DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or the song Alone in the Universe, by David Usher. I am making no money off of this.

A/N: This IS a yaoi story (boy-boy love). 1x2, to be precise. If you have a problem with that fact, please do not trouble yourself with telling me so. I don't care. You've had fair warning. I'm not planning any lemons for this, at least nothing explicit. Oh, and there might be some Relena-bashing. Actually, scratch that; there will almost certainly be Relena-bashing. Don't flame me about that, either. If you're still with me, enjoy! And please review. I'll love you forever and ever if you do.

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Alone In the Universe

So hungry…food…

Duo rolled out of bed, somehow landing on his feet on the floor. He made his way slowly towards the door of his room, still surrounded by a haze of sleepiness. His hair stood up in a halo around his head where it had escaped from his braid while he slept.

As he made his way down the stairs, he kept himself awake by picturing the gigantic sandwich he was going to make himself. Turkey, ham, lettuce, tomato, pickles… He stopped suddenly on the last step, his foot frozen above the floor. What was that noise?

It was coming from the direction of the kitchen. He instantly snapped to attention, reaching for his gun. The tiniest click could be heard as he switched off the safety. He controlled his breathing and stalked silently towards the kitchen door, which was only slightly ajar. He stopped to listen.

Jamie's on the bathroom floor, she don't know why

She's shaking underneath the sink, can't feel a thing

She'd love to live a life, she's too afraid of failure

With all the voices in her head

Now what was that I thought I heard you scream?

Duo frowned and stared at the door. What the hell? Is that singing? He'd thought he was the only one home.

Slowly he crept forward until he could see through the crack in the door. He saw a glimpse of green standing next to the stove and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Heero? Why is Heero singing? Why is Heero home? he thought.

I know you can feel it

You're already there

Asleep underwater,

Just screaming for air

I know you can feel it

You're already...

Don't you know we're freaks and creatures?

Wake up I can almost see the light

I think we're alone here, you and I

I think we're alone, left wondering why

I think we're alone here, you and I

I think we're alone in the universe tonight…

Duo remained crouched behind the door for a minute. This was weird. He didn't know Heero could, or did, sing. Well, he reasoned, he probably only does it when he's totally alone. He remembered that Trowa, Wufei and Quatre had taken the van to go get groceries. Duo had stayed home to sleep off a headache. He'd thought Heero had gone with the others. Obviously Heero thought that Duo was gone, too.

The smell of eggs frying wafted out towards him, and he felt his stomach growl. He suppressed a sigh. He knew he couldn't get his sandwich now. If he went in the kitchen, Heero would most likely kill him. Duo didn't feel like being killed just then; his head still ached. He thought of leaving to go out and work in the garage until the other pilots came home, but he found himself riveted to the spot, listening to Heero's singing.

He's really good, Duo thought. He could feel himself being carried away on the soul and feeling resonating from the pilot's voice. Suddenly he came back to reality: he was crouched on the floor behind the kitchen door with a gun cradled against his chest, and any second Heero could whip the door open and break every bone in his body. A snapping noise (probably eggs cracking) from inside the offending room echoed his thoughts. Duo was out the front door of the safehouse like a shot, making a beeline for the garage as he tucked his gun away.

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Finally the other three pilots came home, laden with groceries. Duo washed up quickly at a small sink in the garage and came out to meet them.

"Let me take that," he said quickly as he stole several bags from Trowa.

"Okay…" Trowa said slowly, staring at Duo suspiciously.

They walked in the house to find Heero working at his laptop in the living room.

"Hi, Heero! How are you?" Quatre chirped with a big smile on his face.

Heero looked up at Quatre for a second before focusing on his screen again. "Hn."

Duo sighed. "So talkative."

Quatre fixed his attention on the long-haired American boy. "Duo. How are you feeling? Is your headache gone?"

Duo swallowed and shot a quick glance at Heero, who appeared not to be listening. "S'fine," he mumbled. "It, ah, I think getting out of the house for a while helped. I feel better now."

Quatre smiled again and turned away to start putting away the groceries. Granted his escape, Duo exhaled silently in relief. That was close. He hated lying. Well, it wasn't really a lie, now was it? This was good enough for him, and he began to whistle as he helped put away the food.

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Little did he know Wufei had been watching. He had caught Duo's glance towards Heero, and seen his expression as he tried to make up a lie. Wufei sneered. You're trying to hide something, Maxwell. You are so transparent. But don't worry your tiny little head about it, I'll figure out what's going on here…

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A/N: Well, how's that for a start? Not too bad for my first GW fic. I'm not really sure where this is going yet, although I do have some idea. If I get enough reviews, (like 5), I'll post the next chapter. Or maybe I'll post it anyway. I'm so decisive. o.O