" Remember Me? "

Written By: Deathangelgw

Disclaimer: The boy isn’t mine. He belongs to some rich company that makes money off of his good …*whistles innocently*. The OC is mine (so are the cats) so no sue!!

Warnings: AU, OC, sap, slight language, het, slight angst, lemon (later)

Rating: it starts out mainly PG-13 then up to NC-17.

Pairing: 2+OC eventually 2xOC

Timeline: between episodes 5-7, after Duo and Heero met in battle the second time and before the death of the Alliance Pacifists.

Note: Since it occurs before any true relationships were really established, I believe this could have happened.

Archive: Wherever you go…..whatever you do….I’ll be right here waiting for you…O.O*chuckles*

Feedback: much loved!

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Remember Me ?

Author: Deathangelgw

Chapter 3


Duo found that recovery was a very slow thing to endure as the days rolled along and he slowly got better. One day, Jenna came into his room, where he was reading some books she had lent him and playing with Dusty and Jessie, and smiled. "How would you like to get clean?" she asked as she sat down next to him.

He looked up at her with slight alarm and surprise, then cocked his eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked as he looked at her and she smiled again.

"Well, it is a very nice day, and since you aren’t strong enough yet to take a shower, I figured I could wash your hair outside and give you a sponge bath." She said as she played with the two furry showoffs. He looked at her with suspicion and she laughed softly. "No young one, I won’t have you strip naked. You’ll wear a towel!" Duo smirked and nodded, and then she put her arm underneath his shoulders and helped him sit up slowly. He hissed as his ribs protested with sharp pain and she frowned. She helped him stand up, having him lean against her for support.

She kept her arm wrapped around his waist, supporting him as they walked slowly to the deck. Duo blinked a couple of times as they stepped out into the sun. He took a deep breath and sighed deeply, feeling himself relax in the peacefulness of nature as she helped him over towards a chair. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining and all of nature reveling in the warmth. He looked over and saw a high chair, a basin with a rag and a strange sponge-like thing next to it as well as some bottles. He saw on the chair a white towel and he smirked as she brought him to the chair. She smiled at him, "Young one, I will be inside getting the last things. Undress and put the towel on and I will be right back." She said softly as he sat down gingerly and he smiled up at her and nodded. She nodded back and headed back into the house to get the last things.

He slowly undressed, tossing the clothes onto the wooden deck and then slipped the towel onto his slender hips, tucking it in so it wouldn’t slip. For some odd reason, he didn’t feel too self-conscious about being nearly naked for a woman he barely knew. She brought that out in him he had noticed over these past few days, a sense of safety, comfort. She still didn’t know his name, but she never pushed for it. It was like she understood his need for secrecy. He felt bad on that part, but he knew for her safety, he should stay unidentifiable. Besides, they would never see each other again after he left, right? He frowned thoughtfully as a strange feeling washed over him at that thought.

She came out with two large metal pitchers and placed them down by the basin. She smiled at him again and he smiled back, taking in her warm smile that seemed to chase away all of the darkness of war that had been chasing him. She bent down slightly and grabbed the end of his braid and began to gently unravel it. He sighed as her fingers massaged his scalp when they got up there, combing out any big tangles. He still didn’t know what color her hair really was, since she always had it up in a bun, or how long it was. She grabbed one of the pitchers, then tipped his head back and poured the warm water on his head, wetting his thigh length chestnut hair. He moaned softly as the warm water also trickled down his back as it traveled to the earth through his hair. She grabbed one of the bottles and poured some of its contents into the palm of her hand, then lathered the soap and began to massage it into his hair, lathering it as she washed the locks. He moaned again in bliss as he felt all of his tension just evaporate as she cleaned his hair. She combed through to the ends, then grabbed the pitcher again and tilted his head back so the shampoo/conditioner didn’t flood into his face as she rinsed out his hair. She grabbed the other pitcher and used some of it to finish rinsing his hair, then grabbed another towel that was nearby and toweled off his hair, then wrapped it up into the towel and grabbed the basin, which he saw was full of water. She grabbed the sponge-like thing and dipped it into the water, squeezing it out slightly, then grabbed one of the other bottles. She opened it and a gentle scent wafted to him on the wind. He sniffed appreciatively and she laughed and held the bottle towards him, letting him smell the slightly musky scent. He grinned at her and she smiled and said softly, "It’s for men. No fruity smells for you." He laughed and nodded and she grinned as she squeezed some of the liquid onto the sponge. She lathered it up, then brought it over and began to wash his chest and body gently. He sighed as he relaxed under her gentle touch, noticing she avoided certain areas with disappointment, but then scolded himself silently. She was too old for him and nothing would ever come of something like that except sorrow, he told himself sternly and sadly. She washed between his toes, then grabbed the pitcher and rinsed his legs off. She then took the sponge and rinsed off his torso and arms, getting all of the musky soap off of him and leaving him feeling surprisingly male, as he smelled himself.

