Spoot: CHAPPY DUO!

Duo: *In chaps* this is bullshits…utter bullshits.

Spoot: I meant Duo as in two…you just wanted to wear those.

Duo: They're assless.

And I

They had made it back to the base, and were now settling in to the break room. On their way through the door was Quatre, followed by Duo. The two were laughing as they walked in. Wufei looked up at them from his spot by the window; he looked ready to murder everyone. Duo let out another chuckle and looked to the angered pilot. "Heh, I can't work with this guy! He laughs when I fart! Trowa never laughed! Trowa! Be my partner again! Come on!" He reached for the said pilot but what he got was a fork pointed at his groin. He looked up at Heero and backed up slowly.

Quatre pulled on him as he spoke, "Come on, forget that, you got me now, come on…feed me!"

"Feed you? Hell!" Duo barked playfully as he slapped the fridge door, making the blond jump and giggle. "I'm not feeding you, you always feed me!"

"That's right! So now you make me something! You feed me…" Quatre trailed off as he backed away from Duo. "What-stop.." He let out a giggle as he backed into the table. "Oh I'll feed ya." Duo said playfully as he grabbed at…himself. "Mmh? You want me to feed you?"

"Duo, your wife?" Wufei barked.

"Isn't here right now!" He cracked himself up as he pat Quatre's cheek. The little blond was a tad nervous, but calmed himself as the idiot walked off. "Whaddaya want? Bagel?"

"Yes please, thank you Duo." He turned to the table where the two stoic men sat. He frowned. They were both in their own world at this point. Trowa was reading over an art magazine and Heero was just staring holes into the table. "Is everything alright?" He asked. Trowa, without removing his eyes from the page, spoke… "Leave him alone."

"O-oh..oh I'm sorry I didn't mean.."

"Leave it Quatre, he almost stabbed Duo…he's not a happy camper, just back away…"

Good advice. Heero was on edge. There was a time and place when dealing with him. Normally the guy was pretty put together. He always had his head on right and never lost his temper…around anyone else. But Trowa, he had seen Heero blow his top completely. There was a pile of broken keyboards in their office to prove it. So bottom line was; Trowa knew how to deal with Heero when he was on edge. Just stay quiet, ignore him and above all, just be there.

The room cleared out after an hour and the two were left alone. Once Wufei was out of sight Trowa looked to Heero and just stared at him until he did something…anything. He got his wish within the first 20 seconds. Heero stood and swung his arms back to front, then clapped his hands. Trowa watched him walk across the room and make a cup of coffee. Drinking the Joe this late meant Heero wasn't planning on sleeping. Trowa just sighed and sat back in the seat, watching Heero return to the table with his mug. "Gunna work out I'm guessing." He finally spoke. Heero looked to him wearily. "I need to…" It seemed like there was more to add but Heero dropped it and just sipped at his coffee. Trowa frowned and went back to that stupid article about paint brush size.

After another hour of silence between the two, again Trowa decided to try conversing. Mostly because he was done with his magazine and growing restless. He turned to Heero and tilted his head. "Is there anything you would like to talk about?"

"No." Was the flat answer he got. It was emphasized by Heero standing and walking off. That was a little abnormal. Trowa watched him leave the room with his second cup of coffee then he lowered his eyes. He understood what Heero had been keeping to himself. He knew what Heero had wanted to talk about, and understood why he didn't. He let out a little chuckle and shook his head. "Oh you stupid…stupid man…" He chuckled again, talking to himself in his head a bit about Heero's need to keep his emotions in check.

He got up; he grabbed the coffee pot and headed down the hall. No, he wasn't just gunna sit back on this one. He was gunna at least try and crack Heero open, even if it meant beating him half to death with a sock full of butter. That thought led to another thought…then another and before long Trowa's mind drifted and he found himself lost in the many halls of HQ. He hated when this happened. He looked around, just standing in a hall with a pot of coffee. This was why everyone though he was a nut case, this right here. He had begun to worry…a panic attack building in his chest. Where the hell was he?!

