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: I sincerely apologize for my major writer's block, in which I spent a week reading other people's fanfics instead of writing my own. XD. Oops.

­FALLEN

Chapter 2: Only Time Can Tell

Sunday morning 8AM.

The car slowed to a halt and I felt Quat tap me on the left shoulder. The bright rays of the morning sun flooded into the limo's comfortable interior. Flinching from the light, I watched the pale figure stepped out on the streets and pulled me after him. I groaned. Did not even know that I had fallen asleep. "Shouldn't have woke me up..." I mumbled sleepily, half to myself.

A large metal slightly whimsical fence surrounded the entrance, guarded by phony clowns who had not slept in a week. I know that look. The unshaved stubble, dark baggies underneath the eyes, and the pissed look on their faces as children and adults alike laughed, making corny jokes as they entered the traveling circus. It always made me wonder how long it took to train one of those magnificent animals. The fucking huge elephants or the kings of the jungle. Hmm. I sniffed the air. Ah, there it was. The smell of animal shit. Great, this is going to be fucking great. I would rather be cuddled up in my bed, sleeping until the afternoon then drowning myself in a couple of beers at the local bar.

In any case, we went right to the express line. Quat and his millions of dollars could just about get you anywhere, even in the front of the freak show. Flashing two red and gold tickets at the short stubby clown, we managed to squeeze past the families that crowded the dirt pathway. Immediately, the loud music of carnival music and the hollering of hundreds of scam artists in the form of toss the ball in to the impossibly small hole or knock down a stack of milk jars with a ball as light as a feather greeted our ears.

Quat finally slowed his pace to a brisk walk. I huffed along behind him. Man, I was really out of shape.

"Trowa!" My best friend squealed happily as we neared the tall brunette. I watched as his lover embraced the blond and affectionately stroked his pale hair. I chuckled, noticing the flushed look on Quat's face. That's love, I thought to myself. "Ahem... This is Duo, remember? I almost thought that he wouldn't come today, but like I always say, Duo is full of surprises!"

I held out my hand and he grasped it firmly. This was the first time I had met him in how many years? But he was just as beautiful as I remembered. He had grown into his tall, lean teenage stature and filled out pleasantly with muscles underneath a thin green t-shirt (it brought out the color of his own emerald eyes too). Over his long legs were a pair of loosely fitting dark washed jeans. One could only wonder what his legs looked like but even from here I could tell he had one tight ass.

"Nice to see you again, Duo."

I blinked. "Wha- oh, hey. Yeah, it's been a long time. Trowa." I felt the blood rise up in my cheeks as his name rolled off my tongue. Maybe it's been too long since I've been laid. My eyes traveled from one man to the next. There was no question about the power couple. Beautiful, strong, and intelligent. Damn, I need to get laid.

Quat suddenly tensed. His fingers intertwined with Trowa's as he glance around, searching for something. "Where's Henry?" He asked, his voice filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Trowa nodded towards the bathrooms. "He wanted to go alone. He said he was a 'big boy' now," he replied to the blond's worried face. A slight smile graced his lips. A playfulness about him, something childlike. I never would have expected a man like Trowa ever to be playful. It did not seem to fit but... it felt right.

Anyway, I snorted at the 'big boy' comment. Who would ever want to grow up and get trapped in a hell hole like this? I mean, really, there is not one thing to live for these days. The fun is gone and somebody is always on your ass about making payment on the car or on the apartment. No one will pamper you or buy stuff for you when you throw a temper tantrum. Nope, they will just haul your ass to jail with a bunch of drunks who are sexually confused and-

"Boo!"

Surprised, I swallowed hard and choked on my spit. However, I managed to cough out several obscene words and phrases.

"Duo!" The two exclaimed in unison.

"Sorry," I apologized quickly. The little boy watched me wide eyed. "What I meant was... errr... hiya Henry." I said as I crouched down to eye level with him. He hid shyly behind Quat's leg. From what I could see the little brat was a small boy of maybe five six year old. A dark brown mess on the top of his head and two light blue eyes. He was very reminiscent of... Heero.

Just the sight of the boy evoked so many emotion I thought I had buried in the past. I felt anger, heartache, pain, misery, despair, and hopeless. All this time, I managed to keep numb to the loss of Heero. I guess, I never truly gotten over the death. I had pushed it so far that I did not remember how much losing him hurt.

My eyes began to tear up and I immediately fished out my sunglasses. Placing them over my eyes, I smiled at the trio. "C'mon, gang. Let's go have some fun!" I held my hand out to little Henry and hoped that he would grab it. Breathing a sigh of relief, I felt his tiny hands clasp my own.

This was going to be a long day. And only time could tell what may happen.