Author's Note: Another chapter! For those who like this one. I think it's coming to a close soon though maybe one or two more chapters it was fun thought writing a huge one shot lol. Anyways do enjoy comments always appreciated. Little warning quite violent, towards the end
If Only You Knew
Part 4 - Hello, Goodbye
"Heero? Heero? Come one wake up…" Duo sat beside Heero on the bed it was five in the morning, Duo's beeper had gone off all of fifteen minutes ago and so his two weeks was about to begin but he didn't want to leave Heero alone without telling him what was going on. "Come on Heero sweetie wake up," Duo winced as soon as the endearment slipped out, yet it felt so incredibly right. Duo had spent the night cuddling him close, and for a brief moment it felt, it felt like the old days. When it was just Heero and himself, and the world could go to hell.
Groggy blue eyes opened slowly blinking sleepily, "Duo?" his voice was horse, in the pre- dawn hours. Glancing a the alarm clock Heero looked back at him, "Duo its 5 am…" Nodding sadly Duo reached out smoothing flyway hair, "I know, I'm sorry, I got called in I have to go. I have no idea how long, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye." Heero's sleepy mind finally registered Duo's uniform, he was wearing a kaki coloured pants and shirt, tucked into his black combat boots his hair was braided tight, beret neatly in place.
"Ok…" smiling Duo nodded, "I will talk to you later Heero have a good day at home." Nodding Heero gave him a small smile, and with that he was gone. Heero snuggled back into bed, feeling like something was missing yet, a small secret smile curled his lips, Duo had called him sweetie…
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"Sonofa…" Duo trailed off as a shot was fired off his head, he could see the lights of the emergency vehicles behind him. The area was roped off and ahead of him was the warehouse where this gang had decided to hole up. Duo was currently hidden behind several large crates. Re-loading he cursed again when yet another shot took a chunk out of the box beside him. There was a crackle of static in his ear, then "Maxwell? You ok?" it was team leader Burten on the radio, "Yeah, listen I've had enough, count of three I'll drive the middle, a little suppressive fire on left and right and we will flush the bastards out of there." He received an affirmative, and with a grunt he was off running, right into hell.
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Heero stretched idly his eyes glued to the TV, he wasn't usually one for that sort of thing but his all time favorite channel A&E was running a marathon of his favorite shows. Cold Case Files and Biography, he was currently clutching the blanket he was wrapped in pretending he wasn't scared. Biography was running a series on serial killers. He'd already locked the door and was in the midst of watching Ted Bundy when the phone went off.
Jumping he glared at the device before answering it. "Hello?" there was a rather panicked Quatre on the other end, "Heero? Are you watching the news?" quickly he flipped the channel, it was the local reporter, he watched for several seconds, "What am I supposed…" he trailed off as the camera panned around to a warehouse lit with fire, and figure wearing full military gear with a very distinct braid leading two men in handcuffs towards the waiting van. "That's Duo isn't it Heero?" the other man swallowed slowly, "Yeah…" he whispered. The two watched the rest of the report, detailing the standoff with Preventors agents against known drug dealers. The standoff had ended when an unidentified single agent had attacked head on diverting attention so the rest could get into position.
Heero had a suspicious feeling that it had been Duo. The report ended, Heero and Quatre had chatted a bit more before they bid each other a good night. Heero returned once more to his shows, keeping an eye on the clock waiting to see if Duo would be home. Heero looked at his phone, no messages. The hours dragged on, until Heero fell asleep still curled on the couch.
Duo grumbled irritably as he shut the front door quietly it was around midnight, he had finally given up trying to get the paper work done deciding to bring it home. His neck throbbed, while not serious he'd been grazed by a lucky shot between his helmet and vest. It had been deep enough to need a couple stitches. He'd also caught some burning embers on the back of his hands hauling one of the bastards out of the fire. His fingers wrapped in bandages had made typing slow and painful. Kicking off his shoes he stretched wincing when his bruised torso protested. That had been his own fault, he'd thrown himself down some stairs in the building to dodge.
Limping slightly he was headed for bed, when he passed the living room noting the TV was on, as well as the lump on the couch. Smiling slightly he sat down beside said lump. With a start Heero came awake trying to figure out what had roused him. Instantly recognizing Duo, his smell so similar to how he smelled during the war; fruity like his shampoo, and the sulfur of gunpowder. "Duo?" The taller man settled a bandaged hand, on Heero's back smiling. "Yeah I'm here," sitting up he rubbed his eyes, finally noticing the bandages on his roommate. "Duo! You're hurt, " he frowned, taking his hand and studying the bandage job. "I saw you on the news, the report said that one agent had drawn fire while the others got into place." Duo winced, "You saw that did you…" The smaller man nodded, "I know it's your job Duo…I just hoped that we had put the war…and killing behind us." Heero felt gentle bandaged fingers against his face, "I know, but there are still bad people in the world and there are things that need to be done."
