"Sign Me Up"
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Heero and Wufei found a relatively quiet
corner between two buildings... and then just stared at each other for a
minute.
"Now what?" Heero said eventually.
One corner of Wufei's
mouth quirked up in a humourless smile. "We seem to have a problem. Don't
we?"
"Damn right we do," the Japanese pilot growled. "Do you have any
idea how we're going to solve this problem? I don't think trying to beat
each other's brains out is a good idea. For one thing, in the situation we've
ended up in," he jerked his head at the base around them, and, by inference, the
whole world, "we can't afford to be distracted."
"For another, there may
be no point in quarrelling over Duo," Wufei pointed out dryly. "If he's only
interested in one of us-- or neither-- the fact that we both want him
won't matter in the least." He raised an eyebrow at Heero's surprised
expression. "I see you hadn't considered that. Just because he's gay doesn't
mean he's automatically going to find us attractive."
"...True," Heero
admitted grudgingly. "After all, he hasn't... er... shown interest. I
thought he liked girls."
"So did I," Wufei snorted. "On the plus side,
that may be because he thought we weren't going to be interested and didn't want
to... upset us."
Heero grinned, rather nastily. "I can believe that. I
thought you were straight, too. Probably violently straight... that is,
if you had any sexuality at all."
"Likewise."
"So, now what do we
do?"
"Show him we have an interest, and see what develops."
"If
anything," Heero muttered. He rubbed at his face, stifling a yawn. "We should go
wait for Duo, or get some sleep, or--"
"Not just yet," Wufei interrupted.
"What are we going to do if he's interested in both of
us?"
"What?" Heero looked incredulous. "Now I know you're already asleep,
and dreaming!"
"It may not be out of the question," the Chinese
pilot said seriously. "Remember what Jay said last night at
dinner?"
"Her?! That nutcase?!"
"Either she really can read minds,
or she does a very good imitation of it," Wufei insisted. "The General certainly
believes her. She seems to be the main reason we're not locked up as lunatics or
Theodorians. And she did ask Duo which one of us he was going to pick-- or
both."
Heero was silent.
"She also thought we'd be willing
to share."
"Well, that part has to have been wishful thinking, because
I don't share anything important," Heero snapped. "Duo is
definitely important!"
"Important enough for you to change your
mind?" Wufei shot back. "What if he doesn't want to choose between
us?"
"Oh, great. In thirty seconds, you've gone from 'maybe he doesn't
want either of us' to a love triangle. Make up your mind!"
"I already
have," Wufei told him, stepping forward. "I did a lot of thinking last night,
waiting for them to get back. I want Duo, but most of all, I want him to be
happy. If that means giving him up because he wants you, I'll live with
it. And if he wants both of us, I'm not going to upset him by fighting over him,
or making him choose between us. I'm going to do my best to get on with you...
whether you cooperate or not." He smirked slightly, and Heero abruptly realised
that he'd somehow been backed up against the wall.
"In fact," Wufei said
quietly, "while I was doing all of that thinking, I worked out that sharing Duo
might not be that bad... especially if we end up sharing each other, as
well."
He leaned in slowly, giving Heero plenty of time to get away if he
wanted to; but Heero just stood there, wide-eyed, watching the Chinese teen get
closer. So Wufei kissed him.
It was just a light, brushing touch, the
faintest of pressure, warm breath tickling over Heero's lips as Wufei pulled
back a fraction.
"Well?" he asked softly. "Yes? Maybe? No?" Wufei
chuckled. "'Omae o korosu'?"
"Ah... " Heero swallowed, clearing his
throat. "I think I did a lot less thinking than you last night. I need to, uh,
work out how I feel about--"
Wufei suddenly burst out laughing, nearly
staggering into Heero.
"Oh, gods!" he sputtered, leaning on the other
pilot's shoulder. "Sorry, I-- ha ha!-- I'm not laughing at you, I just-- just
thought of what Duo would say if he heard you say that. You have to
admit, for someone like him, it's a perfect straight line..."
It took a
couple of seconds before Heero worked it out, but he had to snicker too. "Yeah,"
he agreed, half grumbling. "I mean it, though. Maybe you spent a couple of hours
thinking about potential relationships, but I didn't! I need to work things out
for myself."
"A reasonable request," Wufei said, still chuckling. "After
Duo gets back from the medical center, you can sleep on it. And with that in
mind--"
He kissed Heero again, more firmly this time, nipping lightly at
his bottom lip before pulling away. "Food for thought," he explained, black eyes
glittering with humour and something more, and walked off.
