Two reviews, YAY! Thank y'all so much for the encouragement. I wasn't too terribly sure about this fic at the beginning to be honest, so I can't tell you how much it means that y'all like it. I just hope you don't want to kill me after this part. Oh, a bit more language in this chapter, but due to the nature I thought it appropriate. Anyhoo, here's the third chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own song or character. Le sigh.

This Ain't a Love Song

I should have seen it coming when the roses died

Should have seen the end of summer in your eyes

I should've listened when you said good night

You really meant goodbye

Baby, ain't it funny how we never ever learn to fall

You're really on your knees, when you're standing tall

But only fools are know-it-all's and I played that fool for you

I cried and I cried, there were nights that I died for you, baby

I tried and I tried to deny your love drove me crazy

If the love that I got for you is gone,

If the river I cried ain't that long

Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong, this ain't a love song

Wufei sat silently in the passenger seat as Heero drove them to Preventer Headquarters. When Heero had told him the truth, Wufei had shaken his head in shocked disbelief. There was no way Une would have done that. Surely, she didn't…But the look in Heero's eyes was certain. Wufei had dropped his head to his hands and cried. He cried for the love he and Duo had shared, for the joy and peace they had found. And he cried for the horrendous way it was torn from them.

All those moments of anxiety, Duo's descent into depression, the haunted look in his violet eyes, it all made sense now. Wufei was partly to blame, he would not deny that; and he was already answering for that. But Une had plunged the knife into his lover's heart long before he had twisted it, and she would answer for that.

He jumped from the car and stormed through the building, ignoring the strange looks he received. He also ignored Une's secretary's protests as he barged into her office. She looked up startled as he slammed his hands on her desk and glared at her.

"How dare you?" It was not how he had planned it. He was going to ask her very calmly what she had done and listen to her side of things. But his anger had grown and he couldn't seem to contain it.

She blinked. "What?"

Wufei ground his teeth. "Duo."

That single word held so much in it that Une sat back in her chair, hoping to put some distance between herself and Wufei. "It was imperative to the mission."

"Impera- Are you insane! How could you order Duo, of all people, to seduce someone and then blow up an orphanage? Damn it, woman. Have you no heart? Hasn't he been through enough?"

Une looked away. "It wasn't as if he had to sleep with the man and there were no children in the orphanage. It was abandoned a long time ago and-"

"I don't give a shit about your excuses." He pushed away from the desk. "You have no idea what you've done to him. Do you know how long it took him to get through his guilt over the Maxwell Church Massacre? Do you know how hard he fought to keep himself pure in that rat hole of a colony? He watched his friends sidle up to strangers, seducing them for money and he swore he would never put on airs when it came to sex. I was the only person he'd ever touched!"

Une's eyes looked beyond Wufei. "Yuy, would you please take Chang somewhere to calm him down?"

Heero shook his head. "I'm just here to make sure he doesn't kill you."

She pursed her lips and reached for her phone, but Wufei grabbed her wrist. "If an agent has a valid reason to be removed from a case, then he/she should present his/her request and a replacement will be found." He quoted verbatim from the Preventer handbook. "Mental trauma is listed among the valid reasons and Heero told me he found the request form Duo submitted. Why did you deny his request?"

"The drugs these people were manufacturing were deadly. They tripped dangerous emotions in people. The leader had a fondness for effeminate males with long hair. Duo was the best candidate."

Wufei grabbed the collar of her uniform. "You… you turned him into a whore for a mission. Is that what you're telling me? I can't believe he didn't flat out refuse."

She grimaced and looked away. "He tried. I told him he would be fired if didn't do it."

"You heartless bitch!" He shoved her back into her seat and stormed from the office. Heero following him closely, worried about his friend's angered condition. Wufei was angry and hurt, and Heero was worried he'd breakdown before he could calm down.

She jumped up and followed him. "Chang, I had no choice. You don't understand."

"NO! You don't understand, or you'd have never done that!" His fists clenched and he felt a very strong urge to break something, preferably the woman's neck.

"Wufei? What's going on?"

He turned to Sally. "Do you have any idea what that bitch has done?" He pointed at Une. "She might as well have sold his soul to the devil himself." He groaned and rubbed his face. "Oh, God, Heero, she took him from me. Ripped him out of my arms and crushed him." Tears poured down Wufei's face in torrents, but he didn't notice. They weren't enough to release the pain in his heart.

Blue eyes darkened as they turned back to Une. "Are you sure you're fit for this position?"

She took a step back. The entire office had fallen into deadly silence as looks of confusion and anger focused on Une. She stepped back and returned to her office as Heero grabbed Wufei's arm and lead him from the building.

