For all of you GW fans. You see the background? Jack (Christian Bale, Demetrius in A Midsummer Night's Dream, the psycho in American Psycho, Laurie in Little Women, Thomas in Swing Kids, bad dude in Shaft, Jim in Empire of the Sun, ect.) is in the picture of the three guys. He's the brunette on the right (red bandana, black vest), Racetrack (Max Casella, Doogie Houser's friend, was Pumba in The Lion King on broadway) is on the left (white shirt, checkered vest), the guy in the middle is Mush but he's irrelevent. Spot (Gabriel Damon, Hob in Robocop 2) is the guy in the picture by himself. Newsies is a musical by Disney about a group of paperboys who went on strike in 1899.

Newsies fans... well, Gundam Wing takes place in the future (A.C. 195 to be exact). Gundams are big metal things that look like transformers that the boys in that middle picture fight with. If you must know, from left to right is Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, and Quatre Winner. Wanna know more? Click on the link to my Gundam Wing site at the bottom and there are links on that page and other things. Also, Reasons Newsies Fans Would like Gundam Wing Anyway, enough of that... on with the story. (Why in the world did I do this? The Newsies people won't get the GW things and vice versa...)

Jack looked at me askance. "Echo, yer supposed ta improve da headlines, not make 'em up outta da blue."

I shrugged. "I care?"

Jack smiled. "Let's get ta Medda's. Ya only got one pape left ta sell."

"Don't remind me." I muttered under my breath. We started walking to Irving Hall and met up with Brooklyn, Spot, Bouncy, Dice, Racetrack, and Psycho on the way there. We all decided to take a shortcut and turned down an alley.

"Woah!" Jack yelled as there was a bright flash of light.

"What was that?" I asked, not looking at the others.

Psycho shrugged, but seemed confused. "I dunno but well... this looks all wrong."

We spun around as we heard a shreik come from Brooklyn. She was inspecting her hand. "Look at me! I'm... I'm... I lost dimensions!"

Psycho raised an eyebrow and then looked down at her own body. "Wait a minute..."

"We're drawings." I said weakly, shaking my hand as if that would make it go away. "How very odd."

"No crap." Psycho said harshly. "We're in a drawing too."

Racetrack looked at his cigar and frowned a little. "It's broke."

Jack paled a little but cheered up as he saw his reflection in a window. "At least I got nice hair."

"You always have nice hair, Jack." I shot, rolling my eyes, then smiled as I looked out a window of the building we were in. "Oh wow! Where are we and what are those pretty orange lights?!"

Psycho looked at me as if I were daft. "Well, judging by the loud booming.. I'd say they're explosions."

"Oh." I said meakly, embarrassed by my last statement. "An' we must be like... out in space, right? Like in that Jules Verne book."

Spot glared at... well, air. "I wanna go ta Medda's!"

Brooklyn frowned a little. "Aw, stop your bawlin'."

"Hey, what are you doing here?" A voice yelled from behind us.

We spun around and Psycho raised an eyebrow upon seeing the boy with long brown hair pulled back into a braid. "Ya know, he isn't bad looking for a drawing."

I nodded agreement and Jack frowned. "Hey! I'm still standing here you know!"

I shrugged a little. "So, you're just jealous because he has better hair than you."

His mouth fell open a little and Bouncy came to his defense. "That guy looks like a girl." She said sarcastically.

I glared at her. "You look like a girl!" I yelled, frowning a little when I paused to think about my statement. The others laughed and Brooklyn patted my shoulder reassuringly as the boy walked closer. "Who are you-" He paused and smiled a little before going on. "-lovely ladies."

We all grinned, but before we could reply a blonde boy ran up. "Duo, there you are! Heero sent me to find you since you were taking so long." He paused and smiled at us, looking somewhat confused. "Oh, hello."

I grinned like a fool and sighed a little. "Hi."

Jack glowered and put an arm around my shoulder, and Spot did the same to Brooklyn, stating in an angry voice, "You two better back off." Dice looked at Racetrack expectantly, but he was too busy inspecting his cigar to be protective of his girl.

I sighed in frustration and threw Jack's arm off of my shoulder. "Don't mind these guys, they're a little... well, you know." I said, twirling a finger around my head. "I'm Echo... and that's Jack." I added in a dismissing tone.

