13x1

A/N A tester to see if I should cont… An… Another Heero Mpreg, with Treize as the father this time. It was a review that inspired this fic, Sabrina-fowler asked if Treize was the father in my 6x1 mpreg fic and I started thinking what if he was, this scene just popped into my head and I just had to write it. I love the pairing 1x13x1 and I have never written anything for it, I’m pretty sure Treize is going to be the father, unless people completely hate that idea of course…

Rating: R for subject if Mpreg and language

Summary: 13x1, 2x5, 3x4, another Heero Mpreg, really short, should I continue?

Disclaimer: If I own Gundam Wing why didn’t anybody tell me?

13x1 – Title Needed – Suggestions?

Duo sighed softly as he woke, once again, to the sound of violent retching coming from the bathroom, he knew without turning over who the missing pilot would be, the same one it had been for the last week, the same one who it had been every day since they had moved into a safehouse with room only for the five of them to share a room with a bathroom next door. He also knew withoookiooking that the other pilots would be staring at the door, Quatre looking like he wanted to jump up and help, Trowa holding him back, Wufei was sitting on the end of their bed, Duo could feel the weight on his feet, he would be watching the door worriedly waiting and listening for any signs of the sickness stopping.

What the hell was wrong witero,ero, and since when did the perfect soldier get sick anyway?

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“…You filthy, little slut, you fucking whore! I bet you don’t even know who did it, do you? How many of them are you bending over and spreading your legs for? How many people did you beg to fuck you raw? How many…?”

Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei entered the safehouse and started at hearing the voice, they all recognised it, it was the voice that had, calmly and without regret, given an order to Heero that he knew the fifteen year old would interpret at an order to kill himself. Duo’s mind registered the words the voice was speaking and he saw red.

The figure on the screen didn’t have time to finish, a furious looking God of Death had sprung forwards, after breaking out of his shock and had unplugged the vid-phone, abruptly the figure and the voice vanished and, along with it, Heero’s composure, the perfect soldier turned deathly white and probably would have collapsed if Wufei hadn’t sprung forwards and steadied him.

“Now,” Duo said pleasantly, his voice at odds with his expression. “Would someone,” he looked pointedly at Heero, “like to tell me what the hell was that about?” Duo was still looking furious, Heero winced

TBC?

13x1 -Still Need a Title

Chapter 2

Heero winced, flinching away from him and for a second Duo felt guilty at the expression on his friend's face, then Heero pulled violently out of Wufei's arms and lurched towards the bathroom, Duo sprinted after him, after hearing a particularly violent crash as Heero collided with a table in his haste to make it to the bathroom before throwing up.

Quatre winced as he heard the, now familiar, sounds of brutal retching drifting faintly through the wall, "Wufei, call Sally," he ordered.

Still pale from the scene they had walked in on and Heero's dramatic exit from the room Wufei nodded, almost shakily, and moved towards the secured vid-phone that Duo had slammed down, a few minutes ago, upon seeing the smashed screen he sighed and pulled out a slim cell phone, dialling a number he should have called a week ago.

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Just over an hour later Sally Po pulled up outside the safehouse with a screech, thanking every god she could remember the name of, that she had at least been in the area to receive the call. According to the data given by Wufei, Heero Yuy had been violently ill every morning for at least a week and had started throwing up an hour ago, according to the latest call, less than ten minutes ago, he was showing no signs of stopping. Normally this would just have been classified as a simple bug but this was Heero Yuy. Considering it was him in this state she felt justified in abandoning any other prior commitments, sprinting into an unmarked van and driving halfway across the colony at speeds that would have put a gundam to shame.

The door opened for her and Quatre Winner's worried face came into view as he explained that the vomiting had slowed but Heero had collapsed from sheer exhaustion after trying to stand up.

"Have you any idea what it might be?" She asked, almost afraid of the answer, Quatre hesitated, he knew something or at least had a small idea, and it was plain from his face. "Quatre if you have any ideas I need to know."

"It mi it it could… I think it may be something sexually transmitted…"

"What?!" She hadn't even known Heero knew what sex was. Besides who would he be sleeping with? The other pilots had hooked up together that she knew and she couldn't see him with Relena Peacecraft…

"Just… Just something J said," Upon seeing Sally's disbelieving face he explained reluctantly, "'bet you don't even know who did it do you? How many are you bending over and spreading your legs for you little slut?'"

