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fic: A Dark Wolf 1/50ish

A Dark Wolf 1/50ish By  Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing
Note: This is set way after the wars... like Duo’s 175.  Technology is advanced as I like to write it, but he’s not using it all in this one, he’s a little more nature bent this time around. There is a chance that Heero’s body may have been altered in ways that his handlers thing will lessen the chance of a union between Duo and Heero, if this turns out to be the case, it will be resolved by the end of the story. I actually know how this one ends and I think it’s going to be my Nanowrimo this year - well, what I get started after the 1st, anyway. Anyway, I hope I tell you a story you’ll find some pleasure in.

Rain darkened the little cabin, ran like little rivers off the green metal roof.  The clearing around it was just big enough for his truck, marked black and white, sheriff in large letters on both doors and the tailgate.  The steps leading up to the front door where thick and uneven, hand planed from found wood.  Inside…

Camelot: Zombies for Lunch 3/3

Camelot: Zombies for Lunch 3/3 By Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam  Wing

Duo tossed the micro grenade  into the air where it hung for a moment, just long enough for Roy’s eyes to lock on it. Green eyes narrowed angrily. Duo winked. The audio/video drones all sparked and dropped. The medical support team all went next, dropping slowly, just slowly going down to their knees and kind of curling up for a nap.
“Duo Maxwell,” Roy growled, rage flaring in him. Duo smiled at him and that was all he could see as the edges of his vision went dark, that warm and loving smile, that sanctimonious know-it-all smile that always solved all the problems. “I fucking hate you,” Roy said as he felt himself float to the ground. The last thing he saw was Duo putting a big thumb print on the front of his visor. The last thing he heard was Duo very irritated, “Oh Shit!”

Ten minutes later a pre-programmed shot of adrenaline woke him up with a start and a bit of projectile vomit hitting the inside of his visor.…

fic: Camelot: Zombies for Lunch 2/?

Camelot: Zombies for Lunch 2/? By Max

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing

“Seriously?” Roy complained, one green eyebrow raised. “An anti-grav pillow?”

Moody straddled a fluffy pillow covered in the same blue sky and white fluffy clouds fabric of her pajamas.  She floated  so her head was about as high as Duo’s head, his braid held in both hands. She giggled as he towed her around the kitchen. She bounced on the pillow, using his braid like reigns, “Go, go,” she begged.

“Let me wash this pan, Chicky, then we’ll go get some stuff I need to take with me.” He looked over his shoulder, held up one finger, violet eyes giving her the eye, “Be patient.”

“Okay,” she said, curling up on the pillow, still holding onto his braid, even though her thumb went into her mouth.

“You’re not even going to address my concerns about this are you,” Roy asked, sitting back down.

“For one,” Duo said, putting the pancake pan on the rack to dry, “especially as we’re going to be working together today, I think you …

Camelot: Corvette 2/?

Camelot: Corvette 2/? By Max

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing.

The town looked like something out of a movie to Duo.  Street lights were just turning on, flickering as unreliable filaments responded to primitive electricity.  Yellow light fell into pool on concrete that was just irregular enough that it had to have been formed by human hands. For several seconds, Duo paused, staring at the sidewalk squares. Duo’s enhanced pattern recognition got caught up in tens of thousands of tiny details in the sidewalks, echoes of the human workmanship, artifacts of the days they were made, which gave Ernie time to lay an arm over his shoulders.

“So, seriously, Duo, if you want a whiskey, let me stop in at Charlie’s and I’ll get us a bottle. I’ll show you this place and we’ll finish that bottle! Then we’ll go over to King’s Fine Auto in Cranston and see if he can tell us who has a Corvette! How’s that?”  Ernie did his best to give Duo back his own best let’s get in trouble grin.

Duo pressed his t…