Hello all, this was 'Sex and the city' and I've not only changed the title but the prologue and I've rewritten the rest etc… J

Title: Somewhat Damaged

Author: Raven (spirit_raven_willow@hotmail.com)
Contents: Yaoi!!! Semi-AU (set after endless waltz), slightly OOC, future lemons

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 6x5 (6+2… sort of)
Notes: I have no real idea where this is gonna go so C&C VERY welcome. Duo, Heero and Wufei work for the Preventers, Trowa is a Journalist, Quatre works for Winner Inc and Zechs owns a gay/Bi bar (this may or may not have *any* significance to the plot I haven't decided) anyway it's after endless waltz and everyone it trying to have normal lives and forget the war but old scars don't always fade.

Italics denote flashbacks
Archive: Anywhere but ask please

Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=444812

A little piece of Gundam Wing:

http://raygunworks.net/singles2/somewhat/somewhat.html

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue… All you'll get is a purple bunny named Duo and coursework.

Prologue – The odd couple

Caitlin P.O.V.

It was the kind of cold November afternoon in which the rain pelted down in torrents and the occasional clap of thunder and lightning was heard as if whatever deities were up there were having a domestic row and we were feeling the after affects. I looked up from cleaning the nozzle on the cappuccino machine to see a couple come in both dripping wet.

Both, I guessed, were around seventeen, eighteen but when the one with shaggy brown hair looked me in the eyes as some sort of greeting, I saw an old soul that had been through more than he should have. Maybe he had been one of those special ops pilots in the war. I looked down quickly trying to avoid that gaze.

"Heero! Stop freaking out the nice coffee woman." The other one said shrugging of her coat, pulling out a long brain from underneath her t-shirt which appeared, for the most part, to be dry.

"Hn." The guy replied. He was quiet but not shy which was a sharp contrast to the bundle of nervous energy that stood next to him. However the feeling I got was that it was a joker's mask. A callous built up out of necessity that I feared what was held underneath.

"Come on, buddy, whatcha want?" the braided one asked Heero.

He looked up at me, "Triple espresso, no cream, no sugar" and added as an after thought, "Please Miss" and what I believed was his whole hearted attempt to be a smile.

"Wow! Really adventurous there Hee-chan." She smiled at her companion. Her voice was a little low for a girl and she was very flat chests but then again what guy would have hair like that; or such large eyes, which I noted as she brushed her bangs up out of her face, were the most unusual shade of violet.

"Well," she announced, "unlike my extremely boring friend here when it comes to coffee, I'll have a gingerbread latte with extra whipped cream."

She turned back to her friend and looked disapproving, "Geese baka! You'll get a cold if you keep your wet clothes on." She proceeded to unwrap him like a giant Christmas present so he eventually stood there in a dry green tank top and blue jeans.

"That'll be $5.80 shugah." I said as they had appeared to have forgotten my presence.

"Gomen nasi, here" he held out the correct money.

"Thanks hun," I said as they grabbed their coffee from the end of the bar and walked to a table which had a sofa and a chair near the back. They dumped their wet clothes and coats on the chair and sat next to each other in the sofa staring out of the window.

As I watched them, they kept sneaking glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. The braided one sat up and looked over at the cobalt eyed boy and gently, as if she moved to fast the image would shatter, brushed his bangs back out of his eyes. He dropped his hand quickly, as if stung, while the other seemed to not have minded the brief contact. She then leaned over and picking up the mug, drank noisily with much enthusiasm, as if trying to cover up the slip of her obvious feelings.

"Duo, I think you're the only boy on the earth sphere that could get orgasmic over coffee." Boy? Well that was a shocker but as I looked harder I saw that his shoulders were a little wider than a girl's would have been and there was a definite musculature that you could see under the t-shirt that made him defiantly male.

This shocked me a bit, how could they in love if they were both boys? But then I realised that it doesn't matter what gender you are: love is love.

The pair made an odd couple; one was loud and made very animated hand/arm motions as he recounted an action movie he'd seen on the TV the previous night; while the other was reserves, calmly listening with interest. The next difference was their appearance, although they were both the same height, Duo was more willowy than Heero, with bone that liked like they might snap if you grasped too hard. His porcelain skin glowed in contrast to the golden Asian skin of his Japanese friend. And the most startling thing about him was his hair: not 'hippy' long as some may have said but tightly braided with a heavy fringe covering his forehead and sometimes his eyes.

But the way they were together was as if they were no different. They were completely at ease with each other's presence and acted like there was no one else in the coffee house with the. They had an aura of happiness around them that I was in very few people. Working in the 'Aroma Room' as I had for too many years, I've seen more than a few couples, some married, some not and I knew the ones in love and the ones who though they were. Sometimes when you look at a couple they 'meld' and sometime you look and you see them like two jigsaw pieces that are not meant to fit but have been jammed together by external forces or sheer will power.

I looked at those two sitting on the couch, Duo had shifted so he was laying sprawled across the sofa with his head on Heero's lap and hair upbraided, drying off one of the arms. He had his eyes closed, like he was trying to savour the moment. Heero was absently playing with the damp chestnut strands.

About an hour passed and they eventually got up. The rain had stopped and waving goodbye Duo paused in the doorway and pointed up at the new moon poking out of the clouds.

"Hey make a wish," he said before starting to walk down the street. Heero paused for a few more seconds and said in a voice I could just hear, "I wish I had you."

Tbc…