Warnings: Trowa and Heero have an.. erm… interesting conversation at the beginning. There is a little reference to sex here, but I don't think it's enough to change the rating. If you have a complaint, I'll be happy to listen.

Author's note 1: Please, please, pleeeeeeaaaase! Someone! Tell me that someone has figured out what's wrong with Duo! I don't know how many more hints I can give you baka readers without telling you flat out!

Mel: *taps foot* Tsuru?

Tsuru: *freezes at computer* Uh oh…

Mel: Up.

Tsuru: *stands up, slowly*

Author's note 2: You guys should probably make sure you read the edited chapter 11, or this won't make much sense to you….

Mel: Now… TARGET PRACTICE!!!!! *shoots water pistol wildly at Tsuru, soaking numerous papers and books on her desk*

Tsuru: . I'm. Wet.

Mel: That's the point, baka.

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own it.

Lawyers: ?.?

Mel: *sighs* not you again…

Lawyer 1: Don't won what?

Other lawyers: *in unison* Own. Not won.

Lawyer 1: Oh. I thought that didn't make sense.

Mel: -_- Great… smart-aleck, dyslexic, cookie guzzling lawyers… Where do you guys come from, anyway?

Lawyer 1: *hands Mel a piece of paper*

Mel: lleh? Erm… is that like llama? Well, that makes sense. You should be put in a zoo.

Lawyer 2: -_-() ignore the intern. He's not trained to handle a class X-2.

Mel: Class X-2? *blinks* huh? *is handed another piece of paper* Hell? Oh. Ok… I would have thought I would see more of you then… Or maybe that's why I get stuck with you baka instead of nice lawyers like Blue Blaze's Grandfather… Anyway, that's enough babble. If you guys aren't satisfied, wait until the end of the fic.

Trowa flopped down in the chair across from Heero in the living room. He heard the chair creak with his weight, but it didn't feel any less sturdy. Heero glanced up from his laptop for a moment, then went back to work.

"What's wrong Trowa? Didn't get any last night?" Trowa ignored the second comment and simply answered the first.

"Quatre stayed up all night researching Duo's problem on his laptop." Heero's typing came to a pause and he looked Trowa in the eyes. They stared at each other for a long time before one of the front legs of the chair Trowa was sitting on snapped, sending him flying to the floor.

"So I was right." He skillfully caught a pillow inches from his face, then smirked. Trowa picked up a thick book to place under the corner of the chair, then sat in it again.

"If that were the problem, I would fuck you right here." To emphasize this statement, Trowa leaned forward and rubbed Heero's thigh.

"No thanks." Heero brushed away the hand, and Trowa sat up again. "I don't do guys."

"I could change your mind… Quatre and I always thought you and Duo would make a cute couple…" A small chuckle made both boys turn their attention to the doorway. Quatre grinned and sat down on the couch next to Heero.

"Are you two at it again?" Heero just grunted and went back to work. Quatre looked over his shoulder, watching him work. "Don't bother. I already checked that site. Nothing."

"You should let me know where you've looked so we don't keep finding the same information over and over."

"You should check your e-mail more often. I sent you everything you'd need." Quatre stood up, stretched, then sat down on Trowa's lap.

"Quatre, I don't think that's a good idea…." The blond boy nuzzled Trowa's neck before pulling back.

"Why not?"

"I don't think this chair likes m—" as if on cue, the back leg of the chair snapped, sending the two tumbling backwards. Quatre rolled backwards before stopping, and Trowa flipped over his head on top of the smaller boy. Heero smirked, then went back to his e-mails. "Yuy, you say anything…"

"Shhh! Trowa! Be nice!" Quatre grinned, then pushed Trowa off of him so he could stand up. "That's what you get for trying to sit in that chair. You know Wufei fixed it last time it broke." He chuckled again, then sat down on the couch next to Heero. "I'll just sit with Hee-chan…" Trowa stood up and sat down on the couch in the remaining seat, on the other side of Quatre.

"Hee-chan?" Heero quirked an eyebrow at Quatre, who had draped his arm over his shoulder and was watching the laptop. "Are you alright?"

"Hmm? Yeah. I'm fine. I think Trowa's the one we should be worried about. I haven't heard a word out of him since he fell out of the chair." Quatre grinned and leaned more fully against Heero's body.

