Author's Note: Yes, this is my first attempt at an

MST. Don't hit me. The fic being MSTed is my own,

though I don't know if I want to claim it. It was my

first songfic. ::shudder:: All the original typos and

such are kept intact, and if you don't believe me, you

can read the original in all it's crappy splendor

without the snide comments.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Any questions?

(And no questions like "What's the meaning of life?"

because that's something I would say, and who want's

to be like me?) Also, if there are any

misspellings/typing errors, I'm dreadfully sorry.

Can't Beta-read my own stuff! ^^;;

The fic being MSTed is in << these >>

Quatre had a bad feeling as soon as he heard the

laptop beep. He didn't know exactly how his space

heart could tell something was wrong because it only

had picked up emotions of others before, but a tendril

of dread constricted around him at the shrilling of

the small computer. He immediately got up to leave the

room he, Heero, and Trowa had been lounging in, but

Heero had already made it to the computer.

"Mission," he said tonelessly, but there was an

implied threat in the single word that froze Quatre in

his tracks.

"Ah... really?" Quatre asked faintly, his hopes of

escape slipping away.

"Yes."

"Oh." Quatre went to sit next to Trowa on the couch.

He felt grateful for the comforting arm the banged boy

slid around his shoulders, but it couldn't quell the

feeling of impending doom.

There was a pause as Heero read the instructions. His

eyes widened ever so slightly, but soon that

expression of surprise was wiped away as the familiar

intense "I've got a mission" look took over his face.

"Mission: Accepted," he said in a tone usually

reserved by monks for saying "Amen."

"What's the mission?" Trowa asked. Quatre bit his

lower lip, fearing the response.

"It's for all five of us. The scientists have

discovered an entity that is mainly for the spreading

of false propaganda and rhetoric to the masses,

cleverly disguised as a interactive forum. They want

us to take examples of such propaganda and render it

harmless by use of humorous and/or sarcastic

commentary," Heero explained.

"Er - what's this entity called?" Quatre inquired,

relaxing slightly. Handling propaganda wasn't his area

of expertise, but surely it couldn't be worse than a

mobile suit battle... right?

"It's called www.FanFiction.net," Heero replied,

referring to the email before sending a confirmation

of the orders.

Quatre's blood ran cold.

"F-fan fiction?"

"Yes. Get Duo and Wufei and bring them here. We have

to get started."

Quatre felt himself nodding numbly. Trowa led him from

the room.

"There, there, Little One," Trowa said softly,

ruffling his blonde hair. "It'll be okay. How bad

could fan fiction be? It sounds pretty innocuous."

"Heh... Yeah... Maybe I'm blowing things out of

proportion..." Quatre admitted, but he still felt very

ill at ease.

After collecting Wufei, who'd been burning incense at

Nataku's feet, and Duo, who'd been pestering Wufei,

they returned to the living room of the safehouse.

Quatre did his best to mollify Wufei, but the feeling

of impending doom only thickened as they walked into

the house. Heero was setting up chairs facing a blank

wall.

"Ne, Heero, what are you doing?" Duo asked, looking

puzzled.

"Didn't Quatre and Trowa tell you about the mission?"

"Well, yeah... But they said it was a website we were

looking at..."

Duo trailed off as Heero stuck his thumb in the

waistband of his shorts and stretched them impossibly

far out in front of him. He reached his free arm

inside. It disappeared to mid-upper arm but didn't

show up on the taught material. His tongue protruded

slightly as he felt around. Various clunking noises

sounded from inside, peppered with the occasional honk

or gunshot. Once there was the distinct sound of a cat

screeching. The four pilots sweatdropped.

"Aha," Heero said in success. He proceeded to pull out

a huge flat TV screen. He hung it on the wall, then

turned to face the others, who were staring at him

with wide eyes. "What?"

