Disclaimer: so do not own Gundam Wing…wouldn't that be great though? But I just write about them as I wish it would happen
1x2 yeah!
I apologize for this chapter...I planned to go back and rewrite this one, but I didn't. I don't think Quatre should have showed up this early, and Duo would probably have put up more of a resisitance to this...but I'll jsut fix it later in the story. This is not a deathfic...or I don't plan on it. Thank you for the reviews! They Help!
Scars
Part Three: Possible Rescue
Duo gasped for air out of reflex and felt water spill into his lungs. It ran down his throat and went down his windpipe in a salty wave that made his muscles in his throat contract and try to cough. That made it worse as Duo closed his eyes against the sudden pain. He felt any air he had held in his lungs escaping without his control and his lungs taking in more water in the process of trying to get to air.
Duo flailed his arms in a small attempt to reach out for something to help, but he was simply being thrashed around underwater as a rip tide slammed repeatedly against the peninsula.
Duo found his vision was fading quickly, a creeping darkness that crept into the edges of his vision and pulling at his heart. Strings of darkness that yanked and ripped at his life force that was striving to survive as he drowned. There were rocks surrounding him that tore into his skin as the waves came in each time and pushed him into the jagged edges. Duo knew this was the end, but he suddenly wasn't afraid or resistant. The numbness that was washing over him was a blessed sent relief. Nothing hurt anymore; it was all cold and unfeeling. Duo closed his eyes and accepted it, he found he didn't care about anything else, couldn't remember anything else or try and think of it at all.
Duo was ready and waiting to fall into the black oblivion rising up to meet him when a pair of strong hands yanked at his physical body. Duo felt it absently and almost didn't pay attention to it, but suddenly a cold razor sting erupted in his chest.
That sent the world into a riot of color and pain that crawled over his skin like a living thing born only to torture him. Duo felt his body being jerked around again, but hands on him were controlling it now; strong hands and a firm body that held him tight and was dragging him through the water.
Duo couldn't breathe; he felt his lungs striving to work and his throat contracting from the effort. His coughing erupted into fits that produced blood in the salty water and made him unable to help his rescuer at all as he dragged Duo onto the shore and lay him down on the hot sand. His legs were still on wet sand that was cool where the highest waves were still hitting. Duo heard a loud voice. It was talking to him in a worried and urgent voice that demanded his attention.
Duo slowly opened his eyes as best he could against the sting of salt and the blaring sun overhead. He looked at two figures bent over him. Duo saw unruly dark hair and blond hair against the suns reflection. He felt his body reacting again as it rejected the water in his lungs and tried to force it up.
Duo chocked and watched as his blood came up and stained the sand. He coughed and coughed, his lungs unforgiving and never giving him the chance to take in a breath. He thought for a second that he was dieing again and he would simply choke to death. But soothing hands caressed his chest and helped the water up with firm gestures against his scared body.
Duo fell back again, against he hot sand when it was all finally out of him, tinted in red and still burning up his insides. He also could feel his body covered in sun blisters and burned hot red. He didn't want to open his eyes at all, only to lie there and sleep forever. But he had to see their faces, it had to be them. No on else cared about him in the least to follow him and save him like that.
But when Duo opened his eyes to the two faces hanging over him, he found a local surfer and his girl friend. Long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, long bangs hanging over light blue eyes on the guy. And his blonde girlfriend had a high pony tail and startling green eyes. She was holding a phone, ready to dial out the hospital on her cell and staring at Duo in concern. The guy was ready to help her get Duo to safety and away from the still approaching waves.
"Can you breathe?" The girl asked Duo, he thought a moment, taking in a few shallow breaths and then nodded to her, unsure if his voice would work. He wanted to sit up, but thought against it when he felt the familiar pounding in his head that told him the slightest movement would bring pain.
"What's your name? Should we call an ambulance?" The guy asked.
Duo tried to speak, ended up coughing again and then finally got out words. "N-No, I'm fine, I'm ok." Duo saw his vision waver, but blinked until it was steady again and watched the girl's silent internal battle to use her phone. She finally put it down and used her towel to dry off Duo's face.
"What were you doing out there? You're lucky Michael saw you!" The girl said as she helped Duo sit up when he tried. "I'm Kitty, do you need a ride home, and you should probably get sleep and clean up your wounds too."
Duo nodded, there was no way he was making it back to the apartment now, and if he collapsed on the way someone would call the hospital, and how would he deal with that? This would let them help him enough so that they would forget about him after a week and he wouldn't have to deal with anyone else trying to pry into his life.
