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"Drabbles"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: R A/N: Response to the Cocktail Friday prompt on
Tumblr. Warnings: language Pairings: 1x2 Cocktail Friday: Sunset They clinked the beer bottles together, the sound echoing out over the empty landscape that surrounded them.
“Happy Birthday?” Duo said, raising his bottle in a salute.
Heero arched an eyebrow at him.
“Whose birthday is it?”
Duo shrugged.
“I dunno. Maybe it’s mine? Maybe it’s yours? Maybe it’s your dad’s or it’s my dad’s.”
Heero shook his head and took a sip of the beer, letting the cool rush pool on his tongue before swallowing.
It wasn’t bad. Not that he had much to compare it with.
Somehow, developing a discerning palate in regards to anything other than weapons and data hacking hadn’t been a focus of his training.
Duo made a face, though, as he drank a long swallow of his own beer.
“Ugh. Light and fruity, my ass.”
Heero smirked, and started to open his mouth.
“Don’t,” Duo warned, holding up a finger, “not if you want near my ass again.”
Heero settled back into his folder chair, still smirking.
They sat in silence, slowly drinking their beers, watching the sun set over the canyon.
Heero had never seen anything like it.
It felt like he and Duo were the only people left in the universe, like nothing and no one else mattered. And the sun, blazing as brightly as any battlefield explosion, was slowly slipping beyond the horizon, leaving the sky streaked with reds and oranges, curling into the lavenders and blues of twilight.
It was was gorgeous.
It was almost peaceful.
“Why ‘Happy Birthday’?” Heero asked Duo as he collected their empty bottles and pulled out two new, cold bottles from the cooler.
“Dunno. Felt like we needed to toast something?”
“It’s beer, not champagne,” Heero pointed out.
“Yeah. Sure.” Duo rolled his shoulders in a defensive shrug. “It just felt… It felt like the moment needed to be captured.”
Heero realized his teasing had forced Duo to reveal too much.
For a man who was painfully honest, Duo hated being cornered into saying things sometimes, into admitting how he really felt.
Heero held up his new bottle, waiting until Duo looked over, sighed, and raised his own.
“To us,” Heero said.
Duo’s lips twisted as he considered the words, the possibility.
“Yeah,” he finally said, and a cautious smile curved his mouth as he touched his beer to Heero’s. “To us.”
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