[FIC] "Pen Pals"
Title: Pen Pals
Author: WickedGame
Genre: gen, with a hint of something more
Pairing: 1+everyone (friendship), hint of 3=4 and a squint of 1+2
Rating: G
Warnings: not beta read
Notes: For natea21, and everything she does.
Heero sat on the wooden bench and watched as the world walked by him. He sipped on a cup of hot coffee and turned his attention from the people to the portable computer on his lap.
It was a full house today in his inbox, and he smiled as he clicked on the first message.
Heero,
How is college life treating you? Did you have a particularly hard mid-term? I knew that you were worried about that drafting final. Did you pull through it okay?
I’ve been super busy, and I think this is the first message I’ve sent you since I started seeing Geoffrey. Things are going really well with him. He sent me flowers yesterday, in fact.
I have a meeting in two weeks down near you. Can I assume you’ll be up for lunch or something?
Let me know.
Relena
Heero pulled up his calendar on his desktop and looked to see what his schedule was in two weeks. It looked pretty free, save one exam.
Relena,
College life is fine. It’s tougher now than it’s ever been but it’s a good kind of tough. I did actually pass that drafting final with a decent grade. Could’ve been better, but as Duo would say, that’s life for you.
I’m glad Geoffrey’s okay and that you’re okay. Did you tell him the story about the one time I let you actually take me out yet?
Two weeks? I’m sure we can do lunch then. Message me back and let me know the details.
Heero
Heero bit down on his lower lip as he hit the send button. He hadn’t actually seen Relena in person since he left Brussels. His departure hadn’t been a surprise to her, but his final destination had been.
He had stayed with Relena, to guard her, for almost a year after the Mariemaia incident. But the more time he spent in Brussels, the more it seemed like he was just becoming what Relena wanted him to be, and not who he wanted to be. It was another set of rules, a whole other world and society, and Heero woke up one night in a cold sweat and decided it was time to leave. He wasn’t a pilot anymore, and Relena had plenty of people who could guard her just as well as he could. It was time to see what the world had to offer him and so he packed his things and set out on a journey.
At first he hadn’t known where he was going. He hiked from town to town, doing odd jobs to earn money and food as he went along. Finally, he ended up at Wufei’s doorstep, to see what life had finally had to offer his friend.
Speaking of which, the next message down was from Wufei. Heero clicked on it and smiled at the brusque tone the message had.
Yuy,
I hope this finds you well.
I became a lieutenant last week. It was a sudden promotion, but Noin and Une insisted I had earned it.
How were your mid-terms?
Chang
PS - still up for camping when your semester is over? I found a great spot if you’re willing to meet me about halfway.
Heero briefly wondered if everyone was going to ask about his mid-terms.
Wufei had joined Preventers right after the Mariemaia incident. He had confessed to Heero that he had actually thought that all the pilots would follow suit, and was quite surprised when Heero showed up on his doorstep, soaked and looking for a place to stay.
Heero remembered Wufei telling him that a position was open for him, whenever he wanted it. Heero also remembered what he said to Wufei:
“I’m done killing. I just want someplace where I can find out what life has to offer me.”
It was then that Wufei had suggested college. And that was the moment that ended Heero’s journey. With a few phone calls from important people, and some forged documents done by the best in the business, Heero Yuy had become a student at one of the best technical schools in all of the United States. That was two years ago, and he’d never looked back. He was happy here. He had messages to keep in touch with his friends, and enough money to go see them when his time allowed. He had a couple of casual acquaintances at the school that he had coffee with every once and a while, but for the most part he just people watched. He had learned a lot from just watching the world go by.
Wufei,
Congratulations on the promotion, it was richly deserved.
Mid-terms went well. Drafting was a hard one, though.
I’m interested in your new camping spot. Let me know the details, and we’ll work out the kinks.
Heero
The next message was from Quatre. And when a message came from Quatre it was always a message from Trowa, also. Heero clicked on it as he sipped his coffee and smiled.
