that, Heero felt like crying.

None of them had noticed the piercing green eyes of their benevolent benefactor watching them curiously.