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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 Five
Trowa didn’t take his eyes from the book in his lap. “He’s restless.” “So he paces around meaninglessly?” Trowa let the book fall closed for a moment, checked
to make sure Quatre was upstairs (and out of hearing) before replying.
“He doesn’t have anything to do, Wufei. We’re snowbound
up here, with more snow on the way god help us, and no idea of when
we can leave. Sandrock is in perfect condition, he’s read everything
in this house—excluding your books, which he *can’t* Wufei was a little astounded at the lengthy response. Maybe Quatre’s pacing was beginning to irritate the other teen as well. “Can’t you distract him?” “Tried.” “Ah.” It wouldn’t be so bad if Wufei could find a way of closing himself off from Quatre’s nervous pacing, but the Arabian paced around the whole bloody house. And the few times Wufei had tried to close himself off in his room, the blond would check up on him every five minutes. It was beginning to bug him. Hm. “I had a cousin with a kitten once. The cat had a very annoying habit of trying to climb on top of the bookshelf, knocking everything off.” Trowa gave him a puzzled ‘where is this going?’ look. “In order to train the cat out of the habit, he kept a mist bottle with him and squirted it with water when the kitten attempted to climb anything.” Wufei arched an elaborate eyebrow. Despite himself, Trowa found himself contemplating the idea. “Are you suggesting squirting him whenever he starts pacing?” “At least when he’s in the same room with us. If he wants to pace nervously, fine, but he shouldn’t be driving us crazy in the process.” “…but we don’t have any mist bottles.” “No,” Wufei agreed with disconsolate sigh. “We’ll have to make do with the two supersoakers Duo has tucked under his bed.” “Darn,” Trowa agreed, mouth quirking suspiciously. “Well, it should do the same job. In theory.” “I’m sure it will work splendidly,” Wufei agreed dryly. + Quatre bolted into Heero and Duo’s room, spun about and locked the door behind him. He held onto the handle with both hands, just in case. “Quatre, what the hell are you doing?” The blond flashed a quick, wan smile over his shoulder to Heero. “Um, if I promise to stay still and quiet will you let me stay in here?” Heero considered him in silence. Quatre was literally drenched in spots, hair wet and mussed, clothes sticking to him in places. Because of Duo, he knew the symptoms of a water gun attack well enough—it was just odd to see it in the dead of winter. “Why are you wet?” Quatre gave him another sheepish smile. “They…um…kind of got irritated with me for pacing around.” “…so they shot you with water guns?” And how had they gotten any water guns? Duo was the only person he knew of that had some. And he hadn’t left the room all day…except that one five minute snack run. Hm. Well, they were Gundam pilots after all. “Trowa said something about ‘training me out of bad habits’…” Heero gave him a confused look then shrugged. “Fine. Just don’t wake up Duo.” Duo could sleep through earthquakes, mobile suit attacks, or the end of the world during his ‘naps’ so Quatre wasn’t terribly worried about that. He nodded meekly and settled onto the foot of Duo’s bed as Heero went back to…whatever it was he was doing on his laptop. [ten minutes later] Heero turned a little to check up on Quatre, not at all surprised to see him curled around Duo’s feet, sound asleep. Shaking his head, he returned his attention to the laptop and let them sleep. It meant peace for him, anyway. + “Guys!” Quatre rushed into the planning room/study, waving sheets of paper around. “I just checked the weather. If we leave in the next twenty minutes, we should be able to get out of the area before the next snowstorm hits.” Heero set down the gun he had been cleaning (for the fifth time) to look up at him with sharp interest. “Are you sure?” “Yes, but we really need to get out of here in no more than twenty minutes.” Glances were exchanged between all five pilots, but it was pretty much unanimous. They were sick of snow, sick of being stuck in a house and not able to really venture outside that much, and really wanted out. Duo popped up from where he had been lounging, taking his manga with him. “Just please tell me the next place is going to be somewhere *warm*.” “Southern California,” Quatre answered promptly. “Oh *yeah*!” That was all Duo needed to hear. The air vacuumed behind him as he sped out the door. Trowa hadn’t even waited to hear where they were going next. As long as it was somewhere different, he didn’t care. He started unhooking his laptop and storing it into a case with very quick movements. Wufei and Heero were emulating him. Fifteen minutes later, burdened with dufflebags and backpacks, they struggled through the snow (the only reason it was possible to move outside at all was because Heero had insisted on keeping something of a trail open to the Gundams) to their metal partners, loaded up, and gratefully blasted up and away. Quatre sent everyone the coordinates, just in case they were separated, but he led the way. As an Arabian and colony child, the idea of snow had been a novel one and rather entertaining the first few days. However, the novelty had worn off very quickly when he realized he couldn’t go outside and get into things. He’d only seen snow once before, after all, on that mission with Trowa. And at that point they hadn’t ventured outside at all, preferring to stay inside This recent experience with snow had taught him that snow was Bad. He was more than ready to leave the area. Duo, naturally had the appropriate song as they flew out of the area. “I’d be safe and warm if I were in LA. California dreaming on such a winter’s day~!” <Baka.