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"What Would You Do? "Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own GW or their boys, wish
I did. Warnings: None, really Pairings: none Summary: Hilde has made some danish and Heero appears to have the last one and Zechs wants it; badly. Rating: PG
" What Would You Do? "
Finally, the mission was over. Zechs slipped his long coat from his shoulders and hung it in his locker. After a tough mission like that, he was feeling refreshed. Probably from the solider part of him, that refused to rest. Compared to it, today's filing reports on it would seem more than boring. But then, that's exactly how it always was; an exhilarating mission followed by deathly boredom of reports. Sighing, he pushed his locker closed, and exited the empty room. The only good thing about the mission's end, was the fact that peace remained. "Good morning Zechs." Hilde cooed as he stepped into the main hall. "Good morning." "I made Danish last night, as a sort of 'after mission' refreshment." Zechs smiled warmly. It was a well known fact that everyone loved Hilde's Danish. They were far better than any bakery. "They're in the break room. Help yourself." "Thank you Hilde." "No problem. I made a lot more than last time. We all know how many Duo can wolf down." Zechs' smile faded. "Does he-" "No. You and Heero are the only ones thus far." Zechs wondered if that was just as bad. "I have to get to my station before I'm late. See ya." She waved, then took a running leave. Zechs waved back before dashing his own way to the break room. Last time Hilde baked, they were all gone before Zechs could have one. He then heard praises like never before of how wonderful they were. Since Danish was one of Zechs' favorite morning treats, he didn't want to miss out again. He appeared on the threshold of the break room to find Heero sitting in a chair, leaning back, and causally reading a rather thick book. Sitting on a plate next to him was one of Hilde's Danish. Zechs' eyes scanned the room, looking for the rest, but there weren't any in plain sight. Wordlessly, he stepped into the break room, and over to the microwave. He pressed the button and the door swung open. Okay, they weren't in there. Heero stopped reading and lifted his eyes to follow Zechs' moves. They weren't in the fridge, nor freezer. "There aren't any left." Heero stated matter of factly, and returned to reading. "What?" "The Danish are all gone." "Already?" "Well, except this one." Heero turned the page in his book and attempted not to notice Zechs' expression. "Hilde said we're the only ones that knew about them." "And?" "Where did you hide them?" "Why would I hide them?" "Because you did the same thing to Duo at the Christmas party." Heero snickered at the memory of Duo ransacking everything, searching for Hilde's famous cookies. The American had reacted more than Heero expected, but it was still fun to watch. "Well, that's Duo. What reason would I have to do it to you?" "I'll figure that out later. Just tell me where they are." "I already told you that they're gone." Zechs' eyed him crossly. "Look, people come in here for various reasons, mainly to punch in for their shift, and everyone that came in took, at least, one. Not to mention the people who walked by and happened to look in. Aside, Duo punched in twenty minutes ago." Zechs grit his teeth and silently cursed the American. Why did he have to be a pig all the time? "You are absolutely serious about this?" Heero nodded. "If looking more thoroughly makes you feel better, then go right ahead. I'll even play 'hot and cold' with you. Right now, you're a block of ice." "I can say the same for you. . . .so that's the last one?" "Yep." "Just about everyone else has already had one?" "Just about." "And I'm assuming you're one of them?" Heero grinned behind his book, already knowing where this was going; then again, he knew where this would be going even before Zechs started looking for the Danish. "I haven't had one yet." "I see. . . .I'll pay you." "Nope." "Pick up some extra hours for you." "Actually, I kind of need my hours to stay the same." "I'll buy you lunch for two weeks." "Duo and Trowa already have that covered." Zechs looked down at the plate, wanting badly to taste the source of all the praise he heard last time. He racked his brain for some way to talk Heero out of it. Somehow, he knew that guessing around it wasn't going to help. Aside, he only had a few minutes before he would have to punch in and start on his mission reports. "What do you want?" "I'd be careful phrasing that if I were you." Heero stated while turning to the next page in his book. Maybe the passive approach wasn't the way to go. After all, it wasn't Quatre or Duo he was trying to weasel the Danish from. . .it was Heero. Zechs leaned against the counter, wondering the best approach. "Relena's coming for a visit soon. I'm sure she'd love to give you a call, and set up a time to reminisce." "I don't like threats. Beside, I can easily change my number, and stay with Trowa the entire time she'd be here." "What's it going to take?" Heero chuckled as Zechs walked over to him and sat down across from the Japanese Preventer. "Well, it looks like you're hot." "Why thank you." Zechs cooed, half knowing that Heero was referring to his previous statement of playing 'hot and cold'. "Seduction isn't the way to go either." Zechs looked down at the Danish again, inhaling the sweet aroma. "If you even think about taking it and running, just remember that I'm faster than you." Zechs looked up at Heero. "There's a reason Duo stopped stealing from me." "Can I have half?" Heero snapped his book shut and looked over at Zechs. His deep blue eyes stared at him a moment as if he had just asked to pilot his Gundam. "Have you even looked at the size of this? Taking half leaves nearly nothing on either side." Zechs sighed and sat back in his chair. His eyes studied Heero's expression, wondering what else he could try. "Can I please, just have the Danish?" "Why are you asking me?" That said, Heero grabbed his book, and stood to leave. "When I saved it for you. All you had to do was ask." Grinning, Heero stepped from the room, hearing a faint thud behind him. ~ ~ * ~
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