A moment later, a nurse burst through the door saying, "Doctor! We need you *now*!"
Giving the now silent, and still slightly pale boys a look, the doctor quickly followed the nurse out, "Don't let anyone in exam 3," she told the girl as the door swung shut behind them.
After staring at the closed door for a moment, Duo turned towards Heero, shock and confusion stamped on his features, "Wha ...what?! ....how....?" he sputtered
Heero just stared at him blankly for a moment be fore answering, "I don't know Duo, I just don't know......"
Pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around them, Duo rested his
forehead on his knees. Rocking back and forth, and muttering something to himself, Duo thought things through for several minutes before speaking again, "I'm gonna keep the baby, but....." here he lifted his head from his knees and gave Heero a pleading look, "......I wont be able to do it by myself .....I'll need help .....please help me.....?"
Finally knocked out of his stupor by Duo's words, Heero quickly moved from his place in the chair to sit beside Duo on the bed and catching the braided pilot in a fierce hug, "Baka, do you think I would leave you to do this all on your own? *Never* will you be alone through this. Even if I can't be there, the others sure as hell will. Don't worry, everything'll work out," he promised with a tight squeeze before releasing Duo from the hug.
Leaning back against Heero's chest, and closing his eyes when Heero replaced his arm around him, Duo said, "Thank you Heero, I hope you're right,"
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Later, when Duo and Heero returned to the safehouse, Duo went directly to their room, closed the door, and cranked up his stereo system, a clear sign that he did not want to be bothered. This left Heero to explain the situation to the others, who were now all home, and plaguing him with questions.
"Heero, what's wrong? Why did he just go into your room?"
"Yuy, what's Maxwell's problem this time?"
"Something's obviously wrong with him Heero, we want to know. Spill already!"
Having already talked it over with Duo and agreed to tell the others what was going on, Heero explained, "He's pregnant."
This casual statement caused them all to stop mid sentence with their mouths open, and all together chorusing, "Huh?!"
"And I'm the father...... " he muttered looking away.
That comment really blew them away, they all went white, and Quatre had to lean against Trowa for support. After letting the information sink in for a moment, Heero continued with his explanation "Were not sure how, we've got our suspicions, but ........there's not way to find out for sure. Are you guys okay?" he asked as he noticed the others were still looking at him like he'd grown a second head, and looking a little pale.
"Not sure how?! How the hell else do you get pregnant than .....than ....the obvious!?!" Wufei almost yelled, his face turning red.
"I don't know, but I've never even touched him. No matter how much I wanted to, not even a kiss......" he finished his statement in a barely audible whisper, that he thought the others couldn't hear, since he was still facing away from them. Turning back toward them, Heero motioned towards the door, from which blaring music was emanating from, with his hand, "He want's the baby, and so do I, but I'll need your help, I-- ...*we* can't risk losing him. He's to important." With that Heero walked away down the hallway, heading for the den for something to do.
A few minutes later, Heero could hear someone, probably Wufei, banging around in the kitchen
preparing dinner. As Heero was standing in front of the dilapidated bookshelf looking for something to read, he could sense someone watching him. Turning around, he faced Trowa, who was leaning against the door frame, his one visible green eye focused on him.
"Where's Quatre?" he inquired, noticing the Latino's blonde companion was absent.
Smiling slightly, he replied, "Wufei is trying to teach him how to cook, but I'd bet he'll be chased out of the kitchen by a katana wielding Wufei in about 15 minutes"
"Hn." was the only reply he got from a smirking Heero as he turned back around to study the bookcase again.
"Do you love him?" when Heero spun around with a confused, but mostly startled look, Trowa clarified, "Duo. Do you love him?" when Heero looked away, he continued, "You do, don't you?"
Without raising his head, Heero nodded slightly, with a mumbled, "Yes....."
"I thought as much, and with your comment in the hall earlier...........well, I was curious as to if your relationship with him was ..........more then platonic, I guess that answered my question."
