Common Ground (cont)
"I... I just had a wet
dream." I finally managed to sputter out.
He was raised on his elbow now, lying on his side and the frown cleared
from his face.
"Oh." He said, seeming to at least understand the term, "It
almost looked like you were in pain."
"Oh no. Not pain at all." His bizarre innocence eased my discomfort
a little and I stroked a finger down the curve of his cheek, and smiled
lightly, trying very hard to be upfront with it. "I've missed you...
very much. I fell asleep... thinking about you. That's all."
He looked at me for a very long time and finally whispered softly, "What...
what's it feel like?"
I blinked in astonishment, and he flushed a little, but doggedly waited
for me to reply, "It's... it's like your body being thirsty for something...
really, really hungry for it... and suddenly getting it, kind of all at
I did not let him see that I wanted desperately to crawl into a hole and
pull it in after me. I schooled my expression into one of calm openness
and waited to see if he had any other questions.
He just grunted and rolled away to the side of the bed. "I'm going
to go take a shower." It was a measure of my total loss of composure
that I completely forgot that he wasn't supposed to be walking on his
knee, and let him go. When the bathroom door shut, I let my held breath
out in a gust and buried my burning face in the pillow with a mortified
"How the hell do you get to be our age and not know what a wet dream
is?" asked Wufei from his mattress on the floor, and I thought I
would spontaneously combust.
I had totally forgotten he was there, and it took me several long, shocked
moments before I was able to lever myself up on one elbow and glare down
He was lying with his arms behind his head, tangled in his sheets, staring
up at the ceiling, looking much better than he had the night before.
But he didn't look amused; he just looked sad, and I forgot my own embarrassment
for a moment and really thought about the small exchange. Duo just asked
me what an orgasm felt like. He had never felt... never known... I listened
to the sound of the water running in the other room. No one had ever touched
him in pleasure, only in pain.
"I want," Wufei said softly, "very much, to go hurt someone."
My heart throbbed painfully to the sound of the same drum he was hearing.
I wanted to find the bastards and grind them slowly between two stones.
We lay in silence for a bit, listening to the sounds of Duo in the shower.
I finally ventured, "Mind if I go get cleaned up?"
He wrinkled his nose and smiled, "I would actually be grateful if
you would go get cleaned up."
"Baka." I growled and climbed out of bed. The door to my own
room was still closed, so I went in and used the shower in Wufei's room,
borrowing a robe until I had access to my own clean clothes again.
When I finished, Duo was out of the shower, sitting on his bed combing
his hair, and Wufei was still sprawled on his mattress, watching him.
I walked in just in time to hear Wufei say,
"Quatre is fine, Maxwell. You dreamed he was crying, that's
I moved to the bed and settled myself behind Duo, taking the comb away
from him and setting to work on the tangles. This, I had gotten
rather good at.
"It just seemed so real." Duo frowned, tilting his head as I
stroked the comb through the length of his wet hair.
"I suppose, if you want to check," Wufei smirked, "he is
in Heero's room with Trowa. You can go ask."
I glanced around Duo's shoulder, answering his smirk, "Like you checked
on them last evening?"
I was gratified to see his faint flush; I thought perhaps he had
interrupted something last night. He covered it with a grunt and a yawn
and told us, "I'm going down to do my kata. I will see you at breakfast."
And he rolled to his feet and was gone.
Duo's hair was tangle free, but I spent another few minutes running the
comb through it, raising it to my face and inhaling the soft scent of
sandalwood. Then I went ahead and tightly plaited it for him.
"Why does he lie to me?" He asked abruptly, surprising me.
"He thinks he is protecting you." I had to answer honestly.
"He's afraid of upsetting you."
"Then, why was Quatre crying?" Check and mate; I sighed.
"They came in last night, after you fell asleep to tell me about...
everything." I flipped the end of his braid over his shoulder to
signal I was finished.
"I slept through all that?" he caught at the braid and glanced
back at me.
I chuckled, "Pretty much."
"I slept through the night." His tone was almost accusing.
I brushed a finger down the length of his arm and said softly, "And
you will, every night that I'm by your side."
"But that means that you don't sleep." He said forlornly.
"I can sleep a little. We're going to get through this, love."
I entwined my fingers with his where they rested on the bed, "Together."
I didn't want to see his face clouded with this intense sadness. I wanted
to bring the smile back to his sweet lips; I wanted to make him laugh.
