Hey guys! I've wanted to do this for a while. If you know me personally, you know that I am ALWAYS thinking about music. This is going to be a series of song fics and fics about music and how it affects the characters featuring Duo and Heero (possibly others). These won't be connected (most likely) but they will focus on Duo and Heero; so if that doesn't make you happy, then go ride a moose. Now the legal junk. I OWN NOTHING, NOT GUNDAM WING, NOT THE MUSIC, NOTHING! I'M NOT MAKING MONEY FROM THIS. GET OFF MY ASS, LAWYERS.

Song 1- Where Is Love (Oliver!)

Heero sighed as he closed the door of his apartment behind him. He carefully set his satchel on the small table near the coat rack and dropped his coat on top of it. The apartment was dark save for a shimmer of light coming from the living room. Heero's ears picked up the sounds of the television and rolled his eyes. He stepped farther into the room and saw the familiar shape of his flat mate sitting on the couch.

Duo had moved in with him this past year, following his return to Earth from L2. The former terrorist had appeared on Heero's couch one night and hadn't left since. Heero glanced at the screen that flickered in front of his braided companion. The television Duo had insisted they needed. The program looked like it was one of Duo's horror movies, with its sepia toned colors and coffins on the set. But it had a boy singing instead of some woman screaming.

Duo had a penchant for musicals, especially pre-colony musicals. Quatre had been the first to discover it. He'd found Duo singing something from a show about people on a boat in the Pacific while the brunette did dishes. Duo had blushed and said he didn't tell them because he didn't want his friends to think he was a "sissy".

Most of the time Duo sang along to the music loudly and with a ridiculous grin stretched across his face. If a more somber song came about, he just smiled sadly and nodded in empathy for the actors. The Perfect Soldier's eyes shifted back to his friend. Duo's knees were drawn up to his chin, his violet eyes unblinking, and his lips whispering along with the boy on the screen. Heero stood quietly until the scene ended and the commercials started before taking a seat next to him.

Duo greeted him and they talked for a moment, comparing their work days, before Duo's attention was once again stolen by the people on the screen. As they watched, Heero began to realize what the program was. His thoughts turned to what Duo had told him of his life on L2 before he'd been brought to the church. A frown began to form on Heero's brow as he glanced back and forth between Duo and the movie.

"Someone found him in the end."

Duo stared at him as if he'd grown another head. Heero was usually not one to talk during a program, waiting instead until it was over to say his piece. But the Asian man simply continued.

"He found love, after it was all said and done. So, it's a happy ending, right?"

"Uh, I guess… more bittersweet but… yeah… I guess it has a happy ending."

"So, do you think you have a happy ending?"

"Heero, I have the best ending a kid like me could ever ask for."

Heero nodded and settled back against the couch, his shoulder against Duo's. A hand slipped into his and the weight of Duo's head came down next to his neck. He sighed, the braided man was right. This was a happy ending.