Note: I'm sorry this is so short-I need to leave for my vacation in about three hours and I still haven't slept. besides, the next part of this I want to be it's own part...so please forgive the little bit of mushy plot that I shove in here-this story needs it otherwise the end would be completely disconnected. Oops. getting away from myself. Goodnight.
part 3
Heero opened his eyes with the slightest wave of dizziness. For a moment he blinked up at the cieling, trying to shove a fragmented dream from his mind. Something about a yatch and flying... As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of early early morning, the dream faded away leaving the young soldier feeling empty and a little chilly.
He slowly turned his head, colbalt eyes dancing around the barely lit bedroom, taking in the few scattered pieces of clothing on the floor, the dark pillow that had apparently fallen off the bed. A rare smile flit across Heero's lips. It was odd that he couldn't remember the night before...but it certainly looked like he and Duo had had some fun.
Duo...a shudder went through Heero's body and he got the distinct impression that he was forgetting something. He turned over, ignoring the slight pang of pain in his head as his eyes found Duo's perfect body lying beside him. Heero's smile widened as he drank in the chestnut hair falling across his lover's face and lean body. Duo's hands were near Heero, as though he'd fallen asleep clutching the other boy...now, however, his fingers were relaxed and slightly curled up. With cold fingertips Heero gently brushed silky strands of long hair away from his lover's perfect face. In sleep Duo looked so innocent, his mouth hanging open slightly, his face relaxed...a tiny frown touched Heero's lips when he noticed the dark circles around Duo's eyes-had he had trouble sleeping the night before perhaps?
Gently, so as not to disterb his sleeping lover, Heero turned onto his side completely, his arms coming up to encircle Duo's chilly body and pull him tighter to Heero's warmth. His fingertips had barely brushed Duo's back when the violet eyes snapped open and Heero found himself staring into the encredably wakeful face of his startled lover.
His brow furowing, Heero pushed himself onto one elbow. "Duo?" he asked in a soft voice, not wishing to startle the other boy further-as it was, Duo was looking frighteningly like a deer in the headlights. Raising his free hand, Heero gently caressed the side of his lover's face and brushed away a few tangled strands of hair. Much to his surprise, the moment that his fingers touched Duo's skin, the long haired boy let out a great laugh and flung his arms around Heero, nearly knocking the other pilot off the bed.
"Heero!" Duo exclaimed, sounding like a little child and buring his face against Heero's bare chest. Startled and a little uncertain how best to deal with this particular turn of events, Heero gingerly put his arms around his lover.
"I'm here, Duo," he said for the sake of saying something. For a moment longer, Heero held his lover gingerly then finally gave in and swept the other boy into a tighter hug. Duo laughed delightedly and Heero could almost swear that he felt tears leaking from the other's violet eyes.
"Duo," Heero said at last, loosening his grip on Deathscythe's pilot and putting a little distance between them so he could see the other's face. For a moment Duo resisted, but after a moment he let go of Heero's waste and, with a vaguely embarrassed expression, wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. Heero's expression grew more troubled as his confusion deepened. "Did you have a bad dream, Duo?" Heero asked gently, wiping the troubled look off his face before Duo could look up and see it.
Violet eyes snapped up and searched Heero's face for a moment. "I..." Duo sounded slightly confused, his eyes now darting around the room and coming to rest on a small wall calendar that Quatre had given the two pilots. "I didn't think so," he finished, not sounding quite as sure of himself this time. "What day is it?" He looked up at his lover's face, his hand once again inching around Heero's waste. Taking that as a hint, Heero wrapped his long skinny arms around Duo's shoulders and pulled him close.
"The twenty-nineth," Heero aswered automatically, though his mind twinged uncomfortably at that answer, as though he was forgetting something. "I think anyway," he added uncharactaristically. "We could check my laptop," his eyes brightened almost unnoticably at the mention of his laptop-so much that he didn't notice Duo's expression sinking at the same word.
Shifting his arms slightly around Duo's form, Heero craned his head so see the desk behind him, steadfastly ignore the pounding headache that he seemed to still have. A frown touched his lips as he noticed that his thin little laptop was not on the desk as it should have been. "Duo," he asked, turning his head back towards his lover, automatic panic and annoyance rising in his voice-too long had he relied on that piece of machinery to suddenly have it gone. "Duo, what did you do with my laptop?" Heero forced his voice to remain calm and his patience to quell the anger that was building-he loved Duo and it definatly took a great amount of patience not to hurt the sensitive boy at times.
Duo looked up at Heero with a troubled expression, his brow furrowed and some dark shadow lurking in his ageless eyes. "I don't think it's the twenty nineth Heero..."