Heero,
Hey, how’s it going? Did you pull through those mid-terms okay?
Trowa says hello. He’s away visiting Cathy right now, but when he comes back we’re headed to Tokyo for a charity ball. Too bad you were never much of a black-tie guy Heero. I would’ve sent you an invite! It’s for a good cause too: rebuilding schools that are still all bombed-out from the war. It’s hard to believe that so many buildings are still not even halfway repaired.
Remind me next time I see you to tell you about the blowhard Senator from Russia. It’s a good story, but a long one.
Quatre
Heero admired Quatre and Trowa. It was hard to maintain everything they did and everywhere they went but they did it without breaking a sweat.
Trowa had returned to the circus for a bit after the wars, but soon found himself needing a friend and companion. Quatre, being the kind soul he is, had offered to let Trowa help him out with some philanthropic projects and accompany him on the diplomatic missions he was always on as a senior diplomat for the colonies. Trowa had hopped Quatre’s posh shuttle about the same time Heero entered school, and the two were inseparable. Heero wondered if they thought anyone still believed they were just friends. Heero sure as hell didn’t. He was happy for them both, especially since they found happiness in each other. It made their small group that much more close-knit, and Heero liked the idea of the two of them being family to one another.
Quatre,
Thanks for the thought, but you know balls aren’t my thing. Maybe if you were having a charity boxing contest then I might be persuaded to go…
Mid-terms were fine. Just fine.
You too busy to go camping with Wufei and I soon? Let me know.
Heero
Heero figured he had about two more years before he finished all the classes he’d need for a degree. He was not trying to rush himself, at his age he still had all the time in the world. It had been hard to convince himself of that but he had. And in the long run he thought it was best to stick to the prescribed course of action rather than throw himself into school like it was a mission.
But when school ended he still didn’t know where he was going to go.
With that in mind, he clicked on the last message in his inbox, save the ads for penis enlargements and busty women.
Heero,
How’s it going, man? I know, I know, it’s been ages since I’ve messaged you. But I swear, it’s because I’ve been really busy over here. Mid-terms were a bitch, to be sure, and finals aren’t shaping up to be any easier. Why didn’t you warn me about this shit?
I’m kidding, man. I actually like school life a whole lot better than I thought I might. Although, I suspect my philosophy professor is an alien.
Miss you. Call me when you get a chance, all right?
I have to go. Misty is whining for food.
Duo
Heero laughed. Duo’s cat was a demanding little witch that seemed to always be hungry. And she didn’t like Heero very much at all. Heero had learned that the last time he had visited.
Duo actually ended up in school because of Heero. He had traveled for a bit after the wars and had ended up back on L2, helping Hilde start up her scrap business. But when that had taken off like a proverbial rocket, Duo had gotten bit by wanderlust again and set off to travel the colonies and Earth. After about six months he had ended up on Heero’s doorstep, and Heero had given Duo the same advice he’d gotten from Wufei: try school and see what life has to offer you.
Duo went through the same channels Heero had and managed to get into a university about two hours away. They saw each other whenever possible, and each time they did Heero felt their bond become stronger, as it did whenever he saw his closest friends. There was something different there, but Heero wasn’t sure he was ready to examine that too closely yet.
Duo,
Mid-terms were a bitch here too. I hope I do a little better on my drafting final than I did on the mid-term.
How’s Hilde? Have you heard from her?
If you think your philosophy professor is an alien, you should see my psychology prof. He looks like he could be a yeti.
I miss you too. Do better at keeping in touch.
Heero
PS - Wufei says camping soon. You up for it?
Heero heard the tell tale whoosh as the message was sent and then he closed his computer and looked up. The sun had dropped a little and the temperature was slightly lower than it had been when he had picked up his coffee and headed to his favorite bench. But instead of getting up and going inside he just crossed one leg over the other and watched as a mom pushed a small baby by in an elaborate stroller.
