"You Owe Me"

Written By: Stone Angel

Disclaimer: Oh, please. Do you honestly think I'm making money off this? If I was, I'd be writing a whole lot more and it wouldn't take getting drunk to do it. I don't own the characters or the show, if I did, it would be SOOO different. Screw the war, let's see how we can get Heero and Duo in a locked room after taking away their clothes. (wolfish grin) I just like to make the creators cry with the way I write their characters. ^____^ Mission accomplished. hehehe

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Shonen ai, sap, fluff(I think. ~_~'), little bit of angst,
insomnia at its worst

Pairings: 1+2

Authors Notes: Duo is required to go on a mission but something happened on the last one and Duo hasn't been able to sleep, eat or speak since.

You Owe Me:

 

"He's not going."

"He's going, dammit!"

"Wufei! How can you say that?!"

"Shut UP, Winner! He got called on a mission, he's going!"

Duo watched the proceedings through half-mast eyes, finding it vaguely funny, but not enough to pay full attention. He had been unable to sleep for a week and a half. Ever since the incident.

It had been a pretty normal mission. They were fighting as they always did and were winning. Everything had gone fine until Duo had taken a minor hit to his Gundam's arm, and had stumbled backwards. His Gundam
fell on what had been a church. It was abandoned due to the battle at such proximity, but when he had realized what he had done, he hadn't stopped screaming for ten minutes. The battle was won and, on autopilot, he had returned to their current secluded safehouse with the other pilots.

However, in the next few days, he had neither slept, nor eaten, nor spoken. He just didn't feel like he could. The church... He had destroyed it and it had brought back so many memories. He had spent each night and each day staring at the little gold cross Father Maxwell had given him. No sleep. No food. Just staring.

Then he had been given a recon mission.

So here he stood, swaying slightly back and forth and paying attention with only half a heart as they fought over what he would do. Heero was typing away at his laptop, listening with half an ear as the procession
of clicks never ceased or even paused for a moment. Trowa was watching coolly from Quatre's side as his petite lover argued with the Chinese pilot about Duo going on the mission or not.

Duo didn't care, couldn't seem to make himself care, whether he went or not. If he went, he went, if not, he'd stay here and look at his cross some more. Either one was acceptable.

"He's not going." Quatre repeated sternly.

"Like hell he's not! Maxwell, get your things together, you have to leave in twenty minutes."

"Wufei." Trowa spoke. "It would be unreasonable to make Duo go on this mission. It would be too risky in his condition."

"No one asked you, Barton!"

"Why do you want him to go so badly?!" Demanded Quatre.

"This is our lives, Winner!" Wufei snarled. "We fight no matter what! When we get a mission, we do it for the sake of others! To do otherwise is dishonorable!"

"Yes, but if he goes like this, he'll get himself killed!"

"We face that everyday! Or have you forgotten that, aristocrat?!"

"How dare you?!" Quatre was furious. "I fight just as hard as the rest of you, despite my socialbackground!"

"ENOUGH!!!"

Everyone fell silent and all eyes turned to Heero who was now standing and facing them all.

"Duo is NOT going to take this mission." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest and leveled his glare on Wufei.

"Kisama_"

"Shut. Up." Heero said calmly and Wufei sputtered but wasn't given a chance to speak. "Look at him, Wufei!" Heero was actually getting angry. "He's asleep on his feet!"

Duo knew that something was strange about what Heero was doing, but he couldn't...what was it that was so strange?... He couldn't put his finger on it. Why was Heero acting funny? He giggled slightly as the
weakness hit him anew and he swayed greatly with the force of it. Looking up, he saw Heero looking into his eyes with...what? What was it? He knew that what was happening meant something important and that
he should pay attention, but he couldn't figure out very much of it. He did understand that Heero had turned his back to the others now and was cupping Duo's cheek in his hand as he gazed into his eyes from mere
inches away.

"He has a mission! It has to be carried through!"

"I'll go." Said Heero as he continued to gaze into Duo's eyes. He brushed Duo's bangs from his eyes and then turned to the others, his hand still cupping Duo's cheek. "I'm going." He turned back to Duo and
stroked his hair again, looking into his eyes like he was trying to see through them to what lay behind. "I'll go for you." He whispered and Duo smiled as he suddenly felt happy for some reason.

Was Heero helping him?

"But you owe me."

Duo smiled wider at Heero's funny look on his face. He wanted to laugh, but he felt that somehow that was not the right thing to do.

Then Heero was picking up his laptop and running to his room to do something else. The idea of putting things into a suitcase came to Duo's mind, but amidst all the other half-formed thoughts he had, he could not pay it much heed. Then Heero was back and he paid everyone a nod as well as a death glare at Wufei and was out the door.

A particularly strong bout of weakness hit him and he swayed and stumbled as he nearly fell. No, that wasn't right. He did fall but Trowa caught him. Trowa was holding him up. And then Trowa was carrying his to his room. He was gently laid upon his bed and he smiled a little before turning away from the other pilot and fingering the cross on the chain around his neck as he stared out the window through half mast eyes.

He vaguely wondered what Heero meant when he had said "But you owe me", but it was washed away by the rest of his jumbled thoughts, like so much driftwood on a beach.

* * *

The door opened sometime. Was it the same day? The next? He had found that days were a silly way of measuring time if one did not sleep. Each day became one with the one before and the one after it so indeed, a day could be infinite if one did not sleep, or a mere few hours if one did. What a silly idea to measure time with something that could vary so.

The bed dipped with the weight of someone else and Duo turned and looked through mostly closed eyes to see deep blue eyes gazing into his own.

"You owe me."

Duo smiled at Heero but didn't speak.

Heero wrapped his arms around him and rested his head on the pillow over Duo's. "Go to sleep, Duo."

Duo smiled and cuddled into the warmth of Heero's body. He knew there was something he should say, but he couldn't grasp what it was he should say. So, as he felt himself drift off to sleep for the first time in over a week, he vowed to say what he wanted to say to Heero tomorrow. He knew that what he wanted to say would change a lot of things between them, but it could wait. He owed Heero. And Heero obviously wanted to hold him as he slept so as he fell to sleep, he kissed his cheek and murmured an "Arigato" or two, breaking his long silence, and drifted into a darkness that welcomed him with waiting arms.

And, as Heero held the boy he loved close and smiled down at him, Duo slept.

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Yep. Nothing special. But I hope it was Ok. Feedback, as always, is
begged for.

Thank you for reading. ^_^

Ja!

~Leia

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