Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Notes: In my defence, this was written in the dark at around 12:00 midnight. Sorry.

Awakenings

Duo opened his eyes and groaned quietly. Light lanced in from the open window, throwing bright flashes across his brain. He turned onto his side, away from the window, and buried his head under the pillow. Keeping his eyes closed, Duo sorted through his memories, admittedly slightly hazy, of the night before…

Right. They were at Quatres. Well, one of Quatres anyway. The arab seemed to have hundreds hidden around the place.

Abdul was there, and had introduced them to this arabian drink called… something. That bit of information seemed to be missing, something Duo knew he should find worrying, but he couldn't be bothered to care right now. After that, bits kept going blank.

Heero had passed out under the table, he remembered that. Hah! Who would've thought that the 'perfect soldier' couldn't hold his drink!

The arab had followed soon after. Mr. Young-and-innocent prob'ly never got drunk b'fore, thought Duo muzzily. The fresh air from that bloody window was starting to clear his head anyway. That was a plus.

Then there was a big blank, about an hour, he thought. All he could remember after that was Wu-man passing out in the fountain with Trowa then…

Oh. Yes.

Carefully, Duo stuck his head out from under the pillow, looking for all the world like an ostrich that had just survived a blow to the head. His arm felt cautiously  around the bed.

There. An arm, then a chest.

Duo turned over and the last nights acts slammed into focus. Grinning gently, Duo stroked his lovers' soft black hair back off his forehead, and slid the dark glasses, miraculously still intact, from his nose.

He giggled quietly. "hehe…must ask 'dul if he'd bring more of that stuff next time.." This guy sure knew how to have fun!

With a small sigh, Duo curled up against the warm chest of his lover, and went back to sleep.