Author's Note: Randomness! It just popped into my head and I had to write it.

Pairings: 2+5/5+2, which ever way you want to look at it.

Warnings: I don't know if there are any. Um, fluff? Slight OOCness?

Dislaimer: Me nah own it. Can you imagine if I did though? (laughs manically)

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"Where the hell are my socks! I'm going to be late!"

Wufei only sighed as Duo Maxwell's voice rang throughout the house they happened to share with the other pilots. It would seem that Duo was having a panic attack which the Asian man was sure was caused due to the current mission Une had assigned him to. An injury from his last mission had put him on leave for three months and this was the first since then.

"QUATRE!"

He winced at the volume of Duo's voice, amazed at just how well the braided boy's voice could travel. The paper that he had been trying to read was neatly folded and rested on top of the kitchen table, Wufei standing to make his way to the coffee pot. Just as he was pouring out a cup, Duo came rushing into the kitchen, his dress shirt buttoned crooked and dress shoes in his hands. Those were deposited on the floor as Duo came to pour his own cup of coffee, downing it as fast as he could.

"Wufei, where's Quatre?" The boy demanded, leaving the kitchen before he could even respond.

With a roll of his eyes Wufei left his coffee behind, following after the braided man.

"Quatre left already." He revealed, Duo turning to him with wide eyes.

"WHAT!"

"Maxwell, you don't have to scream!" Wufei objected with a frown. "Besides, you know that he had a mission of his own."

"But he was suppossed to help me dress for this thing." Duo whined, his shoulders slumping. "I don't how to dress in a suit."

Duo was dressed as such for his mission, which had him in the role of a businessman to get him into a very large corparate building. A few weeks ago, it was rumored that the company was hosting finacial aid and blueprints to an underground group trying to build mobile suits. With it confirmed that it was more than rumor, Une had ordered they be shut down. Duo had volunteered and Une let him, knowing that having just returned from months of disability he was itching to get some action.

He would go today to a meeting between the company and their client, Duo playing a new intern to gain him access to the building. He'd infiltrate, download and erase some files, then blow up the building. However, playing the part of a businessman required that he dress as one. He was having difficulty in that department and Quatre, who had volunteered to help him, had left on a last minute mission. Wufei sighed as he reached for Duo, who was now struggling to put a tie around his neck, brushing the boy's hands aside.

"It's a shame you can't even get dressed properly." Wufei gruffed, his fingers straightening out the buttons of Duo's shirt.

"Hey, cut me some slack, I don't do suits." He defended himself, standing still as Wufei properply fixed his tie.

Wufei only snorted. Duo was then looking down to his wristwatch, swearing as he caught sight of the time.

"Damn it, I'm late!" He cried, rushing off to search the living room frantically. "Where's the briefcase?"

He wasn't sure why he was even helping the boy out, but Wufei only scoffed as he watched Duo pace back and forth.

"It's right by the computer where you left it." He provided.

"And my jacket?"

"In the closet." He answered, taking the briefcase as Duo rushed past.

He placed it on top of the couch, opening it and doing a last minute check. The disk for Duo to download the files was tucked away neatly and the rest of the briefcase, which happened to be the bomb, was in place. All that was left was for Duo to actually set it when the time came.

"Wufei, I can't find the jacket!" Duo whined, and Wufei sighed.

"The coat closet in the upstairs hall." He called out, closing the briefcase.

Duo was up the stairs and back again in no time, shrugging on his jacket and heading for the door. He stopped as he realized he had yet to put on his shoes, and he growled in annoyance, looking about for them.

"Wufei-"

"You left them in the kitchen." Wufei interrupted and Duo was off again.

The Chinese man headed for the front door, briefcase in hand and patiently waited. In no time Duo was coming, hopping down the hall, placing his shoes on as he did so. When Duo was in front of him, Wufei handed him the briefcase, his hands reaching out to straighten out Duo's collar.

"Do I have everything? The bomb and the disk?" Duo questioned, and Wufei nodded.

"In your briefcase. Do you have your briefings for the mission?"

"Yeah, it's in my pocket. Do you like this tie? I hate this tie." Duo complained.

He began to remove it, but Wufei slapped his hand away, straightening it one last time.

"The tie is fine." He assured him.

Duo nodded, his eyes looking to his wristwatch again.

"Shit, now I'm later than I was before." He swore, opening the front door. "Damn it, I'm screwing up already."

"Maxwell, shut up." Wufei scolded, buttoning Duo's jacket. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Yeah, I guess your right." Duo agreed, taking a deep breath. "I'll see you after work."

"Good luck." Wufei wished him.

Without much thought Duo leaned in, pecking Wufei on the lips before he was climbing down the front stairs. It hadn't hit both of them until Wufei had actually closed the door and Duo had reached the landing. They turned back, Duo climbing the stairs as Wufei reopened the door.

"Wufei-"

"As far as I'm concerned it never happened, Maxwell." Wufei cut him off.

"Right. I'll see you later." Duo affirmed with a nod.

With that Duo was gone, his face holding a satisfied smirk as soon as his back was turned. Wufei on the other hand waited for the door to close before a smile of his own was gracing his lips. He'd have to help Duo get ready more often.

Owari

Tada. Short and pointless, but it wouldn't leave me alone. Review, don't review, I've gone beyond the point of caring anymore. It would be nice though if you did. Ciao!