An expression of disgust spread across Sally's face as she recalled the doctor and the urge to crush him with a mobile suit almost overcame her until she recalled that a patient was waiting for her.

"Thank you Quatre, she nearly bumped into Wufei as she turned round towards the room Quatre was indicating and she looked at him quizzically, looking for any more information he could give her.

"He's asleep, Maxwell and Barton are with him, you can go in Sally."

She looked around him through the door and almost flinched visibly at the sight of Heero Yuy looking so vulnerable, even at the hospital, the first time she met him, he had looked more in control than he did now and that time he hadn't been surrounded by two gundam pilots who looked at her with threats clear in their eyes, 'hurt him and we'll kill you', 'fix him or else'. She wasn't sure what was wrong with the pilot of 01 but she was reverently starting to pray that the pilots believed in not shooting the messenger.

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Looking at the set of results she concluded that they couldn't possibly be correct however the second set of results she was holding said exactly the same thing, as did the third. What were the chances of three sets of results all being incorrect and all being identical? Not very high, she suspected, probably something in the region of one in a billion. Now all she had to figure out was how the hell Heero Yuy had managed to get himself knocked up. Well, if all else failed she could always ask him…

And that was how Sally Po found herself trying to explain to an uncomprehending Heero Yuy why she wanted him to go for an ultrasound scan. Finally she decided to just tell him.

"Heero according to the test results you're pregnant and I would really like to remove the possibility of this being viable before I start concentrating on anything else!"

Really, she mused, she should have delivered the news in a gentler way. Preferably one that didn't involve a fainting Heero Yuy and four gundam pilots bursting into the room a few seconds after. How the hell they knew something was wrong she had no idea, they all had too much respect for their friend to invade his privacy by eaves dropping, but she suspected it was somehow connected to the reason a swaying Quatre was being held upright by Trowa.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Duo sounded furious and normally she would have been running for cover but she had more important things to worry about.

"Quatre, do you have an estate near here?"

"Yes…but why?"

"Winner estates are usually equipped with a private hospital aren't they?"

"Yes," Quatre Winner the strategiser had come to the forefront and she could see him trying to come up with a way to transport an ill gundam pilot and five gundams to the estate without getting caught. "Yes…" he muttered again absent-mindedly as he moved out of the room pulling a cell phone out of his pocket and starting to dial a number.

Holding up a hand to forestall any questions she tried to placate the murderous expressions on the faces of the other three, she wasn't suicidal after all. "I can't say anything you know that, I can say that I don't believe it's life threatening but I can't make any promises however I do know that if you kill me, gentlemen, then there will be no one to take care of Heero or no one with sufficient medical training anyway. At least not in midwifery," she muttered the last sentence under her breath.

"Sally..." she had never seen Duo look so lost before, "was Quatre right?"

"He might have been," she admitted grudgingly. Sexually transmitted indeed, if the data was right, then it was a pregnancy, she forced back a bitter laugh, now she just had to figure out how the hell Heero got himself into these messes, preferably without getting shot first.

TBC

Chapter 3

Heero didn't say anything when he awoke, just looked at Sally, almost pleadingly, begging her to tell him that what she'd just said wasn't true, was impossible, that it was all a mistake. She couldn't give him any such reassurance though.

"Heero…" the voice was soft and gentle, not the sort of voice one usually uses with Heero 'perfect soldier' Yuy but he looked so alone, especially without his friends there, he looked so helpless lying there that she couldn't help it. "Heero, maybe it's time to call your lover... If this is right, and I can't see any reason besides the obvious to doubt it, he'll probably want to know, to be here…"

She trailed off in astonishment at the look of pure pain that was quickly being removed from her patient's face. The break in his voice told her that he was far from regaining his composure though.

"I… I don't know where he is right now, I haven't seen him in a few w and and even if I knew where he was… even if I did know, it wouldn't make a difference. I couldn't call him, he can't know, they can't know… they would kill me.

Towards the end she got the feeling that he's forgotten about her presence in the room and she was forced to remind herself that this was a soldier who had self-destructed rather than be captured, death before surrender, what had happened to him?