"Hnrrrrr…." Trowa growled possessively and pulled Quatre toward himself, claiming his lips in a rough kiss. When he was finished, Quatre leaned back and grinned, rubbing Trowa's saliva off of the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You know? I don't think it's fair that you get all the fun." He leaned back and folded his legs underneath him, so he was half lying on Trowa.

"That looks uncomfortable…"

"Well, if Heero would lift his laptop up for a minute I could put my feet on him…" Heero sighed, and lifted the laptop as he was asked. Quatre grinned and let his feet slide onto the Japanese boy's lap. "Arigato! That's much better." Heero shook his head, and finished reading his e-mail from Dr. J.

That can't be right… why would he want me to do that? He had received strict orders that if they didn't find a cure for Duo in the next two days, or if his state endangered any of the other pilots, Heero was to kill him.

"Hey, Trowa? Why don't you go get something to eat?" Quatre carefully slipped his feet out from under the laptop, and sat correctly on the couch, leaving Trowa looking slightly disappointed.

"I'm not hungry."

"Right." Quatre laughed and tapped Trowa on the head. "Baka. You can't lie to me. I know you're hungry. I can hear your stomach growling from here, and it keeps waking me up!" Trowa sighed and stood up.

"Do you want me to get you anything?"

"Just a glass of water would be fine. Thanks." Once Trowa was out of the room, Quatre lay down again, rubbing his temples, his happy demeanor gone. "You can't kill him." Heero sputtered slightly at that statement.

"W-what?"

"Don't play dumb. I know the orders you got from Dr. J, and you can't kill Duo. He's a gundam pilot, and not that expendable."

"Quatre, we don't even know if he'll ever come out of that trance. I've already requested to have a doctor come in and look at him, but we can't risk that while those three gundams are still at large. We don't know enough about them, and we can't—"

"You don't seem to understand. I won't let you kill Duo. If I have to, I'll die trying to pull him out of there once and for all. I won't let you give up on him like that.

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Duo was bored. Totally and utterly bored. Quatre wasn't in the room, so Duo had no one to talk to. He couldn't go find something to do because he couldn't move. Period. The only things he could see where things that happened to be in his line of vision. Somehow, Duo had gotten himself propped up against the headboard of the bed, with his head resting on his shoulder.

'Man, there's nothing to do. At this point, even having Heero come into the room would be better than nothing.' Heero came to check up on Duo periodically, but he rarely ever sat in Duo's view, and he never spoke, so it was just as if no one was there at all to Duo.

Duo's vision began to shake, and he couldn't figure out why. His head slipped off of his shoulder, and he was forced to look at his hands. They were twitching, very badly.

'What the hell?' Duo felt something trying to push his mind farther back than it already was. Naturally, Duo's reaction was to push back. Hard. He could feel competition for the control of his body, and he began to fight with all he had.

Duo felt a sickening yank in his midsection. His head snapped to one side with so much force, it knocked his upper body off the bed. The constant jerking of his body allowed Duo to feel the pain he had isolated himself from.

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Quatre shot upright, and tilted his head.

"What is it?" Heero's hand hovered over his gun as a reflex.

"Duo… something's wrong." A loud thunk was heard from the floor above, followed by a constant knocking. Heero was almost immediately up the steps, followed closely by Quatre.

Heero burst into the room, and looked for any sign of Duo. The only part of him left on the bed was his left leg. Heero moved until he could see the rest of his friend. Duo's body was twitching and jerking randomly, occasionally ramming his head into the wall, or the bed.

"K-k-k-ka-k-k-t-t-at-r-k-k-ka" Duo babbled as his eyes rolled aimlessly in his head.

"Duo." Heero grabbed Duo's head before it could slam into the bed again. "Quatre, he's convulsing. You make sure he doesn't hurt himself any more than he already has. I'll be back." Heero left the room, and began to search through his stash of medication.

Quatre placed his hands on Duo's head to keep it from moving, and was overwhelmed by the fear and confusion off the boy.

I-I'm lost, I don't know what to do. Help me, please!

"He-hep-lep-h-h-pme-mep-lep-me-h-h" Quatre forced himself to listen to Duo's thoughts rather than his incoherent babble.

"Calm down Duo. I promise I'll help, but first you have to calm down."

Wh-what's happening to me? What's going on?

"Ka-k-k-t-ta-ka-t-t-tak-k-k-t-t-at-k-a-k-ta" Duo's left leg jerked off the bed, and hit Quatre square in the back. Quatre took in a jagged breath before answering.

