Author's Note: Three words: temporary writer's block. But, fortunately for all, that has been resolved, a few chapters have been typed up, no foreseeable delays in the immediate future, all that good stuff. I will say that I'm hoping for some feedback. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight swearing, guy security issue

Blonds-in-Arms

Solo was just minding his own business as he passed by the front door when he happened to sneeze.

Now, any ordinary person would have just dismissed this occurrence and gone about their day. But Solo wasn't an ordinary person. He didn't just sneeze. There was only one reason why he would sneeze in the first place. He was near the front door when it happened. Could it be that…

He opened the door and let loose an enormous sneeze and a jumble of curses soon after. It all ended with one loud "Son of a bitch!" that echoed in the main foyer. It would be such a shame if someone were to hear that…

And that person just happened to be Quatre.

"What's the matter?" the Arabian asked, slightly curious if not a bit miffed by overhearing Solo's verbal diarrhea.

Solo snarled and gesture towards the door. Raising an eyebrow, Quatre took a look. Then the usually angelic features twisted into murderous expression, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles were already white.

Solo let out another sneeze.

Damn it. Who the hell left roses at the front door? Honestly. Solo stepped forward with his fingers pinning his nose shut and reached out to remove a small card that came with the damnable bundle of weeds from Hell. Opening it, his eyes narrowed at the words that clearly stated:

I will always love you, Duo.

Growling in fury, Solo passed the note over to Quatre who read it and gave a similar response. Turning to the other blond, Solo asked, "Who da hell left dese here?"

"Some admirer of Duo's," Quatre snarled. "They've been sending Duo roses for years already. Duo keeps getting rid of them but this dumbass keeps sending them."

"But who is it?"

"I don't know. Duo knows but he hasn't told anyone who it is."

"Dis has got ta stop," Solo growled. Looking over at Quatre, the two nodded. For the time being, they would declare a truce until they removed this interloper. "Can ya figure out who wrote dat?"

"I can now," Quatre answered as he pocketed the note. "It'll take a little time though."

"As long as ya can find out who. Gonna kick dat son of a bitch's ass for dis."

"Wait in line," Quatre retorted.

"Wat about dat dough?" Solo asked, pointing to the roses.

"I can take care of that," Quatre said. "You go wash yourself. Don't know if Duo will be able to smell these off you."

"Good idea. Ya do da same."

Parting ways, the two set out to do their given tasks. When he finally reached his room, Solo quickly entered into the adjacent bedroom, only then did he release the pinch he had his nose in and undressed, turning on the water in the shower as he did so.

Stepping under the nozzle and the stream of water, Solo sighed and allowed himself to relax. Man, this felt great. How had he managed to live so long without experiencing a shower before? It was a whole other world here. Pausing as he started to shampoo his hair, he wondered what they were going to do about this. Obviously, this sender needed to get an ass kicking. You'd think whoever it was would at least be intelligent to know that Duo hated roses with a passion.

Perhaps an ass kicking wouldn't be enough though. A coma-inducing ass kicking ought to do it though…

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Once disposing of the roses and cleaning himself off, Quatre set down to solve the mystery that had been gnawing at him for a long time. Sure the measures that he had just done seemed to be a little over-the-top but Duo was worth any inconvenience. He was here to relax and recuperate, damn it. And, by Allah, Quatre would make sure that he wouldn't be bothered by anything from the outside world at this time.

Now, to find out who the mysterious rose sender was. Now that he had a hold on one of the notes, he had a handwriting sample to work with. But first he needed to narrow down his list of suspects first.

That meant Solo, despite how much he didn't want to do this, had to be crossed off first. The man didn't know how to read and write in the first place. Plus he had no amount of capital to his name and sending a bundle of roses all the way from L2? He saw no signs of any plant life on that sorry excuse for a Colony.

Next, he had to take himself off the list. Why? He sure as hell knew he wasn't doing it, though he had the money and ability to do so.

Who did that leave now? A lot of people. A whole planet's worth along with many Colonies up in space as well. Okay, what clues did Duo leave behind that could narrow down the list? Well, he had mentioned before that the dumbass, as Duo so affectionately called the sender, saw him everyday. So that limited it down to a city's worth. But then, the sender had to know where Duo would be staying in order to send the roses. That cut down the list of suspects down to a handful, all of them Preventers. And all of those Preventers had to have been on the shuttle flight back to Earth from L2.

Okay, he needed to find out who all was on that flight and to get a sample of their handwriting, if it could be obtained. That shouldn't pose too much of a problem. Once that was done, it would take a bit to get a match but ultimately, the answer to this question would be found, unless Duo decided to enlighten him in the meantime.

Since he hadn't done so yet, despite how many bundles of roses he had received, it was most likely he wouldn't reveal who it was. But what if they told Duo what had just happened? Oh he would be pissed, no doubt about it, but would he be pissed enough to give a name?

Besides dumbass, of course.

Maybe they shouldn't. Duo was here to relax, after all and he would relax.

And damn it, he was repeating himself, wasn't he?

Shaking his head, he decided to see how Duo was now that he was on the subject. He briskly started down the hallway, heading for none other than Duo's room when he passed Solo's room which had the door wide open. The open doorway thus revealed to the blond its occupant who just happened to be coming out of the private bathroom, all dry but…without…any…clothes on…

Dear Allah, for somebody who spent all their life on the streets, he was well-built and…very well endowed…is it even that possible to be that—

Quatre quickly adverted his sight and hurried down to Duo's room. This was just perfect, now he was feeling less secure than he was two minutes ago. He had always thought he had something…but damn, was that thing real?

Then he stopped. Okay, that was a problem. Now, not only was he trying to gain Duo's affection but now…his body wanted to do…intimate things with his main competition. No, he needed to concentrate at the objective at hand. Duo was worth more than a booty call.

At least, that's what he hoped he could use to persuade his body to comply.