Title: A small problem (2/?)
Author: Wu
Rating: Pg - 13 for some langauge.
Catagory: Slight Humour
Pairings: 1+2 here and there... also 3+4
Spoilers: None really
Sumary: It's a chibi fic. Mwa. Ha. Ha. Hehehehehe.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, don't you think I would have them cleaning my house by now? So no, I don't. I don't own a fancy car either. Happy? Good.
Feedback: Yes, please! I will be your slave for feedback! Well.. maybe not slave, but it would be greatly appriciated. Flames will be MST'd for all to read.
Chapter two
Two bare feet slapped down on the sterile surface of the labratory floor as the small form of Heero Yuy hopped off of the table. Putting a finger into his mouth, he gazed about, but the two strange looking men were gone.
Looking down, he gazed at the scrape on his knee that he aquired from the akward climb down, first sitting on his knees judging the distance from the table top to the floor, then the side-saddle dismount that he had accomplished to his freedom. He touched the skinned knee lightly, jerking his finger back at the sharp lance of pain that radiated from it, frowning softly.
A grumbling, grating feel in his belly drew his attention away from his knee, and he realized that he couldn't remember the last time he had ate.
Rubbing his fingers against his nose, he gazed about the large, white room, taking in his surroundings. Resigning himself, he headed over to a large row of cabinets, opening each drawer and peering into them in turn, but his search only concluded with surgical tools and odd angled objects that he had never seen before, not in his current state. Sighing softly, he turned, toddling toward the center of the room.
Two large blue eyes and a button nose appeared over one table top, as he stood on tiptoe in his search. Nothing but a bunch of metal things lay scattered about on the surface. He couldn't eat those. He wrinkled said nose. What kind of place was this? Old men, grumpy and gruff as they prodded him with needles and frowning constantly. No candy or food of anysorts laying within arms reach, nothing to play with.
A tear slowly trekked down his cheek. This just wasn't fair.
~~~
The sun had risen two hours ago. Duo sat, slumped over the handlebars of his motorcycle, running in his mind every possible location Heero could be. He had contacted Quatre only half a hour ago, telling him of his plan to leave Earth, if possible, to expand his search.
Sitting up, he steadied the motorcycle off of its kickstand and kicked it into life. Revving the accelerator, he roared out of the empty warehouse parkinglot that he had traced Heero to. As far as Duo knew, Yuy had been there fourteen days ago.
That was too long ago, he felt as if his trail were growing too cold, just one more place to check, but.. why would he be there...?
~~~
He gathered a few belongings quickly, clothing from his closet folded haphazardly as he stuck them in an over night duffel bag.
"Quatre.. where are you going?"
He halted quickly, tossing a carefree smile toward the figure in the door. "Duo can't find Heero.. "
"Did he tell Duo where he would be going?"
"It was a mission.. and he's a week late."
Trowa shifted his position against the doorframe. Working with the preventers was different than being a Gundam Pilot. It was easier to keep track of a Preventer, as they always had alloted times to return, and contact, though sheilded in missions, was always standard.
"Heero hasn't reported in, I see."
"No, Duo's worried, he's even ready to leave Earth to continue the search."
"So you're going to help."
"Yes."
Trowa didn't say a word as he pushed off of the doorjam and moved into their shared room, gathering his clothing as well and packing along with Quatre.
The small Arabian smiled softly in gratitude as he continued packing rapidly.
~~~
He looked up to the pushbar of the doorhandle. Reaching up, he pressed the metal plate, the door swinging open with slight exhursion on his part, and he was free.
Turning his head side to side, he gazed at the blank, stone walls and the plain wooden doors embedded within them as he strolled down the hallway, unconcern etched apon his innocent features.
"Hewwo.." He called out, his small voice squeaking lightly, echoing faintly in the deserted hallway.
No answer greeted the small child as he turned a corner, heading towards more laboratories.
~~~
He didn't care where he was at the moment as he threw open one of the plain, swinging medical doors. Duo Maxwell was pissed.
"What the hell do you *MEAN* you lost him!?"
"Well frankly, we never expected him to be sought after." J replied smugly.
"You know.. I should kill you."
"Now Now, Duo." Quatre placed himself between the doctor and his enraged friend. "We are here to bring Heero back. He isn't yours anymore." His voice was soft, yet firm.
"And as I have stated, he simply.. vacated the premisis, much like I am suggesting you to do."
Both Quatre and Trowa struggled to hold back the now cursing and wildly flailing Maxwell.
"Come on, Duo.. we'll just search.. elsewhere." Cutting an angered gaze to the grizzled old man, Quatre began to pull as Trowa began to push, ushering Duo from the door and into the hall.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE this!"
"Duo. Just calm down."
"Bite me Trowa. He's here somewhere, I can feel it." Maxwell paced the hall in short, quick strides, running his fingers through his hair.
