Spoot: Oh my god finally…BRING ME COFFEE! I needs it for this one!

Duo: Dear god no…

Heero: *Passes coffee*

To Be

"You're going on your own?" Trowa asked as he followed Wufei down the hallway. They had gone three weeks without a call, up until an hour ago, when the phone went off. Wufei didn't say a word in response. He just kept waking. "Take one of us with you. At least…" Trowa said, trying again to pull Wufei back. The Asian shook his head and looked to the other man. "It's fine Barton. In and out. Data is not that hard to steal."

"Well, no…but data retrieval isn't on your list of skills…"

"What are you trying to say? Hmm? That I'm not good enough?! Is that it?!"

"N-NO! Heh…no…not at all…I mean, It's just that…Heero is data you're one on one battle…everyone knows you're better at that. Your talents are being wasted here." Wufei smirked, looking smug. The arrogant bastard loved a good ego stroke, and Trowa knew it. He snapped out of it and reached to touch the other man's shoulder, then retracted his hand. "Eh…no, it's fine, it won't take long anyway, three days tops. Tell Heero I can even do the job faster if dared." He winked and walked off, leaving Trowa alone. Now why…would that information need to be…Trowa scoffed in a cute way and turned, glaring at Heero, who was poking his head out of the office.

"Heeeeerrrroooo…"

"What?! I-no! I said nothing to him! I didn't tell him to go on that job-not , that's not what you're assuming is it? Because I didn't…"

"You just wanted to stay here with me, didn't you!"

"No!"

"DIDN'T YOU!" It was quiet after that, Heero ducked into the room and shut the door. Trowa laughed and barged right in and put his hands on his hips. "Admit it! You told Wufei to take your mission!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Heero muttered as he sunk into his seat, hiding behind a manual. "I'm busy…reading…um, up on how…to fix…a photocopier."

"It's upside down dingus." Trowa said with a smirk. Heero jumped and flung the book, then struggled with it before dropping it. He looked to the other man with disgust, mostly because at that point he knew he was about to get called cute… sure enough, there it was. He just rolled his eyes and slumped over, looking to his computer screen. Trowa sat and looked to him with a smile then reached over and tapped his nose. "Boop, you like me." He turned, after Heero shot him the finger, and went back to work.

The two worked in silence for what seemed like years to both of them, when suddenly, a call came in. Trowa grabbed the phone before Heero could, and stuck out his tongue. "Yes? Oh…" He looked to his partner and his brow furrowed. Heero followed that with a confused look, trying to get Trowa to tell him what was going on. "Right, we're on-oh, just a one on one…well then…right, Understood. On it." He hung up and looked to Heero. "Well shit. Someone spotted a handful of dolls floating around sector 8-W…they need a single on it…wanna flip for it?"

"Wufei is one on one…I should be the one to go, I did give him my job, it's only fair I take this one."

"Are you sure Heero? It could be dangerous…" He watched the man get up and grab his jacket. "Danger…" Heero looked to him with an emotionless face and nodded. "Danger is all I know." And like that, he walked out. Trowa shot up from his seat, feeling panic rush over his whole body. He should say something! He should…he should tell Heero to stay! He should be the one going! He took a step toward the door but stopped. "HEERO WAIT!" He called out, and in seconds the man returned to the room, staring at him blankly. "B-be safe…" he said softly, honestly wanting to say something more. "Understood." Heero said flatly, then walked out.

"How long has he been gone?" Wufei asked, his voice coming from the com unit in Trowa's hand. "I would say…maybe three hours or so…" Trowa mumbled, he was distracted and coming down from a panic attack, that he called Wufei in the middle of. "Well, shit, that's nothing! It's a battle!"

"I should call him."

"Don't you dare, that'll distract him."

"You're right. I won't call him. Not gunna call him. I should call him."

"TROWA!"

"DON'T YELL AT ME!"

"You're right…I'm sorry, let's all just calm down…and breathe." Trowa agreed to that by taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Think I'm just gunna sleep…sleeping always helps."

"There you go. And hey…he's ok…"

"Yeah…"

Trowa opened his eyes and looked up, gazing groggily at the stars on his ceiling. At first, he had trouble figuring out where he even was, then he sat up fast and ran his hand through his hair, letting it prickle up then fall back in his face. He looked around as he got out of his bed, making sure he didn't trip over the ammo bag still on the floor. He made his way out of the room and down the hall, clearing his nasal passages a bit as he pulled out his com unit. He brushed back his hair again as he put the unit to his ear. "Any word?" He asked in a croak. "Trowa? Trowa, that is you right? What number did you mean to hit hun…"

"Sally?"

