Double Trouble

Syx Maxwell & Tzigane

blitz49@hotmail.com

Special thanks to Tzigane who wrote the scene between Wu-chan and Na-chan. Simply marvelous!

feedback is needed if you want part 2!

Wahahaaaaa Not my fault, I over loaded after a hellish 9 1/2-hour shift at work. Part of the blame can be laid at Madame Hydra's feet. She gave me the idea with her fic POV. And so my merry lil band of malcontents I present a new jump gate.

Standard disclaimers apply

Shinigami rocked with blasts from several motor rounds. Duo Maxwell smirked and swept the mobile dolls with his scythe. Heero's voice boomed through the Comm unit.

"Target acquired, missile lock. Mission complete."

The base went up in a fiery blast. They were almost clear when a ball of lightening hit the battlefield and incased them in a white out. Duo cursed luridly as Quatre called stats and readings. The Arabic pilot kept close to Trowa as they rode out the wave.

When Duo's vision cleared he saw an embattled Shenlong in front of him. The gundam was dancing through the air with a grace never seen before. Duo quirked a brow but joined in. Something was weird here…

The other gundams were spread over the firefight. It wasn't until Duo looked over and saw another Shinigami that he realized something was VERY wrong. He glanced over and saw Heavy Arms lift one hand in an elegant gesture and coax a mobile suit over by crooking its massive fingers.

The second Shinigami pivoted in a demonstration of piloting that Duo envied and spotted him. In seconds to two gundams were locked in a violent duel. The two scythes clashed and sparks flew. Duo spun Shinigami in a tight
lethal arc. Each move was countered as though the other pilot was reading his mind. Duo saw Shenlong's dragon fist seconds before it shot between the fighting mechs.

"YAMERO!"

Nani? That wasn't Wufei's voice… Duo stared as the other Gundams joined the line next to the other suit. Two versions of Heavy Arms, Sandrock, Wing, and Shenlong; damn none of this made sense.

A melodic voice broke the stand off.

"Large contingent of Mobile Dolls heading in. We need to get out of here. Follow."

Four mechs followed the strange Wing. Duo sighed and shrugged. He followed, his friends trailing behind.

Once the ten mechs were secreted within a large hanger the cockpits opened one by one. Noin was below them with a rifle in hand. Quatre smiled, at least there was someone they knew here. He walked towards her and saw the rifle go to her shoulder.

"That's far enough. Stay there till we know what's going on."

Five female pilots stepped out of the shadows. The girl with the long chestnut braid stomped up to Duo with a pugnacious looked on her heart shaped face and yelled, "How the hell did you get your hands on a copy of my
Shinigami?!"

"You're Shinigami! Why you…"

The report of a gun echoed through the hanger. The Japanese girl tucked a pistol back into her shorts and glared. The Chinese girl rolled large black eyes and said, "Maxwell, you moron."

Duo and the girl both pivoted and yelled, "I AM not!"

A tall auburn haired beauty stepped close to the petite blond and murmured, "Who are you?"

"Duo Maxwell."

"Heero Yu."

"Trowa Barton."

"Quatre Rebebera Winner."

"Wu Fei Chang. Who are you, and why do you have copies of our Gundams?"

The small blond smiled angelically and said, "Please we can get our answers. Let us go inside for a cup of coffee and talk. Noin-sama, is the boss in?"

"Yes and he's… cranky."

The Chinese girl sighed and the braided pilot slung an arm over her shoulders, chuckling. She smirked at the boys and said, "Names Deuce Maxwell, This is Nataku Chang."

"Trista Barton,"

"Q. Rebekah Winner."

"Hera Yu."

They walked into the control center. The Chinese girl was clad in white robes. She shook out her shoulder length hair. Setting her sword in the stand closets to her, she made her way to the arms of a large ginger haired man. He stroked her back and placed a soft kiss on her lips. When he looked up, he saw a masculine version of his star-angel starting at him with an utterly revolted look on his face.

Sighing he looked at the other pilots. "I…"

Deuce smirked, " gave us a simple mission and we fucked it up. Now get outta my way Treize, I need a beer."

"You're not old enough to drink."

"Has that ever stopped me before?"

Nataku shook her head, "She has a point."

Treize sighed and shooed the others out of the control room. Making their way to the conference room, pilots and staff sat down. Looking to Heero, Treize said, "What is the last thing you remember before finding the girls?"

An eraser pinged off his head and the older man pinned Deuce with a hard look. She returned it with one of angelic innocence. Turning, the feminine pilot of Shinigami snickered and said, "Na-chan, haven't you got him trained yet? Jeez we're women not girls!"

Na-chan, or Nataku, rolled her eyes and nodded towards Heero. "Please continue."

Running through their mission the teen's compared notes. Trista tossed a sheaf of papers to the table and muttered, "It must be a temporal rift caused by the energy weapon. We need to find the plans for it if these pilots are to be returned to their world."

The teens were met by Doctor Sam Po; a noted medic turned rebel. The blonde surgeon handed out room assignments. Settling in the boys tried to get sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day.

That night Chang Wufei stared out into the star-sprinkled darkness, eyes unseeing as they traced the paths of the sky. The lean line of his body trembled with fine-wire tension that could not have been known without touching the taut muscles beneath exquisite caramel skin… could not have been known unless one was aware of him as one was aware of oneself.

