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"All Through The Night "Written By: Honor Disclaimer: They aren’t mine. The boys are
actually quite grateful for this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Shonen-ai, language, wacky humor, emotional
angst, romance, yaoi, and I’m acting like the war lasts two years
and Eternal Waltz didn’t happen Spoilers: Er…yeah, maybe. It would help if
you watch the series first. Pairings: 2x5, 3x4 established Summary: Sequel to Persistence ~dream/ thought~ /thought/ *emphasized* " All Through The Night "
“You.” Duo gave a pointed glance down at himself. “And?” “It’s your elbows.” “…elbows.” Duo stared at him in blatant disbelief. “What on earth do my elbows have to do with anything?” “They’re just so perfect—I think it’s one of the reasons why I love you.” “Because of *elbows*?” Wufei nodded dreamily. “Mmm-hmm.” “…okay, you have completely gone off your rocker.” “I’m just trying to be as crazy as you, lover.” “I think you managed it.” Wufei finally let a smirk dance over his mouth. “It’s so much fun blindsiding you sometimes.” Duo slammed the drawer shut. “Oh so that’s what this is about?” “Nonsense. I was perfectly serious about your elbows.” “…” *KNOCK* “I hope you two are up!” Heero called through the door. Actually, it was closer to a demand. “If we weren’t,” Wufei observed blandly, “that would have done it. Shower?” “And lots of coffee. It’s going to be one of those days.” + Getting into the shuttle port was easy. All of them
had deviated a little from their normal dress. Relena was in jeans
and a pullover sweatshirt, hair French braided. Duo claimed that no
one would think twice looking at her. He had slicked back his hair
into a The interesting part was getting Wufei into something ‘normal’. It had taken hours of arguments with Wufei before he had grumpily agreed to a change of attire. He borrowed a pair of black jeans from Duo (the fit made Duo’s mouth water and he had a hard time keeping his hands off) and a dark blue turtleneck from Trowa. The one point he absolutely refused to bend on was his hair. “It’s annoying down. No.” Heero didn’t have to worry about it. He stayed in Wing, a few miles away just in case something went wrong and he had to bust them out of trouble. Truth told, he preferred it that way. Not all of them stayed with Relena, naturally. Quatre and Trowa went with Relena, and Wufei and Duo hung back a few feet, just scanning for potential trouble. The port was crowded, everything between families and business men scurrying from one place to another. That thinned some as they deviated from the commercial shuttles and headed for the private docks. “Hey, ‘Fei, did you know that there are terrorists in this place?” “You mean besides us?” Wufei looked at his lover sharply. “Where?” “I just caught sight of one of them scurrying into the ‘employees only’ door. Let’s check it out.” “If we don’t, then Murphy’s Law dictates that they’ll somehow prevent Relena from going to space,” Wufei agreed darkly. “Lead on.” Duo clicked into the small radio tucked into his ear. “Checking possible situation. Keep cool.” <<Roger that, 02.>> + It was Duo’s experience that when someone wanted to take over or infiltrate a facility, the first thing to be hit was the security system. Therefore, as he passed by the nicely labeled ‘Security Room’ he peeked inside the window. What he saw did not bode well. “Fei,” he hissed. “Status?” “Everyone in there is out cold.” Wufei started swearing steadily. “Can we get in?” Duo tried the handle. It turned easily in his hand, and he mentally rolled his eyes as he ducked into the room. Only sloppy terrorists left the lights on in the security room and the door unlocked. Wufei stayed near the door as a lookout as Duo went into the system and started to rapidly look for their wandering terrorists. “…oh shit.” “Duo, I hate it when you say things like that.” “They have Leos.” “…and that’s why I hate it. How many?” “Five, no wait, it’s six.” Duo rapidly started flickering through blueprints on one screen until he found a match. “Two levels down from us exactly.” “Are the pilots in them?” Duo checked closely, head shaking slowly. “Negative. Looks like they’re all running around doing other stuff.” “Then let’s go.” Wufei gave him a fierce grin. “I have an idea.” + Quatre shifted a little uneasily. It had been twenty minutes since Wufei and Duo split off, and no word from them. “What are they doing?” Trowa passed a soothing hand over his back. “They would have contacted us if something went wrong.” <<Now boarding Shuttle BN1.>> Relena looked at them. “Should I wait?” “No, go on.” Trowa’s eyes were scanning the immediate area, a slight frown gathering between his eyes. “We know the shuttle is clear, it’s only the port we can’t guarantee right now. Besides, Sally and her men are on board. They can protect you better than we can.” “…okay. Thanks, if I don’t see you again.” Quatre gave her a distracted smile. “Don’t mention it.” Nodding, Relena turned and walked onto the shuttle. <<03, 04, you copy?>> “Duo, what is going on?” Quatre whispered frantically.
