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"All Through The Night "Written By: Honor Disclaimer: They aren’t mine. The boys are
actually quite grateful for this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Shonen-ai, language, wacky humor, emotional
angst, romance, yaoi, and I’m acting like the war lasts two years
and Eternal Waltz didn’t happen Spoilers: Er…yeah, maybe. It would help if
you watch the series first. Pairings: 2x5, 3x4 established Summary: Sequel to Persistence ~dream/ thought~ /thought/ *emphasized* " All Through The Night " Chapter Two
A great, desolate sigh escaped the Chinese teen. It had been only two days since he’d fallen apart and his teammates had rushed into his room to comfort him. One day since he had decided that being alone wasn’t worth the effort and that if he were to have any prayer of finding happiness, he needed to learn how to treat his ‘family’ with at least proper respect and support, if nothing else. Since that moment, he was beginning to seriously doubt his sanity in making such a snap decision. It was not Quatre or Trowa that made him doubt. They were actually pleasantly surprised at his effort to at least be a civil housemate. It had become much more…comfortable with them, even though he had only been trying for a little over twenty four hours. Heero, naturally, was still on a mission so he wasn’t part of the equation yet. But Duo… Something wearing black with a long braid attached flew into his room and bounced on the bed until it was leaning over him at very close proximity. “Come watch TV with me.” Duo was determined to not leave him alone for any significant amount of time. He’d been granted an hour and a half of peace this morning because the braided sha zi had a few minor repairs to Deathscythe…that was the exception, the rest of the time he usually only managed fifteen or twenty minutes to himself. While Duo’s presence did make him feel rather, well, liked and warm, it did not mean that Wufei was entirely comfortable with having so much devoted attention. He wasn’t sure what to do about it either. “Duo—” “You’ll like it,” Duo promised faithfully. “It’s an old TV show they used to run called Mythbusters.” “…if this is anything like that old cartoon Ghostbusters, then no.” “No, I swear it isn’t. These guys use actual science to prove or disprove old earth myths.” Actually, that did sound rather interesting. “How long are the shows?” “I think it’s 45 minutes or so.” He could handle 45 minutes. “Hn. Fine.” + ’45 minutes’ somehow stretched into four hours without Wufei noticing. He was absolutely fascinated by how these people, using relatively basic technology, managed to prove or disprove myths he had never even heard of. The one about the Chinese astronaut—he’d actually heard about that one—was particularly interesting, as was the one about the Confederate Rocket. Wufei was infinitely glad that Duo had the entire series on DVD. It would have been vexing to have to catch it off television. Duo very nearly crowed when the last episode on the disc ended and Wufei started staring at the DVD box set thoughtfully, as if contemplating whether he wanted to watch more right this minute or not. They’d watched five episodes altogether, and he couldn’t have been more pleased with his friend’s reaction. “I knew you’d like this.” Wufei gave him a slight smile. “I do. What they manage with such basic technology is quite impressive.” Duo buffed his fingernails against his shirt. “I’m good. So, now that I have you suitably addicted to at least *one* TV show, will you allow me to addict you to something else?” Wufei eyed him warily. “Answer a question first.” “Oookkaaayy.” It took three long seconds before Wufei felt he could just bluntly ask the question. “Why are you doing this?” Duo blinked. “Uh, you mean hanging out with you?” “Yes. No. I mean—” Wufei blew out a breath and tried again. “Why are you spending so much time with me?” /Are you afraid of what might happen if I am left alone for any real amount of time?/ “Hm. Coupla reasons, I guess. I think you’ve
been alone enough, and I’m trying to balance out the scales a
little. And you’re fun to hang out with, too. I mean, usually
your really touchy and angry and stuff, but once you let go of that,
you’re actually pretty It was Wufei’s turn to blink a little stupidly. “That…was more blunt than I had planned on.” Duo just grinned at him. “You asked.” “Yes,” Wufei agreed sardonically. “I did.” “Do you…mind?” “Just let me have at least a few hours to myself from time to time.” Wufei smiled to take the sting out of the words. “Unlike you social creatures, I need time with my own thoughts.” Duo relaxed and flashed him a trademark smile. “No problem, man, but I can’t guarantee much of that! You’re just going to have to get used to me. Now, shall we do Babylon 5 or put in really horrible sci-fi movies from the 1940’s and make fun of them?” Wufei considered that thoughtfully. “Do I get an option three?” + In the end, option three had been both of them. Babylon 5 was much better than expected, and making fun of old sci-fi movies very entertaining between Duo’s comments and his. They’d stayed up very late (or was it very early?) in the morning and crashed on the thankfully large living room couch. Wufei stared at the peaceful face cuddled close to his chest and felt something in his chest give a little. Without the dark look of Shinigami, or that mile wide shit-eating grin, Duo looked…beautiful. Peaceful. The most insane urge to protect him sunk into Wufei like a dragon’s talons, and no matter how he argued or tried to shake off the idea, it stubbornly clung. Duo didn’t need protecting, in many ways he was more capable of surviving in the world than Wufei himself. The protest fell on deaf ears. “Do you realize what you are doing?” The whisper was so soft it barely touched the air. “With all of your good intentions and smiles—do you realize what the result will be?” Duo didn’t even stir in his