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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Humor, Crack. Pairings: Duo/Wufei. Summary: Preventers on a mission to save Christmas. They should have sent someone other than Duo. Prompt: Mission "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 16: Mission “Maxwell! What the hell are you doing?” Wufei shouted as his partner flew past him at the speed of a locomotive. “No time to talk, Fei. Just run.” Duo’s panting, muted voice carried across the frigid polar winds as he disappeared into the white haze of falling and blowing snow.. He took a moment to marvel at how well snow acted as a sound barrier before he comprehended the gravity of his partner’s words. Whatever Duo was running from, he wasn’t keen on sticking around to find out. Nataku, what if it’s a polar bear? He took off at a sprint, cursing as the icy sting of snow assaulted his face and got into his eyes. He reached the snow mobile just as Duo was starting it up. “Get on! Right now,” he hollered over the howling blizzard. Without bothering to ask what was going on, he climbed onto the back and wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist. Once they reached the shelter, he swung his leg over the side and stood up with his gloved hands propped on his hips. “Just what the hell was that all about?” Duo climbed off and slung his pack over his shoulder. “Change of plans.” “What do you mean “change of plans”? We have a mission, Maxwell. We’re supposed to help Santa save Christmas.” “I don’t think Santa wants our help. Or, at least mine.” “Why the hell not?” Duo paused and pulled down the scarf covering the lower half of his face. He was chewing on his lip, a sure fire sign he was about to drop some unpleasant news. “Well?” “Santa’s a little angry.” “Maxwell, what did you do?” He waved his hand around. “It’s not like it was my fault.” “Maxwell -” “Okay! Okay, I…kinda sorta maaaaybe just burned his lair down.” “You what?!” Before Duo could explain further, he noticed a small light in the distant darkness. As they watched, it began to grow, getting bigger and brighter with each passing moment. “What is that?” He asked. “Yeah, that would be him. Time to go,” Duo announced, bolting towards the small plane standing idly by on the runway beside the shelter. Popping the door open, he looked back at Wufei with snow-caked goggles. “Come with me if you want to live.”
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Thankfully, Christmas was saved, but not before a sight unlike any before was witnessed by man, woman, and child alike. It wasn’t Santa’s sleigh that was most remarkable about this most momentous of Christmases. It was the fact that it was spotted furiously tailing a Cessna across the night sky. Later, in the safety of their home and mercifully still alive, Duo snuggled up against Wufei in his flannel jammies and slippers as they watched the evening news cover the story of the tiny plane whose mysterious occupants had somehow invoked the wrath of Father Christmas. “You know,” Wufei murmured. “We’re lucky Une only relegated us to desk duty for the next month. She could have canned our asses.” “Yeah,” Duo yawned. “But she didn’t.” He lifted his mug of cocoa to his lips. “Hey, you think they’ll write a Christmas carol about us?”
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