He took a deep breath and pulled out a device from his pocket. It was a com unit everyone had on them at all times. He pressed the number three and waited for Heero's voice. What he got was nothing. That made his panic grow more. Heero was ignoring him, for reasons Trowa wanted to discuss…IF HE COULD EVER FIND OUT WHERE HE WAS! He whimpered and hit the number 7 and waited.

"Go'fr Maxwell!"

"Duo, I'm lost. I have a coffee pot."

"Ohh god!" Duo cracked up hard, unable to say a word.

"Duo please…I'm lost…send help."

"I CANT EVEN WITH YOU!"

"Can you odd?"

There was nothing but laughter on the other end so Trowa ended the transmission and hit Wufei's number. He waited, hoping the guy wouldn't yell at him. That would just do him in…

"What do you want."

"Please help."

"Trowa? Ugh, where are you…"

"I don't know but I have a coffee pot and I forgot where I was going and.."

"Trowa breath. Why didn't you just call Heero?"

"I can't find him and he's ignoring me."

"Why…"

"Because he's in love with me and it's distracting him so he's trying to get his head back right-OH! I see you!" He ended the call and walked up to Wufei and held up the coffee pot. The other pilot rolled his eyes so hard one of his lids had to flutter closed. He took the pit from the idiot and turned, guiding him back down the hall toward the workout room. "I don't understand the point, I never got why people needed to pair off…it's barbaric and foolish…here…" he gestured with the coffee pot toward the room. "Thank you Wufei…" Trowa walked in slow at first then spotted Heero in the corner using the chin up bar.

Heero eyed him as he pulled his chin up. He stayed like that a second, glaring at the other man, then he hopped down and dusted his hands off. He ignored Trowa as he pushed past him to get to his towel. He watched Heero with his eyes mostly, turning when he lost visual. "We should talk."

"We really shouldn't…talking isn't what we do." He looked to Trowa then averted his eyes and went to wiping his face off. Trowa was better with words most times; he just got a little side tracked from time to time. Heero was the listener. The one that proceeded with an open mind and a shut mouth. Trowa knew, that if they were ever going to get anywhere he would need to be the one to say something. "I brought Coffee but Wufei stole it.."

"THAT'S A LIE BARTON!" Both men ducked in a dull bored manner as a coffee pot flew across the room and shattered once contacted with the wall. Both men stood and just looked to him then Trowa spoke, "go eat you crazy Dutch bastard."

"Dutch?" Wufei had to tilt his head. He muttered to himself as he walked away. Trowa smirked. That was easy. Just confuse Wufei and you can get rid of him. He looked to Heero, watching his face closely while he was distracted by Wufei. His smile grew as he memorized what he looked like. It was over when Heero turned to him and narrowed his eyes. "Let's just keep it professional Barton." And like that he turned and went back to perfecting his physical features. The smile faded as he lowered his eyes. Heero always used his first name…yet there he was, taking one more step backwards and distancing himself. He understood, yes! He really did…but at the same time, he wanted Heero in his life. Needed him in his life. He nodded to himself and looked to Heero once more. "I guess…that's it then, we'll just keep it professional."

"Thank you, that's all I ask."

Trowa sighed as he left the room. Defeated and depleted, he shuffled to his living quarters and plopped down face first on his bed. He would back off. He would just do what Heero wanted, because of how he felt; he would give that man whatever he asked for. And if distance was what he asked for, then distance he would get…despite how Trowa really felt. Another sigh escaped him as he rolled on his back and looked up at the little glowing plastic stars on the ceiling. He felt the sorrow grow behind his eyes when he remembered Heero standing on a foot stool for an hour putting all those little stars up. Remembering how the man had almost broken his neck at one point when he fell from the stool. Trowa smiled, but it was one of sadness…

Spoot: HIT ME! *Opens mouth*

Duo: *throws a peanut*

Spoot: MY EYE! Ok…um, keep reading…thanks?