Heero watched
him go, feeling rather stunned.
I have to pay more attention to
people, Heero thought eventually. I thought Duo was straight, and I was
sure Wufei was... um... He frowned, searching for the right word.
Frigid doesn't quite fit...
* * * * *
"Um... Dot?" Christy
looked quizzically down at the resin cast Dorothea was putting the finishing
touches on. "Isn't it a bit long?"
"No."
"I didn't have this sort
of cast the last time I broke my arm!"
"And you managed to pull
the bones out of alignment twice before I got them properly fused. Obviously,
telling you not to use it and relying on your nonexistent common sense to keep
you out of trouble was a stupid idea; this time, I'm making sure you
can't wreck my handiwork."
"Gee," Christy said sourly, looking at
the fingertips poking out of the very end of her shoulder-to-cuticle cast.
"Thanks."
"I would have made it longer if I didn't have to be able to
check your circulation. Hush up and don't move, it's nearly dry."
Duo
snickered quietly, and Christy glared. "Let's see if you're still laughing after
she starts stitching up your leg. Dot doesn't believe in using
anaesthetic."
"Er--" Duo looked nervous and the doctor
snorted.
"Only when I'm treating people like you and Asuka. If I gave you
two a local before stitching you up, you tend to escape out a window while I'm
waiting for it to take effect."
"And this is bad how?" Christy
enquired.
Ignoring her, Dot turned to Duo. "Are you going to make me
chase you around the base with a dart gun, or are you more sensible than
that?"
"Sensible," Duo answered hastily. "Very sensible, definitely. I'm
not moving." He grinned. "Now, if it were Heero in my place, you might have an
argument on your hands..."
"Well then, it's a good thing for him that he
isn't." She pulled on a fresh pair of gloves and picked up a syringe and drug
bottle.
There was a knock at the door.
"If you don't need medical
attention, I'd advise you to leave before I can identify you!" Dot
yelled.
"I have legitimate business!" Mel's voice called. "I brought your
patients clean clothes! And you know perfectly well I'll get revenge if you do
anything nasty to me."
"Fine, fine, come in. No hanging around,
though."
Mel peered around the edge of the door frame. "All Duo's stuff
is still in Deathscythe, so I got him some of yours, Christy. That
okay?"
"Oh, right, like any of my stuff is going to fit
him!"
"Even your biggest t-shirt and that pair of sweats you said were
too baggy?"
"Well... maybe."
Doing his best to ignore Dot working
on his leg, Duo eyed Christy. "Maybe the waist measurement'll be big enough,
but... how tall are you? Five foot one?"
"Five foot
two."
"Well, it's warm enough that your ankles won't freeze at
least," Mel pointed out, tossing the bundled clothes onto Christy's
lap.
"You could've given him your stuff. Or Dan's," Christy
grumbled.
"Mine?" Mel snorted. "Then he'd get to trip over them. And Dan
wasn't around to ask."
"Neither was I!"
"He's already sharing your
room, so I figured it was okay if he got a little closer," Mel said cheerfully.
"Bye!"
"I'll get her for that," the Theran pilot muttered, sorting
one-handed through the clothes. "Well, at least she got me a good shirt," she
mused, holding up a loose t-shirt with 'BORN TO RUIN' on it.
"What do I
get?" Duo asked curiously.
"Hold still!" Dot snapped.
"I am
holding still!"
"Hold stiller then!"
Duo rolled his eyes,
then couldn't help laughing as Christy held up a black shirt emblazoned with
'DEATH - NATURE'S WAY OF TELLING YOU TO SLOW DOWN!'.
"That's not
still," Dot said crossly, pulling the needle back out of Duo's leg. "Do you want
this cut to heal straight or not?"
"Yes ma'am! Sorry
ma'am!"
"Three bags full, ma'am," Christy snickered, reaching around
behind herself to undo the ties on her hospital gown; then she paused, looking
uncertainly at the t-shirt and boxer shorts. "Hm. One working arm and bruises.
Dot?"
"I'm busy," she replied, tying off another stitch.
"Hmmm...
is Trowa still in the waiting room?"
"He'd better be, since he's supposed
to carry this one back."
"Good!" Christy hopped down from the examining
table, gingerly, and padded across to the door, opening it. "Hey, Trowa! Come
help me get dressed!"
