Author's Note: Guess who's back! The hint's in the title but if you can't guess, just read and you'll find out. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language

Viva Las Vegas!

"So let me get this straight," Trowa said, a frown on his face. "With no clue to where you're heading to or even an idea of what could be waiting to attack you, you're just going to go find Duo? And then what? Even if you do succeed, where will you go, especially since you know they're not going to leave you or Duo alone until you're either dead or captured."

"Well it's better than sittin' 'round here doin' nothing," Solo shrugged, not actually admitting to or denying Trowa's statement.

"You are easily the craziest son of a bitch I have ever met," Trowa sighed, shaking his head as if stunned at the amount of bravado, or stupidity, the blond was displaying.

"Beats bein' normal," Solo shrugged again. "So are ya comin' with me or not? If not, then don't think 'bout tryin' ta stop me, ya hear?"

"I hear," Trowa said. It was actually a no-brainer about what he was going to do. Solo was going to be the death of him someday, he swore. If it wasn't due to his ever constant pursuers, it would be something like a heart attack, he could feel it in his gut. "Just tell me when you're going to be heading out, ok?"

Smirking, Solo replied, "Can't resist this beauty of mine, huh. Can't say I can blame ya."

"No, you just have a knack of running into trouble like a kid and germs," Trowa retorted. "You'll find some no matter where you go and it would be irresponsible of me to just let you wander around the American West when you need a babysitter."

Solo frowned. "That was an insult, wasn't it?"

"You bet that mane of yours it is," Trowa said.

"You're both crazy," James cut in. "You might as well put bull's-eyes on your backs while you're at it."

"That's not a bad idea," Solo mused, looking contemplative.

"Hopeless," James sighed as he walked away, probably to brood, Solo didn't care.

Stretching his arms above his head from where he sat on a pew, Solo jumped to his feet like a little kid would and sounded just as eager as one when he spoke his next words. "No time like the present, eh? Sooner we go, sooner we can find Duo."

"Crazy," Trowa said to himself despite the small smile growing on his face.

Having not heard the unibanged young man, Solo turned around and found himself nearly running over Dorothy who glared up at him, her arms crossed expectantly. "Jesus, ya pop up everywhere, don't'cha?" Solo said.

"So you think you're going to leave me behind, don't you?" the blonde girl asked lightly though her voice held steel just beneath them, something Trowa saw clearly but Solo…didn't.

"That's the plan," Solo shrugged, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't think so," Dorothy stated, her glare intensifying.

"Ya still haven't forgotten 'bout that?" Solo complained. "Can't ya give it a rest already?"

"Sorry, but until you can make it up to me, I'm not letting you leave my sight," the girl replied.

"Your just gonna slow me down!" Solo whined childishly.

"Deal with it," Dorothy said in response, not in the least won over by Solo's attempt to dissuade her. "If I have to deal with my home being destroyed, you can deal with me tagging along."

Watching as the two began to banter back and forth, Trowa remained where he was, silent as ever with his small smile still on his face. He knew how this was going to turn out but he thought that it would be better for him to just stand back and watch what happens.

Catherine soon joined him, watching Solo get verbally crushed by the smaller blonde girl with the forked eyebrows, a small smile also gracing her lips.

Momentarily looking up at her, Trowa asked, "You going to join us or do your own thing?"

Catherine didn't respond for a couple minutes, probably pondering his question over, Trowa supposed. When she did, "Nah, I'll just let you do what you need to do. I'd slow you down too much and besides, I'm out of my league on this one."

"Think you can convince Dorothy the same thing?" Trowa asked.

"Not even going to try," Catherine answered, shaking her head. "It's her life, why should I mess with it?"

"Then what'll you do without me?" Trowa wondered out loud.

"Who knows?" Catherine replied. "But whatever it is, I'll be sure to send you word of it, most likely a letter to this place so you can find it easier than if you tried to track me all over the country."

