Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Extreme Home Makeover - Gundam Edition ❯ Day 7 - A Little Later ( Chapter 12 )

Day Seven - a little later…

 

Noin stumbled after Sally, still trying to figure out just what the heck Zechs had been talking about when she thought that he knew that she knew that he was -

 

“You're not even listening to me, are you?” Sally shook her head, wild sausage-curls bouncing. “They've got the structure patched back together, but I can't figure out what to do about the, you know.”

 

“He's gay!” Noin shouted. “There's nothing TO do about it!”

 

As the echoes died down, Noin pulled her apron up over her head and slunk toward the darkest corner of the back yard.

 

Sally followed, trying very hard not to laugh. “Hon, if you're just now getting a clue…” She leaned against one of the trees supporting the spiffy new hammock. “I'm trying to figure out what to do about the Plant.”

 

Noin stiffened. Her eyes flashed with anger. “Burn it out!”

 

“Ooh, no, can't do that,” Sally stated with a grimace. “It'd take out half the neighborhood. Martian Kudzu is only flammable at root level.” Sally paused then, scowling. “Hey, Lu? Do you hear music?”

 

Noin frowned, concentrating. “Why, yes! Yes I do!”

 

The two women began casting about for the source of the sound. They quickly converged on the hammock. It was a nice-sized woven green affair, and it wrapped shut around the person using it almost like a floating sleeping bag.

 

From inside came the music.

 

“My God, Lu!” Sally gasped. “It's a high-pod!”

 

Noin went for her sabre.

 

A firm but gentle hand restrained her. “If I may be of assistance?”

 

Noin stared at Pagan, who smiled down at her. The flower in his lapel seemed to wink flirtateously.

 

Pagan tapped at the hammockpod, then leaned in close and began talking to it.

 

The pod seemed to unzip along the top, revealing a peacefully sleeping Duo Maxwell. His MP3 player lay neatly atop his belly. Music leaked around his headphones.

 

Noin grabbed the side of the hammock and unceremoniously dumped Duo to the ground.

 

“Hey! I found this Gundam fair and square!” Duo yelled, not quite awake. A few strands of Plant clung to his braid possessively.

 

Meanwhile, several vines and tendrils rose toward Noin like the headgear of a ticked-off medusa.

 

Pagan, born diplomat that he is, intervened. “Please, Miss Noin. Move away from the Plant.” He offered Duo a hand up. “Master Maxwell, are you all right?”

 

“I was sleeping, until this manic Amazon attacked me!”

 

“Everyone is fine, then? Good, good.” Pagan nodded to himself. He did so enjoy a happy ending.

 

“Pagan,” Sally called from where she now had Noin pinned in a wrestling hold, “what are we going to do about that Plant?”

 

Pagan smiled and fondled his boutonniere. “Leave that to me.”