Yami: Nothing much to say here. The only reason why I picked the particular sport that they play in this chapter is my mother was watching the US Open when I wrote this.

Heero: She has me playing tennis.

Kai: That's a wimp's sport

Yami: Behave you two!

Heero & Kai: But it is!

Yami: *rolls eyes* I don't own anything.

Chapter Three

The last few days of summer passed swiftly, and before he knew it Heero was back at the school on the first day, standing around in the gym watching for Garrett.

Someone poked him in the back. Heero turned to see Duo, dressed in the school uniform of khaki pants and green Oxford shirt. "How do I look?" Duo asked with a grin.

"Like an idiot," Heero said. Duo only grinned wider.

"So what exactly do we do here?" Duo asked.

"We wait for them to give us our class schedules," Heero said, peering over the tops of peoples' heads to look for Garrett.

"Oh," Duo said. He sat down on the floor to wait.

Garrett pushed his way through the crowd of people towards them. "Imprisoned for another year," he said sadly. He looked around. "Where's James and Jill?" he asked.

"They're juniors this year," Heero said, pointing over to where the juniors were waiting.

"Guess we'll talk to them at lunch," Garrett said. He noticed Duo on the floor. "How you doing?"

"Just fine," Duo said. "Sally has a job as a doctor at the hospital, and I'm rather bored."

"Join the club," Heero muttered, spotting a teacher making his way towards the sophomores. "Schedules're over there," he said, pointing to the winded teacher. "I hope one of you are in my classes," he said.

The end of the day bell was received gladly by many of the students. James, Jill, Heero, Duo, and Garrett wandered around the school after everyone else had left.

"Anyone feel like playing a game or something?" Duo asked.

"Let's go to an amusement park or something," Heero said.

There were no amusement parks in the area. They settled on playing tennis, except for Jill, who called it a wimpy sport.

Heero wasn't a bad tennis player, and, partnered with Garrett, they were a tough pair to beat. They were playing best out of three sets, and Heero had taken the first set.

Duo served the ball. It was a wild one, but Heero went for it anyway. He tripped, twisting his ankle badly.

"Crap," he said, feeling it carefully. "I think it's broken."

"That's why we don't usually play a sport," James said. "We even find ways to hurt ourselves in golf."

"It's not my fault that Heero hit me over the head with a nine-iron," Garrett protested. "Besides, that was years ago."

"Last year," Heero said.

"Same difference," Garrett said. "I knew we should've gone skateboarding."

Duo offered Heero his arm, and Heero stood, leaning on Duo for support.

"It's definitely sprained," Heero said, limping towards Garrett's jeep.

Sally looked amusedly at Heero and Duo. "A tennis accident?" she asked.

"Duo was the one who hit the ball," Heero muttered.

"You were the one who went after it," Duo pointed out.

Sally grinned and looked at the X-rays she held. "Well, your ankle isn't exactly broken," she said. "It's just a small fracture. It'll heal in a few weeks."

"Do I need a cast or anything?" Heero asked.

"No. Just let me take care of it." Sally set the X-rays aside and went to work.

Duo dropped his stuff on the couch and sat down. Sally stared at him curiously.

"How'd your day go after the tennis mishap?" she asked.

"We hung around arcades again," Duo sighed. "It's hard acting normal around Heero. He isn't the same."

"Well, no one seems to know where he came from around here," Sally said. "He just popped up by the side of the road one day without any warning. According to his records, they attributed his memory loss to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"It's all Greek to me," Duo said.

"Sometimes people have mental breakdowns after a traumatic incident," Sally explained. "Sometimes they even block the memory of what happened from their mind."

Duo snorted. "Heero's too stubborn for that."

"It's the most likely explanation," Sally said.

"So what're we going to do?"

"Sometime people with PTSD regain their memory after a few years," Sally said. "That's the only thing we can hope for."

After a few weeks, Heero was finally able to lose the crutches he'd needed to walk. Sally had proclaimed completely healed.

They were celebrating by hanging around a skateboarding park. Jill and Garrett were ripping up a half-pipe while Duo, James, and Heero watched.

"How well do you know how to skate?" Duo asked Heero.

"Well enough," Heero said. "You?"

"Not at all," Duo said.

"Then you better stay on the ground," James advised. "We wouldn't want to take you to the emergency room, now would we?"

Garrett came down. Heero went up, secured his helmet, and began pulling tricks that rivaled Garrett's.

Garrett grinned. "He's a show-off," he said.

"How long has he been skating?" Duo asked curiously.

"We took it up about four years ago," Garrett said. "He was a natural."

"Like shooting?" Duo asked.

"We always wondered how he could be so good at those virtual shooting games," Garrett asked. "You have any ideas?"

Several, Duo thought to himself. "No," he said aloud.

Christmas break came with no sign of any trouble from SAM. Duo stayed around for the entire break, keeping contact with his fellow gundam pilots with a specially modified cell phone.

Heero and Garrett, along with a few other friends, threw a Christmas party for everyone at the school. Duo understood that they did this every year, which was why they were popular at the school.

Then school resumed as usual. Quatre and Trowa showed up one day at the school got reacquainted with Heero.

They were at lunch one day when James got the idea of skipping the rest of the day and going to a concert for a band they really liked. Heero politely refused.

"Your loss," James said, getting up and following Garrett and Jill out of the lunchroom.

Duo, Quatre, and Trowa hadn't showed up at school that day. Heero sighed as he went to class. With Garrett gone, his fourth hour class would be a bore.

The biology teacher was busy trying to explain something to class. Heero, having read ahead in his biology book the night before, tuned the teacher out.

"Mr. Yuy!" his teacher said.

Heero jumped. "Yes?"

"Did you just hear the question I asked you?"

"No," Heero said.

Before the teacher could begin yelling at him, the PA came on. "Mr. and Mrs. Dangerfield, please report to the office."

"What's that mean?" a student asked.

"Shut and lock the door," the teacher directed. "And shut off the lights. There's an armed intruder in the building."

The kids got underneath their desks. Heero followed suit, wondering what was going on.

Two people dressed in what looked like military dress uniforms burst into the room. One of them swung his weapon around to cover everyone.

"We're looking for Heero Yuy," the second one said.

Heero's heart froze. He crouched lower, ready to make a break for the lab if he had too. It was a good thing he chose seats towards the back of the classroom.

No one answered the soldier. "Does anyone know where he might be?" the second soldier asked.

Again, no answer. The first soldier began walking down the line of desks, checking under each one to see who was under it. Heero tensed, ready to bolt.

The soldier stopped by his desk. Heero lashed out, tripping the soldier. He grabbed the gun and aimed it at the other soldier.

Everyone in the classroom cowered beneath their desks as Heero backed out of the classroom, gun still pointed at the soldier. When he cleared the door to the lab, he slammed it shut and locked it, running for the door to the outside. He heard the door slam open and ran faster, sprinting for someplace he could hide.

He rounded the corner of the school building, then yelled wildly as someone grabbed him from behind. The unknown person clamped his hand over Heero's mouth, preventing him from making any noise.

Heero saw the soldier run by, then felt himself being pulled up to the roof of the school building. He was then let go.

Yami: Is this a cliffie?

Heero & Kai: Hn.

Yami: Kai! You're not doing it too!

Kai: Hn.

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