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'Til Death us do part	By : ClareSelley Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Crossovers Views: 896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Highlander, and I make no money off this.

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AN: I'm now uploading this to AFF - it's rather long (so far it's 130k) and I'm rewriting as I go... So there's some edits in earlier chapters... :) Might try and space out the updates, especially once I hit the snarly evil bits that I wrote and are now plotholes... :/ Also looking for a beta for this!

The shuttleport was chaotic with the afternoon's travellers when Duo's taxi pulled up by the entrance. Paying the driver, and wincing at the cost, he resolved to get a driver's license as soon as possible. Sadly ESUN didn't accept Gundam piloting skills as proof that he could drive a car, and while he was quite capable of driving anything from a plane to a truck big enough to fit 'Scythe in, he was meant to be working within the law now and that meant getting a license.

Muttering to himself, he didn't even bother glancing at the arrival's board, Quatre had told him that the Winner shuttle would arrive on the landing strip reserved for private shuttles, and it didn't take long for him to find the entrance, although the security promptly held him up for a good ten minutes while they established his credentials. Apparently black jeans, a casual black jacket and a red polo neck wasn't usual attire for the area.

He’d been waiting for less than five minutes when the blonde figure of his friend came through the gate with a pair of bodyguards wearing the Preventer uniform beside him. He could tell the moment the Sandrock pilot saw him, as the other man started running towards him, and he felt sorry for the bodyguards following their normally calm and professional charge in surprise.

"Duo!" Quatre's smile was as bright as always as he reached him and Duo allowed the smaller man to hug him with a roll of his eyes. "How are you?"

Pulling away from the blonde, he fished his ID card out to wave at the obviously paranoid bodyguards before looking over his friend critically. It appeared that taking on the day-to-day running of the Winner corporation hadn't done Quatre any harm at all, the ex-pilot dressed in casual slacks, a powder blue shirt, open at the neck, that matched his eyes, and a perfectly fitted light tan jacket that matched the trousers. Damn, he looks good, Duo couldn't help thinking as he smiled back, "I'm fine, Q, missed your cheery personality 'round here. You'd not believe the guy I've got as a babysitter, gorgeous, but a total mystery. Business graduate, good enough in martial arts to go toe-to-toe with 'Fei, collects antiques and an obsession with the Scottish Clans on that colony of yours. You'll meet him tonight at the party." He shrugged, "Heero, Tro and 'Fei are the same as always."

"Some things never change, do they? I've booked a car, but you haven't sent me your address yet or I'd not have troubled you with coming out here."

"It's no problem, needed to do some tidying before everyone arrived anyway, so I took the afternoon off." Duo sighed, knowing the other pilot was well aware of how much he adored tidying. It had taken all bloody morning to tidy the boxes into some semblance of order, and he'd finally resorted to shoving a bunch of it under the bed and into the wardrobe just before he'd headed out to the 'port.

They made their way out of the shuttle port with one of the bodyguards pulling the millionaire's slim case. Both of them, Duo was pleased to note, were scanning the crowds for any hint of danger. All of them were well aware that it was Quatre's status as an ex-Gundam pilot that earned him bodyguards from Preventer, rather than his position as the CEO of Winner Corporation, but in both roles his friend needed them. Many unscrupulous business rivals saw the sweet innocent-looking man as an easy target, and it wasn't common knowledge that the Arabian was just as able to take care of himself as any of the pilots - that innocence was a weapon that was too useful in the boardroom to discard.

Quatre's eyes sparkled in the sunlight as they made their way out of the shuttle port, "It's good to be on Earth again. Nowadays I don't get to make many trips here as people come to me, they don't expect the CEO of Winner Corporation to travel to them." There was no arrogance in his voice, just calm resignation, "I was planning on visiting for a holiday soon, but I couldn't find time in my schedule. I couldn't resist taking a few days off for this though. The managers deserve the time to show me they're capable without me peering over their shoulders."

"Q, you’re too short to peer over anyone's shoulders," Duo laughed as a black limousine pulled up in front of them, one of the bodyguards stepping in front to check both the car and the driver who came round to open the door before allowing the pair of pilots to slide into the plush luxury inside. Whistling, the braided man gazed around the leather seats and huge TV that took up an entire side of the vehicle. "You sure don't do things by half."

