Title: The Shock, The Horror
Pairing(s) none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
AN: something I wrote for gw jeopardy on lj.
Duo took off his flight helmet and breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the cool air caress his sweaty neck. Leaning back, he stretched and moaned happily as muscles and tendons popped deliciously back in place.
His braid lay behind his back, long and messy. During the intense mission he had moved quite a lot and his braid had unraveled, strands slipping out of their place.
Brushing his bangs back they stuck up oddly, sweat stiffening them. Catching himself in a reflection Duo was reminded of Heero.
Walking past Howard and his evil minions as Howard rather delightfully put. He nodded and briefed him on what had been damaged on his beloved Gundam.
Tired and sore he walked to his tiny quarters lay face down and fell asleep.
Staring at Howard in utter and total shock Duo opened his mouth to say something but found for one of the first times in his life that he couldn't speak, just stared.
Holding up his hand he looked at Deathscythe. It appeared fixed. But…
"So what you are telling me, is that one screw, one screw! Is stopping Deathscythe from operating?"
There were nods.
Duo sighed and walked out dismally.