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" Head Tripped "Written By: Presser Pairings : 1+2, 2xOC, 3x4 strongly implied Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Lemon, supernatural theme, angst, abuse,
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"Head Tripped" ~11~ Wufei's head snapped up from the kitchen table as Duo Maxwell barged through the back door of the safehouse. "Outta my way, 'Fei." Duo kicked the chair in his path, sending it tumbling to the floor. He marched through the den and began to climb the stairs. Wufei remained at the table, eyes wide and mouth open, too surprised to do more than stare after Duo. "Wufei! What's going on down there?" Quatre's light tenor sounded strident from the upper floor. He headed to the top of the stairs and was met by Duo. Murderous eyes and a jutting jaw told Quatre to get out of his way. As Duo pushed Quatre roughly with both hands, the young blonde yelled. "Trowa! Heero! Duo's back!" "Shut the hell up, Quat!" Duo spat through clenched teeth. The door to Heero's room flew open. Heero charged into the hallway, Trowa right behind him. Duo pushed between the two boys and kicked the door to his bedroom open, then turned to glare at the three pilots. "Don't ANYbody say a word! Not one! Leave me alone! It's none of your business where I've been or what I've been doing. I want to be left alone - do you understand? Knock on this door or even THINK about trying to come in, and you'll be very sorry you bothered the God of Death!" Duo's chest heaved as he drew breath quickly. He entered his room and slammed the door. The sound of the door banging shut shook Heero into action. He walked quickly to Duo's door and shouted. "Duo! I need to talk to you! Open up!" Heero rattled the doorknob; it refused to give to his pressure. "Duo! Unlock the damn door! I have something I have to say to you!" Silence. "Duo!" Heero screamed. When no answer came, he savagely kicked the door twice. Trowa and Quatre stood watching, stunned. Heero stood breathing heavily, nostrils flaring. The other two pilots watched warily, not sure whether to restrain Heero or help him break down the door. As Heero turned his head to look at the couple, Duo flung the door open, slamming it against the chest of drawers on the wall behind it. "What the FUCK do you have to say to me, Yuy? What in the FUCK can't wait till I get some sleep?" Heero snapped his head back front and center, glaring at Duo. Their eyes locked in battle. "Nothing? After all that, you've got nothing to say to me?" Duo spat on the floor, then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Heero took a step forward. "Duo, I - let me come in and talk to you." "Why? So you can tell me how fucked up I am?" "No, Duo, I want to -" "You want to pity me? Is that it?" "Duo, listen to me, I just want to -" "Don't go getting all mushy on me, Yuy." The sarcasm was thick in Duo's throat. "I'm 'touched' by your concern, but believe me, there's nothing to worry about." "I'm not so sure, Duo. I think there's plenty to worry about, and I want - want to be there for you, help you get through it." Duo screamed. "What the FUCK do you know about getting through THIS? Well?" Heero looked at Trowa and Quatre, his eyes pleading with them. Quatre linked his arm with Trowa's and pulled him down the hall. "We'll be downstairs if either of you need anything," he said. Heero looked back at Duo. "Duo, give me five minutes. That's all I ask." "You've got two." Both boys glared into each other's eyes. "Let me come in." Duo hit the door with his elbow - it had swung back against him - and stomped into the room. Heero followed. Duo threw himself on the bed, face up to the ceiling, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Heero sat on the edge of the bed, near the foot.
“Kitchen,” Quatre mouthed silently. He led Trowa and Wufei to the table by the small refrigerator. Once there, Quatre guided Trowa to sit. He stood behind his lover, both hands on Trowa’s shoulders, facing Wufei, whose face was a mix of concern, anger, and bewilderment. “What went on up there?” Wufei hissed. “I didn’t know whether to come up or not. I almost did, but it sounded like Heero had things in hand.” “Barely,” Trowa said. One hand went to his shoulder to lightly stroke Quat’s hand there. “Duo stomped in, all lit up,” Quatre said. “You had to have seen that, right?” Wufei nodded. “Well, he marched up the stairs - that’s when I yelled down to you to see what the commotion was - and I met him at the top of the stairs. He pushed me out of his way, and I yelled for Heero and Trowa. Duo went into his room before anyone had time to think, really, and then Heero went into action, yelling for Duo to come out. Didn’t look like he would, but then he did. He and Heero had a glaring contest, and - well, you must have heard /some/ of what was said.” “I heard Duo screaming, and Heero’s voice answering him, but I couldn’t make out what Heero was saying.” “Mostly just that he wanted to talk to Duo, wanted to help him,” Trowa said. “Duo was pretty caustic. It’s easy to see that he was really upset.” “But what was he upset about?” Quatre asked. “I mean, was it something one of us did? Didn’t he come in all angry?” “He did,” Wufei said. “He slammed open the door and told me to get out of his way, then headed for the stairs.” “So it wasn’t that he was mad at any of us, not even Heero,” Quatre said. “Wufei?” Trowa asked. “Have you had a chance to talk to Heero yet?” “About what?” “About his theory about