Disclaimer -Don't own Gundam Wing, Don't own "All eyes on Me"-Goo Goo Dolls

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I met Relena's eye as she stomped past, Heero on her heels. They slammed into Relena's office.

"That worked well, didn't it?" Trowa said softly

Quatre grinned.

I nodded brusquely, "I'll see you later."

"Here. Keys." Trowa tossed me a keychain.

I raised an eyebrow

"Door. Car. Bike."

"I already have a bike."

"Yes, but Duo doesn't, and I don't want him hot-wiring mine." Trowa grinned, still too happy to have Quatre back where he could molest him to really pay attention to the fact that he was giving me permission to give Duo permission to borrow his motorcycle.

I nodded, "Right." and slipped out the door, sprinting across the lawn to my waiting transportation.

My Suzuki purred down the road and I made excellent time reaching the, "bungalow" as Trowa had referred to it, in about 45 minutes. I didn't see Duo, but the lights were on. I parked my bike and strode to the front door, not bothering to knock I let myself in. I could hear Duo in the shower, singing.

I froze. For an idiot who screamed all the time, he had one hell of a voice. I didn't recognize the song, but Duo liked to listen to archaic soundtracks, pre-colony nonsense and the like. It was beautiful but, sad.

I leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door to listen,

You drown in deeper oceans

Inventing new religions

They smile and stab my back

I lie and have to laugh

And it won't take long to burn

All eyes on me

Through the nothing that you've learned

All eyes on me

And the things you chose to be

All eyes on me

The water turned off, and Duo went to humming. I moved into the kitchen to wait for him, helping myself to the liquor cabinet.

Several minutes later, he wandered in, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. His ridiculously long hair loose and cascading in dripping chestnut falls down the front of his shoulder. Duo's got broad shoulders, not quite like Trowa's but broad enough, I guess I hadn't realized how slender he was despite them. He looked ethereal, despite his dumpy-slouched posture and shuffled footsteps. He was still humming to himself, his gaze was distant. I didn't think he'd noticed me sitting at the counter yet.

I cleared my throat.

"Duo."

"GAH!" Duo jumped like a rocket, landing back several steps in a defensive position, coiled, ready to spring in any direction. At least he hasn't lost THAT. I thought to myself.

"Damn! Wufei! You scared the hell out of me!" He grinned sheepishly, I shook my head.

"Idiot. What were you so spaced about anyway?"

"Sorry, guess I was just thinking about today, seems like forever ago I was on that ship, you know?"

I sighed, "I suppose that's reasonable."

Duo grinned, "I can't believe you're taking vacation time to come pal around with me!" he skipped to the fridge, pulling out a beer before joining me.

"I'm not here to pal-around." I growled, and immediately regretted it.

He downed almost half the can before coming up for air. "I'm not going to try and kill myself again. I don't need a babysitter."

"Who said anything about my coming here for you anyway?" I sneered, "I'm here because I need a goddamn vacation. Now shut the fuck up and hand me that bottle of vodka."

Duo broke into a laugh, "Right, right. Here."

I smiled, and held up my glass

"Cheers." Duo grinned, tapping his bottle against the rim. We drank in silence, Duo fiddling, annoyingly, with his hair.

I glanced over, suddenly remembering his burns.

"We should re-bandage your injury."

"Hn." Duo grunted, staring off into space again.

I refrained from punching him for you his Yuy-esque response and went to grab the medical supplies Sally had sent with me.

Duo sat silently sipping his beer while I re-wrapped his back. I stifled a yawn.

"Where are you sleeping?" I asked

"Couch upstairs."

I nodded, "I'll take the one down here than. I'll see you in the morning Maxwell."

"Right, 'night Fei."

He grabbed another two beers out of the fridge and slouched his way up the stairs. I heard the door slide open as he stepped onto the balcony, and the creak of him flopping into the hammock there.

I sighed and threw myself down on the couch.

Dammit Yuy! Why him?