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"Heero the Muse"Written By: Emerald Pillow
Pairings: 3x1x3 Summary: Trowa is a writer in his spare time. Heero hasn't read any of Trowa's works but is curious to do so. Trowa , on the other hand, doesn't particularly want Heero to read what he writes as he has some dark secret lurking in the text of his books. Rating: R Heero the Muse
Chapter 2 The gym was found on the first floor. There wasn't much equipment, but it was enough to blow a few hours while Trowa worked. Heero sat on one of few machines that were designed for an upper body workout. He thought about Trowa's zoning stage. It wasn't the first time he had seen his friend disentangle from reality for a while, and he knew that it wouldn't be the last either. Heero wasn't sure what Trowa thought about during those times, if he thought at all, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with his writing. All at once, he heard the door open to reveal Jamie entering. Though she seemed surprised to find Heero there, somehow he knew better. She didn't bare too much of a muscle tone. Her pale skin proved that she probably spent more time inside, proofreading Trowa's work, than out doing anything. "Where's Trowa?" Jamie asked, not wanting to seem eager to be alone with Heero. "Working." Was all the answer given as he closed his eyes and continued with his reps. "He's actually working?" Jamie seemed astound at the revelation. "It's so hard to get him to sit down and work on his material. Probably because he spends too much time being a clown." She stepped onto a treadmill and set the desired settings. "So, what do you think of his work?" "Haven't read it." "Aren't you suppose to be his friend?" Heero didn't respond. Jamie chuckled to herself. "I guess he must have fashioned Nash after you. Nash happens to be my favorite from his books." There was no answer; only the sound of metal clapping against metal. "Well, he'll probably be up there for a while by himself. He doesn't work often, but when he does, he tends to get lost in his world. I guess that leaves us to fend for ourselves." She waited for some sort of reply, but still Heero seemed more interested in weight lifting. "Why don't we head to the bar after our workout and share a few drinks?" "I don't drink." "Well, how about a cup of coffee?" Blocking out her voice, Heero thought about the giddy girl and the southern woman. Surely, tomorrow, Trowa would have to come face to face with a lot of his fans. The convention was expecting 10,000 people over the three days. Based on how he acted today, with just three, Heero wondered if Trowa really would survive the convention. The weights came to a clinking stop as he looked over at Jamie. "Will he get a break tomorrow?" Jamie appeared
confused at the "He's going to be there for only four hours tomorrow and Sunday." Heero continued to stare at her, waiting for her answer. At the same time, he wondered if he had heard her right. He knew that Trowa told him that the book signing was only a hour and a half, not four. "He's not scheduled for one." "Can you arrange at least one? Even if it's just ten minutes?" "Heero, these times were set months ago. If he was Stephen King, they would in an instant, but he's still fresh." "Can you or not?" "Why would he need one?" "Trowa's not exactly a 'people person'. You throw him in there for four hours straight, and he might freak." Jamie studied the serious features a moment before speaking. "I think it's too late to change anything Heero. He's pretty sturdy, he can probably handle it. Besides, he works at a circus. Tons of people attend the circus. By now, he's probably use to people." Heero narrowed his eyes at the publisher. He wasn't sure if she was telling the truth, or being lazy. Either way, she didn't seem to want to make an effort to change anything. If she wasn't willing to try, then Heero would. He didn't expect her to understand, and he sure wasn't going to explain either. Trowa laid back and stared at the ceiling. Heero had been gone for only twenty minutes, and Trowa effortlessly spilled 30 pages. However, now he wasn't able to even think, let alone write any more. On the bright side, all he needed now was 620 pages. Propping himself on his elbows, he stared at the words on the screen. He had spent the pass two months trying to tie up the plot holes before finishing the book, however, every time he sat down to write, his mind was blank. He couldn't spew a single