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"Operation Operative Operation"Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: R Warnings: Language Summary: Someone wants to steal Duo's appendix. While its still in him? Pairings: 1 + 2 + 3
"Operation Operative Operation "
Part 6. "You're jealous," Trowa's cock informed him. "Just what I need most in life. A conscious cock with a conscience," Barton retorted. "First you refuse to seduce Maxwell, even though its for the good of my investigation. And then you give me grief over a stupid science fiction novel." Barton tried hard not to be condescending. He knew how nasty it was to be on the receiving end of that guff. But he had to admit he was impressed when Maxwell referred to a classic fiction Trowa didn't recognize. HG Wells was one of his favorite authors, too. He had read "The Time Machine". And devoured "War of the Worlds", so relevant to their own recent conflicts it seemed almost prescient. Then Maxwell had mentioned "Tono Bungay", and Barton was embarrassed not to recognize the title. Considering the L2 Kid's past, it was something of a wonder Duo could read at all. Barton's own education was rather haphazard. So he hated discovering that Maxwell's efforts at self-tutoring might be better than his own. But competing on this level was silly. "Just go look up the novel," Trowa's cock advised him in sanctimonious tones. "Its for the good of your investigation, as you say." Barton flung open the door to the comp closet. And stopped dead in his tracks. "Yuy?" "Barton." "When the hell did you arrive?" "Not long ago." "And you broke into my comp room first off?" "No, I read Maxwell's medical record first off. Where is he?" "You're jealous. Again," Trowa's cock told him. "Shut up." "Sorry?" "Not you," Barton told Yuy. Heero just raised a querying eyebrow.
Trowa anticipated this meeting with great interest. He had thought there was something between these two. But they kept going their separate ways. Which meant what? He made a noise, standing well out of reach, lest the L2 Kid awaken with a violent reflex. "They made up the other bed. You'd better get into it," Barton said. "I know. I just thought you might want the bed with the clean sheets." "Absolutely no way am I sleeping in your assigned bed. Suppose someone mistakes me for you? Suppose the GE docs order you an enema?" "I take your point." "I wish you would," Trowa's cock murmured wistfully. Duo grinned, swapping the pillows before he sat on his assigned bed. "Hey, Yuy." He seemed not at all surprised at this new addition. Maybe he had scented Heero's presence in the hallway? They had been keeping their voices to an undertone. "Maxwell. You look terrible." "Thanks, buddy. How's tricks? Your duty still keeping you warm at night?" Duo laughed cheerfully. Yuy remained expressionless. "You've managed to gather a goon with a grudge. About six foot six. Heavy and hairy. Has an eviscerated eyeball tattooed on his left hand. Smells like a junky. Ring any bells?" Maxwell groaned. "Juloiskoe. L2 Preventers. I told him the designer drugs would scotch rehab for him. Land him in the stockade. I was hoping he'd take a major hint and blow town. Guess not." "What's he to you?" "Nothing. He was harassing the little girl medic on Air Evac. I merely warned him off her." "Prince Charming strikes again. You never learn, do you?" "Nurp." "Well, he's joined forces with one Mr Ampirst. I overheard their noggins knocking in confabulation. Unfortunately, they adjourned to an off-camp location. Cretin's Flop by name." "User's hangout. Floating. Changes location. No good," Trowa nodded acknowledgment. Trying to follow them would have been futile. "Is this just ordinary, boring druggy-action? Or is Operation Elective Surgery finally heating up?" "My money is on the latter. I just got through looking up Ampirst. He's been on board a year at this hospital. Histo Tech for Pathology. Clean record. His supervisor admires the way he keeps the freezer records up-to-date." "Meaning?" "Meaning there is a connection between Mr Ampirst and Elective Surgery. Since he has a hand in storing their specimens. And he was hanging around here like he ruled the roost." "Tenuous at best," Barton rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I still don't see where the money comes into it." "Neither do I," Yuy admitted. "But I intend to find out." "What's the plan?" Maxwell smiled with a devilishly droll look. "The plan is for you to do what the doctors tell you," Yuy, of course, retorted. "Boring." "I hope to hell Barton and I are not going to have to take turns sitting on you." "Less boring." "If necessary, you can be handcuffed to the bed." "Even less boring." "Maxwell. You will behave yourself." "Comportment as usual? The least boring of all." Trowa eyed his comrades. Duo was thoroughly alive with mischievous intent, quivering all over, restively shifting as he confronted his old ally. Heero seemed afire with his urge to pursue the threat of physical restraint. Barton wanted to throw himself between the delineated rock and hard place, and absorb some of the excess sparks these two were radiating. "Action at last." Trowa's cock rumbled with excitement. ~ * ~ |
