For Sharon's prompt of a competition between Heero and Trowa, with Duo and Quatre commenting on how crazy their respective boyfriends can be, with a dash of Wufei added for Plaid.
I put this in one of my established universes, a rather Horrible one, just cause it made it sillier and cause Bri gave me a competitive idea for this world. :)
Horrible Drabble 5
After grabbing a soda out of the fridge, Duo plopped down next to Quatre with a sigh. "Are they still going at it?" He asked.
"Of course they are," Quatre gave him a faint smile. "You know how they get sometimes. Very competitive."
"I know. Usually I like it, but...this is sort of extreme." Duo propped his elbows on his knees and peered down into the lab. "Well, nothing's exploded yet."
Quatre snorted. "Oh yes it did."
"But they aren't supposed to use-"
"Trowa made some soap explode. I didn't ask how."
"Oh no. That's going to come back to haunt us someday. At least Heero-"
"Nope. Ten minutes before that, Heero's device starting spitting acid all over everything."
"But they aren't supposed to use-" Duo stopped himself and shook his head. "Déjà vu."
Quatre sighed again. "You know, when I thought of this little tournament as a way to promote peace between the two sides, I really didn't think something like this was going to happen."
"Well, I didn't expect it either." Duo took a swig from his soda. "So, is Trowa all swirly or do you think I could talk some sense into him?"
"Swirly." Quatre rubbed the back of his neck. "But then again, so is Heero. Even JAYS is getting a bit- off kilter."
"Great. So I guess asking an insane scientist and a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist to compete against each other isn't a good idea."
"Well, no one's died yet. And hey, does Heero even count as a playboy? I mean, you've been dating pretty steadily-"
"You've seen the papers. I mean, it's all part of the cover, but..."
"Can't be fun for you."
"Not really, but," Duo grinned, "I do get a lot of mileage out of it."
"Evil."
"Of course."
"So, what did you do with the kids?"
"Took them out for pizza and then told them they could watch movies upstairs until their soapbox derby partners got a little less crazy."
"Thanks."
"Not a problem. They took it all remarkably well."
"They are my nephews after all." Quatre rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm tempted to join them, but-"
An explosion shook the lab and the air immediately began to fill with black smoke.
"Oh, that can't be good."
"Yeah, I think we have our hands full here. The kids are responsible enough to watch themselves, but our boyfriends? Not so much..."
~*~
Quatre stood by the finish line of the soapbox derby, watching the participants line up on the starting line. He smiled encouragingly for his nephews, who grinned back at him, both of them hovering over one derby car, Duo standing behind them.
"I thought Solid Steel and the Doctor were going to be in this race," said a familiar voice behind him.
"They had a little... accident," Quatre said smoothly, turning to face Golden Dragon. "But why are you here? I thought you were helping Rose Garden's-"
"Me?" Golden Dragon snorted. "I wouldn't participate in something so juvenile."
Quatre tilted his head to the side. "You mean Mariamaia refused to let you help her after you glued the wheels on wrong." Golden Dragon turned an interesting shade of pink. Almost the same color as Garden's favorite roses, Quatre noted and smiled wider.
"Did Garden-?!"
"Seriously? I'm psychic, remember?" Quatre rolled his eyes. "Look, go make yourself useful and make sure everyone is behind the starting line."
He watched as Golden Dragon stalked over to the starting line and checked the racers. Dragon was still that lovely shade of pink, and Quatre hid his amusement as Rose Garden complimented his partner on the color.
The resulting flash of emotion he picked up from Dragon made him even more amused. Maybe he needed to talk to Garden soon about how his partner was hiding his attraction behind that mask of irritation.
Then again, judging from what he picked up from Garden- he was already well aware.
Once Golden Dragon finished his check, Quatre called for attention and gave the signal to start.
As he should've expected from a group of heroes, villains and their children- rules or not- the resulting race was over in a matter of moments.
Waving the smoke away from his face, Quatre surveyed the scene of carnage with a faint sigh. At least it was only the remains of racers scattered across the track and not anything that could bleed.
Maybe he should've stuck with the bowling tournament idea...
~*~
"So, who won?" Trowa was stretched out on his sofa, his head in Quatre's lap. Quatre brushed the hair out of his face with gentle fingers, carefully avoiding the singed spots.
"My nephews. Their car was the only one that made it across the finish line."
"Really? How did they manage that?"
"Duo of course. He stealthed the car somehow." Quatre shrugged. "I know, against the rules, but their car was the only one in one piece, and it was fairly obvious all the others had extra stuff on them, sooo- no one complained."
"Next year's derby ought to be interesting."
"Next year I think I'll suggest something less competitive." He smiled down at his lover. "I'm just glad you're feeling better. You were looking decidedly green this morning."
OWARI
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