For a moment Heero stared at his lover uncomprehending, and then he opened his mouth to speak-but something stopped him.
Black. Flying. Powerful. Graceful. Frail. Sick.
Thoughts and pictures bombarred his mind, disconnected and mixed in with the most curious feelings. All thoughts of his laptop fled Heero, and even his beloved Duo seemed to fade away.
Small. Wind. Destructive. Vengeful.
For a moment the room spinned sickening around Heero and he quickly closed his vibrant eyes, unaware that Duo was watching him with an expression of horrified helplessness imprinted on his delecate features. Heero's mind was realing and for a moment he felt this awful feeling, as though his mind was being sucked through his head by a straw.
When his colbalt eyes opened again, Heero was on his knees on the floor, supported entirely by a frantic Duo who was gently holding Heero's hair from his face as his body heaved. The stregnth left Heero's limbs and weakly he picked at Duo's arm. Gently, Duo helped the other boy onto the bed and watched him with concerned eyes.
"I wasn't dreaming, was I Heero?" Duo's voice sounded tinny, any cheer in it was obviously forced. Heero looked at his lover through dry, red eyes, his lips silent. Duo sighed. "What happened yesterday, Heero?" he asked, his voice betraying his concern for the other man.
Heero swallowed, racking his brain for an answer...he caught a few disconnected fragments floating around...utter darkness being the biggest one. Blackness that he could lose himself in...darkness he wanted to lose himself in...he started slipping back into a dream when Duo's voice reached him. His name...Duo was calling his name...only it wasn't really his name...well, it was, but there was also something very wrong with it...
Heero forced his eyes open with a snap, swalling the dizziness. "I don't know." he admitted with some difficulty. His serious eyes found Duo once again, this time burning into the other boy with the desire to get answers. "Duo," Heero's voice was lower this time, a little more raspy. "Duo, where is my laptop? I need answers..."
For a moment Duo bit his lip, uncertain if he should relinquish such a dangerous machine to his disoriented lover. "You're staying here." he said at last, his voice ringing with finality. "You're staying here, with me, until you're not ill."
"I can't promise that." heero responded honestly.
Duo shook his head, his loose hair falling in waves around his face. "You're staying here." he repeated. "Any investigation you do will be from here-anything else you will let me take care of. Agreed?" The violet eyed bow once again bit his lip, his eyes wide and fearful.
Watching his lover, Heero knew that he would eventually give in no matter what. Duo had him-Duo was truly concerned and scared, that much was obvious...and when Duo was scared and concerned, Heero obeyed. "Agreed." Heero nodded sharply.
A smile played across Duo's lips and he bounced to his feet. "It's here," he said, sweeping the hair away from his face and kneeling to pull the thin computer out from under the bed. With great care, the American set the machine on the bed and quietly hovered while Heero opened it.
After a moment, Heero turned. "I won't leave," he promised. "Why don't you go take a shower or get breakfast?"
Duo's smile widened and he darted forward to give Heero a light peck on the cheek. "I'll do both!" he said, his normal cheer returning to him with Heero's promise. "I'll even get you something to eat too!" Heero turned to tell the other boy that he really didn't need anything, but the bouncy American had already left the room.
A small smirk found Heero's lips. "Hn." he murmured and turned on his computer.
~*~
The day progressed quietly and with some frustration. Heero found the mysterious e-mail from dr.J, as well as uncovered a few more of those disorienting fragmented memories...but Duo hovered like a mother hen and restricted Heero's activities to stress free things. For the most part.
The night found Heero awake and restless, his eyes focused on the dark cieling, his hands clasped behind his head. Duo was once again curled into his lover, a smile on his beautiful face. Heero's eyes drifted briefly to his lover, and little grin playing across his lips and he gently reached out and brushed Duo's brow. For a moment he was lost in his lover's facage-the fan of his fine hair, the curl of his body...even this little bits of moisture that escaped Duo's parted lips. Heero felt his mind and body relax and he watched his sleeping lover...his eyes started drifting towards closed, darkness pulling him down into blessed, relaxed slumber...
The soft beep of the laptop was enough to make Heero jump, nearly waking Deathscythe's pilot in the process.
Heero hissed softly as he carefully disengaged himself from Duo. His bare feet his the carpet with a little muffled thud. Ignoring it, Heero hurried across the room to open his laptop and check his e-mail.
Subject: Mission
To: Heero
From: J
Please report immediatly to Seoul for more tests.
-J
A frown flit across Heero's face as his eyes darted from the e-mail to Duo and back again. Duo wouldn't be happy to find Heero gone...but Heero needed to know what was going on. His eyes caught the clock on the computer-it was early enough in the night to get to Seoul and back...
