Accidently untitled
"I think it's definite, Lena," Mil said thoughtfully,
once Duo had finished filling him in on recent alternate-universe history.
"Both our counterparts are certifiable."
"At least yours isn't
begging randomly selected young men to kill him," Lena pointed out,
amused.
"No, but he still has a death wish. Sorry, Heero, but if I ever
find myself fighting you I'll take every advantage I can get. I certainly won't
handicap myself to give you a 'fair fight'!"
"Hn," Heero grunted,
smirking faintly. "I don't have a problem with that idea."
"Just so long
as you understand that we don't feel obligated to give you a fair fight,
either," Duo added, grinning dangerously at Mil.
"Which is all kind of
academic seeing as we're on the same side, guys," Christy said pointedly,
rolling her eyes at Lena.
"Men," Lena agreed. "The testosterone kicks in
and they start flexing their muscles automatically. Pathetic, isn't
it?"
"Yeah... hormones have a lot to answer for," Christy growled
half-seriously, glaring impartially at all of the male Gundam
pilots.
"Just because you aren't getting laid, ma cherie, is no reason to
get snippy at those of us who are," Dan leered, leaning against Asuka's
hip.
"And we can just stop this line of conversation right now," Mil said
quickly, "because, quite frankly, that was more than I needed to know,
okay?"
"Whatever you say, Mil old bean," Jay chirped amiably, taking a
break from scanning the base through her binoculars while making sonar 'ping'
noises. "So, what brings you two down into this neck of the woods, anyway? Last
we heard, you were up around Dai-Nippon and points south."
"Since when
have you needed to ask?" Lena blinked, startled.
"Since I'm still
shielding so I don't pick up the stuff Mil doesn't want to know about, eh wot.
Christy and Mel get a bit creeped out when I start breathing heavily for no
apparent reason in the middle of a conversation, don'tcherknow."
"Ahh. I
see," Lena said dryly, ignoring her brother making quiet gagging noises behind
her. "We're actually on our way down to reinforce Mahadet, before the Theos get
their thumbs out of their collective asses and start pushing again. The OZ
Alliance doesn't have a big enough force to spare-- at least, not in one place
and ready to move-- so they asked nicely and waved money at us, and here we
are."
"Not to mention that a lot of commanders don't want to stick their
heads into the Mahadet meatgrinder," Mil said mildly, "so they're coming up with
all sorts of creative reasons why they can't go. The Sanque Combined
Forces... Boldly going where no-one else wants to. That's us!"
"It's
getting us danger pay, brother mine, and we need the cash," Lena pointed out.
"Mercenary work may not be exactly what our parents expected us to be doing, but
it's keeping our subjects fed and armed."
"And it majorly pisses off the
Theos," Mel grinned. "Have they tried to hire you again lately?"
"Twice,"
Mil drawled, sitting down on the roof parapet and brushing ineffectually at the
drying paint on his pants. "Apparently, they didn't get the hint when Lena sent
the last messenger back with 'When Hell Freezes Over' tattooed on his
butt."
"I wanted Torovha to have to get mooned in order to read my note,"
the Queen of Sanque mused, grinning evilly and looking less like Relena than
ever.
"...Excuse me, but I'd just like to make sure I have this
straight," Quatre said slowly, ignoring the sniggers and catcalls that remark
had prompted. "The Theodorians invaded your country, forcing you and most of
your subjects into exile... and NOW they're trying to hire you to fight on
their side?"
"Yep," Lena nodded. "Torovha figures mercenaries
don't care about previous enmities, or anything like that, so long as the money
is all right."
"We told you Torovha wasn't the brightest bulb in the
box," Christy said cheerfully. "Not the sharpest tool in the shed."
"But
he is still a tool," Mel snickered.
"Not the sharpest knife in the
drawer!" Jay burbled gleefully. "Your turn, Asuka."
"Hn," the Glacin teen
sneered. "He's thick. Why bother with euphemisms?"
"Because
they're fun," Jay pouted, sounding rather hurt.
"It would be more fun to
just shoot him," Asuka growled.
"If only it were that easy,"
Christy moaned.
"Want to try again?"
"He'd just dive behind one of
his minions, like the last three times we went after him," she grumbled. "I'm
getting sick of whacking the small fry."
"Well, this ought to
cheer you up," Jay told her, ducking down so that her binoculars barely cleared
the parapet. "Lieutenant Valeri at eleven o'clock!"