I wanted to make things all right again. I pulled him back against my
chest, and tilted his face up to meet my kiss, my hand resting lightly
on his vulnerable throat, feeling the pulse thunder there. I kissed him
gently and deeply, not stopping until I brought a gasp from him that vibrated
under my palm.
"Now, I believe, before I left for my mission, I had arranged things
so that I could baby and coddle you without interruption?"
He groaned, "Heero... don't you dare start that again."
I just chuckled evilly and climbed off the bed to sweep him up in my arms.
"Thought I forgot you're supposed to be staying off the leg, didn't
He glared at me, around the beginnings of a smile, "I had hoped."
"A momentary lapse." I assured him, "Now, for breakfast."
I carried him down to the kitchen and deposited him in a chair while I
hunted through the pantry and came up with a box of pancake mix.
I was going to have to find his crutches, he wasn't that much smaller
than I was, and carrying him any real distance was not going to be feasible
on a long-term basis. I began mixing the batter, aware of Duo watching
me in amusement. In the front foyer, I could distantly make out the sounds
of Wufei, stamping and panting his way through his morning ritual; sounded
like he was working with a little extra zeal.
I turned the heat on under the pan, and went to set a plate and fork in
front of Duo. He sat with his chin propped on his hand and grinned at
me, "You can cook?"
"Of course I can cook." I informed him haughtily, playing the
game of keeping him distracted as I poured batter, "Better than you
"I never claimed to be an expert chef." He huffed, "I manage
to keep myself from starving."
Almost, I retorted with something I would have regretted, looking at his
gaunt features, but luckily, the first batch of pancakes finished about
that time, and I dumped them on his plate and said instead, "Eat."
He made a show of gingerly tasting them, as though expecting something
vile, and then quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Told you I could cook." I smirked.
"Then why don't you ever take your turn doing it?" asked Wufei
as he came into the room, towel tossed around his shoulders and looking
much more relaxed than he had last evening. He sat down beside Duo, watching
him wolf down pancakes with a bemused expression.
The second batch came out of the pan about then, so I plopped a plate
in front of Wufei before turning back to the stove.
Trowa and Quatre wandered in, and I ended up mixing up another entire
batch of batter before finally managing to eat a little breakfast of my
Quatre beamed at me, "Heero, these are delicious!" and inwardly,
I groaned; I hated cooking and had managed till now to pretty much avoid
doing it. Somehow, everyone just assumed that I was no good at it. So
much for that charade.
Something had been nagging at me ever since we had arrived back from the
search and destroy; where was the house staff? There was usually a very
competent cook in this well-appointed kitchen.
"Quatre?" I asked after dredging the name up, "Where's
Quatre and Wufei exchanged a look, but before either of them could manage
to say anything, Duo piped up almost brightly, without ever looking up
from his breakfast,
"I was scaring the shit out of the entire staff with my screaming
and Quatre had to give them time off with pay."
Both of his erstwhile keepers looked shocked and sputtered incoherently,
but Duo stopped them again,
"I may be psychotic, but I am not stupid, nor am I blind."
Quatre visibly wilted and Duo took pity on him. He finally put his fork
down and looked up at the blond, "I'm sorry, Quatre. I understand."
"Well," I interjected, attempting to divert the conversation,
"it certainly explains why your room looks like a pig sty and smells
"On that subject, Yuy," Wufei too, seemed eager to change the
topic, "Would you mind helping me put everybody's beds back where
"That is the first order of business. Laundry is the second."
I informed him.
So after breakfast, we left Quatre and Trowa to do up the dishes, and
Wufei and I helped Duo back upstairs. He refused to be carried. We parked
him back on the bed while we hauled the mattresses back to their respective
rooms. Then Wufei gathered up the empty cans and pizza boxes while I sorted
the pile of dirty laundry into a basket to take downstairs. I pulled loose
change and a candy wrapper out of the pockets of a pair of shorts, and
shook my head; Duo was so unorganized. I found a set of car keys and a
CD in a pair of black jeans I didn't remember seeing before, and then
my hands closed on material that was stiff, and curious, I pulled a black
t-shirt out of the pile. It was sliced almost in half from side to side,
and the entire front was stiff with dried blood. I froze, realizing what
I was holding in my hands, and suddenly the story that I had been told
last night took on a crystal clarity; became real. My hands quivered
and behind me, I heard Duo softly say,
"Throw it away, Heero."