"Well, we'll just go room by room. Trowa, head towards the east wing, I'll go north, Duo.. I see you're heading west."
~~~
The water fountain looked alluring. Nothing would make him happier than a nice drink, but it looked too high to reach if he wanted any. Gazing down, he spotted the foot pettle, stepping forward and applying his small foot, he giggled softly as it depressed, the water cascading out and splashing him with its cool droplets.
Step. Splatter. Giggle.
Step. Step. Splatter. Giggle.
Step. STOMP. STOMP. Cackle.
"What the?" Duo halted, the sounds of a childs glee reaching his ears. "Who the hell would bring a kid here?"
Stomp. Splatter. Squeal. Giggle.
Peering around the corner, Duo frowned softly. "Hey... little guy. Where's your dad?"
Heero turned, wide prussian eyes full of glee mixed with a tint of guilt for the watery mess at his feet.
Duo paled visably.
~~~
"Alright. I've searched lavatories, labratories, the medical library, several rooms which would look at home in a horror movie. No luck." Quatre sighed softly, leaning his back against the wall.
Trowa nodded softly. "He.. mustn't be here then."
"What do we tell Duo?"
"The truth."
~~~
"You lied to me you son of a bitch." Duo growled, carrying Heero on his hip as he slipped into the examination room.
"Ah, there he is." J came around the table, arms open to take the squirming youth from the ex-pilot and was rewarded with the barrel of a pistol in his face.
"Oh no, I don't think so pal. He's coming with me." Duo trembled in rage, his eyes blazing with emotion as he turned, bursting through the door as a protesting J scrambled behind him, babbling about the experiment, regiments of perfect soldiers. It fell apon deaf ears.
~~~
"Come on, boys, we're going home."
Quatre blinked. "Duo... who's child is that... oh my." He had caught up quickly, taking Duo's arm to halt him and getting a good look at the toddler he was carrying. He didn't know whether to groan softly or to burst into laughter.
"J's doing. Don't this fucking beat all." Duo snarled, turning and heading down another corridor identical to the one he had just vacated.
"Duo... we'll figure something out, I promise."
"You know what that bastard said before I put his lights out? No. Antidote. Fucking bullshit. Trowa, get into the computers and bring me back every damn thing you can find."
"What do we do until then?"
"Got your credit card, Quatre?"
"Well.. yes?"
"Then we babysit." Came the grim reply.
~Tbc
Author: Wu
Rating: Pg - 13 for some langauge.
Catagory: Slight Humour
Pairings: 1+2 here and there... also 3+4
Spoilers: None really
Sumary: It's a chibi fic. Mwa. Ha. Ha. Hehehehehe.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, don't you think I would have them cleaning my house by now? So no, I don't. I don't own a fancy car either. Happy? Good.
Feedback: Yes, please! I will be your slave for feedback! Well.. maybe not slave, but it would be greatly appriciated. Flames will be MST'd for all to read.
Chapter two
Two bare feet slapped down on the sterile surface of the labratory floor as the small form of Heero Yuy hopped off of the table. Putting a finger into his mouth, he gazed about, but the two strange looking men were gone.
Looking down, he gazed at the scrape on his knee that he aquired from the akward climb down, first sitting on his knees judging the distance from the table top to the floor, then the side-saddle dismount that he had accomplished to his freedom. He touched the skinned knee lightly, jerking his finger back at the sharp lance of pain that radiated from it, frowning softly.
A grumbling, grating feel in his belly drew his attention away from his knee, and he realized that he couldn't remember the last time he had ate.
Rubbing his fingers against his nose, he gazed about the large, white room, taking in his surroundings. Resigning himself, he headed over to a large row of cabinets, opening each drawer and peering into them in turn, but his search only concluded with surgical tools and odd angled objects that he had never seen before, not in his current state. Sighing softly, he turned, toddling toward the center of the room.
Two large blue eyes and a button nose appeared over one table top, as he stood on tiptoe in his search. Nothing but a bunch of metal things lay scattered about on the surface. He couldn't eat those. He wrinkled said nose. What kind of place was this? Old men, grumpy and gruff as they prodded him with needles and frowning constantly. No candy or food of anysorts laying within arms reach, nothing to play with.
A tear slowly trekked down his cheek. This just wasn't fair.
~~~
The sun had risen two hours ago. Duo sat, slumped over the handlebars of his motorcycle, running in his mind every possible location Heero could be. He had contacted Quatre only half a hour ago, telling him of his plan to leave Earth, if possible, to expand his search.
Sitting up, he steadied the motorcycle off of its kickstand and kicked it into life. Revving the accelerator, he roared out of the empty warehouse parkinglot that he had traced Heero to. As far as Duo knew, Yuy had been there fourteen days ago.
