You know, there was a day when I got a bit of a kick out of
being known as the guy who did the explosives. I mean, I like blowing shit
up as much as the next guy, and everybody should have something they excel
at. During the war, I was the go-to man when it came to having the stuff,
knowing what to do with the stuff, and being very, very good at using the
But you know something about this peace-time thing? It puts
a whole new spin on demolitions as a hobby. Once upon a time, leveling a
building was kind of… well, to be blunt, it was kind of the point.
I’ve brought down hangers, dorms, fueling stations, supply stations,
satellite outposts, and on one notable occasion, an off-shore drilling rig.
Talk about a flash-bang; what a rush that had been.
But now it’s all about not letting shit get blown up.
Now, it’s ‘Duo, can you tell what this is?’ and ‘Duo,
can you disarm this?’ and ‘Duo, come take this apart.’
Stinking pain in the ass. Explosives are a hell of a lot more fun from an
over-look half a mile away with a detonator in your hand, than they are
when the bomb in question is sitting six inches from your nuts, you’ve
got a screw-driver in your teeth and all the guys standing way behind you
are expecting you to ‘fix it’.
I suppose there’s a rush, but it’s entirely not the same; I
like my nuts where they are, thank you very much.
So in the middle of an operation that was suppose to be a
simple search and seizure, the last thing I wanted to hear my partner say
was, ‘Duo… come look at this.’
Especially not after already figuring out the seizure part was something
of a bust and we were already thinking ‘set up’.
‘Tell me you found a body, Wufei,’ I growled,
dutifully crossing the garage we were in to see what there was to see.
‘Afraid not,’ he told me from where he was hunkered
down next to the van we had expected to find contraband weapons in, but
instead had held only an odd load of aluminum pipe. Somebody trying to make
something look like it wasn’t, if you ask me.
‘Then tell me you found the Hope diamond, or maybe…
shit,’ I muttered as I came around the van and saw what there was
‘Ok,’ my partner agreed amiably. ‘It’s
a pile of shit.’
I snorted, squatting beside him and noted that we were making
our other team members nervous. ‘Well, ain’t this a lovely little
‘And you know how I hate surprises,’ Wufei grumbled.
‘Oh, most definitely,’ I agreed, and wondered
that he had even bothered to ask for a second opinion; the thing could not
have been more obviously a bomb if Wile E. Coyote had walked in to deliver
Wufei rose and strode a few paces away. ‘Shepherd, go
outside and put a call in for the bomb squad. Bradley, Norton, make a visual
sweep of the rest of the building. Make sure we don’t have anything
else in here with us. Maintain radio silence inside the building until we
know what kind of trigger mechanism we’re dealing with.’
He got a couple of those weird-ass, ‘Sir! Yes, sir!’ responses
that sound so damn corny to me, but you can’t deny that Chang Wufei
has a presence that strikes fear into the hearts of Preventer agents everywhere.
Meanwhile, I was poking carefully around our little package,
making sure it wasn’t connected in any way to anything else. There
didn’t seem to be any sort of trigger mechanism involving the van,
and I decided it was sitting under there simply as cover. I wasn’t
real keen on that idea for some reason and risked sliding the thing out
where I could see it better.
‘Maxwell!’ Wufei snapped. ‘What the fuck
are you doing? I said look at it!’
‘Chill, Chang,’ I told him distractedly. ‘I
And the more I looked, the more not happy I became. I leaned
down and sniffed lightly, running a critical eye over the casing in front
of me. ‘Nasty fucker, whoever he is,’ I muttered to myself.
It looked classic at a first glance, right down to the spiffy little timer
that Wufei hadn’t seen yet. But the bells and whistles were hiding
a much more complex arrangement. No way in hell could I disarm the thing
with nothing more than the Swiss army knife in my pocket.
Wufei and I are fairly well in tune with each other, after
all the years of working together, and he sensed that I was not a happy
boy scout. ‘Duo… what is it? Should we evacuate?’
I snorted. ‘Doubt it would do us any good,’ I
told him as I rose and began looking around for something that might help
me, my mind already mapping and racing and kicking the adrenaline glands
in the ass.
‘What the fuck do you mean, Maxwell?’ he growled
at me, and I could feel Bradley and Norton staring at me in dawning comprehension.
‘I mean that unless you’ve been severely beating
world records on the track and haven’t told me, you ain’t outrunning
Shepherd chose that moment to walk back in to report, ‘Bomb
squad says ten minutes, sir.’
