Author's Note: Hi! I have another chapter for all who reviewed, cause I love you that much! Please note that OOCness will be present.

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The next day was going pretty well. Trowa was now happily satisfied with his new wardrobe, although it look exactly like the last one. Quatre had decided that the radiation suit was too much, or in other words, found it way too hot to deal with and had settled for a medical mask and rubber gloves. Duo had reluctantly agreed to ordering take out for the rest of the week, although they had to allow him to make breakfast. That didn't end well. The kitchen had nearly burned down, and Heero and the rest swore that the concoction his lover had made snuck out of the trash can and had now made a nest somewhere in the basement. They were all now scared to enter it. The only thing that made this day not so great was that Chang Wufei was still sick. Heero looked down at the thermometer with a frown. Was it never going to end?

"I'm sorry if my sickness annoys you Yuy, but I can't do anything about it."

Looking to Duo who sat on the bed that the Chinese pilot was lying on, he got a nod as an answer for the question he hadn't asked.

"You know, Heero. You really need to work on that.", Duo commented with a grin, "You might say the wrong thing out loud one day."

Groaning, Heero rested the thermometer on the side table. It was easier to take Wufei's temperature today. After Duo had held the boy to the bed, and after he had forced the damn thing into his mouth.

"I'm going to go buy you some more medicine. I don't think that damn oil thing is working." Wufei sat up in his bed as he watched Heero make his way to the door.

"And just who will I be left with?!", he asked, his eyes glaring at the boy's back.

He didn't really care if Yuy left, or so he hoped, but he was the only one that took care of him the most. Duo helped just as much, too. Now that he thought about, maybe he wanted them both to be there to take care of him. Erasing all trains of that thought, he looked up into colbat eyes.

"Aww. Does little Fei-Fei want Heero to stay?", Duo asked mockingly in a cooing voice, pinching Wufei's cheek.

"Maxwell, cut that out!", Wufei cried, after his teeth lashed out for Duo's hand, "I could care less if he leaves."

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Watch him while I'm gone Duo."

"Yes sir!", Duo laughed, giving a mock salute, "I'll even tie him to the bed just to make sure he doesn't escape. And can you think of the fun that we can have after you come back home?"

Winking at his lover, who quickly rushed out the bedroom door in an attempt to hide his blush, Duo was granted with a blow to the head with a pillow by a now red faced Altron pilot.

"Sorry Fei-"

"Wufei!"

"I was only kidding, but you're blushing, does that mean you have naughty thoughts about Heero? You can tell me, it's okay."

Growling in annoyance, Wufei laid back onto the bed, covering his head with his blankets.

"I'd like some sleep now, Duo.", he grumbled, curling up into a near fetal position.

Sighing, Duo stood from the bed walking over to the door.

"Fine then Fei-"

"Wufei"

"Right. I think I'll go with Heero. I might catch him before he leaves."

Wufei would have felt satisfied, but his memory brought back the fact that Trowa had left to continue shopping for more clothes. If Duo left with Heero, he'd be all alone with. . .

"Duo, don't go!", Wufei cried scrambling out from his bed.

His haste had caused him to get tangled in his sheets, making him trip over himself. He landed on the floor with a thud, making Duo turn back to him. Trying his best to keep a straight face, Duo went back to see if the boy was okay.

"Fei."

"It's Wufei. . . and I think I broke something."

Laughing at Wufei's muffled words, Duo helped the boy up. Wufei groaned as he rubbed his now sore head, that had hit against the floor, and he looked up at Duo who was still laughing.

"It's not funny.", he whined childishly, punching Duo in the arm.

Calming himself down and rubbing his now sore arm, Duo looked over to the boy, who's hair now was disheveled. He reached a hand out to straighten it, returning to a near decent state. Violet eyes met ebony and Duo's hand moved the last strand that had fallen over the Chinese pilot's face back in place. The two continued to stare at each other, unsure what to say. Duo's hand placed itself onto caramel cheeks, his thumb tracing itself over the boy's lips. Would Wufei react badly if he tried to kiss him? Besides, Heero had gotten to kiss him, why couldn't he? Wufei froze as Duo moved forward, uncertain if he should do anything. Maybe he should ask what was up?

"Duo what-"

His words were cut short as the braided boy's lips touched with his. Duo was kissing him, but he didn't care. His eyes closed as he kissed back, his body relaxing from its tense state. The two teenagers stayed lip locked, oblivious to the sound of the door opening.

"I'm only gone for two minutes, Duo and already your tongue's down someone else's throat?"

Both pulled away with a nervous laugh, Duo smiling at Heero, who stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. His eyebrow raised, as he tried his best to keep a smirk off of his face.

"Uh, Heero. Back so soon?", Duo asked, chancing a glance at a now blushing Wufei.

"Save it, Duo.", Heero said walking into the room.

Looking to Wufei, he gave a frown.

"Why are you not in bed?", he asked, Wufei glaring.

"Why are you still here?", he countered, Heero walking over to him.

"I was coming to ask if Duo wanted to come along.", he answered, seating Wufei onto the bed, "But I see you two are occupied. I'm sorry for interrupting. I'll just go."

