'Quantum Duo' Part 2
Rated pg
By Wyvern
japeena@hotmail.com
http://moonmonkey.iwarp.com

Pairings: None really…a bit of 1+2…or should I say, Sam+1? Zzzn..pph…

Notes: *happy wave* Oi, minna! ^-^* That right, part two is up! And why? Well don't ask. I never know when I'm gonna write, this was just luck. ^^; Hope you like! (Thanks to Stormy-chan for actually telling me this was any good…I'm still not so sure. ;p)

By the way, I'm pretty sure that I'm getting details of the GW universe wrong. See, they still have their Gundams, but Relena is attended by Noin and Sally. That shouldn't be…should it? Heh, therefore, I blame it on artistic license! Bwa~~ah, can't get mad at me NOW!

Don't sue, I don't own them. No, Duo is not yet my pet of bittersweet desire…
*coughs* On with the story!

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Al had left for the night, leaving Sam to sit alone in his room. At the moment, he was attempting to de-tangle his humongous mass of hair. Taking it out of the braid had been easy, but running a brush through it without tearing it out at the roots was becoming quite the challenge. The damn stuff went past his butt, for Pete's sake. "How does he manage this?" Sam grunted, jerking the brush through another fistful of the brown nest.
Finally he just threw the brush down on the bed and huffed at it. "Forget it, I don't need to brush it tonight anyway. What kinda kid has this much hair in the first place?"
It had been about an hour since he'd left the dinner party behind, and it sounded like it could be almost over. The music that bled through his door was much quieter, as was the volume of conversation. Sam knew that he probably should have gone back, learned more about Quatre, maybe, but it was too late now. Dressed in only a tank-top and boxers, he wasn't equipped for high society anymore. Not that he'd felt in the right place at any point. Duo didn't feel like a boy who was used to fancy dinner parties, nor was he someone who enjoyed them. Duo felt like someone....Sam would get along with. Rather like he got along with Al.
Crawling up the large bed, he settled himself between the sheets and sighed. This Leap wasn't so far incredibly difficult, but it was proving to be pretty taxing on his emotional energy.
He was just drifting off to sleep when the door clicked open. Jumping a little, he managed to stay still in the bed while readying to leave it at any moment. When soft footsteps began to move around his room, Sam leapt from it in a graceful motion and pushed the intruder against the wall, wrapping one hand around a neck and coiling the other fist back, prepped to strike. "Who are you?" he snapped.
"Duo, it's me," came the reply.
'Heero.' Relieved but still a little apprehensive, Sam asked, "What're you doing?"
"Getting ready for bed."
"Oh." 'We must share the washroom,' he reasoned. He backed off and ducked his head a little. "Gomen nasai...I uh..forgot about that."
Heero watched him for a moment, only heightening Sam's awkwardness. Finally the other boy moved off and into the washroom, leaving Sam to return to bed. He buried his head into the pillow, attempting to bleed the heat out of his face, and soon dropped off into sleep, finally resting up after the beginnings of a tough Leap.

"That boy!" Relena scowled, slamming shut the door to her limo.
"Ms. Relena, you know that Duo was merely playing," a lovely young woman with strawberry-blond hair consoled.
"Sally, he was mocking me! He knows how I feel for Heero, and he flaunts the way he's lured him into his clutches." She clenched a dainty gloved fist. "That stupid boy, I'll get him if it's the last thing I do."
Another woman arched a sculpted dark eyebrow. "That is not very Queenly, Ms. Relena."
The young girl crossed her arms and pouted. "I do not care, Noin. I have been nothing but the best kind of host and friend to Heero Yuy, and yet still he ignores me!"
The two other women exchanged glances, Sally rolling her eyes. "Ms. Relena, please understand that although we want you to be happy, you have more pressing issues to attend to then a boy."
Relena sighed and sat up straight once again, pressing down the front of her dress. "Yes, I know. Please excuse me for that moment of weakness, I know that I must maintain a certain level of dignity." She nodded once. "For the people."
Noin sat back and smiled a little in relief. She knew that Relena could be very mature, and it was just a gift that she'd remembered that before the limo became ground-zero for another tantrum. She crossed her own long legs and lay her hands in her lap, looking out the tinted window as they drove off. Zechs was just coming out of the door, a few steps behind Treize. He happened to catch her eye just as they drove past, and he winked before looking away. Noin just barely kept in her girlish sigh and giggle.
Sally smirked and also took a more comfortable position, pulling out her small computer agenda, flying through the schedules for the next few months in a quick review. Unfortunately, it looked very boring. Mostly just courting Relena about from one event to the next. Sally detested them, Relena didn't seem to mind it in the least, and it appeared that Noin was able to swallow it. She sighed and shook her head. Sometimes, just sometimes, she missed the rough and tumble days of being a rebel. Being an attendant to one of the most powerful young girls in the world got a little tiring occasionally.
Behind her calm face, her prestige and all of the protocol, Relena was plotting. She wasn't going to sit back and let if happen anymore. She was this powerful, she should have what she wanted. Shouldn't she? 'Of course I should.'

