Genre: Humor
Pairings: 1+2/2+1 and 3+4/4+3
Archive: But of course! Just lemme know where so I
can say loads of good stuff about you!
Warnings: RT: Run Heero! Run Trowa! Mair's gonna get
you! *screams as he is suddenly dressed in a day-glo
yellow slip dress and neon green feather boa*
Disclaimer: *grins* If I owned them, I'd be suing
myself right now for all the fun pilot torture!
Duo and Quatre slipped out of their respective rooms and hurried down stairs. As silently as possible, Quatre unlocked the kitchen door as Duo kept a look out. Quatre softly whispered Duo's name and they slipped out the back door.
Together they ran over the back lawn, keeping as much to the shadows as they could. When they reached the gardners tool shed they slipped inside.
"Ok, so now what do we do." Quatre whispered in the darkness.
Duo flopped down on a bag of mulch. "They should have defended us. I know Heero had to have heard Wufei changing us into those dresses. I wouldn't be surprised if he smelled the nail polish."
"Maybe they thought we deserved it?" Quatre asked.
"Hey, they cracked a smile at Wufei in his little pink number. They just didn't defend us."
"Duo, be reasonable..." Quatre started then stopped. Through the dim light filtering through the window at the back of the shed he saw a mischevious grin spread over Duo's face. "Duo?"
"They got a kick out of Wufei in drag. They didn't stop him when he -undressed- us and put us in drag. For all we know, they might have helped! Heero is touchy about anyone touching me unless it's absolutely necessary."
Quatre's face grew horrified as he realized what Duo had in mind. "Oh we couldn't."
"We could and will. And thanks to Wufei we even have the right equipment. Got any chlorophorm?"
* * * * *
The next morning all the pilots but two woke from a well deserved rest. Heero and Trowa however, woke to a slight headache and a foul taste in their mouths.
"Goodmorning Heero." Duo said sleepily.
Heero settled for giving him a kiss before throwing back the covers. He stood up and closed his eyes, massaging his temples lightly. His first step toward the bathroom he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes and looked down.
The bedroom door closed with a click as Heero realized he was wearing the same rumpled red dress that Duo woke up in the morning before. His eyes shot back to the bed then to the door as he realized that Duo was out the door and, by the sound of it, running down the stairs.
He ran to the door, cursing his lack of movement. He hiked up the skirt and jerked open the door. "Duo!!!!"
"Fire in the hole!" Came the answering yell from downstairs.
Quatre dashed down the hall and jumped on the banister, sliding down. Heero looked down the hall toward Trowa and Quatre's room to see Trowa in a blue spandex skin-tight dress and his hair curled. He blanched.
Trowa's eyes widened and he pointed at Heero. They ran to the bathroom and barged in on Wufei who was brushing his teethe.
The startled Wufei merely stared at the permed, made over Heero in reds and the decked out in blue and green, and permed, Trowa. Wufei snickered.
Almost twin glares, quite the effort because Trowa never glared, then twin fists punched Wufei.
"Always defend your love!" Chorused Quatre and Duo from downstairs.