As one, they fell. Heero let out a small exasperated

"Hn," and proceeded to help them up. Once they were

all seated, Heero pulled a remote out of his shorts

and turned the screen on. Using advanced Web TV

skills, he surfed on in to the site.

"Which fic are we supposed to heckle?" Duo asked,

scanning the titles on the Gundam page.

"We can use our own discretion to choose," Heero said.

"Can we read a Relena-bashing one? Please?

Pleeeeaaassse?" Duo begged, pointing to several fics

so labled.

"No. The mission is to discount untrue testimony."

"Awww... You're no fun," Duo pouted. Then he added,

"But you're right."

"What do all these numbers in the descriptions mean?"

Quatre asked innocently.

"Let's just pick one and get on with it!" Wufei

snapped. He snatched the remote from Heero and clicked

on the first title he saw.

(((( Now the fic changes to script-form because I'm

too lazy to type it normally))))

<< Author's Note: ::blink blink:: So - er... Who're

you? >>

Duo: I'm Duo, Duo Maxwell. What's your name?

<< Skinny Pale Goth Chick with HUGE Black Eyes: >>

Quatre: (aghast) Did someone beat her up?

<< I'm Eros's girlfriend, Psyche. Have you seen him

lately? >>

Wufei: Sure I did. I see Greek Gods all the time.

<< Er... no... He and Thalia went on a sabatical to

the Elysian Fields... >>

Trowa: Incidentally, it's "sabbatical" not

"sabatical."

Duo: Well, if you wanna be anal about it.

<< Said something about my being too depressed to

write good romance or humor fics... >>

Quatre: (as author) But I can't write good humor or

romance fics in the first place, sooo...

<< Psyche: Depressed? ::small evil smirk:: Hmmm... Is

that you're listening to Pink Floyd? >>

Wufei: ::nodding:: Hm~mm. Ye~es. Pink Floyd it is I'm

listening to.

Duo: Thank you, Yoda.

<< Yeah... >>

Wufei: Get the feeling that the author is a moron?

All: Yes!

<< Psyche: ::cracking knuckles, bigger evil smirk::

Aha. Guess what. >>

Duo: Chicken's butt! Wahaha!

Heero: Baka. That was bad.

Duo: Well at least ~I'm~ saying stuff. This is ~your~

mission, too, you know.

<< Oh no... please don't say it... >>

Duo: IT! Wahaha!

Heero: Stop that.

<< Psyche: I'm your new angst muse. Now get writing.

Dammit! >>

Heero: My feelings exactly. That's the first

intelligent thing this author has said.

Duo: OH MY GOD!!!! HE ACTUALLY MADE A JOKE!!!

::clutches chest:: My heart! Oh the shock!

Heero: Hn.

Wufei: Shut up, Duo.

<< Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and associated entities are

not mine, >>

Trowa: For which we are all profoundly grateful.

<< and never will be unless I win a hundred billion

dollars and can buy the rights. Likewise, I don't own

"Wish You Were Here", which is by Pink Floyd from the

album of the same title. It's a most groovy and

funky-cool song,>>

Quatre: (in surfer voice) It's - like, you know -

radical and - like - most excellent, dude.

<< which I suggest you listen to. ^_~ Also, I have

terrible typing skills and I'm no good at beta-reading

my own stuff. Sorry for misspellings, etc.

Song lyrics are in //these// >>

Duo: Thanks for the warning.

Quatre: The scary thing is, that was just the author's

note and disclaimer. Imagine what the rest of the fic

will be like.

All: ::shudder::

<< // So //

// So you think you can tell //

// Heaven from Hell //

Heero watched from an empty balcony as Relena made her

speech. >>

Heero: Well, that's ~my~ definition of Hell.

Others: ::nodding::

<< His intense darted around the large conference

hall, scanning for any possible threats to the Vice

Foreign Minister. >>

Wufei: His intense ~what~ darted around?

Duo: (continuing fic) - When he was sure ~he~ was the

only threat, he proceeded to shoot Relena and escape.