I laughed mirthlessly. ‘Tell them not to bother then.
The bomb won’t be here.’
Wufei was trying to work out if he should be staring at me or staring at
the bomb, when I found what I was looking for and he decided staring at
me was the more interesting option.
‘Perfect!’ I crowed, as I ripped the tarp off
a nice piece of restoration in the form of a Harley Electra Glide. I wondered
that the owner had left it behind even as I was checking that there was
gas in the tank. Someone muttered something extremely uncomplimentary until
I took a length of pipe to the tour-pak on the back. I suspect somebody
thought I was getting ready to bug out on my own and leave the team to fend
‘God damn it, Duo!’ Wufei was yelling at me. ‘What
in the fuck are you doing?’
‘Getting ready to take our baby here for a ride,’ I informed
him calmly, removing the hinges of the pak with a final swing of pipe.
‘Are you even more insane than I thought you were?’
he snapped, though I noticed he wasn’t getting in my way.
‘Probably,’ I replied. ‘Though I really
thought more highly of your imaginative skills.’ Everybody took an
involuntary step back as I bent to pick up the bomb. I chuckled darkly.
‘We’re talking city block here, guys… a couple of feet
ain’t gonna do you any good.’
‘Duo, the bomb squad…’ Wufei began, his
voice losing that edge of anger, and starting to get a little nervous.
‘We got less than seven on the timer, Fei,’ I
told him, settling the bomb in the carrier, jerking my belt off to wrap
around the case and anchor it.
‘Jesus!’ somebody yelped, but I couldn’t
tell if it was Norton or Shepherd.
‘Duo,’ Wufei said, his tone turning into that
reasonable one he gets when he thinks I’m being stupid. Last time
I’d heard it was right before I’d climbed onto the roof of our
moving car in order to jump onto the truck we’d been chasing. He’d
been right on that one, but that was beside the point. ‘The shock
from driving with it…’
‘It’s stable. PETNX based if I don’t miss
the smell,’ I informed him. ‘It’s all in the detonator.
Gotta go, buddy.’
‘But where?’ he demanded as I climbed on the bike.
‘We’re in the middle of…’
‘Bay,’ I told him, and kicked the bike over. I
couldn’t help a grin as it roared to life on the first try. Sweet.
Shame to ditch it in the damn ocean, but what the hell? Somebody, somewhere
was going to be pissed.
I gave Wufei one last look and he tapped his headphone in
question; I nodded sharply to let him know it was ok to use the intercom.
I took one last glance at the timer, fixed the count-down in my head and
then I took off like a bat out of hell.
Why me, you ask? How come there wasn’t a big, dramatic
scene where we argued over who’d do the down and dirty? Cause Wufei
had a girlfriend, Norton was raising a kid alone, and both Bradley and Shepherd
had little women they went home to at the end of the day. Me? I had a cat.
He’d learn to deal.
‘Hey Chang,’ I said into the mic when I was out
on the street and seeing just how sweet a machine an Electra Glide was.
‘I willed you my cat.’
‘Damn it, Maxwell,’ he snapped at me. ‘Slow
the hell down or you’re not going to make it out of the neighborhood,
much less all the way to the docks.’
‘Tell that to the clock,’ I snorted, taking the
bike up on the side-walk to shave a couple seconds off a corner. ‘We’re
looking at…’ I drug the word out until the time in my head ticked
over to match. ‘Five on the mark.’
‘I hate cats,’ he snarled at me, and I could tell
from the sound of his voice that he was on the move. Probably following
me; the guys wouldn’t want to miss the big bang. I reflected as I
dodged traffic through an intersection, that it was really too bad we hadn’t
had time for them to use the lights and sirens to run interference for me.
I heard them in the distance, but they’d never catch up.
Or if they did… it would be a very bad thing.
I pulled a city map up in my head and took a chance on an
alley, just to lose some traffic. Most people tend to give ground to a loon
doing eighty on the stretches, but not everybody immediately registers something
that out of the ordinary. I spared a hand to flip on the lights and the
four-way flashers, and had a momentary urge to raise my voice in imitation
of a siren the way you hear little kids do. I must have made an odd amused
sound, because Wufei’s voice in my ear was slightly freaked.
‘Duo, have you lost it?’ he snapped, the sound of his own siren
coming through with his voice.