sentence, let alone a page. However, one glimpse at Heero in the airport when they met for their flight, and his mind raged like white water currents. Closing his eyes, he laid back and cleared his mind to make room for new thoughts. Unfortunately, nothing came. This left him to think about Heero. He had thought that by now, the Japanese man would have, at least, read his first book. Or so Trowa had hoped. If it had happen, then this weekend could have been somewhat easier on him. The last thing he wanted was to be around when Heero finally did read it. For that reason alone, he would make sure Heero wouldn't receive a copy until after their departure. Though the conference lasted until Monday, he had told Heero Sunday. It was Monday that the authors featured at the convention would be opened to their fans' questions. Trowa knew that some questions would be asked that he didn't want Heero to hear the answers to. Sighing, Trowa saved his work and turned off the lab top. Leaving it on his bed, he left in search of Heero. As told, he found the Japanese man in the gym. He didn't expect to find Jamie there as well. At first, he just stared at them through the glass door. Judging by the crease in Jamie's forehead, Trowa knew that their conversation was serious. He could have easily read their lips, but decided against it; not really wanting to know what they were talking about. Instead, he allowed himself in, stopping the conversation where it stood. "That was fast. You already wrote 650 pages?" "No." Trowa snapped the answer to Jamie's question while staring at Heero. In truth, he didn't know Heero's sexuality. The way he acted around Duo and Relena was enough to render him bisexual. "So how much did you write?" As she asked, she stopped the treadmill. Trowa turned his accusing eyes from Heero toward nothing in particular. "Not 650." Was all he said before turning to leave. He wasn't sure why he had even made himself known just now. Why did it even bother him that they were talking? Because he knew how Jamie was; how persistent, and convincing she could be. He had only made it half way to the elevators when Heero caught up to him. "What was that about?" "I didn't mean to interrupt you." "You didn't." "Then why did you stop talking when I came in?" "The conversation ended. It wasn't because of you." Trowa only stared at the carpet. "We were talking about you." Trowa wasn't sure if he liked that or not. Jamie didn't really know him, so what could she possibly have to say? "Why didn't you request a break for tomorrow?" "I'm only there for an hour and a half. I can handle people that long." "Hour and a half? Trowa, you couldn't last five minutes with the people today, how can you last that long tomorrow? Besides, according to Jamie, it's four hours." "Since when?" Trowa wondered, the same look of fear tainting his green eyes as when he first saw the girl at the elevator. "She just said it." Trowa spun around in time to witness Jamie attempting to sneak way. She hadn't gotten far before Heero and Trowa placed themselves in her path. "What's going on with my time tomorrow?" Jamie smiled weakly until she realized that neither of them were. "Trowa, your books are close to becoming inter-colonial. They want you there longer to promote that." "But we agreed that it wouldn't go that far." "Trowa, you have great talent. You should share with everyone. There's even a request of making it required reading for college psychology classes." Deciding that he didn't want to discuss it now, he turned and walked away. Heero stared at her a moment longer, pondering the psychology class remark, before trailing after his friend. "You okay?" "The contract stated that there were going to be only three books at ten thousand published apiece, and would stay only in this Colony." "But isn't it a good thing that they want to expand?" "It would be if I was a writer, but I'm not. I'm a clown." Not wanting to wait for the elevators, Trowa headed for the stairwell. "Why publish something if you don't want anyone to read it?" "I do want someone to read it, but not everyone." Trowa didn't look back as he continued to the next flight. Just as Heero started to question further, Trowa cut him short. "Let's not talk about this any more." Heero granted the request. It only made him more determined to read both of Trowa's books. He couldn't help but wonder why Trowa would enter something like this if he didn't really want to. He never knew the Latin to leap without looking.
