Spoot: Yay! People like my shit!

Heero: Just tell me when it's over.

Spoot: SUFFER! *tightens ropes*

Were Meant

A week had come and gone for the men working in HQ. Duo had gotten leave faster due to his request he put in. His last words to everyone was "fuck off I'm gunna go hug my kid." The only ones left now were the three stoics. Quatre got a day early leave right after Duo because of an old injury acting up. Heero thought that was absurd! He was full of old injuries that bothered him so much sometimes he could hardly breathe, but he never complained. The thing about suffering in silence was just that, suffering. Not something he worried about. He had other things on his mind…especially here lately.

He took a deep breath and put his hand on the knob to the door that lead him into his office. The office he shared with Trowa. So far he had been doing good at avoiding the other man, and for that matter, Trowa had been keeping out of the way, almost as if he understood. But now, now he had to actually work with the guy. Reports were due and there were only two people left that could do them. Duo and Quatre worked together and Wufei wasn't in their division…

He realized he had been holding his breath. He let it out and opened the door. There was Trowa sitting at his desk clacking away. "You're late." He said dully. Heero was taken aback a bit at how cold Trowa was being, but he supposed it was due to sleep deprivation or something else. "Sorry. You usually wake me up."

"Wake yourself up." Trowa turned and handed Heero paperwork. "You know what to do."

"Right…" Again, that was a little odd but Heero pushed it to the back of his mind and found his desk. He planted himself, turned his coffee mug the right way then turned on his computer. Usually, while he waited for the fossil to boot up, he would turn to Trowa and listen to the odd ball describe the dream he had the night before. This time…when he turned to the other man, Trowa ignored him as he clacked away. Right, there are more important things. Like reports. Trowa had been there longer, so he was sure the man had already forgotten whatever dream he had.

"I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"It's dark in my room…I hate the bunkers here…can…can I borrow your lamp?"

"My…lamp?" Heero looked to the football shaped kids lamp on his dresser. The one Duo jokingly had gotten him. He shook his head and returned to Trowa. "No. that's mine." He grimaced a bit when Trowa looked down with his eyes out of what looked like shame. Why was he always so stingy?! He was like a child! He bawled up his fists and stormed from his room, leaving Trowa in the doorway. He charged down the hall and into a computer room. He shoved Duo out of the way, ignoring the idiot's yelps and curses. He sat down and clacked away. "Why are you looking for glow in the dark stars?" Duo had asked. Heero ignored him and ordered a pack of them from the online store they had.

Within a week he found himself opening the packet and accidently spilling the little stars everywhere. He had cursed under his breath but gathered them up and barged into Trowa's room. "Stay or get out, I don't care." He barked as he pulled a stool up, standing on it. "W-what are you…doing…aww…Heero…that's so cute!"

"Shut up Trowa."

Heero furrowed his brow, tapping his foot, trying to focus on the screen and not his memory. This happened around the three hour mark for him. His mind drifted, and it happened to stop on that little memory. He clenched his jaw then put his fist on his chin, propping up his head. Normally that helped, but this time he just kept playing over and over in his head, the little part where he barked at Trowa to shut up. He did that allot…why it bugged him, he didn't know. Why he kept doing it, he didn't know. "Could you maybe stop tapping your foot…it's distracting me." He came back to reality when Trowa spoke. He looked to the man then down at his foot. "Oh…sorry." He stopped what he was doing and looked to Trowa, who was focused on his job. This was a Freaky Friday kinda thing!

"Do…would you like...if you're hungry…that is.."

"We could order something." Trowa said flatly, causing Heero to furrow his brow. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't like it. Trowa was being weird! Well, for him this was weird. He was never this cold toward the other man who sat to his left. He was always smiling, and complementing and… Heero sighed and looked back at his screen. "Sure, food would be good…you can order." He waited for Trowa to ask him what he wanted, like always. This time Trowa hit the intercom button on the desk and spoke, "Hey Sally, do me a huge favor and bring us some sandwiches. Thank you."

"I'm not at all your butler!" Trowa giggled at her, causing Heero to look to him in shock, then distain. So it was just him Trowa was being cold toward. This really confused him. Trowa finished his order and Heero took note that he asked that Sally leave off tomatoes on one sandwich. Heero was allergic…and Trowa remembered. He narrowed his eyes and stood. "I can't work with you!" He blurted out and stormed from the room in a fit of rage. He had no idea why he threw such a fit, but he did!

He stormed down the hall, passing Wufei. He made sure to slap the box of parts from his hands as he stomped by. "YUY! HEY! TALKING TO YOU! HEY! GET BACK HERE AND.."

"Eat...A DICK!" Heero bellowed and slammed the door to the restroom. Wufei...was actually shocked, his jaw dropped and all. He looked to the office where he had come stomping out of and tilted his head, deciding to go in there. "What was his problem?" He asked as politely as one could after getting all their things scattered around a floor. Trowa turned to him with a little smile. "Who, Heero? No telling, pretty sure he's tired."

"He slapped a box of parts from my arms and told me to eat a…well…"

"Eat a what? Eat a…pickle….?"

"Sure lets go with that."

"Say it Wufei. Say dick." Trowa laughed when Wufei's cheeks turned red out of anger and disgust. He seemingly puffed up, his hair even standing on end. "YOU'RE BOTH DISGUSTING! THAT'S NOT A NICE WORD! IT'S A DISGUSTING THING!"

"You have a penis Wufei."

"SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHAAADDDDAAAP!" And like that the Asian turned and stormed from the office in the same manor Heero had only seconds before. "NOW I SEE WHY THAT MONKEY BRAINED IDIOT RAN OUT ON YOU!" Trowa laughed hard then sat back in his chair, thinking now about how Heero had acted. Actually it was a little odd. And he was even at one point trying to make conversation. Was it that he felt bad about pushing Trowa away? Or was it something more. Trowa snapped to the fact, and smiled. Heero never meant to actually push him away, nor did he want Trowa to change his habits with him! He was just trying to protect his own heart, that and Trowa knew Heero was angry at himself for getting distracted in their last battle. The smile grew when Heero returned to the room. Trowa looked up at him and giggled quietly, "You're so cute when you get mad like that."

Heero was huffing at first, still in a rage, but when Trowa spoke he stopped breathing all together and just stood there in a state of stupor. Where was the 'shut up Trowa'? There wasn't one. There was only Heero marching up to Trowa and putting a finger in his face…and freezing up. "I thought so." Trowa said, mostly to himself, but loud enough for Heero to hear. He then turned back to his computer and got down to business, letting the other man just figure himself out from there.

Spoot: YAAAAAAAAAAY! Three in a row!

Duo: THIS…GGGIIIRRL IS ON FIIIYAAAAAAAA!

Spoot: Seriously…I am, help!

Duo: Oh shit!