Disclaimer: Ok, who really believes that I'm Allenby?  ::silence from readers except from Shion-chan, her crazy sarcastic friend that needs to post her Stargate fic SOON (hint, hint Shion…), but as usual, everyone ignores her::  Hai.  Well, use that answer to answer the question of if I own G Gundam or not. 

Notes from Allenby Beardsley: Well, thanks to Alimoe (who has the BEST Chibodee/Allenby fic EVER called The Man with Blue and Pink Hair), I've become quite a fan of Chibodee/Allenby pairing, although…Domon doesn't like that very much…

Domon Kasshu: ::bursts in::  You're right about that Allenby!!  I thought you liked *me*!!!

Allenby Beardsley: ::sighs heavily::  I still like you Domon, I just also like Chibodee…  Besides, you're with Rain!!!  Remember??

Domon Kasshu: Oh yeah.

Allenby Beardsley: -.-;;  Anyway, as I was saying…So, I came up with an idea for a couple of different Chibodee/Allenby fics, so here's the first one out.  If I have at least *one* person who likes it, I'll continue it.  Without further ado, here's my first Chibodee/Allenby fic!!  I'll try to update soon!

When Chibodee Met Allenby

Chapter One

Allenby sat on her stool, sipping idly at her soda, looking down at the counter with a small frown on her face.  "I guess I should be happy…" she mumbled outloud to herself.  "The Dark Gundam has been destroyed…Rain is now safe…and Domon is happy…  Then why am I so sad?…"

Of course she knew the answer to that one.  She loved Domon, and like she told him to, he told Rain that he loved her and chose her.  She knew she told him to be with Rain; she knew Rain was the girl he deserved.  Rain was pure, good, gentle, and kind…  While she, herself, was loud, sometimes brash, and she killed someone: Wong.  But still…somehow she wanted Domon to choose her.  The pain was too much; it hurt too badly to even look at him now with Rain.  Quickly, she gulped down the rest of her drink and slammed the glass down on the counter. 

"I gotta get through this…" she whispered as she sniffled, tears filling up in her eyes.  She couldn't cry…  She was the Gundam fighter of Neo-Sweden…  It just all seemed hopeless though.  "Oh Domon…I didn't mean to break my promise to you…but I…I just don't see how I can love someone else…"  A couple of tears fell from her eyes, no matter how hard she tried not to. 

"Hey baby…" a deep voice cooed, placing his hand on Allenby's shoulder.  She flinched at his touch.  "How about you and me go have some fun?"  She jerked away, never looking at the guy and gripping her glass tighter.

"I don't think so," she answered coldly.  The man growled and grabbed her shoulder again, this time roughly.

"Hey lady, nobody says no to *me*!" he informed her.  Allenby turned around and glared at him.

"Do you know who I am?" she demanded calmly.  The guy smirked.

"Yeah, I know who you are; that's why I want you," he answered with a dirty glint in his eye.  Her glare got colder, but the man didn't care.  "I've always wanted to know what it's like to be with a Gundam bitch like you."

"Then find someone else!" she snapped and turned around back to the counter to order another soda.  He growled again, grabbed her arm, and yanked her back around.

"I don't think you understand, we're going to go have some fun right now!" he yelled.

A lone man watched the scene from his table in the corner of the bar.  He took another swig of his beer and placed it down on the table, staring at the two intently.  "Looks like trouble…" he muttered under his breath and got up.

"And I don't think *you* understand!!  I'm not interested, so let me go!!" Allenby screamed, pulling back her arm.

"Why you little bitch!" the man roared and pulled his hand back to punch her.  Allenby watched him carefully, but no punch was thrown; someone had caught the man's fist and was holding it back to keep it from flying at her.

"I think…you should leave her alone," a voice from behind him said.  Allenby grew hopeful; could that be…?

It has to be him, Domon!  He's the only one that comes to my rescue! she thought happily.  However, her face fell after the mysterious man punched out the guy harassing her and the smiling face standing before her wasn't Domon.

"Oh…Hi Chibodee…" she mumbled sadly and looked to the floor.  The Neo-America Gundam fighter just laughed and jammed his fists into his pockets.

"Geez, hello to you too Allenby.  What a nice welcome I get for saving you," he chuckled.  Allenby looked up and smiled at him sadly.