The End.

Otehrs, especially Heero: ::sigh:: If only...

<<For the eighth time in five minutes, he checked the

safety on his hand gun, even though he'd seen nothing

suspicious. It staved off the boredom for all of a

second. He grit his teeth and raised the gun ever so

slightly, so that it was pointed at Relena. >>

All: ::hopeful gasps::

<< He'd been such a fool to agree to be Relena's

bodyguard. >>

Trowa: No argument here.

Heero: ::glares at Trowa::

<< But at the time, >>

Wufei: - he was on crack.

Duo: - he was having a schizophrenic episode.

Trowa: - he was really madly in love with Relena.

Others, especially Heero: ::glare at Trowa::

Duo: That was terrible.

Heero: You are endangering the mission.

Trowa: Sorry.

Wufei: You should be.

Quatre: I forgive you. ^_^

<< when there'd still been the Barton Foundation and

Mariemeia's subordinates to deal with, it'd seemed to

be the best way to ensure that the hard-won peace

would stay intact. Now, though, a year and eight

months >>

Quatre: And twenty-five days, fourteen hours,

fifty-seven minutes, and thirty-nine seconds... forty

seconds... forty-one...

<< had passed, and nothing had happened since. Not to

Relena >>

All: DAMN!

<< or to the fragile alliance the colonies and the

earth were exploring and attempting to strengthen. He

was beginning to doubt the wisdom of his actions. >>

Heero: BEGINNING to doubt?

Duo: Ne, Heero, you're not very bright in this fic,

are you?

Heero: Shut up.

<< Relena suddenly looked directly up at him from the

stage. >>

All: ::shielding eyes:: Don't make eye contact!

<< She gave a small smile >>

Heero: ::shudder::

Duo: Ugh... Bad mental image.

<< as her eyes widened slightly when she realized

Heero had his gun trained on her. That irked him. >>

Quatre: ::looking green:: It irks me, too. Excuse me.

::runs to bathroom, from which wretching sounds are

heard::

Trowa: That's not what irks means.

Duo: ::shakes head:: (muttering to himself) There he

goes again, being all anal.

<< Just because he'd been in this same position before

and had never fired a shot didn't give her the right

to act so smug now. >>

Wufei: Yeah it does. Heero was being weak.

Heero: ::glares at Wufei:: Shut up.

Duo: Well, it's true! You shoulda shot her!

Heero: Hn! ::crosses arms and glares at both of them::

<< She was still throwing herself at him at every

opportunity, although time had given her a small

amount of tact and sense. >>

Heero: ::snorts::

Wufei: Riiiiiight.

Duo: Ohhhhh! ~I~ see! This is set in an AU in which

Hell has frozen over!

<< Still he was unable to cast her away... But neither

was he able to reciprocate... >>

Quatre: ::just coming out of the bathroom reads this,

then rushes back in, followed by more retching

sounds::

Others: ::sweatdrop, turn green::

<< //Blue skies from pain //

His fingers tightened on his gun. His index finger

twitched on the trigger guard. >>

All: ::hold breath hopefully::

<< // Can you tell a green field //

// From a cold steel rail? //

He lowered both the weapon and his head as his body

tensed. >>

All: (disappointed) Awwww! Darn!

<< He wanted to shout in frustration at his own

weakness and cowardice. >>

Wufei: ::glares with contempt at Heero::

Heero: It's the fic me. Not the real me.

Quatre: ::comes back out and sits down in his chair

next to Trowa::

<< His hands clenched into fists, and he felt the

handle distort under the pressure. He'd thought this

was the right decision. >>

Wufei: He also thought that a funny little man named

Herman lived in his refrigerator.

Heero: ::glares at Wufei::

<< He'd had no real other choice.

But that wasn't quite true...

He dropped the gun to the floor, then turned and

walked out of conference hall and into the stairwell.