Kitty and Michael got Duo to their car and drove him back to his apartment. Duo recognized the both from his beach watching and just told them his address and knew they would get him home. Kitty showed more concern for him then Michael did in his urgency to get back to the waves, but Kitty didn't want to be a nescience, so she helped Duo up the stair and into his apartment and then left with her boyfriend.
Duo tripped to the bathroom and abruptly stepped on broken glass. Duo cursed loudly and left the bathroom after grabbing a towel. He fell into his bedroom and picked up his sheet. Wrapping himself up Duo found his way to the couch and fell onto it with a heavy sigh. His pounding head made him throw up more water from his stomach before letting him black out.
Duo fell down into a swirl of black and darkness that consumed him and left him immobile on the couch in the afternoon sun. Duo slept on till sometime in the morning when he opened his eyes to the sound of Bruce knocking softly.
"Duo, someone told me you came in today injured, that some girl had to help you up the stairs, are you ok!" Duo didn't want to face anyone, he wanted to sleep again, to black out and never have to wake up again, his life was shit and his future was either dieing in his sleep like this, or dieing later from dehydration and starvation because he couldn't move at all now.
"I'm fine." Duo was able to call out before he felt the darkness creeping up on him again.
"Are you sure, Do you need anything?" Bruce was lingering, he didn't believe Duo, but wasn't about to get involved with a veterans problems.
"Naw, I'm just gonna sleep it off." Duo didn't hear Bruce's departure; he fell asleep again and didn't respond to anything else that tried to disturb him.
Duo slept on for three days straight, his body trying to heal itself on no food and no water. When Duo would try and move in his sleep it would send pain through him and help fuel the nightmare that plagued him as he slept.
When the days had gone by and Duo was easily sleeping into his fourth day, there was an interruption that cut through to his uneasy mind. He broke away from the nightmare of drowning again with everyone of his scars reopened, and he woke to a pounding against his door.
Distantly, the sound was enough so that Duo was able to call his swirling mind forth into consciousness and open his eyes.
"DUO! Duo, answer the door!" Someone was making enough noise trying to get in to wake the whole apartment complex. Duo slowly lifted his head and found the pounding still there, and with every movement growing inside his skull so that it felt as if his head would split wide and leave him dead.
"DUO!" The pounding on the door grew louder and Duo was just able to discern it from the blood pressure in his head. The voice was familiar and Duo was attempting to get off the couch as he tried to place the voice with a picture in his head.
"I'm coming…" Duo whispered, though he knew the voice outside his door would not hear him. Duo found himself on the floor and crawling towards the door. It didn't matter if whoever was behind the door would see him like this, he just had to answer it and the pounding would stop.
Duo knew he was still only wearing shreds of old cloths and felt distantly the draft from the air conditioning that told him the shirt was completely gone. Duo felt soreness in his knees and hands that made crawling just as bad as it would have been to walk, except that walking would have involved standing. Just the thought of that put Duo's muscles into protest.
"DUO! Are you there? DUO!" There was a jerk and a groan from the wood of Duo's door as he reached it. Duo braced himself against the wall and pushed himself up the wall, his open cuts burning from the pressure, but Duo kept going until he was high enough to reach the locks.
Duo moved his fingers clumsily around the brass and iron that held his door in place and tried to turn the lock. Behind the door, silence had fallen and someone waited, breathing loud enough fro Duo to hear.
"DUO!" Duo pried open the last lock with his last breath and put his head against the wall, it was cool and solid.
The door swung open and Duo knew it moved him; he felt his body leaning forward as gravity took hold of his limp appendages and began to drag him down. Duo knew he was about to hit the floor, he saw the carpet coming up to meet him, but then he was shoes, boots to be exact, and a pair of rough and calloused hands grabbed him.
"DUO! OH GOD!" The hands held him up, firm and strong. Duo felt his stomach twist and then he was off his feet.
Duo looked up through half lidded eyes into cobalt blue ones that burned with a fire Duo had never seen. He was cradled in someone's arms; they carried him safely and securely through his apartment to his bed. Duo felt the rough hands strip him of his last bit of clothing.
"Heero, there are practically no cloths here at all, his pajamas are dirty." Duo heard a second voice; the familiarity rocked his head so that confusion set in at a new level.
