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Camelot: Corvette 1/?

Camelot: Corvette  1/?

By Max

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing

Note: This is set like a hundred years after A Wrench to the Heart.

Summary: 
Two hundred years after A Wrench to the Heart.... Duo has, hopefully, perfected the time travel technology and to test it.. he has talked Mr. Anderson into going back to 1955 Earth with him.... and while there... Duo just happens to want to look for a 1955 Corvette... but there are so many other cars.. and what kind of trouble can he possibly get into in 1955 Kansas?

Mr. Anderson rubbed his eyebrow, squinting at Duo. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

Duo tilted his head back, sighing dramatically. It didn’t stop him from moving little shapes around on the, setting the time travel portal for his experiment. “Oh come on, I’m sure the return will work. You talk about 1955 like it’s the best place ever. I’m sure I’m gonna love 1955!”

“Yeah... about that. I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he stressed again, scratching the back of his head with both hands. “Maybe we should talk to Heero first.”

“Look. If it works. We’ll be back in ten minutes, but we’ll have a whiskey at your favorite bar, spend a day fishing, ride a horse, and I can get me a look at a real 1955 Corvette! It it doesn’t work, we die and we’re back in five minutes, either way, you’ll be home by dinner. No issues.”

“Now, see,” Ernie said hands held up, “There aren’t a lot of Corvettes in Kansas.”

Duo winked, then grinned, violet eyes glittering. “I ain’t never been to Kansas before. I’m sure there’s a Corvette around somewhere!”

“Those’er kind of rare, Duo,” Ernie said, trying to explain the time he’d been a young man in to a man who’d been born long after Ernie should have been dead. He felt like he owed Duo more than he could ever repay, felt like he was like... like a grandson he’d never been able to have and he loved him, but Kansas and 1955 where a very long ago and far away place. It was a place where long haired boys with violet eyes  who practised science liked wizardry  while married to men ... well they didn’t just go looking under the hoods of other folks Corvettes, even if you could find them. “I think we should find another way.”

“It’s not that bad,” Duo said, moving one last little piece into place on the big screen he was working on. “Just bare with me! Close yer eyes, take a deep breath, there, that’s good,” Duo said, coaxing, sweet, “See, now? That wasn’t bad at all, was it?”

Ernie opened his eyes. His mouth dropped open. A Studebaker rumbled by on the road behind him and he nearly jumped out of his skin, shoulders up, eyes looking funny. “Sweet Jesus on a cracker! This is Earth, 1955?”

“It is,” Duo said, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, “I brought you along so you can help me fit in, not so you can get our asses thrown in the loony bin straight away though, so like keep it together, uh?”

“Oh god,” Ernie groaned. “Your hair. Why didn’t you cut your hair? It’s 1955,” he whispered.

“Ain’t cuttin’ mah hair,” Duo said as he pivoted on his heel and headed for the bar.

Ernie rushed after him. “You look 16 and you got hair to your waist! You can’t go in a bar, Duo, please. We can just... get your hair cut. You can regrow it when we get home.”

“Ain’t cuttin’ mah hair,” Duo said, “But I always want a drink after a time jump, then I wanna look at all the car flesh around here! There’s cars everywhere! It stinks too.”

“That would be exhaust. Don’t say ‘car flesh’. This whole trip is really about cars? Cars?”

Duo grinned brilliantly, all tooth and sparkling violet eyes. “Ah like cars.”

“Sweet Jesus on a cracker,” Ernie said. “My Peter Pan likes to look at cars.”

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