Author: Mair
Pairings: (Rembrant: Take a wild guess.) (Mair: *rolls her eyes* 1+2+1, 3+4+3, mentioned D+R+D)
Warnings: Block Head Heero. Angst-ish? Barely?
Genre: btsom. (beats the shit out of me)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Gundam Wing, nor GW School Supplies. Sadly.
Feedback: I wouldn't ask for it if I didn't want it! Give me some and get me as a wifey!

Working Things Out + Part 2

Ride of the Valkeries blasted out of the topless 1970 vintage black Stingray. (1) Heero watched as it whipped into a parking space in front of the store. The music suddenly ceased as a lanky figure stepped out. He frowned. "Quatre, your boyfriend is here." He yelled as he continued counting in his drawer.

"Huh?" Quatre gave him a blank look then stood to catch a glimpse of Duo waltzing through the front door. "Duo, I can't believe you did that today!"

Duo grinned. "So what did you tell him?" he asked as he strolled over toward the artist tablets.

"That I got off at six, but-"

"You --get off- at six? Isn't that really personal to be telling someone when you first meet them?"


"You said it not me!"

Blushing furiously, Quatre spared Heero a glance before kneeling back down to organize the stickers. "I'm going to have coffee with him after work."

"Cute. You gonna kiss him?"


"Gonna let him get past coffee for a dinner out?"


"No wait, I got it. You are going to dazzle him with your charm and looks and conversation skills and then you're gonna jump him when you two say goodnight?"

Quatre stood up, bright as a stop light. "DUO! I am NOT going to jump anyone whom I've just met!"

"He'll be dissapointed then."

"Would you quit it?"

"I don't know," Duo drawled, "this is fun. Don't you think so Heero?" He turned to confront the silent figure at the counter. Heero shrugged.

"See? He agrees."

"He shrugged. Don't you have to get back to your deliveries?"

"Yeah and? Trust me, he agreed." Duo smirked at Quatre as he sauntered up to the counter and set the sketch pad next to the register. "So Heero? Wanna join me for coffee?"


"Is that a yes?"


"Why not?"

Heero rang the pad of paper up. "Because."

Duo turned to Quatre and smiled. "Someone's had fun taking English." He turned back to Heero, his smile less teasing; a little more serious. "Why not Heero?"

"That will be six fifty."

"Please Heero?"

"I don't date customers."

Duo sighed and dug out his wallet. "All the worse for me, I don't ask out friends co-workers. Just you." He handed the money on over and grabbed the tablet off of the counter. "See you Q! Heero!"

The door thumped shut and the bell hit the glass sending a chime through the now quiet shop.

Heero turned away from the counter to fuss with the go-backs. Quatre sighed and stood back up. He walked over to the counter. "He's not my boyfriend Heero. I don't have one, if you couldn't guess from that conversation."

Heero's hands stilled from their task of sorting through the basket.

"He'd probably kill me for saying this-"

"Then don't."

"He does like you. He buy's all his drawing supplies here so that he can see you. Otherwise he'd go down the street to Craft Junction and get them for about a dollar cheaper. Why don't you give him a chance?"

"I have to deal with Relena already. I don't need someone else chasing me because of my looks."

"Relena?" Quatre blinked as Heero glared at him. "Relena Doralin? You do know that she's the president of the LGBSA(2) at the college right? She's dating the treasurer, Dorothy Cata... Cata... Catalonia! That's it." He smiled. "She's just chasing you to get your feathers ruffled. Dorothy and Duo have had quite the effect on her."

Heero turned back to the go-back basket.

"Next move is yours Heero." Quatre grabbed a return slip and wrote down a number. "Here's his cell phone number. Give him a chance." When Heero didn't take the number, Quatre walked around the end of the counter and stuck it in Heero's shirt pocket. "Half the time he's in here he's just trying to get some kind of a reaction out of you."

Heero hoisted the heavy basket filled with paper and computer software. It just wasn't possible.

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(1) 1970 Black Stingray- Don't know if they made them in '70 but have you ever --seen- a corvette stingray? *drools*
(2) LGBSA- Lesbian Gay Bi Straight Alliance. *looks cross eyed at the screen* Usually the titles of said organizations are shorter. LBGA, GSA... *shrugs* My story!

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