Happy Thoughts 1/1
Series: Gundam Wing & ...?... A SURPRISE!!!!!
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Rated: G/PG
Pairings: 1+2+1
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Crossover, Humor, Yaoi hints, Relena bashing
Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's @$$ from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. I do not own Gundam Wing, nor the other series that is used in this. However, this story line and plot are MINE. (holds fic close to her) Grrrr....
By Moon Faery

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Heero woke up, only to discover that he was covered in a fine, golden dust that shimmered in the pale light of morning. With a scowl, he stood up and began brushing himself off, taking time only to slip on his spandex bike shorts before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. The sparkling dust trailed after him, falling to the floor where it vanished into the beige carpet. By the time he reached the living room, which adjoined the dining area, the only place the unknown substance could still be found was in his hair.

"Yuy, what are you doing?" Wufei asked crossly from where he was sipping some green tea on the couch. An obscure book of Chinese philosophy sat in his lap.

Heero ran his fingers through his hair, then hunched over and began batting at his short chocolate-colored locks. "Dusting myself off," he explained in his usual nasal monotone, shaking his head violently. A stray breath of air from the heater blew several handfuls worth of the stuff over towards the Chinese boy, who sneezed.

Trowa looked up from the computer screen, visible eyebrow raised. "Why are you covered in glitter?" he asked, using up his quota of words for the fic. Blinking, he added vacuum bags to the shopping list, along with pocky, lube and ammo.

Heero snorted, shaking his head harder. "I don't know; I always wake up like this," he replied honestly. "It's worse than usual today." Dr. J's protege batted at his hair harder, and a large golden cloud settled over the room, sending all three pilots into sneezing fits.

"Guys?" Quatre called from the kitchen. "Breakfast's almost ready." The blonde stepped into the living room, his tiny figure barely visible in the concealing dust. "What's going oooohhh... AAAHHHHHH!!!!!" The little Arab screamed as he slowly began lifting off the ground. "HEEEELP!" He squirmed and twisted, hanging upside down midair.

Duo ran into the main room, clad only in a pair of black silk boxers with his gun drawn. A flash of chestnut braid caught Heero across the nose, startling 01 long enough to be accidentally knocked down by the panicky Death. Yet another wave of the golden glitter flew into the air, coloring Duo a metallic yellow from head to toe.

Duo glared around, taking note of the annoyed look on his lover's face. He ignored Heero's flashing midnight glare and began asking questions. "What, what?! Who's attacking?!"

"Duo! Duo! HEEEEEELP MEEEEEE!" Quatre screamed from his spot against the ceiling, directly over the God of Death's head.

"What the fu-" The braided one looked up, gold-tipped lashes fluttering before he began laughing hysterically.

The next thing any of them knew, Duo was slammed face-first into the plaster ceiling, the rush of air sending Quatre tumbling gently over into a corner. Upon impact with the ceiling, the chestnut-haired boy stopped laughing and promptly crashed back to the floor. Once reaching the carpet, the braided one immediately began giggling again, and was once more forced to kiss the overhead light fixtures. This process was repeated several times before the American was knocked unconscious, still hovering several feet above the ground. Miniature Bat-winged Grim Reaper Duos and tiny little chubby versions of Deathscythe circled his head, singing dirty ballads in squeaky, too-cute voices.

Heero, Trowa and Wufei all stared, wide-eyed, at their manic comrade, while Quatre floated above them and cursed fluently in several different languages.

"And why," Wufei began calmly," didn't that happen to any of us?"

Heero shrugged, and Trowa shook his head.
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An incredibly petite golden-blonde woman with wings sat on the window sill of the safe house, watching the Gundam pilots inside. She was laughing so hard that she was in danger of falling off the sill, and she was forced to hold her sides because they hurt so much.

Next to her, crouching just out of sight, a young boy in green was peering through the glass pane. His jaw hung open in shock.

"Tink," he breathed, "THIS is the giant, wingless fairy you were telling me about?"

The little winged woman nodded. "Yes!" she gasped, laughing even louder as, inside the house, Wufei used a broom to push the still-unconscious Duo around. "Just you wait, Peter," she giggled, "until the blonde bimbo shows up!"

Off in the distance, a cry of, "Heeeeeeee-roooooo!" rang out, getting closer by the second.

"Why?" Peter wanted to know.

"She's allergic to Fairy Dust!"

Peter was silent for a moment. Finally, he shook his head. "Tinkerbell, you are a bad, bad person."

Tink smirked. "I know.

***OWARI on 02-22-02***

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