Wufei, catching the tone of Duo's voice, stopped what he was doing and
looked at me. I couldn't tear my eyes off the damn blood soaked thing.
No wonder he had seemed so frail; all that blood. Dear Gods; he'd almost
been disemboweled. I'd almost lost him again and I wouldn't even have
known it for days. I would have finished that damn mission and come back
to be greeted with the news that... that Duo had... that I was... left
behind... alone again.
Wufei came and gently pulled it from my trembling hands, stuffing it in
the bag with the rest of the trash he was collecting. He looked first
at me and then at Duo, and finally said,
"I think I am done here. I have some... errands to run. I'll be back
after while." He took the trash, and he left. I barely heard him.
I went across the room and knelt down in front of Duo.
"I need to see." I thought I managed to keep my voice fairly
calm considering the turmoil that was going on inside me.
"Heero, let it go. It's nothing."
"I know that. But I have to see it for myself, Ok?"
He sighed, and without any real argument, pulled his shirt off and undid
the tape. I helped him unwind the bandages; they were stuck to him with
dried blood. I gently worked it loose and revealed the wound beneath.
"Gods, Duo. You gave him the opening to do this to you?"
He looked at me sharply, "Wufei doesn't miss much, does he?"
"Not a lot." I agreed.
Gentle as a feather, I laid my hand over the stitches; I couldn't cover
the length of it end to end with my entire hand. Compared with wounds
he had endured in the past, it was nothing. But it was twisting my guts
around just looking at it. Maybe because I hadn't been there. Maybe because
Wufei had let it happen. Maybe because it had happened in such a mundane
way; as soldiers, you expected to get hurt in the line of duty, in battle.
You did not expect to die in a stupid shopping mall.
"Heero? You're scaring me. Stop it." He said softly and I looked
up into wide eyes, and I knew my face was contorted with fear.
I struggled to control it, "The stitches have been almost pulled
out... more than once."
He looked irritated, "Damn it Heero. You said they told you all about...
everything. You know how that happened."
"I know. I know. The... nightmares." I rose and went in to the
bathroom to get gauze and tape. Taking the minute to get my emotions under
tighter rein. When I came out, I was able to gently clean him up and re-bind
the wound and help him get his shirt back on without my hands shaking.
He lay back on the bed while I finished dumping clothes into the laundry
"Heero?" he asked, voice small, as I pushed the window open
to get some air in the room.
"I am not made out of glass."
It stopped me cold.
But he had gotten started, and wasn't going to let me interrupt.
"I am really pissed at you." He said calmly, propping up on
an elbow, "How could you have changed the access code on Deathscythe...
"How could you have run away from Wufei and Quatre like that?"
"You set Wufei on me like I was a damned mission." A hint of
his anger came past the bizarre calm in his voice.
"You promised you would be all right until I got back."
"I am all right!"
"You almost... almost... " the fear nipped at my heart again,
causing my voice to rise.
"But I didn't. What if something had happened here and we
had had to run? What then? What if I hadn't been able to get into my Gundam
during a damn attack?"
He was starting to wind up to being really angry.
"What if something had gone wrong on my mission? Are you telling
me you wouldn't have tried to come after us?" I barked, taking a
step toward the bed.
"And what if I had? If you had needed me, why would it have been
so bad? I can still fly!"
"You can't even walk!"
"The hell!" and, of course, he was up off the bed in an instant,
in my face and really mad.
"How in the hell do you expect to ever get better if you keep going
out and doing stupid shit like that!" I snapped.
"I went to the fucking mall! I didn't do anything wrong! I really
wish people would stop acting like I stuck a stinking gun to my head.
You're the one who set Wufei on me like a damned guard dog! It was making
me insane! I couldn't fucking take a dump without him there asking if
I needed help wiping my ass!"
And that was such an absurd mental picture, that I laughed. All the fear
and anger fled in the face of his overwhelming frustration, and I laughed
until tears ran.
He tried to hold onto his resentment, clung to it hard, but in the end,
he started to laugh with me, and we came together in a much-needed embrace,
giggling like small children. When it subsided, he whispered in my ear,
"Don't you ever touch my Deathscythe again."
"I swear." I promised, "Never again."
"Heero, you have to... " he broke off, searching for the right
"Trust you?" I supplied, and he nodded.
