Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, Nestle Crunches, Tootsie Rolls, or anything else you might think I own. I own nothing but the brain that came up with this idea. I make no profit everything's just for Fun! Remember this takes place after Endless Waltz, but it's AU only in the fact they still own their Gundams.

 

 

 

And Then There were Six.

By: Msmelanie

 

Chapter Six: Night Trouble.

 

One by One the pilots were all dropped off  where they needed to be...

 

"Oh, my aching bones!" Hilde whined as she stepped into her apartment.

 

"Yeah, I know. Hectic day, but at least you made some friends." Duo replied shutting the door behind them.

 

"Almost 6:00." Hilde said aiming for the couch. "Our shows'll be coming on."

 

"Yep." Duo replied helping Hilde sit down. He went to the kitchen and fixed them some popcorn, then took a seat next to Hilde.

 

"Duo?" Hilde asked.

 

"Yeah, what is it?" Duo asked popping some popcorn in his mouth.

 

Hilde looked at Duo. "What should we name our boy?"

 

Duo starting to choke a kernel. "Uuhhhh..."

 

"Why can't we just call it Duo Maxwell? I think you've got a great name." Hilde added.

 

"I...I don't care what you name the kid Hilde, just not after me." Duo replied.

 

"Why?" Hilde asked.

 

"'Cause when you yell out 'Duo!' we'll both turn our heads around." Duo said quickly. "Just...call it whatever you want."

 

Hilde crossed her arms over her stomach. "Fine then, I'll call him Stuart Minkus."

 

Duo choked on his popcorn again. "No, anything but that!"

 

Hilde glanced at him. "Okay, then Garp."

 

"No way! This kid's not gonna have a corny name like that! Pick something else!" Duo whined.

 

"You're so picky for not caring, Duo." Hilde replied smiling mischievously. "How about Mermie Schpicker Schbeiker? Doesn't that have a nice ring to it?"

 

Duo just groaned. "Fine, Hilde. Name it Duo."

 

Hilde glanced at Duo and laughed. "I really don't want to call him that, you know. I just wanted to give you a hard time."

 

Duo just smiled at Hilde. "I wanted you to name him after me before because I wanted to play a father." Duo explained. "Now that I'm the real father...I don't wanna play anymore."

 

Hilde just smiled at Duo. "It's alright Duo. I get scared sometimes too."

 

Duo looked at the T.V. screen. "You need to give it a great name. A name that's been proven to be tough. Something solid like Dave or Mike or-"

 

"Michael! Duo, that's perfect!" Hilde cried out happily.

 

"No, not Michael. Mike." Duo responded.

 

"No, Duo. It's Michael." Hilde replied.

 

"Nuh-uh. Mike." Duo replied again.

 

"Duo, it's Michael! Michael's nicer!" Hilde shouted.

 

"Hilde, Michael's not right. It sounds too much like Michelob." Duo explained.

 

"Michael doesn't sound like Michelob!" Hilde shouted again.

 

"Uh-huh. Then the moment I tell the guys it's Michael, they'll say I named it 'cause it sounds like beer." Duo rebuttaled.

 

"Duo! Our son's name does not sound like beer!" Hilde suddenly cried out. Then she started to pout.

 

"Okay, it doesn't." Duo tried to apologize. "Calm down. Look, our shows are coming on!"

 

Hilde stopped sniffling.

 

Duo put his hands over Hilde's. "Michael Schbeiker. You're right, it doesn't sound like beer."

 

Hilde laughed. "Alright Duo, I forgive you. Now be quiet, our shows are coming on!"

 

"Except Maybe german beer." Duo muttered nder his breath.

 

Time passes on until it's about 10:00 in Europe...

 

Quatre looked over at Dorothy who was comfortably reading in a chair. "Ms. Dorothy?"

 

Dorothy sighed. "Yes, Mr. Winner?"

 

"I was wondering where I should retire for the night at." Quatre replied.

 

"There's a guest bedroom on the left." she replied.

 

"..."

 

Dorothy looked up from her book.

 

Quatre rubbed his head. "Is that close to your room?"

 

Dorothy just looked at him. "..."

 

Quatre realized his mistake. "I-I mean that if the scientists try anything I should be near, that's all."

 

"Oh." Dorothy replied putting up her book. "In that case I suppose you could sleep in the room next to mine." Dorothy stood up and started to walk out of the room. Quatre followed Dorothy around for about 8 turns up the stairs.

 

"That's my room." she indicated pointing to a door. "You can sleep in this room." she said opening up the double doors beside hers. "It shares a bathroom with mine, so knock before you enter."

 

"...okay." Quatre replied.

 

"Goodnight, Mr. Winner." Dorothy said shutting her door.

 

Later that night...

 

Quatre looked up at the ceiling from under the covers. 'Unfamiliar ceiling. Oh no...I gotta cut down on watching Evangelion again.' Quatre stretched his arms. 'Life sure is strange...one minute your fighting to protect the colonies...then Earth...then your being forced to fight with Duke Dermail's granddaughter...then your protecting her.' Quatre leaned over on his side. 'Those scientists are really tricky. What if they know I'm just next door already?' then Quatre started to get tense. 'What if they got by the security system and gave her something to knock her out?!' Then Quatre stood up. 'What if the substance they put in the pizza has a boomerang effect and knocks her out while they are trying something?!!'

 

Quatre looked at his door. 'Maybe if I just check up on her...'

 

Quatre got out of bed and put a nearby robe on. He walked out the door and slightly started to open Dorothy's door...

 

Suddenly, Quatre ducked a bullet that had aimed straight at him!

 

'Oh no!' Quatre yelled at himself as he ran back to his room. 'I forgot my gun!'

 

"Mr. Winner!!" Dorothy yelled out.

 

"I'm coming!" Quatre shouted as he grabbed his gun. He opened the two connecting bathroom doors  and turned on a nearby light switch. When he turned them on he saw...Dorothy pointing a gun at him?

 

"Dorothy?!" Quatre shouted. "Why do you have a gun?!"

 

"I thought the scientists might attack." she replied. "They came through the front doors and ran back out."

 

"...no, that was me." Quatre said putting his gun away.

 

"What?" Dorothy asked confused.

 

"I thought they might try to knock you out again, so you couldn't warn me." Quatre explained.

 

Dorothy looked at Quatre. "This isn't working."

 

"No, it's not. I think we should both stay in the same room." Quatre replied.

 

"..."

 

"Uuuhh...living room!" Quatre shouted nervously. Then he cleared his throat. "Let's just grab some blankets and pillows and sleep in the living room, okay?"

 

Dorothy sighed, put down her gun and grabbed her pillow. "If you would've told me this morning that I would be attacked by a gundam pilot, then have to share the living room to sleep with him  I never would've believed you."

 

Quatre just smiled. "One more thing...is there any one else in your place right now?"

 

"No, why?" Dorothy asked.

 

"I don't want to shoot a maid or something." he replied.

 

Dorothy just laughed.