A Gentle SHOVE In The Right Direction
Chapter 2: Mission Complete, Fumbled Confessions
By: Tripping Daisies
Rating: PG-13; for minor language usage
Spoilers: None that I can think of
P.O.V: Third Person
Pairings: planned 1x2, and 3x4
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Only the plot belongs to me.
Summary: New love could blossom in the war-torn, chaos-filled universe. But sometimes foolishness, arrogance, and adolescent stupidity prevent anything from happening. Then, all you need is a gentle nudge in the right direction…or in this case, a gentle shove.
// //: Heero's Thoughts
{ }: Duo's Thoughts
-- --: Wu Fei's thoughts
~*~: Scene Change
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After Heero's little 'episode' with the alarm clock, Quatre cautiously got out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom. There, he showered, changed, and groomed himself, getting ready to face the day when the mission should take place.
Heero, on the other hand, had taken his shower last night. While Quatre was busy doing so, he opened his laptop and checked over the mission briefing one last time. It was simple in its orders. They had been sent to this elite school a week earlier and told to look for suspicious students who exhibited favoritism to Oz. They'd found a fair few. Today, there would be a presentation at 1:30 from a popular politician. He wanted to have an active role in the school. This would give the pilots the perfect opportunity to sneak into the office, hack the mainframe computer, and search for information on those suspected students' families.
The day started off well. Quatre and Heero were early to their first class, Gym. During the time before class, Quatre chatted amiably with several of the students in their class. Heero sat, ramrod straight, as if waiting to attack someone. He did not speak and made eye contact with no one. Several classes later, Heero was starting to get bored. //I never was bored when around Duo. That baka always found ways to keep me entertained, even if it was trying to ignore him while I typed. //Heero wanted to laugh at that thought, but didn't, deciding it would draw attention to him. About ten minutes before the assembly, Heero stood, and stalked away without a word to anyone. At exactly 1:30, Quatre excused himself more politely, and went to meet Heero at the rendezvous point, which happened to be behind an old apple tree near the front gates of the school.
"You should have been here earlier," was the scathing welcome he got from the Perfect Soldier, whose mind was always centered on the mission.
"I'm sorry that I am not Mr. Precision Accuracy, okay? Don't get your spandex in a twist if I'm a few minutes late."
"You sound like Duo," Heero commented.
"Well, maybe I do. But then again, that kinda happens when you've been living with a person for several months, and they are your best friend," Quatre said, ready to defend himself if need be.
"Acknowledged. Now shut up, we have a mission to do. We are to access the mainframe computer of the school and search for information on students' families, whom we suspect to be affiliated with Oz. If anyone asks, we were appointed to watch the office, making sure it functions properly in the absence of administration. Understood?" Heero repeated the mission statement for the fiftieth time that day.
"YES! I. Understand." Quatre replied, edginess tinting his voice.
"Acknowledged."
Ten minutes after the assembly started, Heero took off at a light sprint, but Quatre had to all-out run to keep up with the man. They reached the office without resistance. However, when they tried to turn the knob, they found it locked.
"We must now enter by force," Heero said while scowling deeper.
"No. A little locked door is no trouble," a smirking Quatre deemed. He then pulled up his right pant leg, and removed a bobby pin from his sock. He held it up for Heero's inspection, dangling it between his thumb and forefinger. At Heero's nod, he expertly began to pick the lock. In no time at all, the door was open, and they were hopping over the counter to get to the computer.
"I thought Duo was the lock-pick of the pilots," Heero commented.
"Wait a minute! Was that a joke from Mr. Heero 'Perfect Soldier' Yuy?" Quatre said, truly shocked. "By God, I do have a lot to tell Duo!"
"You will do nothing of the sort," growled Heero, making Quatre understand that upon revelation of any of this to Duo, death would be eminent.
With that, they set about doing their work. Heero easily figured out the password, downloaded all of the files necessary to his disk, and shut off the computer in under 20 minutes. They left, making sure to lock the door back. Quickly sprinting back to their dorm room, they grabbed their previously packed gear and headed for the near-by forest. Taking the lifts up to their respective Gundams, they quickly left the privileged, pretentious school behind.
