Or..... "Katydid, Heero didn't."

Well, the thought occurred to me one morning - in my infinite incoherency - that many plots (original, and fan made) revolved around a single/few character(s) that could do something, that no one else could.

From that, this stupid, stupid vignette was born.

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He looked up at the thin slat that passed as a window. It was the best scenery his tiny prison had to offer. He couldn't even look outside - being locked in one of the inner cells.

This was just great, just freaking great. Was fate eternally destined to screw him over? It was all bad luck that he had been captured. Again.

Propping himself up on an elbow, he finally concluded that someone hated him. That was the only conclusion for it.

A faint, familiar sound broke him from his thoughts, and an unholy grin lit his face.

He had almost forgotten.

They thought they had him, but little did they know of his power. With it, he would win yet...

Concentrating, he sent out his signal, in hopes that it would be received. When he felt the life around him, his heart soared - many of his brethren were here to carry the message.

"Go, my friends, go bring help..."

~later~

Heero stood amidst the myriad grasshopper carcasses and gore. He continued to stomp furiously at the tiny creatures, as they swarmed into his most recent safehouse.

That is, until a horrified Quatre entered.

"Heero! What are you doing?!? Duo probably sent those!"

He paused, mid stomp, and had the grace to look contrite. It had never occurred to him that Duo would manage to get a message out after having been captured.

Damn.

Now he'd have to save him.

When Quatre turned, Heero stomped the last living grasshopper, almost as an afterthought.

'Oh well, can't save him if you can't find him...', he smirked.

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Author's note: I originally wanted to use another name for this, but it kinda would have given the 'surprise' away. That name, btw, was 'Dances with Crickets'...