I grinned sheepishly, "I got something of a lecture about that on
the way back from the asteroid belt."
He snorted softly, "I got a little talk from Quatre about... understanding
certain protective tendencies."
"Mine?" I asked, a little embarrassed.
"And Wufei's. He was trying to keep me from... dunking 'Fei's head
in the toilet." He managed to look embarrassed and pleased with himself
all at the same time.
I became aware that he was unconsciously letting my embrace partially
hold him up. He was weak, whether he would admit it or not. Lack of proper
sleep being part of it; one decent night was not going to heal the damage
done by days on end without it. Lack of proper nutrition being another
part; one meal was not going to make up for not eating for days on end.
And, I had to admit; blood loss was obviously a large part. We had a long
way to go.
I broke the embrace and drew him over to the bed where I sat back against
the headboard and let him settle down against me.
"Heero, what Trowa and Quatre have is... wonderful. It... it used
to make me ache to see them together."
I smiled, behind his head and sighed softly, "Made you want what
they had, so bad your heart hurt?"
There was a moment of silence, "You too?"
"Oh yes, love." I murmured, and he laid his head back against
my chest. "It used to twist me in knots every time I would catch
them holding hands or kissing. I... I didn't even know what it was I wanted."
"Everybody thought you disapproved." He told me, and it shocked
"Damn. I never realized."
"I think we all figured it out." He grinned up at me, and I
kissed the end of his nose. "But, Heero, it isn't going to work that
way for us."
"I know. We're both too damn... "
"Duo, I've never... loved anyone before. I am petrified of something
happening to you. I ... I don't know what I would do."
"I know, love." He told me, voice soft and far away, "There
isn't any pain in the world worse than losing someone you care for, and
believe me; I am just as scared something is going to happen to you. But...
we can't let the fear run our lives."
We were quiet for a long time. He stroked his fingers absently up and
down my shin, and I played with his braid and we thought our own thoughts.
"Are we done with the yelling and the fighting now?" he suddenly
"Uhmmmm... I think so."
"Can we do something?"
"Anything! I am so bored I could scream."
I laughed, "How's this; if you promise to use your crutches, I'll
take you out for lunch."
There was the sound of a groan, a moment of consideration, and then a
grumpy, "Oh, all right."
Suddenly, he turned over, mindful of the stitches, and wrapping his arms
around my neck pulled me down for a fierce kiss. It caught me totally
off guard; he'd never kissed me so forcefully before, invading my mouth
with his tongue and catching my lower lip gently between his teeth. Under
his hip, my cock stirred to life. At the first throb against him, he broke
the hold he had on me and sat up with a wicked smile and whispered, 'New-found
power.' Before getting up from the bed and limping toward the closet,
presumably to find the crutches.
Oh. My. Gods. My situation had just taken a decided turn for the worse.
This did not bode well. It had been hard enough, having him right there
in front of me and not being able to... to... consummate things.
But now he knew what he was doing to me. And he was amused. Amused
"Get off the damn knee." I managed to croak, voice husky.
He just laughed.
My room was my own again, and I went and dressed, putting Wufei's robe
back where I had found it in his bathroom. When I came out, Duo was ready
to go, swinging on his crutches in the hall, an eager glint in his eye.
We borrowed the maroon estate car; the little gray sports car was gone,
and I vaguely remembered Wufei saying he had to go out. Quatre had eagerly
taken the basket of laundry from me and sent us on our way, seeming delighted
to see Duo not only on his crutches, but going out somewhere.
Duo rolled the window down and turned the radio up and I endured the racket
for his sake, he looked so blissfully in the here and now with the wind
whipping loose strands of hair around his face. He rode with his eyes
closed, and I wondered idly where he was. We drove in... well, not silence,
with the radio blaring hard rock music at us, but not talking, maybe talked
out for a while. Once we passed the city limits, I reached and turned
the radio down so I could ask him where he wanted to eat.
He perked up immediately, "My choice?" he asked eagerly, and
I had to chuckle at the same time I was cringing inside; please don't
make it somewhere... bizarre.
He directed me downtown where, I was assured, there was this 'great little
place' that I would 'just love'. I hoped so.