"Chang Wufei." Nataku's voice was a contradiction in terms, sweetly husky and yet it seemed as hard as diamonds. "Can you not sleep?"

He remained silent, unacknowledging of her presence for long moments, the quietness stretching interminably before he replied, "I see not where it should concern you, woman."

"The situation being what it is, Wufei, you should see where it concerns me," she replied cryptically, stepping up behind him and to the side, her right hand placed on the sill in a motion identical to that of his left. A hot flush rose angrily in his face and he turned flat obsidian orbs upon her, the eyes of a ruthless killer who knows his trade all too well.

"The situation?" he replied flatly. "There is no situation. All developments seem to be moving forward as normally as might be expected with an occurrence such as this, not that there could be anything normal about it."

"You hide your heart, don't you?" she asked him, tilting her head to the side. A cool lock of black hair slid over her neck and she looked at him with shrewd expression. "You don't want them to know, do you? But I know. You cannot deny that *I* would know and I...."

"Uresai!" he hissed between grinding teeth, turning away. "It's none of your business what I do or do not do! My heart is none of your business!"

With a single lithe movement, she was beside him and he was on the floor trapped by her forearm pressed to his throat.

"Listen!" came Nataku's soft whisper. "Listen and listen to me well, Chang Wufei. You think that I was not like you once? That I did not have a home which was destroyed, a husband who died before ever becoming a man, before ever..." With that, she flushed and stopped speaking.

"You think that I have not had the same difficult choices as you? Yes, in this world, the one I love is not the same as the one you love in yours... or is he? Are we not the same? Should he not be the same as well, no matter upon which side of this stupid war he fights?"

She stood slowly, her dark eyes unreadable in the light as he rose from his graceless sprawl, unable to look her in the face. "Chang Wufei, think upon the things about which I have spoken... think upon them and when you wish to discuss them know that I will listen to your words and we will reflect upon the possible solutions thereof."

With those words, she was gone, as silent as she had come, the door to the small room in which he stood shutting quietly behind her. As soon as he felt himself to be truly alone, he crumpled to his knees and he wept.

Nataku shut the door to her room. Dropping her clothes on her way to bed, she yawned. She slipped into bed, curling soft limbs against a hot hard chest. Strong arms enfolded her and a sleep-roughened voice reached her
ears.

"Are you alright my angel?"

"He is hurting."

"Much like you were. Can we help him?"

"No my Treize, he must find his own way I fear. And it is a path as hard as our own, maybe even harder."

The next morning found Deuce and Duo once more at odds. Deuce, the long reigning Queen of the Kitchen faced off against the Kitchen Destroyer From L2.

"Are you OUT of your Rabbit Assed MIND!?!"

"Why you…"

"Where'd you learn to cook? The Akane Tendo school of Food Poisoning?"

"Why don't you kiss my ass!"

"Pick a spot you're one big ass to me!"

Two hands whipped out, two braids were caught, and the Shinigami pilots both cried out.

"ITAI!"

Hera eyed her lover/partner silently while Heero invoked the Yu Glare o Death. Then the Japanese both muttered, "Baka."

The Terrible Two stared wide-eyed as their lovers left the room, comparing notes.

"You realize…"

"That if they team up…"

"Against us."

"We'll have… "

"To do the same."

Nodding the braided god and goddess of Death began to quietly plot and plan. Reaching a truce, Duo set the table and poured coffee, tea, and juice while Deuce cooked.

"… and relena is actually?"

"R D Peacecraft, self proclaimed King of the world and chief pain in our ass. He thinks he's just the man to change Hera into a heterosexual female. Because everyone knows that the right man can 'cure' a lesbian"

"Oh why does this sound Sooooo familiar?"

"Some things are the same no matter where you go."

"Hilde?"

"My best friend in flight school. She's still a good friend. She scams info for our missions."

"So Duo."

"Hai?"

"How'd you get Yu outta the spandex?"

"Nani?!?"

"C'mon it ain't like I'm perving or something I just wanna share some intel."

"Well it was just after he saved me from OZ."

"When they caught you and Shinigami?"

"They nailed you too?"

"Duh. And?"

"Well we hid in this carrier and…"

Thirty minutes later the other pilots entered the room to find the American's laughing like they were old friends. Nataku shook her head and poured a fresh cup of tea. She did not want to know, she was not involved with whatever lunacy Maxwell had planned.

She tracked Wufei down and handed him the cup. He eyed her warily. Tucking a lock of hair behind one ear she shook her head, indicating that she would not push him. Wufei nodded and returned to his vigil.

She returned to the cafeteria in time to enter with the other pilots. Off to the left Treize was speaking in low tones with a pretty brunette. The suit-clad female put a possessive hand on the man's arm. Even Duo could hear the click of Nataku's teeth snapping together when the officer did not remove the appendage. Tossing her head, she marched right over to the two, smiling pleasantly.

She heard Deuce mutter, "He is so screwed, and not in the good way either."

Reaching the couple, she smiled at the older woman and held out her hand, "Chang Nataku."

The woman shook her hand and said, "Lady Une."

Pivoting, the teen faced her long time lover and said, "And you are?"

Treize sighed, "Mud."

"You are correct sir!"

And with that parting shot, the pixy sashayed back to her laughing friends.

TO BE CONTINUED

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