A/N: Here it is! Chapter 4! Hope this was soon enough!

Mysticheero: your review gave my plot bunnies an idea for this part…a little one, but who knows, it may grow. Watch for the very slight hint of something "dodgy"….mwahaha…;; And hope the donating blood went well for you!

Standard disclaimers apply, as well as the usual language warning thing. I hate doing this, but it's necessary. Don't wanna get sued.

Chapter 4: Duo

"Sounds like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Quatre commented once WuFei had closed the door.

Or in the wrong bed, in his case…Duo thought a bit darkly. "So why didn't you guys sleep well?"

Duo noticed the slight tinge of pink that crossed Quatre's face and raised an eyebrow at it. The blond turned even redder and hurried to busy himself with breakfast as Trowa answered.

"I was kept up most of the night…" he paused, ever so slightly…Is Trowa…blushing?! "…by this odd feeling. Like something…wasn't right."

"Wasn't right? You mean like we were bein' watched or something?" Duo asked.

Trowa shook his head no, as Heero spoke.

"I felt it too, I think. Whatever it was. It felt…tense…" he replied as he took the seat between Trowa and Duo at the table.

"Like when you walk in on two people having a very private conversation?" Quatre spoke softly, stirring something in a bowl.

Heero nodded.

"Something like that, yes," Trowa answered.

"You guys were probably feeling what I was feeling, then. My space heart was acting up all night with that tension," Quatre told them.

Trowa muttered something almost inaudibly, a slight pink tinge crossing his cheeks again. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn I heard him say 'yes, I know'.

Duo raised an eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut about it. "So, whoever was causing it was pretty worked up then, huh?"

Quatre nodded. "VERY worked up."

It was probably me then. Like WuFei would ever get worked up over anything other than injustice and the weakness of women.

He was just so…emotionless…this morning. More so than Trowa usually is. At least, until Quat walked in and then, well, yeah, then he was worked up alright. Can't say I blame him, though. I'd probably be mad, too, if I was in his shoes. Wish I knew just what his shoes were, though…

Quatre continued busying himself in the kitchen, turning on the stove and setting a skillet on the burner, then setting a pot of coffee to brew.

"Whatcha makin, Quat?" Duo asked, not wanting to sit in the awkward silence that had formed.

"Pancakes. That okay with everyone?"

"Sounds great! It's been I-don't-know-how-long since I've had a good stack of pancakes!"

Quatre laughed as he poured some of the batter into neat little circles on the skillet.

Duo found his gaze wandering out of the kitchen and through the sliding glass doors, focusing on the person on the other side.

The chinese pilot was engrossed in his exercises, moving fluidly through the movements he performed every morning.

He really is gorgeous…and he probably doesn't even know it. And sure, he's not the most sociable guy in the world, but he's a good person. Outside the missions, he won't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. He doesn't go picking fights with people, doesn't insult someone unless they start it… Shoot, he'd sooner shoo a fly out of the house than go for the swatter! But that's what I like about him. Gorgeous, confident but not conceited, and once you get past the prickly outside, he's warm and squishy on the inside…I think…

The chinese pilot whipped around suddenly, locking his gaze with Duo's.

Shit! He knows I was watching him! It's not like I meant to, but… Duo's heartbeat raced, but he couldn't bring himself to turn away from those dark eyes.

Without warning, WuFei turned and stormed to one side, out of the view of the doors.

Dammit…I'm sorry, WuFei… I didn't want to make you mad…

"How much longer on the pancakes?" Trowa's voice hauled Duo's mind back inside the kitchen.

"About ten minutes. Would you mind letting WuFei know?" the Arab replied.

Trowa nodded and set down his coffee cup, then headed for the back door.

Duo glanced at the spot on the table in front of him. A cup of coffee was there, still steaming. Quatre must have put it there. He smiled weakly, figuring Quatre hadn't bothered to interrupt his thoughts, since he most likely had a good idea where said thoughts were anyway.

He picked up the cup and drank a sip of the bitter liquid. He didn't feel like bothering with cream or sugar today. Not with his mood…stressed out by having to live with WuFei for no-clue-how-long, everyone apparently sensing his angst over the situation, and now having been caught watching WuFei and thus pissing off said pilot.

Trowa returned only a moment later, informing them that WuFei would be in in a few.

Duo continued to hold his cup, staring blankly into the black liquid it contained. Despite his enthusiasm about the pancakes, he truly didn't have much of an appetite. He hoped Quatre wouldn't take offense to his not eating much this morning. Maybe he'd be hungrier by lunch.

Of course, not eating much would set an alarm off to the others that something wasn't right with him, assuming they cared enough to hear it. He figured WuFei and Quatre would be the only ones who would care to notice, and now WuFei probably didn't give a damn about anything he said or did.

I just keep fucking things up. No matter what I do, or what I say, the fact that I exist seems to be quite a problem to everyone else. After thinking about it last night, I do kinda want to talk to WuFei, but…I don't know how much he remembers, or if he remembers anything at all. And if he doesn't, I can't just go opening my mouth and telling him what happened. That would make him even more upset with me… Though I don't really know how that's possible.

Duo didn't bother to glance up at the sound of the sliding doors; he knew exactly who it was and that they wouldn't want to have him look at them again. He was able to see, out of the corner of his eye, when WuFei sat down in the chair on the other side of Trowa. Leaving one chair between himself and Duo for Quatre. Duo wasn't surprised. He had expected as much.

"Right on time, WuFei," Quatre said cheerfully, setting a large plate stacked high with pancakes in the center of the table. He turned back around and grabbed silverware, butter, and syrup and set them on the table as well before taking his seat.

A/N: Okay, so I didn't really know where to stop here, but I felt the need for a time change as well as a POV change, so next chapter will be later in the day and from someone else's viewpoint. I'm going to try to stick with just the three (Duo, Quatre, WuFei), but if my plot bunnies get really evil, they may try bringing someone else into this…sigh they're coming up with ideas for a new pov right now. Damn things…I hate them sometimes. Anyway, let me know what you guys think! I'll try to keep updating this fast, but with school and work I may not have enough time to write it as fast as I'd like to.