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"Just a Splinter "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: G Warnings: None Summary: Duo has a splinter Pairings: 1+2 Ficlet
" Just a Splinter " "What's wrong?' "Got a splinter." "Let me see." Heero took Duo's hand into his own, drawing him insistently nearer the cone of bright light radiant from the kitchen's overhead lamp. "Yes, you do," he agreed. "I'll go get my knife." The L2 Kid hastily withdrew his fingers from Yuy's grasp. "Geesh! Dontcha think amputation's a bit extreme?" Heero scowled. "My Sanq army pocket knife," he explained, rolling his eyes. "It has a set of tweezers in it." "Oh." Duo shrugged. Yuy fetched the knife from his dresser drawer. Next, the magnifying glass from in front of his copy of the Oxford Unabridged Dictionary. A clean kitchen towel. Then the bottle of 'Ole Possum' sour mash whiskey from the fireplace mantle. Maxwell snatched away the spirits bottle, uncorked it and swallowed a raw mouthful. "That was to disinfect the wound," Heero remonstrated. "Pain killer," Duo retorted, grinning. Yuy sat in the arm chair, turned on the reading lamp, and beckoned the Kid toward him. Heero spread his legs and patted the seat cushion. "Sit here." Grinning wider still, Duo sat with his back pressed against Heero's chest. Yuy reached his arms around the Kid's waist to hold the injured extremity in an unyielding grip, exposing it to the bright light beam. He rested his chin upon Duo's shoulder, feeling smooth facial flesh and soft strands of stray hair against his cheek. "Hmm," he commented upon the depth of the offending sliver. "Difficult angle." He squeezed the palmar skin taut and dug at the entry wound with the sharp point of his knife's gouge blade. A small trickle of blood started weeping there under the instrument's cruel probing point. Heero felt the Kid silently flinch and shudder against his ribs. Yuy teased adamantly at the wound, working his blade deeper into the sensitive tissue, feeling the hot radial pulse quicken in the captive hand. He ran his thumb nail against the buried splinter, forcing the ragged dark end toward the oozing opening. Yuy extracted the delicate tweezers before setting aside the knife. He heard a small sigh of relief from the Kid. Heero studied the hand under his magnifying glass, then began nudging the splinter with the tweezers. A plunge, a squeeze, an insistent tug, and there it was. "Got it." Heero held up the jagged sliver of metal for Duo's inspection. Yuy sloshed a modicum of 'Ole Possum' onto the kitchen towel and swabbed the injury. Then he pulled the Kid right up onto his lap. "Thank you," Yuy told Maxwell. Another person would have been puzzled at this reversed expression of gratitude. But not Duo. He understood Heero's appreciation, thankful for the mundane intimacy of small pains, shared. And so the Kid just chuckled as his friend nuzzled his braid. ~ * ~
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