by Alleyprowler
It was a late night after a difficult day, and Quatre desperately wanted to sleep. Events were conspiring against it, however. For one, Trowa was gone on a mission with Wufei and the empty space next to him on the bed was too cold and too vast. For another, Duo and Heero were having a knock-down-drag-out fight in the room next door. It's always a bit difficult to get to sleep when your lover is out on a death-defying mission and two hormone-charged teenage boys are trying to kill each other only a few feet away from your bed.
Quatre had just decided to get up and play diplomat when the raised voices suddenly stopped and a door slammed hard enough to shake the house. He sighed in relief; maybe he could get some sleep now. Almost immediately, however, the door to his own room flew open and an enraged Duo stomped in. "I'm sleeping here tonight." He announced. "Move over." Shoving the smaller boy to the empty side of the bed, the Deathscythe pilot climbed into the recently vacated spot and pulled the covers over himself.
"What's wrong?" Quatre asked, more because it was expected than anything else. You'd have to be dead or deaf to not know what was wrong.
"Fight." Duo said tersely.
"What was it about?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Duo snapped.
"Oh. All right then." Quatre turned to the wall and settled down to sleep.
Approximately three seconds of silence ensued before Duo exploded.
"That stubborn, pig-headed, obstinate son-of-a-bitch! Who the hell does he think he is?"
Quatre sat up wearily. "Heero? What did he--"
"Of course, Heero! How many stubborn, pig-headed, obstinate sons of bitches are there in this house?"
Three, by my last count, Quatre thought. It would be five if Trowa and Wufei were here.
Duo continued. "I just offered to help him, for God's sake! He couldn't hold that hydraulics line and that strut by himself!"
"You touched Wing?" Quatre asked. You'd have to be mad to touch another pilot's Gundam without permission. Especially if the pilot was Heero and the Gundam was Wing.
"Well, just the strut." Duo shrugged. "No biggie, right? WRONG!" He answered his own question with his usual gusto.
"You touched his...?"
"Strut!" Duo shouted. "It was just a stupid...strut" Duo's voice lowered abruptly. "Oh crap."
Quatre raised himself on his elbow. "What is it, Duo?"
Duo gulped. "That strut was about to fall--he saved me. Um, I think." Duo took a deep breath and then tackled the smaller boy in a flying glomp. "He saved me, Quatre!"
"Erk!" Quatre gasped.
Obliviously, Duo hugged the blond. "He saved me! He really does love me!"
"Argl!" Quatre commented.
Duo kissed his temple. "Thank you, Quatre! I've finally seen the light!" He said, and then he flew out of Quatre's arms and dashed into Heero's bedroom.
"No problem, Duo." Gasped the Sandrock pilot to no one in particular. He rasped his breath back and rolled over to his side to finally get some sleep.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* 'Banged' the headboard of Heero and Duo's shared bed against the safehouse walls. Quatre tried to shove the pillows into his ears.
"Allah, can I never get some sleep?!"
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