A/N: My plot bunnies grew fangs…and they're being evil! I'm mean to the poor guy in this chapter…don't worry…I'll try to make it up to him later

another little note: I got a few reviews in which ppl commented that they thought I had had Duo with Heero… just to let you guys know, I have to say I'm not against the pairing, it's just not one of my favorites. I actually like to play around with the boys quite a bit, so more often than not I won't have 1x2 going on, hehe

Disclaimer: duh. Don't own them.

Warning: Language again. These boys are such potty-mouths. Or, rather, I'm making them into potty-mouths

Chapter 3: WuFei

WuFei woke up and glanced at the clock he'd set upon the nightstand. 5:30 a.m. was a little early to be getting up, even for him, but he had slept quite a bit on the ride to the safe house. With a shrug, he rolled over and out of bed. He walked over to the door, where he'd set his duffel bag earlier, and pulled out a fresh pair of white pants, a clean navy tanktop, a new pair of boxers, and the toiletries he was going to need.

Opening the door to his room, he noticed two of the three doors across the hall were shut. Trowa and Quatre are still in bed. Good. Let them sleep-I could use a bit of time to think. He turned to his left and headed toward the bathroom at the end of the hall, passing a third closed door. He didn't give it a second thought, however, and shut the bathroom door behind him.

He tossed the clean clothes to the floor and turned on the shower water, nice and hot, then placed his shampoo, conditioner, and soap on the edge of the tub. He was definitely looking forward to a hot shower; his muscles could use a bit of relaxing at the moment.

He yanked out his hair tie, letting the sleek black hair fall around his face. He crossed his arms and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the floor, away from his clean clothes. With one swift motion, his pants and boxers joined the shirt.

Stepping into the shower, he let the hot water soak into him, purposely trying not to think. He didn't want to ruin the small bit of relaxation he was going to get from this by thinking too hard about…things…

Knock it off. You're going to ruin it. Just don't think. With a sigh, he grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into his hand, and set the bottle down with one hand as the other brought the shampoo up and into his hair. He worked the shampoo into thick lather and, much to his dismay, found his thoughts wandering once again. Damn it. Can't you ever just enjoy something without thinking? He scolded himself mentally.

Then again…acting without thinking was exactly what had gotten him into his current situation. Damn you, Chang. You know better than ALL of this! And look where you've gotten yourself. a mental shrug At least you don't have to face him anytime soon. That will give you time to get everything sorted out the way it should be. Maybe he'll just avoid you… or you can avoid him…

But that's being cowardly. You shouldn't just avoid him…besides. Maybe nothing happened. Maybe…he drove you back to the house because he could tell you were in no condition to drive…

But I walked. I didn't drive. So how the hell did I get back to my room? Wait…I didn't get to my…that was……Duo's…

Dammit! You're not supposed to be thinking about this right now! Oh, shit. The sudden cold of the water drew him out of his thoughts. He hurried and rinsed the shampoo from his hair, skipped the conditioner and went straight for the soap, washing himself quickly.

He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the towel rack above the toilet and wrapping it around his waist.

He sighed. So much for a nice relaxing shower… WuFei began to dry himself off with the towel, wringing out his hair with it before tossing it over the shower curtain rod.

Just as he finished pulling on his boxers, his stomach growled, demanding attention. With a slightly amused smile, he finished dressing, pulled his hair back into its usual ponytail, and headed down the hall toward the kitchen.

As he turned the corner into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, sitting at the kitchen table, sleeping with his head on a pile of cards, was Duo.

What in the hell is he doing here?! Suddenly, the thought of three closed bedroom doors came to him. Three doors closed, four claimed rooms total, then…Heero and… They're sharing our safe house…

He couldn't bring himself to move from his place, half in the kitchen, half out. The little bit of relaxation from his shower gone, his mind flew into overdrive. He can't be here…he just can't…What if…what if something did happen that night? Then what? How can I explain to him that I don't even remember it? That I don't know how I ended up in his room…his bed… But he was gone. Maybe nothing happened after all. I woke up to his room, sure…but…he wasn't there…I've got no proof that anything happened…

Duo stirred, his violet eyes fluttering open. He lifted his head from the table slowly, the Ace of Spades sticking to his face. With a groan, he plucked away the card.

"Card of Death, huh? Why am I not surprised?" he mumbled, having apparently not noticed WuFei's presence behind him.

You can't just stand here, Chang. Do something, WuFei thought to himself, feeling his stomach growl inaudibly. With a silent sigh to regain what he could of his composure, he stepped into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge. He heard Duo gasp behind him, but neither pilot said a word.

WuFei grabbed the apple juice from the fridge and set it on the counter. He could feel Duo's eyes on him as took a glass from the cabinet and proceeded to fill it with the juice; he then placed the juice back in the fridge and closed the door. Without looking back at the American, WuFei broke the silence.

"What are you doing here?" he spoke, his voice flat and emotionless.

"I-uh-This is where Heero and I are staying til our missons tell us to move," Duo answered weakly, his voice shaking.

So at least I'm not the only one shaken up by…whatever happened… Gods, I can't believe I don't even remember! "I see." He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip.

"Yeah…I…was surprised when I saw Quat and Trowa here…"

WuFei could hear Duo cleaning up the cards. "Any idea how long it'll be before you change locations?"

"No, 'fraid not."

WuFei glanced behind him at the sound of footsteps. "Good morning, Trowa."

Trowa gave a shrug and sat down across from Duo at the kitchen table. "I suppose."

"Didn't sleep well?" Duo asked.

He shook his head. "No."

"Apparently, none of us did," Quatre's voice came from the doorway. Behind him, Heero was covering a yawn with his hand.

"Quatre," WuFei began, his voice biting. "Why didn't you inform me that they were going to be here as well?"

"I'm sorry, WuFei. I guess it just slipped my mind," the blond answered with a nervous smile.

WuFei picked up the look Trowa shot Quatre at that statement. Trowa, however, said nothing.

"I see. Try not to leave out details like that next time," Wufei replied, staring straight at the Arab. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Duo flinch a bit. Wufei finished his juice, placed the glass in the sink, and headed to the glass doors on the other side of the kitchen. "I'll be training outside. Call me when breakfast is ready," he said, just before shutting the door behind him.

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! I really like hearing what you guys think! I hope to get more up really soon!

And just in case some of you didn't get the "card of death" thing, supposedly, in doing tarot readings with regular playing cards, the ace of spades is the death card. I figured that would be an appropriate card to have stick to duo's face, not because I'm planning on killing him off, but because he's so convinced that if WuFei remembers, he's going to kill duo for it.