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Standing Here

The alarm went off. That shrill buzzing that could make a grown man cry. Quatre opened his eyes. He would have jumped up, right then and there, but an obstical blocked him. Duo's head on his chest. Over the past few years, Quatre had come to love the wild one with a passion ungodly. Duo's brow crinkled, and he turned his head. "Stop." He mumbled. Quatre smiled. "Breathing on my face." Duo finished, then rolled on to his own pillow. Freedom. Quatre sat up, and threw the covers off.

Panic struck when Duo grabbed him. "Good morning." The blond said. Duo didn't care. He pulled the blond down to his level. "No. The sun's not even up yet." Quatre began to pull Duo's arms off. He had a mission he was now becoming late for. "I gotta go." He began. Duo's eyes met the other mans. The sparkle replaced with fear. "No...no..." Duo began to fight with Quatre to keep his arms on him. Fighting to hold on. "Duo, don't do this! Whats with you? I need to get up, I'm gonna be late Duo! I have orders!"

"I don't care!" Duo snapped. Quatre got him lose, and began to get out of bed. Duo sat up and reached out. Quatre pushed him back. Duo grabbed up a hand full of that blond hair, and pulled. Quatre grabbed his lovers hand, and began to try and get his tresses free. "Duo...let go! That hurts!"

"Don't go! Don't leave me!" Duo's tone was panicked. He tried to pull Quatre closer, resulting in only hurting the blond. "DUO! LET GO!" The man shouted grabbing his lovers wrist, and twisting. Duo did as he was ordered. by now he was in panicked sobs. Quatre faced his lover, and caressed his cheek, not wanting to get to close, for fear of Duo latching on to something, and not letting go. "Please..." Duo began. He had never felt this feeling. Like, impending doom, you could call it. He had the strangest feeling. Make Quatre stay. If that man walked out, Duo would never see him...ever...again.

"I've been given my orders, of all people, you should understand this. I don't understand why you're getting so worked up." Duo looked up into his lovers eyes. He needed to see them, he felt like it would be the last time. He needed to feel a certain touch, he needed to hear those words Quatre hardly ever spoke. He needed him more than he ever thought he would need someone. Over the years Duo had come to love the little angel, with a passion...ungodly.

"I have never seen him act that way." Quatre said, He was walking down a platform, with Heero. "I mean, he just would not let me go!" Heero looked at his feet for a moment, then back up, and over at the Gundams. "Is that why you were late? Because it's not a very good excuse." Quatre stopped walking. "That's exactly why I was late! You think I made it up!" Heero stopped as well. "Had to, Duo doesn't act like that."

"Well he did!" Quatre snapped, putting frustrated hands on his hips. "He even cried."

Heero shook his head. "Sally may have bought that, but I'm not. There's no excuse for your tardiness..." He looked over at the Gundams again, knowing damn well how Duo was. He believed Quatre's story. He would never tell the other man what it meant. It was a distracting thing. Duo knew something was wrong. He had experienced, first hand, Duo's power of intuition. Becoming hysterical in the middle of the night, thinking he had woke from a bad dream, only the next day would Heero find himself in a tight spot. Nearly getting killed, nearly leaving Duo alone. He sees it as simple as he can, You leave the house, you're not coming back.

"I'm sure he's fine." Hilde said, poring coffee into a big green mug. Duo looked shaken, and pale. The dark circles under his eyes made Hilde worry though. She sat down, with his eyes following her every move. "you don't know that...I have this...feeling." She reached over as he spoke, and grabbed his clammy hand. "You need to eat something, and you need to get some sleep love. You know I'm right." She pat his hand. He pulled his body part away from her. "No, you don't feel what I feel...I just see his Gundam going down, with him in it...and hes not coming back from...this...hes..." He put his hands over his eyes. sobbing.

"Are you gonna eat that?"

Quatre looked up from his cooling, untouched food. Heero was pointing at his plate, his was clean. He took a deep breath, then spoke, "Sorry, no, go ahead." Heero stood up and took both plates. "I don't want it, I was simply asking." He walked to the tray station and handed the dishes to a woman. She took them, and he paid her, then returned to the table. "Still thinking about Duo?" He asked, putting his wallet back down his pants. "No, I was just thinking." The blond said. Heero nodded. "Why not get a pair of pants with pockets?" Heero smiled at the question. "they're too much of a hassle." He said with a shrug.

The battle was being broadcast on national television. Quatre had been gone for almost a week. With that being said, so had Duo. Hilde watched intently as a battle raged from the screen. Duo stumbled in from the bathroom, he had been sick all morning. She grabbed up the remote, ready to change the channel. "Turn that up." Duo ordered. She did as she was told, pleading with him all the while, to let it go. "SHHH!" He snapped, holding up a hand.

'stand by, stand by. there are two of them at this point...I don't know how long we can keep broadcast alive...they seem to have the upper hand...no...it seems one of them has gone down...it just crashed right into the ocean ..we'll keep you posted on the whereabouts and condition-'

"WHAT COLOR WAS IT!" Duo screamed at the TV. Hitting his knees and grabbing its sides. "WHAT COLOR!" His eyes darted around the screen, then it went black. He turned to Hilde. "I'm sorry, I can't let you keep watching that." Duo stood up, and charged her, he snatched the control from her, and flipped the TV back on. Nothing but commercials. He threw the remote at the wall and it shattered. She jumped and let out a squeak.

"Quatre!" Heero shouted, then got sidetracked by a mobile suet grabbing on to him from behind. He stabbed at it a few times, then made contact, and it dropped from the sky. Heero searched for Sandrock's drop point. hoping to still see some ripples in the water. one final Mobil suet came at him, He ran it through, and dropped it. He released the pressure in the engines that kept him in the air, and down he went. ZERO could hold under the water for a while. He would search the drop point as best he could.

"Talk to him, or something." Hilde said. She was face to face with Trowa. He entered the room, and sat on the sofa next to the other man. Duo looked a mess. that's the best way to put his condition. He glared out the window by the door, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. His face calm, lips not even quivering. "He'll be ok." Trowa began. Duo shot off the sofa, and planted a swift punch on the boys right cheek, then promptly sat back down. Trowa caressed his swelling face. "I should have announced my presence before I sat down..." He explained to Hilde, who looked shocked at the display of violence.

"3.5134° North, 156.7969° West." Heero said.

"That's The coordinates for the location of the Pacific Ocean!" Wufei snapped.

"That's where he landed, yes." Heero said.

"Is he alive?" Asked Wufei.

"Yes, for now. If we don't get him outta there soon...not so much..."

"Really...now you joke?"

"sorry, I have a twisted funny bone..."

Spoot: Chapters? Yes?

Duo: Yes. This was good! Lets see if anyone else thinks so!

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