Psycho smiled at Jack's annoyed look and introduced herself. "I'm Psycho, and they are Brooklyn, Bouncy, and Dice... and Racetrack and Spot."

Duo grinned a little. "I'm Duo Maxwell, and this is Quatre Raberba Winner."

"Nice to meet you." Quatre said, then added in a befuddled voice. "What are you doing on Peacemillion?"

I blinked a little and looked at Psycho, who shrugged and looked at Jack, who turned to Dice. "What?" She asked. "Why are you looking at me?"

I smiled at Quatre. "Uh... what are you doing here?"

Duo looked at me askance. "We're repairing our gundams."

Psycho nodded. "Good reason... what's a gundam?"

He blinked in surprise. "You don't know what a gundam is?"

We all shook our heads and replied. "No."

He looked as if he might explain but another boy walked up, this one with dark brown hair. Duo waved cheerfully. "Hey Heero! Look what I found!"

Heero glared at us. "Who are they?"

"Echo, Psycho, Dice, Bouncy, Spot, Racetrack, and Brooklyn." Quatre said pointing to each of us.

Jack scowled. "I'm still here."

Psycho rolled her eyes. "And Jack."

He frowned and muttered something under his breath. I elbowed him a little and walked over to Quatre, smiling shyly. "Would you show us your gundams?"

"No." Heero said firmly.

"Heero.." Quatre said pleadingly.

He glared at Quatre and shook his head. Duo nudged Heero's shoulder a little. "We're surrounded by pretty girls, lighten up!"

He only received glares from Jack, Spot, and Heero... and eventually a confused look from Racetrack who had finally stopped looking at his cigar. Brooklyn smiled sweetly at Heero. "Please let us see your gundam."

He backed up a little and glared at her. "No."

"Please." She said again, pouting a little.

He pointed a gun at her head. "I said, no."

I frowned and looked at Quatre. "Your friend isn't very nice."

"It's just his way of showing affection." He replied doubtfully.

Duo blinked. "Heero! What're ya doin'?! What harm can it be to just show them the gundams?"

Heero crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine, but I don't like it."

"Neither do I." Spot said, looking at the three boys suspiciously.

"Shut up." Brooklyn said, following Heero despite his objections that she go away.

The rest of us followed Quatre and Duo, chatting amiably. When we were almost there Jack and Spot threatened to keep us from following Duo, Heero, and Quatre... so Brooklyn, Psycho, and I conveniently shoved them into a room we happened to find and locked Race in with them just for good measure. Duo seemed to briefly notice they had disappeared but shrugged it off and no one else said a word as we followed the three boys to a large area where five big metal robot things were standing.

"COOL!!!!" We all said simultaniously.

A boy with mustard brown hair that somehow seemed to defy gravity approached us quietly. "Who are they?" He inquired.

We were once again introduced, this time to Trowa, and the guys were easily forgotten... as always. After a little more pleading the boys agreed to show us their gundams. Quatre gazed at his gundam adoringly and I felt a pang of jealousy. "That's Sandrock." He said, smiling.

We got up to the cockpit by way of this rope thing with a handle on the end and I was having a very nice time talking to the blonde boy... or maybe just staring at him, when the metal I was standing on moved and I fell to the ground. I frowned and rubbed the sore area a little, glaring at Sandrock. "He's mine." I growled under my breath, kicking the gundam, only hurting my foot as a result.

"Are you all right?" Quatre asked in concern as he came back down on the rope.

I smiled and nodded a little. "Yeah, I just slipped."

He looked at his gundam suspiciously. "Are you sure?"

"Hey Quatre, Echo!" Duo said as he walked up with Psycho. "Wanna go get something to eat?"

I looked at Quatre and we both shrugged a little. "Okay."

Heero walked over, looking somewhat annoyed as Brooklyn trailed behind. Duo smiled. "You in? Trowa and Dice are all ready there."

He glared at me and nodded stiffly. I glared back as Wufei, a boy we had briefly been introduced to, walked up. He had black hair pulled back tightly into a pony tail and I winced a little, thinking of how painful the pony tail looked. "Why are there guys locked in the cleaning closet?" He asked us.

He raised an eyebrow as Brooklyn, Psycho, and I all tried our best to look innocent. "What guys?"