Baby, I thought you and me would stand the test of time

Like we got away with the perfect crime

But we were just a legend in my mind

I guess that I was blind

Remember those nights of dancing at the masquerade

The clowns wore smiles that wouldn't fade

You and I were the renegades, guess some things never change

Wufei didn't even notice where they were going until Heero sat him down on the couch in his living room. Wufei looked around the house he and Duo had shared.

(Duo turned around on the ladder, looking down at Wufei. Silver paint covered his hands and speckled his face. "Hey, Fei?"

Wufei looked up from the trim he was working on. "Hm?"

"I think we're going to need a whole lot more paint. It'll take more than two coats."

Wufei looked around the room. "Yeah. Why did you have to pick the most expensive kind they had?"

Duo pouted. "Because it looks so cool. You said you liked it."

Wufei forced his lips from curving upward and he looked back to his lover. "Hm, well, it's all right I suppose. It might help if you got more on the wall than you did on yourself, you know."

Duo's lips twitched and he slowly stepped down the ladder. Not quite trusting the look in those violet eyes, Wufei rose to his feet and backed away, hands in front of himself. "Now, Duo. Don't you think you should put the brush down if you're not at the wall?"

Perfectly arched eyebrows raised. "You mean this?"

Wufei tried to duck under the brush, but Duo had managed to throw one arm around his shoulders and swiped the brush down Wufei's hair. It was childish and immature, but at that moment, they didn't care. By the time they were finished, very few parts of them weren't silver. Quatre and Trowa came in at that moment, with raised eyebrows.

"I thought we were painting the living room." The blonde said with a laugh.

Duo shrugged. "We were, but Wufei looks good in silver, doncha think?")

The memory faded. That had been one of those days where nothing special happened exactly, but the purity of the moment had made it a memory worth holding on to. It had been the start of a surety in Wufei's mind that they would make it. That his fears had been unfounded. Heero went to the kitchen and made Wufei some tea. He took the cup silently and held it in his hands.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this, Heero. After all those years… Damn it. There's no way to go back. I can't undo what happened. I can't ease his pain. I can't do anything to help him." He looked up to Heero. "We don't even know where he is."

It made me so mad cause I wanted it bad for us baby

Now it's so sad that whatever we had ain't worth saving

If the love that I got for you is gone,

If the river I cried ain't that long

Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong, this ain't a love song

Duo laid on his back, staring up at what he could see of the night sky through the tall buildings. He felt blood pooling around him and wanted to move out of the sticky wetness. His legs were twisted at odd angles and he though they should have hurt, being in that position. But strangely enough, he didn't feel anything. Tears leaked from his eyes. More than anything, at that moment, he wanted Wufei. He'd gladly tell his lover everything and beg his forgiveness, just if he would hold him one last time. But there was no way to reach him. They had taken his keys, his wallet and his phone. Now he really had nothing left.

"Fei… I need you."

Cool hands touched his face. "Hold on, son. An ambulance is on the way."

He looked up into the face of an older man. He looked kind and worried. "S'awright… Let me go."

The man frowned. "You're too young to give up, kid."

Duo gurgled a weak laugh. "I'm 26."

The man looked mildly surprised, but shook it off. "That's still very young to give up on life."

"I'm tired…jus' want it to end."

He nodded. "I understand how it can feel, but surely you have something to live for."

Sirens echoed down the street and Duo's eyes slipped shut. "He'd never take me back."

If the pain that I'm feeling so strong

Is the reason, I'm holding on

Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong – this ain't a love song

I cried and I cried

There were nights that I died for you baby

I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me crazy, baby

"Wufei!" Quatre banged on the Chinese man's door. "Open up, Wufei. I know you're there."

Wufei opened the door and leaned against it. "Quatre, what's wrong?"

The blonde was gasping for breath. "Get dressed."

"Where are we going?"

Quatre pulled Wufei to the bedroom and began pulling out clothes to hurry his friend up. "We found Duo. Please, Wufei, we need to hurry."

If the love that I got for you is gone,

If the river I cried ain't that long

Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong, this ain't a love song

If the pain that I'm feeling so strong

Is the reason, I'm holding on

Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong – this ain't a love song

Wufei held Duo's hand to his forehead, elbows resting on the edge of the bed. The American had been unconscious for almost a week and the doctors hadn't seemed to hopeful that he would wake up. Wufei had not left the hospital since he arrived. He brushed chestnut bangs back from the heart shaped face. "I'm here, Duo. I'll always be here."

Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong – this ain't a love song

Then I'm wrong, yeah, I'm wrong – this ain't a love song

Then I'm wrong, yeah, I'm wrong – this ain't a love song

Tbc…

Please review. Feed a starving author?