Quatre shrugged, taking his jacket off and stretching, "If I did anything else, people would be surprised. It's expected from me. I don't have to like it, but it's not the worst mode of transport."

Putting his feet up on the leather seats which earned him a glance from the bodyguard who'd taken up a seat in the back with them, he gave the address to the driver, and took a long appraising look at the blonde. The guy had matured in the year since they'd last met. Oh, not in the eyes, Q had seen and done just as much as the rest of them and the blue eyes still held shadows from the war, but his face was more sculptured and had thinned down, the baby-fat that had lingered into his teens all but disappeared. The blonde fringe still flopped over his eyes but his hair was obviously cut in that style now, rather than grown and he'd been obviously relaxed in the formal clothing.

Feeling entirely under dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt, Duo sighed, brushing his hand through his own bangs. "Please tell me you brought something other than suits with you? It's a house warming party, not a fricking formal ball, Q."

"Don't worry, I've got some other clothes with me. I came straight from a meeting and didn't have time to get changed," the blonde pilot explained with a smile, "I was hoping to stay for a few days, it's been too long since I've seen everyone."

"You mean seen Trowa, right?" Duo teased, watching the faint blush begin to crawl up the pale skin. "Don't worry, Q, Tro still hasn't got a clue how you feel, honestly, you should just tell the guy," Especially if Tro really is interested in guys...

"You've talked to him?" Quatre replied, turning to look out the window, the blush burning his cheeks, "About me?"

"No, not about you, we were just chatting about stuff and," he paused, maybe mentioning Tro was already interested in someone wasn't the best idea in case it wasn't their mutual friend he was interested in, "and, my partner's hot as hell, you'll meet him tonight." he finished lamely.

The blue eyes turning on him said more than words that the blonde didn't believe him for a moment, at least about what they'd been talking about. "So, hot and mysterious? Interesting."

"Yeah, I know. You know much 'bout the Scottish Clans on L4 then? He's from there."

The other pilot looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding, "Ah, yes, the Scottish colony Y-03251, I've visited it a few times, they have excellent hospitality. It's unusual for a small ethnic group to have an entire colony, but one of the MacLeod ancestors sponsored it anonymously."

"Wonder if Mac'll know who it was, he's a one of their descendants, " Duo said, leaning back with a grin, "You'll have to talk to him, he's a little intimidated that the great Mr. Winner is comin' to li'l old me's house warming." He allowed his own drawl to deepen at Quatre's renewed blush.

"So, tell me what it's like, working for the Preventers?"

The braided pilot blinked at the wistful tone. The guy was a multi-millionaire several times over and he wanted to risk his neck on bloody missions? Well, OK, he risked his own skinny neck on those missions, but he didn't have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, like Q. The Winner Corporation was running more smoothly than it had been in years, even more so than when the blonde’s father had been at the helm, and while the ex-pilot might complain about the meetings, statistics and endless organisation required, his communications to L2 had always been full of enthusiasm and enjoyment for tasks that the Duo himself would find mind-numbingly boring. How the hell Q could even think that working for Une was better than the sheer luxury life he led, he had no clue.

Except, his friend had also been a Gundam pilot, maybe the business world that he now commanded, that pretty much revolved around him, didn't provide quite the excitement that the physical battlefield had. He knew he'd never be happy living in a boardroom, regardless of the lifestyle that came with it.

"It's OK, Duo," Quatre's voice was quiet, interrupting his musing as he realised that his thoughts had been visible across his face. "You know I was never fond of the fighting, I just wanted peace for the colonies. Running Winner Corporation is what I was born to do, and I enjoy it, I really do."

"But?"

Blue eyes turned to gaze out the window, a sad smile touching his lips. "The freedom. I miss the freedom. Being able to go anywhere, on Earth, in space, do anything, just me and Sandrock. At least until a mission came in."

"I know, buddy. I know."

Nothing else needed to be said.

Minutes later the limousine arrived outside the flat, and as the driver held the door for first the bodyguard, then the pilots, Duo noticed curious, then surprised faces peering from the restaurant window. Aw, hell, he'd forgotten that while he wasn't on the front page of the business papers every other day, the blonde didn't have that luxury. He guessed it'd be, oh, half a day maximum, before the guy who lived above De Smet's was known to be friends with the one and only Quatre Raberba Winner.

