He stood outside, staring at the ocean from his deck. He watched as the waves crashed against the shore in powerful blasts. The sea was very torrid that night. He climbed up onto the handrail and sat with one leg on either side, watching as the sun slowly set. He could see a storm coming, even as the dark clouds lay only on the horizon. He knew which way it was coming, and spoke a soft prayer for all the sailors out there.

He stared for a long time into the horizon, until little drops of rain started to Spackle onto his back in a gentle shower. Still he stayed, until the rain was pouring down upon him and lighting flashed through the sky like the fingers of God. He smiled up at the hands and prayed that they were protecting hands, and not damning ones as he hopped off the railing, back onto the porch. Just as he went to re-enter his small but elegant beach house, he noticed something lying on the Beach. At firs he though it was just some seaweed, drifter up in the current to find its grave on the dark sand. Out of curiosity and lack of anything better to do though, He decided to jump over the other side of the railing and down into the grassy area between his home and the beach. He ran down to where he'd seen the seaweed…no…human Body…

He took off at a dash as he realized what he'd been seeing was a barely alive human boy. He scooped up the dark haired boy and carried him quickly up to his patio and into his house through the shaded glass doors. He looked back to where he'd picked the boy up from, just in time to see the lighting reach down and strike the indent in the sand where the boy had been. A chill ran up his spine at that moment. "Apparently my prayer goes unheeded…" He said to himself as he carried the boy back to the spare bedroom. He could still feel the electricity in the air, making any strays from his long chestnut braid stand on end. He sat the boy on the floor at first, checking his vital signs to be sure he'd saved a boy, not a corpse. He sighed in relief as he found the boy to be alive. He smiled and whispered to the boy "You owe me now, buddy…" before removing his tattered, soaking clothes and putting a set of his own pajama pants on him. He picked the boy up again and sat him down in the bed, pulling the blankets up around him to keep him warm. He smiled as he left the room and turned off the lights, blowing his handsome new company a kiss before leaving.

The next morning

He woke up and shook his head a little, shaking the last bit of moisture off the tip of his hair as he looked around. The room was dark, but friendly nonetheless. He wondered how he'd gotten there from the ship. Then he remembered…"The ship! She went down…" He said with a sorrowful sigh. His life long love was gone forever, buried at the bottom of the sea. A tear ran down his cheek and he was about to let the wild tears flow form his eyes when the smell of something baking caught his attention.

Slowly, still nursing a killer headache, He got up and went over to the door. He was planning on opening the door and going to find out who owned this place and why he was there, but his plans were thwarted as morning light spilled into the room and blinded him, making him aware of the fact that his 'little headache' was actually a burning, aching migraine. He grimaced and picked up the blanket from the bed, pulling it over his head to shade his eyes as he tried again, His head still hurt as the sun's light ht his eyes, but not the rays. His makeshift phantom robe blocked them enough for him to be able to leave the room. He stalked his way down the hallway and looked for the source of the smell, where he supposed at least someone who could tell him where he was, would be.

He crept around the corner and smiled at the sight that he found. A young boy, looking barely the age of 18, sat on the kitchen table with nothing but a pair of black boxers, A red apron, and a Cross necklace. He seemed to be waiting for his baked goods to be done as he glared at the oven with a warning look in his eyes. The confused castaway slipped around the corner to get a better look at this man, and alert him to his presence.

As the boy turned to face him, he found himself temporarily unable to speak. The boy's hair was unbound and pooling down his back and onto the table. It looked as if it was at least to his knees. His eyes were large and a beautiful shade of violet. Two violet pools that caught him up in their current, almost as the sea caught him up the night before…

He shook his head and smiled a little at the boy, speaking shyly.

" Are you my rescuer?" He asked quietly, though still wary of his migraine.

The boy smiled at him and nodded his head. " I'm Duo Maxwell" He said cheerfully, but quietly. After years with his long time friend Heero, he knew to be quiet when someone was holding their head, lest he get a gun barrel shoved down his throat. Ah, the good old days…He though to himself with a slight chuckle.

The other boy smiled at him and nodded " Trowa…its nice to meet you…thank you for saving me" The castaway said as kindly as he could. In truth, he'd wished that his lovely savior had left him on the shore to die along with his beloved ship.

Duo noticed the look of regret in Trowa's eyes, and decided to try to comfort him. He only hoped this new company wasn't quite as violent as his old company." So Trowa… any clue what your last name is?" He said with a cheerful smile.

Trowa sighed and shook his head. "No, but its not because if the accident… I've never known my real name…. not even the name Trowa is truly mine. It was the name of the captain before me…"

Duo's eyes glistened with a dreamy look in them as he leaned over the edge of the table to look closer at Trowa "Are you the captain of a ship? What's its name? What do you do on a ship? Are you a Pirate?" Duo's rambunctious attitude allowed him a moment of childish behavior, and he put his hand to his mouth to stop himself. "Sorry, I guess that's kind of ridiculous… There are not Pirates anymore, right?"

Trowa grinned at the boyish man sitting on the table in front of him and winked his eye. "Of course not" He said with a suggestive grin. " I do shipments from India… quite a lot of them to be exact" He finished.

Duo stared at him with wide eyes and smiled. " I see then… I'll ask no more" He said as he got off the counter, answering the call of the timer he'd set for what Trowa now noticed to be cookies. He smiled to himself as the thought crossed his mind. Cookies… He hadn't had those in almost ten years…

Duo noticed him staring and grinned. He gestured over to the cookies that were already cooling on the table" I got bored waiting for you to wake up…and it rained so I couldn't go water the plants in the yard" He said with a shrug. " So I figured I'd make cookies and give you something nice to wake up to"

Trowa smiled and nodded as he picked up one of the cookies that were still warm, but not hot anymore. He took a bite of it and made a contented noise as the cookie practically melted in his mouth. He looked up at the hospitable boy known as Duo Maxwell and smiled to him. It felt so good to be in the presence of another human being that didn't spit on a regular basis and eat raw eggs for breakfast; let alone who baked for him!

Duo slapped Trowa's hand as he went to pick up another cookie. Trowa at first gave him an angry glare, but it melted as soon as he caught sight of the cute little brunette with his hands on his hips and a scolding look on his face. " I don't think so!" Duo said. " Lunch first!" He said cheerfully. He'd never admit it to the scruffy man, but having company made him just as happy as Trowa was to be on land. They smiled at each other for a moment before Duo ran off to make lunch. Trowa sat in the spot Duo had been on and waited patiently for him to return. However when the cold of the counter seemed more intimate than usual, a thought crossed his mind. He wasn't quite sure why he hadn't thought of this before. He turned around to face Duo and gave him a quizzical look.

"Duo…did you undress me?"

Duo sighed. As fun as it was to have a houseguest, he could tell this one was going to be a load of trouble.

­­­WEEEE! . New fic, total mush-idge :nodnod: o.o;; So what do you think of my new start? I know, I know, I have a lot pf projects running at the same time, but I promise to get them all in order. My slew of Red disks are getting compiled and revised, so expect some of my really old stuff to come back, revised and repaired! For now, enjoy this new AU OOC bit of fluff. More will come on it when I get a jolt of inspiration.