By Dacia
Notes: I'm depressed. It's the only explanation I have for this. The song is 'Daydream' by The Lovin' Spoonful. I own it about as much as I own the GW boys, which is to say not at all.

lyrics = in italics
//thoughts//

Daydream

What a day for a daydream
What a day for a daydreamin' boy
And I'm lost in a daydream
Dreamin' bout my bundle of joy

"Duo?!"

"Duo?!!!"

The voice came to him from a million miles away, awakening him gradually and painfully.

"What is it, Heero?" he mumbled. "Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?'

And even if time ain't really on my side
It's one of those days for takin' a walk outside
I'm blowin' the day to take a walk in the sun
And fall on my face on somebody's new-mowed lawn

He opened his eyes slightly, closing them as the light hit him. Hard. He reached out a hand, freezing at the incredible pain that went through him at the motion. //Must have gone to sleep on my arm. Still... It shouldn't hurt this bad.// He sighed. Heero was always telling him he slept like a contortionist. This was his day to pay the piper, it would seem.

I been havin' a sweet dream
I been dreamin' since I woke up today
It's starring me and my sweet dream
'Cause he's the one that makes me feel this way

He smiled then. Heero told him a lot of things nowadays. It was actually pretty nice. For so long he had been content with the occasional 'hn' or the startlingly frequent 'omae o korosu'. Now he could barely shut him up.

He grimaced at the feel of the warm stickiness on his skin. //Damn. Wasn't even awake for that one.// His legs kicked the covers off, sending another searing jolt of pain through his entire body. //Geez, what did I do? Go to sleep in a bed of glass? Heero had better want something important to wake me up into this misery.//

And even if time is passin' me by a lot
I couldn't care less about the dues you say I've got
Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for dropping my load
A pie in the face for bein' a sleepy bull toad

His eyes were open, now, though he could hardly believe what he was seeing. He could swear he was sitting in Deathscythe, but the angle was all wrong. As he tried to move, the agony returned. His hands fell to his sides and came back covered in.... blood?

[ guitar solo ]
[ with whistling over verse chords]

Everywhere... glass and torn metal and blood...

And you can be sure that if you're feelin' right
A daydream will last 'til long into the night
Tomorrow at breakfast you may prick up your ears
Or you may be daydreamin' for a thousand years

"Duo?!!"

Heero...

No, no. He wasn't in Deathscythe at all. There was no blood. He was home in bed. Heero was waiting for him.

"Coming, Heero."

Even as he said the words, the pain lessened.

He regretted kicking the covers off now. It was the middle of summer, he would swear, but he could not remember having ever felt so cold...

What a day for a daydream
Custom-made for a daydreamin' boy
And I'm lost in a daydream
Dreamin' bout my bundle of joy

Heero's voice called him again. There was an edge it that he couldn't quite place...

But he didn't feel like thinking much, today. The cold had retreated, although the pain still danced along his limbs. As he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but grin.

"Coming, Heero."

He didn't really feel like moving, though. His turned his head until his face met the dawn of a new day. His eyes were dazzled by the sunlight. Had he ever known it to be so bright? The pain was nothing but a memory, now. As he took a deep breath, he could hardly feel a thing.

Maybe he would just stay in bed after all.

He took one last breath, and closed his eyes.

[ guitar solo ]
[ with whistling over verse chords ]

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