Sequel to Sunday Morning. What started out as a simple drabble from Quatre's POV turned out to be a two chapter thing, after Trowa decided he needed to say something too. And now, a little bitty word about the evilness of Duo from a friend of mine... and the plot bunnies are back! And they've decided that evil Duo needs to be punished. And who better to deal out the consequences than everyone's favorite perfect soldier?

It's a 3x4, 1x2 fic. Implied 5xSP. I'm aiming for a couple of chapters here, depending on those damn bunnies.

Anyway, I don't own them, and you don't have to read the other fic to understand this one- although it may help and provide you a good fluff moment. And... this isn't quite as fluffy. More humor than fluff.

And thank you to everyone who reveiwed Sunday Morning... which was only my second fic ever. You guys know who you are... Thanks ALOT!

Dedicated to Megan... who gives the best feedback ever! (and it's 1x2, just for you!)

And, YAY! I've given Heero a sense of humor. He always seems so... mean, dull, and boring in some fics. So... I've decided to give him a sense of humor. And I've decided to make Quatre... well... let's save that for later. Enjoy!

Anyways again, here we go!

The Perfect Birthday Present

Chapter One: Sunday Morning, aka Quatre gets Interupted

Bring! Bring, bring! Bring! Bring, bring, brrriiiiinnnng!

It was starting to get annoying. I watched Duo standing there, fidgeting, rocking back onto the balls of his feet, jamming angrily at the doorbell. We'd been standing in front of the door for at least eight minutes before we finally heard an angry shout from inside.

"Duo! Stop that!"

My lips twitched into a smirk. My hypothosis was correct. Quatre only spoke in that tone of voice when he was interupted during something. And I could only guess at what that was.

There was the noise of a lock being flipped, and a deadbolt being slid back, and then the door was yanked open.

Quatre stood there, clad in his usual blue silk PJ's and fuzzy pink bunny slippers. He was a complete contradiction. Smooth, sophisticated, strong, brave, intelligent... and utterly cute. His hair was messy and mussed, his eyes dark and still glazed with sleep. I could barely see Trowa behind him, barefoot and clad only in boxers.

"Geez, Quat-man," Duo said, "It took you long enough. Don't tell me you guys were still asleep? It's almost eight!"

My lips twitch again. Damn... it's hard to keep from smiling around poor Duo. He's clueless. Yes... I'm pretty sure that our two friends were in bed... but I doubt they were still asleep.

Quatre tried to glare, but it was hopeless for him, and his blush finally broke through. Trowa was muttering something under his breath, and even my highly attuned hearing couldn't pick up everything. But I think that may have been partially due to the fact that he was muttering in French. And I don't think I want to know what he was saying.

"You do remember our plans, right?" Duo was asking. "You, me, Trow-babe back there, Mr. Silent and Perfect over here, and Wuffers were all going to go fishing!"

It has to be said that Duo decided that they would all go fishing on this exact day two months ago, even after everyone had vetoed the decision. But no amount of threatening, cajoling, bribing, or anything would get Duo to change his mind once he'd set it. It was an useful talent during wartime... but it was superbly annoying at any time.

Quatre groaned, running his small, slender fingers through his wild blonde hair.

"We'd hoped you'd forgotten that," Trowa said dryly, speaking for the first time, stepping out beside us onto the porch, not caring that he was almost completely nude save for the boxers riding low on his hips. A woman, jogging by, ran into a mailbox. Quatre rolled his eyes, and Duo snickered. It was a pity for the women... or so Sally Po said... that the tall, athletic ex-pilot was not only gay... but already taken.

Quatre and Trowa... officially a couple for the past twenty-two months... are the only one's of us to actually own a house. And it's in a nice neighborhood. Wufei settled for his little one-bedroom flat with moderately low rent, while I was stuck living with Duo, even if it is in a really nice apartment. Une really has to stop with the paycuts and give me back my raise. I can't be responsible for my actions if I'm left for much longer in the same apartment with him.

Duo smiled brightly and shook his head. "Me, Forget something? Like that'll ever happen!"

(Trowa POV)

"I am not touching those!" Quatre stated. Duo held up a fishing pole in one hand and a container of dirt and worms in the other. Wufei had already effectively baited and cast his line... and had Heero and I. Quatre, my angel, however, had taken up a seat under a nearby tree, book firmly in hand.

"Go right ahead and fish all morning, if you like," Quatre continued, "But I shall not touch one of those... things." He wrinkled his nose distastfully. He's so cute.

"Come on, love," I said with a smile. "I'll bait the hook for you, if you'd like."

His face softened, and he smiled, but deffered. "No, thank you. You four go ahead and fish. I think I'll just sit here and read."

"But we were all supposed to fish!" Duo whined.

It took another thirty minutes... but we eventually got Quatre to join in... though he would not even look at the worms. It was utterly cute. He could save the world, time and again, but he could not touch a worm. Such contradiction. It's why I love him.

But that wasn't the only fun of the morning. Duo, over-excited and over-zelous, tangled his line in the tree... time and time again. After the fifth failed attempt, Heero gave up. He set down his fishing rod and took Duo's from him, effectively and efficiently untangling the line from the branches of te tree... and Duo himself.

"Look, baka," Heero said sharply, replacing the rod into Duo's hands, and stepping behind him, showing him exactly how to hold it. The way Duo stiffened at the touch of Heero's hands on his didn't escape my attention. And it didn't escape Quatre's either, apparantly. A smile smile flickered across his face.

"What is it?" I asked, worried.

"Oh, nothing," he says. But I only half beleive him. If I know Quatre... and I do... he's up to something. And I'm willing to bet that it involves Heero or Duo. More than likely both.

"No plotting," I warn him sternly. The last thing I need is for Heero to kill Quatre... or for Quatre to kill Duo.

My angel just smiles up at me, innocent and sweet. "Never..."

And I just barely catch the tail end of his sentance.

"Not without you, anyway."