Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters and bow to those wise, noble people who created them!

Warnings: OOC, angst, sap

Discoveries

"Well if I had known you didn't like Pizza, I wouldn't have ordered it would I?" I sighed staring at Heero as he eyed the sloppy slice in his hands a little uncertainly.

"Whatever," he murmured in reply.

I could almost see the perfect soldier in him saying, "Sustenance is sustenance".

Well, whatever finally persuaded my picky little flatmate, Heero suddenly stuffed the drooping end of the slice into his mouth and bit it off ravenously pulling cheese and peppers and mushrooms with it.

I had to laugh as the pristine oh-so-sombre-soldier Heero Yuy glared at the pizza in his hand as if it had interfered with his mission to eat it. He ignored me as I giggled to myself and tried futilely to separate the cheese, only succeeding in pulling it further apart.

"Here," I said with a laugh, not being able to take the look on his face much longer.

Reaching out to the unruly strands of melted cheese I snapped them effortlessly, taking the dangling strands and pushing them into Heero's mouth. I threw the others back into the box and then sat back to get a better view of the television. It was only as I reached out for my own slice that I realised that I had just put my fingers into Heero's mouth. In his mouth, oh god, now I'd done it. I could envision the "omae o korosu's" and threats…but somehow I managed to completely miscalculate his reaction. Heero remained silent, and when I glanced quickly at him he didn't even seem to have noticed. During the war a mere tap on the shoulder was enough to merit a kick in the shin from Heero, and now here I was stuffing my fingers into his mouth and he didn't even blink. Oh well, the guys a mystery to me, what more can I say? Well actually I could say a lot more but I wasn't going to bore you with the particulars, so we'll just leave it at that, 'kay? You want more? Well alright, just a little…

I have to say that what Heero had revealed to me that night, just after I'd ordered our dinner, had been a shock. He seemed to have been doing that a lot lately, and it was getting annoying.

"Duo," he'd said to me, "you work for the Preventers?"

The way he'd said it however was more like a statement than a question, all that old authority seeping back into his voice as he went into interrogation mode.

"Eh, yeah," I had said trying to tear my mind away from the drool worthy thought of pizza, "why'd you ask?"

"I want to work there," he'd said matter-of-factly before leaning back on the couch and flipping through a book sitting beside him.

I nearly choked. Heero was being so sudden with all of his revelations lately, not giving me any warning at all.

"Well, umm, okay," I had stalled, "err…why?"

"Will you help me or not," he'd asked totally avoiding my question.

So I hadn't pressed any further, knowing from the look on his face that I wasn't going to get anywhere with him when he was being this evasive. I had just nodded and then plopped myself down on the couch to chew over the information in silence. Heero wanted to join the Preventers? But why? I would have thought that working for an agency, under the command of ex-enemies, having to live out his old life all over again…wouldn't that be hard? Yet when had Heero ever opted for the easy path? I continued to silently brood as Heero sat beside me reading and ignoring my introspective mood.

In fact we managed to sit in complete silence until the pizza arrived, the only alleviation of the tense silence being the occasional turning of a page. I managed to get so lost in my thoughts that I nearly jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang, grinning sheepishly at Heero in embarrassment. He hadn't even noticed however, not even looking up from his book as I retrieved our dinner.

I thought about it later that night as I lay in bed, unable to sleep. In the middle of the night I had woken, this odd feeling of nostalgia gnawing at my brain, refusing to let me slip off into dreamland. I knew I shouldn't have but I got up then and opened the bedroom door and then went back to bed. What's so bad about that? I hear you ask. Well, with the door open I had a clear view into the living room, and the couch where Heero was sleeping. It's sad I know, and kind of a strange thing to do, but I liked to watch him sleep. The only time he ever seems totally peaceful. Again the haunted look that I had seen in his eyes earlier that day flashed into my mind. I hadn't liked what I had seen there; too much turmoil was hiding behind those frosty orbs, too much hidden feeling. But the smirking had unnerved me even more, the cruelty I thought I had seen flicker in Heero's eyes, melting through the frost. My thought's faltered as I looked back at the calm face of the sleeping Heero. Maybe it was just my imagination…

"Sleep well," I finally murmured before finally drifting into sleep once more.

 AN: Not quite sure what this chapter is supposed to do! Not much plot and it's very short, so I guess it's just a link with a little character expansion thrown in for good measure! Next will be longer, please R&R!