He'd had another choice... >>

Trowa: .... So what was the point of saying he didn't

have one?

All: ::shrug::

<< // A smile from a veil? //

Duo... So unlike Relena. >>

Duo: Damn straight!

<< Relena, living in her dream world, was slowly

becoming absorbed by it. She could lead the people,

but only at a great price to herself. She was brave in

a way. >>

Heero: If you consider stalking and shrieking and

whining bravery, that is.

<< But even now she was more a diplomat than the woman

she should have become. Heero could commiserate,

having never been the child he should've, but he

needed more than that. >>

Wufei: (as Heero, whining) What about myyy neeeeeeds?

Heero: ::glowering:: I don't sound like that.

Duo: Oh, lighten up! It's for the mission.

Heero: Hn.

<< He needed someone who could laugh, who could make

him see the reasons why he'd fought in the life and

happiness around him, who would respect him and trust

him. Not someone to spout rhetoric and meaningless

sentiments at him, or use him as an example or a

trophy. >>

Quatre: Hey, lookit! That was only two sentences.

All: Oooooh...

<< //Do you think you can tell? //

He was supposed to be perfect. How could he have made

such a mistake? >>

Duo: Hmmm... I dunno... Maybe it's because he's a

MORON?

Heero: Hn. Baka. ::glares at Duo::

Duo: Er... heheh... ::sweatdrop:: I meant the Heero in

the fic! Not ~you~.

<< // Did they get you to trade //

// your heroes for ghosts? //

In doing so, he'd lost the one person who'd really

meant anything to him.

Heero turned and in a sudden, uncharacteristic show of

anger, punched the wall as hard as he could. >>

Wufei: Ooooh. Heero's all pissy now.

<< His fist left a hole in the hard, molded plastic,

and his knuckles were scraped and bruised, but he

didn't care. He felt... disillusioned. His anger

subsided in a sudden wave of depression. >>

Duo: Ooooh. Now he's got mood swings, too!

Quatre: *coughcough*PMS*coughcough*

Heero: ::glares::

<< Where was his precious cause now? His all-consuming

drive to complete the mission? What was his mission,

anyway, now that peace and pacifism seemed to be

assured? >>

Trowa: Heero, aren't you too young to have a mid-life

crisis?

Heero: Hn.

<< // Hot ashes for trees? //

// Hard air for a cool breeze? //

He was infinitely glad the war was over. He was. >>

Duo: No, really. He was. He was glad! Infinitely glad!

REALLY!

<< But where was his place in this new world? He

resisted a sneer. Dr. J obviously hadn't thought this

far ahead when it came to Heero's training. The old

scientist probably expected him to die during the war

and hadn't bothered to prepare him for the peaceful

world that would come as a result of the fighting. >>

Trowa: Picture the mental image of Heero learning to

live in the suburbs.

All: O_O

Quatre: That's ~weird.~

<< // Cold comfort for change? //

Everything he knew now was obsolete. He had no real

function. Guarding Relena had been an excuse, a way to

make himself not feel the loss of purpose. Others

could do it, if she even needed it anymore. >>

Wufei: Yuy! Stop your fic-self from wallowing in

self-pity! It's weak!

<<// Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war //

// For a leading role in a cage? //

He didn't belong here. Not in this place, with all the

politicians and aristocrats, the idealism, the

pretenses, and the excruciatingly dull routine of

speech after conference after debate. He was a

soldier, plain and simple. Maybe not by choice, but

there was no point in debateing the fact. >>

Trowa: Debating is spelled wrong.

Duo: ::just gives Trowa a look::

<< After raching the bottom of the stairs, he wandered

outside the building, into the secluded shadows of an

alley behind it. He shook his head slightly as he

walked rapidly down it. No, he wasn't obsolete yet. >>

Trowa: Reaching is spelled wrong.

Duo: Cut that out.

