Well, okley dokely. I'm writing yet another fanfic that I wont be able to finish, which means I'll be writing one more chapter every day... If I get good reviews. If not, this'll be the long forgotten opening chapter to a one-chapter fanfic. However, hopefully it will be a highly successful opening chapter to a really long fanfic. Anyways, I'd tell you what it's going to be about, but I don't know. I never know until I write it. Anyways, here's... Something....

Heero turned to ask Duo if he wanted to go get something to eat, but Duo was not there. "Duo? Where'd you go?" Then Heero spotted Duo standing at the base of a tree, looking up into the branches above him. "What are you doing?" Duo did not answer for several seconds. "There's a squirrel up there..." Heero was puzzled by Duos answer. "So? What does that have to do with anything?" Duo pulled Heero closer to him and pointed up at a particular branch. "It's right there..." Duo whispered. Heero looked up in the tree, but saw nothing. "I don't see any squirrels... And besides, why does it matter if there's a squirrel there or not?" Heero turned to look back at Duo, and being as close together as they were, when he did that his face ended up less than an inch form Duos. "There isn't a squirrel up there. I just said there was so I could do this..." Then Duo leaned forward and kissed Duo. Heero returned the kiss, and then asked "So you want to go get something to eat?" Duo grinned. "Well, only if we go to a nice, fancy restaurant." Heero frowned. "But what if people got the wrong idea about us?" Duo laughed. "Yeah, they might think we were there with some girls or something!"

"Well, I do know of a french restaurant near here... I guess we could go there if you wanted. I've never eaten there myself, but Quatre and Trowa said it's great." Heero suggested. "Well, as long as they have good, quality food, I'm okay with eating there." Heero gave a slight smile. "You mean a good quantity of food, don't you?" Duo stuck his tongue out at Heero, and then they walked back to Heeros car.

(Shit... I just figured out what this is going to be about, and I really don't like it. I also thought of the title just now... I don't like this at all...)

Once the two arrived at the french restaurant Heero had told Duo about, they sat down at a table and waited for a waiter to approach their table. A waiter finally came to their table. "Would you like to order now, or would you like to wait for the ladies to get back?" Duo laughed. "Ladies? What are you talking about?" The waiter looked confused. "You mean you didn't bring dates? People usually come here on dates." Duo laughed again, and the waiter looked even more confused. "We did. He's my date, and I'm his." Duo pointed at Heero. The waiter tried to keep his composure, and asked for their order. Heero and Duo ordered their food, and then the waiter walked away. "That was fun. I wonder if we could manage to clear out all the other people here if we started kissing?" Duo wondered aloud. "Heero? HEERO!" Heero had doubled over and fallen to the floor, clutching at his chest or stomache, in his current position, Duo couldn't tell.

(Oh, shit... I can't write this! I am a writer of humor... Argh... Damn it. I have a very low tolerance for sadness... The tiniest little unhappy type thing, and the tears start flowing... I shall, however, keep writing. I take no responsibility for my spelling though. Hard ta see, ya know...)

A small crowd gathered around Heero, anxiously waiting to see if Heero would be okay. One woman had ran and called an ambulence, and Duo was knelt down beside Heero, trying to figure out what was wrong with no success. Once the ambulence arrived, Heero was placed on a stretcher and loaded into the back. They allowed Duo to accompany Heero in the ambulence to the hospital. The trip was made in complete silence, with the exception of the occasional scream of pain from Heero. Duo hated being unable to do anything for Heero. He didn't even know what was wrong with them. One minute, he had been perfectly fine, and then the next...

At the hospital, Heero had been given painkillers, and tests were run after Duo had told what happened to try to figure out what was wrong. Hours after the tests had been done, a doctor got Duo from the waiting room and took him to Heeros room. "Are you a relative?" He asked Duo. "Not exactly..." The doctor was silent for a few seconds, and then began to speak again. "Well, we've done all sorts of tests, but according to each and every one of them, nothing is wrong with him. You said he seemed perfectly fine, and then he doubled over and fell to the floor holding... His stomache?" "Or chest, I couldn't tell. He fell at an awkward angle." The doctor nodded and scribbled something on his clipboard. "Well, all the tests showed that nothing was wrong. And I examined him myself, but nothing seemed to be wrong. As far as I or anyone else can tell, he's perfectly healthy."

