A/N: Hey guys, I know I'm updating later than normal during the day but after a moment of hyperness I got sick. So it's taking me a while to edit this piece. I'd like to thank Beautiful Innocence for her review! And now on to the next installment.
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My Memory of Her: Highs and Lows
"Welcome home!" Duo cheers as he unlocks the house of Michael and Heero that was just as they left it the morning of the accident. Michael stayed with Dorothy, while Quatre was away, but Duo was too guilt ridden to stay at their mansion and spent most of the time at Heero's bedside. But he did stay at a hotel every now and then to get a good night's rest for work and to bathe as well.
Michael scampered in and went to his room. He missed it.
Heero adjusts the temperature, as it was hot from not being looked after since that day. Heero made it over to the couch, quietly, as usual but he was in pain. His muscles were no longer sore from the accident but they were not used to walking.
"So, I was thinking I'd make you my famous pizza," Duo says coming back from the kitchen with a soda and stood by the couch.
"Do you mean the pizza that you make with pineapple, tons of cheese, bread, several cold meats, and Tabasco sauce?" Heero asks. It was an interesting concoction that Duo made a long time ago when they were kids. He just threw what he thought that looked good onto a crust with sauce, shoved it in the oven, and managed to eat most of it by himself.
"That's the one!" Duo cheers smiling excitedly. He hadn't had it in a while and it seemed appropriate.
"Hn," Heero says. He didn't care for it now. His mind was busy with other impending issues and Martly.
Duo grins, he took that as a yes. "Its about time we have a good guys night in," he shouts from the kitchen as he browsed around to see what was in Heero's place for his pizza and to throw out what had gone bad.
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"Okay, I just got rid of the crap that was no good anymore but I need some things from the store for the pizza and other necessities," Duo says closing the door of the kitchen behind him.
Heero stays quiet as he watched the History channel. He didn't mind Duo having to get stuff. Actually, he appreciated it. Cleaning the stuff out, replacing goods, and even cooking dinner. He was not up to being able to do that right now.
"Can I take Michael with me?" Duo asks happily.
Heero nods, with the both of them out of the house he could call Dorothy. He had to talk to her; she hadn't been able to update him on the situation yet with him being unconscious.
"Macky!" Duo calls down the hall and it didn't take long for the red headed boy to peak into the hallway blinking.
Duo grins, "Come on buddy. I need your help."
Michael beams; he loved it when someone said they needed him. He trots down the hall and climbs on Heero and hugs him tight.
"Can I go with Uncle Duo Daddy?" Michael asks looking up at Heero.
Heero looks down at his adoptive son that looked so much like the girl he used to know. He nods, it was fine by him.
Michael beams, hops down, puts on his sneakers, and follows Duo out as he waves goodbye to Heero.
Heero waits a while after hearing Duo's truck drive away to slowly get up and walk over to lock the house. After sitting back down with a pained expression, he pulls out his cell phone and calls Dorothy.
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"No, she's not available right now Mr. Dayson. May I take a message?" Aaron asks as he searches for Dayson's electronic file on the computer. "Yes, okay. All right, let me see if I have this correctly. You wish to press charges on your first ex-wife for exploitation because she sent out a mass email of some personal footage of yours? Yes, okay, I'll tell her as soon as she gets out of her meeting. Yes Mr. Dayson. Yes, and maintain a low profile until Madam Dorthy returns your call. Yes, bye," Aaron says, hangs up the phone and sighs. Wow, what a strange man.
George was printing out files for cases that were going to be filed. Dorothy worked late the previous night to prepare all these lawsuits and counter claims.
"What was Dayson wanting now?" George asks as he waits for the files and their copies finish printing. It was an odd conversation.
"Just what it sounded like, that's why you never use a camera in the bedroom," Aaron says sighing. Dorothy wasn't in an official meeting, she was in a phone conference with someone.
The office phone rings again, "law office of Dorothy Catalonia. This is Aaron, how may I help you?" Aaron says as he answers the phone.
"This is Heero Yuy, I need to speak to Dorothy," Heero says in his characteristic stoic voice.
"She's in a meeting Mr. Yuy, may I take a message?" Aaron asks as he looks for Heero's file on his computer but there was none. He found it strange since Dorothy specifically said to call him soon, so he assumed there would be a file on him. Yet, there was none.
Before Aaron could ask him some questions about his situation, George taps him on the shoulder and points behind them. He turns to see Dorothy walking over and they both mouth that Yuy was on the line.
Dorothy motions that she'd take the phone call and goes back to her office.
"Mr. Yuy, Madam Catalonia will be on the line shortly," Aaron says and places the call on hold.
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"No, he's going to be fine," Duo assures Michael before opening the door to the house. Once opened, Heero came into view but instead of working or doing something Heero like, he was asleep on the couch.
