Author's Notes: *giggles* I guess people really did like this. Anyways, the only thing I own is the plot, and the only thing I get from this is satisfaction. I'm having issues deciding whether to write this all in first person or third, but I'm switching to third limited for this part.

Quote of the Week: "Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves, for we shall never cease to be amused." ~ Blame my school and its agenda books for this gem.






I Have A Headache - Chapter 2
By: Eternal Rose







~* GW Dimension *~

Duo watched Heero's body slump to the ground in nothing short of amazement. Shock filled the pilots minds until a loud thump announced that they had neglected to catch the body. None of them could believe it - the Perfect Soldier had just passed out.

"Umm, Heero, are you all right?" Duo said, shaking his friend. Unsurprisingly, there was no response save the limp movement of the body. The other pilots stared, eyes wide (or at least, as wide as their eyes ever got).

"What's wrong with him? Do you think he might have been injured during that last battle?" Quatre asked, trying to get a better look. Trowa reached down and took Heero from Duo. He turned and walked towards the exit, carrying him in his arms. At the door he paused and turned around.

"We should proceed to Quatre's mansion, and attend to him there." The pilot of Heavyarms said before leaving the shuttle. The others glanced at each other, than followed, Wufei mumbling something about the weakness of his fellow pilot to collapse for no obvious reason.










~* SM Dimension *~





"Usako!" Mamoru yelled as Usagi's body slumped forward. He caught her easily from the place where he had been sitting next to her. He held her gently as Ami scanned her body once again. Mamoru sighed in relief. "I wondered why she wouldn't answer me."

"She's been like this all day." Minako said, staring at her princess. Usagi remained unconscious, her head lolling slightly to the side.

"Well, not really." Makoto interjected. "She was awake earlier. Only, Usa was acting a little spacy."

"Makoto, she's always a little spacy." Rei remarked, but the concern on her face revealed how worried she was about her princess. Rei reached out and took Usagi's hand, closing her eyes. Slowly, Rei brought herself into a meditative state, and reached out into Usagi's mind. Ami whipped off her visor and the others looked at her hopefully.

"I can't figure out what's wrong with her." The blue-haired senshi said, shaking her head. "The computer says that nothing is amiss, and that she's in perfect health. I wonder what could have happened to her."

"You don't think the battle with Rubeus caused this, do you?" Makoto whispered. "I'll never forgive myself if this happened because we weren't strong enough to protect her. It's bad enough that we had to leave her to fend for herself because we couldn't overtake his minions."

"She's going to be fine… Like someone once said, there's no way to skin a cat. What? What is it?" Minako said as the others sweat-dropped. They all looked up when Rei suddenly gasped.

"Usagi is fine." Rei said, rubbing the back of her neck as she shook off her trance. "Odango promised me she'd wake up in a minute or two."

"What's wrong with her? Is she all right?" Mamoru asked. Slowly, he lowered her down until her head rested on the pillow Ami had brought for Usagi's head.

"All she told me was that she's had a really bad headache all day." Rei said. Calmly she stared straight into Mamoru's eyes. "You might want to leave before she wakes up."

"Why?" Mamoru asked aloud. "Why wouldn't she want me to stay with her? I love her, and I know she loves me…"

"Mamoru, think about what you just told her today." The priestess responded, fire in her eyes. "And think about why it was that you told her. She figured it out. That black eye gave you away, even to her unaware mind. She could have been dead asleep and still seen right through you. To say the least, she isn't happy with you at the moment."

"But… but… we're destined to be together!" Mamoru stammered. After a long pause, in which silence reigned, he rose slowly to his feet. As he left, he mumbled, "Everything will work out eventually, you'll see. And you'll be sorry you made me leave her, too."

"You know, I can't honestly say I blame her for being upset with him." Ami remarked as he stormed out.

"Blame her?" Minako laughed. "Goddess, I've been wondering when she'd wise up to his stupid little games. I bet he just made up those dreams so that he could still rule in the future without a blemish on his reputation as the daring knight."

"That, and I think he just might value his life." Makoto said, again cracking her fist against her palm. "I'm pretty sure he knows that if he ever intentionally hurt our princess and we found out about it, we'd destroy him."