Wufei: ::pointing at the last sentence:: And once

again, the author can't make up her mind.

Quatre: And of course, there just ~happened~ to be a

convenient alley to slip away in.

<< Even if he could no longer fight. Maybe there was

another way to live. He only knew of one person who

would be able to understand him well enough to help

him learn that new way of life. >>

Wufei: But where was he going to find Barney at this

time of night?

Others: O_O;;

<< ********************************************* >>

All: Ooooh, preeeetty staaaarrrs....

<< Duo lay flat on his back, staring up at the other

side of the colony. Lights glittered in some frail

parody of stars, moving and flashing. >>

Duo: Star light star bright, first star I see

tonight...

<< // How I wish // >>

Duo: (continuing) I wish I may, I wish I might, have

the wish I wish tonight.

<< He sighed gustily. It was getting late. He should

go back to the apartment, dark and lonely though it

was. After his relationship with Hilde >>

Duo: With HILDE? O_O;;

Quatre: I thought you liked her.

Duo: ........ maybe a little... but not like THAT!

<< had deteriorated and finally fallen apart, she'd

moved out. He regretted having hurt her in any way,

but they just couldn't get along, at least, not

romantically. They'd been too alike in too many ways

>>

Duo: - like the way we both like guys.

<< and too different in all the others. >>

Duo: - Like in the way we both like guys.

<<And, if he was honest with himself, she'd just been

a handy replacement for ~him~. >>

Wufei: How Duo missed Zonko the Clown...

Duo: O_O What?

<< // How I wish you were here //

"Heero..."

Why had the enimatic Japanese man chosen ~her~ over

him? It didn't make sense... >>

Duo: You're telling me!

Trowa: Enigmatic is spelled wrong.

Duo: :glares at Trowa::

Trowa: What?

<< but then, he may be the slightest bit biased. But

what they'd shared... why hadn't it been enough to

keep him from going? Why hadn't Heero just let someone

else protect the girl? Why had he just left, without

even a "good-bye" much less a proper break up? >>

Heero: That's not like me at all.

<< It wasn't like Heero to leave loose ends. >>

Heero: Well, that's the first thing in character for

the whole fic.

<< He sighed again. >>

Quatre: Ne, Duo, you're kinda wishy-washy in this fic,

aren't you?

<<Maybe there hadn't been anthing between them but the

sex. >>

Wufei: O_O ::wipes nose hastily before anyone can

notice the blood::

Trowa: Anything is spe- ::stops when he sees everyone

glaring at him:: Fine! I'll stop! Geeze, you guys are

pissy today.

<< At least, maybe that's how Heero saw it. Duo had

thought otherwise at the time... but it was so easy to

lie to oneself. >>

Wufei: I thought you said you never lie, Maxwell.

Duo: Yeah, and Heero says he's going to kill me. No

one believes him either.

<< Damn it all, anyway. It was too late. Heero was

gone.

Damn. >>

Heero: Is that the only swear word the author knows?

<<It hurt so much. His heart ached, cliche as the

phrase was. Just because it was overused in bad

romances >>

Trowa: Such as this one.

<< didn't mean it wasn't true. Duo could feel his

absense. It was in the lack of arms around him at

night, the heavy feeling he got whenever he saw

Relena's speeches on television.>>

Quatre: It's called boredom. Just change the channel

and you'll be fine.

<< Because she had what he didn't. >>

Wufei: A pink limousine.

Duo: Eeeeww...

<< Duo gulped hard, squeezing his eyes against the

sudden stining in his eyes. He wouldn't... Not now.

Not that he ever did. >>

Wufei: - wear tights and prance around.

Duo: You're strange, Wu-man.

Wufei: Kisama! Don't call me Wu-man!

Trowa: Stinging is spelled wrong.