"You heard what I said? And what do you mean 'you thought as much'?" Heero questioned the unibanged pilot.
"I notice, and hear, more than you would think I do. Also, we're not blind, we could see how much you cared for him." Trowa replied, a little smile playing about his lips.
"We? Seems like everybody knows how I feel...." here he gave a humorless laugh "....except Duo."
"I wouldn't bet on that. My guess would be that he knows *exactly* how you feel, he's not as oblivious to what goes on around him as he acts." Trowa observed.
"But if he knows then wh-" Heero's question was cut short when Quatre, who was covered from head to toe in what looked like flour, burst through the door into the den to hide behind Trowa.
"Kisama! Winner, where are you?! Get out here!" Wufei, who was also white from head to toe, roared as he entered to den right on Quatre's heels.
Trying hard not to laugh, Heero looked at Wufei, "What happened to you two? You look like abominable snowmen."
"I told him," Wufei said, pointing to the now white haired Arab, "to open the flour so we could bread some chicken. Instead of cutting off the top, he ripped the whole thing open, it looks like a flash blizzard swept through the kitchen. And look at me! I'll have flour in my hair for days!" he wailed trying to dust some of the white stuff from his head.
"Here Wufei, let me help you," Heero offered as he moved towards the white haired Chinese boy, "If you let it out of the ponytail it'll be easier to get the flour out," he said as he deftly yanked out the tie, allowing Wufei's hair to fall around his shoulders, "Now, bend over and shake your head, and run your fingers through it. You too Quatre," he instructed.
"We're going to have a white carpet now you know, we should have done this outside," the neat freak Arab muttered from his bent position.
"We wouldn't be doing this in the first place if you had used a pair is scissors, instead of trying to impress the flour bag with your strength," Wufei retorted as he straightened himself, and went over to the mirror hanging on the wall to retie his hair.
"C'mon let's go, you and Heero can finish dinner, while me and Quatre clean up the kitchen" Trowa said, as he walked out of the den, towards the hallway. As the others followed, Quatre still dusting flour out of his hair as he went.
============End Part Three============
Giving the now silent, and still slightly pale boys a look, the doctor quickly followed the nurse out, "Don't let anyone in exam 3," she told the girl as the door swung shut behind them.
After staring at the closed door for a moment, Duo turned towards Heero, shock and confusion stamped on his features, "Wha ...what?! ....how....?" he sputtered
Heero just stared at him blankly for a moment be fore answering, "I don't know Duo, I just don't know......"
Pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around them, Duo rested his
forehead on his knees. Rocking back and forth, and muttering something to himself, Duo thought things through for several minutes before speaking again, "I'm gonna keep the baby, but....." here he lifted his head from his knees and gave Heero a pleading look, "......I wont be able to do it by myself .....I'll need help .....please help me.....?"
Finally knocked out of his stupor by Duo's words, Heero quickly moved from his place in the chair to sit beside Duo on the bed and catching the braided pilot in a fierce hug, "Baka, do you think I would leave you to do this all on your own? *Never* will you be alone through this. Even if I can't be there, the others sure as hell will. Don't worry, everything'll work out," he promised with a tight squeeze before releasing Duo from the hug.
Leaning back against Heero's chest, and closing his eyes when Heero replaced his arm around him, Duo said, "Thank you Heero, I hope you're right,"
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Later, when Duo and Heero returned to the safehouse, Duo went directly to their room, closed the door, and cranked up his stereo system, a clear sign that he did not want to be bothered. This left Heero to explain the situation to the others, who were now all home, and plaguing him with questions.
"Heero, what's wrong? Why did he just go into your room?"
"Yuy, what's Maxwell's problem this time?"
"Something's obviously wrong with him Heero, we want to know. Spill already!"
Having already talked it over with Duo and agreed to tell the others what was going on, Heero explained, "He's pregnant."
This casual statement caused them all to stop mid sentence with their mouths open, and all together chorusing, "Huh?!"
"And I'm the father...... " he muttered looking away.