The Japanese boy quietly closed the laptop and, with a last glane at his slumbering lover, left the room, pausing only enough to pick his shorts and tee-shirt of the carpet.
~*~
part 3
Heero opened his eyes with the slightest wave of dizziness. For a moment he blinked up at the cieling, trying to shove a fragmented dream from his mind. Something about a yatch and flying... As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of early early morning, the dream faded away leaving the young soldier feeling empty and a little chilly.
He slowly turned his head, colbalt eyes dancing around the barely lit bedroom, taking in the few scattered pieces of clothing on the floor, the dark pillow that had apparently fallen off the bed. A rare smile flit across Heero's lips. It was odd that he couldn't remember the night before...but it certainly looked like he and Duo had had some fun.
Duo...a shudder went through Heero's body and he got the distinct impression that he was forgetting something. He turned over, ignoring the slight pang of pain in his head as his eyes found Duo's perfect body lying beside him. Heero's smile widened as he drank in the chestnut hair falling across his lover's face and lean body. Duo's hands were near Heero, as though he'd fallen asleep clutching the other boy...now, however, his fingers were relaxed and slightly curled up. With cold fingertips Heero gently brushed silky strands of long hair away from his lover's perfect face. In sleep Duo looked so innocent, his mouth hanging open slightly, his face relaxed...a tiny frown touched Heero's lips when he noticed the dark circles around Duo's eyes-had he had trouble sleeping the night before perhaps?
Gently, so as not to disterb his sleeping lover, Heero turned onto his side completely, his arms coming up to encircle Duo's chilly body and pull him tighter to Heero's warmth. His fingertips had barely brushed Duo's back when the violet eyes snapped open and Heero found himself staring into the encredably wakeful face of his startled lover.
His brow furowing, Heero pushed himself onto one elbow. "Duo?" he asked in a soft voice, not wishing to startle the other boy further-as it was, Duo was looking frighteningly like a deer in the headlights. Raising his free hand, Heero gently caressed the side of his lover's face and brushed away a few tangled strands of hair. Much to his surprise, the moment that his fingers touched Duo's skin, the long haired boy let out a great laugh and flung his arms around Heero, nearly knocking the other pilot off the bed.
"Heero!" Duo exclaimed, sounding like a little child and buring his face against Heero's bare chest. Startled and a little uncertain how best to deal with this particular turn of events, Heero gingerly put his arms around his lover.
"I'm here, Duo," he said for the sake of saying something. For a moment longer, Heero held his lover gingerly then finally gave in and swept the other boy into a tighter hug. Duo laughed delightedly and Heero could almost swear that he felt tears leaking from the other's violet eyes.
"Duo," Heero said at last, loosening his grip on Deathscythe's pilot and putting a little distance between them so he could see the other's face. For a moment Duo resisted, but after a moment he let go of Heero's waste and, with a vaguely embarrassed expression, wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. Heero's expression grew more troubled as his confusion deepened. "Did you have a bad dream, Duo?" Heero asked gently, wiping the troubled look off his face before Duo could look up and see it.
Violet eyes snapped up and searched Heero's face for a moment. "I..." Duo sounded slightly confused, his eyes now darting around the room and coming to rest on a small wall calendar that Quatre had given the two pilots. "I didn't think so," he finished, not sounding quite as sure of himself this time. "What day is it?" He looked up at his lover's face, his hand once again inching around Heero's waste. Taking that as a hint, Heero wrapped his long skinny arms around Duo's shoulders and pulled him close.
"The twenty-nineth," Heero aswered automatically, though his mind twinged uncomfortably at that answer, as though he was forgetting something. "I think anyway," he added uncharactaristically. "We could check my laptop," his eyes brightened almost unnoticably at the mention of his laptop-so much that he didn't notice Duo's expression sinking at the same word.
Shifting his arms slightly around Duo's form, Heero craned his head so see the desk behind him, steadfastly ignore the pounding headache that he seemed to still have. A frown touched his lips as he noticed that his thin little laptop was not on the desk as it should have been. "Duo," he asked, turning his head back towards his lover, automatic panic and annoyance rising in his voice-too long had he relied on that piece of machinery to suddenly have it gone. "Duo, what did you do with my laptop?" Heero forced his voice to remain calm and his patience to quell the anger that was building-he loved Duo and it definatly took a great amount of patience not to hurt the sensitive boy at times.
Duo looked up at Heero with a troubled expression, his brow furrowed and some dark shadow lurking in his ageless eyes. "I don't think it's the twenty nineth Heero..."
For a moment Heero stared at his lover uncomprehending, and then he opened his mouth to speak-but something stopped him.
Black. Flying. Powerful. Graceful. Frail. Sick.
