AN: Here we go, second chapter! Yay!

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Dark Horse

2: Here Without You

"Everything I know and anywhere I go, it get's hard but it won't take away my love." 3 Doors Down

Duo's POV

Yesterday, everything changed. Yesterday, me and Quatre implemented Operation: StarFire. Which was just a silly, fancy way of saying we took a big shuttle, parked our Gundams on it, and sent it with a one-way ticket straight to old Sol. Yup. That's right.

Deathscythe, Wing Zero, Sandrock, and HeavyArms were all loaded up and shipped off. It'll take a while for them to actually reach the sun, but when they do...

No more Gundams.

And surprisingly, none of us seem to be that upset over it. It was originally Relena's idea, but me and Quat took the ball and ran with it, so to speak. We discussed it, and ways to make it happen. Then all three of us went to our respective partners to see if we could talk them into it.

Wufei flat out denied, no matter what faces Relena used, no matter how she cajoled or persuaded. Trowa didn't need any persuasion at all, according to Q-bean. She kinda went starry eyed for a moment, so I didn't press for details after that. Quat and Trowa's love life is something I don't need to think about.

Heero was all for it, after a little explaining. And promises of a few exotic favors of a sexual nature. Eh, Q got really flustered when I tried to explain that to her. Girls. I guess apparently she doesn't need to think about mine and Heero's love life, either.

Although I really ought to thank her and 'Leena one day. For all they did to help get me and Heero together. Er, well, they didn't do all that much, so they say. And I really ought to thank that Marina girl too. She's not half as bad as I expected her to be. She alot like Relena. Wether that's a good thing or not remains to be seen, though.

Ever since the day the capital building got bombed, everyone's been on eggshells, sort of. We found out that someone had snuck in a bunch of C-4. Since then, Wufei doesn't leave Relena's side. Me and Heero are pretty inseparable as we search for the culprit behind the attack. 'Lena and Q are all chummy, still, but Q is pretty much glued to Trowa's side. Or vice-versa. I'm not sure which. I don't think they've spent more than a day apart since that whole melodramatic get-together of theirs.

Eh... I guess I shouldn't be one to talk about being melodramatic, huh? Professing your undying love to a mound of granite pillars? Yeah. I guess I ought to apologize to Q. One day. Maybe.

"You're thinking to much," Heero comments from his spot in the recliner with his laptop. I swear, that thing has hardly left his side since 'Lena got if for his birthday a month or so ago (Well... the day she decided to use as his birthday, anyway. We still don't know when it really is) I grin wryly at him- though he can't see it, because his back is to me.

"How can you tell?"

"You're not talking," he points of logically. "Therefore, it means you're thinking to much."

My grin sinks into a softer smile. He really does care. Sometimes, it amazes me how much he does. I wonder sometimes when my feelings turned into this deep love I feel for him? Because I can certainly recall a time when I really wanted to kill him... and a few times that I really tried. I rise from my seat at the breakfast bar, my coffee forgotten as I stalk my prey. Silent as darkness, I creep forward.

His back is to me, and I change my angle of attack so that he can't see my reflection in the screen of the computer.

Barely breathing, I crouch as I gather closer, and closer. Then... I pounce.

Heero's POV

"Idiot," I say as I yank my computer up out of the way. He lands stomach down across my lap, laughing.

"How do you always do that?" He demands, rolling over and curling up until he's setting on my lap, like a child. "I know I don't make a sound." No. But he is predictable. I can't count how many times he has attempted the exact same stunt.

"If one knows their enemy, then who needs sight or sound?"

"Are you saying you know me?" His eyebrow quirks up, a grin twitching across his lips. Few things worry me. That specific grin ihas recently become one of those things.

"Of course."

That grin twitches up a notch.

"Ohhhh.... wanna bet?"

"I don't gamble."

It's now a full out smile on his face as he takes my computer, deliberately closes it, takes it from my hands and sets it down.

"Well... it's time to learn a few more things, lover-boy."

He shifts until he's straddling my hips, his lips hovering bare centimeters above mine. It is very testing to keep myself still, but I manage as his mouth whispers over mine.

And then.... the phone rings.

"Damn," he mutters, and similar curses flit through my mind as he slides off of me to reach the screen on the wall.

"Maxwell and Yuy," he answers as the call connects.

Wufei's image blinks onto the screen, and I'm immediately up out of the chair. That look simply does not belong on his face. Eyes wide in horror and pain. Face pale. I think there might be a shimmer of tears in those eyes.

"Status, Zero Five," I demand.

He blinks, and straightens up a little. "There was another attack today. The conference in Munich was bombed."

"Damn," I snap.

"Shit," Duo said at the same time.

"Report?" I ask. I have a feeling I'm not going to like what I hear. I've never seen Wufei with such shaky composure before.

"I... Relena," he says, his voice soft and breaking. "They took her."

tbc...

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Authoresses Insane Notes:

Um.... just had to leave it there. Don't flame me for it. And please reveiw and let me know what you think.