That comment really blew them away, they all went white, and Quatre had to lean against Trowa for support. After letting the information sink in for a moment, Heero continued with his explanation "Were not sure how, we've got our suspicions, but ........there's not way to find out for sure. Are you guys okay?" he asked as he noticed the others were still looking at him like he'd grown a second head, and looking a little pale.
"Not sure how?! How the hell else do you get pregnant than .....than ....the obvious!?!" Wufei almost yelled, his face turning red.
"I don't know, but I've never even touched him. No matter how much I wanted to, not even a kiss......" he finished his statement in a barely audible whisper, that he thought the others couldn't hear, since he was still facing away from them. Turning back toward them, Heero motioned towards the door, from which blaring music was emanating from, with his hand, "He want's the baby, and so do I, but I'll need your help, I-- ...*we* can't risk losing him. He's to important." With that Heero walked away down the hallway, heading for the den for something to do.
A few minutes later, Heero could hear someone, probably Wufei, banging around in the kitchen
preparing dinner. As Heero was standing in front of the dilapidated bookshelf looking for something to read, he could sense someone watching him. Turning around, he faced Trowa, who was leaning against the door frame, his one visible green eye focused on him.
"Where's Quatre?" he inquired, noticing the Latino's blonde companion was absent.
Smiling slightly, he replied, "Wufei is trying to teach him how to cook, but I'd bet he'll be chased out of the kitchen by a katana wielding Wufei in about 15 minutes"
"Hn." was the only reply he got from a smirking Heero as he turned back around to study the bookcase again.
"Do you love him?" when Heero spun around with a confused, but mostly startled look, Trowa clarified, "Duo. Do you love him?" when Heero looked away, he continued, "You do, don't you?"
Without raising his head, Heero nodded slightly, with a mumbled, "Yes....."
"I thought as much, and with your comment in the hall earlier...........well, I was curious as to if your relationship with him was ..........more then platonic, I guess that answered my question."
"You heard what I said? And what do you mean 'you thought as much'?" Heero questioned the unibanged pilot.
"I notice, and hear, more than you would think I do. Also, we're not blind, we could see how much you cared for him." Trowa replied, a little smile playing about his lips.
"We? Seems like everybody knows how I feel...." here he gave a humorless laugh "....except Duo."
"I wouldn't bet on that. My guess would be that he knows *exactly* how you feel, he's not as oblivious to what goes on around him as he acts." Trowa observed.
"But if he knows then wh-" Heero's question was cut short when Quatre, who was covered from head to toe in what looked like flour, burst through the door into the den to hide behind Trowa.
"Kisama! Winner, where are you?! Get out here!" Wufei, who was also white from head to toe, roared as he entered to den right on Quatre's heels.
Trying hard not to laugh, Heero looked at Wufei, "What happened to you two? You look like abominable snowmen."
"I told him," Wufei said, pointing to the now white haired Arab, "to open the flour so we could bread some chicken. Instead of cutting off the top, he ripped the whole thing open, it looks like a flash blizzard swept through the kitchen. And look at me! I'll have flour in my hair for days!" he wailed trying to dust some of the white stuff from his head.
"Here Wufei, let me help you," Heero offered as he moved towards the white haired Chinese boy, "If you let it out of the ponytail it'll be easier to get the flour out," he said as he deftly yanked out the tie, allowing Wufei's hair to fall around his shoulders, "Now, bend over and shake your head, and run your fingers through it. You too Quatre," he instructed.
"We're going to have a white carpet now you know, we should have done this outside," the neat freak Arab muttered from his bent position.
"We wouldn't be doing this in the first place if you had used a pair is scissors, instead of trying to impress the flour bag with your strength," Wufei retorted as he straightened himself, and went over to the mirror hanging on the wall to retie his hair.
"C'mon let's go, you and Heero can finish dinner, while me and Quatre clean up the kitchen" Trowa said, as he walked out of the den, towards the hallway. As the others followed, Quatre still dusting flour out of his hair as he went.
============End Part Three============
