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"Cause and Effect"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing. I also own Australia,
the San Francisco Zoo and the Chattanooga Choo-Choo Pairings: 2x4 Rating: NC-15…probably Spoilers: Nada Warnings: Probably TWT, romance, yaoi, language,
some violence, some angst, lime Betas: Velvet and Caitilin Author’s Insane Ramblings: This is Velvet’s fault. And Caitilin’s
too, come to think of it. Caitilin got me in the mood for 2x4 with
a comment she made, and Velvet sent me a fic that got the wheels turning.
Besides, Caitilin keeps feeding the stupid plot bunny! With carrots,
no less! *beams proudly* Now that the blame is sufficiently cast,
I can go about my business. " Cause and Effect"
Epilogue
Over the top of his book, I was given a suspicious glare. “Why are you this chipper? Or do I even want to know?” “Just awake,” I confessed with a bright grin and a bounce in my step. “Awake and contemplating mischief, you mean.” “Why Trowa! What a good idea!” He groaned and buried himself behind the book again. My zombie lover staggered into the kitchen at that moment. He almost missed his landing on the kitchen chair, but managed to re-correct his course and land at the last moment. Hm. He would be an excellent partner for my mischief-pursuit. Or he would be, if he were awake. Mission accepted! I filled him a cup of coffee, dumped some sugar into it, and carefully slid it into his hands. With a dazed smile of delight, he gulped some of it down. A few seconds went by, and he downed some more. “Q?” Ah, an intelligent sound! Progress, we’re making progress! “Yes?” “Why are you so damned awake?” “No idea,” I confessed brightly. “You want to stir some mischief with me?” He paused, drank more coffee, then nodded. “That sounds good. On who?” + It had been a very long, hectic day. Une came into her room with a weary sigh, dropping her jacket and toeing off shoes as she went. Out of sheer habit she turned on the computer and checked to see if she had any messages. Most she ignored, but there was one she didn’t quite dare to. The email address wasn’t one she recognized (santas_elf@giggles.net) but the title was one that rang a familiar bell. ‘Hello Une-chan!’ For several moments she was poised over the message, mentally debating with herself whether it was safe to open it or not. In the end, she decided why not? If the message had made it through all of the base’s firewalls, then surely it was safe enough to open it. Besides, her curiosity was up now. She wanted to see what pilot 02 wanted to say this time. She clicked into the message. There was a video file named ‘present’ attached. With some misgivings, she opened it up as well and let it play. The view was quite interesting. Pilots 02 and 04 were sitting in front of a piano, both decked out in mini-Santa suits, minus the beards and paunch. <<Hey, Une-chan!>> <<Merry Christmas, Lady Une,>> the blond added with the same amount of good humor. <<It occurred to us that during this season, you might need a little cheering up.>> <<Yeah, OZ isn’t known for celebrating the season. So we re-wrote an old carol to brighten your day. Q is going to play the piano for us, which saves you from hearing me trying to do this acapella. Hope you like it.>> He turned to the other person on the bench. <<Ready?>> Pilot 04 started to play and Une recognized the beginning notes to The Christmas Song. Then they started to sing. << Chipmunks roasting on an open fire Une’s eyes widened. This was not…the version she was used to. Lips twitching in a growing smile, she sank further into her seat as she watched the two keep singing. <<Everybody knows a glass of milk and Oreos Une was hard pressed not to giggle now. No, this was definitely *not* the version she was used to! <<We know the bills are on their way <<And so I’m offering this simple phrase <<Merry Christmas, Une-baby!>> Duo closed in on the camera and winked. <<And don’t worry, it isn’t permanent!>> Une’s eyes narrowed. WHAT wasn’t permanent? From the wall the intercom chimed in. <Colonel Une, all of our outside communications are down!> 04 closed in on the computer screen too. <<Sorry, it was just too much to resist! If it makes you feel better, we got Treize too. Merry Christmas, Lady Une!>> <<And a happy New Year!>> 02 added impishly. The screen blanked out. Sighing, Une got back up and clicked into the intercom. “Why aren’t the communications working?” <Uh…there’s a song playing on a continuous loop. The music matches that of The Christmas Song, but the lyrics are *completely* different.> Une rolled her eyes. Too much to resist, indeed. When she got her hands on them… “I get the picture. Work on it. Une, out.” She glared at the computer, but the glare faded as she pictured Treize-sama being in the exact same position she was. Maybe he’d believe her the next time she reported one of 02’s pranks… ~*~*~*~ Honor: Yes, part of the Epilogue is from the ficlet
I wrote called ‘In Dedication of the Season’. Caitilin (and
a few other people) begged and pleaded for me to write more of this
pairing and expand the ficlet into a 2x4. Caitilin asked that the
scene be included somehow in the epilogue in particular, so here you
go.
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