Opening the door and disabling the security system, he sighed as a bodyguard pushed past him to head up the stairs ahead of him. "Look, Q, I hate to say it, but can you get rid of the pitbulls for a while? You're gonna be around four Preventer agents and if I, and the others, can't protect someone who's perfectly capable of looking after himself in a pinch, then we should all hand in our resignations."

"I'll see what I can do." The Sandrock pilot smiled and flipped open a phone from a pocket, pressing a few keys quickly. "Hello Sittar, this is Quatre, is Une available please?" A long pause, then, "Good afternoon, Lady Une... Yes, it's a pleasure to speak to you too... No, there's no problem... No, everything's fine. I'm calling from Duo's new house, he's having a house warming party tonight, and I was planning on staying on Earth for a few days. Would it be possible to switch my bodyguard duties to Duo and one of the other pilots for a few days?... No, I'm sure he wouldn't mind coming with me to the hotel, or me sleeping here... Yes, of course." He passed the telephone to the bodyguard who had remained downstairs and smiled at Duo, "Shall we head upstairs while she considers my request?"

Leading his friend up the stairs, Duo waited for the bodyguard to gesture that it was fine for the Winner CEO to enter before they made their way into the small lounge. Pausing to let the other pilot go in first, he felt almost embarrassed at the tiny room, compared to the mansions that the Winner Corporation owned.

"It's lovely, Duo!"

The exclamation shocked the braided man out of his self-depreciation and he blinked violet eyes at his friend in surprise, looking round the room and trying to see what the other man saw.

"You said you had some antique furniture too?" Quatre continued, glancing to the gap in the wall leading towards the bedroom. "Would you mind if I had a look?"

"Sure, go have a look, pal," Duo replied, seeing the bodyguard come up the stairs and hold the phone out to him. "Hey, Une."

"It's Commander, Duo." came the long-suffering response, "I suppose Mr. Winner's request has something to do with you?"

"Well, it does seem a li'l pointless that he's gonna be surrounded by Preventer agents all night and the flat's small enough as it is with two hulking brutes in it watching every move the poor guy makes."

He could hear Une's breathing, knowing she was thinking it over, "Who will be at this little party of yours?"

"Me, Tro, Q, Heero, 'Fei and Mac, er, Duncan," he answered casually, grinning at the woman's sigh.

"Fine. Agent River says the flat is secure enough, and I trust that you have checked the security?"

"Yeah, it needs a bit of an upgrade, but that's only 'cause it's not up to my standard. If Q stays here, I'll have a look at it before I head to bed, or I expect he'll have booked a hotel somewhere."

"Then I'll place you and Agent Cloud on bodyguard duty until Mr Winner leaves. I'll inform Cloud and he will head to your house as soon as he's available. If you could pass the telephone back to Agent River, I'll let him know the changes - however both he and Steel will be remaining there until Cloud arrives."

"Thanks, Commander. Night out." He passed the phone back to the other agent with a thumbs-up at his friend as the blonde looked around the partition curiously. "Looks like you'll have me and Mac babysitting you for a few days. Hope you don't have a problem with that? Sorry it's not one of the other pilots, but given Mac's my partner..."

The Sandrock pilot shook his head in amusement, "No problem at all. Even if it does mean you won't be able to drink tonight if you're on duty."

"Aw, shit." He'd forgotten about that little fact, dammit, he'd really been looking forward to a small drink. While he didn't drink much, the loss of control combined with the blinding headaches afterwards when he'd tried it in his youth had dissuaded him from alcohol, he occasionally let himself indulge, and if his own party, surrounded by friends, wasn't an time he could let himself go a little, when was? As long as Une didn’t find out, anyway. Walking into the bedroom to join Quatre who was stroking the antique chest of drawers, he grinned suddenly, "But if you don't tell her, she won't know."

"Duo..." The blue eyes narrowed, before the other pilot shook his head, smiling "I've missed you."

"Missed you too, Q. Now, I was thinking pizza tonight - what d'ya like?"

"Pizza?"

Duo nodded enthusiastically at his friend's surprise, his braid bobbing over his shoulder, "Yeah, why not? Your refined palate can't cope with it?"

"No, no, it's fine, it's just so... you." the blonde replied, his voice amused. "Have you got a menu, or are we just making it up as we go along?"

