A/N: Hi everyone! Well, I would have had it up the day before Halloween, but I had to take my laptop in to get some work done on it... But hey, it's only the day after! Not too bad! –smiles- It is a bit on the shorter side, but I'm trying to start/build up some more drama…I've gotten some more ideas for the fic, some ones I think you all will enjoy! Hopefully, I might be able now to finish it by St. Patrick's Day! Now, again, don't hold me to that, but that's the goal! Sadly, I have a term paper now I have to work on, but hopefully, I'll have another chapter up before Thanksgiving break. So, show me your love and review!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Mobile Suit: G Gundam… Now leave me alone lawyers…Unless you're Jack McCoy, then you can "bug" me! XD I swear, I love Law and Order… Oops! Sorry for ranting! Lol. Onto the fic!

When Chibodee Met Allenby

Chapter Twenty-One

Chibodee was going to check his bid on eBay for an autographed John Wayne movie poster (after all, Paul's birthday was coming up soon) when he received a notice saying he got mail. Curious, the Neo-American Gundam fighter pulled up his email to see the new message.

"Allenby?" he said aloud, shocked to see she had replied back…and that quickly for that matter. Now even more curious, he opened the email and sat back to read it.

Dear Sexist Pig,

He had to laugh at that. Seems like he could still get under her skin very easily.

Ha! As if you could beat me, Chib!

Chib huh? Well, that was a new one. No one but Paul ever called him Chib. Maybe he should think of an actual nickname for her then… He shook the thought from his mind and continued reading.

It'll be me kicking your ass!

Again, he started laughing. Hopefully, he would have a chance to face her at the next tournament.

Sorry I didn't reply sooner though. I've been busy with training lately. I'm doing fine. How have you been since Neo-France? How are the girls doing?

See ya!

Allenby

Hopefully she wasn't working too hard. Hopefully controlling scientists were giving her a break and allowing her a chance to relax and rest. He popped his knuckles and began typing his response. After a few minutes, with a faint smile, he clicked send.

"Now for the other…" he murmured as he logged onto eBay. He smirked as he pulled up the auction. Only an hour left, and he still had the winning bid. Victory was his.

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Three days had gone by, and the training had nearly doubled in intensity. Allenby all but limped inside her room and collapsed on her bed, whimpering in pain. "Need…sleep…" she groaned, thoroughly exhausted. Every muscle seemed to be screaming out in pain. Desperately needing rest, she closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. She groaned louder, burying her face into her pillow. "Go away! I don't wanna do anymore tests!..."

"It's me—Hans!" he called.

Allenby grumbled in annoyance, truly just wanting to be left alone, and slowly sat up and dragged herself over to open the door. "Someone had better be dying…" she nearly growled, glaring. However, she did start walking back to her bed, leaving the door open.

Hans laughed as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. "Aw, come on. Lighten up, Alley," he teased, smiling.

"If I had any energy left, I'd kill you," she falsely threatened him as she sat down on the bed.

"No, you wouldn't," he argued. "Especially with the gift I got you."

"Gift?" Allenby asked, confused.

"Ta-da!" he exclaimed, pulling out a box of…

"Pocky!" she nearly squealed with delight.

Knowing that she was too sore to move, Hans tossed the box of sweets to her. She caught it with a smile and looked down to see it was the chocolate mousse flavor—her favorite and one of the more expensive flavors too.

"I thought you might like that," he commented with a proud grin.

She smiled as she opened the box. "Thanks, Hans," she told him, reaching in to grab a piece.

"You're welcome," he replied, leaning back against the wall. "You know, I also got…" Hans stopped when he heard a soft chime from her computer. He looked over at the monitor and saw the "new mail" sign flashing. "How long has that been going off?" he asked, looking back at her.

"Huh?" she asked, half a stick of pocky sticking out of her mouth. She looked over at her computer and calmly finished eating the sweet before answering, "Oh, just the past couple of days."

"Shouldn't you go check it?"

"Eh, I'll do it later," she said, dismissing the idea. "So, what were you saying?" she asked, getting out another piece.

"Oh, well, I was saying I managed to get the doctors to agree to give you a week off," he finished his earlier statement.

Allenby nearly choked on her pocky. She swallowed it quickly and gaped at him. "Are…Are you serious?!" she demanded.

Hans smiled and nodded. "Yup, a week of vacation," he responded calmly. "You can go anywhere you like, but there is only one catch."

Her green eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him suspiciously. "What's the catch?" she asked.

"I got them to agree to the vacation, so long as I'm your escort," he answered.

A loud laugh came from her when she heard his reply. "That's all?... Don't scare me like that!"

He laughed as well. "So…is there anywhere you'd want to go?" he asked.

She grinned slyly. "Well…"