Disclaimer/Notes/Misc: I don't own Gundam Wing or the G-boys, if I did, it would be a hentai with lotsa boypiles. Mmm.
Anyway, this fic is dedicated to Shenlong and Snowdragonct for all their help in getting me to post this up, as well as for inspiring me wit their own works. Thanks for all your advice, you guys rock... seriously.
You'll have to forgive my rudimentary knowledge of the Justice system. What I know is information gleaned from my stepdad (a cop) and my mom. You also have to forgive some of the complete fudging I do of Atlanta and the surrounding area, but hey, it's fanfiction. I'm allowed to mess with my state capitol.
Oh, and I'm still working on Magic's Slave, for you guys who are still interested. It's not abandoned, just on hiatus. My muses have fled.
Letsee here, pairings: 1x2, 3x4, Sx6, RxD, 5xCathy, (past)5xMeilan, (past)2x4, (past)2xSolo, (past)1xR I think that takes care of it...77
Duo shifted nervously as he set pen to paper, keeping an eye out for the man who'd brought him in. Mom, he wrote, I'm so sorry I couldn't live up to your expectations. I know you couldn't afford to take care of me, and that's why I started running with Solo's gang again. Things were fine for a while; then he started assuming that just because I kept my hair long… he could treat me like a girl… treat me like he used to after the fire. Tears fell on the page as he clutched the pen tight in his hand. I killed him, ma. He hadn't called her ma since he was eleven. It was the last time he was going to use me; I couldn't deal with it anymore. And now they've got me locked up. Put away for murder… and stealing a car. The guy caught me speeding, and realized the car was stolen. Not to mention the blood all over me. I explained to him that it was self-defense, that it was the only way to keep Solo from hurting me more. The officer's going to let me use his lawyer, some kid named Winner, yeah ma… that Winner. You'd like the guy though. Tall and tan with chocolate brown hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. He said his name was Heero Yuy, and that he felt sorry for me. But anyway, if this lawyer can't get me out of this mess… you know the penalty for murder. I just wanted to let you know what happened, before the police came to you. I thought you'd want to hear it from your son. I love you mom. Never forget that.
Duo gently folded the paper and set it aside with the pen, fiddling with the tufted end of his braid. He looked up as Heero entered the office again, leading a small blond man who looked rather pleased with himself.
"You must be Mr. Maxwell." The blond nodded and held out a hand.
"Yeah, who else would I be?" Duo snorted, but shook the guy's hand anyway when Heero leveled a glare at him.
The blue eyed man chuckled and turned to Heero. "By Allah, Heero. Relax; I'm not going to give up this case if he's a little rude. It's rather refreshing, actually." The Arabian turned back to Duo, "Now, Mr. Maxwell, I'll need to sit and speak to you about everything that's happened. What you were doing, where you were, who you were with… I really need details from you. If this is what I think it is, you won't even have to go to trial over it. Though, if we do, I haven't failed a case and I'm not about to start."
Duo looked up at him warily. "Mr. Winner, I-"
"Call me Quatre." The man smiled enigmatically. "If you're going to be filling me in on all the details I want you to at least call me by name."
Duo nodded, his gut churning. "Fine. And call me Duo." He peeked over Quatre's shoulder and frowned. "And I don't want Officer Yuy in here while I'm giving you my statement."
Quatre sighed. "I can understand that you want to keep the details private, Duo. But if it gets you out of prison I can't be the only one that hears it. Heero has already told me what he knows, and that's why he called me in. But I promise you, neither of us will say anything unless you give us permission."
Duo's scowl deepened, but he sighed and gave in. "Where do you want me to start?" he swallowed nervously.
"Wherever you feel comfortable starting, Duo. The beginning isn't a bad place." The lawyer grinned.
Duo nodded and took a deep breath; I get the only lawyer in town with a sense of humor… Great. "My mom worked part time in a dry cleaner's store, and she never had enough money to make ends meet…"