~*~
The door to the safe house opened, revealing Quatre and Heero standing behind it. The came into the safe house, and set their gear on the floor. Quickly, Quatre said a goodbye to Heero, and made his way over to Trowa, who leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to the blonde's forehead. Wu Fei looked at Quatre and said, "Good to see you, Winner." Quatre smiled in response, as Trowa led him upstairs, presumably to their room.
As Trowa passed Heero, he nodded silently. Heero nodded in turn, a mutually stoic greeting. Wu Fei waved at Heero in a dismissive way. // Now where is my Duo? // That question was quickly answered as he heard ka-thud, ka-thud, ka-thud. Heero mentally counted down the minutes until…//there it is! // Duo came racing down the stairs faster than lightning. He squealed with delight as he saw Heero.
"Hee-chan! You are home in one piece!" Duo lightly draped his arm around Heero's neck. He was about to pull back when a pair of muscled arms wrapped around his waist, effectively pulling Duo closer. {Well, no one ever expected that! Maybe Trowa is right about this 'fate' thing.} Just as quickly as those arms appeared, they were gone. //What am I doing?! I can't do this! // Heero pulled back, and aimed a piercing stare at Duo. The braided man shivered under his gaze.
"We must talk." Heero then led the way to his room. Once inside, Duo took his customary position on Heero's bed, and Heero himself sat in the chair facing his desk. The room didn't contain any more furniture than that.
"What'cha wanna know, Hee-chan?"
As much as that pet name annoyed Heero, he decided not to mention it.
"I…I wanted to know…" Heero mumbled and began to play with his hands.
"Wanted to know what?"
"What did you do while I was gone? All of your maintenance schedules filled out and turned in? Is Deathscythe in top, working condition?" Heero said, deciding that now was not the time to admit to anything.
Duo sighed audibly. {Is that all this damn asshole wants?! To know if I finished my work?! God damn! I thought he was inviting me up here to make out. But, no!!! Not Mr. Heero 'Perfect Soldier, Anal Retentive, Spandex Boy' Yuy!}
"Yes, Heero, I finished my work. Heero noticed the disappointment in Duo's voice, and that almost prompted him to try again. // Maybe Duo does want something more. // But in Duo's next statement, Heero quickly quashed that idea.
"Is that all, Heero?"
"Affirmative." Heero said, sounding a little disappointed himself. "I have mission reports to do, and I don't need you blabbering over my shoulder."
Duo turned on his heel and left, shutting the door behind him. Heero let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. // I seem to be doing that a lot lately. What is it about Duo that causes me to stop breathing properly? // He decided to go and ask Quatre. He proceeded to stalk down the hall, and had raised his hand to knock once on the door before he was stopped by the sounds he heard. Low, throaty moans made him forget any questions he was about to ask, and made another part of his body react. He needed this information, so he thought of others qualified to answer that question. // I will not ask Wu Fei. He will think me a weak onna. That leaves Duo. Could I dare to ask him a question that pertains to him? I suppose I could, if I conveniently forget certain parts of the question. //
With that, he proceeded down the hall. He again raised his hand to knock, and was stopped by a sound that twisted his heart. He heard small sobs coming from within the room. He decided against asking Duo and went back into his room, question unanswered. It could wait until tomorrow.
TBC…
A/N:
Daisies: Another chapter, written and done! Boy, do I feel accomplished?!
Muse Twiz: Even though you've gotten barely any reviews?
Daisies: The reviews are not what matters to me. It is the satisfaction of writing, which compels me to do so.
Muse Twiz: Now there you're lying to the world and yourself. Stop that! Bad Daisies!
Daisies: Fine! So it is the possibility of being reviewed which helps me to write, but I also do it because I like it. It is a satisfying outlet of feelings and emotion.
Muse Twiz: Good God, woman! Don't get philosophical on us. We're not here to read your theories on writing; we are here to read fanfiction!
Daisies: Then get to work, my muse! Do your magic! Inspire me!
Muse Twiz: Oh, boy. Here it goes.