It was good to have friends, but wonderful to have a family.
The End
Author: WickedGame
Genre: gen, with a hint of something more
Pairing: 1+everyone (friendship), hint of 3=4 and a squint of 1+2
Rating: G
Warnings: not beta read
Notes: For natea21, and everything she does.
Heero sat on the wooden bench and watched as the world walked by him. He sipped on a cup of hot coffee and turned his attention from the people to the portable computer on his lap.
It was a full house today in his inbox, and he smiled as he clicked on the first message.
Heero,
How is college life treating you? Did you have a particularly hard mid-term? I knew that you were worried about that drafting final. Did you pull through it okay?
I’ve been super busy, and I think this is the first message I’ve sent you since I started seeing Geoffrey. Things are going really well with him. He sent me flowers yesterday, in fact.
I have a meeting in two weeks down near you. Can I assume you’ll be up for lunch or something?
Let me know.
Relena
Heero pulled up his calendar on his desktop and looked to see what his schedule was in two weeks. It looked pretty free, save one exam.
Relena,
College life is fine. It’s tougher now than it’s ever been but it’s a good kind of tough. I did actually pass that drafting final with a decent grade. Could’ve been better, but as Duo would say, that’s life for you.
I’m glad Geoffrey’s okay and that you’re okay. Did you tell him the story about the one time I let you actually take me out yet?
Two weeks? I’m sure we can do lunch then. Message me back and let me know the details.
Heero
Heero bit down on his lower lip as he hit the send button. He hadn’t actually seen Relena in person since he left Brussels. His departure hadn’t been a surprise to her, but his final destination had been.
He had stayed with Relena, to guard her, for almost a year after the Mariemaia incident. But the more time he spent in Brussels, the more it seemed like he was just becoming what Relena wanted him to be, and not who he wanted to be. It was another set of rules, a whole other world and society, and Heero woke up one night in a cold sweat and decided it was time to leave. He wasn’t a pilot anymore, and Relena had plenty of people who could guard her just as well as he could. It was time to see what the world had to offer him and so he packed his things and set out on a journey.
At first he hadn’t known where he was going. He hiked from town to town, doing odd jobs to earn money and food as he went along. Finally, he ended up at Wufei’s doorstep, to see what life had finally had to offer his friend.
Speaking of which, the next message down was from Wufei. Heero clicked on it and smiled at the brusque tone the message had.
Yuy,
I hope this finds you well.
I became a lieutenant last week. It was a sudden promotion, but Noin and Une insisted I had earned it.
How were your mid-terms?
Chang
PS - still up for camping when your semester is over? I found a great spot if you’re willing to meet me about halfway.
Heero briefly wondered if everyone was going to ask about his mid-terms.
Wufei had joined Preventers right after the Mariemaia incident. He had confessed to Heero that he had actually thought that all the pilots would follow suit, and was quite surprised when Heero showed up on his doorstep, soaked and looking for a place to stay.
Heero remembered Wufei telling him that a position was open for him, whenever he wanted it. Heero also remembered what he said to Wufei:
“I’m done killing. I just want someplace where I can find out what life has to offer me.”
It was then that Wufei had suggested college. And that was the moment that ended Heero’s journey. With a few phone calls from important people, and some forged documents done by the best in the business, Heero Yuy had become a student at one of the best technical schools in all of the United States. That was two years ago, and he’d never looked back. He was happy here. He had messages to keep in touch with his friends, and enough money to go see them when his time allowed. He had a couple of casual acquaintances at the school that he had coffee with every once and a while, but for the most part he just people watched. He had learned a lot from just watching the world go by.
Wufei,
Congratulations on the promotion, it was richly deserved.
Mid-terms went well. Drafting was a hard one, though.
I’m interested in your new camping spot. Let me know the details, and we’ll work out the kinks.
Heero
The next message was from Quatre. And when a message came from Quatre it was always a message from Trowa, also. Heero clicked on it as he sipped his coffee and smiled.