"Um, I haven't had a chance to look over a menu, yet. I was gonna pick one online." What with all the cleaning and moving boxes, he'd kind of forgotten actually, relying on the usual Maxwell luck where everything, hopefully, worked out in the end.

With a familiar sigh, Quatre moved back to the lounge and picked up a slender briefcase he'd left by the door. Opening it revealed a state of the art laptop which the Arabian pilot nestled in his lap as he sat down in one of the armchairs. "I'll find a restaurant - that you can afford - and put the order in. You go and sort the security system out before Heero gets here, I expect Une will have asked him to double check it."

"Just remember I'm on a basic agent's salary, 'kay, Q? This place ain't cheap either." Duo warned his friend, although he knew full well that the Winner CEO would order beyond the budget and then lie through his innocent little teeth about the cost. And he'd let him get away with it too.

Grabbing his own laptop, he moved to the door, ignoring the agent that he assumed was River, and plugged it into the security system, typing in the passcodes he'd set the night he'd moved in to replace the estates agent's ones. It was no trouble at all for the Deathscythe pilot to bring up the code and he made a note for one of his first changes to be to make it harder to get to the code in the first place.

They worked in silence for a while, the only sound the bodyguards moving around the flat, eventually one taking up residence by the window, the other by the door. Occasionally Quatre's soft voice asked for opinions on various pizza toppings, until even the patient blonde became fed up with Duo's constant replies to just do whatever he wanted and placed the order before joining the other pilot at the security console to offer and discuss ideas.

When the security console beeped, the braided man almost jumped before remembering that his partner was on his way. Breaking out of the code and checking the view screen, he confirmed that it was Mac and unlocked the door before looking up at River. "It's Mac, Agent Cloud," he clarified for the other agent, "he's fine. Let him up."

The bodyguard looked at the Winner CEO who was scrambling to his feet, waiting for his nod, much to Duo's irritation, before opening the upper door to permit Mac. Oh, I don't count do I? He knew his violet eyes were flashing with anger, but when they met apologetic blue, he pushed his frustration at the other agent down. If it had been him guarding a VIP, he'd probably, actually make that definitely, have wanted his charge's permission, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He forced a smile, saving the code for Heero to check over and standing to introduce his two guests as he gestured the older man into the lounge area. "Hey, Mac, glad you could make it. Mac, this is Quatre Raberba Winner. Quat, this is Duncan, or Agent Cloud."

"Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod," Duncan interrupted, realising his partner was avoiding fumbling his name, and gave a formal half bow, although his eyes were smiling.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. MacLeod," Quatre's soft voice was formal but friendly, his bright eyes welcoming and open as he held out a hand to the tall Scot. "Duo's told me a little about you, but I look forward to talking to you."

Taking the pale and slender hand, Duncan looked over the younger man, unable to hide his surprise at the sheer youth of the petite man - even though intellectually he’d known that Winner was roughly the same age as Duo. This was the feared CEO of the biggest company in the Earth Sphere? There'd been an entire module on the Winner Corporation during his business degree, and, while it had been the father of the young boy in front of him in charge of the business at the time, everything he'd heard had the company doing even better with that same young boy in charge.

Then he saw it, the same darkness in the blue eyes that lurked behind in his partner's eyes, the shadow gained from seeing and causing death. It was easy to forget, looking at the innocent looking child, that he had been known as a master tactician in the war, fighting alongside Duo and the other pilots who had joined Preventer. And war tactical knowledge was something that translated well to the battles in business.

The small smile told him that the ex-pilot knew precisely what he was thinking, and had been analysing him at the same time. He couldn't help returning the smile, shaking the hand firmly. "It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Winner,"

"Call me Quatre, Mr MacLeod, although I'm sure I'll get called much worse once Duo gets going," the blonde interrupted with another blinding smile and an amused shake of his head.

"Quatre, then, and please call me Duncan, or Mac. I've heard a lot about you, and I look forward to seeing how much is true."

"All the good stuff, and none of the bad, right, Q?" Duo butted in, before gesturing at the two agents who were standing by the door. "Mac, we'd better have a quick word with Steel and River so they can feck off and let us enjoy ourselves."