Trowa offered his arm to his partner, who laced his own through it with a tired smile of thanks. Quatre sighed and as he waved 'goodbye' to the last guest, finally let the pleasant façade drop for the evening. "Mou, Trowa-chan, I'm pooped."
The other boy smiled softly and squeezed Quatre's arm. "You did very well tonight. The party went nicely."
"Hai, I think so too." He laughed brightly. "Not even Duo or Wufei caused much trouble tonight, ne?" His smile quickly faded to a look of concern, though, and he bit his lip. "I am worried about Duo, Trowa. I've never seen him act like he did earlier today…he's usually as comfortable in Deathscythe as he is in his own bed. And then at the dinner party, he seemed to be quite upset at Relena, and stomped out of the hall! He would usually just blow her off, or at the ultimate worst stand up and yell at her…but not fight with her fire."
Trowa nodded slightly turned them both back around to head up the steps. "I saw that too." He nodded to the attendants at the large double doors as they walked past and gave his lover's arm another squeeze. "Perhaps Duo was just feeling odd today. Coming down with a cold, maybe?"
Quatre shrugged, the worried look still in his eyes. "I hope that's all it is…but he feels so different. Haven't you seen it? It's like he's…a different person…"
A green eye shot over an inquisitive look. "Are you sensing something?"
"I don't know, but at any rate, I'm going to keep my eye on him. I don't want anything to happen to him."