‘Only my mind,’ I grinned and just missed a pedestrian
by a few feet as I shot out of the alley and had to down-shift to make the
turn onto the street.
My internal clock supplied me with a four and I kicked the
speed back up, plotting my course and trying to balance my desire for unpopulated
with my need for direct. The sudden appearance of a van pulling into traffic
necessitated a sudden switch to the wrong side of the street and horns began
to blow. ‘Shit!’ I hollered, without really meaning to, but
I kind of like to make noise when I think I’m about to go splat, because
it covers up the unpleasant sounds of that breaking bone thing. That noise
seriously creeps me out.
‘Duo?!’ Wufei called, voice all frantic and it
gave me a chill I hadn’t had before. Kind of wish he’d kept
his fear to himself… I didn’t really have the time for it.
I had to leave the road again, this time having to take the
curb in mid-block and without the benefit of one of those handy little handicap
ramp things; I almost spread myself all over the side-walk. I managed not
to separate the lady standing there from the dog she was walking, speeding
by so fast I couldn’t even hear the curses she was flinging at me.
Or maybe that was Wufei. ‘I’m ok,’ I managed,
taking the bike back into the street at the next corner and swerving madly
to get back where I belonged, which wasn’t much better, but some.
I had a moment to wonder what in the hell the average Joe
Citizen was seeing as I whizzed by wearing my spiffy green Preventer jumpsuit,
braid flying, and maniacal, rictus grin of terror plastered on my face.
I had the mad urge to wave, and knew in that moment I was probably going
‘Fei, you there?’ I asked, somehow finding a moment
to actually think.
‘Where in the fuck…’ he began, but then
wrestled that down. ‘Yes, Duo… I’m here.’
It took me a minute to get a break to speak again, concentration
going to finding a non-existent lane between two semi-trucks. I actually
hit my elbow on a fender and it was the wobble from that that sent my voice
up in pitch a notch. Only that. ‘Listen… this is stupid, but
don’t just dump my cat, ok? At least find a good home for him. I know
he’s scruffy, but…’
‘I wouldn’t dump your God damn cat, Maxwell,’
Wufei snapped and the mic was suddenly making his voice tinny. I hoped I
wasn’t going to lose him, I wasn’t overly fond of the idea of
finished this run alone. ‘Where are you?’
I waited until I’d finished the cut through a gas station
parking lot and was back on the street before telling him, ‘On Hyneman,
just crossing Savage.’
‘What’s your time?’ he asked, voice getting
terse as he shut the fear down.
‘Three on my mark,’ I said, rounding a truck and
strangling a curse as I dodged a kid on a bicycle, and then, ‘Mark!’
There was a moment or two of silence on his end, before he
came back and told me, ‘You’re going to make it, Duo. You’re
six blocks out… you can do that in three minutes.’
‘Easy for you,’ I growled and lost his reply in
the blast of the air horn of a truck that took exception to my cutting in
front of him. Not that it mattered, I didn’t hang around to trade
insults with him.
‘…mother-fucking defeatist!’ was all I caught
of Wufei’s remark, but figured I had the gist of it.
I’m not really sure what it is about me that makes me
argue shit like that with Wufei, but I can’t seem to help it. It’s
like I just have to take the opposite side when it comes to the guy, even
when I’m arguing against my own survival. ‘And how do you propose
I’m supposed to get off this thing, moron! I gotta have the momentum
to get this fucker out into the damn bay!’
‘You can ditch…’ he tried, but I think we
were both imagining what I was going to look like after jumping off a motorcycle
doing eighty/ninety miles an hour, with no protective gear.
We were both quiet for about half a block, me because I was
paying more attention to a guy in a Jaguar that thought I wanted to race,
Wufei because I think he’d run out of things to say.
But the son of a bitch had gotten me to thinking, as much
as I was able, and I suddenly blurted, ‘Fei… listen, can you
do something for me?’
‘What?!’ he asked me and I lost his voice for
a moment as he seemed to sputter in exasperation. I think my tone freaked
him out. ‘You want me to stop and get you a damn burger, or what?’
I resisted the urge to laugh, because I was rapidly running
out of time. ‘No. A message… ok?’ My head told me two
minutes and I absently added, ‘Mark,’ knowing he’d get
‘Duo, listen, I…’ he was saying as I had
to take another trip up on the sidewalk. The bike skidded and I had to stick
my leg out to keep her up, jamming my knee, but managing to keep us on track.
My snarl of pain cut him off as effectively as anything.
