AN YAY! More 1x2, pre-slashiness, and a nice little christmas fic based on a really cute chibi fic drawn by Darkmus which gave me much needed inspiration. It's only a one-shot at the mo but it could be drawn out and probably will be… if enough ppl say it would be a good idea. Also 3x4 in it. And if you haven't guessed this contains hints of SHOUNEN AI! That is a GAY relationship, please do not flame me just because you find this offensive or don't approve. But other than that- READ AND REVIEW…

Just a little other warning, it's a bit clichéd, so don't blame me for that please!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the bishies or the program, I wish I did, I really wish I did…

Snow Heero

Boredom was tangible, Duo decided staring out the window at the dreary winter's day. Nothing had been happening for a while now. No contact with the outside world, it was as if they were the only people alive on the planet and to the gregarious teenager that was pure, unmitigated hell. He was stuck in a house with no heated water and 3 of the lousiest conversationalists he had ever met… and Quatre. But Quatre was so busy staring starry-eyed at Trowa that he lacked the vital ingredients to create a decent conversation… i.e. More than one topic of thought. There was only so much you could hear about how gorgeous the tall brunette was before your brains started dribbling out of your ears and you screamed yourself to death.

Not that he had anything against Quatre, or him being in love with Trowa. Hell, he was all for gay relationships. It was just that he wished Quatre would stop dreaming about the Heavyarms pilot and go and do something about it. He laughed at the irony of him saying that, especially after he had been drooling after Wing's pilot far more than any other normal, hormonal, bi, teenage boy would. Not that there was anything wrong with fantasising about that ass of course, it was… he broke off, not good not good!

He realised that he was still staring out at the secluded garden the house had. Heero had grunted at first, telling them that a garden was completely unnecessary to their survival, but Duo had been really happy to see it. He was tired of their safe houses just being houses or hovels without any kind of wildlife, now here they were in the middle of nowhere, a week before Christmas. He sighed. It was so boring.

Maybe he should swap the other guys underwear drawers again, that had been fun when he'd done it last week, and the week before that, and the day before that and the day before that. Dammit, even his practical jokes were getting old.

Then he saw something that made his violet eyes light up.

Snow.

The first snow this year! He grinned manically and opened his mouth, getting a flashback to a similar time in the Maxwell orphanage. They'd all been so angry with him, for waking them up in the middle of the night. The memory made him smile. So, opening his mouth wide he did exactly the same thing as he'd done then.

"IT'S SNOWING!" He yelled at the top of his voice. Putting as much noise into it as possible and making the walls vibrate. He repeated his call for a few seconds whilst scrambling own from the window and running to the coat rack. Even Shinigami knew better than to go out into the cold wearing only what he was now. He even managed to find a scarf and gloves from the dark recesses of his bag that had never been worn. Then, letting out one last cry he charged outside.

But as soon as he was out the door he began to walk more slowly, looking up at the falling snow in awe. It was silent apart from his breathing and footsteps on the snow dusted ground. A snowflake landed on his nose, tickling it slightly and he laughed in delight at the sensation. He looked at his braid, which was steadily becoming frosted with the white substance, it made him prematurely grey and he laughed again.

A yell from an upstairs window drew his attention back to the house and away from his wonder at the beautiful sight he beheld.

"Maxwell!" He let the cheeky grin light up his face again as Wufei glared at him whilst trying to shield his face from the flurry of snow blowing at it. He just laughed, knowing that the other pilot would make him play later for disturbing his meditation for such a frivolous announcement. He loved Wufei as a friend and comrade but sometimes the guy was jut too damn serious. As he laughed up at the window he was caught by surprise. A snowball hit him squarely on the cheek and it was Wufei's turn to smirk as he turned in surprise to his unknown attacker.

"Q!" he yelled, scooping up a couple of handfuls of the snow that now lay about 2 centimetres thick, and lobbing it at the blond who was giggling manically. Both were direct hits and Quatre squealed slightly as each one hit him.

"You thought you could mess with Shinigami?" asked Duo His violet eyes narrowing slightly, but his joker's grin still firmly fixed in amusement, "You will pay for that, fool! This means war!" And so the snowball fight continued, the two of them chasing round the garden like children, laughing constantly at the others sworn death threats and failed attempts. Three other pairs of eyes watched from inside, one pair amused, one interested and one hypnotised by the innocence of the game and the complete enjoyment the two pilots were getting from it.

Eventually they wore out of energy and collapsed on the ground in the snow, which was still falling lightly making them look like snow creatures themselves.

"Hey, Q…" Duo said with a smile over his shoulder at the still giggling blond, "good fight." Quatre just nodded his agreement, unable to get out a word because he was both out of breath and recovering from one of the biggest giggling fits of his life.

They just lay there for a few minutes, admiring the snow as it fell and recovering from the full-blown battle that they had just ended. Neither of them felt the need to say anything more. Until, Duo, getting restless again made a suggestion.

"Q-ball… d'ya wanna make snow angels?" he asked, mischievously. Quatre smiled.

"Ok…" and they began. Duo once again chattering away ten-to-the-dozen. Unknown to them though three people had now wandered outside and were observing them in confusion. They could not see why their two friends would be taking part in a fit of some kind. It was not normal behaviour. In fact, had the not known better they would have been sure that the snow had affected them in some way.

After watching for a few seconds and sharing looks of bewilderment they decided it was time to make themselves known.

"Hn…" was Heero's typical response to their antics, but it had the desired impression. Both of them blinked then sat up turning to look at the impostors.

Duo began to chatter again, telling the three newcomers the wonders of snow and how great it was.

They listened, pretending not to.