Heero,
Hey, how’s it going? Did you pull through those mid-terms okay?
Trowa says hello. He’s away visiting Cathy right now, but when he comes back we’re headed to Tokyo for a charity ball. Too bad you were never much of a black-tie guy Heero. I would’ve sent you an invite! It’s for a good cause too: rebuilding schools that are still all bombed-out from the war. It’s hard to believe that so many buildings are still not even halfway repaired.
Remind me next time I see you to tell you about the blowhard Senator from Russia. It’s a good story, but a long one.
Quatre
Heero admired Quatre and Trowa. It was hard to maintain everything they did and everywhere they went but they did it without breaking a sweat.
Trowa had returned to the circus for a bit after the wars, but soon found himself needing a friend and companion. Quatre, being the kind soul he is, had offered to let Trowa help him out with some philanthropic projects and accompany him on the diplomatic missions he was always on as a senior diplomat for the colonies. Trowa had hopped Quatre’s posh shuttle about the same time Heero entered school, and the two were inseparable. Heero wondered if they thought anyone still believed they were just friends. Heero sure as hell didn’t. He was happy for them both, especially since they found happiness in each other. It made their small group that much more close-knit, and Heero liked the idea of the two of them being family to one another.
Quatre,
Thanks for the thought, but you know balls aren’t my thing. Maybe if you were having a charity boxing contest then I might be persuaded to go…
Mid-terms were fine. Just fine.
You too busy to go camping with Wufei and I soon? Let me know.
Heero
Heero figured he had about two more years before he finished all the classes he’d need for a degree. He was not trying to rush himself, at his age he still had all the time in the world. It had been hard to convince himself of that but he had. And in the long run he thought it was best to stick to the prescribed course of action rather than throw himself into school like it was a mission.
But when school ended he still didn’t know where he was going to go.
With that in mind, he clicked on the last message in his inbox, save the ads for penis enlargements and busty women.
Heero,
How’s it going, man? I know, I know, it’s been ages since I’ve messaged you. But I swear, it’s because I’ve been really busy over here. Mid-terms were a bitch, to be sure, and finals aren’t shaping up to be any easier. Why didn’t you warn me about this shit?
I’m kidding, man. I actually like school life a whole lot better than I thought I might. Although, I suspect my philosophy professor is an alien.
Miss you. Call me when you get a chance, all right?
I have to go. Misty is whining for food.
Duo
Heero laughed. Duo’s cat was a demanding little witch that seemed to always be hungry. And she didn’t like Heero very much at all. Heero had learned that the last time he had visited.
Duo actually ended up in school because of Heero. He had traveled for a bit after the wars and had ended up back on L2, helping Hilde start up her scrap business. But when that had taken off like a proverbial rocket, Duo had gotten bit by wanderlust again and set off to travel the colonies and Earth. After about six months he had ended up on Heero’s doorstep, and Heero had given Duo the same advice he’d gotten from Wufei: try school and see what life has to offer you.
Duo went through the same channels Heero had and managed to get into a university about two hours away. They saw each other whenever possible, and each time they did Heero felt their bond become stronger, as it did whenever he saw his closest friends. There was something different there, but Heero wasn’t sure he was ready to examine that too closely yet.
Duo,
Mid-terms were a bitch here too. I hope I do a little better on my drafting final than I did on the mid-term.
How’s Hilde? Have you heard from her?
If you think your philosophy professor is an alien, you should see my psychology prof. He looks like he could be a yeti.
I miss you too. Do better at keeping in touch.
Heero
PS - Wufei says camping soon. You up for it?
Heero heard the tell tale whoosh as the message was sent and then he closed his computer and looked up. The sun had dropped a little and the temperature was slightly lower than it had been when he had picked up his coffee and headed to his favorite bench. But instead of getting up and going inside he just crossed one leg over the other and watched as a mom pushed a small baby by in an elaborate stroller.
It was good to have friends, but wonderful to have a family.
The End