‘Damn!’ I hollered, venting the fear. ‘No
time, Chang. Listen to me… no damn big deal; I just want you to tell
Heero something, ok?’
‘Damn it, Maxwell…’ he growled and I wished
the guy could get over his stupid aversion to any sort of emotional display;
it would make communicating with him a hell of a lot easier.
‘Please man,’ I begged, thinking about cats and
broken bones and all the other regrets a person has in life. ‘Just
I was nearing the dock area, and the traffic was thinning,
but I was sharing the road almost exclusively with things that were way
bigger than I was. Bigger and not at all impressed with giving ground to
little old me. There was suddenly a truck backing into the street and I
totally lost the thread of thought as I shot across three lanes and fought
to keep the bike from going down. Horns blared and I cursed enough to blister
the paint on the bike.
‘Maxwell?’ Wufei was screaming at me, and there
were too many things vying for my attention.
The clock in my head hit one, my knee was screaming at me
as I had to push off again, I was finally at the docks and needed to kick
up the speed, Wufei was yelling something in Chinese, and before I knew
it I’d screamed, ‘Tell him I loved him, ok you asshole? Just
fucking tell Heero that I loved him!’
That Chinese cursing escalated to a whole new level and I
reached up and ripped the mic away, not wanting Wufei to have to hear my
last minute… just in case I wimped out and screamed or something.
I’d hit a straight, flat stretch and pushed the bike for all she was
worth, aiming myself squarely at what I could see of open water.
I’m really not suicidal, you know. I wasn’t just
being stubborn or arguing for the sake of argument. I really did not see
any good way out of the mess I was in. The tiger by the tail and that whole
thing. Had I left the bomb where it was, a good couple of hundred people
would have died when it went off. Not the least of which would have been
my team and my partner. Unacceptable.
And once the tiger had been grabbed by the uh… tail,
what was I to do but see things through to the end? Not like I could have
stopped at some point and walked away; I’d have still never made it.
There were enough explosives in the package sitting five inches behind my
ass, to blow up your average sized city block. With all the attendant fall-out
and debris. Again, I’d have never made it. Nor would anyone else in
Ditching bomb, bike and Duo in the damn ocean seemed to me
to be the best choice for all involved. Some things just have to be left
to play out once set in motion. That had been the plan from the moment I’d
realized just what Wufei had found under that van.
That plan had not taken into consideration what I found at
the edge of the wharf. Boxes. Lots of them. Of the empty, piled up, cardboard
variety. Not as good as a pile of a couple thousand foam mattresses, but…
a hope. A hope that I had seconds to make a decision about. At the last
possible moment, I altered the angle of my run and, as Wufei had suggested,
My clock was counting the final seconds as I tumbled toward
the dubious cushion of cardboard and the bike sailed on without me, arcing
gracefully out over open water.
They say your life passes before your eyes when you’re about to die,
but all I got was a vague irritation that I’d forgotten to tell Wufei
that my cat would puke for days if you gave him any milk.
And then it was impact and explosion and there was pain as
I hit and bounced and bounced again, and I did end up screaming, but it
was only to cover that sound that creeps me out so bad. I think I blacked
out for a moment, but came right back when the fountain of water hit me.
But I was still doing the landing thing and wasn’t done bouncing.
I was gone again on the fourth one.
If there was any doubt; cardboard is not all that damn soft.
When I next opened my eyes, I decided it couldn’t have
been all that damn long, because the fish lying six inches in front of my
face was still gasping his last. I felt his pain; I felt like I was gasping
mine too. Movement seemed… like a less than stellar idea. I couldn’t
really figure out what was wrong with me, because there wasn’t a part
that didn’t hurt. A lot. And I was soaked with stinking sea water
and couldn’t even begin to figure out if I was bleeding or not. Probably.
I really didn’t see how I couldn’t be.
Then I heard voices and decided to whine pathetically. It
took several minutes before somebody decided I wasn’t just a stray
cat hacking up a hair ball and came to investigate.
‘Fuck!’ a voice yelled and I was almost giddily
relieved; I’d started to have visions of them tossing a wreath on
the water and leaving without every finding me. I’d lay here and die
with the fishes. ‘It’s Maxwell! Get Chang! I found Maxwell!’
There was the sound of running feet and a lot of yelling,
and in the distance I could hear more sirens. I hoped one of them was an
ambulance… I was pretty sure I needed one.