Christy snatched up
her paint pistol and spun around to take aim, followed by Mel and Dan. "Mine!"
she snarled, lining up the shot. "Don't even think about it,
Mel!"
"Spoilsport," Mel sighed, putting the small paint grenade back in
her pocket.
"So that's Lieutenant Stick-up-the-ass, huh?" Duo asked,
peering through his borrowed rifle scope. "He looks like a
prat."
*phutphutphutphutphut*
"He is a prat," Christy
smirked, lowering the pistol.
"DAMN IT, STEP-- TWO!" a voice
bellowed.
"Score!" Dan cheered.
"Pink is not his colour,"
Duo 'tsk'ed, taking up the slack on his trigger. "Or orange, or purple." He
squeezed off a shot, then smirked and lowered the rifle. "Green, on the other
hand, goes quite well with his complexion."
"Not for long," Jay pointed
out, "seeing as he's going red in the face..."
* * * * *
"So,
what's our next move?" Duo asked a little nervously, limping slowly back from
dinner between Heero and Wufei. "I mean, is there a next move we should
be making, or..."
"You mean, do we move in together or something like
that?" Wufei asked, and Duo nodded, blushing.
"I hadn't thought of that,"
Heero muttered, looking startled.
"I won't make the obvious comment,"
Wufei teased. "It would be far too easy... Hm. I honestly don't know, Duo. For
one thing, it would involve moving at least some of the other pilots around,
too."
"Trowa and Quatre seem happy enough sleeping in separate rooms and
just making time to be together whenever they can fit it in," Heero mused. "And
I don't know if Dan and Asuka want to be together when they aren't
actually getting it on."
"For another thing, it really depends on what
you want," Wufei went on gently, tightening the arm he had wound around
Duo's waist to support him. "If you don't want to make that move yet, that's
okay with us. If you do... well, great, and we'll probably work out whose room
we take over according to who would argue the least."
"Dan would argue,"
Heero said definitely.
"So would Christy," Duo nodded. "I don't
think she'd be happy about having to take down all her gun clips and remount
them somewhere else."
"What about Mel?" Heero asked, glancing across to
Wufei.
"I've only been on speaking terms with her for the past two days,"
the Chinese pilot retorted dryly. "I hardly think I'm qualified to make
pronouncements on her preferences... that said, however, she might be our best
bet. We'd probably have to bribe her, though, and she's perfectly capable of
demanding something outrageous."
"Maybe we should just leave things the
way they are for now, then, and see what happens?" Duo said tentatively, looking
back and forth between his two new lovers. "If that's okay with
you...?"
"Certainly," Wufei said easily, and Heero nodded. "So long as
you're happy," Wing's pilot said gruffly, reaching out to squeeze Duo's
hand.
"Thanks guys," Duo sighed gratefully, a quick look of relief
appearing on his face for an instant as Wufei pushed open the door to the
barracks and helped him through. "I mean, I don't want you to think I don't want
to or anything, but--"
But you're still a bit unsure and nervous about
taking the next step in this relationship, Wufei finished mentally,
exchanging glances with Heero over Duo's head. "That's all right. We--"
A
loud crash from the direction of the bedrooms cut him off, and all three of them
jumped. Muffled swearing could be heard, and then a series of thumping
noises.
"What the hell was that?" Heero said
sharply.
"Christy's redecorating, or something," Asuka said in a bored
voice from where he was draped over the most comfortable chair in the
room.
Wufei scowled at him. "She still has one arm in a cast, and you
aren't helping her?"
"Hn."
"My mistake," Wufei muttered,
helping Duo towards the door to the bedrooms. "This is you we're talking
about."
The swearing and banging noises were clearer once they were in
the hallway. "Shit! Merde! Chyort! Blyad! Bugger!" There was one last
loud crash, then a sort of twanging noise, and Christy's voice dropped to an
annoyed-sounding mutter.
"Um... Christy?" Duo asked uncertainly, poking
his head around the open door. "D'you need any... um... What are you doing to my
bed?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Christy growled, hauling on a
piece of wire and swearing under her breath as it slipped.
"It looks like
you're wiring his bedframe to another bed," Heero said flatly, "but I can't work
out why."
Christy glared at him for an instant, then went back to winding
what looked like heavy-duty fence wire around the tops of the two bedheads.
"General Pet did say he wanted us to room together by numbers, so we're
stuck with each other as roommates for now," she said with exaggerated patience.