> “But one with a good point, ne?” <Hn.> + The safehouse was one of Quatre’s ‘vacation’ houses on the outskirts of the Tehachapi Mountains. A large stucco two-story, it had an in ground pool in the back (with a spa nearby), a private airfield and hangar on the property, and enough security to meet even Heero’s standards. They remained responsible Gundam pilots long enough to see their suits properly shut down and placed in the hangar—then they tore out of the hangar as one, heading for the spa. Trunks were deemed unanimously unnecessary, as were shirts and shoes. They stripped the offensive articles off as they tore into the backyard, then jostled each other like jockeys in the homestretch as they tried to beat each other for the prime spots in the hot tub. Once settled into hot water, everyone relaxed with a sigh of pure bliss. “Warm,” Duo murmured dreamily. “Very warm,” Quatre murmured in the same tone. Trowa was sunk low enough to where only his eyes were above water. He didn’t seem to care that the tip of his bangs were soaked, either. Heero was stretched out in one of the ‘prime’ spots, the area curved so that a person could be comfortably reclined and in front of strategically placed jets. Considering that all the good places were taken, Wufei chose to use Quatre and Duo’s legs as ‘arms’ and settled in the middle of the spa, his arms hooked over their thighs. “Heero.” Wufei’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the warm sun on his face and the gentle jets massaging his body. “Hn.” Heero didn’t even bother looking at him. “The next time you have a safehouse somewhere cold, you’re going *alone*.” “I don’t have any safehouses in cold places,” Heero informed him with a suspicious curve to his mouth. Duo snickered. “Let me guess. You erased ‘em.” The curve turned into a wicked smile. “That’s my man! So guys, now that we’re all warm and comfy, what are we going to do next?” “Eat take-out,” Quatre responded immediately. “Pizza. And junk food.” “And watch old horror movies,” Duo added, feeling very enthused by the idea. They hadn’t had any fast food for nearly three weeks. Or been near a video store, for that matter. “To do that,” Wufei pointed out dryly, “we have to get out of the tub.” Quatre and Duo exchanged looks. “Rock-paper-scissors?” Duo offered. “Or we could just make Heero do it.” Heero glared. “Why me?” “Because it was your bright idea to go up there in the first place,” Duo told him. Trowa took his head out of the water long enough to say “I second that motion.” “Any objections?” Quatre asked. “Yes!” Heero glared at them. “Any other objections? No? Motion carried. Heero, go call Dominoes and see if you can get the video store to deliver.” “…” Heero sullenly pulled himself to his feet and started getting out of the tub. “Don’t anyone take my spot.” With a last warning glare, he went into the house and presumably hunting for a phone and a phone book. Wufei waited five seconds, then slid elegantly into Heero’s deserted seat. “Wufei,” Quatre queried in amusement, “do you have a death wish?” “This is quite a good spot. I can see why Heero likes it.” “…it’s your funeral.” + Heero absolutely refused to deliver the pizza to the hot tub, so they were forced to get out of the steaming water in order to eat. Once out, Duo naturally had to go exploring. And just as naturally, he stumbled upon the Game Room. Upon really spending time in the American’s company, Quatre had made the swift realization that if wanted any peace in the house, a Game Room was necessary. Once inside that room, Duo would be entertained for hours and the other occupants of the house would be able to have a measure of peace. Quatre had ordered a game room set up in all of his safe houses (and Trowa’s) just for that reason alone. This time, Duo was not in the mood to play games by himself and dragged Quatre with him. “Come on, Q, play with me!” “I am not playing Halo,” Quatre returned firmly, allowing himself to be dragged. Duo always whined when he lost. “Naw, you have Dance Dance Revolution here. Let’s do that.” Quatre recognized the competitive gleam in his team mate’s eyes all too well. He narrowed his own in a pointed glare. “You think you can beat me, don’t you?” Duo grinned. “Ah now, Q, did I say that?” Still fuming, Quatre went to the machine and flipped it on. “I am going to make you *beg* for mercy!” + Three in the morning, Trowa gave up trying to sleep without Quatre and threw the covers back. He shrugged into his favorite green sweatshirt as he exited his room, almost bumping into Wufei in the process. “Uh Sorry.” Wufei waved the apology away. He had just been returning to his bed after checking to see if either of his insane team mates had finally collapsed. “They’re still going.” “They’ve been at it for nearly ten hours straight.” “I know.” “You’d think they’d collapse from exhaustion by now.” “I know. Wait another half hour, and they might.” Trowa shook his head and turned back into his room. Some things were simply beyond his comprehension. ~*~*~*~
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