Everybody Scream Your Heart Out

Gundam Wing Fanfic

short story, pro'lly 'bout six or so chapters. Duo's POV. Duo gets a girl, Quatre has a temper tantrum, and Trowa raises his eyebrow( bet ya didn't see that one comeing). It might not all seem to fit the same topic... but it does when you add that Duo's new girl is Quatre's sister, er... one of them at least.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them. But you already knew that, didn't you?

Oh, and if you couldn't guess... this is DuoxOC, so don't say you weren't warned. And a few OOC moments for everybody's favorite blonde Gundam pilot- but hey, everyone's out of character when it comes to family. And who am I kidding? I like to tease that cute little blonde.

And yeah, I know the title kind of dosen't fit, but Oh, well. It's part of 'Rooftops' by the LostProphets.

Oh, yeah. And I know I'm always pretty much anti Dorothy/Quatre and certainly anti Trowa/Cahterine. But it fit this story... and this story is about Duo, so oh well. And yeah... it's all Het. No Yaoi.

R&R, cause feedback keeps me going.

'The moment when we're meeting,

Will play out like a scene,

Straight off the silver screen,'

Gotta Be Somebody, Nickleback

Chapter one:

When we first met...

"Come on," Quatre said, tossing the over-stuffed throw pillow across the room at Duo. "You and Hilde have been broken up for what? A year now? You really need to get back out there. The old Duo would have already jumped at the chance."

"Easy for you to say," came the reply, "You're all snuggled up with that war-crazy she-devil in a mini-skirt."

Quatre frowned and Duo smirked. Anyone talking bad about Dorothy Catalonia usually got the silent treatment from the normally friendly Quatre. Usually.

"Fine," Quatre said. "Just do it your way, then. Be hardheaded. Be lonely. Be..." A very loud screech echoed through the mansion. It had come from outside. Quatre sighed and rolled his eyes. "Dear, oh, dear. Looks like Cara's home."

"Cara?"

"My sister. Or one of the at least. The youngest, besides me."

"Which still makes her older than you," Duo pointed out. "Ain't she the one who just had her birthday? The one that had you all snappy and bitchy?"

He'd removed himself from the couch to go to the window, looking out, he did a double take with his mouth hanging open.

"Yes," Quatre said quietly. He didn't like thinking about it, Duo thought even as he noticed what was by the front door.

"Wow... please tell me that the extremely awesome motorcycle in front of the front door is not your sister's."

"That would be Cara. She'll be staying for a while. But it shouldn't be a problem. The place is big enough. Come along. At least you can be friendly and come say helo to her."

"Is your sister single?"

"Yes... but don't get any ideas. Cara's not your type of person. Very little sense of humor, very pacifist. Very shy, very smart, and really aloof. And she dosen't like soldiers."

"Long as she has legs... with that 'cycle, I'm over my head already."

Duo saw Quatre start to open his mouth, then think better of it and just roll his eyes.

Duo nearly did another double take when he saw Quatre's sister. She had his classic pale blonde hair and fair skin, and her eyes were a light shade of aquamarine, a few tints lighter than Quatre's. She was alot taller than her brother, and most of that was leg. A good stretch of leg encased in tight fighting faded out blue jeans. Her peach colored top was a loose, gauzy, billowy thing that hung off her shoulders. She held a black helment in one hand, and ran manicured fingers through her bangs. The rest of her waist-lenght mass of hair was pulled in a severe french braid to withstand the wind and the hement.

"Cara..." Quatre smiled when they were close to her.

"Quatre," she said softly. There was genuine love in her voice, if not the same enthusiasim that infused Quatre's voice. It made Duo curious.

"Cara, this is Duo Maxwell. He's..."

"Another Gundam pilot," she said without enthusiasm, and just a tint of disdaine. Her eyes drifted over him, though. And not quite as hollow as it should have been. Duo immidiately liked her voice. Clear, beautiful, even when it wasn't saying exactly nice things. "Another soldier from days of running around saving the world. Not interested."

"Cara, we did very important..."

"Things. You ran around in your suits fighting and killing..."

"It was nessesary."

"Yes. It was. I've never said it wasn't. But remember that Heero guy? You're all like him. You forget that there were people here fighting a different kind of fight, trying to fix what you broke. You think that what you did was the only thing that was important... nessesary."

She stared at her brother for a moment, but her gaze had lingered on Duo's face. It was the eyes, he thought. Always his blessed, beautiful, violet eyes.

And then she turned and stalked off.

"Hold's a grudge?" He asked Quatre, staring after his sister. Quatre was upset again... just as he'd been a few months ago on Cara's birthday. Duo didn't think that having family was all that much fun all the time.

"No, no. It's just. Cara was a doctor at a hospital during the war. Sometimes she worked thirty-hour shifts taking care of people... people that more than likely I'd put there." Quatre's voice was unusually soft, and a bit hurt. Obviously he loved his eccentric sister, but it did pain him that she still had a sour note against him.

Duo shrugged. He understood more than he let on. And he did understand her little attitude. He knew about the lives he'd took, and the lives he'd shattered. And he knew that as bad as his life was, the life of someone who healed the wounds he'd inflicted would be worse. It was easy enough to take a life, when you found a good enough reason. But it took skill to give one back.

So Quatre was right about his sister. Aloof, he'd seen that just now in the way she'd nearly turned up her nose at them. Smart. Had to have been to be a doctor. Pacifist, she'd pointed out how she'd detested her brother's career choice. And as for the shy, and no sense of humor part, Duo guessed he'd have to find out himself.

And damn, he added as an after thought, watching her still striding down the long hallway, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

She had one hell of a rear-end.