She didn't believe however that there was much that could damage the relationship and understanding that the five pilots had, it couldn't be that bad… could it?

"Maybe you should try calling him… talking to them…" She whispered softly, reaching over hesitantly. Almost stopping as she saw him try to cover a flinch as she rested a tentative hand on his shoulder. When nothing happened he relaxed slightly and turned back to the window beside the bed.
'I miss you…' He whispered silently. 'I miss you so much Treize, come back, don't leave me… please.'

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'How can he think that we'll kill him? How can he think that?" The tone of Duo Maxwell's thoughts was one of complete disbelief. He hadn't been listening in, more walking past and happening to overhear and he knew that the words weren't meant for his ears but still… Whatever Heero had done couldn't possibly be that bad.

He knew where Heero was coming from though and, once again, he cursed J to the depths of hell and back for making his best friend believe so totally that that he wasn't worthy of others affection and thven ven the slightest mistake was grounds for abandonment or even execution.

'Heero…' He promised feverently, 'If you managed to find someone who you trust enough to care about and who understands you enough for you to love them then I don't care who they are, what they look like or what side they're on.'

Granted the chances of Heero finding someone on 'their side' to fall for ware pretty obsolete as 'their side' consisted of the pilots, Sally, the Maguanacs and (on occasion) Relena Peacecraft.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed as a thought struck him. Heero wouldn't have been stupid enough to fall for someone who was just interested in a one night stand or sex would he. Of course not, that idea was dismissed as quickly as it had arrived, Heero was smart enough to realise that that could seriously endanger the war but that meant…

His eyes brightened with the anticipation of not one but two missionscompcomplete; Mission 1 – make Heero understand that we are not going to abandon him and Mission 2 – find out who he's seeing.

He highly doubted that, no matter how missing Heero's lover was, there were very few people that they couldn't find if the five of them were all looking together. He had to find out who he was looking for though.

Plan in mind, 'Determined Duo' came to the forefront and he practically bounced off to find the others.

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Treize Khushrenada didn't turn away from the cell window as he heard his uncle enter, he knew who it was after all and sure enough a few minutes later his uncle's nasal voice rang round the room.

"Have you come to your senses yet Treize?" The question and the voice that accompanied it gave him a clear insight into what he had come close to becoming, he shuddered. Once again thanking his unlikely saviour for showing him what he was actually doing.

"I'm sorry but I cannot condone the use of mobile dolls as replacement soldiers. The deaths are what are remembered in a war and to remove them form the equation will only serve to make the battle cheap and meaningless.

"Very well, I'm sorry it came to this Treize but you leave me with no choice. I'm not going to threaten you Treize, I know you, you won't respond to threats, so I'm going to leave you here wondering what I'm going to do because when it happens you'll have no warning."

Treize forced himself to watch his uncle silently, he knew that Dermail was still hoping that he would come to his senses and that he wasn't going to be beaten until it was decided that there was no other option, the Duke couldn't put a broken, beaten body in front of Romefellar. Until then the mental torture of anticipation was going to be his only companion when he was left in the dark again with only a blackened cell window to stare at.

"Oh before I forget," Treize looked at his uncle again, "You wouldn't happen to know where that traitor Marquise is would you?"

Years of schooling was the only thing that kept Treize's surprise and delight from showing, Zechs was alright, or according to Dermail he was anyway, it was the only thing he had to hold onto after all, now he could only hope for the same for Lady Une.

"I didn't think so, it truly must grate Treize that he ran like the coward he is and left you here to rot."

Dermail smirked at his nephew, who was watching him with an expressionless face, then he turned and left the cell, Treize would crack soon, he was only human after all.

End Chapter 3

Chapter Four

Out of habit and, what Lucrezia had always laughingly called, paranoia, Zechs Marquise feigned sleep for a few minutes more after waking. Sensing nothing too wrong and hearing the reassuring hum of engines in the background he concluded that if he was going to be killed he would probably would have been already and if he was going to be tortured for information he probably wouldn’t have woken in a comfortable bed.

Forcing his tired, aching muscles to respond he swung his feet over the side and stepped off the bed. Wincing at the light that hurt his eyes as he opened the door he set off towards the muffled sound of voices.

