Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters, so don't sue me!

Warning: I DON'T LIKE RELENA (this is getting monotonous)

Pairings: (I think I forgot to do this last time - oops) 1x2 3x4 5x?

Plot: Duo is acting weird, and now he's getting sick! What is going on? How will the other pilots react when they find out?

Thanks to:

Vic; Don't worry, they'll find out soon enough what's wrong with Duo! (should be good)

Hikaru; Well I've posted before the end of August! And it isn't because Duo is a girl, or anything to do with the Doctors, be patient and you will find out!

Aquajogger; Yeah, I like his language too. I tried to go for a churchy theme, because of his background, so there you go.

Misty Yuy; Thanks for reviewing - even if you didn't have a lot to say! J

Chapter Six - Trowa's POV (he can talk?)

We thought Duo had gotten that sandwich out of his system, but apparently not. Today all he seems to have been doing is running to and from the bathroom, throwing his guts up.

Needless to say it hasn't been a very relaxing day so far.

It's lunch time right now, and instead of eating anything we are all; Me, Quatre, Heero and Wufei; sat at the kitchen table, listening to the faint sound of Duo vomiting in the upstairs bathroom. For obvious reasons none of us feel particularly hungry.

Wufei looks faintly disgusted. Quatre has a worried frown creasing his forehead. Heero looks like he's about to jump out of his skin - which makes sense since when he hasn't been throwing up, Duo has been tearing chunks out of him.

And as for me, well I am confused.

Let me explain. See, everyone, Duo included, thinks that the reason for his sickness is the sandwich that he ate yesterday. However I find several problems with that conclusion.

Firstly - Quatre was never adversely affected by eating it.

Secondly - By now he should have gotten rid of every trace of that sandwich, ten times over.

Thirdly - Even if he had got food poisoning from what he ate, it wouldn't just result in vomiting, it would also include, sorry to put it bluntly, the 'runs'. And, as of yet, Duo has not shown any signs of getting the runs.

I would speak up about these problems, but I don't want to worry everyone even more. Heero already looks at his wits ends, I don't know how he'd react if I told him Duo wasn't ill from the sandwich.

Wufei does not look particularly concerned with the fact that his friend is being violently ill upstairs, so I can only conclude he has already guessed, in part, what is wrong with Duo, and that it is not serious.

Quatre now has a pained expression on his face in place of the concern, and I realise he must have tuned in to Duo. He is now, no doubt, experiencing what Duo is feeling. Knowing Quatre he is probably forcing himself to endure it as some kind of penance for giving Duo that sandwich in the first place.

Littering the kitchen table is all manner of medical paraphernalia: Thermometers, Aspirin, Cold towels, medication, and even some of Quatres herbal tea. None of the things we have tried have had any effect, and since Duo started throwing up at about half three this morning, waking all of us up in the process, we are all about ready to drop.

Just as I'm thinking that Duo staggers in. His braid is limp and soaked in sweat, but functioning enough to keep his hair out of the way. His violet eyes are bloodshot from exhaustion and strain, and his face has a gray cast to it. Basically he looks like hell.

He manages to make it to the table before collapsing, letting his head fall on the table with a thump. Heero is immediately there. I don't even see him move. He gathers Duo close and smooths back his rumpled bangs.

Picking up the cold towel he presses it to Duo's forehead. It is obvious from his fidgety, nervous movements that he knows it won't do any good, but he wants to feel like he is doing something anyway.

After a couple of minutes Duo seems to have recovered momentarily, and is sitting up under his own power. He blinks around at us and I know he is taking in our rumpled, tired state. For this short period of time he is calm, and I know he is back to his normal self. At least momentarily.

"Do you want to try eating something again?" At the mention of food he perks up, and I know I was right when I said he was back to his normal self. Duo would be able to force his shot and bleeding body over hot coals to get a slice of his favourite cake.

"Yeah, I don't suppose we have any chicken pie do we, Heero?"

Heero manages to grin weakly at Duo, relief evident on his face when he doesn't get the lambasting he was expecting. He is so different from when he was in the war, and I can see he has no idea what they have in the kitchen, and right then doesn't care, whereas in the war he would have it all catalogued in his mind.

"Yes, we do, Trowa baked you one yesterday. Didn't you Trowa, before the yellow gateau, and after the first double chocolate fudge cake?"

Quatre hastens to reassure Duo, then blinks at me as he waits for my response. He is so used to being around Duo that he is no longer amazed by the amount of cakes it takes to please him. I love him for that. He doesn't even seem to be aware of his ability to adapt, but it is something I love about him.

I nod at his question, and get up to fetch Duo a small slice.

As I set it in front of him we all look on, watching him with an almost breathless anticipation. Or at least the others do. I just cross my arms and look on with curiosity. Will it stay down, or won't it?

Duo eagerly picks up his fork and stabs into the pie. As he eats his first mouthful he happens to glance up, and a look of confusion crosses his face when he notices everyone's eyes are on him.

"What are you guys looking…oh god!" He stops mid sentence, a hand going up to his mouth as his expression gives way to mortified horror.

He'd barely even swallowed his first mouthful before he was up and moving. He bolted out the door and up the stairs, obviously trying to put as much distance between himself and us as he could.

Despite his efforts we could all clearly hear the sound of vomiting which followed, and the others all heaved sighs of disappointment.

"Guess we pushed it too soon, huh?"

Quatre's dully asked question needed no response, and it seemed to hit Heero especially hard. His shoulders slumped, and he actually slid down in his chair, playing with the fork Duo had hastily discarded.

As the seconds ticked by and all we could hear was Duo's muffled noises from upstairs, I noticed Wufei's eye begin to twitch.

"That is it!? I cannot put up with this anymore! You might not be prepared to do something about it, but I will!!?"

We watched in bemusement as Wufei shot to his feet and yelled, then merely blinked when he suddenly thumped a piece of paper down on the table.

Drawing the paper towards me I noted that it held a series of numbers, but I had no idea how that was supposed to help Duo.

"How is that supposed to help?"

Wufei glared momentarily at me for asking the question, before sighing and grudgingly answering it.

"That is Sally Po's phone number."

I looked from the irate pilot to the piece of paper I held in my hand, then back again. Eventually Heero dared to ask the question that was thundering through all of our minds.

"Why do you have Sally's number?"

"Because she gave it to me, all right? Are you done with the questions? Can one of you go and ring her now, or do I have to do it?"

I looked around at the other pilots, getting their approval. Heero just blinked at me, a vigorous nod in his old language, which only me and Duo completely understood. Quatre smiled slightly, and nodded.

Turning back to Wufei I handed Sally's phone number back to him.

"She didn't give it to us."

He growled something at me before snatching it out of my hand and storming off to use the phone.

He was gone for several minutes, and we all sat in silence waiting for him to return. All we could hear was some incomprehensible mumbling, and Duo still being ill upstairs.

Eventually he came back, and slammed into his chair again.

"She says she's coming."

Well, what do you think? I haven't written this for a while, so it took me a bit to get used to the style again. Sorry it's so short, and it doesn't really delve into Trowa's mind much. This is not because I think Trowa doesn't think much, I just think he is more of an observer than a thinker. And when he does think he tends to think in facts - like you'd assume Heero does.

I'm going to have to research mpreg for the next chapter - either that or wing it. So if it's crap you'll know I winged it. Just thought I'd warn you. J

Please R+R, I love hearing from you all. Also, I think I'm getting addicted to reviews, so you have to keep me topped up!