Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING.
The end, I think. I wrote this too quickly though, it's been too much coming at once and I'm bored of it. I'll come back in a month or so and redo it
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Epilogue
Heero stood and watched the two men on his hands and knees in the mud. They were in England this month, at a Saxon burial mound, found as the foundations were dug for a new shopping mall. It was incredible to watch Trowa in a situation like this, absolutely in his element, unaware of anyone around. He was talking constantly to a small Dictaphone. Heero had only known the man for 4 months, but had quickly learned that the man didn't say much, but when he did it was usually worth listening to.
He also watched Duo, just for the sheer pleasure of watching. It was quite unnecessary for him to be here, so he was a lot more relaxed than normal. Heero thought back over the last few months, and all that had happened to him.
His reaction on duo appearing behind him had been mirrored by the archaeologist's own. The two of them had sat down by the fire and talked solidly for the next five hours. It was weird, Heero thought; he was normally such a reserved person, but with Duo it was different. He trusted Duo. He felt that he would go to the end of the world for Duo, with Duo, and this was what he had done.
It all made a nice arrangement really. His mother's godson, Chang Wufei, had by default become friends with Quatre. Heero and Duo had spent that first night so engrossed in their own conversation that they didn't even have the time to feel guilty about this, but the other two had much in common. That's where they'd be now, he expected, in a local library or museum together.
Duo got up and came to greet Heero, whom he'd just noticed. Wrapping his arms around the other man, duo felt home. He felt safe. All that he'd longed for for so long was here. Since they'd met, in both men's lives, the sun had finally come out. They were happier than either of them had ever thought they would be, and fortune smiled down on them. Taking Heero's hand in his own, duo felt the antique ring on his finger and smiled. He was home.
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So there we go. Nice and short is better for my health I think. But it doesn't matter for a while; it's over until the summer. Please review, I'll love you forever
LaVerne x