There was a slight squeal from the PA system overhead, and an ugly man in faded fatigues appeared on screens all over the shuttle port. It was apparent that he was in a mobile suit’s cockpit, which did not bode well. <This is the Red Hand group. We have three shuttles surrounded. If there is any resistance, we will blow them sky high. Here are our demands—> <Testing, testing, one two three…hey ‘Fei, I’m on national TV!> <Sha zi, will you be serious?!> Quatre sank weakly into a seat, staring at the image of his friend—which was right next to the terrorist, in a split screen image. “Great Allah, what…no, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” <Who the hell are you?> Ugly demanded. <Name’s Duo. I have a very important message to give you, don’t I ‘Fei?> Wufei wasn’t in sight, but his voice was clearly audible. <You have exactly two seconds to be serious, and then I’m taking that mic away from you.> Duo stuck his tongue out. <Spoil sport. Okay, Mr. Terrorist, here’s how it goes. You guys are really sloppy, and we caught you in the act. Leaving your suits unguarded for ten whole minutes was especially stupid.> Duo grinned. Ugly paled, swallowing hard. <Yup, you guessed it! We now have complete control over your self destruct buttons. Or I should say, ‘Fei has control because he has the big red button. He’s been itching to push that button for a while now. So, to avoid all of you dying in a messy explosion and going to hell in a little row boat, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to go far away from the shuttles, out to that last hangar, and you’re going to sit in a circle and hold hands, comprende?> <Y-you’re bluffing!> <Aw, ‘Fei!> Duo pouted, an _expression very at odds with the angry glitter in his eyes. <They don’t believe me!> <Well then,> Wufei sounded particularly bored. <Why don’t I activate their self destruct?> A blaring red light started swirling in Ugly’s cockpit. He became, if possible, even more white. <You believe us now?> Ugly nodded jerkily. <Good. Now play nice and go hold hands, okay?> Ugly abruptly disappeared from the screen. Duo winked at his audience. <Now, if someone would call the cops I would appreciate it. Q, that’s your cue. Hey, that rhymed! Ow, not the hair, not the hair!> Quatre just groaned. + The local law enforcement arrived on the scene, with military back up. They were pleasantly surprised to find the would-be terrorists seated in a circle, completely willing to surrender. It was odd that they were holding hands, though. + That night, on the drive to the next safe house, there was a very important discussion going on in the back of the suburban. “Come *on* ‘Fei! The Blonde Bimbo can’t reach us anymore! We *gotta* celebrate!” “…you are looking for an excuse to do something devious, underhanded, and sneaky.” “Awww! Wuffers, you know me so well.” “So what do you have in mind?” Duo just grinned evilly. + “Ma’am!” The lieutenant at the desk was turning a sickly green as he watched the monitors…it wasn’t a flattering color on him. Une turned from the commander, almost grateful to have a distraction so she didn’t have to listen to the idiot babble anymore. “What?” “The—” he swallowed hard and blurted it out in a rush. “The Mobile Dolls have gone AWOL. Someone’s reprogrammed them!” Une ran to his side while demanding, “What are they attacking?...oh.” The Mobile Dolls weren’t attacking anything. They were, however, moving. Playing ‘Leap Frog’ actually. There was a missing element, however. Une started a mental count down. 5…4…3…2…1… ~ Ice, ice baby, ice, ice baby All right stop, collaborate
and (listen) Ice is back with my brand new (invention) Right on time. Whenever Maxwell pulled a prank, there was always antiquated music of some sort involved. “Can you override?” she snapped. ~(Dance) go rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom (Deadly) when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony~ “No, ma’am. We’d have to do a manual shut down—” It was at that point that the Dolls started to leap frog into the buildings. Une winced, mentally writing up the report. ‘Damage was caused due to ‘leap frog’ maneuvers…’ “Just shoot them down! And evacuate all non-essential personnel.” ~ Now that the party is (jumpin') With the bass kicked
in, the Vegas are (pumpin') Quick to the point, to the point no (faking)
“Yes ma’am!” His fingers flew over the keyboard, stopped…and hovered. “Uh, ma’am?” “Don’t tell me,” Une growled. “Weapons aren’t operative?” “All the artillery units are covered in a…green goo.” “MAXWELLLLLLL!!!!!” ~ Ice, ice baby, too cold Ice, ice baby, too cold, too cold~ + Miles away, in a secure location, Duo watched through a security camera and snickered. “Whatcha think?” Wufei (who had been watching over his shoulder) grinned. “That was true justice. Who shall we pick on next?” “I was thinking Treize…” ~*~*~*~ OWARI Honor: Just a note, I don’t own the lyrics to “Ice, Ice Baby”…but I did exploit them for the fic! Okay, now that the series is finished, time to finish MMM. Quatre: I second that! Footnote: Comprende—for those of you not in the US, we Americans have stolen this word as a type of slang. Roughly it means ‘you got it?’ or ‘you understand’?
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