He frowned as he approached the closed door from which the voices were being emitted, he was positive he recognised one of them… Of course, it hit him, Duo Maxwell, the bane of OZ, the executionee that wasn’t and, more importantly, a close colleague of Heero Yuy.

He knocked politely on the door, despite the urge to rush in, and, almost instantly, heard the ‘enter’ that floated through the thin glass pane.

His brow creased in thought as he looked at the man who was now watching him with a fixed, neutral, expression on his face, hadn’t he once been associated with the five scientists?

“Yes?” The man probed when it became clear that he wasn’t going to speak on his own.

“Oh… Of course… I was wondering if I could speak with Duo Maxwell please.”

To his credit the man’s face, Howard’s his brain finally supplied him, didn’t twitch. “Who?”

“I know you were on the vid phone to him a minute ago, I need to talk to him, I have some very important information for him… We actually I need to talk to Heero Yuy but I don’t know how to get in contact with him.

He heard a sigh and then, “open the phone Howard, I might as well hear this, it’s not like he can trace the call is it?”

Duo Maxwell didn’t choke, didn’t blink and didn’t show any surprise as the screen was lifted, maybe he hadn’t been the only one recognising voices. He couldn’t say that the gundam pilot looked very pleased to see him though then again maybe that was only to be expected…

“Well, well, if it isn’t the OZ traitor, if you think that just because you’ve seen the light that…”

“No!” He interjected quickly, effectively cutting off the talkative pilot. “I need to get a message to Heero Yuy, can you help me?”

“Depends don’t it? What’s the message? I mean, if it’s something along the lines of ‘die sonofabitch die’ or ‘I’ll be back’ or…”

“I need you to tell him that I know where He is and I need his help getting him out.”
From the look on the young man’s face he could practically see the young man putting two and two together.

“Howie can you give us five please?”

Without a word but with a worried glance to the pilot on the screen and a warning glare to him the man left the room.

“You know who his lover is.” It wasn’t a question but Zechs nodded anyway. “Gonna tell me who it is and what you meant about needing his help?” Zechs’ expression said it all, “yeah, thought not. What if I said that I honestly didn’t care who it is, I just wanna help whoever my buddy’s fallen so hard for.” Zechs hesitated, “aw come on, I run and hide but I never tell a lie remember?”

“I know and I honestly believe that you think you won’t care but…”

“Ok, ok I get it, it really is that bad. Hey,” Duo looked hurt, “Why’s he tell you and not me? You walk in on them or something?”

A deep flush rose on his cheeks as he recalled the scene he unintentionally walked in on. “Yeah something like that.”

“Tell ya what Zechsy, you seem trustworthy enough if you forget the whole trying to kill us thing but considering that you gotta sense of honour as big as Wufei’s I’m gonna temporarily rule out this being some kind of trap and I’m gonna go out on a limb with this.” His face turned so serious Zechs blinked just to make sure that it was still the same person on the screen. “If you honestly know who it is who makes Heero smile then… well, maybe I wont kill ya, you’ll have to go through a lie detector first though…”

“But this is a vid-phone… it won’t work through a vid-phone.”

“Trust me this one’ll work, this one’s got blonde hair, blue eyes and an uncanny knack for being able to tall when someone’s lying to him, in case you need another clue by the way it answers to Quatre Winner.”

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Thirty minutes, a quick truth test, a vow of secrecy from Quatre and several well timed puppy dog eyes later an unwilling Zechs Marquise was telling 02 and 04 who it was who Heero had been sleeping with.

“Treize Khushrenada?!” Duo’s voice was getting louder and more high pitched by the second. “Heero’s fucking Treize Khushrenada! That’s the story you come up with, you expect me to believe that?! You said his lover was being held captive by OZ!!! In case you’ve forgotten Treize controls OZ. Since when does the head of OZ get held captive by his own soldiers?”

“In case you’ve forgotten OZ changed leaders last month and Treize hasn’t been seen since.”

“They said he was taking a holiday, for medical reasons, that…”

“And you believed them?! I’ve known Treize for as long as I can remember and I’ve never seen him with anything more serious than a cold, barring the bullet wounds of course. He’s probably almost as fit as you are.”

“So you’re trying to tell us what?”