<< He stood up quickly, staggered as the blood rushed

from his head, but kept walking. He quickly was back

at his apartment, in a building only blocks away. He

didn't want to think about how cold and dark it

seemed. He turned on all the lights and the

television, filling the small place with an imitation

of life. >>

All: ::cracking up::

Quatre: Oh, that's a great imitation, Duo!

Duo: Wait, I got another one! ::in Sylvester Stallone

voice:: Hey Adriiiaaaann!!

<< He didn't remember collapsing on the couch, but

that was where he woke up some time later. He turned

down the volume of the TV and listened. Not hearing

anything, he dismissed it as a dream and lay back

down, flinging an arm over his eyes. >>

All: ::Blink blink::

Wufei: There's got to be a joke in there somewhere...

<< Then the sound that'd waked him came again. Someone

was knocking on his door. Cursing, he sat up again and

glared blearily at the clock on the wall. >>

Duo: (in DJ voice) And the old clock on the wall says

it's "That's all" for the Stupid Fic Hour here on

W-SUK.

<< Grumbling to himself about not wanting to have to

deal with the super at two-thirty AM, he got up and

went to the door. He peeked through the peep-hole to

make sure it wasn't just some pizza-delivery boy. >>

Trowa: Duo, your fic-self is turning down pizza?

Nothing is in character in this fic!

<< His jaw dropped and his brain froze. >>

Wufei: Well, except for that. I always knew Duo was a

slack-jawed idiot.

Duo: Grrrr... ::fuming:: I'll get you yet, Wufei! Just

you wait!

<< "Heero?" he whispered, hardly daring to believe it.

He was pleased to note that while his mind was having

trouble dealing with the concept, his body had taken

the task of opening the door upon itself.

Heero, dressed in faded blue-jeans and a dark green

tank top with a jacket draped over one shoulder, stood

in the hallway. Duo was frozen, staring at him. Heero

stared back. They stood like that for a long time. >>

All: ::stare at the screen::

Quatre: ::yawns:: Well, ~this~ is exciting. And tense,

too. I'm on the edge of my seat.

<< "Duo," Heero said finally.

"Uh... Hey, Heero. Why don't you come in?" Duo asked,

finding his voice at last. >>

Duo: You're such a good conversationalist, Heero.

Heero. Hn. Shut up.

<< // We're just two lost souls //

// Swimmin' in a fish bowl //

// Year after year //

Heero observed the apartment offhandedly as Duo's

babbling >>

Duo: Hey! I don't babble!

Others: Suuuuure you don't...

<< filled the silence. Judging from the disarray, Duo

wasn't much better a housekeeper now than he had been

when they'd roomed together. After a cursory glance at

various messes, he focussed his attention on Duo

himself. The young man was disheveled, which made

sense considering the hour, but there was a melancholy

air to him.>>

Quatre: (as Heero)Phew! What's that smell in here?

Duo: (as fic-self) Sorry, that's just my melancholy

air.

<< He looked exhausted, and from the way his hands

shook as he filled the coffee-maker with water, he was

nervous.

Duo was in a state of shock. >>

Wufei: As opposed to a state of North Dakota?

Trowa: And you guys think ~I~ have a lame sense of

humor.

<< Heero was here. Here! In his apartment... which was

a mess. He knew Heero didn't really care, but still.

And he knew he must look terrible, having lived off of

coffee and sandwiches since Hilde left, >>

Quatre: Duo, you really have to learn to take better

care of yourself.

Duo: Hey, man! It's the fic-me! The FIC-ME, dammit!

Wufei: Geeze! SOMEone's a bit uppity tonight.

<< and the lack of sleep on top of that. But what was

his old partner doing here? Somehow, Duo doubted that

Heero was just in the neighborhood and decided to pop

in to chat. >>

Wufei: (as Heero) Hi-eee! Did you see the last episode

of Passions?

"Heero - " Duo began, about to ask him as he turned

from the counter and the coffee-maker. He cut himself

off >>

All: ::wince::

Quatre: That sounds painful.

