Title: Junkyard
Pairing: None
Rating: Mature
Summary: Duo has a comfortable, settled life and he doesn't appreciate it being upset.
Chapter: One Shot
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Duo settled comfortably in his rocking chair. He sat on the porch in the evening if it was nice.
Many people wondered why he hadn't settled in the L2 cluster. Why he would want to do that was beyond him. It was still the poorest and worst maintained group around. He'd come from it, saved it, loved the people of it. But he didn't particularly care for it.
Instead he'd accepted Quatre's offer of help and set himself up on L4
His salvage yard employed over two hundred men and women, in space and on the colony. His yard was neat and clean. He never had figured out why most people couldn't understand the difference between a salvage yard and a junk yard. Apples and oranges, people! He was well off, worked hard and was content with his existence.
He called in the dogs, who fawned on him for treats and pats, which he lavished on them. They weren't needed to protect the yard, he had them because he needed the companionship
He lived over the office in the yard, which wasn't the hardship it would seem, as his apartments were large, light and airy. All the guys agreed that they were just short of hedonistic, except Heero.
None of them had seen Heero since just after the Meriamia Incident.
Duo sighed, he'd resigned himself long ago to never seeing him again. It didn't even hurt anymore, much.
Suddenly the dogs stiffened. Someone was coming in the gate.
Duo took up the hand gun that never left his side. He waited as the figure slowly came closer.
He recognized him, of course he did. Even though the shoulders slumped a little with weariness, the small pack dragging at them.
Duo leveled his weapon as Heero stopped at the bottom step.
"Duo." Heero gazed levelly at him.
"Fuck you! You don't come here. You don't! Not after all these years. I waited until I couldn't anymore. I made a good life for myself. I was content. Now you come . Turn everything upside down. What the hell do you want?"
Heero just looked at Duo, the gun pointed squarely at his chest and the tears sparkling, unshed. He dropped to his knees, clasped his hands behind his head and waited. He didn't even put down his pack.
"Damn you! I ought to just shoot you right between the eyes, you fucker."
Heero bowed his head. "Yes. Thank you."