"True, true," Trowa agreed. "Doesn't mean I won't miss you, though."

"Same here," Catherine said, moving to a side so that she could wrap an arm around him in a one-armed hug. "You take care of yourself Trowa. Don't you dare get yourself killed over something stupid, you hear."

"I hear," Trowa acknowledged, his smile now sad. "I'll miss you."

"I know you will," Catherine said. "And so will I."

---

They had finally made it.

After so long and after so much hardship, from simple things like their truck breaking down to unbelievable things like a fiery tornado chasing after them, Heero and Relena, high school sweethearts and remaining survivors of what used to have been Boulder, Arizona had finally made it to Las Vegas.

From their vantage point, Sin City was small, much smaller than either of them had expected despite seeing the Strip and all the renowned hotels and casinos that lined it, but it was a welcome sight over harrowing days and nights where both of them were scared out of their minds, worried that they might be tracked down by those strange boys with the unbelievable powers they wielded. No more would they have to worry, though.

They were in the clear!

It didn't matter that the rusty old pickup truck that Heero had stolen had finally conked out and died. He and Relena were safe, even as he looked over at the girl whose eyes were shimmering with such emotion that he thought that tears would spill any minute. It didn't matter if she did so, he would understand it since he felt like doing the same. To make this moment that much more perfect, he wrapped his arm around the girl and brought her close.

An hour later found the two wandering the streets where they both now faced a new dilemma, one in which Heero hadn't considered on their way here. Shouldn't that convention his parents were attending be over by now? And if so, what reason would they have to stick around here? They probably thought that Heero was dead, especially if they couldn't reach him by phone or any other means.

But they had to try, Heero determined. They had come this far so why call it quits now? They hadn't called it quits when Solo and Duo held him against his will; they hadn't called it quits when their homes were completely destroyed; they hadn't called it quits when they were separated from Dorothy after the nightmare of the circus attack.

No, it was time to put a resolution to this, once and for all.

It was about an hour of walking around the small city that Relena finally spoke up. "Heero, do you know which hotel they're staying at?"

Sadly enough, he didn't but he wasn't about to tell her that. That last thing he needed was for her to get mad at him for overlooking that small detail, especially since he hadn't bothered to find out back in Boulder right before it was destroyed. However, he did have something that could be just as good as that.

His parent's cell phone number. Since his own phone wasn't on him and Relena's was missing as well, he would have to risk using a payphone and pray that it would connect them to the only people who could help them out. It was needless to say that Relena was a little put out when her boyfriend didn't answer her and instead headed for the nearest phone, digging through his pockets for the appropriate amount of change. He barely had enough, or at least he barely had the kind of coins that the machine would take. It was a moment later that he had dialed the cell phone number and began praying for all he was worth. There was nothing coming from the phone itself, the longer it remained silent, the more despair the Japanese youth felt.

And then he heard it, the sound of a phone ringing. It was the most welcomed sound that he had heard in a long time but they weren't out of the woods yet. He needed for one of his parents to answer first and only then could he say that their journey was over.

"Yuy speaking," the voice masculine yet soft voice of his father answered after the fourth ring. He sounded a bit hurried, as if he was extremely busy but Heero was sure that he would drop everything for the chance to speak to his son, his only child, again.

"Father," he said into the phone, his deep voice full of relief.

He paused as silence answered him from the phone and for a moment he was afraid that his father had hung up and dismissed him a prank caller. It wouldn't be the first time that happened.

"Heero?" his father suddenly spoke up, his voice raw and desperate. "Is that really you?"

Heero could practically hear the tears in that voice and he answered, "Yeah, it's me."

"I…I thought you were dead!" his father exclaimed. "So did your mother! How is this possible?"

"Dad," he interrupted. "I'm in Las Vegas and Relena's with me. I need to know where you and mom are at. Where are you? Are you still at the convention?"

"No, we are not," his father answered. "The convention was canceled when we heard about what happened. It was feared that the same unnatural storm that struck Boulder would strike here but it did not."