"It's time to eat Maxwell, and it was your turn to cook, but Heero said you could swap with him" Wufei informed him as they walked indoors. Duo's eyes widened in surprise, two times in one day this was not good. But Heero going out of his way to let Duo have some fun, that didn't seem normal somehow.

"Wow…" was his only response for a second, then he remembered who he was and his personality kicked in, he swung an arm round Heero's shoulders and grinned at him. "Thanks Heero, buddy," he drawled, meaning every word. Heero just grunted and shrugged him off leaving Duo to stare after him. "You know sometimes I think he doesn't like me." He thought out loud. Wufei laughed, but was cut off by a small pointed stare from Trowa. Duo raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Quatre was shivering badly all the way through dinner, which everyone had to admit was much better than it would have been had Duo been in charge. He had been out in the cold for too long and it was taking its toll on him. He needed to dry off quickly so the others took no time in whisking him upstairs and into a hot bath before wrapping him in a blanket and seating him in front of the fire. Duo noted, with approval and a little bit wistfully that Trowa was hanging around him a lot. The two of them would be really sweet if they would get over the whole 'shy' stage of their relationship.

After making sure that Quatre was all right Dupo hastened back outside, there was still something he hadn't done in the snow and he was determined to do it before he went to bed, and the snow melted. He didn't catch the worried look from Heero as he disappeared into the rapidly darkening night, or the look Wufei and Trowa shared at their co-pilots preoccupation.

A snowman. Duo though as he looked around the garden, with footprints and snow angels indented into the once brilliantly white snow. A snowman needed to be pure, it needed to be perfect. He couldn't use any of this dirty snow for it: that would just not be right. He sighed in exasperation, looking around the garden.

Then he saw the perfect place. It was a corner of the garden and the snow there had not been touch by some miracle. It was still as white as it had been when it fell and it looked as though it had the perfect consistency to hold together. His smile came back. He was going to make the best snow man ever, it was going to be perfe…

His line of thought cut off as that particular thought gave him an idea and he laughed slightly. Yes, it would be perfect. The grin grew and his eyes danced with mischief and a sight that only he could see.

First to make the feet. He carefully pulled a pile of snow toward him, being certain to pack it solidly and not get any dirt on it. Ever so gradually he built it up, working diligently, taking a bit off here, packing it a bit more tightly here.

It was hard work creating the perfect snowman…

Heero waited until the others had gone to sleep before going out to check on Duo. He was worried because since going out after they had checked on Quatre they hadn't heard another word from Duo and that was about as likely as Wufei dressing up in a Santa outfit and dancing on the roof singing 'Santa baby'. Heero shook that image out of his mind. It made him shudder slightly.

He stepped outside, his eyes instantly adjusting to the lack f light and catching sight of Duo, just beyond a little hedge that divided the garden in two. He was busy working at something, and he obviously didn't notice the cold or the snow that had settled on him and in his braid. It made him look strangely ethereal and in the moonlight he seemed to glow with a silver light. Heero didn't want to interrupt him; he just wanted to watch the boy work. Obviously taking great care and paying a lot of attention to his creation. It fascinated Heero. What could have caused Duo to spend so long on it, what could he possibly be so interested in? Duo had always struck him, as someone who had an attention span was less than 5 minutes, but apparently not. In fact it was one of the things that he both hated and loved about the boy.

Now, as he stood, just observing the young pilot who did not notice his presence, he felt a slight twinge of something his analytical mind categorised as jealousy settle in his stomach. It was unnerving to feel this. It was not like he was completely unemotional, or incapable of emotion, but the only time he'd ever felt anything like this was when someone went too close to Wing.

He tried to quash it, telling himself that feeling jealous of a pile of snow was a pointless and stupid activity and feeling jealous at all was a waste of time. He had no need for personal relationships. They were harmful overall and he was better off away from them. But the look of intense concentration and delight on Duo's face as he watched his creation taking shape was just too, dedicated, too loving. He shook his head trying to clear it of this, before he realised that it wasn't in his head.

Failing his attempts to get rid of or understand this, he contented himself just to watch.

Duo looked the snow figure up and down, almost complete, but there was still something not quite perfect about it. He knew it was always going to be a bit wrong, too lumpy and not alive for one thing. But despite that, something just wasn't there. He gazed at it, narrowing his eyes in thought… then he had it. That was it, the answer. He gently remoulded the face again slightly and grinned.

There… that was perfect.

Yawning, he sleepily walked inside and took off his coat, gloves, scarf and boots, But, unable to get up the energy to do any more he collapsed n the sofa and fell asleep instantly.

Hiding in the bushes, for some reason unknown to even himself, Heero looked on as Duo wandered inside, asleep on his feet. Then, curious, he walked aver to the creation, blinking the dark out of his eyes.

A snowman… Duo had built a snowman? Heero shook his head. There was no knowing what that baka would be up to next. He couldn't believe he'd been jealous of a sn…

Then he looked closer. A hand brushed his hair before dropping to his nose, his tank top, rising up to his cheek again. It then mirrored his actions a centimetre from the white surface of the snowman.

He realised he had no reason to be jealous… Duo hadn't been building a snowman; he'd been building a snow Heero. A perfect replica of the Perfect soldier, down to the intense stare of his eyes.

He glanced up at the house and then back at the snow Heero. Maybe this was the time of year when wishes came true after all. And maybe he should take the time to do something about it.

The next morning, when Duo woke up he had no idea of how he had got to his bed, or changed. He also had no idea how the heating in his room had gone on or how his wet clothes were now perfectly dry and folded up at the end of his bed. He took a look outside, the snow had melted overnight. He sighed- some things were too good to last.