"Oh, so it was you. No wonder." He said then shook his head in disgust. "I can't believe you let these weak women around your gundams."

"Weak? I'll show you weak!" Bouncy challenged.

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Forget it, he's just a stupid boy."

He snorted. "Weak." He said simply before walking off.

"Who were the guys he found?" Duo asked.

Psycho looked at him oddly. "Do you remember the guys we showed up with?"

He shook his head. "No."

We shrugged a little and walked towards the cafeteria where we found Jack, Spot, and Race. Quatre shifted uncomfortably under Jack's angry gaze and Heero and Spot engaged in a glaring contest. I was surprised to find that Heero's death stare was as good as, if not better than, Spot's. I smiled a little. "Well, everyone is so friendly."

Jack frowned. "Echo! You locked me in a closet because of... that ninety-eight pound weakling!"

I sputtered indignantly. "He is not a ninty-eight pound weakling! He's a ninety pound weakling!!"

"Thanks... I think." Quatre said, looking bemused.

Wufei, who I noticed for the first time over in a corner arm wrestling with Bouncy, raised an eyebrow at me and lost the match because of the distraction. "Injustice!" He said with a frown and demanded a rematch.

Trowa motioned for him to be quite and pointed to a chess board. "I'm trying to plan a move." He said, and Dice nodded from her side of the board.

Jack pouted. "It's no fair... just cause he has better hair..."

I shrugged and smiled reassuringly at Quatre. "Jack is very sensitive about his hair."

"I understand completely." Duo said as he sat down by a table then muttered, "Better hope he never meets Zechs."

I sighed a little as I realized my hat was missing. I glared at Jack. "I'm going to go find my hat, you be nice."

He smiled innocently, too innocently, and replied. "Of course I'll be nice."

I glanced at him suspiciously but retraced my steps in search of my hat. I found myself back in the room with the gundams and I was staring at the floor, thinking maybe my hat had fallen off when I had fallen off of Sandrock earlier. I jumped as something brushed my shoulder and then heard metal hitting metal. I looked down and saw a screwdriver laying on the floor and looked up to see Sandrock looming above me. I backed away nervously. "It's just a machine, Echo. It can't hurt you." I yelped as an entire toolbox fell from Sandrock's cockpit and narrowly missed my head. "Just a stupid machine, just a stupid machine.." I chanted as I closed my eyes. My eyelids popped open and I glared at the machine as a tool hit my should. "Just a machine... and I'm Teddy Roosevelt. Sandrock, you are evil... and you're going down in flames!" I yelled at the mobile suit which was still standing perfectly still.

~*~*~*~

Jack's POV

I glared at the sissy blonde guy sitting across from me as it came down to the crucial moment. We were going against each other, mano a mano, and I intended to expose this fake to Echo. I stared him down and he just looked at me with those ridiculous puppy dog eyes of his as we threw our fists down. My hand holding two fingers out, and his hand laid out flat. I grinned evily. "Scissors, I win. Now for the truth, you aren't really a blonde, are you?"

He blinked innocently. "Of course I am. I really don't understand what my hair has to do with anything though."

I rolled my eyes and snorted a little. "Right. Look, don't get any ideas in your head or anything. I've always been the guy with the best hair and I don't intend to loose that title now."

Blonde boy seemed confused. "You're mad because I have better hair than you?"

"You don't have better hair than me!" I said angrily, then added in a threatening voice. "Just remember, you gotta sleep sometime an' scissors ain't hard ta find."

He shrugged. "Another round?"

I glowered at him, but agreed. I winced as his rock beat my scissors. He looked up at me, still all innocent. "Speaking of the truth... you wear a cowboy hat, but you aren't really a cowboy, are you?"

I pulled back a little. This guy was good. Echo could never know that I wasn't really a cowboy but a street smart New Yorker with good hair... (That is, if my thick New York accent hadn't given me away all ready.) I knew then... that platinum blonde hair had to go.

~*~*~*~

Spot's POV

I glared at the brown-haired guy... he glared back. I glared more fiercly. He did too. I pulled out my slingshot and got in his face. "You think you can outdo me? Oh yeah? Yeah?"

He pulled out his gun and held it to my head. "I'll kill you."

I gulped but tried to continue glaring. Just my luck that I finally meet a guy just as short and scrawny as me and he has a better weapon. This could do some serious damage to my ego.

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