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"The Potentials"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles Pairings for this drabble: Heero/Relena, Trowa/Quatre,
possible Duo/Wufei, and maybe a few others. Summary: A collection of drabbles that are destined to become fully fledged fics. Rating may change and new pairings/characters will be added as new drabbles are posted. Notes: Hello and welcome to my new series of drabbles!
I will still continue to update Agglomeration, but these drabbles
are the stories I am interested in expanding into longer fics. This
is basically me exploring different plots and possibilities that I
might want to delve more into at a future time. There will be multiple
plot lines and pairings from canon compliance to full on AU's. Drop
me a line and let me know which ones you are most interested in reading.
Thanks for visiting! ^_^ "The Potentials" Chapter 1: Widdershins The first time it happened, Heero didn’t think anything was unusual. A few occurrences seemed strange, such as Quatre saying something Heero was absolutely positive he’d already said, or the fact that Duo dropped one of those gooey iced danishes down the back of Wufei’s shirt for what seemed like the fourth time. There was the exact same look that Trowa had given him when they crossed paths in the hallway and the eerily familiar lecture Director Une had given them that morning. At the end of the work day, he climbed into his car and drove the same route home that he always did. He soon realized it was the night he was never going to go home again. That had been his last thought before the headlights rushed towards him with a speed that he knew was much faster than it seemed, and collided with the side of his car, snapping his neck in two. That, and, I’m so sorry, Relena… When he woke up the following morning, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that he was alive when he shouldn’t have been, though he couldn’t remember why. The déjà vu he experienced throughout the day began to raise red flags in his mind. Increasingly confused and alarmed, he turned to Quatre whose insight always seemed to put things into perspective. His blond friend was oddly unruffled by the bizarre tale Heero wove for him and shrugged as he stirred his coffee with a plastic straw. “Widdershins.” Heero narrowed his eyes. “I’m sorry, what?” Quatre smiled and sipped his coffee. “Widdershins. You did something wrong. Something that disrupted your fate. Nature is turning back the clock on you until you get it right.” “Quatre. You can’t honestly expect me to believe that.” Quatre’s eyes gleamed with a strange wisdom that never failed to send shivers down Heero’s spine. “It doesn’t matter what I believe, Heero, nor does it matter what you believe. Nature is doing what needs to be done until you fix whatever you’re doing wrong.” He scoffed. “I don’t believe in fate.” Quatre waved his hand. “Fate doesn’t care what you believe.” Heero studied him closely, trying to figure out if he was being played with. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Quatre stepped closer, so close Heero could feel the heat of his breath. “You need to fix what ever cosmic blunder you’ve gotten yourself into, or else you will continue reliving the same day over and over and over again.” “But, how can I if I don’t know what I did wrong?” Quatre shrugged and turned towards the door. “Then you’d better figure that out, shouldn’t you?”
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