"I'm sorry.  It's just I thought you were…" she began, but the sharp pain in her heart kept from saying her love's name, and she looked back to the ground.

Chibodee's eyes darken, and he nodded solemnly.  "Yeah, I know who you thought I was…" he whispered, but she could still hear him.  She sighed and nodded and sat back down on her stool and fiddled around with her glass with a sad frown on her face.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, standing behind her.  She shrugged, never looking at him.

"Knock yourself out," she answered.  Chibodee smirked and sat down on the stool to her right.

"I would, but that just might hurt a little," he remarked, trying to make her laugh.  It worked only halfway.  She smirked.

"Now I see why Domon called you a clown."  He shook his head.

"Some clown I am then.  I can't even make *you* laugh."

"If you came here to cheer me up, you're gonna fail."  She then sniffled, wishing she could hold back the tears.  Chibodee frowned slightly as he looked at her, his eyes somber, and sighed as he looked down at his hands, which he was playing with.

"Look, I know you love him…" he began and then looked at her.  She looked to him with tears streaming down her cheeks; she couldn't hold it anymore.

"Didn't he know that?" she managed to get out with the lump in her throat.  He nodded.

"Yeah…I think he did."  She began shedding more tears now.

"Then why?  Why didn't he choose me?!" she cried, slamming her fist weakly on the counter.  Chibodee shook his head.

"I don't know."  He looked at her painfully; he wanted to stop her tears, to stop her crying, but he knew he couldn't.  She looked away from him, probably ashamed at herself for crying in front of him and held her head in her hands, her elbows were propped up on the counter, as she cried harder.

"You poor kid…" he cooed with a sad grin and placed his hand on her shoulder, but she slapped it away.

"I'm *not* a kid…" she growled.  She lifted up her head and glared at him.  "I'm only a couple of years younger than *you*!"  He smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, I forgot."  Some more tears were forming in her frosted jade-green eyes, and a couple more fell down her cheeks.  She held her glare a second longer before looking back down at her empty glass.  "Look…I know you're upset, and you have every reason in the world to be, but…  Don't you think you're making quite a scene now?  Would Domon want this for you?"

"…I don't know…and I *don't* care…"  She had flinched slightly at the mention of her lover's name, but made no further comment to him.  Her shoulders shook as bitter sobs came from her.  Hesitantly, Chibodee placed his hand on her nearest shoulder and rubbed it slightly for comfort.  This time, she didn't slap it away.  In fact, she tilted her head towards his hand as she continued weeping quietly, as though as she craved and needed the comfort.

"I don't want to go back to them…They treat me like a machine…" she murmured after awhile.  It took him a second to realize she was talking about her scientists.

"Then don't," he gently whispered as he softly stroked a couple short strands of her turquoise hair with his other hand, since her head was still resting on the other one.  He didn't know what possessed him to reach out to her, maybe it was because he hated to see women cry, maybe it was because he thought someone should be there in her corner, or maybe it was because they were both suffering deep down from the same pain.  "Come with me…The girls and I'll take care of you."

Startled, she looked up at him, saw her position with him and jerked away, sitting up straight.  "What?!  No…no…I couldn't ask that of you.  Besides…you don't really know me, and I really don't know you."  Chibodee cocked her a cheerful grin.

"So, why don't we?"

"Huh?"

"Get to know each other."

"Oh."  She hadn't expected him to be so stubborn on this; if he had been Domon, he would've backed off as soon as she said no.  But, he's *not* Domon… she thought sadly and bit her lip nervously.  What was she so nervous about?  He was just a guy that was a close friend of Domon's who wanted to get to know her better.  She knew that Domon had always wanted her to hang out with the rest of the Shuffle Alliance besides himself and George.  So why was she so scared?  "Well…"

Chibodee grinned even more and slapped her on the shoulder.  "Oh come on!  It'll be fun!  And besides…I'm a better cook than Rain!"  At that, Allenby began to laugh.  It was the first time since before the whole fight with the Dark Gundam had she really laughed.  He smiled even more and winked at her.  "See…I told you I could cheer you up."

"Ok, ok…you win…I'll go," she sighed in defeat.  Chibodee jumped up from his stool with his smile still on his face and clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

"Alright then!  Let's go!" he chimed and pulled Allenby up from her stool as well.