<< when he found himself almost nose to nose with him.

// Runnin' over the same old ground //

Gods, his eyes... Even after all this time since

they'd last seen each other, those wide, indigo eyes

still could make his heart skip a beat. But they were

hooded and confused, now. Heero wanted to take all the

pain away, to comfort Duo somehow.>>

All: (sarcastic) Awwwww! How sweeeeet!! And not cliche

at all!

<< But he didn't really know what to do, despite the

previous intimacy they'd shared. Yet, he had to do

something...

"Shut up," Heero said. Then he leaned in and kissed

Duo. >>

Duo: ::extremely sarcastic:: How romantic! You're such

a sweet-talker, Hee-chan!

Heero: Don't call me that.

<< "Ohh..." Duo moaned in surprise and let the kiss

happen. Heero put one hand behind his head, his

fingers tangling in the fly-aways that had escaped the

braid. His other arm wrapped around Duo's waist. Duo

hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of the jeans at

the small of Heero's back, bringing his old lover

closer.

Heero pushed him back against the counter, deepening

the kiss. Their tongues warred gently yet

passionately, heated breaths mingling. Duo rocked his

hips slightly, receiving an answering thrust from

Heero. >>

Wufei: O_O;;; ::giant nosebleed:: ::grabs giant box o'

Kleenex from Kleenex-space::

Quatre: O_O ::blushing deeply::

Trowa: ///_O;; .................................

Heero and Duo: :: exchange look and smirk::

<<He moaned hoarsely, low in his throat. So much...

so fast... Too fast. Things were going much too

fast.>>

Duo: He just barely gets inside my apartment and we're

two steps from a very bad lemon? Naahh... that's not

too fast at ALL.

<< He still didn't even know why Heero had come yet!

Plus the whole thing had a feeling of unrealness too

it, like a dream.

*Please don't let this be a dream,* he thought

desperately, then broke off the kiss, pushing Heero

away. >>

Heero: Now ~there's~ a first.

Wufei: ::nosebleed increases::

<< // But have we found //

// The same old fears? //

Heero let go when Duo shoved him back, too shocked to

do otherwise. He hadn't expected that Duo would reject

him. It... hurt. He could feel his racing heart grow

heavy. Duo didn't want him? >>

Duo: ::blink blink:: He just barely gets inside my

apartment, we're two steps from a very bad lemon, and

he thinks I don't WANT him?

<< Not that he could blame Duo. He'd admit that the

way he'd let Duo go hadn't been the most painless of

ways. Then they'd been apart for so long... Well,

maybe not that long in relative terms. >>

Trowa: There the author goes again, being indecisive.

<< But it'd felt like an eternity. >>

All: JUST PICK ONE ALREADY!!

<< How could he have expected anything but a

rejection, coming here as he had done?

He- Heero," Duo said, panting a little. The American

waited until he had Heero's attention. "What are you

doing here?"

He looked deeply into Heero's eyes from a foot away.

Speared in that gaze, >>

Quatre: Ow! That sounds painful.

<< Heero was forced to examine exactly why he'd come.

He knew nothing but the truth would do. But was he

brave enough to tell it? >>

Trowa: Uh-oh. Here comes the sappy moment.

<< " I... >>

Wufei: ::recovering from nosebleed:: (as Heero) ... Oh

darn! What was I gonna say?

<< couldn't stay away," Heero responded quietly after

yet another painfully long pause. He heard Duo gasp a

bit.

"You...?" Duo said blankly, as if not comprehending.

>>

Trowa: You definitely aren't the sharpest person in

the fic, are you, Duo?

Duo: Shut up.

<< He blinked.

He blinked again. >>

Duo: Then I winked, just for a change of pace.

Wufei: That wasn't funny.