The pass two hours passed without notice while Trowa gazed at Heero. Finally able to pull from the sight, he pushed the covers away and slid out of bed. His creativity had returned with a vengeance. They were flowing so smoothy that if he didn't get them stored somewhere, they would vanish just as quickly as before. Grabbing his lap top, he climbed back into bed. He then pulled the covers over his head, and the small computer so that the extra light wouldn't affect Heero's sleep. As the monitor hummed, Trowa sat straight and crossed his legs before setting the computer on the sheet. He never noticed how loud the keys clicked when typing until he placed his password. He could only hope that the blankets draped around him would muffle them to the point that it wouldn't wake Heero. He considered hooking up the headset, but knew that no matter how softly he would speak, Heero would wake up. After considering longer, Trowa turned off the computer and closed it. He then slid out of bed and headed toward the desk for the note pad that they were going to use earlier for their game. Thankfully, they hadn't gotten pass the first hand. Unfortunately, the pad was small, more likely to use for notes instead of writing a novel. Given his options, Trowa sat cross legged on the carpet under the break in the curtains to start writing with the hotel's provided pen. He wrote as small as he could managed, and abbreviated as much as possible, and still the pad filled quickly. At the end of the last page of the note pad, Trowa's eyes wandered the room for something else to write on. The next hour, he wrote on anything and everything he could find. From letter heads, to business cards; restaurant menus and the survey cards. By three in the morning, he had run out of paper completely, but his thoughts continued to flow. Not knowing what else to do, he searched the room again for anything laying out in the open. Chancing to rummage his bag, or the night stand drawer would result in waking Heero. He didn't really want to do that. He was surprised that he was able to move freely about the room without waking his friend. For some reason, he pictured Heero the type to read over someone's shoulder. He wouldn't be able to work like that. Just as he was about to admit defeat, he found a final reserve.
"I hope we won't need any soon." Heero announced, startling Trowa to surprisingly realize he was standing there. Suddenly, Trowa felt foolish and he turned from the gaze. "Why didn't you use your computer?" "I didn't want to wake you." "Don't you have regular paper?" "It's in my bag." Heero leaned against the frame of the doorway with only one thought going through his mind. "So, why didn't you just bring the computer in here?" Trowa looked up, confusion clouding his green eyes. Apparently he hadn't thought about that. "That would have made too much sense." "How much did you get done?" Trowa glanced at the roll of toilet paper. "Three fourths of a roll." Heero snickered. "Are you going to be able to make it through today?" Reality set in, as did the pain of strenuously attempting to fit as much as possible on such little space. "Do I have a choice?" Heero kneeled next to his friend and picked up the beginning of the used paper. "Heero, don't." Trowa pleaded as he realized that Heero was going to read it. "Why?" "It's not finished, and it won't make sense without the others." That said, he began rolling it up instead of reading. Trowa was grateful for the understandment. "Got a little inspired there." "Just a little." Trowa ripped where he had stopped writing. "I was afraid that I would stifle your thoughts." "That wasn't the case." Trowa answered, though silently, he told Heero that it was just the opposite. Heero WAS his inspiration. Once the last was rolled, Heero stood and reached to help Trowa to his feet. Accepting the helping hand, he attempted to stand. Unfortunately, his legs were weak from sitting cross legged too long, causing him to fall further into Heero's arms. Both men were surprised by the sudden closeness. Neither were really expecting it. Trowa looked into the deep cobalt eyes a moment, wondering what his friend was thinking. "Sorry." He muttered slowly. "It's okay. You were just sitting too long." Trowa attempted to pull away, but Heero kept him close. "Wait until you at least get feeling back into your legs." For once, Trowa didn't want to feel his legs under him. Not if it meant he could stay like this in Heero's arms a while longer. Trowa closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of being close to Heero. He enjoyed any sort of contact with the stronger man, even if it was just a quick brush. Unfortunately, the feeling had returned to him, and he reluctantly pushed to stand on his own. "What time is it?" "Six. Do you want to go out for breakfast, or room service today?" "I don't think I can eat." Trowa informed as he accepted his work from Heero. That said, they left the bathroom. Trowa laid the toilet paper on the bed and headed for the window. "Do you know what order all that goes in?" "I didn't think to mark it, but I'll figure it out when I get ready to transfer." "I can help you transfer." "No. It's okay. I rather do it myself, just in case I want to add or change something." Heero nodded his understandment.
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