"You're having a seizure." Quatre moved his hands to Duo's wrists, and placed his legs over Duo's to keep him from injuring Quatre.

It hurts… I want it to stop…

"P-p-le-ple-s-p-p-l-pl-es-l-sep-l-pl-s-pe-" Duo's jaws snapped down hard on his tongue. Hard enough to draw blood.

"Quatre," Heero dashed into the room, and put his hand on Quatre's shoulder. Quatre looked up at him with lost eyes.

"It hurts… help him, please?" Heero put his hand on Duo's arm, and motioned for Quatre to move his hands up higher. Duo's head jerked to the other side, making a sickening crack as it slammed against the floor.

What's Heero doing? Heero pulled out a syringe, and squeezed it lightly to get all of the air out. Duo's leg pulled up, and knocked Quatre off of him.

"Try to keep him as still as possible."

"What is that?" Quatre re-positioned himself on top of Duo to hold him in place.

"It's a tranquilizer. It will get Duo to stop convulsing."

Nani!?! He's gonna drug me?!? What the hell gives him the right to do that!?!? Heero shoved the needle into Duo's arm at the elbow, and injected the drug. Duo's jaws unlocked, and he began his babbling again, only this time it was tired and slurred.

"Wh-wh-why….. H-h-hee-r-r-h-hh-ro…... k-ka-t-t-at-tr-atre……" Duo's muscles relaxed, and he went limp.

I can't see anything…. I'm trapped…. Why did you let him do that?!? Why…… Duo's mind shut down, and Quatre could no longer hear him. His eyes went wide, and he let go of Duo.

"How much did you give him?" Heero ignored Quatre's question, and lifted Duo's seemingly lifeless body up onto the bed. Quatre stood up and grabbed the neck of Heero's shirt, turning him around. "I'm not fooling with you Heero. Answer me!" Heero looked down at the syringe in his hand, now empty.

"Not enough to kill him…. But enough to knock him out…." Quatre reluctantly let go of Heero, and sat down hard on the bed.

"I'm… I'm sorry Heero…. But you couldn't hear him… You don't know how confused he felt… He didn't know what was happening…." Heero put a hand on Quatre's shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

"You need to get some rest. You haven't slept at all for the past two days." Quatre sighed and relaxed his shoulders.

"You're right. I guess I've just been so worried about Duo…" The blond turned his head to look at the sleeping figure. "I'll go now." Quatre pushed himself off the bed, and stumbled. Heero got up and put his arm around Quatre, holding him upright.

'That baka is going to end up in worse shape than Duo if he doesn't start taking care of himself…'

"I heard that," Quatre mumbled. He looked up at Heero and gave him a tired smile. "And I don't see anything wrong with being a little concerned about my friends…"

"I don't like the idea of you in my head." Quatre's knees buckled, and he slipped out of Heero's arms. His eyes widened in surprise until he hit the ground, at which point they squinted shut against the pain that shot through him.

"It…It's not… not like … I try to….… It… it just… happens…." Heero let out a sigh, and slowly picked up the little Arab and carried him into his room. Quatre opened his eyes again. "She's with you, you know. I can feel her. She loves you…" Heero's eyes widened, exposing Prussian blue orbs to the darkness of the room.

"Who?" he asked, hoping that he didn't already know the answer.

"Relena….." Quatre's head tilted to the side, and his breathing quieted. He was asleep.

'Stay out of my head, Quatre. Next time, I won't let you off…' The perfect soldier left the room. His golden angel stayed behind. She needed a few words with the pilot of Sandrock…..

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Midii sighed in exasperation. She wasn't able to take control of movement for some reason. She had to get in there in person to inspect it… She opened up a blank file and started mapping out a plan.

To be continued:

Mel: Whoo hooo!!!! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! It three in the morning, and I just wrote that chapter in one sitting! Well, I cheated on the little section with Duo's seizure, but…

Tsuru: Mel? Go to bed. You're going to be on a lack of sleep high tomorrow if you don't…

Mel: Ahh… you mean today! It's three in the morning! Yahooo!!!!

Tsuru: . And normal people are trying to sleep!

Lawyers: *are all asleep, sprawled out on the floor*

Lawyer 1: *is on Mel's bed* Mmmmohmmm… Choko… hmmm….

Mel: *perks up* choko? CHOKO!!!! *bounces up and down* Can I have choko, onegai? Onegai? Onegaiiiii?

Tsuru: *sighs* Pity me…