"I'll come along, Heero."

Catching Duo's words, Wufei looked towards him.

"Don't go!", he cried jumping up from the bed, Heero seating him back on it.

"I can take a hint.", Heero said, turning away from the Chinese teen, "I'll have you know, I'm not happy with the fact that you want to make out with my boyfriend."

Turning red, Wufei kicked Heero in the leg.

"I don't want to make out with him!", he yelled, crying out when Heero pushed him back onto the bed.

"Oh, so you want to take it further then just making out, is that what your saying?"

Blushing even harder, Wufei glared over to Duo who was now laughing. His laughter was cut short as he was knocked with a pillow that had been flung at him.

"What's with you and the pillows?", he asked picking it up from of the floor.

Jumping onto the bed, he smiled down at a now pouting Wufei whose arms were crossed.

"Aww, Fei, you look so cute when you pout."

Glaring, Wufei snatched his pillow away from the Deathscythe pilot.

"Get out.", he commanded, laying back onto his bed.

Duo stood from the bed, still looking down at his colleague.

"Are you sure you want me to go?", he tried, getting a grunt as an answer.

Looking up to Heero, he shrugged, starting to make his way to the door.

"Come on, Heero. We can tell when we're not wanted."

Giving his customary "hn", Heero followed, looking back once at the raven haired pilot.

"We won't be gone too long.", he called back, closing the door as he left the room.

As he stepped into the hall, he met Duo's eyes, the braided boy giving him a nod.

"You sure it's not too much?", Heero questioned, "I mean I'd hate to be left with Quatre if I were in his position."

Grabbing Heero by the wrist, Duo began to drag him away from the bedroom door.

"It'll teach him to accept our company.", he reasoned, Heero giving another "hn", "Besides we won't be gone that long. How long does it take to shop for medicine?"

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It took Wufei only a few minutes before he realized his mistake. Sitting up in his bed, he heard the closing doors of the car, followed by the sound of the engine turning over. His face had a quick meeting with the carpet again, thanks to his feet tangled in the sheets, as he bolted out of the bed. Throwing open his bedroom door, he ran out the room and down the stairs, swearing as he stumbled down the last two steps. He then ran up to the living room window and looked out, watching as the car started to pull out of the driveway.

"Wait! Don't go!", he cried, pleads turning to sobs as they started to drive away, "Don't leave me here! Take me with you! Please don't leave me here with him!"

Hearing the creak on the steps, Wufei stopped, slowly turning to look behind him. He saw the silhouette on the stairwell, and he looked back out the window, silent sobs making their way from him.

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Two hours later, Duo and Heero had returned, along with Trowa. They had met up with him while shopping for the medicine and the three had driven home together. It had been hell buying the damn thing. Who knew there were so many types of medication? When they had finally found the right one, they stumbled across another obstacle. What flavor? It was Trowa's suggestion that they just took all and let Wufei decide. Later on, Duo had suggested they just mixed all the flavors together as a sort of fruit punch. Once again, they agreed. Walking into the house, the three stopped in their tracks. Something was wrong in the house. It was very quiet. . . almost too quiet. Their eyes looked towards the stairs as the sound of footsteps descending down them caught their attention. Quatre happily made his way down the stairs, smile on his face, extra spring to his step. Trowa's eyes narrowed on his smaller lover, and he slowly walked over to the beaming blond.

"Quatre, where's Wufei?", he asked, Quatre shrugging. "He's upstairs, Trowa. Where else would he be?"

Catching the innocent tone in Quatre's voice, Trowa sighed, grabbing the boy by the shoulders.

"Quatre, love, what did you do?"

He had noticed that Quatre wasn't wearing his surgical mask or rubber gloves. Something had to up.

"I just took care of the germ infestation we had.", he said with a smile.

He had to stop his eyes from twitching, and Trowa looked back to Heero and Duo who were now nearly pale.

"Quatre, what germ infestation are you talking about? It wouldn't happen to be Wufei by any chance. Would it?"

As Quatre pouted up to his lover, both Duo and Heero rushed up the stairs to Wufei's bedroom. Heero, being that he was in front of Duo, was the first to reach. Pushing open the bedroom door, he ran inside. He was almost to the bed, when he hit against something that pushed him back a few feet. He landed on his back with a loud thud, Duo watching wide eyed at the bed. Groaning as he sat up, Heero tried to comprehend what had happened. He ran into the room. Okay. Then he ran towards the bed. Alright, everything was still normal. Then he hit some sort of force shield. That's where things got complicated. Colbat eyes looked up before he was glaring. This was just too much.

Trowa stood in the doorway as he reached the bedroom. He wasn't able to stop his eye from twitching as he caught site of the giant plastic dome that now encircled the steamed Chinese pilot and his bed. Looking over to Quatre, who gave him his "what did I do wrong" look, Trowa sighed. Wufei needed to hurry up and get better already. He didn't know how much more of this particular side of his lover he could take.