"I brought some stuff in my bag, look in there." Heero, it was deffinantly Heero! Duo felt a sense of contentment and relaxation crawl down his spine as he let the comforting hands examine his bruises and wounds.
"Heero, the mirror in here is shattered!" That voice sounded young and caring, soothing. Duo knew he should know it, it was so familiar, but he couldn't think clearly, and the life force coming off Heero, over him, heat radiating off his body, bade him to sleep.
But Heero left, Duo felt cold and exposed, but he couldn't move and though his eyes were open, everything was fuzzy and out of focus. He could hear hushed and excited voices, but they were just out of reach of his concentration.
A soft and delicate hand lay on Duo's forehead so suddenly that Duo jerked in surprise and began to curl up, he wanted Heero back. But this new hand had a warmth that was almost equally as comforting, so Duo opened his eyes wider and tried to see who the hand was attached to.
Quatre looked down at him, sad and concerned. Duo tried to smile for him, to show that he really was ok and that there was nothing to look sad about. His feeble attempt made Quatre smile down at him, but the look never left his eyes, and it made Duo ashamed of the fact that he had blocked everyone out, that he had run in the first place.
"Hi Duo, how are you feeling?" Quatre was distracting him from something, Duo tried to look past, but Quatre moved, demanding an answer in his own sweet little way.
" 'M fine…" Duos words slurred together as he tried to sit up at the same time. Quatre softly pushed him down and kept talking to him, except now Duo wasn't listening, he was trying to feel the rest of his body.
A sharp pain shot through his arm from his knuckled and made Duo buckled up on his back. Quatre's hands came down upon him and held him in place on the bed while Heero was picking glass and rocks out of Duo's hand. Somehow ripping up newly formed skin to get at the shard embedded in his skin. Duo thought he had got it all, but this made him rethink that, he had been to tired and depressed to really do another check of the fresh wounds, sloppy.
Duo finally gave in and became distracted talking to Quatre. The blonde youth, that looked very much unchanged since Duo had last seen him, was intent on holding Duo's interest. Asking him questions and talking about himself equally to keep Duo occupied with trying to think and process all the information he was bombarded with.
"Quatre, can you go make some soup, rich in meat and vegetables if you can, if not, broth will do. I'm going to finish up tending to these burns and cuts." Heero finally came into Duo's view and sat next to Duo on the bed where Quatre had sat.
"Just relax Duo, but don't fall asleep before I come back." The fair faced Arabian left and Duo heard sounds of pots and knives follow from his kitchen.
"How did this happen?" Heero asked, his face was as blank as it had ever been during the war. Giving away no signs of anger or concern for Duo, but merely business.
"Went for a little swim." Duo tried to laugh and only ended up coughing and bring up blood, which he would rather have not have happened in front of Heero.
"You may have lung damage." Heero frowned deep, his dark eyes brows coming together on his forehead and the spot of skin between them wrinkling.
"Naw! I'm fine, I would have felt a cut before now, or a tear." Duo smiled up at Heero and waited, hoping to see that look on his face again. Concern, even if it was for just a friend.
"You should be at a hospital." Heero said with a heavy hint of disapproval.
"I told you before, no doctors." Duo gave his best look at anger and frustration, but couldn't hold it up against the pain behind his eyes.
Heero began to painstakingly cover all of Duo's cuts with a healing cream that took away the sting and began to fight off the infection that had already begun to battle into Duo's wounds. It was soothing and Duo let his eyes close slightly and concentrated on Heero's hands upon him.
Quatre came in some time later and Heero helped get Duo set up against the wall with pillows behind him. Duo didn't really want to eat, but with two of them there he knew there was no way getting out of it. Duo let Quatre spoon soup into his mouth, only broth of course, since there was no hint of real food in the kitchen or ever had been. He felt suddenly helpless and vulnerable; he wasn't even able to feed himself. What must this look like to Heero.
Here he was, wounded again, laying there, waiting for Quatre to bring up the spoon again, cut up, beat red from burns, his skin peeling away to revel bright pink and pale skin underneath. And worst of all, each scar on his body that screamed out and bore him naked and helpless for all to see his life like a map on his skin.
Duo was suddenly aware that tears were making his eyes water, and if he were to blink now, they would come down his face. Duo fought to keep his eyes open and the hold the tear back, thought they wavered dangerously, threatening to spill over his lids.
"Duo…?" Quatre hadn't missed this development at all, he had stopped feeding Duo and was now poised and ready to whatever reaction would come out of Duo. Duo took a steadying breath, he could feel two pairs of eyes on him, waiting and watching closely.
