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"Out of the Blue"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
Technically. Untechnically…*grin* I’ll give them back when
I’m through playing with them. In the not-to-foreseeable future.
Maybe. Pairings: 1x3, 4x5, 2xH Warnings: Lemon, action, twisted and dry humor,
EWWT (Eternal Waltz, what’s that?) some Relena bashing (sorry,
she’s just easy to pick on!) Rating: NC-15 or NC-17 Author’s Notes: Nyx actually can be blamed
for this. She emailed me, requesting that I write a 1x3. So here it
is. *huggles* Thanks for pouncing on me! I wanted this idea out and
done with. It was beginning to bug me. Summary: Heero calls Trowa in for help in order to protect the Gundams, but keeping the Gundams out of dangerous hands isn't the only thing on his agenda. "Out of the Blue "
Once is happenstance; twice is coincidence; three times is enemy action.
8:59 pm 11:43 pm 11:40 pm And what were we doing? Systems checks, of course. It had been at least four months since I had seen Heavyarms, and I wanted to make sure that everything was functioning properly. Heero and Duo rather felt the same way. Heero and I had our work cut out for us, however. Him thawing out Wing, and me getting all of the red clay off of Heavyarms. I *knew* it had been a bad idea to bury him in the mountainside… We did sleep for a few hours around dawn, then we were back in the hangar. By this point we were fairly sure that everything was still up to spec. But we had discovered that Relena wouldn’t venture down here willingly, so we started work on tracing the hacker down there. Heero had removed the database from the main system as soon as he discovered what was happening, but we had no way of knowing if the hacker had copied over a mirror of it just in case. Heero gave Duo the task of smudging the information on the main system to cover where we had hidden the Gundams this time, while he and I focused on finding the identity of our sneak. For hours I sat at a hodge-podge stack of crates and a huge sheet of metal that served as a desk next to Heero, reviewing screen after screen of information. Whoever this guy was, he was good. We dead-ended a few times, and had to trace our steps back to see which assumption had led us the wrong way. Lunch came and went without notice until Duo’s stomach gave a loud rumble. “Heh. I think we’d better take a break.” He stood, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back a little. “I’ll go fetch some sandwiches or something, kay?” “Hn.” “Hn.” Heero and I exchanged looks, smirked, then returned our eyes to the screen. I could hear Duo muttering to himself as he walked for the elevator. “What, were you guys Siamese twins in a previous life or something? Jeez, maybe I should just start calling them Thing One and Thing Two—” The elevator doors hissed closed and I gave them a wry glance before focusing on the screen again. Heero rose to stretch out his legs, pacing a short path behind my chair. “You know what truly bothers me?” I murmured to no one in particular. “I can’t see his motivations. Why steal seven Gundams? They’re rather hard to hide once you have them.” “Revenge. War. Leverage.” “Money.” I added thoughtfully. “It could be any one of those. We have no way of knowing.” “We fought before in the war without knowing everyone’s motivations.” “I know. That’s why I don’t like it.” “Hn.” Heero snorted in agreement. “We’re getting closer.” “Yes, we are.” Idly I turned back to the screen, tracing a path that we hadn’t already looked at. Heero came up behind me and leaned on the back of my chair, head right next to mine. The finger on the mouse faltered slightly as his scent poured over my senses. Wow. He smells really good. Subtly I inhaled a lungful. Oh yeah. *Really* good. Whatever shampoo he uses has mint in it somewhere. His proximity was having an interesting effect on my libido, which had perked up as Heero drew closer and started making some demands. I put it back into lockdown, but it wasn’t easy. The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that I hadn’t been laid in about two years. Juices started churning, and it was becoming harder and harder to focus on the screen. Heero shifted slightly, leaning forward so that he could see the screen better. His arm fell from the back of the chair to my shoulder in the process. His bare hand hit my tank top covered shoulder and the next click heard wasn’t from the computer, but from my brain when it shut off. “Trowa?” Breathe, I told myself firmly. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat. “What?” “Are you alright?” “Fine.” Respiration wasn’t supposed to require this much effort, dammit. “I’m going to take a walk outside and clear my head.” Maybe dunk myself into a cold shower while I was at it. “Be back in five.” “Hn.” I could feel Heero’s eyes on my back as I walked out, but didn’t dare turn around. I was still having trouble breathing, and I just knew I was flushed. I didn’t want him to know what kind of an effect he had on me. + “Heeeero~!” On cue, all three of us groaned. Her Pushy Pinkness had arrived. Relena appeared in front of our makeshift work area, every hair in place, and daggers shooting out of her eyes. For a pacifist, she truly has a scary temper. “What are you doing down here? And what makes you think that it is acceptable that FOUR Gundams be stored under my palace?! The only reason why I agreed to Tallgeese being here was because Milliardo asked me!” Actually, he hadn’t. But I wasn’t going to mention that. Heero didn’t even bother to look up. Or answer. Duo did that. “We’re looking for the hacker, Lena.” His voice added a ‘duh’ to the end of the sentence. “I know that!” She