"However, I said I didn't mind if you took over the room once in a while
to play threesies in, and I meant it... but judging by how much of the Han
Hero's tail was hanging over the edge of the bed last night, you'll end up
damaging yourselves if you all try to fit onto one bed. Nice ass, by the way,
Chang. Anyway," the Theran pilot continued, raising her voice slightly to be
heard over the sputtering noises coming from Wufei, "until your new bed arrives,
you'll just have to make do with two beds wired together and be careful of the
gap between the matresses."
"New bed?" Duo said weakly, feeling rather
steamrollered. "What new bed?"
"The one I ordered for you, of
course."
"Can I help you with that?" Heero asked, apparently deciding
that her current project was a good idea and should be assisted. "And it
is very nice," he added in a whisper, patting the bit of Wufei in
question as he stepped past him.
"Help, hell, you can do it,"
Christy said cheerfully, dropping the wire and bouncing off the bedframe. "I'll
supervise. Stop blushing, Chang; it's actually a damn fine ass, and you're just
going to have to get used to taking compliments gracefully."
Heero raised
an eyebrow at her sudden mood change, but picked up the wire and set to
work.
"Thanks, Christy... I think," Duo said dryly, limping across to sit
next to her on her bed as Wufei (still blushing) went to help Heero. "And please
stop embarrassing Wufei; he's not used to it."
"But he looks so cute when
he squirms and goes pink like that!"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean
you're allowed to cause it."
"Spoilsport."
"And proud of
it. Now lay off!"
"*sigh* Yes, Mort. ...Can I bug Heero,
then?"
"No."
* * * * *
Two days passed without
serious incident, as the new pair and trio cautiously started to feel their way
into their changed relationships... sometimes literally, as Mel proved by
walking in on Dan and Asuka no less than four times in various
locations.
"I'm not even trying to find them!" she protested to an
unsympathetic audience. "In fact, after the last couple of times, I'm trying
not to find them," she added glumly, reaching up to dab cautiously at the
purple bruise spreading across her forehead. "I knew Asuka had a mean streak
when it comes to throwing things, but I wasn't expecting Dan to try to
brain me with a wrench."
"Tell me where they are!" Jay almost begged. "I
say, it's not fair that I can't find them no matter how hard I try, and
you're getting an eyeful every hour, wot!"
"No," Mel
insisted. "It's more than my life is worth. Unshield and scan for them, if you
want to perv that badly!"
"Not bloody bad enough to risk Asuka's wrath,
don'tcherknow. He'd get awfully nasty if he thought I was eavesdropping on his
private plans for mass mayhem, or whatever it is that lurks deep in his heart of
hearts."
"Right now, I'd say it's more likely to be... ah, never mind,"
Christy cut herself off, getting up. "I'm off to do some work on Hades, unless
that's where the lovebirds are nesting...?"
"Not unless they've moved
into the hangar since I disturbed them," Mel shrugged, feeling her bruise again.
"Ouch. Have we got any ice?"
----------
After kicking the hangar
door a few times, Christy opened it slightly and yelled through the crack. "OI!
Female pilot coming in! Anybody in there who's doing anything they don't want me
to see has five seconds to get their pants back on and get out of sight!" She
waited for a few breaths, humming tunelessly to herself, then kicked the door
open and walked in.
"Hm," she muttered, looking around. "No sign of
anything going on... either they weren't in here after all, or they're getting
better at quick exits. I can't see Asuka passing up the opportunity to swear at
me, though."
"Vhat the hell vas that about?" an ascerbic voice
said from above her. "And vhat the hell have you been doing to my Hades? You've
had nearly two veeks to be fixing this damage, vhy isn't it
done?"
"Damage?! What damage?!" Christy yelped indignantly, looking up at
the open hatch.
"The damage that looks like you hit yourself vith your
own veapon, that's vhat damage!" the voice called back. "The damage I presume
that Gundam did do?" A foam brick sailed out of Hades' cockpit and
bounced off Deathscythe, standing opposite.
"...oh. That damage,"
Christy muttered, scowling. "Well... it's only a ding!" she yelled, waving her
cast. "And Dot won't let me near the toolkit 'cause of this! I'm
handicapped when my baby needs me, that's why!"
----------
"And
vhat's vith all these new modifications I'm finding?!" an unfamiliar voice was
yelling as Duo let himself into the hangar through the door from the barracks.
"Vhy aren't you sending me copies of your blueprints so I can take them into
account vhen I design additions?!"
"I don't need you to design
additions!" Christy's voice shouted back. "I can put in all the stuff I need
myself!"