It turned out to be not such a bad place, downtown near the college, bustling
and busy, a kind of Mom and Pop diner. Simple food, thank the Gods, and
not too dirty. I settled Duo at a table near the front window and went
to place our order. I picked out probably twice what we would ever eat,
but was hoping to entice him with a variety of foods. Though he had eaten
the breakfast I had made for him, seemingly with gusto, I had noticed
that a surprisingly small amount of pancake had actually disappeared from
his plate. Likely his stomach had shrunk in the last several days, and
it would be easier to get him back to a regular eating schedule with lots
of small portions spaced out through the day, than three large meals.
Gods; I sounded like a damned worried parent. I almost snorted out loud.
When I returned to the table, he was gazing out the window, seemingly
absorbed with people-watching. This hadn't been such a bad idea after
all; he needed some distraction. He looked at the tray of food when I
sat down, with a raised eyebrow.
"You're doing it again, Mama-Yuy."
I shrugged guiltily, "Can't help it."
He actually ate the majority of a hamburger, and picked at the fries and
onion rings, tasting this and that, as I had hoped, but I suspected he
actually ate more than he wanted just to make me happy. But through the
entire meal, he kept glancing out the window, watching something until
I finally had to ask.
"What is going on out there that is so fascinating?"
He nodded across the street, "Isn't that the other car? The one Wufei
I looked, and sure enough, the little gray car was on the other side of
the street with a parking ticket on its windshield.
"What the heck could Wufei be doing down here that would take him
so long he would get a ticket?"
I grunted, eyes sweeping the street, there was nothing here that I could
see that would attract Wufei. Another restaurant, a couple of dingy looking
bars, two or three trinket shops and a boarded up store front or two.
Nothing that would draw him here at all, much less keep him for over an
hour. Duo had an odd look on his face, and we came to an unspoken, mutual
decision to go looking.
Duo rose and started for the door, leaving his crutches where they were
propped in the corner. I gave out an exasperated, "Duo!"
that he completely ignored, so I grabbed the crutches and stowed them
in our car as we went by. I was tired of fighting it.
Duo seemed to have some destination in mind, so I followed along as he
limped his way across the street and down the alley that ran beside one
of the bars. This yielded nothing, and he retraced his steps, returning
to the front of the bar without a word, but looking worried. I shadowed
him close as he headed for the front door, and I was rather surprised
to find that it was open at this time of day.
The interior; dim and smoky, smelled of more than just tobacco, with only
a few patrons scattered around the room. When I glanced at Duo, his whole
attitude had changed. There was a beaming smile plastered across his face,
he exuded charm and charisma like it was a scent, and even his walk was
different. Not the purposefully stride he had used outside, but an unhurried
amble as he wound his way between empty tables on his way to the bar.
I held back, realizing that he was in ... Gods, what? Stealth mode? Infiltration
mode? I was only in the way. He sprawled across a stool and engaged the
kid, obviously stoned, behind the bar in conversation. Had I not come
in with him, I would have sworn Duo was higher than a kite as well, and
he soon had the kid giggling uncontrollably. Money went across the bar,
and a beer came back across, which sat untouched, though the bartender
never noticed. After an incredibly short amount of time, Duo came back
to me and led the way back outside.
"He was here. Ordered a drink and sat around for a long time not
drinking it. He's stalking somebody."
Outside, in the light of day, Duo transformed back, all trace of the grinning
idiot gone. "Come on." He ordered, and headed back across the
street toward the second bar. Again, he led us down the alley first, and
this time, we hit the mother load. We heard a crash, and a grunt and then
voices. A stranger's voice, high and frightened, and Wufei's, low and
dangerous. We had apparently arrived not too long after the... conversation
There was a dark haired kid on the ground, his arm in a cast and I glanced
at Duo for confirmation that this was the one who had stabbed him. He
nodded sharply, eyes narrowed, but Wufei was in absolutely no danger,
so we held back and just watched.
Wufei loomed over the kid, and his voice was harsh, "I told you I
would find you."
There was an unpleasant whining sound from the jock on the ground. Wufei
was wearing a long coat, which I thought was odd for the weather, until
he pulled the katana out from under it. The kid on the ground did a fine
imitation of a bug-eyed fish.
"What... what're you gonna do?" he sputtered, voice high and
rising higher by the minute.
"I do not take kindly to people hurting my friends." Wufei growled,
and moved the sword closer to the throat of his quarry.
Said quarry made another noise that might have been a stammered apology,
or might have just been sobbing.