"Why'd you stop, I'm still hungry." Duo tried to cover up his momentary slip-up. He waited, as if patient and perfectly fine just sitting there. Inside he was screaming, he was so afraid if Heero and Quatre would make a big deal out of it…but what if they didn't?
Duo waited, watching Quatre closely, he could let the tears out…but with all they had seen of him it was a wonder they had not rushed him to the nearest mental institution!
Quatre began to pick up more soup with the spoon, but then put it aside on the floor. He looked at Heero and nodded, he left the room quietly. Duo was abashed, he went into a panic, what was happening, had Quatre seen how hopeless it was, was he too late, was he leaving forever?
"Where Are You Going?" Duo squeaked, hating how desperate his voice sounded. He sat up in a rush, wincing at the pain it gave him, but keeping both eyes open and fixed on Quatre who had stopped at the door, his hand on the handle, ready to leave and close the door behind him.
"I'm going to go and but a few more things, this apartment is utterly barren, don't worry, Heero will look after you." Quatre gave Duo a smile, strained, but warming nonetheless.
Duo nodded, choking back, the tears that had raced forward in an effort to spill over when the rush of emotions sprung up from the thought of Quatre giving up on him. Now he felt a blush creep down from the roots of his hair that made him bashful and ashamed he had ever doubted such a friend.
He left himself relax and slowly drop back to the pillow propped up behind him. He paid for his moment of excess movement. His eyes began to drop, he was tired again, he was so tired and everything hurt. But Heero was there; he didn't want to miss even one moment of seeing those deep blue eyes looking at him. Recognizing him, as a friend in need, even is he was so pitiful and helpless, he couldn't help the need for those eyes.
"Sorry, I must look awful, I probably should go to a hospital, and you don't have to take care of me." Duo began to blink rapidly, now there was no turning back, so might as well let it all go. Duo knew he was crying now, even if he couldn't feel the tears on his burned and numb cheeks, there was no way the tears could still be in his eyes. Though everything still did look misty, that could just be from the salt still in his eyes.
Heero looked so sad, why? Heero was so close; Duo could smell his sent filling his range of awareness and nearly drowning him in a dreamlike state. He was helping Duo to sit forward and…and…
Duo was suddenly aware that he was in Heero's arms.
Duo felt his heart speed up, his blood pumping throughout his body and a heat rising from everyplace he came into contact with Heero. Duo knew this only caused his tears to come forth in a steady flow, but he couldn't have cared less. His emotions were now on a rampage that left him empty and cold and hanging onto Heero for all he had left.
Heero was actually holding him tightly; tight to his broad chest Duo could hear the strong and steady heart beat as the iron muscled arms all but crushed him against the warm body. Duo was spread out across his mattress and Heero was half on the floor, quite possibly an uncomfortable position had they taken a thought to notice it.
Heero seemed to be crying also, but Duo was unsure, as he was unable to see his face. But he was shaking against Duo. Why? Had Duo said something wrong? Had it been something else entirely?
Duo fought around his mind for an answer; trying desperately to think past his water logged brain that wanted to only to concentrate on Heero. He couldn't think at all, so he just collapsed into Heero and let his body fully relax and lay into a support he had never known.
A part of him, a small part, did argue that this was Heero. Perfect soldier. A heart of stone in a perfect body that never failed and harbored no emotions, not even for a partner in war times.
Duo couldn't think what it was that made Heero act so straggly, but he was not about to protest to this sudden closeness that had him, at last, in Heero's arms. He just let Heero hold onto him, let his eyes close as he breathed in Heero's sent and slowly felt himself lulled into sleep.
Duo didn't want to wake up; he could still feel a body near to him, still could feel Heero's tears on his face. Or were those his own. It was hard to tell anymore, but now he knew, Heero had cried. But he wasn't sure how long he had slept, and he wanted to see Heero's face again. Had to, so that meant he had to be awake.
Duo slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was, to his surprise, still up against Heero, still being held. Duo had expected Heero to put him back down on the mattress, but then again, the sun didn't seem to have moved.
Duo looked up at Heero, his eyes were closed and he seemed to be in another place, where he was just there for Duo. It seemed as if Duo had only momentarily passed out, but had woken himself up somehow.
Duo pushed away from Heero, he wasn't sure why, but something in him had to know, had to have answers. He cursed that part of him, but obeyed it either way.