The two agents in question raised their eyebrows, in perfect synchronicity, Duo noted with amusement, but nodded and made room for both himself and the Scot. "So, what do we need to know to babysit the Winner CEO?"

They all ignored the cough and quiet words from the middle of the room where Quatre had curled back up on the armchair with his laptop . "Ahem. I can still hear you, you know."

"The Commander says you haven't body guarded anyone before, Night, Cloud. I need to give you a short briefing on your duties and exit and entrance strategies. Mr Winner is an excellent subject due to his background, and can, and will," River paused, glancing at the blonde who nodded back calmly, "inform you of any issues that you neglect to notice. You will be required to debrief after your duties end, which, the Commander has informed me, will be when Mr Winner wishes to leave Earth. At which point you will contact the Commander who will inform us and we will meet you at the shuttleport. Is that understood? Mr Maxwell, you are also required to go for your appointment with the medical team tomorrow, during which time it would be appreciated if Mr Winner could accompany you to the building as for security reasons he requires two bodyguards when not in a secure area."

Duncan noticed his partner's eyes glazing over after about five minutes of detailed instruction and sighed, making a mental note to talk the youngster about the importance of paying attention before the Commander noticed, although Une was probably well aware of Duo's attention span.

Before he could figure out a way to catch the other man's attention, Quatre's soft voice interrupted. "I'm sure I can fill in the rest, River, Steel,"

"If you're sure, sir?"

The doubt was evident in the bodyguard's voice, but the young Winner pulled himself up, transforming into the elegantly mature CEO that was so often seen in the media. "I'll be fine, I'm sure of it."

"Yes, sir." Steel nodded, respect in his voice as he bowed to the younger man, "If you need us, you have our contact details."

"Thank you, both of you." Quatre smiled at the agents as they gave him a nod, and both of the new bodyguards a searching stare before heading down the stairs.

Collapsing in a chair, Duo twisted so he was sideways in the seat, legs splayed over the arm. "So, it's, what? 6pm? What d'ya want to do until the rest turn up? I suppose I should go pick up some drinks."

"I'm not entirely sure that's a good plan, Duo. I saw the people in the restaurant as well as you did. There will most likely be reporters outside already." The Arabian pilot sighed, running his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry, my coming here was probably a bad idea. It just highlights where you live, makes you a target."

"Q, I was a Gundam pilot. You'd be surprised how many reporters came to the scrap yard to try and talk to me, wanting my opinion on everything from ESUN's latest decree to what I ate for breakfast and what colour my shit was afterwards. It wasn't gonna be long until they found this place, and if it's a surprise that you're my friend then they really weren't doing their job right in the war." He laughed at the blonde's slow blink, the bright sound echoing off the high ceiling. "Honestly, you're not the only famous one, Q. You've been spending far too much time 'round bootlickers."

Duncan followed the interaction with interest, watching the young CEO's mature mask shatter into gleeful laughter that suited the small man. He'd been friends with kings and barons, slept with queens and countesses, and this youngster managed to retain his innocent pleasure in life while embracing his duties in a way that few, if any, of the ancient royalty had managed. Most of them had been bloody awful at it to be honest. He'd been expecting the boy to be either a puppet of his Board, a very good puppet, but still under the thumb of his older colleagues, or a serious and cold ruthless manipulator who had his company firmly under his own thumb. Instead, the child was relaxed and friendly, willing to show him, a stranger except for his partner's word, the same casual openness that he did to Duo.

"Duncan? Earth to Duncan?"

Duo's voice dragged him away from his thoughts, and he found himself the focus of two pairs of piercing eyes. "Um, yes?" he asked, intelligently. He didn't get starstruck, for god's sake, he'd known many famous people throughout history, and this youngster will quiet blue eyes was nothing compared to them, but he couldn't help admiring the blonde ex-pilot. And there he went again.

"As I was saying," his partner muttered, standing up and heading over to a pile of boxes shoved in a corner. "If Q thinks it's a bad idea for me to go out, how 'bout you go and pick up some drinks? And don't you dare spout that crap 'bout him needing to have two bodyguards. Ah ha, thought theses were in here." Before the Highlander could say anything, a slender stiletto knife was flying through the air towards the Winner CEO, who caught it casually by the hilt with ease. "Q's quite capable of defending himself. Maybe not up to my standards, or yours or 'Fei's, but he's not unfamiliar with weapons. Now will you stop staring at him like the sun shines out his arse? You're making the poor guy uncomfortable."