Heero nodded leaning into the touch, concern furrowed Duo's brow, "How are you doing today Heero? Did David call?" Tousled locks moved as he shook his head, "No…and he probably won't, his lie has him out of town until tomorrow." Duo nodded, "What do you plan to do?" Heero frowned, " Dump him, he's lied to me, and cheated. David and I are entirely over." Duo felt his heart soar with those words, as upset as he was at what had happened, he couldn't help as feel as though he was being a given another chance. This time, as he looked into sleepy blue eyes, he vowed he was not going to miss it.
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"So Heero, I thought we could maybe go out for dinner tonight…." Shaking his head Duo looked at the tiled wall in front of him. "Heero, I was hoping you would join me for dinner…" lathering up his body his mind raced as he muttered to himself "Oh Duo your so manly. Of course I'll go out with you!" growling Duo looked up where Trowa was hanging over the shower stall snickering, "Ass why are you eavesdropping?" Trowa shrugged, "Cause your at work in the shower, pretending to ask Heero out on a date. Still flogging that dead horse? Isn't he already seeing someone?" Duo's frown turned to a grin, "Nope, he'd breaking up with him," Trowa's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really? What happened?" the long haired man winced, "I took Heero with me on my info gathering assignment to that club downtown. The place was a complete dive, and the entertainment was the lowest of the low…and we happened to see David who seems to had a sadomasochistic tendencies." Trowa had looked even more surprised, "Wow…that's intense." Duo nodded, "Heero took it pretty bad, but he was supposed to talk to David today. The douche bag had said he was gone on a business trip."
Shaking his head Trowa whistled through his teeth, "Guy sounds like a total fucktard, so now he's out of the picture your going to make your move?" Nodding resolutely the man in the shower looked defiant, "I'm off now, going to head home now and surprise him, and take him out." Smiling his friend gave the thumbs up, "Sounds good, best of luck." Duo began soaping up stepping under the spray, "You going to stand there and watch me the rest of the day perv?" Laughing the brown head disappeared, and Duo could hear him leaving. "Liked him better when he didn't talk much…" even more laughter.
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"Fucking bitch!" Heero felt his head snap to the side in absolute surprise. Without any warning he felt a second blow land this time to the stomach knocking the wind from him. Followed by a quick right hook to the face. Reeling he stumbled backwards. Heero was still stunned, how had it got this bad? David was advancing on him, a violent look in his eyes. Summoning his training he dodged the next blow, however the first had cause his balance to falter sending him over the living room coffee table. A vicious kick caught his ribs, "You will not leave me! Little whore! You are going to give me what I want!"
The ringing in his ears did not interfere with his hearing; he knew Dave was going to rape him. The vicious, hungry look he gave Heero said as much. All this…all this because he had broken it off with him. Another kick, before Dave dropped on top of him struggling Heero lashed out catching him in the chin. Head snapping sideways, the other man grinned licking the blood from his lips. Grabbing Heero's head he smashed it into the coffee table, once, twice…blackness was creeping up on him. He felt hands wrap around his neck, the grinning face above him was fading out, the pressure on his chest, everything was dimming. Spots danced before his eyes
Suddenly the pressure was lifting and the dark grey blurs were swimming back into focus, he could hear the sound of fists meeting flesh. Coughing he rolled over onto his side, finally he saw Duo leaning over David. His face already looked like raw hamburger, he was making a sick gurgling sound. "If you ever, even look at Heero wrong I will kill you…" Heero heard before the events caught up with him and he passed out.
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"Thank you Agent Maxwell, we will make sure the paper work is filed immediately." Nodding his thanks Duo returned to the hospital room where the other three ex-pilots were all waiting. Settling down beside Quatre next to Heero's bed he sat quietly brooding his eyes drifting every so often to the door. "Don't Duo…the last thing Heero wants to hear is that you were sent to jail for killing a man." Sighing Duo nodding, "He was going to kill him Quatre…but not before he raped him," Duo said quietly. Nodding the blonde haired man sniffed quietly, "I don't understand, Heero could have easily taken him down…he looks so bad…" Heero's left eye was swollen shut, the doctor had said he had two broken ribs, he was currently in a drug induced sleep, deep purple bruises were stark against his slender pale next. Bruises in the shape of handprints.
"Surprise…he probably didn't expect that asshole to react that violently. He more then likely caught him fast before he had time to calculate the situation." Duo sighed gently picking up one of the limp hands he held it tightly. "What's going to happen now?" snorting Duo grinned viciously, "To jail…and I will kill him if he ever goes anywhere even remotely close to Heero and that is a promise." Not a single soul in that room believed that to be anything but the truth.
TBC…