She grinned at him, then grabbed the towel out of his hair, combing out the tangles. She grabbed a comb and began to comb through his long hair and he sighed softly in bliss. She combed gently, stopping and working any knots with care. He opened his mouth to ask her how she knew how to take such care with long hair, then closed it as she separated it into three parts and began to braid it. Her nimble fingers had it plaited in a few seconds and he marveled at how tight it was. He had never gotten it that tight in years, not since…but he stopped those sad thoughts. She came around the front to face him and they smiled at each other. She stepped close to him and slid her arm under his arms and helped him up. He hissed softly, but got up and they headed towards the house. He looked back at his clothes and she said softly, "I’m going to wash them for you. I’ll give you some of my clothes. We’re close enough in size." He nodded and then realized that the towel hadn’t slipped from his hips. He looked down and saw her fingers holding the towel up and he chuckled. She looked at him, then at what he was looking at, then smirked at him and shrugged. She led him to a room that had a windowseat in it and took him to the seat. She sat him down and told him to stay put and then left the room. She came back soon with shorts, underwear, and a t-shirt. He looked at them and smiled as he saw how neutral they were and nodded. She smiled and left the room, saying that she was going to take care of some laundry, then get some lunch, so stay out of trouble. He chuckled softly as she left the room.

He got changed quickly, noting with delight how comfortable the clothes were. He sighed softly as he reveled in the feeling of clean he now had. He looked outside for a few minutes, then his eyes wandered curiously around the room. He then saw some pictures on a nearby wall. Getting up slowly, he went over to the wall and looked at the pictures. They looked familiar, so they were probably her family. He saw two girls in one picture and wondered who they were as he looked at them. He also saw two pictures of some guys, one dressed in a military uniform, the other in a priest’s outfit. He was so engrossed in the pictures that he didn’t hear her come back in. She saw him standing by her family’s photos and said softly, "What are you looking at?"

He looked at her, startled, then nodded towards the pictures as she came up by him. "This your family?" he asked softly and she nodded sadly.

She pointed at the picture of the military boy, saying softly, "This is my brother Nathan. He….was in the military for a long time. One of OZ’s best, right up there with Lt. Merquise. He was…"she sighed and blinked back tears, then continued, "killed in a mission." He nodded sadly and she smiled gently at him, then pointed at the priestly boy. "This is my other brother, Philip. His twin actually." Duo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at this and she smiled at him, then turned back to the picture, swallowing hard. "He was killed, protecting some orphans from an Alliance attack on L3." She said, choking a bit on her tears. He put his hand on hers in sympathy and she patted it, then pointed at the picture of an older couple. "That’s my parents. They died right after my brother Philip was killed. Both of my brothers were killed fairly close together and it was….too much for them. My dad died of a heart attack and my mother joined him two days later. They just…couldn’t live without each other." She said, swallowing hard again, fighting her bitter tears again as they welled up. He watched her with sadness in his violet eyes, and then she pointed to the picture of the two girls. "That’s me and my sister, Andrea." He blinked at her in surprise as she pointed at the heavier set girl when she said ‘me’. He looked at her in surprise, then looked her up and down in disbelief. She smiled at him as she said, "I’ve lost a lot of weight. Grief does that to you. My sister lives on L4 now, working with the Winner family on the environmental stations." He nodded thoughtfully; noting the slightly bitter tilt her mouth took as she smiled. "Haven’t talked to her since the funeral of my parents. She must be successful." She said softly, pride showing on her face. Then, her face grew serious and she looked at him. "Young one, I hope that you never know such grief." She said softly and then they both looked at the silent photos.

"Duo." He said softly and she turned to him in slight surprise.

"Excuse me?" she asked softly and he looked at her, smiling gently.

"My name is Duo. Duo Maxwell." He said softly and a soft smile lit her face as they held gazes.

She extended her hand and they shook hands as she said, "Pleased to meet you, Duo Maxwell." She smiled at him and he smiled back, nodding. They turned briefly back to the photos, then went out to the deck and had lunch, relaxing and telling each other about their pasts and about themselves.

TBC

 

Chapter 4