Duo smiles sadly, he was probably tired from his body not being active for long and Heero was an active person and very physically fit. "Come on Michael, let's make the pizza and we'll wake up your dad when its done for dinner, 'kay?" He whispers to his little nephew.
Michael nods and follows Duo into the kitchen happily. His daddy was safe, awake, and back in their house. He loved Quatre and Dorothy, but being away from his dad was making him very sad. He really missed Heero.
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"Look, I'll get you a new phone. Please, let me have that one," Martly pleads.
Seth sighs, "What are you going to do with it?" He asks taking a drag of his cigarette. He was really stressed out over all of this. He knew that being friends with Martly was only trouble but he never got bothered personally, everyone Martly knew knew that he wasn't involved at all.
Martly sighs, "Look, if you must know its so that I can see if anyone knows who would've done that. It is fucked up after all." He wrapped a belt around his arm and tightened it.
Seth shakes his head, "Martly, don't shoot up right here. And not right now, not until you can tell me what the fuck is going on." He says in a serious tone.
Martly was wondering the same thing too. He undid the belt, tossed it aside, "I'm not sure Seth, really. But I want you to get a new number and leave things to me. It is not a threat to you. Its for me."
Seth stays quiet, but was really annoyed that he was going to shoot up heroin in front of him when talking about such a serious matter. A true testament to how he handled things.
He tossed the phone to Martly and headed out. He had to go home in order to record a documentary a coworker asked him to, as he would not be able too. He didn't want to do it, but it was important to come across as nice and normal. Or else someone would suspect something and with all the "say no to drugs" campaign that they were pushing on the kids at school. It was summer for crying out loud. He normally didn't work during the summer but he wanted to move to a different apartment. Some college kids moved next door and they really got on his nerves. Plus, he wanted a complex with a pool and hot tub.
"I'll take care of it Seth, I swear!" Martly said as he looked at the phone, messed with it to be able to see the picture, got the belt and heroine, and slowly injected it in as he stared at the picture on the screen.
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Duo smiled as he watched Michael and Heero eat his famous pizza. "You know what I've been thinking guys?" He asks with a grin.
Heero looks at Duo, nothing good could come from his thinking.
"I think we should go to the beach," Duo says ginning and looking at Michael, he could feel Heero boring a hole into his temple from his glare.
Michael beams, "Oh my God Daddy, please! Please can we go, please?" He begs. How could Heero say no to that?
Heero chews extra slowly to be able to mull over Duo's suggestion. He had to handle it carefully.
Michael sat eagerly waiting for Heero to answer him, he hopped it was a yes.
"When?" Heero asks. He hoped he had a couple of days to be able to recover a little more before going out.
"Hmm, soon, like tomorrow or something?" Duo asks nonchalantly. But inwardly he was hopping up and down and really wanted Heero to say yes, because then they could invite Quatre and Dorothy too. They were hilarious in such places.
"Hn," Heero says taking another bite out of the pizza as Michael waited for a yes.
After about five minutes, Heero sets his glass of Sprite down. "Fine," he says in his normal stoic voice.
"Yay! Oh my God, Daddy, thank you!" Michael cheers and hugs Heero tight. He then scampers off to pack.
Heero glares at Duo, he did not like sand. Not in between his toes and not in between or anywhere else. He was doing it for Michael, not Duo.
Duo grins and chomps on another piece of his slice of pizza, it came out good. Of course he was ignoring Heero, he didn't want to see the glare that he could feel.
Michael stared around in his room, he had never been to a beach or an ocean but saw it on cartoons and movies. He was so excited. Heero didn't intend to deprive the boy, but beaches came with a lot of risks, he didn't want Michael to be anywhere near any danger.
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Dorothy set down her china mug that contained chamomile tea. She was sitting across from Quatre who was sipping peppermint tea. They were just resting their bodies and were trying to rest their minds.
"Were you able to do the test I talked to you about a while back?" Dorothy asks.
"No, when I left I didn't think I could ask anyone to do it. It is too high of a risk and I'd rather do it myself," Quatre says. This was a delicate matter after all.
Dorothy nods, "Very well. Just do it soon, I have deadlines to meet." She wanted to get this out of the way and it was going to be needed at some point, and if her suspicions were correct, would be the end all to the problem.
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Martly sat back in the after glow and high from the heroine and a tiny bit of cocaine, he didn't want to push his luck too far. He had a degree in chemistry after all; it was why he was the best meth maker in the tri-county area. He was known for having the best and thanked his university and degree to that. He reached out and picked up Seth's iPhone that was now his. The picture was of the man he got to try to kill Heero that resulted in Heero's hospitalization. The thing was that the deal between Martly and the driver was that he would commit suicide after the deed was done, you had to be careful fucking around with cops after all. But, someone took him from the scene of the wreck and crime and carved a dragon on his chest. But who knew who he worked for and why Seth?
Martly tossed the phone aside; he'd think about that after, he wanted to enjoy his high.