Before you Start: Okay, this is just me and my impatience, but this chapter has not been beta read yet, it's no ones fault, I just wanted to post something, so A REVISED VERSION WILL BE POSTED IN DUE TIME, this isn't the 'official' chapter. AND: I must warn you, I got a bit silly later in this chapter, multiple times. And so I don't offend anyone, I give you the following warnings: Poking fun at Southern accents, I happen to have one and live in the great ol' South and I am damn proud of our unique speakin' abilities, a very, VERY OOC Zechs, yes he is here and no he is not having crazy sex with Heero or Duo, not to say that he doesn't try.

We sat down on the cheap, red, vinyl seats of the small musty diner, two and a half miles of walking and this was the best we could find. Now that's just proof we're beyond civilization, there's not even a Wal-Mart out here, a frickin' Wal-Mart!

Heero sat across from me and picked up one of the laminated menus from the table and began to browse through it.

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Does anything in here not come soaked in grease?" he whispered.

I grinned, he was making something similar to a joke, what I call Heero humor, doesn't come around too often. It was good to see his mood had improved.

"But that's the heart of American food! Besides, it still tastes good, even though no one will admit it." I answered.

"Hnn." Was my reply. Okay so it hasn't improved that much.

A waitress with Dolly Parton hair, heavy electric blue eye make up, cat eye glasses and a flashy smile came up to our table.

"Welcome to Millie's Diner, what'ch ya'll in for?" she asks. (Oh yeah, definitely beyond civilization)

"I'll have a burger and fries with a coke." I told her, smiling back, I liked her, she was really nice.

"I'll have what he's having." Heero answered.

The waitress nodded and shouted something in secret diner language to the cook as she walked off.

"I'm willing to try this whole 'grease is good' thing, but if I get a heart attack and die, it's entirely your fault."

I shrugged, "There are worse things."

There was a strange silence, Heero staring at the napkin holder.

"You're good at sex. Can we do it again?"

I blew some of my freshly arrived coke out of my nose and gagged.

"Uh……do you always ask socially inappropriate questions in public?" was the best come back I could shoot back at him.

Heero looked right at me and put, rather bluntly, "It's true. You're good at sex, and I would like to do it again. Asking another question will not divert me from seeking an answer."

He just went completely anal on me…it's kind of a weird turn on.

I sighed and gave in.

"Alright, alright. Geez you're persistent. Sure we can do it again, but preferably a place where we can't get caught, again." I answered.

Heero gave a curt nod and went back to staring at nothing in particular. Maybe bringing up the incident with his parents wasn't on my list of smartest things I've said, which is a rather short list now that I think about it.

The waitress arrived with our food and told us to shout for her, Susie May was her name, if we needed anything.

Heero hesitantly bit his burger and waited as if expecting some horrible disease to plague him the moment he swallowed.

"…this is good…"

I smiled and drowned my fries in ketchup, "See, I told you. You should trust me more often."

I felt something bump into my leg as Heero took a large bite out of his burger. Lord I think his social skills are improving, bring out the champagne!

After finishing a lovely, non-heart-attack-causing meal, we paid the bill and left in search of a gas station. We really didn't feel like pushing the car all the way back to town, but there was one tiny little problem…we couldn't find a gas station.

"Heero we've been searching for the past hour and a half, face it, aliens must've abducted every gas station from here to Mexico!" I whined.

"Duo, contrary to popular belief, whining does not make gas stations appear out of mid-air." Heero snapped.

We walked up the hill in the road and low and behold a gas station was on the other side. Maybe I should try whining for a Ferrari next.

"You were saying Mr. Yuy?" I teased and walked down the hill ahead of him as he muttered, "How the Hell…?"

Just like Millie's Diner, the whine produced gas station was in the middle of now where, unlike Millie's Diner, there was not a soul to come help us.

We opened up the door to the small building, the door bell sounded, but no one answered. Everything was clean and well stocked, the lights were even on, it was really odd.

"Anyone here?" Heero called out.