arms, just slept deeply. “No,” Wufei answered quietly. “You don’t know. But it’s alright, Duo. I’ll let you work your magic on me, regardless. I’ll follow where you lead.” The decision felt right, as nothing else had in years. At peace with himself in at least one regard he let his eyes fall closed and followed Duo into deep and comforting sleep. + It took a couple of seconds upon waking to figure it out. Of course, Quatre wasn’t usually that awake in the mornings anyway, which might have slowed down the process a little. Apart from the very happy report his body was giving him (nothing really unusual about that, a night of making love with Trowa usually brought about those results) and the rejuvenated feeling of a good night’s sleep, there was something else…different. When it finally hit him *what* was different, Quatre gave a startled laugh of delight. That, naturally, woke up his lover. Trowa pried one eyelid open to glare at him. “Quatre, what can be so damn funny this early in the morning?” “Wufei,” Quatre answered immediately. “He’s not even in the room!” Trowa protested, still feeling grumpy. Morning person, he was not. Quatre batted the statement away. “No, no, no. Remember how I told you earlier how Wufei was a mass of anger and pain?” Not really. At this point of the morning (the coffee-less point, that is) Trowa could barely remember his own name. “Yeah…?” “Well, some of its gone!” Trowa waited a full ten seconds for that to process. “Are you suggesting he’s healing?” “Um-hm! Isn’t it great? I can’t feel that much pain from him anymore. Or anger, for that matter. Darnit, if I had known that Duo would be able to work this kind of a miracle in just three days, I would have sic’d him on Wufei *long* before this! Nothing I tried worked.” Quatre, strategist and people person that he was, immediately started thinking about that. “I wonder what he did that was different from my attempts?” Trowa groaned and snuggled more deeply into his pillow. He’d let Quatre figure it out. Personally, all he was interested in was going back to sleep. + Heero walked in just as the sun was contemplating on coming up over the mountains. He was bone weary from the last mission, and more than ready to collapse in a bed for a few hours. Hopefully Duo would let him sleep for the day without bugging him. As he walked through the living room, he realized that there was a foot on the arm. Huh? Did Duo fall asleep on the couch again? It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d stayed up all night watching some series or other on tv. Curious, he walked closer and bent over to have a look. Wufei…? Frowning slightly, he took in the sight of his best friend curled up with another friend. It was so odd to see it, Wufei barely allowed anyone to touch him, much less curl up with him like that. What was going on? On very rare occasions, Duo had climbed into bed with
him when Heero had nightmares. And Heero knew that before he left,
Wufei had been having nightmares—bad ones. Enough to keep him
awake at all hours of the night. Maybe night after night of such horrible
dreams had finally eroded even the dragon’s stern control, letting
him seek some comfort with Duo. It would make But why on the couch? Why not in Wufei’s bed? Any bed?
+ “Hee-chan!” “Duo, don’t call me that. And stop bouncing on the bed, I just made it.” “You’ve been typing that stupid report for hours. Give it a rest already and come play with me.” Heero let out a breath, which was as close as he could get to really sighing. He’d been given the hours of sleep that he wanted, but once Duo was up he was ready to play. Heero, however, had postponed writing his after mission report in favor of some much needed sleep. He really needed to get it done. With a glare at the person still semi-bouncing on his bed he patiently repeated himself. “Duo, I have to get this done. Let me finish and then we’ll do something.” Duo sighed and accepted the compromise. “Fine.” With a final bounce—Heero growled behind him—he went out of the room and looked for something to do. Hm…wonder what Fei was doing? Probably reading. Well, he could definitely interrupt that. + An hour later, Duo had finally managed to drag Wufei to the living room (and away from his book, the Chinese teen was so predictable) and talked him into a game of Halo. Since Wufei had never played before, he figured he could win the first round easy. Alas, that was not the case. “I see you now!” “No you don’t,” Wufei disagreed. “I’m not there.” “Oh.” Duo gave the screen a perplexed look. “Then where are you?” “HA! Like I’m telling you.” “Hey! That’s not fair.” “Who said I’m fair?” “AH HA! That’s where you are!” “Zao goa!” “I’m gonna shoot you~!” “Oh no you’re not!” “Reeaaallly? Why? Oh *crap*!” “Because I just shot you,” Wufei returned with great satisfaction. “I don’t see any bullets! And I’m still moving!” “Look behind you.” “*MOTHER*!” Duo stared at the bazooka aimed at his poor guy and started whimpering. “Don’t shoot me down in the prime of my life!” “You can always hit reboot.” “Hm…good idea!” “*Not* now! Let me save firs—Maxwell, you are a dead man.” “Nope, rebooting has reviving abilities, remember?” “I wasn’t referring to the game,” Wufei grumbled darkly. “Oh…uh…I’m thinking snack!” Duo bolted for the kitchen. “Get back here you cowardly sha zi!” “Stop cussing me out in Chinese!” Duo called merrily over his shoulder. Wufei glared at the doorway. “I have not yet begun to cuss you out, Maxwell!” “That’s a really bad parody, Wuffee!” The dragon groaned and popped his head over the couch so he could be heard clearly. “Will you call me by my proper *name*?!” “But I can’t say Sylvester, WUFFERS!” Wufei rolled his eyes. “And *I* was the one doing the bad parodies?” + Unnoticed on the stairs, someone stood and watched them play. In silence he watched for a long time, then turned and walked away without making his presence known. ~*~*~*~*~
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