"So are you still in Vegas?" Heero asked, loosing a bit of his patience. His father tended to answer all questions directed to him at length so one would loose their patience real easy with him if they didn't interrupt him and demanded a short answer. It also didn't help that English was his father's second language and he wasn't good enough with it to speak it quickly without using all the slang words that made it much simpler to communicate.

"Yes, we still are Heero. We had nowhere else to go and we were so worried—"

"Where are you staying?" Heero interrupted. He was running out of time on the phone and wanted to get an answer before they were cut off.

"The MGM."

"Which one is that?"

"It's the large green building."

"Large green building," Heero repeated, already scanning their surroundings to locate it. "We'll meet you up front, okay?"

"Be careful," his father cautioned, Heero giving him a farewell and hanging up. Since no change came out, he suspected that he had used all the money he had put into the machine but could have cared less about.

"So where are they?" Relena asked the moment Heero had hung up.

"MGM," he said. "It's the large green building, whatever that means."

"Heero?" Relena spoke up, pointing her finger at something behind the Japanese teen.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked in the direction she was pointing in and saw a large, wide, green-striped building a few blocks down from them. "I guess that's it," he mused.

"You think?" Relena replied sarcastically.

Heero could only sigh at that. That girl had no appreciation for all the things he did for her. Still, he loved her no more and no less for it.

---

It was truly one of those classical moments.

Of course it was the highly embarrassing, made-a-teen-want-to-shoot-himself-in-the-head, kind of moment but it was a classical one nonetheless if you counted Heero's mother wailing out loud at the sight of her "baby boy" as part of it.

It was quite easy to see where Heero got his looks from. His father was in everyway the classic looking Japanese man: short, black-haired, and skinny. His mother, though she was only one-quarter Caucasian, had the brown hair and blue eyes that everyone up in his life had associated him with and unlike his father, her first language was English and she could wield it pretty well. The only thing she didn't have was his height so with a short, three-quarters Japanese, one quarter Caucasian woman dangling from his neck and crying out like a madwoman, it was very easy to see why he was the center of attention among the many spectators who were coming in and going out of the hotel.

"Mom," he hissed under his breath. Though he didn't want to, he had to do it if only for the sake of his manly pride. "Can you wait until we're somewhere private? This is embarrassing!"

His mother's only response was to wail even louder.

Heero's only response was to groan as he was forced to suffer more humiliation.

And all the while, Relena looked on with a smile on her face. However, if one were to take a closer look at it, one would find it not a joyous one but a sad one, one with which the corners of her mouth trembled as they fought to keep themselves upturned. It was great that Heero's parents, his family, was all right but she couldn't help but think about hers. Were they still alive? And if so then were they hurt or worse, dieing? There were so many unanswered questions and none of them had any foreseeable answers.

Due to the scene Heero's mother was making, no one noticed this and Relena preferred it that way. She didn't want to put a damper on this occasion, not one that was so happy such as this one.

Meanwhile, Heero had managed to gently pry his mother off of him but that still didn't mean she was not making a scene. By now, though, Heero's father was getting flustered by it and was at her side trying to calm her down while Heero remained standing where he was, his teenage reputation in shambles.

"That was quite the sight, Mr. and Mrs. Yuy," a gruff voice spoke.

Heero's father paled at the sound of the voice and for the first time in his life, Heero saw a flash of fear in the Yuy patriarch's eyes. Looking up, Heero had to admit to himself that maybe he had natural cause for that, especially since the owner of the voice was a large, long-haired, wrinkled, ugly man with the beadiest eyes he had ever seen on anybody.

From the sight of this man alone, Heero had a bad feeling about him in his gut.

"Please excuse her Mr. Tsubarov," his father said, trying to placate the man. "We've just been worried about our son; he's been missing for quite some time and…"

"Is that any excuse to make such a ruckus here?" Tsubarov interrupted dryly. "You should tell your wife to keep such things in private. Not everybody wants to see something like that."