snapped back at him. Relena really has never cared much for Duo. “I want to know why you’re working *down* *here* when there is a computer lab upstairs built for such a search!” Because you would interrupt us. Of course, I couldn’t exactly say that— “Because you would interrupt us.” Heero told her bluntly, eyes glued to the screen. --but then, Heero doesn’t have as much tact as I do. I’ve heard of the phrase ‘having a conniption’ before, but I had never seen one. It isn’t pretty. Relena’s face went bright red, and sparks started to fly from her eyes. She seemed to grow about five feet too. “Oh, so I’m ~bothering~ you?” Her voice dripped sweetly. “*So* sorry, I didn’t realize I was such a *disturbance*.” Those blue eyes flashed dangerously on the last word. Duo, who was standing slightly behind her, winced theatrically. I was looking covertly for something to duck under. I had an idea of what kind of explosion Heero’s next words would set off. Heero didn’t even glance at her. He just started typing rapidly. Okay, silence in this case was worse than saying anything. Duo lifted his hand, fingers closing one at a time in a silent countdown. 5. Relena tensed as the silence stretched. 4. There wasn’t anything that I could duck behind. Damn it. Resigning myself to being in the blasting radius, I closed my eyes instead. 3. 2. “HEERO! STOP IGNORING ME!” Relena’s hand closed over Heero’s shoulder, shaking him roughly. Okay, yelling was one thing. But I didn’t want her touching him. Catching her wrist, I forcefully shoved her back, rising to my feet as I did so. As she gaped at me, I moved close enough so that I loomed over her. “Yes, Relena, we are ignoring you.” The words were said with menacing softness. “Because right now we are focused on something more important than you. Respect that and let us work.” When I let her wrist go, she was shaking slightly, eyes huge in her face. “You dare to threaten me?” The smile that crossed briefly over my face wasn’t at all nice. “I’m a mercenary, Relena. I don’t do ‘threaten’.” All of her earlier anger left, leaving her white in the face. She stumbled back a pace, eyes darting uncertainly toward Heero. I followed the glance, and saw that Heero was watching me carefully. His eyes met mine, a question hanging between us. Only then did it occur to me what had happened. When Relena had attacked him, a mental switch had been flipped in my head. Protection Mode: On. “Go back upstairs, Relena.” Heero ordered softly. “I’ll tell you when we find something.” Nodding shakily she spun around and almost ran to the elevators. When she was out of sight, I frowned. “I hadn’t realized that she was that afraid of me.” “Tro, buddy, you even had ME scared for a moment there.” Duo bounced forward and pushed the tip of my nose in. “Protection Mode: Off!” Blink. “Hn.” “Let’s get back to work.” Heero suggested. + Three days of sitting in front of a computer had us all a little on edge, so we called for a break. I went to the nearest gym and worked off some of my frustration, and Duo and Heero went to the dojo to work off theirs. I was soaked in sweat by the time that I was done, but I felt more clearheaded than I had an hour ago. I went through the back halls of the palace to avoid running into anyone important, at least until I had a shower. As I unlocked my door and went in, an anomaly drifted to my ears. Either my shower was possessed by a spirit of Broadway, or there was someone in my bathroom. I highly doubted the Sanc Palace was haunted, so I went to investigate option number two. But as I drew closer, I realized it wasn’t necessary. I recognized the voice. Heero. Heero was in my shower. Correction: Heero was SINGING in my shower. And surprisingly well. He even knew all the lyrics to ‘Singing in the Rain’. I settled on the bed, knowing that he would be out soon. The longest time that I’ve ever seen Heero in a shower was when he had a broken leg and had to avoid getting the caste wet. And even then it only took him twenty minutes. Within a minute of settling on the mattress the water shut off. Then Heero came out, with only a towel around his waist. Breathe in. Out. Repeat. Damn, but he’s *developed*. And that towel is very skimpy, thank god. Pant. Drool. Wipe the lust off your face, Barton… “Is there any particular reason why you’re using my shower?” My voice was a little huskier than usual, but normal enough I thought. Heero paused in drying his hair with a towel. “Let me get dressed and I’ll show you. I won’t do it justice if I tried to explain.” “Okay.” Breathe. In. Out. Repeat. I pointedly turned my back to him when he reached for his boxers and let the towel drop. I heard the rustle of material as he changed, and had to force myself to not peek. OZ torture was nothing compared to sitting on a bed with a half naked Heero behind you. I wanted to help dry him off. With my tongue. Five minutes later, I was standing in front of Heero’s bathroom, gawking. Pink. Someone had painted Heero’s bathroom pink. Not just ice pink, but a princess pink kind of pink. There were even pink bows on the light fixtures. And pink bow soaps. With pink embroidered hand towels. In a daze I shut the door again. “It’s…pink.” “I know.” “Why?” My brain wasn’t up to the necessary mental contortions needed in order to understand why someone would willingly paint a bathroom pink. “I’ll give you one guess.” “Ah…” There was only one person I could think of that would dare to desecrate a bathroom in such a manner. “Relena decided to re-decorate?” “Hn.” “Use my shower any time.” I offered. “No guy should have to deal with…that.” He nodded to me in acknowledgement. “I will.” ~*~*~*~
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