Draft: Final
Posted: 11/11/00
Author: Jay / carboxylated@yahoo.com
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction (Tyr), Desolation Angels (Ashura, if she wants it)
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Title: Memory Lane
Category: Fluff
Timeline: Post-EW
Pairings: 1+2; 3+4 (secondary)
Rating/Warning: PG. PG only because I refuse to acknowledge that I can write a G fic. ^^ I feel so... so... Disney-ish and wholesome. (Get it off!!)
Feedback: Craved, desired, wanted, coveted, yearned for, wished for, and longed for. C&C will be repaid with dancing G-boys, my endless adoration, as well as a nice slice of karma.
Note: I did my own proofreading. Uh-oh. ^^;; "Lord, grant me patience, and I want it *right* now." (Anonymous) This is for Spade, who drew me something for "The Ballad of Maxwell Demon." ::glomps:: In return, I offer unto thee a 1+2 fluff. It's darn fluffy. Mayhaps TOO fluffy, eh?
It's all Heero. One-sided conversation, set in the future, with one of his grandkiddies. Might be a little confusing.
Thanks: Spade, o' course!
Well, come in child. Don't stand by the door and loiter like a hooligan.
What? No hugs or kisses for your Grandpa Heero?
Hn. That's more like it.
Eh? What's that?
Oh, I see who's the favorite. Grandpa Duo is asleep right now. He's very, very tired.
What? *Gramps* Duo? Little rascal. You can call him whatever you like. Hn. Come here, will you? Am I so frightening to your eyes? Hn. Come on now, into my lap.
What?!
I don't have bony knees, thank you.
Fine. Grab a pillow.
Geez. Kids these days.
Now, what do you want to hear about today?
Your mother?! Don't you want to hear about how your Grandpa Duo and I won the Eve Wars and saved--
Oh. Heard it before, have you?
Very well. What do you want to hear about your mother?
Hn. She was very much like your Grandpa Duo when she was growing up. No respect for authority. I had to whack her with that cane over there-- oh, for God's sake, come back. I didn't really whack her. I loved-- love-- your mother. But she was a handful, let me tell you. And Grandpa Duo never helped much.
Fine, fine. *Gramps* never helped much.
Did she ever get into trouble? All the time.
Oh, she yells at you when *you* get into trouble now, eh?
Hush, child. It's a grownup thing that I've never understood. *I* got yelled at all the time, too. Why, when I was a Gundam pilot and--
Dagnabbit! Fine! Back to your mother.
One day you'll have children and you'll yell at them, too.
Not marrying, eh? Well. You might just meet a girl that'll change your mind.
Or a boy.
Yes, I'm *sure* that Grand, uh, Gramps is asleep.
When did your mother meet your father? She was sixteen.
Oh, you do the math.
Fine. That would be twelve years ago. I feel old.
No, I would *not* like some prunes. I'm not *that* old.
Well, Gramps is just special. Let's leave it at that.
I thought he was special the day I met him.
Eh? How? He shot me. You see, I was on a mission to--
No, your mother never shot me.
Well. She never succeeded, at least.
Scamp.
That picture? That's me and Relena Peacecraft. She used to be Queen of the World. She was in love with me, but... ah, well. I was in love with Duo, and that was the end of that.
What? I-- no! I'm not making it up!
WHAT did your mother say?
I am not senile.
Hn.
No. I do not want prunes.
No. Gramps is asleep.
No. You may not have your own Gundam.
You take after your mother.
Of course I love her.
Oh. She told you about her wedding, eh?
I just didn't want to give her away...
Duo pried me off her, though. I'm sorry that I tore the lace on the sleeves of her dress. It was just so hard... my little girl, marrying that Barton-Winner boy.
Well, Grandpa Quatre is a little biased.
Oh, he gave you your own camel, did he?
You have it with you? Let's see it.
Child... it's missing its left eye.
You named it Trowa. How cute. I'm sure he's very flattered.
Oh, Trowa Raberba *Sandrock* is his full name.
Eh? What did Grandpa Trowa say about me?
WHAT? HE called ME quiet? Well, you tell your Grandpa Trowa that the pot shouldn't be calling the kettle black. Hn.
Some of us are not as talented as your Grandpa Trowa and do not have our own pride of lions.
Hn. I could tame a lion if I wanted to.
You-- I-- yes I could!!
Fine. Let's go ask Gramps.
Oh, he's slept long enough.
Wake up, baka. Hn.
Prod him, child.
Hn. Fetch me my cane.
Don't glare, koi, it's unbecoming. Look who's come for a visit.
Hn. I see. Once again, I don't get a kiss.
Thank you, koi.
Baka.
I could tame a pride of lions if I wanted to, right?
Of COURSE I could! What's the danger in it? Why, I once faced THREE OZ squadrons of space Leos. Mere lions can't compare to the--
Hn. Both of you stop rolling your eyes.
If I still had Wing, I'd show you...
Wing was *so* much better than Deathscythe.
So? The bat wings on Deathscythe Hell were purely ornamental.
No, *my* wings were functional. Not like your little dinky--
DAGNABBIT! I'll self-destruct YOU!
Well, maybe if you hadn't shot me, I could have killed--
Hn.
See, child? I did know the Queen of the World.
Duo, stop snickering.
He's jealous, child.
Yes, that's a good idea. We'll all climb into bed.
Duo, stop hogging the sheets.
Yes you are!
Hn. That's better.
Now, I'll tell you about the wars, child. I was fifteen, and they had already started. I was sent to Earth from L1 by a scientist named Dr. J on something called 'Operation Meteor.' My Gundam was called Wing Zero.
Oh, like Deathscythe is such a cool name.
Hn. Well, I was fifteen when I saved the world from destruction. The first time.
I'm not bragging, Duo.
You know, for someone who has never single-handedly saved the world from imminent doom, you have a lot to say.
I was sixteen or seventeen when I saved the world from destruction. Again.
I did not nuzzle her.
Duo, I was unconscious. I can't stop Relena from cuddling me when I'm unconscious.
Omae o korosu.
Hn. Ai shiteru.
Baka.
Anyhow, child, your Grandpa Heero *did* save the world, twice.
Yes Duo, and he fell in love with the single most beautiful man in the universe.
Eh? What's that?
Huh. So he *did* fall asleep. Hn. Children nowadays...
Duo?
Duo... wake up. You can't fool me with that fake snoring.
Duo...
Don't make me get my cane again.
The End
Obligatory Disclaimer: The Gundam Universe of Mobile Suit Gundam Wing is © Sotsu Agency, Sunrise, ANB, and Bandai America, Inc. Characters, places, timeline and other elements of the Gundam Wing series are used without permission (under title 17, section 102, U.S. Copyright Code [not extending to ideas, concepts, names, phrases, etc.]; also, under title 17, section 107, point 4, U.S. Copyright Code [fair use for nonprofit purposes]). The original material herein is © the author and not considered public domain. I fervently hope that this will protect my poor American ass from the wrath of Japanese corporations looking for blood. I'm a victim, the product of public education! Please don't sue. I'm in a perpetually non-prosperous state and all spare change usually goes into coffee or Diet Coke. ^^;;
Bwahahahaha! (My, that's a big disclaimer... ^^)
Crotchety Heero!!
C&C should be directed towards little ol' me.
Jay