Reunited

TITLE:  Reunited
AUTHOR:  Gottabefierce
FANDOM:  Three Caballeros
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Panchito Pistolas/José Carioca/ Donald Duck
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: First Meeting
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Donald REALLY hates airports, but he's willing to put up with a little frustration to go and pick up two very important people.
WARNINGS: None really
NOTES: This is the first of many stories that I am going to have to break out my Portuguese translator. While Donald and Panchito speak fairly good English Jos é is the only Caballero (in my opinion) that speaks in more broken English so there is some Portuguese in there. I won't translate it all but I will try to make it stuff that you, the reader, can probably figure out what the pieces mean. This is also my first longer piece with all three of the boys in it which makes me both excited and terrified at the same time. I love these boys so much and I always want to do them justice (even if they are cartoon characters). I hope that you all enjoy^_^.
DISCLAIMER: The Three Caballeros are all copyright Disney and I only use them for my enjoyment and not for profit


Quick Lesson in Portuguese/Spanish:
            Sim: Yes in Portuguese
            Sí: Yes in Spanish
            Engraçadinho: Cute in Portuguese
            Ciudad de Méjico: Mexico City (The capital of Mexico) in Spanish

             Please Enjoy .

            Donald hated airports. He didn't do well in crowded environments to begin with but there was just something about airports that he hated more than anything else. All Donald could see around him was people, rude people who didn't care about bumping into him or rolling over his foot with their heavy luggage. Of course when Donald was there the computer that keeps track of all incoming and outgoing flights is broken and the surly airport staff is too busy with other passengers to tell Donald which gate the flight from Bahia, Brazil is coming in to. Who gets stuck with all the bad luck? After a few minutes (hours) of searching, Donald manages to find the right gate (no thanks to anyone else) and, finally on the right track, he hurried to his first destination of the day.

            All the passengers of the flight from Bahia had already disembarked when Donald arrived. Donald looked through the few remaining people but didn't see the face he'd been longing to see (although he would never admit it openly). Then he heard a familiar sound of the Brazilian flute. Donald followed the sound and found what looked like a group of young ladies. Donald sighed. He should have known. He really should have known. He yelled out a few apologies as he pushed his way to the front of the group. Of course what he found there wasn't a surprise. He found José Carioca entertaining with his ability to play the umbrella handle like a flute.

            "Joe!" Donald called out.

            The flute music ended suddenly as José looked up. "Donal'!" he cried back, smiling brightly. Without warning he grabbed Donald by the arm and pulled his American lover into a passionate smooch.

            The kiss caught Donald off guard so it took him a moment before he could pull away. "Stop that," he sputtered.

            "Eu sou tão triste Donal'," José said, his voice dripping with charm as he tipped his hat back and smiled. "When I saw you I could not help myself."

            "Yeah well I expect that kind of thing from Panchito not from you," Donald sighed. The sound of giggling reminded Donald that they were not alone. He turned to look at the crowd and, not having been ready to perform, found himself blushing uncharacteristically. "Hi," he laughed rather nervously.

            José smiled and wrapped a comforting arm around Donald's shoulder. "Senhoras, this is my bon amigo and fellow Caballero, Donal' Duck, star of stage and screen. He is muito bonito no?"

            Oh yes, José knew how to boost Donald's confidence (or boost his giant ego as it were). Donald felt a smile spread across his lips as he silently thanked José for the praise. He would have loved for it to continue but glancing at his watch Donald realized that they had another plane to meet and one more Caballero to round up before this day was done. "I hate to break this up," he told José in a hushed tone, "but we gotta go pick up Panchito."

            "Sim, sim," José said nodding. He smiled brightly as he once again addressed the audience. "Por favor nos perdoar Senhoras, but we have to be going. We have to meet a friend from Mexico city and we don't want to be late. We have enjoyed your company and, as you American's say, hope to see you again real soon." José finished with a bow as everyone (except for Donald) clapped.

            As he and José walked away, Donald gave his friend a tired look. "How come wherever we go you manage to attract a crowd?"