"But I…"

"Come on!"  With that said, he dragged her out of the bar and into his car.  She looked over it warily and gingerly touched the door handle, vaguely wondering if such an old piece of junk could still function.  As if he was reading her thoughts, he sighed heavily and looked at her tiredly.  "Yes, yes…it *still* runs.  Incredible, I know.  Now, hope in already!"

"…Ok…"  She got in the car slowly and leaned back in the seat, surprised how comfortable it was.  Chibodee smirked and started the engines.  He turned and winked at her.

"Buckle your belt."

"Huh?"  But before Allenby could press the topic any further, Chibodee mashed the gas pedal, and the car went racing down the street.  Had Allenby not been gripping the car door still, she would have flown forward and through the window shield and be a road pizza most likely now, courtesy of him.

"I told you to buckle up."  She looked over at him, and he locked his bright jungle-green eyes with hers for a moment, his cocky smirk on his face.  He gave a slight chuckle and looked back to the road.  Hesitantly, she fasten her safe belt and glared at him.

"Well, you didn't tell me you were a kamikaze driver!!"  He merely laughed at her comment and continued driving at the high speed.  "At this rate, you're going to kill *both* of us!!"  Laughter was the only thing that escaped his smiling lips as he took a sharp left turn, and he slowed down to 75 mph as he entered the highway.

"Don't worry…I've driven much faster with the girls with me in this thing, and they're still in one piece.  But, if it will *really* make you feel better, I'll slow down.  Besides… there's a fuzz car behind us."  Allenby blinked in shock.

"Fuzz car?…"

"Yeah, you know, cops."

"Oh."  Allenby stared back out her window with a serious and melancholy expression on her face.  "I guess there's still a lot I need to learn about American life…" she thought.  She wondered if Domon had told him about her origin; she was only *half*-Swedish… her mother was from Neo-America.  Maybe, she would've grown up in Neo-America and might have met Chibodee and the girls there…if her parents weren't killed. 

Chibodee glanced over at his passenger, and the sight of her frowning almost made him frown too.  He nudged her shoulder and threw her a small grin.  "Hey come on, cheer up!"  No response.  "You know what?  You're too uptight, you need to loosen up.  And I know just how…"

Allenby smirked.  "By tying me to the roof?"

"Nah, I don't have enough rope.  But music's just as good!"  With that said, he turned on his CD player and jacked up the volume near max and began playing "Wanderer."  Loudly, he began to sing, although he wasn't always on key.  "See?  You hear that?  That's good old American music!"  He threw her such a happy, big smile, she couldn't help but faintly smile back.

"The old part's right…This song is ok…"  His laughter was so filled with life and joy, that it made her smile grow slightly bigger.

"There!  I told you listenin' to this music would loosen you up!  How about you singin' for awhile?"  Allenby shook her head.

"What?  No…I don't sing."

"You don't or you *won't*?"  He smiled at her again, encouraging her to perform.  "Gosh, she's really a shy girl deep down…I've always imagined she'd be jumping at the chance to do anything.  Maybe that's because she was with Domon…and let's face it… I'm no Domon…" he thought, somewhat bitterly and sadly, but his face still held his cheerful grin. 

"Well…"  She cleared her throat.  "Shouldn't you be keeping your eyes on the road?  I don't want to end up in a ditch dead with *you* of all people!" 

"Uh, sorry."  He gave a slight shrug and began watching the road.  She giggled, almost causing him to look back at her in shock; was she…giggling?  He had *never* heard her giggle before, *ever*, unless Domon was there beside her. 

"Since you been gone, all that's left is a band of gold, all that's left of the dreams I hold, is a band of gold," a voice sang from beside him.  Chibodee blinked in shock and glanced at his passenger, and gaped in shock.  Allenby looked over at him and locked eyes with him for the second he was looking at her.  "What?"  No reply.  "What?  You're the one who told me to sing, and now that I did, you look at me as though I was on crack…  What's your deal?"

Chibodee shook his head and stifled a chuckle.  "Nothing."  She didn't believe him.

"No…something's up…Now what is it?"  He shrugged.

"I just thought you said you weren't going to sing…"  She widen her eyes in shock at his comment then shrugged as well with a small grin on her face.

"Oh well, I just changed my mind!"