Just gonna post a few one-shots I've written in the last year or so. This would be the most recently written, but probably the best place to start. Enjoy!

Heero walked down the street slowly, head down, gaze fixed straight ahead. The rucksack slung over his shoulder contained little more than a change of clothes, some rations, and a gun with two spare clips. It was all he owned.

Ever since the Barton Foundation's coup had been thwarted, he'd been drifting aimlessly. no mission left for him. He wandered from colony to colony, taking on odd jobs here and there, enough to pay for food, cheap accomodation, and shuttle fare when he decided it was time to leave.

He hated it. He'd completed his mission, and the Earthsphere was at peace. All Mobile Suit forces were currently being decommissioned, and trade was prospering again between the colonies and even the different nations on Earth. But this new 'golden age' had no place for him. He was lost.

Sometimes he thought of going to Relena, to see how she was getting on. Maybe to talk to her once more. Maybe...

HIs head jerked slightly and he cut off that thought angrily. It would be a lot better for Relena if he just stayed away from her forever, his own feelings be damned.

As he berated himself, he wandered past an alley on his left, and a rock suddenly whistled past his head, close enough for him to feel the rush of air as it passed. He spun round and ducked as the second sailed straight through where his face had been a split-second before. He darted forwards into the alley, shoulder-tackling the thrower that had been lurking in the shadows. They tumbled over, knocking aside a few stray garbage cans as they fought for position. Heero got hold of a brick and raised it above his head to smash the other man's skull. "WOAH! Heero, hold on there man!" the man yelped.

Heero groaned and put the brick back down, standing up. He tossed the man on the ground an irritated glance. "Duo. What do you want?"

His former companion picked himself off the ground, brushing some dirt from his coat. "Geez, it's not like the rocks hit you or anything, just trying to get your attention," he muttered.

"You got it. So talk."

Duo gave a snort of laughter despite himself; Heero still hadn't learned the meaning of the word 'polite'. "The Preventers are looking for us Pilots. Got word from Quatre about it last week. Seems demilitarisation ain't going quite as smoothly as they hoped, and they're looking for some help."

"So you came to warn me? I can look out for myself," Heero replied in a disinterested tone, turning to walk off.

"No, I came to recruit ya!" Duo said quickly, making Heero pause. "It's a worthwhile job Heero. Ushering in peace and all that stuff. And be honest, what else ya gonna do? Wander around like a hobo for the next twenty years?"

Heero turned back, giving him a vicious glare for the hobo comment. He picked up his rucksack and was silent for a few seconds. "When do we leave?" he said finally.

Duo grinned. "ASAP buddy. Let's go."