Well, here's another chapter for all of you lovely people. I must admit, I had a ton of fun writing this chapter. And here's the part where some of you have been waiting for. Make sure you drop me a line so I know what you think.

Zelda Dee – Everyone has to love frogzilla. E-chan so rocks for coming up with that idea.

Richard9311 – I can't wait for Wufei's reaction either. I still need to plan out when he finds out the truth.

Vitanie Tora – Oh, I'm sure that it will be interesting when Nataku finds out that Wufei knows, that is, if they don't find out at the same time. I'm still throwing ideas around in my head for this.

Shinigami Requiem – Well, here's an update. The point at the end was to make it sound somewhat creepy and leave you wonderful readers question what will happen next.

Dark Devotions – You'll have to wait and see if Duo gets in trouble. Don't worry, you'll find out that and more in this chapter. Sorry about the hippo thing.

DeathsDragon – I love duct tape. In fact, I carry a roll in my backpack and I have another roll somewhere in my car. And let's not forget my third roll some two hours away back in my home town. Keep trying and eventually you'll be able to hang onto a roll, even if it means hiding it from everyone. And you'll find out who that other person was, don't worry.

Pattyard – Thanks, I like it also. I just wish that I had more time to devote to it. That and my muse to come back and inspire me some more.

And now onto the ever famous disclaimers. sigh The only thing I own is frogzilla. Now if frogzilla actually existed, I would probably end up with the rights one way or another.

Chapter 19

Friday had came and passed. It was a memorable day. Wufei was glad to see it come. Duo had been caught in his plot against the school, or more accurate, his auto body shop teacher.

When everyone had gotten home on Thursday after school, all five of the pilots had gathered in the living room. They all knew it was Duo's fault that school was let out early, but how he caused it still had remained a mystery to them.

"Duo, what did that button do?" Trowa asked.

"What button?" Duo asked. He knew exactly which button Trowa was referring to, but did that mean he had to admit it? No. "There are a lot of buttons I saw today and they all do different things."

"Button?" Quatre asked.

"What do you mean by button?" Heero questioned.

"Duo had a remote control today at school. At the end of fourth hour, he wanted me to activate what that remote was for. Noticeably, afterwards was when the power went out. Before that happened, Duo's auto body class was destroyed," Trowa informed all.

All eyes turned to Duo, assessing just how guilty he was.

Duo kept a straight face. He wouldn't admit to anything. Well, not unless he was questioned straight out that he couldn't talk his way out of. And it looked like the conversation was heading that way.

Damn.

Then Friday had hit. Duo was in his first hour class, English, when he got called out by a note from the office. Not thinking anything of it, too much anyways, Duo gathered his belongings and went to the office. There he was met with Mr. McMillan, his auto body teacher.

That should have been his first clue. But this is Duo that we are talking about. He ignores all that doesn't concern him or what he does not want to acknowledge. And, of course, he never thought that he could be connected with Frogzilla.

One would ask why at this. It is a simple answer. Frogzilla was the normal size of a frog and when he had returned to Duo, the halls were flooded in darkness, making it hard for anyone to spot, let alone follow, such a small creation.

At the end of that meeting, Duo had walked away with two weeks of detention, including Saturday school the very next day. Duo was sure Mr. McMillan would have given him a longer detention span if not for the fact that anything after two weeks actually called for suspension. But, seeing as how the teacher actually wanted Duo to stay in class and see how his twisted mind worked, Duo had walked away with the detentions and not the suspension or expulsion like he should have had.

Of course, Duo having Saturday school meant that he could not go on the mission with the other guys. Heero wasn't going to be happy with this. They had already planned out their strategy for the five of them. Now they would be down to four, and this meant a new plan of attack, or at least, the rearranging of responsibly for the mission. Duo would no longer be breaking into the base and getting the required information. This would now have to be passed to another member of the team.

'And Deathy isn't going to be happy about this either. He was looking forward to going in battle. Maybe I'll activate Frogzilla so Deathy won't be alone.'

Duo wasn't looking forward to going home that day after school. He had neglected to tell the guys during lunch about his detention. He couldn't put it off much longer. After all, they did need time to come up with a new plan of action and to berate him for pulling such a stunt right before a mission.

So, here he was now, at school, on a Saturday while the others were off having fun. Standing in front of a copier machine, making all the copies that Mr. McMillan would need for the next two weeks.

Duo had just put in the next sheet of paper that needed 150 copies. Turning around, Duo looked at the high school office that was active behind him. There were two other copy machines that other teachers were using. The secretaries were catching up on work they neglected or hadn't accomplished during the week and both the vice principle and principle were filling out forms.

Everyone was active, never staying in one single place for too long. The movements of the people who were moving were graceful, almost like a dance. The staff skillfully moved around one another while carrying various objects in their arms.

Turning back around, Duo put in the next four sheets that would become a two two-sided document and stapled together. After doing that, Duo empted the tray that held the finished papers that were already copied and moved them on a table with the other finished copies.

And he still had a weeks worth of copies to go.