*blink*blink*
Eyebrows raised, Trowa walked
across and held his hands out for the clothes; she handed him the boxers and
tossed the shirt onto a chair. "Just hold those open so I can step into 'em,
okay?"
"This isn't going to happen every time you get dressed until the
cast comes off, is it?" he asked, holding the boxers out.
"Well, not
exactly," she said, balancing with a hand on his arm as she stepped into the
shorts. "I figure everyone can take turns. Blame Dot. It's her
fault."
Over on the other table, Duo stifled a snicker as he imagined how
Heero, Wufei and Quatre would react to any request of that type; then he nearly
choked as Christy casually stripped off the gown, not caring that the only thing
she was wearing underneath it was the shorts Trowa had just helped her into. He
hurriedly looked away, fixing his eyes on the top of Dot's head as she continued
to suture his leg, but not before he'd gotten a good look at the scars running
across Christy's back.
Trowa's only reaction to his sudden eyeful was
another raised eyebrow as he picked the t-shirt up off the chair. "Over the cast
first, I think," he said.
"Oh, yeah," Christy agreed vehemently. "I
learned that the first time I had a cast. It has to be the first thing into the
clothes and the last thing out, otherwise you end up all tangled and strangling
yourself. Not a comfortable feeling."
"Break your arm
often?"
"Eh, every once in a while," Christy admitted, threading the cast
through a sleeve as Trowa held it open. "Shit happens. Mel generally breaks
ribs, I do arms, and Dan keeps breaking his feet for some reason. Jay hasn't
broken anything worse than a nail, and if Asuka's broken anything recently--" A
huge yawn cut her off for a moment, then she continued, "-- he isn't telling.
Oh, except for the ribs. We all break ribs."
"I thought you said Jay had
only broken nails?" Trowa pointed out, holding the other sleeve
open.
"Yeah, well, we've broken so many ribs between us, only Mel bothers
to count them any more." Christy yawned again, then scowled. "Dot! I thought you
said those were the non-drowsy painkillers!"
"They were," Dot said
smugly, tying off the last stitch. "I stuck a sedative in with the antibiotics,
though. You should have enough time to get back to your barracks and into bed,
then you'll be out."
"That's really low, Dot," Christy said indignantly.
"Hitting below the belt."
"It's the best way to win, and I never said I
was honest." The doctor stuck a sterile dressing over Duo's gash and
straightened up, stripping off her gloves. "And I did the same to you, so no
sitting up late telling lies about your heroic exploits. I want you to stay off
that leg for at least forty-eight hours, and once your bruises stiffen up, you
won't be able to use crutches, so Hair Man here or one of your macho friends
will have to carry you if you want to go anywhere. In the interest of keeping
travel to a minimum, I'm not giving you a wheelchair; live with
it!"
"Dot, that's low!" Duo echoed Christy with a false pout, spoiled
when he snickered then yawned.
"If you were officially transferred to
this base I'd have your medical records. I don't, so that means you weren't
meant to be on that mission any more than she was." Dot smirked. "You're
behaving like Two and you're being treated like Two. You're birds of a feather,
so get used to it."
Christy grinned. "Sorry, Mort. And he is Two,
Dot, for your information... or a Two, anyway. Hair Man here is another
Three, and the Macho Twins are One and Five. His Blondness is a
Four."
Dot closed her eyes as if in pain. "Are you telling me I have five
more insane maniacs-- excuse me, Gundam pilots-- to look
after?"
"Yep!"
"Shoot me now."
* * * * *
Asuka and
Dan had already gone to bed when the little procession yawned its way into the
pilots barracks, but everyone else was in the common area waiting for
them.
"Party!" Jay cheered, waving a couple of small flags she'd produced
out of nowhere.
"I don't think so," Trowa informed her, not stopping on
his way to Christy's room. "They aren't going to be awake for much
longer."
"Dot suckered us," Christy complained, staggering blearily after
him. "Antibiotics in the sleeping pills... um... sleepibiotics in the... oh,
screw it. G'night."
"Dot six, Christy two," Mel commented. "We've got to
put up a scoreboard."
"Yeah, well, you haven't beaten her once yet," the
shorter girl snorted, yawning.
"That's because we don't fight. I do what
she tells me, up to a point, and she doesn't drug me."
"S'no fun that
way. Boring."
