Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Inner Musings and Pepper-Pots ❯ Inner Musings and Pepper-Pots ( Chapter 1 )

AN A drabble, just something that bit me and wouldn't let go until I'd written it.

Rating: PG

Summary: Duo's thoughts as Relena talks to him about Heero, `s failing love life and the results of the plan a week later. 2x3 1x6 (was a plus but ff.net ate it.) Please R&R

Disclaimer: Sometimes I'm glad I don't own Gundam Wing, I wouldn't know who to pair with who and then I look back over what I've just said and wonder what I've been smoking.

Inner Musings and Pepper-Pots

Right," Duo said tiredly, looking warily at the pink vision that was Relena Peacecraft, currently standing in front of him. "Why, exactly, are we here Relena?"

"Heero."

God damnit! Why was he not surprised? There were so many other places he could, and would rather, be at this point, either in bed getting some sleep or in bed doing unspeakable things to his uni-banged lover, usually he would have been more descriptive in his narrative of exactly what he was going to do to his lover's body when he got home but Sister Helen had told him not to be crude, especially in the presence of a lady, even if it was in his own head.

He could have been there, he could have been on a beach in Acapulco, well maybe that one wasn't so likely but he could dream right? But no, he had been abducted by the young woman just after returning from a mission and had been dragged, along with Trowa, into an unused room at Preventer HQ to talk about the object of Relena's obsession.

He was not in the mood for a patented, `I want Heero and I want him now!' rant from the pink princess. He was not in the mood and Trowa wasn't helping either, he had outright ignored the desperate looks that Duo had sent in his direction as he pleaded with him to get them out of here and was currently looking fairly interested in what Relena had to say, well, as interested as he ever looked anyway.

It wasn't fair, he looked like hell, he knew he looked like hell, he hadn't slept more than six hours out of the last forty eight of course he looked like hell, but Trowa had had the same amount of sleep, if not less, and he still looked… well, maybe `fresh as a daisy' wasn't the best term to use but… well maybe `perky' wasn't either but he looked just like he normally did, which was exactly the problem. He looked so damn fuckable, screw not being crude it's not like she could hear him anyway, that Duo just wanted to…

He was dragged from his internal musings by a discrete elbow to the ribs from the man sitting next to him and he began to realise that Relena was still talking.

"… So I think it's time Heero started seeing people…"

Jesus Christ.

"…He needs someone who can understand him and help him…"

`Will the woman never give up,' he cried inwardly, before snickering as he realised how much he sounded like Wufei, Trowa looked at him sideways, rolling his eyes, sometimes he wondered if Trowa knew when he was holding a conversation in his head, Relena continued as if she hadn't even heard him.

"…I know the perfect person…"

Here it comes…

"…My brother…"

"…"

`…'

"Wow," Trowa whispered softly in his ear, "both inner and outer voices silenced, this must be a first."

Yep, Trowa definitely knew. "Shut up!" Duo growled, still trying to sort through the information that Relena had just given him.

Trowa smirked, "just saying."

One week later found Milliardo Peacecraft and Heero Yuy, sitting in a romantic restaurant at a table for two waiting for some people that, as it was becoming increasingly obvious, weren't going to show up.

"Ever get the feeling they're trying to tell you something?" Came the conspirital whisper, Heero looked up from his watch into Milliardo's blue eyes at the words and gave a slight smile.

"Starting to get one, yeah."

"What gave you the first clue that they were up to something?"

"Probably Duo setting out what I was going to wear in place of the Preventers uniform I would usually wear for a meeting with a new VIP wanting specialised protection. What about you?"

"Relena nearly having a heart attack when I suggested to her, perfectly innocently, that a romantic five-star restaurant wasn't the best place to meet a visiting VIP, that and the fact that she insisted I `be polite' and that I should `charm them a bit' she also insisted on taking care of the bill."

"Ah," Heero looked amused, "sounds like something she'd do." Suddenly he reached over and picked up the salt-shaker, looking at it closely. "Duo…" he spoke into it," it was naïve of you to think we wouldn't notice a bugged salt cellar."

"Sorry…" the American's sheepish voice came out of the pepper pot this time, "just wanted to make sure you didn't mess it up."

"Your confidence in me is astounding."

"Oh it wasn't just you we were keeping an eye on," Relena's voice suddenly reassured him, "Mill's messed things up before too you know…"

"Indeed…" The two exchanged glances before the each took a container and startled to dismantle it, "anything else bugged we ought to know about?" Heero asked before he remover the last wire holding the bug together.

"No…"

"Right then."

The two placed the little pots down on the table and Heero smirked "how long before we tell them we're already together then?"

"Oh I don't know, they did mean well, we should give them their moment first."

"And by that you mean…?"

"We should make them suffer as much as possible of course…"

"Of course."

Owari

AN Just something stupid that came to me in the middle of the night, seriously, I had to get up at 2:30 am to write this thing because it wouldn't let me get some sleep, I know it's weird, blame that.