"It's alright, Duo. But he's right, Duncan. I am perfectly capable of protecting myself when required. It's purely appearance, and the fact that it wouldn't be proper for the company boss to tackle any attackers, that gives me bodyguards. Steel and River are very strong on protocol." He grimaced, "Sometimes a little too strong. I would usually carry a handgun on me, but those two thought it was an insult to their skills, so I left it behind. Snow and Tree, my other two bodyguards are a lot more flexible and are happy I have something to defend myself with on me."

Standing, the Scot readied himself on his toes, taking a few breaths to centre himself before looking down at the slender boy. "Come at me then." Why he was even considering this hare-brained idea he didn't know. The Commander would take his head herself if she knew he was going to let one of the most important VIPs outside the colony protect himself.

"Huh, this should be fun," his partner grinned, lounging up against one wall, his arms and legs crossed in relaxation. "Been a while since I've seen you fight, Q."

Raising a pale eyebrow at the Scot, Quatre also stood, stretching quickly and expertly before taking up a defensive pose, the knife reversed against his forearm, and began studying his opponent intently. He had to admit that the Deathscythe pilot had been correct in his slightly crude description of his partner as 'hot', the Preventer uniform fitting him like a glove, although he was nothing on Trowa, in his opinion. The older man was obviously trained in combat, and it didn't take him long to analyse the man's probable weak spots - he seemed to have little regard for his left arm, although that could be misleading, and he wouldn't underestimate him.

Darting in suddenly, not allowing Duncan to study his own stance for longer than necessary, he used his speed and smaller stature to begin weaving around his opponent, abruptly finding himself blocked at every attempt to get close by solid arms and legs, before he felt his legs being swept out from under him, landing on the soft carpet with a sudden shock.

Taking the pro-offered hand that pulled him up, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "It would appear that I'm a little out of practise."

"Actually, you didn't do badly at all," the Scot's accented voice was impressed as he bowed his head in a mark of respect for a good, albeit short, fight. "I teach fighting skills to some of the new agents and staff at Preventer, and I'd be happy to have you in the Novice class. Without much effort you'd be in the Competent class - you're just out of practice as you said."

"Thanks," Quatre bowed his own head in response, blushing faintly at the praise. "Does this mean you're not going to be 'babysitting' me?" he asked hopefully, muttering the derogatory term with obvious irritation.

"It means that I am going to go and buy drinks for this party, while you two stay here and behave yourselves. Actually," Duncan corrected himself, with a smile, "while Duo behaves himself. You I assume, Quatre, are perfectly capable of not causing mayhem when left alone for fifteen minutes."

"Hey, this is my home here, pal. You could stop treating me like a kid, OK?"

He lifted his hands apologetically at the Deathscythe pilot's snarl, the darkening violet eyes telling him he'd gone too far as the slim figure unfurled from the lounging position against the wall. "I apologise, Duo." He felt his lips twist sadly as he suddenly realised that he'd treated the pilot like his old student without even thinking about it. "I keep thinking of a young guy I knew once, a little bit older than you. He was like you, a carefree streetwise kid who he thought he was immortal. He was like a son to me and..." he paused, taking a deep breath to re-centre himself, "You're not him. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." Quatre's soft voice broke the tension that had filled the room silently, "I'm sorry for your loss, Duncan."

"It was a while ago." Shaking his head to dispel the memories before they could coalesce in his mind, he grabbed the bag he'd brought with him to change the subject, "Do you mind if I use your bathroom to get changed?"

Forcing himself to relax, the braided pilot moved to sit back on the armchair, resuming his sprawled position with a sigh. "Yeah, sure." He even managed to smile before the Scot disappeared into the bedroom, then he couldn't help it turning to a frown. Great, a guy older than him was, or, if Q's intuition was correct like it usually was, had been like a son to the object of his desire, just fucking great. News like that could really put a damper on a man's hopes of becoming more familiar, in an intimate way, with the handsome agent. Dammit. He'd much rather be with Mac in the bedroom, helping him get changed, or at least undressed, but if the man kept insisting on viewing him as a kid... He hoped he could convince the Scot to buy some beer, he really did need that drink now.
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