Author: Merula

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4

Rating: PG

Warnings: Yaoi, silliness, Relena Bashing.

Disclaimer: Gundam wing is not mine.

This is what happens when you stick two GW writers in a car for 8 hours with nothing to do other than come up with fic ideas.

That's right. Be afraid.

Thanks for the reviews!! Think of this as a short lunch break... before Drama class.

Natural Selection Part 4
Lunch

"I can't BELIEVE that girl," Heero growled under his breath. Relena had chosen to sit at the table directly in front of him and was proceeding to cast longing and scarily sultry looks in his direction. Or did, until Duo sat down in front of him, Quatre and Dorothy on either side. Their backs formed enough of a wall that even if she switched places with one of her fan club, Relena couldn't catch his eye.

"She is freakily obsessed with you," noted Wufei from his place on Heero's right.

"She is a freak," muttered Duo. He hunched his shoulders. "I wasn't kidding about the ice pick."

"Well, this just continues to prove your theory, Mr. Duo," Dorothy pointed out. "She is going to die if she keeps acting this dumb."

"And soon," Quatre added. He grinned at Trowa, who was sitting across from him on Heero's left side. "At least we didn't have to put up with her in PE."

"I did," Dorothy grimaced. "She kept telling me that if I was so smart that I needed to be helping her find a way to get..." she paused and looked at Duo apologetically, "the long haired pervert away from her prince."

Duo growled and Heero put his face in his hands. "I'm NOT her prince!" He looked up again to catch Duo's expression change from anger to mischief in a heartbeat.

"OH NO!" Duo jumped to his feet, his shout loud enough to make the entire student body look his way. "HEERO'S CHOKING!" He sprang over the table, his fellow pilots quickly moving their trays to safety, hauled Heero to his feet, and then laid the startled dark haired pilot down flat on the now-cleared table. "THANK GOD I KNOW MOUTH-TO-MOUTH!" He then gave Heero a very long, very deep kiss.

Quatre covered his mouth with his hands to hide his grin. Trowa didn't bother to hide his. Dorothy and Wufei raised their eyebrows at each other.

Duo came up for air a minute later. "HEERO! SPEAK TO ME! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?" Heero didn't have time to reply before Duo put a hand up to his forehead. "HE STILL CAN'T SPEAK!" He bent down and kissed his lover again.

Relena had stood up from her chair, and her face was set in a concerned expression. Her fan club was whispering excitedly among themselves.

Duo lifted up again, minutes later, panting for breath. "How ya doin now Heero?" He grinned.

"I'm fine," Heero muttered to him, getting to his feet. "But now we need to go find an empty janitor's closet. Fast." Before Duo could respond, Heero slid his foot out, neatly making the longhaired pilot stumble. "OH NO!" Wing's pilot raised his voice. "I'M AFRAID DUO USED TOO MUCH AIR TO HELP ME!" He neatly swung the longhaired pilot over his shoulder. "I'LL TAKE HIM TO THE NURSE." Heero headed quickly out of the cafeteria, Duo still on his shoulder.

"Wow," said Dorothy with a grin. "And here I thought Drama didn't start for another 30 minutes." She glanced back at Relena, still looking concerned, as the rest of the school went back to their lunch. She shook her head. How could Relena be so dense?

"30 minutes until class, hmm?" Quatre sat back down at the table, tray back in place. "I have an idea. You guys remember our assignment right?"

"Right," Trowa nodded.

"I think I need to do a rewrite," Quatre reached into his backpack and pulled out his notepad. "You guys feeling like helping?"

"Gladly," Dorothy agreed, nudging her tray to the side.

"Of course," Wufei consented.

Trowa nodded again as Quatre flipped pages.

"Great! Let's get to work." Quatre got an evil grin on his angelic face. "Trowa, call Rashid. We're going to need some props for this one!"

OWARI

 

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