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Fic: Santa Clarita - Value of Us - Being Human 1/1

Fic: Santa Clarita - Value of Us - Being Human 1/1 by Pinkwhirlwind - aka Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing
Notes:  This one’s probably short, just from Heero’s pov


In the year they’d been in Wyoming, Duo had had four flashbacks, these fits of his, that were strong enough that he needed to be restrained or tranquilized. I really don’t think he’d hurt anyone, even if there wasn’t an intervention. I don’t think they think so either, or they would have told the school. If they really thought it was that dangerous, they won’t let him go to school or babysit, and he loves to babysit. I would consider that some kind of fit as well, but I have been very strongly reassured that that is a very normal behavior, to which I countered that blowing things up is also, obviously, a very normal behavior. Marin just... stared at me. I am correct. Humans blow things up frequently. Frequent behavior is normal. Where we disagree is in that normal behavior is good.
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fic - Value of Us - Arrivals 2/2

Santa Clarita - Value of Us - Arrivals 2 by Pink Whirlwind aka Max
Notes: I am really sorry about continuity errors... just writing along as I go. And.. gods.. so tired today. Had to get up at 6:30 for an interview in a lovely call center.
       Duo woke up on a  bed -soft and thick - not a jail bed - hotel - it was a hotel bed.
       When you couldn't get a job and you needed money - and If it was going to be good. money there was often a hotel room with a nice soft bed. His shoulder didn’t hurt, so there had been some painkillers and god only knew what else. He very carefully tested to see if he was bound in anyway, which he wasn’t. There was a point in his favor. The place smelled like food though, which made his stomach growl. The foods were all rich and even though he didn’t know how to separate them, they made his mouth water.
       So maybe not a hotel - a house party. Some.one’s house 'party. The fuckers..sold him as a party favor.
       He really wanted to kill s…

Fic: Santa Clarita - Value of Us - Arrivals

Santa Clarita - Value of Us - Arrivals by Max - Pinkwhirlwind


disclaimer: I still don’t own Gundam Wing.
Note: These stories are happening all out of order for me.  This is the story of how Duo got to Wyoming.. the first time he met Sandy and his foster parents.  I’m sorry if there are continuity errors.. I hope my original stuff is better, but these are just me processing the world.
Arrivals
The trial, televised around the world, ended less than a week before. The pilots had not seen each other officially since the guilty verdict had been handed down. For Duo, all he could hear, playing on repeat in his head, was that Heero would not run away with him. There had been a window where they could have easily escaped. Quatre had already promised to help them. Complying with the stupid authorities was just a matter of convenience.
Strapped into a chair on a military transport shuttle, wrists cuffed together, jeans torn at the knee from where he’d been tackled in his second escape attempt, eye…

fic: Santa Clarita - Value of Us- Arrivals 1 of 2 ish

Santa Clarita - Value of Us - Arrivals by Max - Pinkwhirlwind


disclaimer: I still don’t own Gundam Wing.

Note: These stories are happening all out of order for me.  This is the story of how Duo got to Wyoming.. the first time he met Sandy and his foster parents.  I’m sorry if there are continuity errors.. I hope my original stuff is better, but these are just me processing the world.

Arrivals

The trial, televised around the world, ended less than a week before. The pilots had not seen each other officially since the guilty verdict had been handed down. For Duo, all he could hear, playing on repeat in his head, was that Heero would not run away with him. There had been a window where they could have easily escaped. Quatre had already promised to help them. Complying with the stupid authorities was just a matter of convenience.

Strapped into a chair on a military transport shuttle, wrists cuffed together, jeans torn at the knee from where he’d been tackled in his second escape attempt, eye…