Author's Note: I'm astonished anybody was able to make sense of this when the transitional breaks didn't publish. Sorry, I hadn't realized until it was pointed out in another fic of mine. Thanks to those of you who reviewed regardless of that confusion.

In their many adventures, somehow Duo always managed to surprise him. Maybe he was just naive. After the cheese grater incident, the impromptu panty raid, and the Road Trip from Hell™, the fact that they were entangled in the corner of a pitch dark basement after crawling through a broken window shouldn't have been that surprising.

"Duo?"

"Yeah, Quat?"

"... is that... your hand?"

Pause. Rustle of clothing. Quatre's breath caught.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess it is."

"Can you... move it?"

"Oh right."

Quatre let out a breath, finally, as Duo managed to feel his way upright. When Quatre found his bearings, he fumbled for his canvas knapsack to find his flashlight. With a firm shake or two, it blinded both of them.

"Jesus, warn me when you're going to do that!"

"You didn't warn me when you came crashing down on me!"

"Are you calling me fat?"

"... well now that you mention it, in that outfit..." Quatre passed the light over Duo from head to toe.

Duo snatched the flashlight from him, "Focus. There's not a lot of time."

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Heero should have been sleeping. He had to get up first thing in the morning to help Relena move into her new apartment off-campus. He had to get to the gym before that. Then he would have to drive back to campus and change to have dinner with her parents. Or he could bring another change of clothes with him... gym clothes, moving clothes, dinner clothes... but that would take up room in the car and he had to help her move, he had to see her parents, but if he didn't go to the gym, he'd feel like hell and he was thrown completely off kilter by her. Again.

Now was not the time to be changing into a pair of shorts, or putting on his running shoes. Or grabbing his hoodie off the back of his dorm room door, and heading out for a run.

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"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"Shh!"

Quatre turned his head just in time to watch Duo come straight for him and tackle him into the corner.

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Heero was going to be considerate and quietly make his way outside, but once he got on the stairs, he just needed to get the hell out. Only the security lights were on at this hour, but they just barely qualified as 'light'. But he'd been this route hundreds of times in the last three years - he could do it blindfolded.

That is, of course, if the floor wasn't covered in shaving cream and unidentified sticky substances. Or if he hadn't tripped on a roll of toilet paper on the way down causing him to tumble down a handful of steps. And now he was lying in a very fluffy sticky pool on the floor while a wayward roll of toilet paper flew overhead to blanket him in pillow-soft lavender-scented goodness. He instinctively flexed his fist and it closed over what he could only identify off the top of his head as some form of feminine product.

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"He's just..." Quatre checked his voice to a hush, "... lying there."

"He didn't fall that hard. Did you see who it was?"

"Someone bigger than us."

Quatre looked over at Duo. Duo looked back at Quatre.

"Bail?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Quatre grabbed his bag and Duo dumped the rolls of toilet paper he was hording under his sweatshirt as they high-tailed it back to the basement.