Duo: I know! I'm sorry! ::fake sobs::

<< He sat up from his position on the couch, the tv

blaring in his ears. He switched it off numbly, then

crumpled back down on the cushions, tears burning his

eyes and slowly making their way down his cheeks in

spite of his efforts. Damn it! DAMN IT! It'd just been

another dream! He let the sobs rip free from his

throat. >>

Trowa: Urg. That sounds painful, too.

Quatre: Oh! Poor Duo! ::pats Duo on the arm::

Wufei: Haha! ::sing-song:: Duo's cry-ing! Duo's

cry-ing! Nyah nyah nyah-nyah NYAH!

Duo: Shut up, Wu-man! ::pauses as inspiration strikes

and gets evil grin:: I'm crying cause Heero and I

didn't get to have hot, sweaty SEEEEXXXXXX!!!

Wufei: Gahhh!! ::nosebleeds::

Duo: Bwahaha! I'm getting my revenge!! ::sing-song::

Se~ex! Se~ex! Dirty nasty se~ex!

Wufei: ::holding Kleenex to his nose:: Stob dat!

Heero: It's now confirmed. The author only knows one

swear word.

<< He didn't notice that the coffee-maker was still

percolating on the counter. >>

All: Ooo~oooh! Sneak-yyyy!

<< Heero paused outside the apartment building,

looking up at one of the few lighted windows. His eyes

softened as he watched a single silhouette pass in

front of it before the light was extinguished. >>

Trowa: What they don't tell you is that the silhouette

is of five-hundred pound woman.

<< He'd been a fool to think that Duo would care for

him now. He was unworthy of any such affection. >>

Quatre: Heero, I think you have a self-esteem problem.

Duo: Yeah. I mean, you think you're unworthy after

~that~ welcome?

Heero: Hn.

<< Duo's fainting had been proof of that. >>

Wufei: ::around Kleenex and bloody nose:: Duo, your

fig-self is weag.

Duo: Well.... yeah.

<< // Wish you were here //

Heero sighed, then continued to walk away.>>

Duo: (as fic-self) FINE! Just GO then!

Heero: (as fic self) FINE! Maybe I WILL!

Duo: FINE!

Heero: FINE!

Others: ::sweatdrop::

Wufei: Ged a roob.

<< THE END >>

All: WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! ::celebratory dancing::

Heero: ::first to come to his senses:: Hey wait,

there's a little more.

All: ::stricken expressions:: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

<<O_O ...... Look what you've made me write! That's

terrible! >>

G-boys: We agree!

<< Psyche: Hn. I liked it. >>

Wufei: Yeah, bud you're stoobid.

<< You ~would~. Damn angst. I've got enough of that

without a muse for it!

Psyche: Just wait till my Erry gets back. And Thalia,

too. They'll have you writing sap and fluff to your

heart's content. In the meantime, though.... >>

G-boys: ::shudder::

<< I've got a bad feeling about this. >>

G-boys: So do we!

<< Psyche: BWAHAHAHA!! And you there! Reading this!

REEEEEEEEEEEVVVIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEWWWW!!!! >>

(((Here the fic goes back to normal)))

The five pilots took a few minutes to recover. When

they did, Heero was the first to speak.

"So... do you want to review?"

"NO!!!!" the other four shouted in unison.

"Heero, upload as many viruses as you can to this

page!" Duo demanded.

"THEN find the server and shoot it to bits," Quatre

said with unusual vindictiveness.

"THEN find the author and kill her," Trowa added.

Wufei said something, but everything was muffled by

the Kleenex under his noise, making anything but the

word "injustice" incomprehensible.

Heero sweatdropped.

"I can't do that. The orders were to do this to as

many of these stories as we possibly could. To destroy

the page would ruin the mission," he informed them.

A deadly silence fell. Then the teenagers fled the

room.

THE REAL "THE END"

Weeeeeelll?? For my first MST, how was it? TELL

MEEEEEE!!!

Eros: ::sighs and holds up sign that reads: "Send all

Comments and Criticisms to [email protected]"