Gundam Wing 100 Word Challenge

Title: Done deal
Characters/Pairings: Duo
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: This starts with the first line from "Choose Life," Ewan McGregor's brilliant opening monologue in the film Trainspotting.


"Choose a fucking big television!"

Duo's music blared. Deathscythe danced, surrounded by buzzing flies.

"You assholes chose this! You signed up. You believed lies." The Gundam shuddered from nearby explosions.

"You could have had a normal job... kids... a fucking dog..." Duo yelled, slashing suits into shards.

"Health care! Hahahahaha. Too late; you're Shinigami's now." The great scythe swept remnants away.

"Family... That's you, 'Scythe, and a few Gundam freaks."

Shaking in the adrenaline aftermath, Duo changed the music. "We'll keep flying as long as we can. Right, 'Scythe?"

Choose what you have, right here, right now. And treasure it.

Title: Close enough
Characters/Pairings: Duo Maxwell
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Safehouses are my favorite cliché crutch.


I hauled ass away from the explosions like a bat out of hell, an apt metaphor for Deathscythe on the run. The place was going up in blazing fireworks and suits swarmed like angry bees; I didn't plan to hang around and get stung.

Solo missions are great; no need to worry about anyone else, no rescues or clean-up, just cut and run. 'Scythe's stealth lets me drop off the radar like magic.

Made it back, ghosted upstairs, quickly showered, and crawled between clean sheets, to snuggle against a familiar, warm body. At Heero's side; that's close enough to home.

Title: Home
Characters/Pairings: Duo Maxwell
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Quickly scribbled, roughly edited, hoping to post before the next challenge goes up. Maybe I'll think of a title by then...


It was a long walk to the valley where I'd hidden Deathscythe; the waning moon peeked down before I dragged my ass into the cockpit to send my mission report.

I stretched, relaxing into the pilot's seat. Grabbing a ration bar, I browsed my little library, held securely on handcrafted shelves. Choosing a familar book, worn with age, I pulled out pillows. Shuteye first; safehouse later, to bug Heero. I swear I'll dig down to the human inside one day.

For now, I'm comfortable, warm, safe, and fed, with a good book in my hands. There's no place like home.

Title: Data Gathering
Characters/Pairings: Heero and Duo
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100
A/N: Follows Panic and Explosive Situation/Creative Combat.

Heero had kissed Duo to derail a fight so he could bandage Duo's injuries. Duo was now bandaged but uncharacteristically silent, glaring at the walls. Good communication between pilots was essential. Heero needed more data.

He tried for a second kiss, but Duo nailed him with a right cross. Heero grabbed again; Duo stomped on his foot, spun and delivered an elbow to the solar plexus. Heero backed off, wheezing.

"Kissing's not a combat technique, asshole. It means you like someone."

Good; Duo was speaking to him again. Wait… what?

OK, he could work with that. Heero moved in again.

Title: Explosive Situation
Characters: Heero and Duo
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100
A/N: Follows Panic.

Uncertainty flashed briefly in Heero's eyes when Duo, bloody, sweaty, and explosive, threw him against the wall.

Heero scrambled to his feet and backpedaled, trying to analyze the situation while avoiding Duo's fists. Deathscythe's volatile pilot was filthy, wounded, and extremely pissed off. Why? Heero and Wing had already efficiently destroyed the local Oz base.

Duo kept coming with unabated fury. "It was MY mission, asshole. I almost didn't get out!"

Ah. Duplicate orders. They should work together to avoid recurrences. But first, he'd have to placate the emotionally unpredictable pilot and treat his injuries. Heero wondered how to begin.


Title: Creative Combat
Characters: Heero and Duo
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100
A/N: Edited to add follow-up drabble.

Heero didn't want to hurt the wounded, furious pilot, but Duo was a street fighter. Heero could kill or disable an enemy quickly and silently; subduing Duo without further injury would be a challenge.

Automatically deflecting Duo's punches and kicks, Heero discarded several plans before attacking. He pinned Duo's arms, swept his feet out from under him and dropped to the floor, cushioning the fall with his own body.

Combat requires flexibility and creativity. Without thinking, Heero planted an unexpected kiss on the struggling pilot's mouth, and Duo suddenly relaxed on top of him.

Hmm. This strategy warranted further research.

Title: The Messenger
Character: Heero Yuy
Team: Gundam
Word Count: 100 first try!

( Messenger )

Title: The Weapon
Character: Heero Yuy
Team: Gundam
Word Count: 100
A/N: Edited to add story and lj-cuts

( Weapon )

Title: Bedtime
Characters: Zechs, unimportant female
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100


Checking the mirror automatically, Zechs brushed his hair back with an elegant, practiced gesture. Returning his attention to the prattering woman, he smiled politely.

"But of course, we'll win. Those ragtag colonial rebels don't stand a chance against our experienced troops and brilliant leaders."

She sipped her champagne, glancing toward the musicians. "Lovely dance music, don't you think?" she hinted hopefully.

Spotting Khushrenada near the entrance, Zechs bowed. "2am is far too late for a soldier to be up; I must retire for the night." With a fleeting kiss to the back of her gloved hand, he made his escape.

Title: Panic
Character: Duo
Rating: PG-13 for language
Team: Gundams
Word Count: 100
A/N: First GW fic, first on IJ, first in a long time...


"Shit, shit, shit..." muttered Duo, desperately trying to slip past panicking guards before the place turned to rubble at 2am.

He'd transmitted the Mobile Doll data to Dr. G, planted a virus to mangle Oz communications, and set timers to make his escape before the bombs exploded, but hadn't counted on being trapped.

The massive doors slid shut to a cacophony of flashing lights and blaring alarms, as frantic soldiers yelled. "It's a Gundam!"

"Screw you, Heero. This was my mission; you just fucked it sideways." Duo shimmied back into the narrow ventilation shaft and hoped for a way out.