Road Trip 2/?
category: AU College (though they're not in school at the moment), 1+2
get together fic (because there's a new idea. . . ;)
pairings: none, yet. . . isn't it sad? I shall have to write more. Soon.
disclaimer: don't own gw, don't own duo or heero. . . though if anyone
wants to give me a nice birthday present I'd certainly take them! There's
plenty of room in my closet. . . . don't own the lemonheads, 'come on
feel' or 'big gay heart' either. warnings: gratuitous meg ryan references.
. . sorry 'bout that. Battlefields. Evan Dando. Think that about covers
+ Part 2
Time: 11:13 am.
Place: route 95, near Fredericksburg, Virginia.
Music: the lemonheads, 'come on feel'
It was about an hour before Heero worked up the courage to open his mouth.
"You have a lot of cds."
Duo chose that moment to switch lanes; Heero tightened his grip on the
door and clamped his mouth shut again.
"Yep!" Duo said cheerfully. He had seemed sort of uneasy with Heero's
silence up until that point-the simple comment seemed to relax him. Heero
wondered if he was the kind of person who simply couldn't be quiet. .
. and if he might drive a little slower if there was conversation.
It was worth a try.
"You like music?"
Duo shrugged. "Doesn't everyone?" He glanced over-which did not stop him
from slipping into a lane on his other side at the same time. "Besides,
Hilde's dad owns a little book and music cd-mostly used. I just take advantage
of the family discount."
"Are you and Hilde related?" Heero asked, curious. There were several
of Duo's relationships that he. . . wondered about.
"Nah. But we've been best friends forever, and since I'm all but alone
in the world," Duo sighed dramatically, "they keep an eye out for stuff
they know I'll like." He smiled over at Heero, who was torn between appreciating
it and wishing that the boy would keep his eyes on the road. "Feel free
to look through them."
Heero considered. . . that would, after all, mean unlocking his hands
from the door handle. At this point he wasn't sure that they even would
"Hn," he said.
"God, Relena is so bloody slow," Duo griped, glancing in his rearview
mirror. "This could get old, fast."
"Your car. . . moves well." Heero wondered if Duo had any idea how diplomatic
he was being.
"Yeah. I tinkered with the engine. When I'm at home I do mechanic work-have
since I was fourteen." Duo flourished a hand, wiggling his fingers. "I
have a way with machines. There aren't many old Bugs that can do 120 on
the open road."
Heero's fingers, just beginning to work free, clamped reflexively around
the handle again.
"Ah! That's my exit!" Duo crowed happily, and moved four lanes to the
right. In two and a half seconds.
"Exit?" Heero managed a minute later, when his mouth had stopped being
quite so dry. "But I mapped the route-there should be no variation until
we reach Baltimore, with a possible detour outside of Washington. There
is no exit in. . . ," he looked over at the sign as Duo exited, "Fredericksburg."
"It's our first rest stop," Duo explained kindly, his eyes on the rearview
mirror. "I don't see them. Ah, well, we'll beat them there." He looked
over at Heero, his hand easily working the gearshift. "Haven't you ever
been on a road trip before?"
Heero considered. There had been stealth training. . . survival training.
. . missions. . . but nothing like this. "I don't think so."
Duo laughed. "Well, then, you're long past due. Just keep in mind that
getting to where you're going isn't the point."
"Nope," Duo said, and executed a u-turn that effectively silenced Heero-his
teeth were so deeply buried in his tongue that it took him a few minutes
to get free.
They drove past a McDonalds that, Heero pointed out, would have restrooms.
. . two dozen restaurants. . . a mall. . . a Seven-11 that, when Heero
gestured to, Duo promptly burst out laughing. "Oh, God," he gasped, eyes
tearing. "I forgot about that."
"The Seven-11 is funny?"
"Not the seven-11," Duo said, still laughing. "It's the fact that you
have that little convenience store, and then, right next door, a parking
lot the size of Kansas." He convulsed in laughter again; Heero began calculating
how long he would be conscious when Duo ran them into a tree. At this
speed, the impact would probably be enough to make it fairly quick. .
"You don't think it's funny?" Duo asked. "Two hundred parking spaces for
one Seven-11? You don't think it's rather optimistic of them?
"It's a commuter parking lot," Heero said. "Says so on the sign."
"But still. . . you don't. . . ?"
Despite himself Heero smiled, and Duo cackled with glee. "Yeah! You do
have a sense of humo-uh."
"Just don't tell anyone else and I might let you live," Heero said in
his usual monotone.
Duo smiled again. "You're assuming a lot here."
Heero looked at him quizzically.
"I'd be willing to be that half an hour ago you would have been more worried
about you. Surviving, that is. This car trip."
He hadn't realized that his apprehension had been that obvious. "Maybe
I was just afraid that Relena would catch up with us."
