Author: srusse87
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is the property of Bandai and uh...Sunrise, I think.
Warning: Swearing. Lots of Swearing. Angst.
Pairing: 1x2/2x1

Happily Ever After... Part III

Picking up the pieces...

The day my boss found out I was a Gundam pilot I lost my job.

I'd liked the job; the boss had been a prick but the people I worked with were decent enough. The sad thing is I'd been proud to get that job. I'd found it after we'd moved to a small house in a better neighborhood. I'd proven to the boss and other workers that despite my age I was a damn fine mechanic, probably the best in the shop.

I'd had regulars. People who only wanted me to work on their cars. It'd felt good.

And so it had been the most humiliating experience of my life to have some of those people, people who I'd thought respected me, stand by and witness my boss fling a handful of twenties at me and order me to get my goddamn Gundam ass out of his shop before he had me tossed out with the rest of the trash.

Gundam trash. Gundam fucker. I'd heard it all before. But I'd never had Joe Lawson standing there shocked and then turn his back on me in disgust. I'd never seen Cathy Moser hustle her kids away from me and lock them in the car.

That hurt.

Heero was at the computer when I got home. I kicked my shoes off viciously, enjoying the sound of them slamming against the wall. He looked up from what he was doing but only glanced at me for a second before turning back to his monitor. "You're home early."

I scowled and flung myself on the couch, stretching out and knocking a book on the floor. Heero gave me a reproachful look but didn't say anything and when he turned away again I shoved the book against the coffee table, making it rattle.

Heero and his computer were suddenly more than I could take and so I stood up, kicked the book again and headed for the kitchen.

There was leftover lasagna in the fridge. I wasn't particularly hungry but I hadn't had lunch yet and it was something to do other than sit and stare at the back of Heero's head.

I hadn't realized he'd actually followed me into the kitchen until I slammed my food down on the table and threw myself into a chair.

"You'll break that plate if you're not careful."

I glanced up at him and then stabbed the lasagna with my fork. "You know, somehow I just can't find it in me to care."

"Lovely attitude, I take it you had a bad day. Something happen at work?"

I looked up and he was standing there arms folded, all calm and logical. Just so fucking untouched.

"Oh, not much. Got fired because the boss found out about my slightly tarnished past." I pulled the wad of cash out of my pocket and tossed it on the table. "Narrow-minded bastard."

Heero shrugged, not looking too concerned. "Well you always complained about what a jerk he was."

I threw down my fork.

"That's not the fucking point, Heero! I liked that job! You just sit around all day in front of your computer; you have no idea. I had people who talked to me, who I thought liked me. What does an anti-social tech nerd like you know about that?"

His eyes narrowed and he stepped away from the wall. "Stop whining just because you found out how shallow some people are. You sound like a four-year-old crying, life isn't fair!" He sneered out the words, pretending to whine as he said it.

I clenched my fists and stood up, snarling at Heero, wanting to wipe that supercilious look off his face. "Who died and made you an expert on public relations? You're the most socially retarded person I know so you can just go ahead and get off your damn soap box."

Heero stalked up to the table and pointed his finger at me, "If you're such the expert then where are those friends now? All I see here is you deluding yourself into thinking people give a damn about you."

"Oh get the self-righteous pole out of your ass, Yuy. What makes you so fucking great anyway?"

"Screw this." Heero glared at me and then turned, stalking out of the kitchen. A few moments later the front door slammed shut.

"Fuck!" I picked up my plate and threw it across the room where it shattered against the wall.

I don't know how long I sat there at the table, staring at the wall seeing but not seeing. I know time past because the afternoon light faded into twilight and then deepened into darkness. When I finally stopped clenching my teeth and took a breath I realized I was sitting in the dark with nothing but the ticking of the clock to keep me company.

Slowly I stood up, legs stiff from clenched muscles. I ignored the broken plate as I headed out of the room, focused on getting to the door.

I got as far as the driveway when I realized Heero was sitting in the front passenger seat of my car looking sullen. Cautiously I opened the rear door and climbed in, neither of us saying anything, just staring ahead.

Finally I made the first move.

"You didn't go very far."

"I forgot my jacket."

I realized it was probably thirty degrees out and Heero was just in jeans and a tee-shirt. I'd thrown on my jacket when I headed out the door so I shrugged out of it and passed it to Heero in the front.

"Take it; I have a sweatshirt."

He didn't say anything, just nodded and slipped it on. I didn't know where to begin; I wondered if I should offer to move out, ask him if he was going to move out, apologize or just get out and go back to the house.

Sighing I scrubbed a hand over my face. "That could have gone better."

There was silence for a long time and I was afraid then. Afraid this was it, that I'd ruined everything; that Heero would leave. That silence dragged on and I was working up the courage to open the door and step away when he finally spoke.

"I got an email from Wufei today. He's offered me a position working for Preventers. Field work part-time, but mostly security. Stuff I do now but on a bigger scale."

So he was leaving. I slumped and pulled my braid forward, clutching the end. "That's great Heero." I couldn't control the way my voice cracked a bit. I couldn't control the way my throat clenched and heart suddenly dropped somewhere below my kneecaps.

There was more silence and then Heero opened the door, and got out. It clicked shut.

Time stopped and the world ended. The air left me and I sat frozen in shock, the absoluteness of that final click ringing in my ears.

Then the rear door opened and Heero climbed in next to me. I let out a shuddered gasp, relieved and pissed all at once. I reached over and punched him hard in the arm. "Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!"

He scowled rubbing his arm and then looked at my face. My expression must have been pretty horrified because his scowl softened slightly and he reached over to tug my braid. "Don't be an idiot, Duo."

Irritated, I tried to move away but Heero didn't let go of my hair, running the end over his palm slowly, "The Preventers thing. . . there's a position for you as well."

Well if that didn't just take the wind out of my sails. "Oh."

Well, damn. I was slightly annoyed though, "You could have told me that before!"

He gave me an incredulous look, "Would that be before or after you jumped down my throat?"

I scowled, "You could have said it as soon as I got home. I was sitting in the same room, you know."

We were once again practically nose to nose facing each other down in a Mexican standoff. This time though Heero backed down. He fiddled with my hair and then finally looked back up at me. "It's not true Duo. What I said. I. . . there are people who care about you."

I snorted, "You don't have to force it."

He tugged my hair again and scowled. "Shut up. I care. I like living with you and sleeping with you and seeing you when you get home. I give a damn about you so stop making this so fucking difficult!"

I looked at him for a moment and then chuckled, "As far as apologies go, that one kind of sucked."

"Yeah? Well I'd like to see you do better." He dropped my braid finally and crossed his arms to look at me intently.

He was right of course, I did owe him an apology. "I don't really think you're socially retarded." I winced, God had I really said that? It sounded like something from a school playground. "Honestly, I think you have a lot more going for you and sometimes that makes me jealous."

We looked at each other and then shook our heads grinning slightly.

"That was pathetic."

I shrugged in agreement. "So what now?"

Heero reached over and opened the car door, "Now we get out of the car and go into the house because I'm freezing my ass off."

When we got back inside Heero found the smashed plate on the kitchen floor. He didn't say anything though, just helped me sweep it up and dump in the trash.

I propped myself on the broom and watched Heero tie up the garbage bag, a thought occurring to me, "This is the part where we kiss and make up, right?"

He tossed the bag out the backdoor for pickup the next day and then turned to look at me, an amused expression on his face. "No, but I'll accept burritos for dinner followed by a blow job."

I laughed, "It's a deal."

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