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Title: Escape Tactics (3/5)
Author: Mistress Tsunami
Archive: If you wan, just ask, although I dun kno why you would wan
Pairings: 25, 1x5, 125, 3x4, and 2? (guess who! Oh, and is it really there? If it is, where? Wanna know what you guys think, even tho I 'lready got it planned out.)
Warnings: Umm...just general wierdness? I had nothing better to do kinda wierdness? Really...umm, strange wierdness?
Rating: G Feedback: see this? it's an ice cream gun. it goes off in yo face if you don't give me feedback.
Notes: = scene change. BOOM = emphasis.
Escape Tactics 3/5
MANY THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS!!! I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH!!!
And another five lunar cycles later....
Trowa stared up at the ceiling from his place on the floor. Three whole days he had been stuck down here in this - unexpectedly nice and clean, but still uncomfortable - cell. Truth be told, what made him uncomfortable was the level of comfort. Since when had canopy beds and plush couches become standard for cells?
His thoughts wandered to Duo, and he wondered how the braided pilot was doing. Duo had been grazed by a bullet during the battle. It was on his leg, and deep enough that it would hurt to move. Trowa doubted that the braided boy would ever admit that little fact to the OZ soldiers, though.
So where was he?
Duo lay on the medical table - one of those cold, hard ones that they usually tie you to in paper-thin, sorry excuses for gowns so that you freeze - and was deciedly not happy.
Trieze walked in, a glimmer of sweat on his normally pristine brow. "Hello Duo. You missed all the fun."
Duo looked away. "Do you hafta rub it in?"
"Oh, I do apologize. I didn't realize that you enjoyed it so much."
"Well, two on one isn't exactly what I'd call fair, but I always like a challenge. Besides, last time I managed to come out on top."
"Perhaps in a few days, then? Once you've healed?"
"Promise to let me and the other pilot go free."
"I'll need a tee-shirt."
"I'll need to see him."
"Two days."
"Done."
"Done."
Duo walked into the room, not really knowing what to expect, but certainly not expecting an officer's suite. "Woah, they really set you up, didn't they Tro?"
"Good to see you as well, Maxwell. What's up? We've been here five days, and that's a bit much, considering how I've been treated," Trowa commented, sitting up on the bed.
"I got a hospital bed," Duo sighed.
"Man, you guys get all the good stuff. Look Tro, truthfully, I need a fav."
"Yeah?"
"I need your shirt."
Trowa looked very confused at that. "What for?"
Duo looked away, refusing to make eye contact. "Just...please?" Duo began to fidget nervously. He didn't want to tell Trowa, because Trowa would tell Quatre, and then Wufei and Heero would certainly find out. Trowa shrugged and pulled his loose shirt over his head, handing it wordlessly to the braided boy, who looked immensely relieved. "Thanks!" Duo called over his shoulder.
And then Duo was gone.
"That was...odd."
Duo bounced back into the current safehouse, Trowa silently following him. Quatre immediatly found his way into Trowa's arms, inspecting him for wounds, and Heero and Wufei looked Duo over, however were much more subtle about it.
"You've been hit," Heero stated.
"Ozzies took care o' it," Duo said with a yawn.
"Hey, I'm kinda tired, mind if I take a nap?"
"Take my bed. You look like Hell's just risen."
"Thanks 'Fei...I think."
Heero and Wufei looked at each other once Duo left, sending silent messages to each other. Heero nodded and they both got up to leave, heading for Wufei's room.
Trowa and Quatre smiled at each other knowingly. "'Bout time," Quatre sighed.
Trowa nodded, kissing the top of Quatre's head. "Well, are we just going to stand here, or are you going to welcome me home?"
Quatre's cheeks flushed, slightly pink, and they headed upstairs.
Wufei sat it the large armchair they had moved into the room and Heero settled into his lap.
"Well?" Heero asked.
"When he wakes up." Heero nodded, then snuggled into Wufei's arms, safe.
"Next time," Heero murmured into Wufei's chest, "Next time, Fei-Fei, we follow him."
END CHAPTER