"Da, like you can do all of your maintenance yourself? If you
vould just let the poor mechanics I train and send you anyvhere near this
Gundam, my Hades vouldn't be sitting here vith a ding still in
it!"
That's Petrenkovich's accent, or something similar, Duo
thought, easing around Mel's Gundam to get a look at the argument without being
seen himself. Sure as hell isn't Petrenkovich, though-- hey! Did he just
throw a brick at my Deathscythe?!
"And vhat the bloody hell
vere you doing, letting that substandard Hades clone ding you in the first
place?!" roared whoever was in Hades's cockpit. An arm appeared for an instant,
hurling another brick downwards, and Christy yelped as she dodged.
"Damn
it, Prof, do you have to throw those stupid foam bricks at me,
too?!"
"You vould prefer maybe real vuns?"
"You start using real
bricks, and I'll start using real ammo!"
"Bah. I should have had that Mel
as my pilot. She knows how to treat her scientist--"
"You've been
listening to Olwyn when he's drunk again, haven't you?"
"--and she is not
always blowing Taniwha up!"
"I only did it once!"
"Vunce, tvice,
who's counting? She doesn't do it, vhich is good for the health of everyvun who
cares about her."
"Fine! We'll switch, there! Olwyn likes me better
anyway!"
"Vait a minute, you vould get rid of me?!" A messy-haired,
long-nosed head popped out of the cockpit and stared downwards. "After all these
years ve've depended on each other? After all ve've been through together? After
all ve've been to each other? ...aah, never mind that part..."
"You know,
Dyadya[1], you really shouldn't plan your arguments with your mistress before
going to visit other people," Christy said, smiling up at him as he clambered
out and swung down on the lift wire. "Your lines start leaking into other
conversations."
...G?! Duo thought incredulously, leaning out of
hiding for a better view. The man swinging down had looks that were less extreme
than 'his' professor-- no scar, for one thing; the nose was shorter, the
mushroom-hairdo smaller and messier, but it was still recognisably Professor
G.
"Olvyn only says he likes you best to annoy his pilot, anyvay," he
said gruffly, landing and holding out his arms for a hug. "Ve'd both be
miserable if you svapped us."
"Awww... does that mean you still wuv me
best, Dorogoy Dyadya[2]?" Christy crooned in an exaggerated childish voice as
she snuggled up, patting his back.
"Da, da, but don't spread it around,"
the Professor grumbled. "I have a reputation to keep down, you
know."
"That's nice, Dyadya." Stepping back, Christy whacked him in the
head with the foam brick he'd thrown at her earlier. "So much for abusing me
because I hadn't fixed one tiny ding yet! Jeez!"
"Awk! All right, so
maybe that vas a bit much, but I meant it about the blueprints and the
mechanics, damn it!" Combing his fingers through his hair and leaving it messier
than ever, Gredenko scowled up at Deathscythe. "So anyvay, just how crappy are
these copy-cat suits? How much vork am I going to have to do on this hunk of
junk to bring it up to our standards?"
"OI!" Duo snapped, seething. "My
Deathscythe is not a hunk of junk, or crappy!" Limping around
Taniwha's immense foot, he planted his hands on his hips and glared. "I put a
bigger ding in that thing than it put in me--"
"--by five millimetres,
big whoop," Christy muttered sullenly.
"--and I'll back any one of
our Gundams against your ripoff models any day!"
"I see
your equivalent is just as sneaky about gathering information as you are,
milaya[3]," Gredenko said, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps vorking vith him vill be
less of a chore than I thought..."
"Hoo boy," Christy sighed, stepping
forward. "Smell that testosterone. Uncle, in case you haven't guessed, this is
Duo Maxwell, pilot oh-two, owner of that non-crap assemblage of lethal
weaponry. Mort, this is Professor Gredenko, my scientist and godfather, nearly
as good a Gundam designer and mechanic as he thinks he is; he'll be your
professor too, if he can keep from annoying you enough to kill him. Make nice,
guys."
Before Duo could answer, the main hangar door banged open and Mel
charged in. "Oi Christy! Batten down the hatches! I just heard that the Five Mad
Mechanics are on their way!"
"Well, Mad Mechanic Number Two is already
here," Christy told her calmly, squinting an eye as a foam brick ricocheted off
her head.
"*aheh* So I see," Mel said, grinning lopsidedly as she brushed
her disarranged bangs back into place and picked up the brick that Gredenko had
hit her with. "I, ah, don't suppose the Austral Territories' Multicultural
Posterboy has turned up yet?"
