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" Perfectly Useless "Written By: CalicOcat Life With Heero Arc fic 4 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. HeeroPOV 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.
Perfectly Useless Arc fic 4
Traditional "starter" jobs like flipping burgers, pumping gas, and bagging groceries hadn't even worked out for him. Apparently a requirement for such jobs was offering a friendly smile and a cheerful hello along with the service. He had *tried*, really he had. He just - couldn't. Things had been a little better working for Re... for the Vice Foreign Minister. He hadn't been expected to carry on conversations with any of the dozens of people she met with in a day or to socialize with the other palace staff. Life had consisted of guarding the Minister, eating, and sleeping, with frequent calls or emails from Duo and occasional ones from the others to break up the monotony. Most days, *she* would spend at least a little time coaxing him into conversation and he had come to look forward to those short talks. He had just reached the point of considering the palace "home" and then... Jerking his mind away from a particular conversation
he had no desire to relive, Heero turned to go down for breakfast.
Pausing in the doorway, he turned to look back at the neatly made
bed. Duo had never The other pilots had all found a place for themselves
in peace. Wufei had gotten off to a rough start with his involvement
in Mariemaia's attempted coup, but after that had settled right into
his job with the Preventers. Trowa had returned to the circus, though
judging from recent emails he wasn't spending *all* his time there
anymore. Quatre had stepped in as CEO of WEI, taking over all the
responsibilities his father had left behind. He had ample assistance
from various sisters involved in the running of the business and seemed
to be quite content if rather busy. Duo... Duo had taken the "military
back-pay" awarded to him by the L2 government and bought into
Hilde's struggling salvage yard. He had explained to Heero - who thought
at the time that he was wasting his money on a lost cause - that he
felt he owed it to her for the help she had given him during the war.
And all Heero's predictions of doom had been proven wrong as the two
teens had used Typical Duo. Always beating the odds. And always so willing to help his friends. No matter how fucked up their lives were or how damn inconvenient it must be for him. As Heero entered the small kitchen, he had to smile
reluctantly. Duo might have been in a rush this morning because of
an early appointment, but he had still taken the time to set the table
for Heero and leave a note saying he would be late coming home since
he was picking up a few groceries. Heero's smile faded again. When he'd booked the flight to L2, Heero hadn't been
sure what he was going to do when he got there. He hated to impose
on his best friend, but he literally had nowhere else to go. Having
the booking confirmation sent to Duo's email account had been an impulse.
He had known that Duo might not happen to check his email before his
shuttle arrived, but part of him had been so sure that Duo would be
there waiting for him that when his first look around hadn't spotted
his friend, it was like a hard punch to the gut. Then when Duo had
come striding into view, offering him a cheerful welcome, the relief
had been overwhelming. Even though he knew Duo would never turn away
a friend, some small part of him had been unsure of his welcome. The Drying his breakfast dishes and putting them away, Heero
thought, 'I know the other guys never could understand why I got along
so well with Duo. They heard the constant chatter and never realized
that he Hooking his laptop up to Duo's net connection, Heero
continued the slow process of searching for a job. This time, he wasn't
even bothering to look at jobs that would involve any personal contact
with either customers or employers. He was looking for something that
could be done remotely. Programming, maybe, or testing computer security.
Something he could do without even leaving the house. Scrolling through
a multitude of jobs that all required university degrees, or five
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