Bedsprings and Broomsticks
The main problem with staying in old and/or disused safe-houses, Heero decided, was not the mouldy mattresses, the rickety furniture, or the lack of anything resembling a modern appliance (including, to Heero's deep disgust, an internet connection). These were all irritations, certainly, and had all driven each of the pilots to cursing at one time or another (Heero had even heard Quatre mutter something which didn't sound too polite in Arabic, when the second item of furniture that day collapsed in a cloud of dust).
The main problem was, as far as he could see, noisy other pilots having loud sex at all hours of the night.
It was rather unusual, and not what he would have expected of either of them: normally Trowa and Wufei were both fairly quiet and discreet, but this night they seemed to have forgone such subtleties.
He supposed he should really be trying to get to sleep, but every time he was about to doze off, a particularly loud noise would wake him up again, all systems on full alert.
Sometimes, conditioning was a pain, especially now the war was over. Quatre had politely invited them to one of the Winner houses, then been forced to dash off for a few days on urgent business. Duo would only be able to get to the house the next day, so it was just Heero, Trowa and Wufei.
As a particularly loud 'thunk' noise (presumably from the headboard knocking against the wall), accompanied by a moan echoed from upstairs, Heero's already-wearing-thin patience finally snapped.
He rose from the cushion he had been perched upon (being unable to sleep he had decided to try and get some work done, and thought the floor a safer bet than the chairs), and strode decisively up the stairs, grabbing a broom as he did so.
He reached the first floor, and stood under where he knew the pair's room to be on the second floor. He hefted the broom aloft, and thumped the handle solidly against the ceiling.
"Quiet!" he called, hitting the ceiling a few more times for good measure, though this time more carefully- he had no desire for the plaster to come down about his ears.
There was an abashed silence.
Satisfied, Heero went to bed- but kept the broom with him.
FINIS