And then Wufei was there beside me and I knew I must look
pretty bad, because the first thing he said was something that sounded suspiciously
like a prayer. Or maybe it was just more cursing in Mandarin, because then
he said, ‘You son of a bitch! You ditched your damn mic! You let me
think you went off the stinking wharf!’
‘Last minute decision,’ I managed with a lot of
wheezing and panting. I think I’d identified the presence of some
‘Shut up, idiot,’ he told me, voice managing worried
and pissed off a the same time. ‘The ambulance is coming.’ He
reached out and delicately picked up the fish in front of me, tossing it
‘Don’t give the cat milk,’ I told him, having
to rectify that over-sight, but that made me think about the other regrets
and I frowned at him. ‘That other thing? That was between you and
me… right? Forget it.’
I expected him to scold me again, and tell me to stop trying
to talk. I expected him to get angry with me for not listening to him. I
did not expect him to drop down on his butt beside me with a sudden harsh
groan. ‘Duo… there’s something I have to tell you.’
I blinked at him, wishing I could raise my head enough to
see him better, he was kinda fuzzy around the edges; it made it hard to
read his expression. ‘What?’ I asked, confused. ‘I wasn’t
dead long enough…’
Wufei growled at me. ‘You are not dead, damn it! But...’
his irritation faded as quickly as it came. ‘I thought… I thought
we were listening to your last minutes, damn it…’
‘We?’ I asked, suddenly feeling cold all over
and not sure if it was the water, the bleeding, or the shock.
‘I had you on open mic, Duo,’ he blurted and his
hand went up to cover his eyes while he waited for my reaction. It took
me a couple of seconds to work it around and come up with one.
‘I’m going to fucking kill you,’ I told
him, a promise for a better day.
The asshole had the audacity to smile at me. ‘Then I guess you’re
going to have to live.’
‘Count on it,’ I snarled and was going to tell
him, in great detail, what my intentions were, but ended up blacking out
again instead. Not that he needed me to elaborate… he’s a bright
Waking up in the hospital, while not my idea of a good time,
was actually kind of a relief. My assurances to Wufei aside, I hadn’t
been a hundred percent on that one. I’ve been on the receiving end
of a bed pan more than my share of times, but that had been the first time
I’d been hurt bad enough that I hadn’t even been able to figure
out where the boo-boos were on my own.
It ended up reading like a laundry list from Gray’s
Anatomy. Broken ribs, broken clavicle, broken arm, broken leg (two places!)
and a concussion from bouncing my head off the box padded pavement four
or five times. Not to even mention the liberal road rash up one side and
down the other. They tell me we’ll talk about the knee surgery after
the rest of it heals. Oh boy… I can hardly wait.
Wufei, being my partner, got to come in to see me as soon
as I woke up. He told me there was a medal on my desk at work along with
somebody’s idea of a joke in the form of a speeding ticket. What he
wouldn’t tell me was how bad the rumor mill was grinding. Pissed me
the hell off… I don’t like not knowing what’s going on
to start with, and under the circumstances, if Heero was going to kill me,
I figured he might as well get it over with and save me the long stay in
the hospital. But Wufei was taking full advantage of my total inability
to move, and refusing to ‘get into it right now’. Asshole. I
entertained myself in the wee hours by thinking up ways to get even with
When I wasn’t lying awake wondering if things had gotten
back around to Heero yet. Because… I knew they would. People joke
about women gossiping, but they ain’t got nothin’ on any sort
of office situation. Rumors spread through the Preventers’ building
faster than a good case of the flu.
I finally got my answer the day they moved me out of ICU and
into a regular room. About two and a half minutes after. The nurse was still
fussing with my pillows and double checking that the angle of the bed was
to my liking.
When Heero came storming into the room, I thought the poor
girl was going to wet herself. She kind of squeaked and made this aborted
little move, like she was going to duck behind me, then caught herself and
tried to look firm. ‘Mr. Maxwell, should I call security?’ she
asked me, not taking her eyes off Heero and I had to resist the urge to
tell her ‘Hell, yeah!’.
‘It’s ok,’ I assured her and she wasted
no time getting out of the room. Probably left the damn floor all together.
Ever seen one of those bull fights on TV? The way the bull
just sort of stands there with his head down, like he’s sizing things
up and he’s about to tap dance on the head of the guy in tights? Yeah.
Heero kinda looked like that. I cleared my throat, trying to decide between
pretending I didn’t know what he was probably upset about, and pretending
I was so doped up I didn’t know who he was.