"Boring equals peaceful equals lazy Mel," she said
cheerfully, steering Christy towards her room by the shoulders. "The philosophy
of my life in a nutshell."
Once she discovered there wasn't going to be a
party, Jay was quite content to wander off towards her own room, but everyone
else was determined to help get the wounded pilots settled, so it got quite
crowded in Christy's room. Wufei held the door open for Trowa to carry Duo in;
Heero pulled the covers down on the bed; Quatre fussed around asking if Duo
wanted anything... it was actually rather surprising that none of them managed
to accidentally trip Trowa before he got his yawning passenger safely onto the
mattress.
On the other side of the room, Mel 'parked' Christy temporarily
by her bed, untangled the covers, and pulled a small plush toy out from
underneath the pillow.
"Christy, is there anything I can get you
before... um..." Quatre trailed off uncertainly, blinking at the little fuzzy
thing as Mel handed it to Christy.
"You sleep with a stuffed toy?!" Heero
exclaimed, catching sight of it.
"This is no ordinary stuffed
toy," Mel said haughtily, gesturing at it like the prize on a TV game show.
"This is the Death of Rats, a semi-anthropomorphic personification. Show a
little respect, why don't you?"
Everybody else stared at the fuzzy rat
skeleton in a black robe, carrying a tiny scythe. A tiny fuzzy
scythe.
Heero glared at Mel. "Respect?! It's a stuffed
toy."
"That is way cool," Duo said. "Where can I get
one?"
"Grrr," Christy growled, flopping on to her bed.
"Mine."
"Yeah, but I want one for me," Duo insisted, yawning. "I'm
not gonna steal yours..."
Christy seemed to consider for a moment,
peering cross-eyed into the little skeleton's eye sockets, then held it out to
Mel. "Gimme Anubis," she ordered. "In the closet. Death of Rats wants to sleep
with Mort... just for tonight."
Pushing past a slightly stunned Quatre,
Mel solemnly presented Duo with the plushie as Wufei and Heero exchanged
bewildered looks; then she opened the closet door, scanning the stuffed toys
lined up on the top shelf, and grabbed one. Wufei glimpsed a fuzzy Gundam Hades
and something with tentacles as the door closed.
"She has a plushie of
her Gundam?" he asked slowly.
"We all do," Mel said cheerfully, handing
Christy a stuffed black jackal. "I think Asuka used his for target practice,
but... anyway, they're very popular toys in the Alliance. There's a woman on
base who made the prototypes for the company that produces them. She can make
you plushies of yours if you want. They'll be all over the place as soon as your
existence becomes public knowledge, anyway."
"Sign me up!" Duo cheered
sleepily, waving the Death of Rats. "Wanna plushie 'Scythe. Yep."
Mel
stretched, grimacing as her back popped audibly. "And on that note, seeing as
I've been up for about twenty-seven hours straight, I'm going to bed myself. You
guys can do as you please, but if Christy tells you to get out, I'd advise you
to do as she says; she keeps a pistol under her pillow alongside the plushie,
and she's been known to shoot at people who argue with her when she's drugged.
Her aim sucked, but she might get lucky. G'night."
As the door closed
behind her, Trowa and Quatre looked at each other, then at Heero and
Wufei.
"She didn't 'feel' like she was joking," Quatre said,
half-nervous, half-laughing. "Which fits with what I've observed so far. When
these people say the most outrageous things, they're being completely
truthful."
"And I'm not volunteering to take the gun away from Christy,"
Trowa told them. "I wouldn't advise you to try it, either. Good
night!"
Left alone in the room with two dozing pilots, Heero and Wufei
eyed Christy suspiciously. The object of their attention had her eyes closed,
the stuffed Anubis toy tucked under her cast... and her free hand tucked under
her pillow, presumably holding the rumoured gun.
"I can probably get it,"
Heero muttered quietly. "She's drugged, for gods' sake!"
Wufei
shot a quick glance back at Duo. He looked asleep... "Maybe," he
whispered back, "but I'd hate to have my competition removed by your getting
shot-- by a tentative ally at that! Just leave it; if she's that drugged, she
won't be trying to use it on--"
"Either try to take my gun or shut up,
guys," Christy said clearly, not opening her eyes. "And make it quick; I wanna
know if I can put the safety back on an' go to sleep."
"Yeah," Duo
mumbled, tucking the skeletal plushie under his chin. "We're s'posed to be
recuperating here. We'll tell Dot on you."
