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Author's Notes: I know I know. I've gotten into my lazy habits again... But I have been in band all week and next week is actual over-night camp, so I will only be able to write little bits at night on gasp PAPER! Oh no! Heh. Don't worry. I wholly intend to finish this fan fiction. Hell... I may even gather a muse to finish 'Kidnapped'... Never know. Heh.

Crash and Burn

Mission 2: Accepted...

"Heero! Where--!" Quatre let an audible gasp escape his lips when Heero, soaking and shivering, walked into the safe house carrying an unconscious Duo in his arms. He passed by without a word to the blonde, heading towards Duo's room. Worry and fear drowned Quatre's feeling heart as he followed the boy. Duo.... "What happened, Heero?" he asked.

Heero gently laid Duo on the stiff mattress and pulled the sheets up around him. He turned to Quatre, a look in his eyes the blonde couldn't place. "I don't know... We'll have to wait until he wakes up to tell us."

"Where did you find him?" Quatre asked from the doorway. The blonde couldn't look away from the hurt pilot, his gaze full of sympathy and pain for the braided boy.

"Downtown," Heero answered, taking one last glance at Duo before walking downstairs with Quatre. Questions ravaged the Japanese boy's mind, all longing to be answered but there was one that he wanted answered the most.

What had happened that was so bad, it caused Duo to sob? He had never seen the American boy cry. A strange feeling rose into his chest as the lost, hurt look that was on Duo's face when Heero had found him came to mind. Why should I care so much? If the baka couldn't keep himself out of trouble, why should I feel sorry for him?

But he did... and that was the problem. He cared more about the pilot than he had ever cared about Relena. Come to think of it, had he ever cared for Relena? She chased him and was always looking for answers. It was obvious she was infatuated with Heero, but he had never really given time to realise what she really meant to him and now that he thought about it... She meant nothing. Duo, on the other hand, had somehow become a part of him everyday thoughts. It was strange how much his view of the long haired baka had changed.

Heero shook his head lightly, ridding his mind of all thoughts of Duo, giving the coffee in front of him (not that he knew how it got there) his full attention. Steam rose in wisps into his face; a soothing warmth. What could have possibly happened that would cause Duo so much pain? His mind wandered again. I hate not knowing. Kuso...

"Heero?" said pilot looked up, his eyes meeting Quatre's. "Duo's awake." The Japanese jumped up from his seat and nearly ran up the stairs. Hopefully I can get some answers.

He slowly stepped up to the room, apprehension taking over. Why am I so nervous? Heero sighed, calming himself as much as he could, though his heart was still pounding against his chest. Slowly, the pilot turned the doorknob and slid the door open, passing through. "Duo?" he said.

Duo had his back against the headboard of the bed, looking straight ahead. A look of pure forlorn was settled into his face. It shook Heero to no end that the normally happy boy was looking so lost. Duo looked up, catching the other's gaze.

"Hey 'Ro," he said simply, his voice scratchy and broken.

"Duo... What happened?"

Mission 2: Complete

Well! Chapter two. Short, I know. Deal. Heh. Anyway. Hope you all like this chapter because there will be no update until I get 5 reviews! Mwahaha! Oook?