There was some loud crashing coming from the back.

A tall man with long, white blonde hair stumbled out from the storage room, along with him came the strong smell of smoke and marijuana. Great a stoned gas attendant, what else?

"Hello isn't anyone helping you?" he asked us, his eyes glazed over and dilated.

"You're the only one working here." Heero answered, glaring at the stoned attendant.

The attendant's face lit up as if he had just had some glorious revelation.

"Oh yeah."

Heero shook his head, disgusted.

"Will you help us then?"

The man stuck out his hand.

"I'm Zechs."

"That's nice, will you help us?"

"Please don't tell my boss about the joints, it was only two." Zechs continued, completely deaf to Heero's words.

"You're boss isn't even here!" Heero snapped at him.

Zechs voice went quiet as he leaned over the counter to us.

"He has eyes everywhere." He whispered in an eerie voice and pointed to the surveillance camera.

I shoved Heero aside, whose head might pop off any second, and smiled flirtatiously at Zechs.

"We won't tell him a thing if you help us, Honey." I told him, putting my hand over his.

Zechs grinned like a kid at Christmas, he made be stoned, but flirting he could understand.

"Sure I'll help you Sweetheart." He answered, and grabbed my wrist, pulled me forward and kissed me.

Oops.

Well if Heero's head didn't pop off, Zechs's was about to. It took less than two seconds for Heero to pull us apart and wrap his hands around Zechs's throat.

"Don't touch him, he's mine." Heero said quietly.

"Guuuhhhh-aaackkk…" Zechs replied.

Apparently that is a sound of agreement, as Heero quickly let go of him and wrapped an arm around my waist. Why do I have to be so damn desirable?

Zechs slouched against the counter, gasping.

"You really don't look like a guy." He told me.

Just goes to show you really must be stoned if you can make a gender remark after being strangled half to death.

I shrugged and leaned against Heero.

"You never asked."

"I like 'em either way." Zechs answered.

Heero intervened.

"Can you give us some gas or not?" he demanded.

Zechs casually looked over at him.

"What, too good to do it yourself?" he asked.

Before Heero could try a shot a murder again, I jumped in.

"Our car ran out of gas a good ways back, we need to carry some gas back to it and get home." I told him.

Zechs gave a nod of understanding.

"I see, head on out back, I've got some in the back of my truck, I'll give you a ride. As long as he doesn't try and kill me again."

I shook my head and assured him that Heero wouldn't…I hope.

The three of us cramped into Zechs's truck, I was stuck in the middle, something Heero wasn't happy with. I continued to slap Zechs's hand from my knee all the way back to Heero's car. And it's a miracle we didn't crash and burn on the way home with Zechs's driving. I wonder how many high ways that man was seeing.

We pulled into the dusty road and Zech's brought the gas to Heero's car and graciously filled it up for us for free, probably because he was afraid he might leave with some limbs missing if he asked Heero for money. He waved good-bye and told me if I ever wanted some 'real fun' I knew where to find him and left.

"I don't like that guy." Heero said.

"Really? I didn't notice."

"Oh that was really original." Heero snorted.

I grinned and leaned against the back of the car.

"Now where?" I asked.

Heero stared back into the direction of our town.

"Anywhere but there." He answered.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind.

"I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth, and as corny as that sounds, I mean it." I told him softly.

Heero gave a small chuckle.

"I know you do Beautiful." He answered, and swung around so he was facing me.

"Is this the point where we kiss?" I ask.

Heero smiled seductively.

"We could do something better than kissing."

I laughed and tugged him towards the open car door.

Somehow in some weird way, even though we made absolutely no progress, aside from seeing the results of heavy drug use, it felt like we had taken a small step towards, I don't know, somewhere, if that makes any sense at all.

TBC

Author's Notes:

Yes, for those of you who can't pick up on implied events, they're having sex, again, and as much as I would adore doing a juicy lemon, I don't wish to push my luck with too far. Just, use your imaginations; we all know how fun that can be. grins impishly

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