what’s going on with Duo.” “Why don’t you fill me in?” Trowa laid out for Wufei and Quatre all that Heero had shared with him: his thoughts about Duo’s dream, Heero’s own dream, and the idea that the boy in both dreams might be an incubus. “So what does Heero think he can do?” Wufei asked. “He wants to confront Duo with these ideas, try to make him see that he doesn’t need to try to get through this alone.” “And he wants to tell Duo that he’s in love with him,” Quatre added. Wufei raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be surprised, ‘Fei,” Trowa said. “It’s no secret to any of us that those two just needed enough time before they discovered each other.” “That’s true,” Wufei said, “it’s just that I didn’t expect Heero to pick a stressful time like this to reveal himself to Duo.” “It makes sense to me,” Quatre said. He had been unconsciously massaging Trowa’s neck, and stopped now, sliding into a seat at the table next to his love. “Heero thinks that admitting his feelings to Duo at this time may be just what Duo needs to get him to trust Heero. See? If Duo knows Heero loves him, and if Duo feels the same way about Heero - and we all know he does - then -“ “Then maybe Duo will trust Heero enough to confide in him and come clean about what’s going on.” Wufei looked from Quatre to Trowa for confirmation. “Right. At least, that’s what I think,” Trowa said. “Me, too,” Quatre added. “And it’s obvious that Heero must think the same thing,” Wufei said. “Well, I hope that Heero can get through to him. At the very least, Duo has to realize that he’s into /something/ pretty deep, and he needs help.” “Duo’d be the last one to ever admit he needed help,” Trowa said. “I hope you’re right, though - and that Heero’s right, too.” “Let’s all just concentrate on Heero right now,” Quatre said. “Let’s focus our strength and our confidence on Heero. Maybe that will give him the edge he needs.”
“I think you’re being pursued by - by someone in a dream,” Heero said. He swallowed hard and then pushed forward. “The reason I think this is that, well, I think the same kind of thing may have happened to me.” Duo turned his head to look at Heero. “Just listen, Duo, okay? Give me a chance to explain.” Heero told Duo about his own dreams, how the boy came and stood at the end of his bed, how he reminded Heero of Duo, and how good it felt to be near his friend. He left out the part about the boy becoming violent, deciding to gamble on telling Duo about his feelings now, before he was kicked out of the room. “Duo, this - is hard for me - I -“ Heero stammered. “I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, but -“ Heero took a big breath - “Duo, I’ve known for a long time that you were someone special. I never would let myself admit just how special you were, and that’s one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made. I didn’t want my emotions to get in the way of the mission, you know? But now I can’t hold back. I have to tell you -“ “Tell me what?” “That I - love - you.” Silence hung thick between them. Heero could hear the blood pounding in his ears. “Say that again?” Duo pushed himself up into a half-sitting position, leaning against the headboard. “I love you, Duo, and I’ve been a fool to have thought that I could keep that to myself until after the war.” “You love me?” “Yes, Duo, I do. Have for a long time, but just wouldn’t let myself believe it. I guess I didn’t know if you would have feelings for me, and so -“ “You love me?” Duo interrupted Heero, raising his voice a little. Heero didn’t respond, but his eyes told Duo that he was serious. Heero nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off of Duo’s eyes. Duo grew quiet; the look on his face was hard to read. He seemed to be drawing into himself. “Duo? Are you okay?” Heero ached to reach out, touch Duo. His heart shuddered in his chest. He had never felt so vulnerable and indecisive. “Heero, I - thank you for telling me." Duo's voice seemed smaller than before. "I need some time to think about what you’ve said. And I really do need to get some sleep. I haven’t slept at all since I left the house. I’m sorry I stormed in, upsetting you and everyone.” “Duo, it’s okay. I can’t imagine what kind of stress you’re going through, but I do know one thing: I don’t want you to go through it alone. That’s why I had to tell you how I felt about you.” Duo seemed troubled. His eyes moistened; they seemed to look far beyond the room he was in. “Heero? I - I don’t know what to say. I’m really confused right now. You’ve given me a ton of stuff to think about. Can you let me rest now? I promise we’ll talk when I wake up.” “Okay, Duo, but are you sure you’ll be -“ “I’ll be fine, Heero. I can’t explain what’s going on, but - maybe I can, but I have to get some sleep now. Let me rest; I’ll tell you about what’s been happening then.” “Okay, Duo.” Heero stood and turned to leave, then turned back. He walked slowly to the head of the bed, and sat down next to Duo, who was still leaning against the headboard. He reached his arms out to embrace Duo, but as soon as he touched Duo’s shoulders, Duo stiffened. Heero quickly withdrew his arms and stood up. “I guess I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Duo.” Heero left the room, closing the door quietly. Duo Maxwell slumped down on his back, then rolled over onto his stomach. “Damn,” he whispered to himself, “this changes everything.” He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, very unsure about what he wanted now. TBC |
