Disclaimers: Don't own any part of Gundam Wing nor it's characters. Merely borrowing them for a little torture.

Warnings: Shounen-ai (because I suck at yaoi) , mildly blasphemous in terms of my depiction of heaven. Not a death fic… ish. Usual 1x2, 3x4, and with 5 hanging in the wind. The poor darling.

Notes: This was entered into the Hatsukoi fic contest and betaed by the extremely talented Keiran-sama

Chapter 5: Heero Yuy, Mother Hen

Adrian West was having a rather delightful dream. He couldn't remember what it was but he knew he was very happy. He vaguely recalled a lot of arms and legs tangled up together and bright blue eyes. It was a very familiar dream. He had been experiencing it ever since he left the hospital. It was always the same. He could never see the people involved, nor could he hear anything, but deep down he knew who they were and was happy in their presence. More often than not, he woke up with sticky sheets and felt annoyed with himself.

He hadn't had a wet dream in years. Perhaps it was because of his weakened condition that an erection was out of the question. Maybe this was a signal of good things to come.

He grinned at the thought of settling down with a nice girl and raising a litter of little Adrians. He lost his smile then, however. That dream was fast beginning a distant fantasy, with the introduction of Heero Yuy into his life. When he had approached the man weeks ago, he only wanted to thank him and to offer condolences for his loss but what he didn't expect was a new best friend.

And a best friend he neither wanted nor asked for.

He felt like being in the late 20th century show 'The Cable Guy'.

Well, perhaps best friend was a little mild. Since the day Heero found out that his lover's heart was in his chest cavity, he acquired a new mother.

Adrian glanced at the clock on his left, noting the time. It was early yet. He only needed to get up in an hour or so for work. He was glad that he now managed to get a job at a café down the road. The money wasn't good but it was enough for him to get by. Thank goodness for scholarships. He yawned hugely settling back onto the bed, curling under the warm quilt and shutting the world out.

He was almost drifting out when he suddenly jerked to wakefulness, grabbing his chest. His heart was throbbing almost painfully. It was happening quite often recently. Mostly around Heero Yuy. That was prelude to his entire being suffused in warmth. He shuddered at the implications of that reaction. He could accept Heero being gay, but it didn't mean having his lover's heart in him made him one as well, right?

Right!

It was odd, while he felt no attraction to Heero, his heart always skipped a beat whenever he was around. But when he looked at the Preventors' agent with nothing but his eyes and his mind, he found himself feeling nothing, yet his heart was telling him differently, over and over again.

But this time it was different, the feeling was different.

He felt a tingle all the way through his chest. He didn't really know what it meant but he was getting really sick of the way his heart reacted to certain things. He had heard stories that donors sometimes pass on their feelings through receivers of their organs but this was just a whole lot of baloney to him.

His ears perked, hearing the jiggling of keys at his door. His body poised, tensed and alert before his brain told him that it was the usual time for Heero Yuy to make an appearance. Giving up any possible chance of sleeping, he got out of bed and padded out to meet his tormentor/friend/adopted mother.

"Adrian!" Heero rushed to him, surprised that the man was awake. At this hour, Adrian was usually asleep and dead to the world. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked, a little panicked, his eyes sweeping frantically over the other man's body.

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Solo caught Duo before he could lunge at Heero.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Duo spat out jealously. "How does he know this Adrian guy? Was Heero cheating on me? Is that why he donated my heart to this little boyfriend thieving jerk?" Even as Duo said it, he knew he was just bitter that he wasn't able to touch Heero and embrace him as he wished. He knew his lover would rather cut off his own head than to cast eyes at another. Hell, they were even talking about getting hitched for goodness sake.

He broke free from Solo's confining arms, hugging himself tightly as tears of frustration leaked from his eyes. He didn't know that even dead, he could feel such grief.

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Adrian was curled up on the couch drowsing, as Heero went about in a frilly apron, left by an old girlfriend, the only one he had, a vacuum cleaner in hand. That was always what he did first. Then he would start on his meals.

Heero cooked his three meals for him, and froze it for him to reheat when he got back from work. Lunch was packed in a rather attractive container that had little cartoon animals all over it. It really wasn't Adrian's fault he liked Pinky and the Brain. After all, who could resist ambitious rodents?

He was just about to drift off when he felt a heavy quilt being pulled over him.

He wanted to sigh. Heero should really have been someone's mother. He went even so far as to debone an entire fish for him. There was one time where Adrian found all his socks ironed and arranged by colour from light to dark. Who in the world ironed socks?

He rubbed at his face, annoyed at the wet feeling on his cheeks. To his utter shock, he found that they were tears. He was crying, but why? It was as if a dam had been broken at this realisation of his tears and his silent crying became harsh sobs. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel so sad? Why should he? It was then he felt it, the heaviness in his heart and the pain at seeing Heero again.

Again? Where did that thought come from? He saw Heero everyday!

"Adrian?" Heero rushed over to the sobbing young man. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He knelt in front of him, feeling utterly helpless and scared out of his mind. For as long as he had known Adrian, he has never seen the young man act like that. Years of battling with his heart problems had toughened him up against most aches and pains. So what could be wrong now?

"I don't know," Adrian replied, still sobbing his heart out. He just felt like crying. Did he need a reason? Or the third degree? "Hold me," he blurted, not really sure where that desire came from. He just knew that he needed someone's arms around him right now. Well, not anyone's just one particular person's and he was kneeling right in front of him.