The conversation came to a brief halt as Usagi's eyes fluttered open. She stared at them for a moment, before sitting bolt up right, reaching behind her back. Her hand came forward again and slight confusion passed quickly over her face as she glared at them. Then Usagi said three little words that would turn everything upside - down.

"Who are you?"










~* GW Dimension ~ Quatre's Mansion *~



"Oi, Trowa, wait up!" Duo yelled as Trowa walked swiftly into the mansion, the limp Heero dangling in his arms. The Deathscythe pilot increased his pace until he drew even with his friend, keeping his eyes locked on Heero's face.

"Follow me." Quatre said, taking the lead and heading up a flight of stairs. He led them directly to a bedroom that had been equipped with medical supplies and four chairs in addition to the usual bed and dresser. Trowa carefully placed Heero down upon the bed, and Wufei reached out to take his pulse.

"The weak onna's heartbeat is steady, and," he said, laying hand across Heero's forehead, "he does not have a fever. There is no logical reason that he should be lying here like this."

"Maybe he obtained a head injury during the last mission that went unnoticed." Quatre said. "You know how Heero is, he will never admit when something is wrong with him."

"Heero was rubbing his temple during the shuttle ride back here!" Duo suddenly proclaimed, as the thought hit him. The others exchanged worried glances as Duo continued. "Plus, his glare didn't seem to be quite up to its usual standard. Heero told me he was going to kill me…" the others sighed in relief…"but he said it way too many times, even for him."

"Maxwell, shut up." Wufei said. "Sweet Nataku, protect us from this idiot's insane and pointless ramblings.

"I don't know about that." Trowa said, much to the surprise of all present. Silence reigned over the room as they waited to hear what else he had to say. "It is unusual for Heero to make a gesture that hints at pain. His extreme irritability and lack of patience with Duo also suggest he was ill."

"In other words, Heero had a bad headache, and decided to take it out on me." Duo said. The others gave a typical non-response. "Oh, real nice guys. I suppose you're saying, well, at least as much as you ever say anything, that I deserve it. Not like you ever actually talk to begin with, but -"

"Shut up, Maxwell." Wufei reiterated. This time, no one moved to intervene on Duo's behalf. Duo grunted slightly, and looked annoyed. Each of them was still standing there around Heero, and since none of them had anywhere to go, they all just stood around and waited for him to regain consciouness.

Twenty or so minutes later, they were all still there. The most anyone had moved was a few feet, and in a way each was thankful to not have a mission at the moment… Quatre leaned down to check for the fifth time whether or not Heero had a fever.

"Quatre, you onna, you just did that a minute ago." Wufei declared. "I find it very hard to believe that something dramatic has occurred since the last time."

"I know that." Quatre said quietly. "It's just very disturbing to see him like this. Maybe we should call a doctor, or perhaps get in touch with Dr. J. There must be something that we can do for him."

"Quatre, c'mon man, this is Heero!" Duo exclaimed. "I'm sure he's just faking us out to see how we would all react if he was seriously sick. You know, to clue us in to our emotions, or to help him with his, or something. Cause hey, if we're supposed to live by them, it would be a good idea to know what they are first, right?"

"Duo, I know you're worried about him, but rambling isn't going to help him any." Quatre responded. He looked worriedly into the indigo eyes of the braided one. "I really think we need to get in touch with someone if he stays like this much longer."

"Perhaps Sally would help us." Trowa remarked.

"Hmmm, that weak onna just might." Wufei muttered, shaking his head. "If for no reason other than she feels responsible for us. For one so weak, she is knowledgeable in the art of medicine. A great man must have taught her."

The four were so involved in their conversation that none of them noticed the figure on the bed slowly waking up. Eyelashes fluttered open for a second, to close promptly. A moment later, the Prussian eyes went wide as Heero sat up and looked at the others in amazement.

"Heero!" Quatre exclaimed. "Thank Allah, we were so worried about you. Are you all right?"

A look of bewilderment passed swiftly across his face. One by one, as though analyzing something, Heero turned to look at them. Then he uttered three little words that would turn everything upside down.

"Who are you?"











~* End Chapter 2 *~

Eekers! Work really must have clobbered me because it took me a week to finish this! Anyway, I'm taking a poll - more of this or more of Twit first? I'll come up with a contest for next week, to decide which one goes up first, but I don't have an idea at the moment.

~Rose