"I thought you guys were friends."
"We are." And they were-that was the problem. "That doesn't mean that
I like being chased by a pink BMW. You don't get the feeling that we're
being tailed by Secret Agent Barbie?"
He was absurdly gratified by Duo's laugh, and silently applauded himself.
He had made a joke. After only an hour in the other boy's company. It
felt good. For the first time since Quatre had talked him into this scheme-what
had he called it? Revenge part two?-Heero relaxed.
They reached a battlefield
and Duo turned left, down a small bumpy road. Relena's car, Heero noticed,
was nowhere in sight; if Duo had not still been laughing, he might have
mentioned this. He wasn't sure if the other boy was still amused by his
joke, by the seven-11, or by something else, but he wasn't about to ask.
He had a feeling it could be detrimental to his psyche.
Instead, he looked out the
window. There were fields on either side of the road-historically preserved
slaughtering grounds from the Civil War. "Why do Americans save their
battlefields?" he asked.
He felt Duo's glance on the
back of his head.
"They seem to build things
everywhere else. Why do they leave these massive fields just lying around?
Are they uncomfortable living where people have died?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"But people die everywhere."
He tapped the window. "There's nothing here. People come to see this?"
Duo nodded. "Lots of
them." He shrugged. "I'm no shrink, or sociologist, but I'd
guess that there are a couple of reasons. Patriotism. Morbid curiosity.
Maybe because war makes things seem simpler. It's funny, because when
you study war in school, every war up until Vietnam is primarily about
glory and patriotism and honor. Everything since is about corrupt politics
and dying innocents."
"I don't think that the
people who died here during the Civil War thought it was fun," Heero
"No," Duo said,
"I suppose not." He leaned forward to peer at the coming road.
"I think this is it."
In the silence after Duo's
turn-during which his heart had stopped-Heero noticed the lyrics of the
song currently playing.
::I don't need you to suck
my dick or to help me feel better about myself::
Curious, he leaned forward-noting
with relief that his heart seemed to be working again-and bumped the song
back to the beginning.
Duo looked uneasy.
"What's this song?"
"Uh. . . it's called
Big Gay Heart."
"Hn," said Heero.
It hadn't even gotten past
the first line ::take a look into some big grey eyes:: when Duo swung
with relief into the parking lot of a diner. "Here we are!"
The hostess grinned at Duo
when they walked in. "If it ain't Duo! Where's Honey?"
"Hilde," Duo said,
and peered out the window. "She should be here before too long."
"Who's your friend?"
the woman-Noel-asked, smiling at Heero. "He's cute."
"Heero, Noel. Noel, Heero.
Noel makes the best pie in the world," Duo said.
"And nobody enjoys it
quite like Duo does!" Noel announced proudly, then looked out the
window behind them. "Is that car pink?"
"You go too fast."
"You were going too slow.
There's no fun in that," Duo retorted. Hilde glared at him. "Just
because we're not all speed maniacs-"
"Just because I like
to enjoy myself-"
"Here you go!" Noel
sang, delivering four plates to the table. On each rested an extremely
large slice of pie. She smiled and stood there, obviously waiting for
Duo smacked his lips. "Noel's
apple. You must have gotten my email."
"Just the way you like
it, honey, with the crumbly topping and the ice cream on the side. Now
Heero looked at Relena, who
appeared as bemused as he himself felt. Hilde, on the other hand, was
Duo looked over at him. "It
probably bears mentioning that the first time that Hil and I came by here,
we had just seen when Harry Met Sally for the first time. Which includes,
among other things, a road trip."
Heero shrugged. He'd never
seen the movie.
Hilde laughed. "It probably
also bears mentioning that Duo can never say no to a bet."
Relena got whiter.
Duo took a huge forkful of
the pie and waggled his eyebrows at them-and at the roomful of people
waiting for his first bite. "Here goes!" He stuck the fork in
And had an orgasm.
At least Heero was pretty
sure that was what was going on-there was some gasping, some moaning,
a whispered 'harder' that nearly had Hilde falling into her pie with laughter,
a lot of panting, a little thrashing, and finally, a "yes! Yes! Yes!"
Heero wondered if anyone would
notice if he dumped his ice cream down his pants. Probably not, he decided-they
were all too busy waiting for Duo to take his second bite.
"And you thought only
women had multiple orgasms," Duo said with a grin as he unlocked
Hilde, waiting for Relena
to unlock Barbie, whacked him. "You're such a perv."
"Hentai desu!" he
She transferred her bright
smile to Heero. "We'll see you before too long, Heero-hope you survive
Heero nodded. "I hope
so as well."
"Though I might die in
the time it takes you guys to get there," Duo joked, and ducked into
the car before Hilde could hit him again.
Heero noticed that as soon
as they were back in the car Duo changed the cd.
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