"I take less kindly to people harming my family." The growl
had grown to a snarl, and the jock was definitely apologizing now, shaking
in fear and trying to push himself backward through the brick wall behind
Beside me, Duo stiffened, and when I looked at him, his face was an uncharted
sea of swirling emotions. I couldn't begin to guess what was going through
"I will not allow you to harm him again." Wufei was telling
the sobbing idiot on the ground, the blade now resting against his throat,
just under the chin. "I am giving you this one warning. If he ever
so much as sees you again, I will find you and I will cut off a
finger. If he encounters you twice, I will cut off a hand. If you are
so stupid as to cross his path a third time, I will cut off your head.
Do I make myself clear?"
The moron started to nod vigorously, almost slicing his own chin on the
razor sharp blade before thinking better of it and stammering a barely
"I did not quite hear that."
I took Duo's arm, and with a finger to my lips, drew him away as Wufei
was making the quivering jock repeat it a second and third time. We made
our way silently back to the street and quickly gained the car, where
we sat until I saw Wufei calmly exit the alley, katana gone from sight,
and make his way back to his car. If he noticed us, he gave no outward
sign, but got in the car and drove away as sedately as if he had just
"Let's... let's go back now." Duo said softly, and I started
the car and headed that way. It was a quiet drive; Duo didn't even want
the radio on. He just sat, slumped low in the seat, staring blindly out
the passenger window, occasionally rubbing at his knee. I just drove,
stealing glances at him out of the corner of my eye, and finally ventured,
"Are you all right?"
He just grunted, and I respected the silence for the rest of the five-mile
The thoughts were swirling in my own head; I could only imagine what was
going through his. I was almost sorry Wufei hadn't killed the son of a
bitch right there when he had the chance. I'm not sure I wouldn't have.
He hurt my Duo. Whenever I thought of it, remembered the wicked slice
on Duo's skin, the anger threatened to claw it's way up out of my belly
like a thing alive. Had he been in front of me, had I held the blade at
his throat, would I have been able to stay my hand? I'm not so sure. It
would have been murder. Calculated murder. Not the same as the lives I
had claimed in battle, not the same at all. I couldn't answer the question.
I pulled the car in, and we had gotten there first; the gray car wasn't
in sight yet. I got out and went around to help Duo. He was pensive, and
still quiet; he took my hand and let me pull him up without comment. I
collected the crutches out of the back of the car, and turned to find
Duo sitting on the hood.
"Heero... I want to wait for Wufei, Ok?"
I frowned, "He might not come back right away."
"I know. I'll just wait a little while." He hesitated, his head
lowered, looking at me through his unruly bangs. "I'll come in if
he isn't back soon."
I chuckled and went to lean the crutches against the side of the car within
his reach, though Gods only knew what the point was anymore. "I'll
leave you alone, then."
The hesitant look left his face and he grinned at me, snagging the sleeve
of my shirt and pulling me close enough to wrap his arms around my neck.
From his vantage point on the car, he was above me and I had to turn my
face up to meet his this time. He kissed my lips softly, then my cheek,
and then that place behind my jaw that always makes my knees weak. I closed
my eyes in pleasure, feeling the tip of his tongue gently tracing the
outline of my ear. My hands were resting on his waist, and I left them
there, letting him do as he pleased, but always aware of the burden of
his past. I would not, could not, would never, may the Gods strike
me dead; ever cause him pain. His lips traveled back and found mine again
and I allowed just a hint of my rising passion to show through as he kissed
me deeply this time. Then he broke off and I opened my eyes to find him
gazing at me, eyes warm and amused. "Thanks for understanding, love."
I took that as my cue to leave and turned toward the house, refusing to
adjust the tightness in my jeans until I was out from under his watchful
eyes. He was going to kill me at this rate, I was sure of it.
I went into the formal living room and sat in the bay window where I could
watch him, but it would be difficult for him to see me. Not that it mattered,
I'm sure he knew I was there somewhere. Quatre was beside me in a heartbeat,
and I wondered how long he had been observing us, I felt just a
hint of how Duo must have felt the last week, never out from under someone's
vigilant guard twenty-four hours a day. I felt vaguely guilty.
"What's going on?" Quatre wanted to know, coming to stand behind
me where he could see out the window as well.
"Duo is waiting for Wufei." I told him, trying to decide just
how much I should say.
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