Heero really didn't like this Tsubarov guy now. "Don't talk to my parents like that!" he snapped, balling his hands into fists.

"You got a lot of balls saying that to me," Tsubarov stated without a trace of fear or awe in his voice. If anything, he sounded disproving.

"When a guy throws a Ferris wheel at you, you don't have to be afraid of anything," Heero retorted.

Tsubarov's brow furrowed. "Ferris wheel? What are you…?" Trailing off, his eyes lit up with an ominous light. "Yuy, you live in Boulder, Arizona, do you not?"

"Yes Mr. Tsubarov," Heero's father answered, unsure of what his boss was planning.

"Thank you Yuy," Tsubarov said, his beady eyes focused solely on Heero and not in a good way either. "You, boy, I have some questions I want to ask you."

"I'm not going to answer shit for you," Heero snarled as he launched himself at the large man, his temper snapping. He threw a punch a Tsubarov as he charged him, putting his strength into the planned blow but Tsubarov was already countering. His large hand latched onto Heero's thrown fist and pulled it towards a side, just missing him but causing Heero to stumble and loose his balance. Tsubarov brought his knee up and rammed it into Heero's gut harshly, knocking the air out of the Japanese teen's body and forcing him to the ground.

"Heero!" Relena shrieked, terrified at the turn in events.

"Mr. Tsubarov!" Heero's father cried out, fury in his voice. "How dare you—"

"Your son has answers that Mr. Romafellor himself would find particularly interesting," Tsubarov interrupted.

"No, please don't," Heero's father began to beg as he approached Tsubarov. "We just got him back, please don't take him away from us! Please!"

"No can do Yuy," Tsubarov replied, not at all sway. Looking up, he spotted Relena. "That girl came with him didn't she? Guess your son won't be alone Yuy."

"Relena!" Heero coughed. "Run!"

That was all the catalyst needed to jumpstart the girl. Unfortunately, she was too late as hotel security had come upon the scene by then, all of them not dressed as typical security guards, and had closed off her exit, grabbing hold of her to prevent her from running.

"No! Tsubarov please!" Heero's mother pleaded as she got onto her knees before the man.

"Would you deny Mr. Romafellor himself?" Tsubarov deadpanned, remaining silent for a few seconds to see if she would answer, an answer that never left her lips as she began to breakdown into sobs. "Thought so," he continued, looking down at a broken Mr. Yuy. "Take your woman out of here. No need to call on more attention than we need," he ordered.

His body was jolted as Heero rammed his body into him, trying to take him down with a tackle but Tsubarov remained standing. Raising a fist up, he plunged it down and slammed it into the back of Heero's head harshly, causing the teen to fall back down limply.

"Youngsters today are more trouble than they're worth," Tsubarov muttered as two strangely dressed security guards picked the unconscious teen up. "I want these two on a plane to L.A. within the hour. I want to bring them to Mr. Romafellor personally."

"Yes sir," one of the guards answered, working with his partner to carry Heero away into the air conditioned interior of the MGM Hotel.

Relena, though, was struggling with all the might she had, which, when compared to Heero, wasn't much. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping to attract any kind of helpful attention but failing miserably.

Tsubarov watched with a smirk as she was also taken into the hotel, knowing the truth as to why no one was helping. Las Vegas belonged to the Romafellor Corporation, everything from land properties and buildings to the government and those employed by it. Those security guards holding the teens were direct Romafellor employees and they stuck around only the higher ups of the company of which Tsubarov was a member.

This was turning out to be quite the day and, if he was lucky, would turn into a fantastic one if he could get his "findings" to the eyes of Mr. Romafellor himself! He ignored the sorrowful sight of the Yuys, giving a nearby security guard/Romafellor employee instructions to "subdue" the two before they could try to get any of this out to any media sources.

Even though this whole town belonged to Romafellor, it wouldn't do to attract too much attention…