            "It's a gift," José answered.

            "It's bothersome is what it is," Donald said rolling his eyes.

            "It almost sounds as if you are jealous," José said, smile just a bit as he twirled his umbrella playfully.

            Donald stopped a moment to glare intently at José. "I am not jealous," he snapped. "Why would I be jealous?"

            José continued to smile as he leaned against his umbrella, still as calm/cool as ever. "No reason," he said, "but if you were to become jealous, please remember that there is one thing that will always be true."

            "Oh and what's that?"

            José's smile grew a little wider as he leaned into Donald's ear and whispered: "No matter how beautiful the mulher, you will always be meu amor."

            For a second time that day Donald couldn't help the blush as José kissed him tenderly. He was pretty sure that José would always be able to make him do things he wouldn't normally do, like melt into buttery goo just by saying the right words in Portuguese (even if Donald couldn't quite understand what the heck was being said, even after all these years). "Your still smoking those cigars aren't you?" Donald asked when the kiss was done. "I can smell them on your clothes. I thought you said you would give them up?"

            "Sim," José sighed sadly. "It is a vice I find hard to break, kind of like loving you."

            Donald rolled his eyes in halfhearted annoyance. "You think you are so smooth don't you?"

            "Sim and you know what?"

            "What?"

            José smirked as he leaned in again. "You are very engraçadinho when you are blushing."

            This made Donald blush even more. He smiled as he pushed José away playfully. "Save some of that for later lover boy," he chuckled, motioning in the forward direction. "We've still got one more loony bird to make this a complete set."

            As they approached Panchito's gate, Donald wondered what they would be walking into. He half expected to find a whole mariachi band or something elaborate. What he didn't expect was the silence. Donald looked around but there was no Panchito in sight (and it was not as if someone could miss someone like Panchito).

            "Are we early?" Jose asked.

            "No," Donald said, still searching the room. "The way the flights were set up, Panchito's plane should have come in only a few minutes after yours. He should be here." But no matter how hard Donald looked he could not see Panchito anywhere. Then, like a scene out of Jurassic Park, Donald could feel a slight tremor run through the floor. The slight tremor began to build into a force that almost knocked both Donald and José off their feet. Donald could hear the sound of Panchito's high pitched cry just before the bulls came running through. José managed to pull him to safety just in time and they watched as the stampede made its way through the airport.

            "How the heck does he get a heard of bull into an airport?" Donald asked as the last of the heard trampled through.

             "He is Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzalez," José answered with a shrug, "there is no explaining why or how he does anything."

            And as the dust settled there stood Panchito, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Mis amigos!" he cheered as he wrapped an arm around both of them, pulling them into a bear hug. "The Three Caballeros are together once more!"

            "Can't breathe!" Donald wheezed.

            "Sim, Panchito!" José gasped.

            Panchito did let go, but then he proceeded to give them both a kiss, first José and then Donald.

            "Told you," Donald said to José, after shooting Panchito an annoyed look.

            "I have missed you both so much," Panchito said, still grinning. "Five months is far too long for us to be apart."

            "You wouldn't have to miss me so much if you two would just agree to move to Bahia already," José said.

            "No, you two should move to Ciudad de Méjico," Panchito argued.

            Donald sighed. It was like they never were apart sometimes, they just picked up with the same old argument. "Let's agree to disagree and move on," Donald said. "We have this argument every time all of us get together and it never gets solved. So how about we try to focus on the fact that we are all together huh?"

            "Donal' is right," José agreed. "We spend too much time arguing."

            "As usual," Donald added.

            "Sí," Panchito chuckled, grin spreading over his face once again. "We are together now that is all that matters." He took a hold of Donald's hand and José, lacing their fingers together. "Well amigos, shall we be off?"

            As they walked through the airport holding hands Donald suddenly felt the world lighten and all the people disappeared from view. There was only Panchito and Jose, smiling and laughing as life began again. In that instant Donald smiled, and wondered if he didn't hate airports so much after all.