Disclaimer: The usual "don't own them and not making any money off of this" deal.

Warnings: AU, yaoi, swearing, angst, lemons later hopefully.

Pairings: 1x2, 2xOC, 3x4.

A/N: Finally the first chapter. XD.

FALLEN

Chapter 1: Overdue Visit

Present time, Sunday morning 2AM.

It's been two years since the day Heero died, but the picture of his helpless body was still fresh in my mind and my heart still heavy with grief. My eyes followed the moonlight from the edge of the bedpost to the drawn window, revealing crackling lighting and heavy rains. Closing my eyes, I listened to the pitter-pattering against the glass. The broken, shattering sounds filled my empty room. It echoed. I curled into a tight ball and pulled the blanket over me. From underneath the pillow, I retrieve an old crinkled photo of my lost love. Two piercing cobalt eyes glared back at me under messy chocolate hair. Despite the scowl, there was a playfulness about the picture. Maybe it was the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Shivering, I rubbed my sleepy eyes. My fingers were wet. "It must be allergies," I sniffled. But a voice in my head cried, Heero, you bastard. You left me here alone. I don't think I would ever admit to myself the I was scared...

Sunday morning 7AM.

I stirred from my sleep, the way I wake up right before my alarm clock rings. Two seconds later, there was a knock at the door. Moaning, I pulled the pillow over my head and growled, "I'm not home. Come back laterrr-" I yawned and peeked at the clock. Fucking alarm clock taunting me with its blinking red lights. It was too early for anyone to be up, except for...

"Duo!" A high pitched squeal from the other side could only come from one person. Quatre. Unfortunately, he was my best friend. "Duo, open the door! I have coffee and muffins!" I sat up abruptly. Muffins?

Shaking loose the tangled hairs that flowed down my back, I made my way toward the door. It was a small apartment but I always managed to take ten minutes just to make it across. I peered through the peep hole. A short pale blond just ripe for the picking. I grinned mischievously. I shouldn't think about poor Quatre that way.

I pulled off the dainty chain (that was suppose to protect me just in case of a break in) and let the smiling blonde in. "Ugh, Quat. You know I'm not a morning person," I mumbled on his deaf ears. However, I moved aside allowing him to step in. As he walked by, the smell of freshly baked blueberry muffins reached my nose. Before my stomach could make a growl, I made an attempt to snatch the bag of pastries from his hands.

Quatre laughed and slyly avoided my invading hands. I admit, his girlish hands are too fast for me. "Duo! Do you know what day it is?"

I eyed the brown bag that was already starting to get a dark stain on the side. Oh, the buttery goodness! "A day that I have off?" I drooled. Following him to my tiny kitchen, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror by the hallway. My long hair was falling out of what was left of the braid. Little dark baggies under my eyes were beginning to materialize. And a little gut was beginning to form, due to the not working out regularly. I pinched my love handles then shrugged. The muffin won't make much of a difference.

Taking a seat next to the cheerful blond, I finally got a better look at him. It has been several months since the last time we had seen each other. Quatre, being the smart and responsible one not to mention rich, worked on many projects and charities to help people. Damn his kind heart. He had not changed much though. He had always had a small frame and shyness about him. Fair hair framed his slightly sunburnt skin. I reached out and grasped his hands. Smooth, no calluses. His big blue eyes always had a kind, loving expression.

His pale lips curved in a smile and he gave me a slight reassuring squeeze. "It's your birthday, silly. And there's a carnival in town this week." He said with a wink.

My birthday? So soon? Another year has gone by. I scratched my head, a little embarrassed that I had forgotten my own birthday. "I didn't even realize! I've been working like twenty hour days at the car shop, you know. Today is my first off day in... well, a long fucking time." My life wasn't where I wanted it to be but, hey, the rent was getting paid. I spotted Quatre cringing uneasily. He had never been comfortable with my swearing. "Sorry," I apologized half-heartedly. I took a bite out of the muffin. The warm buttery layers flaked off and melted on my tongue. I drowned the coffee down, wrinkling my nose at the bitterness.

"Oh, that reminds me! I got you a present. I hope you'll like it." Quatre said as pulled out a small box from his khaki trench.

I cocked my head to the side. "Ooo! What could it be?" I grabbed the petite box wrapped in a baby blue paper (matching his own baby blues) and shook it. Clankclankclank. "Eh?"I ripped open the package and inside there was a shiny object. "A key? What is this a key to?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

The blond smiled, "I want you to move in with Trowa and I." Confusion and uncertainty filled my head as well as my heart. "I mean, I have plenty of room and all the servants available to help out. And I would really like you to move in. It would be nice to see you more often." He paused waiting for a reaction, I supposed.

Even with this generous offer on the table, I frowned. I couldn't help but wonder... "This isn't out of pity, is it?"

His eyes grew wide and his cheeks reddened. Waving his arms franticly, he exclaimed, "Of course not, Duo! I am your friend and I just want you to live a little closer to me. It's a hour drive just to visit you."

"What about my job?" I asked curiously. He seemed to have everything figured out.

"Well, I can arrange for a job if you want. But I just want you to hang around the house, get acquainted with my staff as well as Trowa. You remember him right?" I nodded. It was hard to forget such a gorgeous man. Dark hair, creamy skin, and beautiful sincere green eyes. "We're a... couple now."

"Lucky you! Man, what a catch. He is so fucking stunning." There are no secrets between us. Most of the time.

Quatre blushed. "Well, yes... I know. Anyway," he continued, clearing his throat a little. "You can help me out too. We just adopted a child, a boy, a month ago. And I want you to be the godfather."

My mouth dropped open. "Oh my freaking god, that is the awesomest thing anyone has ever asked. I would be so honored, Quat. Now I have to meet that little stud!" Who knew that Quatre and his green eyed beauty would settle down at the ripe young age of eighteen and twenty-four.

He breathed a sigh of relief and grasped me in a tight hug. The blond raised to his tippy toes and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Thanks."

I think, even though Quat is just still a teenager, he is the more than ready to take care of a child and deserves to. I ran my fingers through his pale hair and brushed it away from his eyes. After all this time, we still needed each other.