Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, just like the rest of us here on the sight…… makes us all sad right? Oh, well we will live. On to the story!

Chapter 2

Heero awoke later that morning only to find that Duo still had a death grip on him. (Appropriate, ne?)

'I guess the only thing to do now is to wait for him to wake up.' Heero thought looking down at the peacefully sleeping boy.

Heero looked over at the clock on his open laptop across the room; it read 8:04 am. Heero gave a small inaudible sigh and looked back over to Duo. He softly brushed his hand over Duo's forehead to brush aside Duo's lose bangs and gave a little smile that soon faded into the thoughtful calculating look that was often associated with him.

'What was my Duo dreaming about?' Heero thought. 'WAIT A MINUET! MY DUO! SENCE WHEN WAS DUO MINE!' Heero's eyes were wide as he pondered over his feelings for the braided pilot. 'Sure he is attractive, if he is a he.' Heero thought. 'That long chestnut braid, those expressive violet eyes, that ever moving mouth surrounded by those soft lips. That constant sent of vanilla and cherry blossoms, just like his shampoo. STOP! STOP! STOP! This is a little far. I mean is Duo even gay… or a guy for that matter?' Heero went back to a scowl as he thought more on his feelings for Duo.

Heero had just figured out that he should tell Duo that he loved him, how ever he was, when said person began to stir around 10:17 am. Duo let go of Heero and stretched unconsciously, sending stabs of reeling pain through his injured side.

"Sweet sister, mother HHHHMMMMMM…" Duo yelled clamping one hand over his mouth and one over his side.

"Maybe you should lay still." Heero said in his monotone voice, getting up from the bed.

"What?" Duo started. "What hap.."

Duo was cut off by Heero. "Just stay there. I will go get you something for it." Heero entered the bathroom and then emerged with two pills and a glass of water.

Duo took them gratefully and looked up at Heero. "How did I..."

"Get in here?" Heero finished. "You passed out just outside my door." Heero replied to the sight of Duo nodding yes.

"So, can I go get breakfast? I'm starved." Duo said.

"Only, if you can move without passing out." Heero replied.

Duo got up with a slight wince and limped down the stairs with Heero right behind him. Heero sat down with some oatmeal and his laptop and began to type. Duo sat down across from him with a huge bowl of cereal.

Duo finished his cereal and looked across the bar at Heero. "What's today's date?" He asked.

"The thirteenth." Heero replied.

"Thanks buddy." Duo got up and went into the living room, unusually silent.

(AN: I was originally going to put a big thing of Duo talking to Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, and Solo. I decided to cut it as it may bore all you great readers.)

Duo had walked past the study on his way to the living room where Quatre and Trowa were seated reading a book.

"Little one?" Trowa questioned as he watched Heero walk by in the same direction.

"They will be just fine. It will take a bit of time though." Quatre replied looking up at the tall teen.

The two love birds went right back into their interesting book.

Back in the living room Duo was talking to himself while watching television with Heero listening intently to see if he could find out anything at all.

"Why did he have to find me? Why me, of all people?" Duo was muttering loudly. "He makes it so hard to be me, to hide." Duo put his hands in his head.

Heero was listening intently as Duo was reviling his secret, his best kept one.

"He can drive a girl crazy. I can hardly stand it. If head over heals was physically possible, I think I have gone such with Heero." Duo sighed. "As if hiding being a girl was hard enough."

TBC