Spoot: Ok, maybe the last chapter?

Duo: you know that's not fair!

Forgive Me

Trowa watched as Duo crossed the room and sit by his beloved. "Thanks for coming." He said, though the statement sounded forced, and he really wanted Trowa to leave. The other man knew what the shifty eyes and side glances meant. Duo had been crying, and not wanting to draw attention to that, couldn't seem to make eye contact with the other pilot. Trowa nodded, and stood up. "I just wish…" Duo began. He sat down and put his head down on the bed. "I mean, I would do anything-"

"Anything?" Quatre asked.

"Anything." Duo stated, then his eyes got large, and he lifted his head. Quatre's smile was almost evil…

He watched as the blond brought the spoon closer to his mouth, but failed when he twitched violently. The contents of the spoon spilled on the bed sheets. Quatre dropped the spoon in the bowl, let out a sigh and threw his head back onto the pillow. Duo smiled and reached over and grabbed some napkins. "That was a dirty trick you pulled." He said softly, as he cleaned off the sheets. Quatre lifted his head. "You still talking about yesterday?" He snapped. Duo finished cleaning the mess his lover made, and grabbed up the spoon, and filled it. He eyed his lover, and smiled. "Yeah, I'm still on that. Here, sit up." Quatre did as he was told, and Duo brought the spoon up to his mouth. Quatre took the sip of soup, and licked his lips. "It's good!" He said. Duo nodded. "Home made." He said, getting another spoon full for Quatre.

"Who made it?" The blond asked.

"Oh, I can't tell you that! The guy would surely decapitate me!" Duo said, bringing the spoon to his lover's lips.

"Wufei? Couldn't be."

Duo shook his head.

"Trowa? No way!"

Duo shook his head.

"Well it wasn't me!" Quatre snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. Duo shook his head. "Here! Eat!" He snapped. Quatre turned his head. "Not until you tell me!" He snapped. Duo put the spoon back, and sat back in his chair, and crossed his arms, and put a leg over his knee, then raised an eyebrow. "Just tell me, was it Heero!" Duo said nothing, just shook his foot with impatience. Quatre sighed, "Are we really doing this?" He asked. Duo made his eyebrows dance in response.

"Are we really gunna do this!" Quatre snapped, putting the spoon in the bowl. "I don't want it!" Duo said. He was sitting up in bed; Quatre was trying to feed him. "Docs orders! How 'bout that!" Quatre snapped. Duo shook his head. "It's no big deal!" He grumbled. "Duo, you have a cold, soup is the best thing for you right now, eat while it's still hot!" Duo just shook his head, and crossed his arms. "I have taste buds; I'd like to keep it that way. Sally is no chef, you know that!" Quatre put his hands on his hips. "I made this!" He snapped. Duo looked shot him a look, then sighed, and lowered his arms from his chest. "Fine…" Quatre nodded with victory, and began to feed his lover.

"Tell me." Quatre said. Duo looked over at him, and smiled. "If I told you, you won't eat it." He said. Quatre put a fist in his palm. "Sally" He said. He was so sure of it, but Duo shook his head. The power of deduction finally caught up with Quatre. His eyes widened and he looked over at his lover, who was looking up at the ceiling. "You! You made this!" Duo looked over at him with wide eyes. "Who…me! Well, I…see…"

"It was you! How the hell did you manage to make Miso Soup!" Quatre snapped, and then his mind wandered. Duo sat up some. "Miso is easy!" He snapped. "If you buy it at the deli down the street!" Quatre yelled. Duo laughed hard. "You caught me!" He said. Quatre sat back against his pillow. "Yeah, I caught you. Miso is a very hard dish to make, and as far as I know…you're no chef!" Duo smiled, but his eyes let off a glint of something Quatre swore was pain.

"Who made all this?" Wufei asked, as he began to dig in. Trowa slapped his lovers hand and looked over at Quatre. "Sorry about him! He's just hungry." The blond shook his head, and giggled when Wufei shot Trowa a heated look. "I don't really know. Duo's the one who's been home all day. I think he ordered it." Trowa slapped at Wufei's grubby hand again and looked over at the blond. "You think he cooked it all?" Asked Heero, who had been sitting quietly, drooling over the fried foods. "I don't think so, I've never known him to cook, I do all that. I swear he ordered it." Quatre said, sitting down. Duo returned to the room, holding up his hands. "See, all clean! Dig in guys!" Wufei did as he was told, with haste! Trowa sighed and looked up at Duo, and shrugged. Duo just giggled, and looked down at his lover. "It's fresh, good, and homemade. Eat." He said. Quatre eyed him with suspicion, but began to eat. Something was up…

Quatre sat up with a gasp. What an odd dream. He looked to right, and there was Duo, fast asleep in the chair. The Miso…the dinner before he left…was all him. When did Duo become a cook? Quatre shook his head. As long as he had known Duo...and the length of their relationship…never has Duo ever even shown an interest in cooking. He looked over at the bowl of soup. It was cold now, and the oil had begun to form at the surface of the liquid. Quatre smiled. Miso was even better when it had been sitting out. His stomach barked at him, and he licked his lips. Duo made a noise, and Quatre eyed him for a moment. He remembered they were in the middle of a standoff. He had made it clear he wouldn't eat until he knew who had prepared the food. But he had a good feeling he knew at this point, so, in a way…he won. He nodded his head, and pulled the swivel tray to him, and began to devour the food.

Duo began to devour the food that was put out in front of him. "Slow down!" Quatre snapped. "You'll choke!" Duo, being the smart ass that he was, began to bring the fork to his mouth, VERY, slowly. Quatre rolled his eyes and sat down to his meal as well. "I get it, stop." Again, Duo was a smart ass. He froze before he got the fork to his mouth, and stayed that way. Quatre reached over and slapped the fork out of his lover's hand, making the boy crack up. "Now, eat without a fork!" the blond snapped. "I can eat with my face!" Duo said, pointing to his nose. "Don't! Duo, don't you dare! Duo don-" Duo slammed his face into the mashed potatoes. Quatre reached over and held Duo's head in place.

"Were you hungry?" Quatre opened his eyes, and looked up at Duo. The boy was cleaning up the dish. "Figured you would get hungry and eat. You lose." Quatre shook his head. "No, I figured out who made it, so I win." Duo looked over at him, with a big grin. "Mike from the Deli." He said. Quatre smiled at his secret chef. "Sure, Mike." He said. Duo giggled, and sat down. He had finished his task and was ready for a break. "Need anything?" He asked. Quatre shook his head. "Just you. And I have that, so I'm good." Duo rolled his big blue eyes. "Want some wine with that cheese!" He snapped. Quatre giggled, as he sat up a bit. Duo jumped up, but Quatre assured him, so he sat back down. "If, If I told you something, would you be mad?" Duo eyed the blond, but shook his head. "Duo, I know it was you who cooked that big dinner. And I know you made me that soup." It was quiet for a moment. Quatre broke it, "Why didn't you tell me you could cook like that! You're amazing!" Duo sat stiff as a board, but spoke. "I…I like your cooking. Never had someone do that for me…forgive me?" Quatre smiled, and crossed his arms. "I'll forgive you…if…you cook for me from time to time." Duo smiled, and took his lovers hand. "It's a deal."

Spoot: Well?

Duo: don't end it. Take a break, sure…but…but….DON'T END IT!