Disclaimers: very short, silly, AU, self-insert but not that Sue whoever thingy. Infact JejeFish is very very devastated here. The Gboys are nice enough to lend a hand. And they are not mine, even as I would love to. OOC though! very! Dedicated to whomever hated onelist The Day JejeFish Got Pissed Real Bad or: The Day ONElist and eGroups died ------------------------------------- One oh-so-sunny afternoon, JejeFish was staring blankly at her laptop, typing nothing, reading nothing, just staring at her blank mailbox. She's supposed to be studying and doing her assignments which were due on Monday, but she couldn't care less. She had just typed in some fics and really hoped that it would go across the 'digital world' and get into the MLers safely. So there she was, sitting on her bed, staring at her computer, the table lamp flickering, the clock ticked, the laptop buzzed and nothing happened. Five minutes, refresh button. Nothing. And the ML is extremely quiet. Ten minutes, refresh button. One message. From her friend. Not from the ML. She began to think that her fics didn't got through. She then pressed the mouse key on the 'Principles of Marketing' tab and started typing her assignment away, while busy typing HTML for her 'Web Design' assignment as well. Half an hour. Her assignments just got stuck. She flicked to her mailbox and gaped. NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING. She snorted. Her assignments went bust, her fics didn't go through, her friends were playing didgeridoo randomly and made her feel sick, and she just couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed her room key, took her purse and her bag and dashed out of the room, bought a train ticket and went to the city centre. Doing her groceries and scouting for a Salvador Dali book certainly was a good therapy for her distress. Silently she hoped that as she came back, her fic would have all gone through, she could find an idea at how to finish her assignments and just relax, for the first time in half a year. She had been in the town centre for three hours and decided enough is enough. However much therapeutic eating McNuggets and getting a plastic Buzz Lightyear from McDonalds' Happy Meal, she really have to go back. As much as chatting with random pigeons soothed her nerves, she needed to save her head from Late-Assignments penalty, and you could bet she's worried about her fic. So, she walked to the station, jumped into a train, and gaped at the canned-sardine state of the train. Must be rush hour all ready. She stood there, with all her groceries, and clutching her plastic Buzz Lightyear, mumbling something fleetingly on silly servers, networks, assignments and hacking. To her shock someone touched her shoulder and she looked up. Annoyed. Hey! no one touches people fleetingly! She's about to rant off when she actually saw who. The guy who startled her looked like.. like.. Heero. "I heard you saying something about hacking and computers." can't be Heero Yuy. Too much words. "I am a computer specialist, I might be able to help." But he looks like Heero, with The Look (TM) or The Glare (TM). "But I don't even know you." she stammered. "Oh, sorry." He extended a hand. "I am Heero Yuy." At that time the train doors slid open and she could feel herself toppling out, literally from the train, onto the platform, if not two strong hands grasping her. She looked up to a violet braided boy who speaks American english, and a handsome guy with an impossibly unique bang. And she stepped onto the platform, catching her breath, only to find her groceries scattered on the ground. Frantically she began picking her groceries, muttering something about an unlucky day, dreaming and silliness. She looked up to find a devastatingly cute guy smiling back at her, handing her some of her groceries bags. Heero then picked her up, and she could only stuttered. "Gomen." Heero, face betraying no emotion begin to introduce her to his friends. The smily, chattery, brown haired, violet eyed boy was Duo Maxwell. The unibanged boy was Trowa, the cute youth with blond hair, is Quatre, and the sulking, woman hater (as he always threw silly looks at her) was Wufei. Before she could say anything, the boy called Duo dragged her off, with a chirpy voice, "RIggggghhhhtoooo!! lets go to business already!" Dazed, JejeFish could only follow and then show them to her flat. Only to be stopped at her tracks when she stood in front of her door. "Er.. really... you are not... ymmm... might be better not..." Heero lifted an eyebrow, Trowa stared, Quatre looked concern, Wufei didn't seem to care even as she's about to die, and Duo spoke, "Is there something wrong?" and he turned the key and flip the door open. And he stood there transfixed. "This... this... is your roooooommm?!" Duo shouted at the impossibly earthquake-hit room. Boxes of paints on the floor, easels and canvases, the buzzing computer with Snoopy Screen savers, the bleeping mobile phone that was actually acidentally left, the law books, marketing books, everywhere. Unmade bed, coffee spills. She tried to hide and for the first time in her life she wished she could be buried six feet underground. Duo made his way into the room, skipping and swerving now and then, steering clear from the painting kits, the uncapped acrylic paints and all. Heero tapped a random button and get the computer working. And looked up. "So whats with the computer?" "Oh..." she didn't know what to say. "I am doing four assignments at once, and typing fics. and the ONElist server wouldn't have it in. And its not posted yet, even after 6 hours." Heero nodded, and tapped into some buttons with enermous accuracy and unhuman fastness. It seemed that he had entered someone's server. Duo suddenly peered into the screen and grabbed some paper and an almost empty Biro pen from the table and scribbled some numbers. He then walked up to Quatre, who was chatting with Trowa, and spoke in a low voice. JejeFish looked at the three of them in curiosity as Quatre handed a mobile phone to Duo. The new Nokia with the scroll bar whatever. Damn this guy's rich. She felt like hiding her mobile phone that looks really large and bricky and faulty at the same time. Then she could hear the tapping of the computer buttons growing even faster, and Duo started talking into the phone. "Hello? ONElist/eGroups? I am going to rant a bit here, okay. Something had just gone wrong and really you ought to get things done..." and the rest was some blurred noise, because of Heero unhuman typing speed and Duo's unhuman speech ability. Then a last tap on the Carriage Return button (aka Enter button) and the last click of the phone. "Ninmu Kanryou." both chorused. JejeFish blinked, trying to place what they mean by that. And suddenly Wufei spoke. "Can we just go now? I hate being trapped in an Onna's pigsty". JejeFish felt the world toppled on her. Yes her room is dirty, but its arty dirty not dirty dirty. Trowa smiled and say, "Nevermind, he's just allergic to Onnas". "Kisama." is what I can hear from Wufei. Quatre then spoke, "All right, all right, we'll leave after one last call." Heero stood from the chair and tapped Duo, "good job". "Err..." JejeFish stuttered, "What have you done to my computer?" Duo spoke out, "More likely to Onelist. He hacked Onelist and eGroups planted some new programmes, and I went off and bug them, making them promise to give better service or face the wrath of Shinigami!" he grinned, Heero groaned. From Quatre's way I could hear something like, "Rashid, write a letter to ONElist/eGroups that I have an intention to buy them over. NOW!" and the phone clicked. Quatre smiled. Duo then said again, "It seemed that our job is done. Tis a good vacation." and they walked out. JejeFish stood there, in the middle of her typhoon-hit casualty room, gaping, goldfish-eyed, and slack-jawed. Not even rememebered to say thanks to five helpful guys. Suddenly realisation hit her. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! 24 hours to go!! 4 assignments to do!!!!" At least ONElist is not a problem and the fic is there in the GWML. Oh yeah, one more thing, the day after ONElist changed its name to WINNERlist, obviously that Quatre guy had taken over the list. With that person named Heero as the Technical Supervisor, Duo as the customer service, Wufei as the 'unwanted Onna salesman filterer' and Trowa as the person who kept every one sane. ~OWARI! Obviously now you can see that I needed severe hospitalisation!!! comments? flames? <>< JejeFish!