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"Nolens Volens: Willing or Not"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: If they’re yours, do you want
to play a round or two of poker? Pairings: 1x5, 3x4 (established) Rating: R Spoilers: Iie. Warnings: AU, lemon, violence, language, some
angst, romance Archived: grinsngiggles.150m.com, Gundam Wing
Diaries Betas: Velvet Author’s Insane Babbling: *emphasized or sound* /thought/
"Nolens Volens: Willing or Not " Epilogue
“Quuuuaaaatree~!” Besides, the cane came in handy. Heero smirked and nudged his cane a bit so he could open the office door a little more, the easier to eavesdrop by. “The whole thing is a dirty lie! Wufei only said that because he’s getting back at me for making him teach!” Duo’s irritation was audible through the crack in the door. “You know enough to do surgery,” Quatre pointed out reasonably. “Sure, but not enough to teach it! Besides, I’m lousy at teaching!” “Duo, you forget that I’ve watched you perform surgery. I’ve seen how good you are firsthand. Besides, my master surgeon thinks you can do the job.” “Your master surgeon is a vindictive bastard who is trying to take me down with him!” Heero bit his lip to keep from laughing. Actually, Duo had a pretty good grasp of the situation. “Dr. Maxwell.” Uh-oh. Quatre had gone into First Admiral mode. “You will teach Advanced Surgery.” “…the next time you’re sick, I’m going to force every vile tasting potion I can lay hands on down your throat.” “No doubt,” Quatre answered complacently. “Good thing I never get sick. Send Heero in on your way out, won’t you?” Duo stalked out a moment later. “The workaholic wants you,” he growled. Heero nodded and stood, watching in amusement as Duo walked away, muttering darkly under his breath. Poor Duo. He went in, not at all surprised to see Quatre with a sadistically pleased smile on his face. “Hello, Heero.” The blond’s eyes darted to the cane in concern. “Wufei told me that you didn’t need that anymore.” “I fought for three months to have this cane.” “…and now that you have it, you’re not giving it up?” Quatre hazarded. “It’s the principal of the thing,” Heero confirmed. He took a seat, settling in easily. “So what’s this about?” “Just checking up on you. Our schedules are so insane this is the only way I can really get a decent talk in with you. Everything’s going well?” “Very well. Ever since Sally arrived Wufei’s been able to slow down.” This was a god send. Neither of them had handled being apart very well. After two weeks of limited time spent with each other, tempers were just a tad short. “She’s a good addition,” Quatre acknowledged. “I think she’s as good as Wufei. I can only hope all of the doctors prove to be of that caliber. What about your training course? I assume Wufei would have said something—at great length and volume—if I had been overworking you.” Heero snorted. “I’m fine. I want to incorporate some field training in the course, but nothing extensive.” “It better not be. I’ll never hear the end of it if it is.” “And you?” Heero challenged. “You’re the one who likes to put too many irons in the fire.” “You forget, I have my own self-appointed keeper.” Quatre’s smile was rueful. “True,” Heero smirked. “I’m supposed to meet him for lunch. Why don’t you snag Wufei and join us?” Heero nodded in acceptance. “We better leave Duo alone for the day.” Quatre rolled his eyes. “The way he’s feeling, he might poison my food. And Wufei’s.” “I wouldn’t put it past him.” Heero followed Quatre out of the room, nearly forgetting his cane. He doubled back to grab it, twirling the cane in his hand absently as he caught up with Quatre. “You really don’t need that thing do you?” “Like I said, it’s the principal of the thing…” ~*~*~*~
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