That was too long ago, he felt as if his trail were growing too cold, just one more place to check, but.. why would he be there...?
~~~
He gathered a few belongings quickly, clothing from his closet folded haphazardly as he stuck them in an over night duffel bag.
"Quatre.. where are you going?"
He halted quickly, tossing a carefree smile toward the figure in the door. "Duo can't find Heero.. "
"Did he tell Duo where he would be going?"
"It was a mission.. and he's a week late."
Trowa shifted his position against the doorframe. Working with the preventers was different than being a Gundam Pilot. It was easier to keep track of a Preventer, as they always had alloted times to return, and contact, though sheilded in missions, was always standard.
"Heero hasn't reported in, I see."
"No, Duo's worried, he's even ready to leave Earth to continue the search."
"So you're going to help."
"Yes."
Trowa didn't say a word as he pushed off of the doorjam and moved into their shared room, gathering his clothing as well and packing along with Quatre.
The small Arabian smiled softly in gratitude as he continued packing rapidly.
~~~
He looked up to the pushbar of the doorhandle. Reaching up, he pressed the metal plate, the door swinging open with slight exhursion on his part, and he was free.
Turning his head side to side, he gazed at the blank, stone walls and the plain wooden doors embedded within them as he strolled down the hallway, unconcern etched apon his innocent features.
"Hewwo.." He called out, his small voice squeaking lightly, echoing faintly in the deserted hallway.
No answer greeted the small child as he turned a corner, heading towards more laboratories.
~~~
He didn't care where he was at the moment as he threw open one of the plain, swinging medical doors. Duo Maxwell was pissed.
"What the hell do you *MEAN* you lost him!?"
"Well frankly, we never expected him to be sought after." J replied smugly.
"You know.. I should kill you."
"Now Now, Duo." Quatre placed himself between the doctor and his enraged friend. "We are here to bring Heero back. He isn't yours anymore." His voice was soft, yet firm.
"And as I have stated, he simply.. vacated the premisis, much like I am suggesting you to do."
Both Quatre and Trowa struggled to hold back the now cursing and wildly flailing Maxwell.
"Come on, Duo.. we'll just search.. elsewhere." Cutting an angered gaze to the grizzled old man, Quatre began to pull as Trowa began to push, ushering Duo from the door and into the hall.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE this!"
"Duo. Just calm down."
"Bite me Trowa. He's here somewhere, I can feel it." Maxwell paced the hall in short, quick strides, running his fingers through his hair.
"Well, we'll just go room by room. Trowa, head towards the east wing, I'll go north, Duo.. I see you're heading west."
~~~
The water fountain looked alluring. Nothing would make him happier than a nice drink, but it looked too high to reach if he wanted any. Gazing down, he spotted the foot pettle, stepping forward and applying his small foot, he giggled softly as it depressed, the water cascading out and splashing him with its cool droplets.
Step. Splatter. Giggle.
Step. Step. Splatter. Giggle.
Step. STOMP. STOMP. Cackle.
"What the?" Duo halted, the sounds of a childs glee reaching his ears. "Who the hell would bring a kid here?"
Stomp. Splatter. Squeal. Giggle.
Peering around the corner, Duo frowned softly. "Hey... little guy. Where's your dad?"
Heero turned, wide prussian eyes full of glee mixed with a tint of guilt for the watery mess at his feet.
Duo paled visably.
~~~
"Alright. I've searched lavatories, labratories, the medical library, several rooms which would look at home in a horror movie. No luck." Quatre sighed softly, leaning his back against the wall.
Trowa nodded softly. "He.. mustn't be here then."
"What do we tell Duo?"
"The truth."
~~~
"You lied to me you son of a bitch." Duo growled, carrying Heero on his hip as he slipped into the examination room.
"Ah, there he is." J came around the table, arms open to take the squirming youth from the ex-pilot and was rewarded with the barrel of a pistol in his face.
"Oh no, I don't think so pal. He's coming with me." Duo trembled in rage, his eyes blazing with emotion as he turned, bursting through the door as a protesting J scrambled behind him, babbling about the experiment, regiments of perfect soldiers. It fell apon deaf ears.
~~~
"Come on, boys, we're going home."
Quatre blinked. "Duo... who's child is that... oh my." He had caught up quickly, taking Duo's arm to halt him and getting a good look at the toddler he was carrying. He didn't know whether to groan softly or to burst into laughter.
"J's doing. Don't this fucking beat all." Duo snarled, turning and heading down another corridor identical to the one he had just vacated.
"Duo... we'll figure something out, I promise."
"You know what that bastard said before I put his lights out? No. Antidote. Fucking bullshit. Trowa, get into the computers and bring me back every damn thing you can find."
"What do we do until then?"
"Got your credit card, Quatre?"
"Well.. yes?"
"Then we babysit." Came the grim reply.
~Tbc