Disclaimers: Don't own any part of Gundam Wing nor it's characters. Merely borrowing them for a little torture.

Warnings: Shounen-ai (because I suck at yaoi) , mildly blasphemous in terms of my depiction of heaven. Not a death fic… ish. Usual 1x2, 3x4, and with 5 hanging in the wind. The poor darling.

Notes: Betaed by Keiran. Thank you.

Epilogue

It was white.

Annoyingly so. It was so white it hurt his eyes.

Heero Yuy blinked carefully, reaching up to rub his eyes. He lowered his hand in shock as he stared at the smooth, strong lines there. A sixty nine year old man's hands looked nothing like that. Was he dreaming again? He had been dreaming a lot about Duo of late. Duo kept asking him what his favourite music was. All in all it was rather odd.

He took a deep breath but it hitched with shock when he realised breathing didn't hurt anymore. Something was wrong, or perhaps… a little too right? He sat up abruptly, feeling no pain in his joints, no aches in his body.

He felt… 21 again.

"As you should. You are," an amused voice said from a corner.

Instinct took over as Heero leapt to his feet, reaching for a nonexistent gun. White spandex and a white tank top? Someone was going to die!

"Who are you…?" Heero trailed off as he took in the man standing before him. He squinted a little, as he had to for the past few years, while his eye sight slowly deteriorated but soon realised he could see pretty damn well. He knew this person. This person was rather familiar. Where had he seen him before? "What am I doing here?"

"Well, you are here for registration," the man rolled his eyes. It was clear this was a common question directed at him.

"Where is here?"

"Heaven."

Solo laughed, as he realised Gundam Pilots did so faint.

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"How did I die?" Heero asked as they walked toward the administrative building.

"You need to access your Living File. Which we will get into that later."

"Where are we going?"

"To get registered. Don't you ever listen?" Solo said, exasperated.

"Registered?"

"We still have to register you with the administration department, get you passes and then prepare for you orientation programme. After that, I will work closely with you as your tutor cum counsellor to find out what is the best way you can serve in Heaven," Solo uttered mechanically, but pasting a bright smile on his face. It was standard procedure now, to sent out service evaluation forms to all new arrivals which would get into his employment file.

"Why do I look like this?" Heero said, looking down at his body, and staring raptly at his muscles, which had disappeared mysteriously a few years back.

"Duo saved Salvation Points for you forever… after he paid me back mine of course. He wanted you to have a makeover. Something about creaky bones won't enjoy what he has in mind for you."

Heero jerked his head around in shock. "Duo? He's here? Where? Where's Duo…?" Whatever he wanted to say died when they entered a large cavernous hall with a huge press of people. "What the…"

"Thank you for waiting, you are important to us. Number 10, 862,456,657,785, counter 2."

Heero gulped, shell shocked. Then his expression slowly turned to one of utter amazement. Standing in a secluded corner, in front of a large tent they used for camping all those years back, was the most wonderful sight ever, one he had been dreaming to see for the past forty eight years.

Duo smiled brilliantly at his lover, knowing all his hard earned Salvation Points had gone to a wonderful place. He knew Heero wouldn't enjoy his… entertaining months in line at the Administrative building with creaking bones. He had waited forty eight years to fulfil his parting promise to his lover and Duo Maxwell never lied. He turned back and switched on the portable CD player. Loud music blared out of it.

A slow smile curved Heero's lips as he realised this was the song he told Duo was his favourite in his dream two nights back. So it wasn't really a dream after all. He took a step closer to his lover, ignoring the angel behind him who had gone to get him a number, he said, from a Chinese looking man who mumbled something incoherent.

"Hello Heero," Duo greeted, holding his arms out. "Welcome to eternity." With me, was the silent words added but not uttered.

Heero stepped into them and melted. "I have waited years for this."

"So have I," Duo breathed. "So have I." He inclined his head toward the large tent. "Shall we retire?"

Heero shook his head, much to Duo's disappointment. "I think I have slept enough."

A naughty gleam lit up Duo's eyes. "Whoever said we were going to use the tent for sleeping?" He wiggled his eyebrows evilly.

Heero chuckled softly, a slow flush stealing up his neck. "There are a lot of people here." He looked at the curious eyes staring at them.

"That's what the music is for, idiot."

Duo led them into the tent. The fact that Heero missed his number twice, didn't bother them much at all.

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Tsu and Keiran stared at each other, giggling. They rushed back to the office. They had an ending to write.

The end

AN: I am soooo sorry! I really thought Circle of Destiny was the last uncompleted story I had. Thanks very much Tatsu Satsuki for reminding that there are two more stories left. This is the end of Heaven May Call. I hope I evoked some giggles along the way.

Life Altering Decisions will be completed soon, just as soon as I fine tune the last few chapters of the story. The last two chapters is not written by me, but by Enna Everbright who was completely pissed off at how I wanted to leave the story hanging… She is an absolutely talented writer and a good friend. I will be including her email in the chapters for LAD. Please email her if you liked the last two chapters!!

Thanks everyone once again.