Heero jerked as if he had been slapped. He didn't know what to do. He knew Adrian needed comfort from whatever was hurting him but it has been a long while since he wanted to hug anyone besides Duo. Another stab of pain at the thought of his dead lover.

"Please," Adrian begged, and not liking at all how he sounded. Adrian West did not beg anyone. Least of all, someone who bullied his way into his life.

Heero groaned in resignation and enveloped the slight man in his arms.

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Duo's bent head shot up.

He felt it.

It was there.

Heero arms. They were around him. He felt the comfort and love he associated with his partner, the warmth of his arms and the thrill at the pit of his stomach when he was being held by Heero.

From the amazed look on Adrian's face, Duo realised with a jolt that the man could feel what he felt when he was with Heero. But he knew that Adrian didn't feel anything for Heero, other than familial feelings. How he knew that was another question altogether. All he knew was that somehow, he and this Adrian now was almost one person. And while Adrian had no control of Duo's memories, the American could manipulate Adrian to a certain extent.

A bright grin formed.

This was going to be fun.

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Heero didn't really know how long he was supposed to hang onto Adrian. It was bad enough he felt uncomfortable doing it. All his life, he had problems with physical human contact and expressing his emotions to a large degree. He only felt at ease doing so with Duo and his fellow pilots. After Duo died, he had shut himself up, pushing everyone away. It wasn't until Adrian stepped into his life, that he was able to release some of the guilt that was eating him up.

It had hurt him to know that only a small part of Duo was still alive and inside Adrian, so he had lavished all his attention on the man by taking care of him. In no way had he felt any flicker of attraction to the man before this very second. But right at this moment, Adrian felt remarkably like Duo. It hurt him to think like that, knowing that there would never be another Duo. This was his life's penance, to be alone for the rest of his life. It was his mistake that Duo died and he wasn't going to pick the coward's way out and kill himself. He would endure the loneliness because it was what he deserved.

Adrian was also slightly homophobic. Actually, it was more than slightly. In the beginning, he had acted like Heero had some sort of an incurable disease. It took a while of Heero's forceful bullying into the slight, young man's life, for Adrian to be completely comfortable with the idea of being friends. Even now touching was done in small measures and far apart.

Now, today, at this very moment, Adrian West had asked him to hold him. It still didn't feel right, he felt like he was cheating on Duo. But why did it feel like Duo?

"Uh…" the man in his arms stirred. "You can let go of me now."

Heero snapped back to reality and dropped Adrian like a hot potato. "I… I'm sorry," he said, getting up and fleeing toward the kitchen area. He quickly busied himself by packing and refrigerating Adrian's meals. The next thing was to do the laundry. It had become second nature to him to do things for this man. He wasn't even this bad when Duo was around. A small sad smile touched his lips as he thought of what comeback Duo might have.

He would probably ask if he was getting lessons…

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"…getting lessons from Trowa?" Duo shook his head in amazement. "I don't believe ever seeing him acting like this before. Usually I am the one who keeps house, though he does cook well. He just doesn't have the patience for laundry and things he like to term as 'mundane stuff'.

Solo was waiting nearby snickering at Duo's amazement. All the time he was wondering what would happen to his career in the event if someone caught him with an unauthorised soul running around on the living plane. He was due for a promotion anytime soon and he couldn't really afford any black mark or warning letter on his nearly spotless record.

But he would do anything for Duo.

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Adrian was trying very hard to feel disgust for himself, as he watched Heero clean the house and prepare his meals from the corner of his eye. He knew of Heero's past and he also knew that he should be afraid of this former terrorist. In the beginning, he was, he admitted. But that didn't stop him from telling this man that he had his lover's heart in his chest.

He was appalled at a newly developed dare devil side of him, one that before his operation didn't exist. He also noted that he was more adventurous and more open. He waved it off as getting a new lease of life, but deep down he wondered if that was really the case.

He brushed his sandy blond hair away from his eyes in irritation. He wondered why he didn't just cut this damn hair off. It was getting way to long. He would need to make an appointment and get it done tomorrow. Even as that thought left his mind, he was overcome with a sick feeling. How could he even think about cutting his hair? It was his prized possession! It was the embodiment of his memories. Every strand was a memento of… wait, just what was he thinking? He never cared too much about his hair before, so why was he acting so vain these days?

Yup, it was decided, Adrian was going to get his hair cut.

He firmly pushed aside the slight feeling of loss that assailed him.

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Duo was screaming and annoying the hell out of Solo. He was gripping his braid possessively as Adrian was deciding to get a hair cut. The angel suppressed a smile when he realised that Duo didn't notice that he was able to tap into Adrian's thoughts.

That could only mean that Adrian West didn't have that much time left on Earth.

Duo's spirit was already taking over, Solo noted, seeing a soft glint of violet in Adrian's eyes.

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Duo ended up following Heero. He tailed his lover closely, having abandoned Adrian. He watched with some amusement as his formally gruff and stoic lover turned into someone's mother, dusting, cleaning and vacuuming. He had then took out a few bottle of pills that Duo assumed was Adrian's and started lining up the coloured medication before placing them into a cute little pill box, once again with Pinky and the Brain splashed across it.

This Adrian was really obsessed about rats taking over the world, wasn't he?

"Where is he going?" Solo asked Duo, tapping on his PDA.

Duo scanned the surroundings. He wasn't too familiar with this area, not having visited it a lot when he was alive, but he knew what was in this area. Could it be? He watched as Heero turned into a pathway heavily shaded with trees and knew.

"He's going to visit my grave," he told Solo solemnly.

Tbc…