Thoughts and pictures bombarred his mind, disconnected and mixed in with the most curious feelings. All thoughts of his laptop fled Heero, and even his beloved Duo seemed to fade away.
Small. Wind. Destructive. Vengeful.
For a moment the room spinned sickening around Heero and he quickly closed his vibrant eyes, unaware that Duo was watching him with an expression of horrified helplessness imprinted on his delecate features. Heero's mind was realing and for a moment he felt this awful feeling, as though his mind was being sucked through his head by a straw.
When his colbalt eyes opened again, Heero was on his knees on the floor, supported entirely by a frantic Duo who was gently holding Heero's hair from his face as his body heaved. The stregnth left Heero's limbs and weakly he picked at Duo's arm. Gently, Duo helped the other boy onto the bed and watched him with concerned eyes.
"I wasn't dreaming, was I Heero?" Duo's voice sounded tinny, any cheer in it was obviously forced. Heero looked at his lover through dry, red eyes, his lips silent. Duo sighed. "What happened yesterday, Heero?" he asked, his voice betraying his concern for the other man.
Heero swallowed, racking his brain for an answer...he caught a few disconnected fragments floating around...utter darkness being the biggest one. Blackness that he could lose himself in...darkness he wanted to lose himself in...he started slipping back into a dream when Duo's voice reached him. His name...Duo was calling his name...only it wasn't really his name...well, it was, but there was also something very wrong with it...
Heero forced his eyes open with a snap, swalling the dizziness. "I don't know." he admitted with some difficulty. His serious eyes found Duo once again, this time burning into the other boy with the desire to get answers. "Duo," Heero's voice was lower this time, a little more raspy. "Duo, where is my laptop? I need answers..."
For a moment Duo bit his lip, uncertain if he should relinquish such a dangerous machine to his disoriented lover. "You're staying here." he said at last, his voice ringing with finality. "You're staying here, with me, until you're not ill."
"I can't promise that." heero responded honestly.
Duo shook his head, his loose hair falling in waves around his face. "You're staying here." he repeated. "Any investigation you do will be from here-anything else you will let me take care of. Agreed?" The violet eyed bow once again bit his lip, his eyes wide and fearful.
Watching his lover, Heero knew that he would eventually give in no matter what. Duo had him-Duo was truly concerned and scared, that much was obvious...and when Duo was scared and concerned, Heero obeyed. "Agreed." Heero nodded sharply.
A smile played across Duo's lips and he bounced to his feet. "It's here," he said, sweeping the hair away from his face and kneeling to pull the thin computer out from under the bed. With great care, the American set the machine on the bed and quietly hovered while Heero opened it.
After a moment, Heero turned. "I won't leave," he promised. "Why don't you go take a shower or get breakfast?"
Duo's smile widened and he darted forward to give Heero a light peck on the cheek. "I'll do both!" he said, his normal cheer returning to him with Heero's promise. "I'll even get you something to eat too!" Heero turned to tell the other boy that he really didn't need anything, but the bouncy American had already left the room.
A small smirk found Heero's lips. "Hn." he murmured and turned on his computer.
~*~
The day progressed quietly and with some frustration. Heero found the mysterious e-mail from dr.J, as well as uncovered a few more of those disorienting fragmented memories...but Duo hovered like a mother hen and restricted Heero's activities to stress free things. For the most part.
The night found Heero awake and restless, his eyes focused on the dark cieling, his hands clasped behind his head. Duo was once again curled into his lover, a smile on his beautiful face. Heero's eyes drifted briefly to his lover, and little grin playing across his lips and he gently reached out and brushed Duo's brow. For a moment he was lost in his lover's facage-the fan of his fine hair, the curl of his body...even this little bits of moisture that escaped Duo's parted lips. Heero felt his mind and body relax and he watched his sleeping lover...his eyes started drifting towards closed, darkness pulling him down into blessed, relaxed slumber...
The soft beep of the laptop was enough to make Heero jump, nearly waking Deathscythe's pilot in the process.
Heero hissed softly as he carefully disengaged himself from Duo. His bare feet his the carpet with a little muffled thud. Ignoring it, Heero hurried across the room to open his laptop and check his e-mail.
Subject: Mission
To: Heero
From: J
Please report immediatly to Seoul for more tests.
-J
A frown flit across Heero's face as his eyes darted from the e-mail to Duo and back again. Duo wouldn't be happy to find Heero gone...but Heero needed to know what was going on. His eyes caught the clock on the computer-it was early enough in the night to get to Seoul and back...
The Japanese boy quietly closed the laptop and, with a last glane at his slumbering lover, left the room, pausing only enough to pick his shorts and tee-shirt of the carpet.
~*~