Okay, so I lied about it being a couple of days until I updated. I figured that having two chapters up immediately would get more hits on the story XD

Warnings: same as the last

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Chapter Two: Mission

Three weeks had passed since Duo had discovered Quatre's biggest secret, and currently he was sharing a safe-house with the mostly-silent pilot of Heavyarms. The others were at their next safe-house already, and the pair would be joining the other three as soon as this mission was completed.

Trowa was tall and slim, and extremely quiet. He also, however, had a brilliant taste in music, and Duo was kept occupied in the time before their mission by pillaging the auburn-haired, green-eyed Latino pilot's music files.

"Duo," Trowa said quietly at 1700 hours. Duo looked up from the computer questioningly, tilting his head to the side slightly. "We need to prepare to leave soon." Duo grinned at him and nodded.

"Sure thing, Tro-tro! Gimme five minutes." Trowa just nodded and looked back out the small window facing the base they would be infiltrating in just under two hours.

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Duo cursed violently as he ducked behind a pile of crates, dodging the spray of bullets from the soldiers who he had just encountered. He flicked on his com unit.

"03! You got the data?" he asked, peeking up over his shields and then ducking down when more bullets sprayed the area. As soon as the firing stopped he popped up and put a bullet through the brains of six of the twelve guards before he had to reload.

"Affirmative, 02," Trowa's voice crackled through the com. "On my way out."

"Be careful," Duo warned. "There's more patrols than usual."

"Understood." Duo tucked his com back into his pocket and peeked over the crates, cracking off two more shots before being forced to retreat to shelter. The sound of guns firing but not hitting wood had him cursing, and he peeked out of his shelter in time to see a stray bullet slam into Trowa's shoulder as the slender teen was jumping the fence, knocking him over the other side. Duo swore creatively and then picked off the remaining guards, hightailing it out of there and shimmying over the fence to drop lightly beside Trowa. The lanky teen was unconscious – while checking him over Duo noticed a sluggishly-bleeding lump on one temple that seemed to be the cause – and with another creative curse Duo hoisted Trowa up over his shoulders and fled back to their safe-house.

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Duo carefully placed Trowa on the single bed in the small apartment they were sharing, checking as best he could for a concussion while the auburn-haired teen was still unconscious. He decided to wake him up after checking that shoulder wound just in case, and pulled his trusty army-knife from his pocket to slit open the tight turtleneck Trowa was wearing. There was no way the braided teen would be able to take that off without aggravating the shoulder wound.

The deep blue-green material fell away, and Duo's eyes fairly bugged out of his head as he saw the bandages wrapped tightly but not too tightly around Trowa's chest…almost exactly how Quatre bound her chest to hide her breasts (yes, Duo knew this – he'd accidentally walked in on her a second time before she'd put a shirt on over her bandages).

"Am I cursed or something?" Duo whined quietly, and shook his head before using the remains of Trowa's shirt to cover his – her – chest for modesty's sake even though the bandages were still covering her. He turned his attention to the bullet wound instead, frowning as he realised the bullet was still inside the wound – possibly touching bone but from the amount of blood not an artery (which was lucky). He dug around in the medical kit he'd procured, and set about removing the bullet, cleaning the wound, stitching it closed and bandaging the lot.

A few minutes later Trowa was tucked into the bed with her ruined turtleneck in the trash, the blankets up over her shoulders and the wound tended to. Duo exhaled shakily and then gripped Trowa's uninjured shoulder, giving a gentle shake.

"Trowa? C'mon, Tro, wake up," he urged gently, and the green-eyed girl stirred, blinking a little groggily before recognising where she was and moving to sit up. Duo stopped her with a hand on her uninjured shoulder, a blush across the bridge of his nose. "Ah, don't sit up yet. I had to cut off your shirt to get to the wound…" he trailed off and understanding crossed Trowa's face briefly as she realised.

"You know," she said simply, and Duo nodded. He was still blushing faintly.

"I didn't peek," he blurted, his blush re-forming as Trowa raised an eyebrow. "It's none of my business or anything…" he broke off as his knife – his knife – was suddenly inches away from what made him male, and swallowed as he went very pale. "T-Trowa?"

"If you tell anyone, I will castrate you slowly and painfully," the girl said coolly. "Are we clear?" Duo nodded frantically, still awfully pale. "Good." She passed Duo his knife, and he put it away before clearing his throat awkwardly and looking away.

"I guess you don't have a concussion, then." Trowa's eyebrows rose once more.

"That's all you have to say?" Duo realised why Trowa was so quiet now. She sounded definitely female if she spoke too much.

"Well, yeah," Duo shrugged. "It's none of my business. If you wanna pretend to be a guy then who am I t' stop ya? It's your choice." He paused. "O' course, I reckon you should let th' others know before they find out on their own, but I won't say anythin' without ya tellin' me it's okay to." Trowa examined him for a moment, then nodded silently and sat up. Duo spun around to face the other direction with a slight blush as the sheets and blanket slid down to the girl's waist, and he heard a small snort of laughter from the auburn-haired teen.

"Mind passing me a shirt, Duo?" Trowa asked, and with a fierce blush that covered the entirety of his face Duo went looking for just that.

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Three days later they arrived at their next safe-house, and were greeted by a cheerful Quatre, a grumpy Wufei and a glaring Heero. Duo grinned as he wrapped an arm around Quatre's shoulders in greeting, singing out a cheery 'heya, Wuffers, Hee-chan!' before releasing Quatre and running into the house away from an irritated Wufei with a mischievous cackle. Trowa watched him go discreetly, and then gave a blunt, short mission report to the two remaining pilots (leaving out her gender and Duo's discovery of such) before heading into the house and up the stairs to find her bedroom for this stop. It felt good to have someone know about her gender, surprisingly…and she knew Duo would never break his word and tell someone without her permission.

Having locked himself away to keep Wufei from chopping off his precious braid, Duo contemplated the probability of the other two walking in on Quatre or Trowa and discovering their gender versus the likelihood of him doing the same to both. It seemed like the universe was out to get him – next thing he knew, Relena would be declaring her undying hatred for the colour pink and Heero, and Treize would be singing 'Over the Rainbow' while performing an interpretive dance with Zechs.

Duo snorted quietly and stroked the end of his precious braid as he moved his thoughts on from that particularly disturbing mental image, wondering absently if Quatre or Trowa would join him next time he went for a swim.

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Ashuri

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