Fast Forward

Duo was walking up the sidewalk to the safe house. He had gotten done with his Saturday school and wanted nothing more than to just be away from the school and the staff that it hosted.

Opening the front door, Duo called out "Honey, I'm home!"

Duo received no answer. Someone always answered his call when he had arrived back home. One form of it would be Quatre welcoming him back while another was Wufei telling him he was idiot and threatening him to be quiet.

Since Duo received no answer, he knew that he was home alone. The others hadn't gotten back from their mission yet. This meant that he was safe to go down to the hanger and chat with Deathscythe with no fear of someone finding out their secret.

Walking down a few hallways and down a flight or two of stairs, Duo stood outside of the hanger's door. Opening the door and turning on the light, Duo was met with only the sight of Deathscythe. This reassured him that he was the only one home and could do whatever he wanted.

"Oh, Deathscythe," Duo sang out, loudly. He didn't bother to close the hanger door, knowing he could make a quick escape that way should one of the Gundams open the outside hanger door to dock.

"You're back," answered a voice as the floor vibrated under Duo's feet. Deathscythe was making his way over to where Duo was. Duo also walked over and met him halfway.

"It's a near miss. I nearly died of boredom from making copies all day. I'd rather get beaten from OZ than go through that torture again." Duo then continued to tell Deathscythe all about his day.

Something caught Deathscythe's attention. "Uh, Duo?"

"And you know what's worse?" Duo continued again, nonplused by Deathscythe interrupting him.

"Duo," Deathscythe tried once more. He was hoping that Duo would catch the underlying tone in his voice, no matter how subtle it was.

"I also get to make copies again next Saturday. Can't Mr. McMillan come up with a more creative punishment than to just make copies?"

"DUO," Deathscythe said more forcefully this time. Thankfully, he finally had Duo's full attention. Now the question was how was he going to tell Duo what he needed to.

"This is why you kept disappearing down to the hanger."

Duo froze at the new voice, a third voice. That wasn't supposed to happen. Duo looked up at Deathscythe. "Tell me that someone isn't standing behind me, that I just didn't hear that."

Deathscythe remained quiet, silently telling Duo that he did just hear what he thought he heard, that their secret just got exposed to another person.

Duo slowly turned around, fear in his movements. He knew that he and Deathscythe were found out. How could that happen? Deathscythe was the only Gundam there in the hanger. That meant that none of the other pilots should have been home. But he recognized the voice, and it did belong to one of the other pilots.

Little by little, Trowa came into Duo's line of sight. He was leaning against the open door frame, watching the two with amusement in his one visible eye. His arms were folded across his chest with a smile tugging at his mouth.

"Trowa?" Duo asked meekly.

"Trowa shouldn't be here. He never landed with Heavyarms," said Deathscythe. His voice did not show that he was affected at all with Trowa finding them. If anything, it sounded like he was indifferent to the whole situation.

"Heavyarm is back at the battle," Trowa answered the unasked question. "But this is more interesting."

Duo slapped a hand to his face, making a loud sound, before slowly dragging his hand down his face. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

Trowa

Going back in time, one would find out how Trowa happened to be back at the safe house without Heavyarms before Duo got back from his Saturday school. It had all happened when he left with Heero, Quatre, and Wufei to go on their mission. Duo had Saturday school, so he could not make it.

The four of them were flying to an Oz base that was about to meet its destruction. Heero, Quatre, and Wufei were going to keep Oz's attention while he snuck into the base, gathering the information they needed, and then clear the computers of any and all information. Once he left the building, he would signal to the others that they could level the site.

All had gone to plan, to a certain point. All four of them had made it to the base safely, unharmed. Trowa had infiltrated the base and had gathered the required data. He had also left the building unharmed, but this was where the plans took a detour.

Apparently, Oz had pulled out all of the stops. Every Oz personal was out fighting the Gundams, from foot, mobile suit, and building alike. The fire was so heavy and deep that Trowa had no hope of getting to his Gundam unharmed, let alone alive.

This severally limited the actions he could perform. His options where to somehow get one of the other pilots to take him to his Gundam, not only risking his but every pilot's lives, or he could hijack a jeep and make his way back to town, before trading cars to go back to the safehouse.

"03 to 01, copy," Trowa called on the transmitter on his person.

"01 here, copy," called back the voice of Heero. "Report."

"Our objective has been attainted. Combat is too fierce to reach original transport."

"Copy that. Go to the safehouse."

"Good luck. 03 out."

As Trowa made his way towards one of the many hangers, he was glad that he left Heavyarms a little ways out in the surrounding area, in the woods. Granted, if it was closer, he probably could have made it back to his Gundam safely, but the risk of Oz commandeering Heavyarms was also higher. No, it was better like this.

Spotting a jeep that some Oz personal had just vacated, Trowa hopped in and drove off, telling Heero when he safely left the base with the information still intact. Not long after, Trowa could see a raging fire in the mirrors of the car. The sounds of battle still reached his ear, fainter then what they would have been if he was actually in the battle, but still loud, none the less.