Heero looked startled as Duo sat up on his own accord and preceded to stare him down with a look he had not seen since the end of the war.
"Why?" Duo asked, straight forward and almost harshly.
Heero seemed to shirk a little, and Duo almost took it back, but then Heero answered.
"Because…" He hadn't even asked 'why what?' But had given a somewhat answer.
"That's not a complete answer Heero." Duo accused.
"I know, but I can't think of a better answer than that." Heero whispered. Duo was in awe at him. In front of him sat a young man with emotions not very unlike his own, and expressing them openly.
Duo was at a point, where if this went any farther, he would not be able to deal with it. It had been only a few years, though it seemed like decades, both now and while they had gone by, and Heero was a completely different person. Someone Duo didn't recognize at all as his old wartime buddy.
But then again, so what? If Heero was someone else, yet the same person, shouldn't he accept it and just get to know the new Heero? But what if it turned out that the new Heero was someone else and couldn't accept the new Duo? Had he changed himself? Did he look different to Heero too? If they could be friends now like they had been then, when they were friends in Duo's eyes at least, would that past affect the future he now saw with the new Heero and could he, the new Duo, fight off the past of the old Duo and accept the New Heero when he only loved the old Heero?
And how had this gotten so confusing when all he really wanted was to be held again?
Duo gave Heero all of what smile he could muster and fell into him.
"DUO?" Heero sounded like the world had just paused and would not start again unless duo answered.
"Did you really mean it?" Duo asked, smiling into Heero's shirt. "Just because?"
Heero breathed steady again and held onto Duo. "Yes."
Duo let Heero lay him back onto his mattress and get him a drink. He insisted that Duo would get dehydrated if he didn't drink something soon. And from the feeling Duo was getting, he agreed. He felt stretched out and like someone had taken him like wet sheet and beaten him against a rock somewhere.
He sipped the cool water and felt relief in his throat when Heero helped him drink. He was content just then. Heero was deffinantly closer now. Though how close, Duo could not tell, but at the moment that could wait till later. Quatre was here to help and he was going to get better.
Maybe he could even go back with them, to where ever they had come from, and start over. Scars or not, now he knew that at least Heero would not hold it against him.
As long as he never saw pity in those cobalt blue eyes, Duo felt he would be fine now. He could get a job with a computer manufacture and Heero most likely had connections that would help. A whole new set of fantasies and images and ideas welled up inside Duo as his whole future suddenly took a dramatic turn he had never suspected.
He was asleep without eve knowing it. Duo was dreaming, safe in a bed guarded by someone who cared, finally.
Duo woke when he heard voices again. It was morning, early. Duo knew when he saw the light in his window, harsh and way too bright. He wanted to turn over and sleep again, but his muscles were too stiff and were too sore to even begin to listen to what he ordered them to do.
So Duo settled for listening to the voices until he would wake up completely. He knew Quatre and Heero had to have spent the night to be here this early, that was more surprising then the fact that there were even people up this early!
He liked the sound of someone else there, had actually forgotten what it was like to have company of any kind. He had never wanted animals, which would be too much, especially in such a small space. But this, this was different and completely welcome.
The low tone of Heero's voice carried in a roll easily and Quatre's higher and more musical notes made for a kind of duet that nearly made Duo fall asleep again. But he finally did have his eyes completely open and his mind surfaced to a steady consciousness. He could hear voices, thought he was unsure of what they were saying. Duo had the urge to get up, he should be strong enough to do that, and join them in the other room.
Duo rolled over and got himself sitting on the floor with his back up against the edge of his mattress. He looked around, letting his muscles settle at the sudden movement. They were sore to a constant drone, but it wasn't anything worse than the feeling after an OZ interrogation.
Duo put his hands on the floor, and with protest from his stomach muscles, began to stand. It made his gut cinch up and his back stretch out till it felt like the skin on his back would rip open, but Duo found himself standing moments later. He was so surprised at the notion that he nearly fell over again from the strain and shock.
But, getting his balance in check, Duo was able to get his legs to move and started towards the bedroom door. Duo felt pride well up in his chest, he was fine. He could do this and Heero would see he could get better…would get better!
It would be at that moment when Heero decided to come in and check on him. The door swung back and Heero came in and ran straight into Duo. His fast reflexes caught Duo before he fell, but his legs collapsed under him and he was now leaning completely on Heero.
Duo cursed himself and tried to get his feet under him to support himself, but they refused to do it again. They wanted to rest, even when Duo was desperate to have them work. He knew he was red with frustration, that would equally be taken as embarrassment, but he fought on to get his muscles under his control.
