This was a challenge that was never fulfilled, is being reworked, and that I intend to finish. All I wish for is luck and some motivation.

Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's not chronological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and un-beta'ed.
A Rambling Note: This part hated me. I don't know HOW I was finally about to type it. It kept refusing to be typed at every turn. So... if this part is even more sub-par than normal, that's because it was written down before it was ready.

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--Plain Sight--

"Duo, mind if I talk to you for a bit?" Odin asked as he prepared dinner for the two of them. The night had already fallen, and the weather man had been talking about snow for that weekend.

"Sure. What about?" Duo replied as he brushed his drying hair, his eyes on Heero's housekeeping books as he tried to make some sense out of the boy's handwriting.

"Do you love my son?"

That made his hand pause for a moment. He had been flirting around Heero for a few months now, and they had shared a few kisses, but they haven't done anything else, and never when Odin could catch them. Had they have been obvious about what had been building between them? Had Heero hinted to his father about it?

"Heero is my son, so I know how he looks and acts when he is in love," Odin continued, answering Duo's silent questions, "and I'm not even surprised that he fell in love with you. He's too much like his mother not to. She too had a habit of taking in strays."

Duo didn't know whether he should feel insulted or happy.

"But I don't know you," Odin said. "And although I know that you haven't done anything too physical with my son, I don't know if you feel the same. So, do you love my son, Duo?"

Duo wasn't sure how to answer that. He really wasn't sure how to answer that himself. This was the first time he had started falling for another guy, and he had hardly fell in love with anyone before. But he thought of how nice it made him feel when Heero greeted them when they come home after a shitty day at the work site. How Heero's brand of flirting always makes him grin, even when if revolved around the fact that he continuously called him 'idiot' in a way that Duo could only call 'affectionate'. And then there was how Heero took care of him when his mother passed away, being by his side every waking moment, holding his hand and easing him out of the guilt-driven silence that he fell into.

But, what if whatever he was feeling was just gratitude for what the other boy have done for him? He took care of him when his mother died. He ran the house while he and Odin worked during the day. He cooked the meals and handled the money. What if it wasn't love, just gratitude?

Then again, if it was just gratitude, would he have felt as abandoned as he did when Heero started taking language lessons, lessons that kept him away from home two nights a week? Would he have felt the jealousy he felt when Heero talked about the people he met there? Would he worry that someone there would snatch Heero away if it was just gratitude?

"... I'm not sure," he answered with hesitation.

"Then maybe you should figure it out." Odin replied. "Heero has felt betrayed before, and he is no doubt taking it slow because of it. But if you don't feel anything for him, then I suggest you end whatever it is between the two of you before it's too late.

"I don't want my son's heart broken again."

Duo pursed his lips for a moment at the 'suggestion'. Laying the brush aside, he began to braid his hair.

After a long moment of silence, Odin asked in a more cheerful tome, "Also, did you hear back from that man? Howard something-or-another?"

"Oh, yeah!" Duo replied, the funk he was in forgotten at the sudden spark of excitement. "He said that he needed to see what I can do, but that's no sweat."

"Bet you're a natural around an engine," Odin said as he set a plate of food in front of him, right about the open housekeeping book. "Besides, Heero has faith that you'll get the job, so no sweat."

"Yup, no sweat," he said with a smile as he closed the book and flipped his hair over his shoulder and out of the way. Something told him that everything would turn out all right.