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" Shaken Faith "Written By: CalicOcat Life With Heero Arc fic 10 Genre: Angst, Friendship Pairings: None yet Rated: PG-13 Warnings: AU, OOC, Swearing Archives: At Mediaminer.org under Calic0cat. Anyone
with archive permission for my other fics can help themselves; anyone
else, please ask. Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This story is. Nuff said. Notes: The arc begins between one and two years after Endless Waltz. Duo POV in this story. 'Thinking' "Speaking" ************ Time passing or scene change Author's Notes: This is the first in an arc of stories. I don't know for sure how many stories there will be or how often I'll be posting them. The length of each story in the arc will vary, anywhere from ficlet to multi-part. Warnings will vary from story to story as well, as will the genre. Pairings will probably eventually make their way in, but it will be quite a while since the first half dozen or so stories are drafted out and there's no real indication of pairings in them as of yet. Feedback is appreciated.
Shaken Faith Arc fic 10 Duo slammed the door and stomped out of the house. He
needed to get away from Heero till he calmed down. Of all the incredibly
stupid things to argue over. Cleaning the lint filter on the dryer.
'Okay, so he thinks it should be cleaned after you take a load out.
I happen to clean it when I put a load *in*. Big deal! Even if he
*did* happen to do a load after me, it would take a lot more than
just two loads worth of lint to cause a fire. He can be *so* totally
anal about that kind of thing! I *hate* it when he gets... like...
that... Spinning on his heel, Duo literally ran back to the house. Racing in, he threw quick glances in each room as he went, bounding up the stairs to check the bedrooms. 'Aw fuck.' "Dammit, Heero, where the hell do you think you're going?" he demanded, knocking the duffel off the bed and yanking Heero around to face him. Heero tried to duck his face away but Duo caught a glimpse of the bright sheen on his cheek. "You said..." "What did I say, Heero? Word for word, buddy." "You said you hated..." Exasperated, Duo repeated it for him, "I said, 'Dammit, Heero, I hate it when you get like this!' Meaning when you get all uptight over something so totally minor and unimportant. I did *not* say that I hated *you*. How many times have you said that you hate the way I forget to clean out the shower drain when I'm done? Huh? Do you mean that you hate *me* when you say that? Or do you hate my *behaviour*?" "I... your behaviour..." Yanking Heero into a tight hug, Duo muttered fiercely into his ear, "I do *not* hate you. You are my best friend. You drive me absolutely positively fuckin' *insane* sometimes, but that doesn't change the fact that I care about you and want you to stay with me as long as you're willing to. If we have an argument, I will most likely go storming out of the house and go for a nice long walk so that I have time to cool down before I say something I'll regret. When that happens, I expect *you* to damn well *be here* when I get back. 'Cause if I have to go chasin' over half the Earth Sphere looking for you, I'm gonna be so fuckin' *pissed* by the time I catch up to you that I'll just knock you out and drag you back home without even giving you a chance to explain why the hell you did something so fuckin' *stupid*! Got that?!" "Got it," Heero answered in a choked voice. His arms slowly came up to hug Duo back and he pressed his damp face against Duo's shoulder. "Good. And I will *try* to remember to clean the lint filter when I take out a load, but I've been doin' it the other way since the first time I ever *used* a dryer, so I can't promise you I'll remember. Just try and remember to check before you do a load if you think the lint's gonna be a problem, okay?" "Okay."
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