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Now free from his plastic prison, Wufei glared up at Duo and Heero, still angry for being left alone with Quatre. Duo was nervously fidgeting with his braid as he turned violet eyes to look up at Heero, who stood arms crossed and his own colbat eyes glaring back at the Chinese Altron pilot.

"Koi-"

"I can't believe you two left me here!", Wufei yelled, cutting Duo off completely, "And with Quatre of all people!"

Sighing, he turned back to Wufei, mouth opening to speak but instantly closing when Heero decided to correspond to Wufei's outburst.

"You needed to learn to appreciate help or company when you're given it!", Heero cried in response, Wufei's anger flaring even more, "And it's not like he did anything to you. He just put you in a bubble."

Huffing, Wufei turned away from the boy, not wanting to look at him.

"I didn't need to learn anything, Yuy. For all you know, Quatre could have killed me and burned my body just to get rid of "cooties". I guess you don't care that your fellow pilot was in grave danger!"

Waiting to see if Heero would answer, Duo took it upon himself to respond.

"Fei-"

"You weren't in grave danger! You just over exaggerate! Besides, why would I care if you're in danger, from the looks of things you seem to be able to handle yourself pretty well."

Knowing where things were going, Duo gave out a groan before falling onto the bed. He was starting to get a headache with their arguing. Ebony eyes glared back at equally glaring colbat, Wufei slowly making his way over to Heero.

"You know, I'm starting to not like you."

"Oh no, Wufei doesn't like me.", Heero muttered sarcastically, ignoring Wufei's threatening growl, "I could care less if you like me or not."

Weak with fever or not, Heero was going down.

"That's it! I'm going to kick your ass!"

Not giving Heero a chance to respond, Wufei lunged forward, tackling the Japanese pilot to the ground. Duo, hearing Wufei's outburst, sat up in the bed only to find the two falling to the ground in what seemed to be a weird wrestling match. Once again, it was up to him to break up the fight between the two immature teenagers. Standing from the bed, he made his way over, looking down at the rolling figures.

"You know-"

His words were cut short as a pillow, once again, hit him in the face. It didn't matter that Wufei had thrown it at Heero, or the other way around, and missed. He'd had enough of these damn pillows.

"I try to be nice and this is the respect I get?!", he yelled the two on the floor stopping and looking up at him, "You two shall feel the wrath of the almighty Shinigami!"

With out even a second thought, Duo flung himself at the two on the floor, all three beginning to wrestle.

The fighting had gone for quite awhile, but was stopped abruptly by Wufei's yell of pain.

"What happened?", Duo asked, looking over to Wufei who now cradled his hand.

He had dropped the broom, (why it was in his room we'd never know) that he was going to use to hit Heero, when he had gotten a splinter.

"That damn broom gave me a splinter.", he whined, looking down at his hand.

"Just what were you going to do with that broom?", Heero asked him.

"If you must know, Yuy, I was going to hit you with it."

"Then in that case, you deserved it."

With a hit on the head from his lover, Heero stood from the floor making his way to the smaller pilot.

"Let me see."

He smirked as he looked down at Wufei's hand, the boy whimpering as he took it in his own.

"You're such a baby, Wufei.", he teased holding onto the boy's hand.

"I am not. It really hurts."

"Fine. Let me see if I can get it out."

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Trowa, sitting in the livingroom nursing his headache that he still had thanks to his germ fearing lover, heard the commotion coming from above. Even though he really didn't want to know what was going on up there, he reluctantly pulled himself away from the couch, making his way up the steps. When had reached the door of the sick Chinese pilot's bedroom, he reached for the doorknob, but hesitating to do so as he heard Wufei cry out.

"Ow, Yuy, not so hard!"

Eyebrow raising, Trowa placed his ear against the door, trying to hear everything that was going on inside better.

"Wufei, stop being such a baby. Now keep still, it'll only take a few seconds."

"Ow! Yuy you're pushing it deeper! Take it out!"

"Wufei, Heero's trying his best. Just keep still. It can't hurt that bad.", the was Duo's voice.

"What would you know, Duo? It's inside of me!"

"I've had it inside me plenty of times. It doesn't hurt that bad. It's a tiny little thing really."

"No it's not, it's big! Ow!"

"See it's out. You big baby.", came Heero's voice, "Hey it is pretty big now that you look at it."

"Wow, Fei. That was in you?"

"I thought you had it in you? Obviously not."

"Come on, Wufei. We'll get you a lollipop for being such a big boy."

"Oh shut up, Yuy."

As the door opened the three were greeted with a wide eyed Trowa, who nervously looked back at them.

"I didn't hear anything.", he told them walking away, "Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and rid unwanted visions from my head."

The three stared as the Heavyarms pilot walked away, confusion written over their faces.

"What's wrong with him?", Duo asked, Heero shrugging.

"Who knows.", Wufei told them starting for the stairs, "But you can tell he and Quatre were made for each other. They're both weird."

Agreeing with the Chinese boy, Heero and Duo followed after him.

T.B.C.

I don't know what was going through my head. I was just letting my fingers type whatever the hell they wanted. Anywho, please review. Hey it rhymed. Um. . . yeah. Well ja ne for now!