6-Aug-2001
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Gundam Wing or its characters. Neither do I own any rights to Winnie the Pooh or any of the other 100 Acre Woods gang. I'm only borrowing them for my own maladjusted reasons.
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Warnings: Complete and total insipidness on my part. I'm trying to break a slight case of writer's block plus Duo has been wandering around in my head for the last few days wearing a Tigger suit and he won't take it off. And quite frankly, he's beginning to smell.
Heero groaned, every muscle in his body ached and cried out for rest. Even his eyes were bloodshot. It had been a hard and tough mission with very little food and no sleep. When he'd gotten home he headed for the nice, soft bed that was calling his name. His hunger and a shower could wait, he was just too tired.
The last thing he was conscious of was Duo softly singing to himself as he passed the bedroom door.
"The most wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things. Their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs. They're bouncy, flouncy, trouncy, pouncy , fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one." (1)
Heero awoke, feeling rested and very hungry. After arising off the bed, he padded softly into the kitchen and began rummaging through the cabinets, looking for that one special . . . ah, there it was. He reached up and wrapped his paws around the one thing that would calm the violent rumblings in his tummy.
`Paws?!?' a little voice in the back of his mind said. He looked both his arms over. Up and down he scanned, from top of shoulder to tip of paw, over and again. He focused next on what he was holding, a small potbellied container labeled `hunny'. He looked down at his feet but could not see them, a prominently rounded belly blocked his view, partially covered by a bright red shirt.
"Oh, bother," he muttered, "I seem to be missing my feet." He opened the pot of honey and dug in, licking his paw clean then dug in for more until it was all gone. All the while, his little voice was telling him something was not quite right, except he couldn't remember what it was. The one thing he did know, he was all out of the sticky, sweet stuff and his tummy was still rumbly.
"What to do, what to do," he pondered, "think, think, think, think. Someone has honey but who will share it?" he sat and thought, and thought, and thought. He licked the edge of the honey pot, hoping to find one little drop he might have missed. He hadn't.
"Hmmmm, think, think, think, think. What goes with honey? Bread goes very nicely with honey and so does tea. Tea! Quatre! Quatre will have honey because he eats bread and he drinks tea. Heero you are one very smart bear."
`Bear?' his little voice said, but he didn't hear it. After all he was too busy thinking of warm, freshly baked slices of bread coated with a thick layer of honey, and his stomach rumbled more.
"I will just walk over to Quatre's house and ask him if he would be so kind as to fill my pot with more lovely, sweet, delicious honey. He is my good friend, he will not tell me no. But first I must wash my hands, it is rude to visit without being neat and tidy."
Heero picked up his pitcher and pumped the water handle until it was full. He filled his washbowl and dipped his paws in, swishing them around to remove the stickiness the last of the honey had left behind. He could not help but think how sad it was that all that was left of the honey was the sticky part.
"I should wash my face and behind my ears, too. Quatre will be so impressed by how clean I am, that he will be more than happy to share bread and honey with me."
Heero looked into the mirror hanging over his washing bowl and blinked, then blinked again. He leaned forward, making sure his eyes weren't playing tricks. He reached up and touched the cute round ears that were where his always unruly ruff of brown hair usually sat. Oh he still had an unruly ruff, but only the part that always hung over his eyes and face. His face, hmmm, it looked the way it always did, two piercingly deep blue eyes peered back at him from the mirror. His nose was still where it had always been, and it still had its old familiar shape. The same went for his mouth. He stepped away from the mirror, to get a more complete view of the rest of him and he gasped in surprise.
`See? I tried to tell you,' his still small voice piped up. This time he heard it, and this time he paid attention, `you're a bear. A stuffed bear to be exact.'
There was no denying it, his small voice was right, he was a stuffed bear. A pooh bear to be more exact. Heero the Pooh. And his stomach rumbled louder.
"Oh, I must get to Quatre's," he announced to himself, "my tummy rumbles for more honey." And he headed for the door.
"Hiya! Heero, ole buddy!" a blur of orange and black pounced on him as soon as he opened the door, knocking him onto the floor, "where ya goin' in such a big hurry? What's the matter, the oz- zles (2) got your tongue?"
"Oh, nonsense and bother. Duo, why are you dressed like a Tigger?" Heero asked.
"Because Duos are wonderful things, you silly old bear," (3) he giggled, "I'm always telling you that, and you're always forgetting."
"Hm," was all Heero said.
"So where you goin'? Can I come too?" Duo asked.
"I'm going to Quatre's for some bread and honey. If you are neat and tidy, he may offer you some too."
"Yuck! Duos don't like bread and honey, Duos like - - - Heeros!" Duo grinned broad and wide as he pounced again and began licking Heero all over his face.
"Duos like Heeros, Duos like Heeros, Duos like Heeros, Heeros, Heeros, Heero, Heero, Heero . . ."
"Heero, Heero, wake up. Wake up, Heero."
Heero slowly opened his eyes, Duo was leaning over him, shaking him awake.
"C'mon, buddy. You've slept almost a whole day away. The rest of us were getting worried about you. You feelin' ok?"
"I'm still a little tired, but I'm fine. And I'm really hungry," Heero answered.
"Let me whip up some scrambled eggs for you then. You want sausage or bacon too?"
"I don't want any eggs or sausage or bacon."
"What do you want, then? Whatever it is, I'll make it for you."
Heero looked a little puzzled, and a lot hopeful, "Do we have any bread and honey?" he asked.
End
(1) I'm not sure if those are the correct lyrics and I did not feel like playing the tape to go find out. If the words aren't correct, I apologize.
(2) This is a take off of humphalumps and woozles. Since Heero is Heero and this is his dream, it got turned into oz-zles.
(3) Since Christopher Robin is not making an appearance in this fic, someone had to call Heero a silly old bear.
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