Title: Organic
Author: HeeroDuo1x2x1
Genre: Supernatural, Romance
Pairings: Don't be retarded. Isn't it obvious?
Warnings: OOC, Shifting POV, maple syrup, and skitzophrenic death goddesses
Disclaimer: For the gazillionth time, I don't own GW. What's the point of even continuing saying this, lol?
Babble: Look! It's the last chapter! OMFG! Well, I hope this is worth the wait. It's short, but you people with live, right?

Heero's POV

I was barely aware when my body temperature began returning to normal. I knew I was panting, and I knew that someone else had come into the room. It took me longer than expected for me to realize who it was, but it didn't change the relief that flooded through me at knowing that Duo was there. Movement betrayed me, and I couldn't stand from my vulnerable position.

I could distinctly hear Duo and that witch arguing, however, and I could hear Duo's angry tone fizzle down to something almost subdued. He sounded almost... afraid. What was actually being said seemed to fly out the proverbial window before I could even process what it was, but the tones of their voices was something else. The idea that whatever the death goddess was saying frightened Duo was disconcerting. I didn't like it.

Duo's POV

I wasn't going to take that. I wasn't going to put Heero in danger because I was a freak. But I wasn't going to leave him, and I wasn't going to let my mother be right. I completely understood why she wanted to kill him. I hated her for it, but I understood. And I couldn't for the life of me figure out a way around it, aside from snatching Heero up and getting the hell out of there.

The problem with that being then I'd end up accidentally killing him, which could go one of two ways. One, that he'd end up being fine and dandy and not dead, and two, that all that shit about bits of your energy being left behind ends up being fake and then he's gone forever.

That's what she meant, I'd bet, when she said that he'd end up like me if he died because of me. Kind of like when some people do blood vows, cutting themselves and then pressing the bleeding flesh together to let the blood mingle. It's like that, only with energy and instead of stopping when the blood clots, energy continues flowing into whoever is closest. It doesn't happen like that with humans, since they're alive. I, on the other hand, am pretty much dead. My energy, when mixed too much with someone who's alive, would kill them, and would probably leave so much residue behind that they'd end up alive again, or at least some kind of alive.

At least I think that's what she meant. I almost hope it's not, but then at the same time... I wish it was. But I doubted Heero would want that, and instead of running and hiding like my entire body was telling me to, I looked at my mother and raised my chin ever-so-slightly, "If that's the case, then I don't want to be your son anymore."

I was proud of myself for saying that. My voice didn't waiver at all, and pretty much stayed even. Atropos's face was another story. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, then widened again, and her mouth opened and closed. She was at a loss for words.

"You'd give up everything I can give to... to be mortal again? To live and die like every other human?" She obviously couldn't really grasp this, but I just nodded. I noticed that Heero finally seemed to be able to sit up, and I glanced at him quickly. His eyes were just as wide as Atropos's.

"I would. I'd give up everything and more," I looked back to Heero, who was just staring at me as I spoke, almost disbelievingly, "Just to spend a normal, human life with Heero."

The Goddess of Death put a hand to her face, "I can't believe this. It just... doesn't make any sense! Why! Why would you want to be... human when you don't have to be?"

"Because everything I had when I was normal is more important to me than anything being a death god could offer! Because everyone I care about are humans, and alive and living their lives, while I'm stuck somewhere in between! I'm not alive, I'm not dead, I'm just... here!" I took a deep breath, squinting my eyes closed before forcing myslef to look again at Atropos, "I don't want to just be a shadow, just some memory. I want to finish living out my life, not the so-called 'life' that was forced upon me by a few stray gunshots."

I gave Heero a warm smile, and it grew wider when he returned it, just so. "I want to be human for you, Heero."

"D-Duo..." Heero's voice was soft, raspy, but I heard it clearly from his spot a few feet away on the floor. My mother was silent for a moment.

"You're serious."

"You bet I am."

Silence again, the only sound being me shifting on my feet and Heero's labored breathing.

With an almost inaudible sigh, my mother sat on the bed in the hotel room and gave me a long look, "I was hoping you would not want to go back to that, but... I can't stop you. You've told me what you want to do, and I have no right to tell you otherwise."

I blinked. Holy shit. I had honestly expected her to freak out or something. Considering the way that Heero started coughing, I figured he's thought the same thing. "You're going to let me?"

"I don't have a choice, son," she gave me a strained smile, careful not to look at Heero, "You've made your decision."

I barely had time to smile before everything went black.

Heero's POV

He wanted to be human for me. He wanted to give up his claim to that place of death for me. I really only had a moment to think about it before I found myself unconscious. The next time I awoke, it was to find myself in my apartment, with Duo lying on the bed next to me. He was clinging to me, and for the first time since he'd re-entered my life, I didn't feel ill around him. His body was warm pressed up against mine, and I was pondering how the insane goddess had managed to do this. My thoughts were short lived however, as the phone began to ring. I gently pulled myself from the bed, careful not to disturb Duo.

The number on the I.D. proclaimed that it was Quatre, and I had the strangest thought, something relating to a dinner party he'd set up for us all to celebrate something. I shrugged it off and picked up the reciever, watching at the blond's smiling face lit up the vid screen.

"Good morning, Heero!" he exclaimed, and I nodded.

"Good morning to you, too."

Quatre suddenly started trying to look around me, "What is that sound?"

I was suddenly having a horrible feeling of deja vu. I knew that at any minute Duo would walk out of the room and Quatre would freak out.

"By Allah! Duo!"

I cringed, but Quatre sounded more delighted than frightened and his face was brilliant.

"We were all wondering were you went off to!" Quatre continued, and Duo gave me a funny look before reaching and taking the reciever from me.

"What are you talking about, Quatre?"

"You've been missing for 6 months! We were worried! When you were shot... well, we thought we'd see you when you were well enough for Sally to release from the Preventer's hospital. Instead, we get a phone call saying you'd run off!" Quatre laughed, "We knew you were alright, but that didn't stop us from worrying! Have you been with Heero this entire time?"

Something was telling me that, yes, Duo had been with me for the past six months, and I could tell that whatever was telling me this was also telling Duo. He was grinning at Quatre, "You betcha, Q. I can't stand hospitals, you know that." They spoke for another few minutes, before Duo hung up the phone and turned to me, his face confused. "He doesn't remember."

"I noticed."

"So why do we?"

I shrugged, but offered a slight smile that Duo returned ten-fold, "It's something we shouldn't forget."

"I meant it, you know."

"Meant what?"

"When I said I'd give it all up for you," He reached out and ran his hands lightly over my arms, "Everything and more."

I leaned towards him, reaching a hand up and resting it on his cheek. His eyes weren't glowing anymore, only holding a small hint of the brilliant amethyst they'd been only a few hours before, but they were still beautiful. Those strange overlapping memories told me that we had crossed the line between friendship and more 3 months prior. The other memories, the ones that weren't valid anymore, assured me that Duo and I hadn't done anything of the sort at that time. I ignored the invalid memories, thinking that the important ones, these strange add-ons, were the ones that mattered, the ones that gave me the courage to do what I was about to do. I gave him a soft smile that made those eyes light up, and right before pressing my lips to his, I whispered, "I know."

- Owari

A/N: And, folks, that's that. It's done. All over. Happily ever after and all that jazz. (Okay, so I wouldn't say Duo disowning himself and making his crazy-ass mother insanely sad is happy. But at least he and Heero will be together! O.o) Anywho. I'll put up the "thanks a lot" section in about a week. So if anyone has questions about anything that happened here, let me know, and I'll get back to you in about a week!