“Treize is being held captive by Duke Dermail for refusing to use the mobile dolls in place of soldiers. He’s in prison in Luxembourg and as of yesterday is healthy, Dermatilltill thinks he might change his mind and come back to the fold so he can’t do anything too drastic, that would not be good publicity. Heero’s been sleeping with him and I would really, really like his help in Getting Treize out of there before…”

“No.”

Zechs stopped, losing his place and his steam as Duo interrupted him. “No? No what?”

“Heero’s not gonna help, he’s not in a state suitable for him to be taking on missions right now.” He hesitated, clearly wondering how much to say but upon seeing the concerned look on Zechs’ face he reassured the man as much as he could. “It’s not serious, at least I hope it isn’t, there’s a doctor here and he’ll be fine in a couple of days but he is not going on a kamikaze rescue mission with the enemy.” The concerned look hadn’t abated and he found himself wondering how the hell Heero did it, the perfect soldier had to be the most wanted person in the solar system right now and he still had two of the top OZ brass wrapped round his little finger.

“Duo…” The level-headed blonde pilot broke into the conversation for the first time. “He’s telling the truth and I think we should help.”

It wasn’t the first time Duo had looked at his friend with incredulous eyes and it wouldn’t be the last, Duo found himself wondering if the blonde did those sort of things to purposely shock him. “You honestly think…”

Quatre swept on, ignoring his friend completely, “how long have they been together anyway?”

“I think about three months.”

Quatre’s eyes lit with understanding, “so that’s why” he murmured softly before turning back to his friend. “Something interesting happened when you were on a mission with Heero three months ago didn’t it?”

“Yeah…” the reluctant answer came. “Yeah, I told a joke and he laughed, scared the crap outta me I can tell ya, it wasn’t the only time it happened either.”

“And what happened three weeks ago, just after it was announced that Treize was taking a break from the career of world dictator?”

“Heero stopped smiling.” Duo sighed, he knew when he was beaten. “We’ll go together Zechsy, without telling Heero and no you aren’t coming Q-Ball, you got enough to do and Trowa would kill me when you got back anyway. You’re on Peacemillion right? With Howard,” he explained upon seeing the look of confusion on the older blondes face. “Get your suit fixed up and I’ll see you tomorrow in the hanger ‘round 10? Look, Zechs…”

Whatever Duo was going to say was interrupted by a shrill ringing sound. “About time,” Quatre muttered softly as he pulled a slim cell phone out of his pocket and began to speak into the receiver, chattering away in Arabic.

Duo turned back to Zechs, “see ya tomorrow then, tell Howie I’ll have a chin wag with him later. Chow,” he waved cheekily at the screen at a bemused Zechs Marquise and terminated the connection.

End Chapter Four

Chapter 5

The first indication that Treize Khushrenada had that something was wrong was the frantic footsteps running and the frenzied shouts of the guards, though what they were saying he couldn't make out, the second sign was the roof of his cell being torn off by the giant hand that was attached to the Gundam Deathscythe. His first though was that he would be able to see Heero, his second was reality kicking in and reminding him that the pilot of 02 probably wasn't feeling too kindly toward him right now.

'At least now I can die by the hand of a worth opponent,' he thought, with surprising clarity considering the situation he found himself in, 'I just hope he lets me live long enough to get a message to Heero.' He didn't see the stray falling rock that smashed down onto his temple as the roof stones fell and crumbled and he didn't register the surprisingly gentle, metal hand that caught him as he fell.

He also missed the hissed exclamation of Duo Maxwell as the young pilot realised that he'd just cracked an, otherwise uninjured, former OZ leader on the head. The fact that said former OZ leader was also the Perfect Soldier's lover did not make the situation any better.

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"Shit…" The braided pilot muttered miserably, "Hee-chan's really gonna kill me for this."

"You find him?" The question came out of the comm. system and he jumped, almost having forgotten that the ex-Specials officer was there. The concern in the voice surprised the American until he remembered that this was Treize Khushrenada's best friend.

"Yeah I found him, he's unconscious but looks to be uninjured apart from a head wound. I'm getting him out, blow the base and destroy all evidence but leave a carrier shuttle and a launch station."

"You're planning to launch from here?!"