He felt Heero smiling, knew that Quatre must be too. It was almost too much to know that Heero was actually fighting back laughing! Duo wanted to be back in his bed, but he couldn't get there on his own now which made a fresh wave of frustration come over him again.
"Did you want to sit on the couch?" Heero was asking him, Duo only just realized it in time to understand the question and give an answer.
"Uh…Yeah." He said sheepishly as Heero swung him around and put his arm over his own shoulders. Duo was able to move his legs enough so that Heero didn't have to support his whole weight and gingerly sat on the couch where Heero deposited him.
"Sorry bout this…" Duo said as he leaned back slightly to take the weight off his lower back. "I guess you had to find out the hard way just how much I lack in this apartment, including extra bedding." Duo looked down at the floor…was the carpet cleaner?
"Oh, no!" Quatre jumped to the rescue. "It was perfectly all right, we had brought our own anyway. Heero already knew you probably…" Quatre dropped off, obviously trying to save Duo the embarrassment.
"Already knew that I owned Jack Shit!" Duo said plainly, getting the subject out of the way was the best course of action, the sooner he got past his own pride, the sooner he could start over. He shouldn't be above asking for help, especially…especially when he needed it.
"Well...Anyway…" Quatre busied himself getting Duo something to eat. "Heero and I were just discussing…uhh…Heero?"
"We were just discussing when was the best time to transport you back to Quatre's estate." Heero was the best person to explain things, as always.
"You mean…" Duo paused in accepting Quatre's food.
They looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "I get to, I'm going to, you will…" Duo couldn't get it all out, he felt such a relief, and it was like his whole world of fantasy had just been granted as a wish.
"Duo, we're taking you back with us, Quatre has doctor at his disposal who won't as questions, and we can get you back on your feet." Heero was explaining, Duo was taking in his words, but a world of elation was swirling around in Duo's mind.
Freedom, acceptance, approval, it was all going to be his again. He was going to be with people who cared what happened to him at the end of the day, he was going to have someone to talk to on lonely nights, he was going to get better, maybe even not have to wear long sleeves in the middle of summer anymore!
"When?" Duo demanded. Both Quatre and Heero were taken aback, and then Heero smiled. Duo knew everything would be all right at that moment. He wouldn't have to worry about a thing anymore; he was in the hands of professionals now.
"We think you'll be all right for travel if we can just make arrangement for your comfort and a doctor on board in case something happens." Heero assured him.
"You mean…we could leave today?" Duo almost didn't believe it.
"If Quatre can make arrangement for the plane at the local airport." Duo was in such an elated state that if he could've jumped around, he would have.
He smiled, it was something true and pure, and he was leaving this godforsaken apartment and going to live with Heero!
"I'll need my computer…" Duo came to the realization that he wanted only a few things from his apartment, and that would only be a few things on his desk.
Heero nodded. "Just make sure everything is safe and copied on disks, we'll take care of the rest." Heero reassured him. Duo nodded and attempted to get up. Heero didn't protest, though Quatre looked as if he wanted to, and helped Duo to the desk where he could get everything ready for travel.
"We have to go and check out of our hotel and gather our things…will you be ok here?" Heero looked ready to leave everything to Quatre and his money, but Duo was ready for this question.
"I'm fine Heero, if I can't get this together, what hope do I have of anything?" Duo started to work, collecting all the files he needed and deleting what he had neglected to for so long.
"Ok, we should be back in around two hours." Heero patted Duo's shoulder and he left with Quatre. Duo felt a warmth where Heero had touched him and became even more determined to finish before they returned.
It had been roughly around an hour and a half when Duo began to feel tired again and was nearly falling asleep where he was while he waited for files to transfer and copy themselves.
Duo was leaning back in his chair at one of those moments when he looked over at his door expectantly. Would they be back soon? And he nearly fell out of the chair when a hard pounding came to the door, making it visibly rattle on its hinges.
"MAXWELL!" Duo felt his heart shrink and drop though his body to his feet. He knew that voice, knew it all too well. Knew he wouldn't be able to deal with it right now and knew he couldn't avoid it at the same time.
"MAXWELL I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" Duo looked around desperately, there was nothing here to help him, and he couldn't even get to the door to click the heavier locks into place. He was trapped, and Martin was deffinantly not going to wait any longer for him to answer.
Where were Heero and Quatre?