Disclaimer: Yes, you've heard it. I don't own them.
Rated PG-13 for: Even more torture, a little bit of swearing, and the mention of a boy band (which I don't know how to spell)
AN: AHH!! Thank you so much everybody for reviewing! I expected, maybe, three reviews. ^_^ What do you think? Should I keep going? Write an entire series? (I'm already working on the second installment, where our favorite little dragon gets turned into a chibi.) Anyhoo, enough of my blabbing, on with the story!
The fourth, and almost final part, of 'God Help Us'
Somehow, Quatre managed to fix Duo a meal without getting himself to dirty, while Wufei hooked up the new big screen. "Wufei'll be back at eight to put him to bed. We'll be back around ten. If Heero shows up, tell him that he got his final warning on his car payment."
"Will do." Trowa yawned, forcing down half of a sandwich himself, on the insistence of Duo.
It took less then a minute for Duo to realize that a new TV was up, after Wufei and Quatre had left. He grabbed the remote and turned it to Cartoon Network, squealing with delight when the 'Powerpuff Girls' came on.
Trowa contented himself, with closing his eyes and listening to Duo to make sure that the braided pilot wouldn't do anything. He got through about an episode or so before he got rowdy.
"Can I have dessert?" He asked.
"Sure." Trowa mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Where is it?"
"The freezer. You probably can't reach it." Standing up and dragging himself into the kitchen he pulled one of the five gallons out of the freezer. The rest of the freezer's contents fell out all around Trowa, but not on him. Very painfully bending over, he set the carton on the counter and picked the frozen goods back up, shoving them back into their frozen home.
Duo's wild laughter sounded from the family room, and after carefully closing the freezer door, Trowa sighed and leaned back against the side of the counter, staring at the ceiling. The ending credits of the show sounded, and Duo immediately lost interest, flying into the kitchen.
"Where's my-" thump "ice cream?" Not being able to stop himself very well, Duo had run into the island, and he collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles.
Trowa, however, was far from laughing. The impact, even though very small, had been just enough to knock the carton of ice cream off the counter on onto Trowa's face. Gritting his teeth, he picked the gallon off the floor, afraid to open his mouth lest he say something inappropriate.
He handed it over to Duo along with a spoon, and drug himself back to the couch, where he tenderly touched his left eye. It would swell shut within ten minutes. "Ooh, lucky me," he muttered, groaning and trying to move.
Duo sat himself three feet from the television (as Quatre had scolded him earlier for sitting too close) and pried the tub open, happily devouring it and watching cartoons. This happy little scene lasted for about an hour, until Duo had been finished with the tub for a couple of minutes. Not wanting to wake the sleeping Trowa, he pattered to the kitchen, opening the freezer and pulling out another carton of ice cream. As before, the entirety of the very crappy appliance fell out, but being a six-year-old, Duo paid no attention to this.
He happily hopped down from the chair (in the process leaving the freezer wide open) and resumed his position on the carpet. This went on for another hour and a half. About halfway through the third gallon of ice cream, Duo wasn't so happy anymore.
Toddling over to the couch he shook Trowa. "I don't feel so good," he moaned, holding his stomach.
"You ate too much ice cream." Trowa opened his right eye, mainly because his left one couldn't open. "Go throw it up, and brush your teeth."
Duo pouted. He wanted sympathy, not instructions. "But I-"
"Don't complain about it. Otherwise you'll throw up on the carpet and have to clean it up."
"I don't wanna clean it up!" Duo started wailing, as he had grossly misinterpreted Trowa's earlier comment, and ended up puking all over himself, which in turn, caused him to wail even louder.
"What's the matter? Oh…" Sitting up the best he could, Trowa looked at the clock. "Wufei should be home really soon. He'll take care of you."
"I'm all dirty!" Duo cried. Wufei, having perfect timing as always, walked in at that moment.
"Ready for bed?"
"You'll have to give him a bath. He had an accident." Trowa informed him from the couch, before the Chinese pilot entered the family room.
"What kind of- damn. Come on, I'll clean you up." And with that he grudgingly took Duo's hand leading him up the stairs.
"The bathroom probably still has glass all over the floor." Trowa called when they reached Duo's room.
"Noted." Wufei yelled back.
Trowa listened half to the TV, which was now blaring 'Dexter's Lab' and half to Duo's giggling and splashing around in the tub. Why could Wufei do the chore without getting the crap kicked out of him?
"I need some ice cream," he told himself standing up and shuffling into the kitchen. By then all the frozen goods were not so frozen anymore, and had melted all across the kitchen floor. Yes, even including the ice cream. (Poor Trowa. *Sniffle*) Not noticing this, the green eyed pilot shuffled right up to the freezer, realizing what went on a split second before he tripped over a not-so-frozen pizza.
Smacking the back of his head on the wonderfully positioned chair, Trowa attempted to blink the stars out of his eyes. "This bites the big one." He groaned before blacking out.
Wufei finished bathing Duo without any problems, and quickly swept up the glass. "Can you get dressed yourself?" He asked the braided pilot.
Duo nodded.
"Good. When you're ready come downstairs and I'll put you in bed." Wufei closed the door behind him, walking downstairs to ask Trowa why Duo had thrown up all over himself.
"Trowa?" Since he wasn't lying on the couch, Wufei walked into the kitchen. Trowa was sprawled out on the floor among the melting food, knocked out cold. "Shit." He muttered, dragging the now wet and beaten pilot to the family room, and dropping him on the couch.
He mopped up the floor quickly, so somebody else wouldn't get themselves knocked out, then called the doctor. He glanced at his watch. It was a little past eight thirty. "Please take another hour to get dressed." He whispered, up the stairs in Duo's direction.
The doctor showed up in fifteen minutes, attending to the knocked out pilot, who, when he was woken up, was extremely grouchy. After being bandaged up a bit, the doctor left, and Trowa fell back asleep. (Can you blame the boy?) Wufei watched about five minutes of 'Cow and Chicken' before changing the channel, flipping through HBO before landing on 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'.
Duo pranced down the stairs, in an all black full pajama suit thingy. (Do you have any idea what I'm talking about? Didn't think so.) His hair was put into two braided pigtails, and he was hugging his newly bought teddy bear.
"I'm ready for bed now!" He announced. Completely ignoring his blatant cuteness, Wufei scooped Duo up and plopped him down on his bed.
"Let's read the Bernstein Bears." He said, picking up the top book on the pile, and once again going into his animated reading style. Once he was finished, Duo was giggling and begging for more, but Wufei shook his head.
"No. Go to bed." He switched on the Superman night-light, and flipped off the lights.
"One more!" Duo begged, his lip trembling.
"Fine." Wufei agreed to stop Duo from crying up a storm. Besides the longer he stalled the less time he would have to spend at that hell called a party. He started reading 'Curious George' which Duo loved beyond belief. When Wufei snapped that book shut Duo took in a deep breath and screeched out an incredibly loud glass shattering scream.
"I'M A MONNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY!!!" (1)
Trowa sat bolt upright on the couch, clutching his ribs, and groaning. "What the-?"
Wufei plugged his ears and backed out of the room, which was quickly becoming louder then an Ensink concert. "JUST HOW MUCH ICE CREAM DID YOU GIVE HIM!?!?"
Yes, I'm aware this part was short. Bite me. ~End of Part Four~
TBC…