"You mean Ollie?" Christy asked. "Haven't
seen him. Haven't heard him, either, which is the surprising part."
"Ah,
good. I've still got time to reset the codes on Taniwha's hatches,
then."
The door slammed open again before Mel had taken more than a
couple of steps towards her Gundam, and Jay bolted through it, dragging Quatre.
"Yoicks! Yikes! Flee for your lives, the Five Mad Mechanics are
coming!
"*A-hem*"
Jay skidded to a halt as she came face to face
with Gredenko, and Quatre thudded into her back. Behind them, Trowa walked
calmly through the door.
"Errrr... eek, the Four Mad Mechanics are
coming, and hello nice Professor Gredenko?" Jay hazarded, eyes wide behind her
smeared glasses. "Don't hit me, I'm harmless!"
Gredenko pulled yet
another foam brick out from inside his lab coat, tossed it thoughtfully in his
hand for a moment, then gently reached out and removed her glasses before
beaning her with the ersatz construction material. "Harmless, my Tatar-tush," he
growled, handing her glasses back. "I know perfectly vell vhat you're like,
Jarvia."
"Erk! Not the name," she squeaked theatrically, clutching at her
throat as she staggered back, still tugging Quatre by one hand. "Anything but
the real name-- run for it Wonder Boy, it's every psychic for herself,
wot!"
Mel shook her head pityingly as Jay bolted for Dyscalculia, leaving
Quatre wobbling in the middle of the hangar with a confused look on his face.
"Pathetic. You don't see me overreacting like that, do you?"
"Who
was that yelling 'batten down the hatches', then, Mel?" Duo asked, starting to
forget his annoyance as he watched the Firman pilots'
antics.
"That was a perfectly rational response to the situation,"
Mel sniffed, sidling closer to Taniwha. "I didn't grovel when the Tatar
Tyrant turned out to be here already." She was already ducking as the foam brick
whizzed in, and it ricocheted off Taniwha's leg, bouncing back at an angle to
whack Trowa in the back of the head as he walked past.
"Bank shot! Ten
points!" Mel yelled, swinging upwards on her lift wire. She upset Gredenko's aim
on his next shot by throwing the first brick he'd hit her with, and was inside
Taniwha's cockpit with the hatch shut behind her before he could try
again.
"Oh, Mel, that's cruel!" Christy said insincerely.
"Spoiling his fun like that!"
< < You can stay out there and be his
moving target if you want, > > Mel told her through the external speakers.
< < Me, I'm reprogramming Taniwha's codes and setting the security system
to 'puree'... > >
Asuka stalked in, dragging a roll of barbed wire
behind him, and headed straight for Morkeleb with a nod in passing to Gredenko.
"Hn."
"Good afternoon to you, too, molodoy cheloviek[4]," Gredenko said,
eyeing the roll of wire. "Somehow, I vas picturing you as more of a razor vire
type of person."
"There isn't any," Asuka scowled, starting to unroll the
wire into a circle around his Gundam. "You wouldn't happen to know anything
about that, would you?" he added, glaring darkly at Christy, then up at
Taniwha.
< < I swear with my hand on my heart that I haven't seen
any razor wire around here for weeks, > > Mel said sincerely, and
Taniwha placed one hand on its armoured chest with a clang.
"...which is
when we took it all out of stores and hid it," Christy muttered under her breath
to Gredenko, very quietly. He nodded wisely, and changed the
subject.
"And vhere is Dan? I vould have expected him here even before
Mel," he asked, looking around. "And the other two counterparts?"
<
< They don't know enough to tremble in fear when they find out you're here,
> > Jay said cheerfully. < < Yet. > >
"Ah, vell, ve
von't grade them then, this time." Gredenko shrugged.
"'Grade'?" Quatre
asked curiously, then blushed. "I'm sorry, we haven't been
introduced--"
"Bozhe moi[5], a polite Gundam pilot! Definitely from a
different vorld," the professor said, blinking. "Professor Gredenko," he added,
bowing slightly.
"I'm Quatre Winner, and this is Trowa
Barton."
"Oh-four and oh-three, yes? A pleasure. You had a
kvestion?"
< < As opposed to kvetching, which is what he gets from
us, > > Mel snickered.
"Er, yes. What did you mean when you said
'grade'?"