"Something's wrong, that's obvious. But what it is is a complete mystery. He didn't have a heart attack, which is what I'd suspect by what you told me. It doesn't make any sense to me at all. There's nothing wrong with him externally, absolutely no sign of anything wrong internally..." Duo slumped down in the chair he was sitting in, looking very depressed. "So there's nothing you can do for him?" "Like I said, we can't figure out what's wrong. All we can really do is keep him here until we figure out what's wrong. The painkillers seem to work very well. So he shouldn't be in any pain. But, as I said, that's all we can do until we know what is wrong."

The doctor stood up and was about to walk away, but he paused. "You said you aren't a relative. Are you a friend of his, do you know where his family can be reached?" Duo didn't move. "I... Guess you could say I'm aa friend... Though it isn't as accurate a description as could be used. As for contacting his family... I don't think he has any." The doctor frowned, obviously confused by the first statement, and frustrated by the second. "Well, what about you? You have a family we can contact, don't you?" Duo shook his head. "Is there anyone who can or should be notified?" The doctor asked. "Well, I guess you should probably tell Quatre, Trowa and Wufei..." Duo told the doctor how to contact them, and the doctor left.

Over on the hospital bed, Heero began to stir. Duo stood up and went to the bed. "You're awake, huh? What happened earlier, Heero?" Heero forced his eyes to focus on Duo. "I don't know." Duo sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, you're okay right now, right?" Heero nodded his head. "Yeah... For some reason it's hard to focus my eyes on anything though. And it takes a lot of effort to move." Duo frowned. "Well, hopefully that won't last too long. And maybe that was a fluke or something. Maybe it won't happen again." "I hope so. That hurt more than any other pain i've experienced... It hurt more than self-destructing."

(Oh, goody! Maybe it won't end up being as bad as I thought. Heero better live though... If he doesn't, I'm gonna kill me...)

"I'm tired... I'm going to sleep, if you don't mind..." Heero closed his eyes and was soon asleep again. "Hard to imagine that's the same young man who came in here screaming in pain earlier..." The doctor said as he entered the room. "Has he woken up yet?" Duo nodded. "He just went back to sleep. He said it was hard to move and to focus his eyes on things. He also said that whatever happened to him earlier hurt worse than self-destructing." The doctor smiled. "Well, it's a good thing he hasn't self-destructed. I'm sure it would have hurt much more than whatever happened to him. Don't you think so?" Duo managed a weak smile. "Nope. Not if he said it hurt worse than self-destructing. He'd know better than anyone, because he HAS self-destructed."

"Well, I notice he's alive, and in one piece as well." "Yup, nobody other than him could have done it either." Before the doctor could continue his argument, Quatre and Trowa entered the room. "Hello. I'm Doctor Proscthius." The doctor informed the two. "I'm Quatre, and this is Trowa." The blond Arab said, and they both shook the doctors hand. "Is Heero okay?" Trowa asked. "Well, he said so just a while ago." Duo replied. Trowa nodded, and then the two newcomers each sat in a chair by the bed. "So what exactly happened?" Trowa asked. Duo told Quatre and Trowa all that had happened earlier that day, and about the tests.

(Um... Well, Heero doesn't seem to be hurt. Though the fact that Doctor Proscthius is his doctor does NOT comfort me... If you don't know why, read my other fic, Doctor Zinfaield. After you've read that, you'll know what I mean.)

"Would one of you two kindly assist me?" The doctor asked. "With what?" Quatre asked. "This young man says that, er, Heero, is it?" WQuatre nodded his head. "This young man says that Heero has self-destructed. Could you explain to him why that is impossible?" Quatre shook his head. "It's possible. Heero's done it." The doctors jaw dropped. "You think he did that as well? And I suppose you believe he did too?" Doctor Proscthius asked, gesturing towards Trowa. "Yes." The doctor sighed and shook his head in disbelief. "Whatever... I'm not a psychologist, just an ordinary doctor."

