This is an actual story, but please read note at top! Thanks :)
Hello! I will dedicate a super amazing fluffy 2X1 oneshot to whoever helps me find the following story:
It's a heeroXduo (slight) AU (maybe) wherein the boys are all (except quatre I believe) preventers agents, but duo isn't part of the group until he is transferred to earth to be Heero's new partner. When moving into his new place, duo runs out into the hallway without his pants, gets locked out, and asks a neighbour (Heero's apartment, but quatre answers the door) for a bit of wire to pick his lock with. Heero, bless his well intentioned soul, attempts to arrest duo, who then threatens to arrest him for attacking a preventers agent.
Pleeeaase. I have been searching for a week, sifting through over a hundred and fifty pages of listed stories between two sites (the only ones I read from and therefore the likely hiding places) and I am about ready to give up. I used to have it saved to a favourites list on my old computer, but I lost everything when I had to re-format it...
Now, down to business... A two-shot get together piece. 1x2 slight angst
Chapter one: Mishap in town.
The trick to sharing a room with someone who analyzes every move everyone they meet makes – looking for potential threats – is to be a master actor. I wish our safe houses were large enough to give each of us our own rooms, though that would be a terrible safety risk according to mister perfect, but they tend to be a little on the small and decrepit side.
Don't get me wrong, having someone to watch my back is pretty damn nice, just like when I was a kid with Solo on L2; but I need my space. War is hell, and it's even worse when the side you're fighting for decides to turn their backs on you for the enemy. It's tough, and even 'unaffected street punks' like me get down on themselves. And I'm pretty damn certain if mister perfect soldier boy caught wind that I was feeling down, he'd whip up an email to J, G, and the whole bloody team. And then I'd be pulled from missions and have counselling sessions with doctor Quat – and his bloody space heart. Not noise that I need, thank you very much.
Obviously, I can't do anything here to ease the worst of the crappy feeling, so I have to play super-secret-agent-escape pretty much every night to go out and find a way to work off the stress. Don't get me wrong here, either, I don't go out doing any stupid shit – no drugs or alcohol to impair my judgement, and no hook ups to risk exposing our hide outs – I just like to go swimming, and maybe stare up at the stars and the moon (where I almost died more times than I care to count) and think about things.
And okay, so maybe I cried a couple times after particularly bad missions. Not that anyone saw so, if a boy cries and nobody sees it, did it actually happen? No. And I'll never in a million years admit to it under pain of torture, either.
Anyway, so tonight is one of those really bad nights, my mission today had led me into a small town, where I was just supposed to be meeting Howard, and I saw this kid run into the street after a ball, and next thing I know I'm diving into the middle of the road, getting creamed by an oz truck, and the kid shouts out my identity for the whole damn place to hear. Guess he recognized me from when I was captured and plastered all over the tv to get ready for public execution. Oh well.
Like I was saying, next thing I know I'm getting creamed by ozzies, and they cuff me and toss me in their truck the same time the mister perfect and Howard poke their heads out of the coffee shop I was supposed to be going into. Long story short, Heero stalks the truck till it stops at the base, and knocks them all out, frees me, and we then have to destroy the whole place. Guess who's now the highest on the most wanted list. Yours truly.
So Heero drags me back to the safe house and locks us in, making sure no one could have possibly seen us, then he turns on me and starts raving. I get it, he's pissed; I almost blew our cover to save a punk that obviously didn't deserve it. But he didn't have to call me a failure.
I had to wait hours for him to lie down and pretend to sleep – I'm certain he doesn't ever actually sleep – so I can sneak the fuck out of here and get some space. Maybe tonight I'll just drown and save him the trouble of saving my ass every other day like he claims he does. Or maybe I can try disappearing for a while, not that I'll really manage that too well without losing the braid, which is so not an option.
Yeah, so as soon as he shuts his eyes and seems to drift off, I sit up and carefully sneak out of my own horribly uncomfortable bed, and badda bing, badda boom, I'm out the window and my braid is tucked up under my hat. It's summer here right now, which is something I kind of like about Earth, since the colonies are pretty much always the same damn temperature, and L2 was pretty cold most of the time. So heat is a nice change of pace. Of course, you can probably guess then that I don't actually even know how to swim, even though that's what I sneak out to do.
It's sort of like giving karma the chance to get back at me for my horrible misdeeds, you know? I can float and sort of dog paddle, but It's a fifty-fifty shot I'll end up drowning every time I set foot in the water. If I don't drown, then I just sort of tell myself that it's karma telling me I'm not beyond help yet. There's still a hope for me to be a better person in the future. Tonight I need to find a lake or river and swim; see if there is still anything about me that the universe doesn't mind holding onto, since Heero seems to think that there isn't.
Next chapter will be put up tomorrow. This was originally a one-shot, but the ending needs work and I really wanted to just post the darn thing.