"Ooo," Christy snickered.
"Evil. Love ya, Mort."
"You can try to take her gun if you want," Wufei
told Heero dryly, heading for the door. "She is drugged, after all. I,
however, am going to obey my marching orders. Good night,
Duo."
"G'night," Duo yawned. "Or g'morning... whatever." Another yawn,
and he began snoring softly.
Christy slitted one eye open, watching Heero
hesitate. "Last chance, Yui. Make up your mind before I fall asleep, or I may
shoot you anyway, so I don't have to feel paranoid."
The Japanese pilot
surprised himself almost as much as her by reaching over and patting her, a
little awkwardly, on the shoulder. "Good night," he growled under his breath,
and walked out.
* * * * *
Late that afternoon, when most of the
pilots were awake again-- not Duo and Christy, who were expected to sleep the
clock around-- a message arrived from General Petrenkovitch, informing the 'new'
group of their computer log-in and password details, so they could do research
and make an informed decision on whether or not to support the Alliance. More
than that; he gave them the access codes to the Gundam hangar.
"...I
wasn't expecting anything like this," Heero admitted, eyeing the sheet of
paper suspiciously. "I thought we might get limited access to our
Gundams, to get our clothes and other gear, but otherwise I expected them to be
locked down until we declared our allegiance. They're showing one hell of a lot
of trust, doing this." He scowled suddenly. "Or else they've set booby-traps to
prevent us leaving unexpectedly."
"You're feeling paranoid all of
the sudden, old chap," Jay said, popping up unexpectedly behind him. "What
brought that on? ...oh, I see. No, no booby-traps," she said cheerfully. "I told
General Pet that you didn't seem to be the sort of people who'd like the Theos,
so he figures if he gives you access to information and treats you nicely,
you're more likely to choose us. Of course, the Theos would treat you nicely,
too," she mused, scratching thoughtfully under one of her messy buns of hair.
"Maybe more nicely; they don't have any Gundams, after all. They'd probably do
the booby-trap thing, though..."
Muttering to herself, she wandered
off.
Heero squeezed his eyes shut for a second. "Did anyone see her
coming?"
Trowa nodded. "Yes."
"Why didn't you warn
me?"
*Shrug* "Didn't think I needed to."
Heero glared briefly
across the table at him, then picked up the piece of paper again.
"Anyway. What was I saying before the local loon did her Jack-in-the-box
impression?"
"Booby-traps," Wufei reminded him.
"Right. We can
check for those, and should. And I don't intend to stay inside the limits of
whatever level of access they've granted us; I plan to find those limits, and
then hack through them."
Quatre nodded reluctantly. "Their choice of what
not to show us could be far more informative than what they
do."
---------------
Quatre was perfectly right. The
Alliance's choice of what information to keep from the 'new' Gundam pilots was
very informative... because they weren't trying to hide anything.
As the pilots found out over the next couple of days.
"We have unlimited
internet access-- unmonitored, too, as far as I can tell," Heero reported,
staring at his laptop screen. "That gives us access to public historical and
political databases of every university and government agency outside the
Theodorian Empire, and a few inside the Empire. They're remarkably
consistent; they all agree that the Theodorians started the war and don't intend
to stop until they rule the world. The only difference is in their explanations
of the Theodorians' motives. Alliance sources say the Emperor is a charismatic
megalomaniac, while the Theodorian sources say, and I quote, 'the massed
Theodorian populace realised that the time had come for their destiny to be made
manifest, and rose up."
"Bleah," Duo commented succinctly from his
bed.
"That about sums it up," Trowa agreed.
"The military
clearances and access they've given us are even more interesting," Quatre said
mildly. "Do you realise we have exactly the same level of access they've
given their own Gundam pilots?"
Heero looked up, startled.
"Really? I knew they'd given us a lot, but--"
"Really," Quatre
nodded, tapping at his own laptop's keyboard. "After you hacked into their
personnel records-- which are the only things on this base we don't have free
access to, by the way-- I checked."
"Hn. I was concentrating on the files
they've started on us."
"Anything interesting?" Duo asked
curiously. "I got sidetracked reading about our counterparts' backgrounds, which
are fascinating, by the way."
"Notes on our observed capabilities and
personalities," Heero informed him. "Copies of the very classified signal
Petrenkovitch sent to his superiors telling them about us and telling them-- not
advising, telling-- that we shouldn't be bothered or interrogated until
after we've made our decision on who to support."