Not too soon after the doctor left, Wufei came in and Duo filled him in on what had happened. Then the boys all got comfortable, and after a while they fell asleep. The next morning, Duo woke up first, and he woke the other three. Trowa and Wufei went to get breakfast for all of them, and Duo and Quatre stayed behind with Heero. "Well, he said he was feeling okay last night, didn't he?" Quatre asked. "Yeah, but he looked just fine and wasn't complaining about any pain or anything before he fell to the floor, either." A few minutes later, Heero woke up again. "Hey, Heero, you feeling any better now?" Heero nodded his head. "Now I feel fine..." Heero sat up and leaned against the wall behind the bed. "You sure you should be sitting up?" Duo asked, obviously very concerned. "Hey, I feel fine. And I can focus my eyes and move now, too." "Heero? Did you feel any pain or anything before that happened yesterday?" Heero looked deep in thought for a few moments and then shook his head. "No, I felt perfectly fine until it happened." Duo bit his lower lip out of worry. "Then it could happen again anytime." Heero raised his hand and put it on Duos shoulder. "Hey, it isn't going to happen again. I'm fine."

The doctor entered the room. "Did you all get some sleep? Heero? You shouldn't be sitting up yet, you should be laying down!" "But I feel fine, and there probably isn't anything wrong with me at all. I mean, I probably just got really nervous and had some kind of heart attack or something." The doctor glared at Heero. "I know it wasn't a heart attack or anything like it. I know that, and you probably know it just as well as I do." Heero finally gave up and layed back down. "There, you happy?" The doctor just stayed long enough to make sure nothing was wrong with Heero and to ask if anyone needed anything, and then left. A while later, Trowa and Wufei returned with the food. "Heero? You woke up, huh?" "Yeah. I feel fine, too, but that damn doctor won't let me move."

A few hours later, the doctor was convinced it was just a one-time thing. "Okay, Heero does seem perfectly healthy, and he's able to move without any more than the usual effort, so I guess I can let him leave. But if it should happen to happen again, be sure to get him over here right away. Understand?" Duo nodded his head, and the five gundam pilots exited the hospital. "I'm still worried it might happen again... Last time it happened completely without warning." Duo said. "Aw, come on, Duo, the doctor said I'm perfectly fine." "And you said you felt perfectly fine just before it happened." Duo pointed out. "Duo, it isn't going to happen again. So let's go home, okay?" Duo reluctantly agreed, but asked the other gundam pilots if they'd stay at their house that night, just in case, and they agreed.

Later that night, after the other gundam pilots had all gone to bed, Duo remained awake, worried that whatever had happened the previous day might happen again. I guess I can't keep worrying forever... He was probably right, it probably only happened that once, and won't happen again. Duo finally managed to get himself calm enough that he was able to go to sleep.

Oh... No... Not... Again... There was an excruciatingly sharp pain in Heeros stomache, and he once again doubled over in pain. When his mouth opened involuntarily to scream, there wasn't any sound. It... Hurts! Heero somehow managed to roll over, and he raised his hand to tap Duo on the shoulder, but spasmed in pain, and his arm fell on top of Duo. Duo woke up, and saw that it was happening again, and when he went to go to the telephone to call the hospital, he felt something warm and sticky on the hand he had placed on the bed. He looked down, and saw that Heero had coughed up a puddle of blood. Duo yelled for the other boys, and when they arrived and saw what was happening, Wufei ran to the phone and called an ambulence.

To be continued...

Argh... If anything happens to Heero... I cannot believe I was able to write that. I went to all that trouble to write it, so could you at least review it? By the way, the title might not seem like it has all that much to do with the fic, but I had to have that as the title. Please review this. Tell me you thought it sucked, tell me you loved it and can't wait for the next part, tell me I'm a crappy writer, tell me I'm a great writer, do whatever. Just review it. And I could always use suggestions for the next chapter. And suggestions for other things to write in general. I'm starting to run out of ideas! Not that I had any to begin with... Anyways, you read it, now review it. I really wish I knew what happens next... Bye for now, people. REVIEW! NOW! Ooh... Before I go, I should give some credit to Garth. The name of this fic, and a partial inspiration for it (Don't really know why, but it did help inspire this) came from Garth Brooks' song 'Standing Outside The Fire.' Now, Byebye. (REEEEVIIIEEEEWWWWW!!!)