Sam blearily opened his eyes, mumbling as he reached up to wipe off his face with a hand. He grunted and turned back into the pillow, snuggling back up against the body beside him. Violet eyes snapped open, the sleep flying from them. 'Wait a second…' In an oddly careful gesture not to disturb this person in his bed, he slowly turned around. "H-Heero!"
One blue eye cracked open. "Nani?" he asked dryly.
"What are you doing in my BED?!" Sam almost shrieked, backing up against the wall beside him.
The eye closed. "Shut up and go back to sleep, baka."
Sam shook his head. "N-no! Why are you in my bed?" He grabbed up a few of the sheets and pulled them close, butterflies taking flight in his stomach.
Heero opened up both eyes and propped himself up on one elbow, staring at the other boy. "You're serious?"
He nodded empathetically. "Hai!" 'Dammit, why'd I have to sleep facing the wall? I can't get out!'
"Duo, we share a bed."
"Why?"
"It's a big bed, Duo, or didn't you notice?"
Sam blinked. "Oh…" Right then, he didn't feel like pressing the matter anymore. He was far too startled. "Uh…fine, fine, but c-can I get out please?"
Heero lay back down and nuzzled the pillow. "Go nuts."
"Could you get out of the way, please?!" Sam asked a little desperately. Heero was almost as bad as some of the women he'd found himself in beds with in the past. 'Great thought. Peeeerfect thought.'
"I'm going back to sleep, get out on your own."
Sam almost whimpered. He just wanted to go to the bathroom, in all truths, but to get out he'd have to climb over Heero. 'So? What's the big deal? Just do it, you're both boys!' 'Maybe that's the problem…' He called up all of his nerve, and that stubborn streak he tended to display every so often, and threw off the sheets and moved over. He hoisted one leg over Heero's waist and leaned all of his weight into it. Safe on the other side, he climbed down the bed and padded over to the bathroom. 'See? What's the big deal? You two just probably share a bed because you're friends, or something.'
He closed the medicine cabinet door and frowned in appreciation of his reflection. "Looks like Duo is a morning person." Despite the everywhere-hair, his eyes were bright, that odd morning gloom that some people carried around was nowhere near the young man. Sam leaned over to wash his face and scooped up some of the water from the tap, getting most of the front of his mane quite wet in the process. He sighed exasperatedly and wiped off the water with a nearby towel.
"Morning, sunshine."
Turning around, Sam shut the door to the bathroom and leaned back against it. "Hey Al."
"How's it going? Everything alright?" Al inquired, putting one hand in his pocket.
Al walked over to the door and stuck his head through the wood, then came back with a grin. "Now why would you share a bed with another boy in a mansion like this, hmm?"
"Why? Why is it that we share a bed? Why does Heero seems to only show non-indifference towards Duo?" He motioned dramatically towards the other room in the midst of his tirade. "Why is that whenever that boy is around, Duo gets all weak-kneed?!"
"Because," Al replied with his signature smirk, "You two, are a couple, that's why."
Sam guffawed. "What? That's ridiculous, we---he---we're…" Sam finally deadpanned. "I'm really gay, aren't I."
"No, Duo is. Geez Sam, don't freak out. And here I though that I was the one who used to have problems with homosexuality."
"It's not that, Al! It's just…I'm in a relationship!" Sam began to pace back and forth on the tile floor. "Before-I mean last time, I was only 'assumed' to be gay, and that was fine. I don't have any trouble with gay people. Except that I'm not!" He shook his head. "I can't be in a relationship with another boy!"
"Why not? You've been in the shoes of plenty of husbands, or boyfriends, or fiancés, why not this?"
Sam moaned and sat down on the edge of the tub. "Because that was different. Duo may be gay, but I, Sam Beckett, am not, and I don't know if I can live this boy's life to that extent!"
"Look, Sam, don't get so uptight about this. What's the worst that can happen? Maybe you have to hold hands, or kiss, or something. It's all part of the mission."
"Yeah, I know…I guess that I was just a little surprised or something." He arched an eyebrow up to his friend. "They're an odd couple, I'll tell you that."
Al laughed. "You shoulda seen me and my third…no..fourth…second? No I was right, my third wife. Now that was quite the match." He bounced on the balls of his feet and grinned.
"What are you doing?"
Sam jumped up from the tub and spun around to the door. "Oh, nothing, I was just…eh heh…talking to myself. I had a bad dream and I thought talking it out might make me feel…better." He coughed awkwardly.
Heero walked over to him and leaned in so that their faces were close, brushing a few bangs out of his eyes. "Are you okay, Duo?"
"He sounds like a nice enough guy to me, Sam."
"I'm okay, I just…" Sam smiled. "I'm okay." He reached up and took Heero's hand, pulling it down. Al shot him a stern look, and Sam managed to not let go of his grip.
"Considering that usually you take full advantage of having to climb over me to get out of the bed…" Heero actually blushed a little bit, Sam meanwhile thought he was going to burn to a crisp. "Are you feeling sick or something?"
"N-no…no I'm fine, I just needed t-to go to the bathroom," he stuttered with a hard swallow.
Heero looked into his eyes for another moment, like he was searching for something from him. "If you say so." He stood up and walked over to the sink and opened the tap, pulling a wash cloth off the rack.
Sam let out a silent sigh and slumped down. 'I thought he was going to kiss me for a minute.' He watched Heero get ready. 'Nice ass, though.' 'Sonuva-'

*laughs* Mwaaaaaaahaaaa…I'm sorry, but that amuses me. And that is easily done. :B Anywhoo, I hope to hear from anybody who likes this, and to anybody who doesn't, well you can just shove it where the sun don't shine. ^.^
*cheerful wave* Bai bai!
~Wyvern