"I wondered why we
hadn't been descended upon by military intelligence types," Wufei said dryly.
"Do you have any idea how he made that stick, though?"
"The signal also
reminded his superiors that he has total command over the military side
of the Gundam program, and he has declared us to be part of
it."
"Nice of him. Anything else?"
"One more note, dated this
morning, mentioning that although the Twos seem to be getting along like a house
on fire--"
"--causing panic, screams, and the occasional minor explosion,
right?" Duo grinned.
"-- and the Ones, Threes and Fours are at least
tolerating each other," Heero continued, shooting a wry glance sideways at
Wufei, "the Fives seem to be heading towards killing each other."
"It's
none of my doing," Wufei said sourly. "She seems to alternate between
barely tolerating my existence, making bad jokes at my expense, and hating me. I
swear, that woman spends at least half of every night glaring in my general
direction!"
"There's nothing in her background to account for it," Duo
muttered, puzzled. "At least, nothing that made it into her file. If anything,
she should like you because you're Chinese; the Aotearoan royal family
was allied with Han until the Theodorians rolled the country under, and they
took in what was left of the Han royal family."
"I'm sure it will work
out," Quatre said hopefully. "She seems reasonable enough on other subjects...
and she doesn't 'feel' as if she hates you, Wufei. She feels confused,
and resentful for some reason, and... er... sad."
"We can't do anything
about that right now," Heero cut in, getting the conversation back on track.
"Anything useful or informative in their backgrounds?"
"Well, I know
where Christy got half of her scars, now," Duo told him, "not to mention the
split personalities. She was badly injured in a Theodorian attack on a research
base when she was eleven years old, and had her parents killed in front of her
eyes."
Quatre's eyes widened. "That would be a significant trauma,
yes. I'm surprised she's as well adjusted as she is!"
"Well, now we know
why she fights for the Alliance," Trowa muttered.
"More than that;
it's why she's a Gundam pilot, and not just a soldier or MS pilot," Duo went on.
"Apparently she decided to become the biggest threat around, so the Theodorians
could never ignore her again. She certainly managed that. Her psych
evaluations are kind of scary, actually. No two alike; I think she deliberately
sets out to create a different diagnosis each time."
"From the little
I've seen, that sounds like something she'd do," Wufei sighed.
"Maybe
even the multiple personalities are a put on," Quatre suggested tentatively.
"They do 'feel' a little... off. Especially when she
switches."
"That would fit with something she said on the mission we went
on. She was listing the coping mechanisms her lot use and finished off with 'and
I'm clinically insane'. So, she could be faking it, using it as a mask...
Whatever." Duo shrugged. "Nuts or not, I like her."
Heero sighed. "Moving
on...? What about the others?"
"They all have really sketchy
official histories, and I don't think they're really accurate. I mean, Christy
probably has the most comprehensive records, and we just agreed she could be
faking insanity. Asuka doesn't even have a surname, for crying out loud!
As far as his history goes, he hatched out of Morkeleb's hangar at age ten or
so. Dan's file lists him as an orphan, but doesn't say anything about who his
parents were or what happened to them. Jay has a very complicated extended
family listed in her file-- it goes into second cousins-- but all it says
about her, um, mind reading abilities is 'cerebral anomaly, class four unknown
ability, records sealed.' And Mel's psych evaluation says 'lazy' is her dominant
mental trait, but she regularly ties with Asuka on endurance tests, which
shouldn't be possible unless she works out obsessively." Duo waggled one eyebrow
at his audience. "I think our opposite numbers are keeping just as many secrets
from their military minders as they are from us. Maybe
more."
Trowa snorted. "So, is that good or bad?"
Duo grinned.
"I think it's good. I mean, I didn't tell G everything... It certainly
indicates that they aren't puppets, anyway! Think about it, guys. If this OZ
Alliance was as restrictive and controlling as our OZ, would they
tolerate anybody in positions of responsibility with holes that big in
their histories? Hell, every time we sneaked in as cadets, we had to come up
with way better records than this!"
Wufei grinned back, almost
against his will. "Point. Good point."
"I hope that means you're
voting for 'stay and help', Wu-man, 'cause I've made my decision," Duo
said, shutting his laptop with a loud 'snap'. "Whatever you guys end up doing,
as long as we're stuck here, I'm working with
OZ."
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Chapter
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