Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Extreme Home Makeover - Gundam Edition ❯ The Garage ( Chapter 16 )

The Garage

 

“Ah, crap! I'm tired, man! Can't it wait?”

 

“No, it can't.” Rashid picked Heero up by the scruff of his neck and hauled him through the bunker to a sizeable airlock. “Through there. Go. Now.”

 

“Right, right, stop shoving!” Heero opened the door to the airlock and stepped inside. The far door would only open after the first one was secure - an odd affectation for an earthbound housing portal, but then he remembered the bathroom.

 

Heero opened the door.

 

This was not a typical suburban garage. It stood high enough to accommodate the largest mobile suit, and there were banks upon banks of tools and widgets for every conceivable project. Even as Heero stared, a silent elevator brought Altron and Wing down and placed them neatly in two of the six recharging docks.

 

Overcome with gratitude and that weird feeling of not being totally awake, Heero stumbled to the elevator and rode it to the ground floor. The house had tilted back sometime during his tour of the game room, and now, with the elevator floor in place, he stood in his new, very normal-seeming garage. They'd even gotten him a motorcycle - a Harley Davidson Special Edition!

 

A hand on his shoulder made him turn slightly, to see a smiling Duo at his side. “Welcome home, buddy. Welcome home.”

 

“But wait!” Rashid cried, his voice echoing even more painfully in the confines of the normal-seeming garage. “Where is the young master?”

 

“And where's Wufei?” Duo muttered, looking around as though expecting to find him stuffed in a corner.

 

A vine groped its way up Duo's leg, tapped him on the back of the head, then pointed at a smaller monitor screen tucked between the wall cabinets. Duo scowled, cued the monitor.

 

“What the - is this a porn station?” Heero growled, glaring at Duo.

 

“It's…your bathroom!” Duo stammered.

 

Wufei lounged in the hot tub, sipping an iced tea. Two cockatoos and some kind of monkey helped themselves to the snack bar.

 

Duo switched the screen off. “Well, one mystery solved.”

 

The Plant considered its current situation. The Master seemed cool with things, and the strange human with the braided vine on his head seemed happy…but it had that nagging feeling that it was forgetting something.

 

Then it remembered: it's dealing with humans, here. And humans have their own kind of needs.

 

Gently, so as not to startle, the Plant sent another runner vine behind the Master. It pressed against the small of his back, while simultaneously tugging the vine-headed boy until the two humans collided with a soft grunt. Recognizing the human need for privacy, the Plant nudged the switch that would close the garage door, then discretely left the two to their own devices.

 

“Great. We're locked in the garage.”

 

“Well…at least there's lube…”