"Are you ok? Do I need to come find you? Where are you?! Are you lost?"

"No...no I just woke up…where's Heero?"

"Oh…oh honey…" the way she said that…made his heart stop, causing his whole body to freeze up, hand still in his hair. "What is it…what happened?" he asked finally, after figuring out how to use his tongue again. Sally didn't say much, just a simple, "His gundam went down…" Trowa let his com unit drop as he took off down the hall, skidding into the control room. He shoved a few random soldiers out of the way and grabbed up a headset. "I should have said something to him!" He barked as he pressed every number he could. Finally one lit up green, and he gained communications. "This is Trowa! Where are you?!"

"Um, Sir?" Came the voice in the headset. Trowa cut communication with that random soldier and hit another button.

"What are you trying to do?"

Trowa turned and glared at Heero then turned back around. "Trying to find Heero-HEERO!" He threw the headset off and turned fast. The other man looked a little beat up, with some bandages on his arm but nothing more. He was even eating a fucking burrito all nonchalantly. "But…you…Sally said.." Heero's head tilted to the side, in confusion, trying to figure out what Trowa was going on about. He backed up a bit when Trowa approached him slowly. "Sally said your gundam went down…"

"You really worry too much. You need to stop that. I'm fine. Look at me."

"Is your arm broken…."

"Sorta, whats it to ya." Trowa just glared at him due to his neo-caveman behavior. Heero rolled his eyes and shifted weight to his other leg now, then gasped when he got grabbed up in a hug. He dropped his burrito, and stared wide eyed at the other soldiers over Trowa's shoulder. They were staring in a bit of shock at this display, and it was making poor Heero feel like a loaded gun about to go off. If he could have, he would have shoved Trowa to the floor…but he couldn't get his good arm out from between them. "Please let me go…" He said flatly, but Trowa ignored him, instead opting to squeeze tighter. Heero let out a lite grunting gasp, trying to catch his breath.

The two men were sitting in Heero's room. Trowa was in the middle of changing a bandage on Heero's abdomen. "Sorry…again…about hugging you like that…" Heero didn't say anything; he just stared out the window, trying to keep his thoughts elsewhere and away from how he was actually feeling. If he let his guard down right now, he would say something that would throw them both off and into a rabbit hole for sure. Trowa finished his task and looked up at the other man, staring at him, and memorizing that face again. He wanted to learn every expression Heero had, he was up to about twenty now. "Heero…listen…"

"Trowa…"

"huh?! Yeah that's me!" Heero looked to the man slowly, his eyes were softer than normal, and his expression was…deep and…thoughtful. "W-what is it Heero? Do…you want me to leave?" Heero shook his head, for the first time really staring into Trowa's one good eye. "What you did back there…and how frantic you were…why?" Trowa blinked a few times in confusion then smiled. "I was just so worried about you, and when I saw you were ok…I couldn't help myself…I know I shouldn't have done that…especially in front of the whole squad…" He lowered his head a bit, whimpering some, "I'll try not to do that again."

"But…why…" Trowa's brow furrowed as he looked up. "Why what? Why did I hug you? I told you.."

"Why were you worried…"

"I…well…"

"You care about me." Trowa had nothing else to say after Heero spoke that last line. It was true, Trowa cared, and loved Heero so much that he would just about die for him. That was it…that was how he could explain it to Heero. "Elvis and Suicide." He said softly, looking up again. Heero knew exactly what that meant. He almost turned a lite shade of pink because of it.

"Listen to this one!" Trowa barked as he shoved a pair of headphones on Heero's head. The other pilot growled and rolled his eyes, listening to an old Elvis song, one about long lost love or something to that effect. "Trowa, I swear to Christ…if you make me listen to any more of this man's wailing I'm going to commit suicide…" Trowa looked to him and smiled, taking the headphones. "Elvis and suicide? Sounds like two things that were meant to be…" Heero's brow furrowed, glaring at the idiot to his right. "How are those two things meant to be?!"

"They just are!" Was all Trowa had on the subject.

Heero suddenly narrowed his eyes. "You're staring at me with that stupid smile again…" Trowa's smile grew as he pointed at the floor. "Yeah, and you're tapping your foot again, you must be thinking about something…or someone…"

"Shut up Trowa."

"Awww, you're so cute!"

"Why do you keep doing that!"

"Why do you keep telling me to shut up! Admit it! You like me…"

"I DO NOT!"

"OK! Then you love me!"

"I….Shut up Trowa…"

"Like Elvis and Suicide, You and I…were just meant to be."

Spoot: DONE! I'M DONE!

Trowa: I'm a chicken.

Heero: Where the hell have you been!?

Trowa: I do not know…