"Vhen the pilots find out ve are coming before ve get here--
vhich is usually," Gredenko said matter-of-factly, "they do everything they can
to keep us out of their Gundams. Ve hack our vay past their security systems,
and grade them. Barbed vire and other such physical barriers don't really
count," he added, jerking his head towards Asuka as the Glacin pilot added
another layer to his spiky fence, "but Solmundsen has gotten used to carrying
vire cutters and gloves, and it keeps him happy. So! Next time you vill
know to lock up vhen you hear ve are on our vay."
"...I see," Quatre said
blankly. "Perhaps we should fetch Heero and Wufei, and introduce them to you,
too?"
< < Oh, please, > > Mel purred. < < Please
do. I want to see the look on Mister Talkative's face when he meets Jamieson.
> >
Christy shuddered. "Oh, that's frightening!"
"For whom?"
Gredenko asked.
"Heero. From what little he's told us, his Doctor J
sounds very different to our Doctor Jamieson. The accent alone ought to
throw him for a loop..."
----------
All the pilots had assembled
in the hangar by the time the other scientists were expected to arrive. Dan had
wandered in, slightly rumpled and with a silly grin on his face, and was the
only one of the Firman pilots who didn't really seem to care that the Mad
Mechanics were about to descend upon them. He did, however, seem rather
disappointed that Asuka had locked himself into Morkeleb and was showing no
signs of ever planning to come out of his barbed wire cocoon.
"I don't
see what Christy thinks will be so shocking about meeting an alternate version
of Dr. J," Heero muttered to Wufei. "Gredenko's not that different from
G, and I'm used to the whole idea of counterparts now... well, sort
of."
"Christy said something about an accent," Duo volunteered, leaning
down from his perch on top of Deathscythe's foot.
"So? Gredenko has an
accent, and it hasn't had that much of an effect on you," Heero
shrugged.
"Not once I got my head around the way he looks, no," Duo
admitted. "It was kind of freaky for a moment there, though."
"Worse than
Lena and Mil?" Wufei raised one eyebrow. "You handled their appearance
better than anyone else... except possibly Trowa, who didn't seem to react at
all."
"Um... yes and no," Duo said thoughtfully. "It was easier to accept
in some ways because he isn't an exact physical duplicate, but...
somehow, the differences really rubbed in the fact that we're in an alternate
universe, you know? It wasn't like seeing Dr. G with a nose job and a new
haircut; it was somebody else, filling his space in this world, different enough
for me to see him as a different person, but similar enough to be kind of
creepy. Uh... am I making any sense here?"
Wufei nodded
emphatically. "Yes... I see your point."
It's similar to why Mel had
problems with my existence, he mused, shooting a glance across at Taniwha.
She resented me because I was too much like her fiance, without actually
being him. Similar enough to open old wounds, but unable to heal
them...
I wonder how different this world's version of Master O
is? he thought, suddenly uneasy.
Heero seemed to share his doubts. "I
hadn't thought of that aspect, Duo, you're right... but how different can this J
be?"
"Bloody hell, you're the stupidest wanker I've ever come across,
Jamieson!" a deep Australian-accented voice bellowed outside. "That'll never
work!"
"Och, yer just doubtin' me genius 'cause ye can't do the math in
yer head like the rrrest of us, y'overgrown Austral import!" a second voice
retorted in a heavy Scots burr. "Drink yer piss-weak beer an' shut yer
gob!"
The door slammed open and the two arguing scientists walked in,
ignoring everything around them as they shouted into each others'
faces.
"Like you'd know a real beer if it bit ya!" the taller, bald man
roared, jabbing one finger into Jamieson's chest and waving his bush hat with
the other hand. It didn't really go with his flamboyant Hawaiian shirt, but
did coordinate nicely with his khaki shorts and heavy walking
boots.
"Aye, well, that's because I don't waste mah time on fizzy
dishwater!" Jamieson sneered, flicking his long silver ponytail back over his
shoulder. "It's the Water of Life that's a rrreal man's drink, Olwyn, as you'd
know if y'ever trrried it!"
"Gods," Wufei whispered, staring
wide-eyed.
"Fuck," Heero agreed, mesmerised by Jamieson's tartan
golf pants.
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End 'Warped Mirrors
Chapter
15
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Notes:
[1] Dyadya- Uncle,
Russian
[2] Dorogoy Dyadya- Uncle dear, Russian
[3] milaya- darling or
sweetheart, Russian
[4] molodoy cheloviek- young man, Russian
[5] Bozhe
moi- exclamation of surprise, Russian/Ukranian
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