Healing Duo

Trowa and Heero had moved from Heero’s room to the floor in Trowa and Quatre’s luxurious bedroom, pictures spread all around them and displayed on Heero‘s laptop, a bottle of vodka and two glasses situated between them. The youths can barely contain laughter with one particular picture of one Wufei Chang. The boy was covered from head to foot in shaving cream and feathers, except for his hand which was situated in a bowl of warm water, the ebony haired boy sleeping unaware of the boy busy at work. Even though Wufei was a damn good gundam pilot and could sense almost anything happening around him even in sleep, Duo had been a thief far longer and moved like a shadow in the dark. It was one of the many reasons during the war Heero grit his teeth and admired the demon creature that was Duo Maxwell, if only in the depths of his mind. That deep held admiration had grown into a kind of like, then friendship and eventual love.
“ Oh---my god! I forgot---hahaha---that Duo did that!” Trowa gasps after falling onto his side against the plush cream carpet Quatre had insisted upon buying. Now Trowa feels that decision is the best one ever. Heero, still upright but clutching at his side in pain, has yet to have the pleasure of meeting the lovely upholstery.
“ You should have been there---when he woke up!” Heero’s laugh is deep and mellow while Trowa’s reverberates off the thick walls of Quatre’s room.
“ Trowa, I think I should stop drinking---there’s ringing in my ears!” Trowa thinks this is absolutely hilarious and goes into a fresh bought of chuckles. But then the ringing reaches his ears too.
“ I…ha---hehehe---think it’s the phone!” Stumbling to his feet, falling twice, the tall boy finally reaches the table holding the phone before collapsing on the couch clicking the vid/voice button. “ Ah yes, one inebriated gundam pilot at your service!” At this Heero falls silent, only because the laughter is caught in his throat as he tries to breathe at the same time.
“ Trowa are you drunk?!” Quatre’s voice shrills from the vid-phone. Trowa’s eyes blaze with unfathomable love, even as said love glares at the long banged boy, his eyes blazing with anger.
“ Oh my little angel! I miss you so much! You better come home soon, I’m horny and Heero’s starting to look pretty good!” The blond has the decency to blush, his eyes loosing their furious edge. Heero’s laughter finally pushes past his esophagus causing Quatre’s eyes to go comically wide. Was that Heero laughing? He must be really drunk! The last time the Japanese man had been so inebriated was at the last party, or so he’d heard the next day.
“ Well if that’s the way it’s going to be then perhaps I’ll just be staying here with Duo for a while.” At this both the pilots sober considerably. Heero picks himself off the floor and plops down next to his green-eyed friend. Completely ignoring the fact that Quatre is suppose to be with Relena, Heero shoots questions off at rapid fire.
“ Duo? You’ve found him? Where is he Quatre, is he alright? Are you both coming back? How soon are you going to be here? Is he there? Oh god, can he hear me? Where are…” But the last question is finally cut off by Trowa’s strong hand. He gives Heero a pointed look and turns back to his lover, letting him answer Heero’s questions. Quatre takes a deep breath. He can’t tell them everything; not all of it is his to tell.
“ He’s been living on L2 with Hilde and he’s healthy.” That isn’t really a lie… “ No he cannot hear you, he’s packing right now…”
“ He’s coming here?” Heero’s voice interrupts, cracking on the last word. Quatre coughs to cover the laughter at the almost fear in Heero’s voice. Trowa is trying no such thing. He falls against his almost-blushing companion, his giggles trailing off after a few moments.
“ Yes, we are leaving tonight, taking a more leisurely flight to earth,” Quatre’s flight had been breakneck speed and more than once he’d prayed to Allah. “ and be arriving early tomorrow. Trowa please have the guest bedroom across from mine prepared and if you could find a cot…”
“ Who else will be coming little one?” Trowa inquires. ‘ Oh please not a lover…please…’ He silently begs, feeling Heero tense up.
“ Hilde is accompanying Duo for personal reasons, no they are not involved, but I cannot say more.” Trowa heaves a sigh of relief, but Heero’s tenseness remains. “ We will see you both tomorrow. Heero, you better get what you’re going to say straight before you say it, Duo doesn’t need any more shit right now, okay?” Trowa turns to Heero and watches him blink his eyes hard.
“ I’ll be sure to inform Rashid of the change in sleeping accommodations.” Quatre nods his head once and signs off. Trowa isn’t disconcerted with the quick retreat form his lover, in fact he quite expected it from the agitated state Quatre had tried to keep hidden. He isn’t sure what to think, nothing said indicated that Heero didn’t have a chance, but he hadn’t been exactly encouraging either. The green eyed boy turns to look at his friend. Heero is sitting, gazing at the blank screen, looking past it into a picture only he could see.
“ He wasn’t really helpful, was he?” Trowa ventures.
“ No.” Is Heero’s only reply. They remain silent for some time, each in their own thoughts.
“ At least he’s coming.” And to Trowa’s shock a shy grin breaks out from Heero’s stony face.
“ Yes---he is.,” And with that Trowa stands, nodding his head at Heero and makes his way to the door. As he puts his hand on the cool metal of the knob he turns back to find his friend seated in front of his laptop, gazing in blank wonder at the picture of his lost---everything.
“ Soon Duo, soon you’ll know how I feel. Everything I could never say I’ll say this once and maybe---maybe….”