"Well how did you think we were getting out? It doesn't matter if they trace us cos I'll employ Scythe's radarjammers, if I work 'em just right they'll include the carrier too, they'll lose the heat trace in space anyway so…"

"Roger that." With that the comm. system blinked out.

Violet eyes then turned to the ex-general, "he's really that important to you Treize? You can't tell me that six months ago if someone had handed you an easier way to win the war you wouldn't have taken it and that's exactly what the mobile dolls were. Now though you also knew that if you did take it Heero would never forgive you, you gave up your dreams for him, a child terrorist without even a real name. Guess love can make you do strange things huh?

With that he covered the body protectively with the other hand of his gundam, no sense in getting him out in one piece then letting him get torn to shreds by flying shrapnel. When he deemed himself a safe distance from the base he settled back to watch the fireworks.

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When Treize awoke the first thing he was aware of was the pain that was being emitted from his head, the second was warmth, for the first time in a week he actually felt warm.

Careful, calloused hands were gently cleaning his face, none of his or his uncle's soldiers had hands that small… "H'ro?" He mumbled hoarsely. He realised his mistake as the hands were jerked away sharply and a startled gasp was heard from above him, he forced his eyes open, almost dreading to find out just how large the mistake he'd just made was.

The shocked violet eyes of the Deathscythe pilot came into view fuzzily and realised in horror what he'd just done. God, Heero! He'd just signed his lover's death warrant. Absently he noticed that the red, sticky liquid he could see dripping down the teenagers fingers was blood, more specifically his own.

The shocked expression vanished though, replaced by a, more characteristic, cocky grin, "looks like Zechsy boy was telling the truth after all, who'da thought it? Treize Khushrenada and Heero Yuy."

The panic on Treize's face must have shown through though as the eyes watching him smiled in mirth and he was quickly reassured by one of the most unlikely people. "Don't worry I'm not gonna kill ya and your lover boy's okay as well."

Treize blinked, slightly reassured but now even more confused than he had been before. Why couldn't his life be normal? It saometomething when the theme tune from that pre-colony science fiction show that Zechs liked to watch wouldn't seem out of place in his life, what was it called again? The Twilight Zone? Duo was still talking though and he forced himself to focus.

"Zechs got out fine and is in fact piloting this fine machine. I happen to know, however, that he hasn't slept in around twenty four hours, so I'm not entirely sure that letting him pilot this shuttle was the best decision I've ever made… As for Lady Une, well…" He shrugged, "we're looking, or Q is anyway, but there's nothing you can do from here so I suggest you try and get some sleep, I don't think you have a concussion and I flatter myself to think that I would be able to recognise one by now but I'm gonnae yoe you in an hour anyway so enjoy it while you can 'kay?"

Treize didn't answer, he felt surprisingly exhausted considering how little he was actually hurt but what part of this situation was actually normal anyway. It was all going to be alright though, the pilots knew, he wasn't dead, more importantly Heero wasn't dead, Zechs wasn't dead, Quatre Winner's people were searching for his Lady, everything was going to be alright.

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"Gotta admit." Duo's voice surprised the weary blonde at the controls, "didn't really believe ya but the facts don't lie and apparently neither do you."

"Treize woke up?"

"Yeah, called me 'Heero' too, kinda sweet really, he looked panic-stricken when he realised he'd got the wrong gundam pilot."

"How is he?"

"He'll be fine, just a bump on the head, I've cleaned it, doesn't look too bad, no concussion as far as I can tell but I'm gonna wake him in an hour anyway and talking of sleep, when was the last time you had any?"

"I slept a lot last week."

"Zechs you were unconscious a lot last week, that doesn't count, bed now, I'll take over."
Too tired to protest Zechs threw a polite 'goodnight' over his shoulder at the American and stumbled into the back of the shuttle.

Duo sank into the controls of the carrier and, as the true bizarreness of the situation struck him, he found himself fighting a snigger, how the tables had turned, if someone had suggested to him just two days ago that he was going to end up on a shuttle with Zechs Marquise and Treize Khushrenada themselves after rescuing the latter from an OZ prison he would likely have shot them… Correction, he would have insulted them and then shot them.

His thoughts drifting away from such musings he began to consider the most pressing problem at present, how to stop his beautiful yet hot-tempered Chinese lover from killing him…

End Chapter 5