Trowa easily made it back to town with no trouble what so ever. At a local Starbucks he ditched the jeep. Finding some spare change in one of the compartments, Trowa caught the local city bus and took it back to a half mile radius of the safehouse. From that point on, he walked on foot.

Upon arriving home, he found he was the first one back. Duo must still be serving his detention while the others were most likely doing last minute cleanup and be on transport back. In fact, he was surprised that he was the first one to make it back.

Seeing as how there wasn't much for him to do at that moment in time, Trowa took the disk of information and set it by Heero's laptop. Heero always liked to be the first one to review any information retrieved, alone or otherwise, but always shared what he had found with the others.

After leaving Heero's room, Trowa looked at himself quickly in a mirror. His clothing was not marred in any manner, therefore, there was no need to put a new pair on. While there was some grime and sweat on his face, he saw no reason why he couldn't just do a quick wash up on his face.

While rubbing the clean, hot cloth against his face, Trowa heard the front door open and Duo shout "Honey, I'm home!" Seeing as there was no need to rush what he was doing, Trowa finished washing at his set pace before leaving to tell Duo what he knew of the mission and that Duo would be helping him retrieve Heavyarms later.

Trowa heard a noise from under him. Good, this must mean that Duo was on his way down to the hanger. While Duo did spend a lot of time down there, Duo could be checking to see if he and the others were back and if they needed help with anything.

Walking around a corner on the very most bottom floor, a light was spilling out of a doorway. This door lead into the hanger. Trowa could hear Duo's voice coming out from it. Had the others docked, back from their mission, but had not made it up to the main level of their safehouse?

Trowa walked to the doorway, before taking the in the site before his eyes. Leaning against the door jam, folding one leg over the other and crossing his arms across his chest, Trowa just observed what was presented before him, hoping it would reveal pertinent information. At least, he hoped, that he would be able to catch it once he got over his shock of seeing one of the Gundams alive, and what more, conversing with Duo.

Shortly after leaning against the door jam, Trowa saw a pair of eyes rise to meet his. Now one might wonder what they would do at the point. One might yell out an ear piercing screech of 'hello' (Duo), while another could faint. A third could be frozen from shock while a fourth demanded to know just what in the hell was going on. But Trowa didn't do this. No, instead he just nodded a friendly nod and continued to watch.

Trowa knew that Deathscythe knew that their cover was broken, that they've been found out. So it came a no surprise when he heard Deathscythe say "uh, Duo?"

Duo had continued talking on.

"Duo," Deathscythe tried once more, a little more forcefully. Trowa had certainly heard the underlying tone in his voice. But Duo had not.

"DUO!" Deathscythe yelled. He was rewarded with Duo blinking up at him, confused as to why he had interrupted Duo's rant.

Trowa could easily see that Deathscythe didn't know what to say next, so he chose to speak next. "This is why you kept disappearing down to the hanger."

Trowa got a sense of pleasure when he saw Duo stiffen up, not believing that he had heard a third voice.

"Tell me that someone isn't standing behind me, that I just didn't hear that."

Everyone heard the plea in Duo's voice. When no one made any move to answer that question, Duo started to slowly turn around. "Trowa?" Duo asked meekly.

Deathscythe had apparently just found his voice again because he added "Trowa shouldn't be here. He never landed with Heavyarms."

Quite enjoying how things were going at the moment, Trowa continued this conversation like it could be heard on every street corner at any time, day or night. "Heavyarms is back at the battle. But this is more interesting."

Duo slapped a hand to his face, making a loud sound, before slowly dragging his hand down his face. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

"Not before I can talk to you more about it, no," Trowa answered. He then turned to Deathscythe. "I also don't want anyone other than you two knowing that I know this secret, including Heavyarms."

Deathscythe smiled. "The only one who knows of this are you two and myself. If you think that I'm telling Nataku and the others, you have another thing coming. They'd kill me. I like being alive, thank you ever much so."

"If you keep my finding secret, I'll tell none of what happened here today," Trowa confirmed.

"You mean that man?" Duo asked.

Trowa nodded. "But that doesn't mean that we won't talk about it when we retrieve Heavyarms."

Not much more could be said. Wing, Sandrock, and Nataku were landing. Deathscythe was quickly in his spot before the hanger's loading doors were fully open, leaving Duo and Trowa by the second hanger door to watch the others land.

"We'll talk about this later." With that said, Trowa met the others to see how the mission had gone.

Duo, on the other hand, was trying to decide if Trowa knowing was a good thing or not. Trowa could most defiantly, as some say, not spill the beans, because if Trowa chose to spill the beans, it would be for his own purpose and not from some accident. But Trowa could also be a valuable ally also. Duo knew that only time would show if Trowa knowing was a good or a bad situation that had happened to them.

Boy, did he ever hope for good.

AN: Okay, I so want to know what everyone thinks about Trowa finding out. I will tell you now that it will be a while before someone else finds out, but it will happen. I just don't know how soon.

Seriously, I'm running low on ideas for my next few chapters. I know what I'm doing for chapter 20, but that's it. Any, and I mean any, ideas that you have I will welcome. I know that they will help. So if you love this story and actually want to see me update more frequently, you better review and give me ideas.