By deathsflame
Disclaimer: Why do I even bother! You already know! If I owned It do You think I'd be writing a fan fiction?
A/n: HORRAH for motivation and vacations. Spring break is upon us so I've got some time to write. I REALY REALLY want to get back to Look twice, but I'm determined to finish this first, o! And to put up the 2nd chap of Most of a Ghost. Any way. Read and review! I love getting comments! Otherwise I think I'd scrap all of this and give up! Adios for now!
Heero tiredly staggered out of his Jeep and pushed open the door to the safe house. The heated atmosphere of the safe house's walls replaced the cool night air. Taking his boots off Heero walked into the main room, a sickening smell filling his senses.
Oh damn, Duo must be cooking again
To tired and dirty to yell at the braided baka he headed toward the bathroom and the inviting shower. The American Pilot was shouting something from outside the door.
" Hey! How'd it go"
Heero paused stripping off his clothing and stepped into the shower stall.
" Fine"
As tanned hands worked shampoo into a lather thru dark brown hair, Duo's voice was still piercing the air.
" HMM.. Well next mission I'm coming, RIGHT?"
Heero ignored pilot 02 and tossed his head back swallowing some off the warm water that fell into his mouth, the liquid soothing his throat that was burning for some reason.
" Can't get sick, better take some meds before I turn in" He mumbled rubbing soap over his dirty body trying to eradicate the foul smell that was still in his nose. As he looked up wards at the shower spout Heero found it hard to focus his eyes. The chrome steel of the spout shone brightly then blinked out as it swayed thru his vision. Blinking twice Heero pushed back his wet hair from his eyes to make sure he was seeing right. Vision stopping it's movement for a little bit Heero shut the shower off and pulled a towel around his waist. Stepping across the cool linoleum floor of the plain bathroom Pilot 01 leaned his hot forehead against the cold glass of the mirror. Pulling back and taking out a box, Heero popped two pills into his mouth hoping that would rid him of his symptoms. Pulling out a spare set of clothes the Japanese boy quickly dressed. His head was spinning as he opened the door to leave the steamy bathroom.
" Boy I must really be tired" He thought groggily.
Walking lightly back into the main room Heero looked around for his companion, Duo, who seemed to have run off somewhere. Rather clumsily Heero sat himself down on the couch to collect himself. A wave of Nausea swept over him. Panic suddenly course thru him as Heero weakly grasped on the edged of a nearby table trying to raise himself to stand.
" NO, no, no no...I was careless, no...it can't be..." Managing to pull his now heavy feeling body up Heero gasped out his realization " They had said, it needed to be frozen...that Idiot was throwing around chemicals, the virus particles were free from their containment devices."
Eyes straining to focus on something, any thing Heero let his grasp on the supporting table slip and muttered in a hoarse voice
" Duo..."