Heero took the decision out of my hands in his typical straight
for the jugular fashion. ‘So just when the fuck were you planning
on telling me?’
‘It uh…’ I stammered, caught off guard,
‘wasn’t exactly in the plans.’
‘So what the hell was that?’ he growled. ‘Some
kind of sick, death-bed confession?’
‘Well, not bed exactly,’ I told him. ‘Kind
of a death-cycle. Death-ride? You know how those things are… spur
of the moment?’ I heard the faint panic in my own tone and shut up.
‘What are you saying?’ he asked, taking a couple
of steps closer to the bed, so that he was kind of looming over me. ‘You
didn’t mean it?’
Well, that just kind of pissed me off, to be honest, though
I was surprised to find the ability still within me. Maybe it was the morphine.
‘You don’t spout shit you don’t mean when you think you’re
about to die, idiot.’
‘So you love me?’ he pressed, his face utterly
‘Yeah, damn it,’ I snapped. ‘I do.’
He surprised me by not decking me, but when he raised a hand
up to scrub over his face, I had a moment of not being sure, and I hoped
he didn’t see me flinch. ‘And… you didn’t think
that was something I should know?’
‘Fuck, Heero,’ I grumbled. ‘Half the Preventer
organization has a crush on you. What makes me any damn different?’
He blinked at me with this really strange, almost horrified
look on his face and said, ‘What are you…’ but then cut
himself off with a shake of his head, and that hand was back rubbing at
It dawned on me in there somewhere that he rather looked like
shit. Kind of haggard. Unshaven, and sort of tousled more than normal. Dark
circles under his eyes, and once I started looking, his uniform looked suspiciously
like it had been in service for a couple of days. I blinked at him. ‘Hey
man… are you ok?’
He made this noise then, from behind his hand. Kind of a laugh,
but kind of a choking sound too. I couldn’t catalog it, and he shut
it down really quick; taking a breath and then taking another. ‘Yeah.
No. Hell… I don’t know.’
He was kind of freakin’ me out. I just laid there and
stared at him, sort of relieved, really, that I wasn’t physically
capable of doing anything else. That way I didn’t have to decide what
that else should be.
He dropped his hand away from his face and the expression
he showed me was really damn weird. I probably looked like the doctor has
just walked in and told me we were starting physical therapy right that
minute. ‘Did it never occur to you that I might… that maybe
I felt something for you in return?’
Actually, it never had. Not once. So that’s what I said,
He laughed then, not anything huge, just this kind of helpless
snicker. ‘You’re such an idiot,’ he told me, and I frowned,
thinking about that.
‘Hey, asshole!’ I grumbled. ‘Don’t
climb my shit for keeping my mouth shut. You basically just confessed to
doing the same damn thing!’
He opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it again, giving
me a tiny little smile. Even had the decency to blush a bit. I was one up
on him there; if I was blushing, you couldn’t tell from all the road
rash. Then he suddenly snorted. ‘God; you had to confess right before
doing something that’s going to keep me from touching you for months!’
I grinned and raised my somewhat undamaged left hand. ‘This
isn’t too bad,’ I informed him and he didn’t hesitate
to wrap his fingers around mine. His grip was surprisingly gentle.
Also surprising was the warm way that simple touch made me
feel. I grinned up at him like a loon. ‘You know… I know my
lip is split, but it doesn’t really hurt…’ It was meant
to just be a statement, but it came out sounding kind of… coy, which
made me wince. At least I refrained from waggling my eyebrows.
He laughed anyway, shaking his head and smiling at me in a
way that was kind of scary in its intensity. ‘It doesn’t, huh?’
he asked, and hesitated only slightly more than he had when he’d taken
It wasn’t anything deep and passionate, I couldn’t
have managed that, and I’m sure I would have tasted like shit anyway.
It was just a gentle, cautious thing; apologies on both sides and forgiveness.
Maybe a bit of promise.
Heero’s eyes stayed closed for a moment when he pulled
away, and I felt him shiver on a hard sigh. ‘God… just promise
me you won’t do something that fucking stupid again.’
The realization that I’d scared him, came with a funny little tingle
in my chest and I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Damn… I guess
this means Wufei’s gonna have to start drawing straws with me for
the fun stuff.’
He blinked at me, looking confused for a second and then that
smile was back, so maybe he figured it out. But then he kissed me again,
and it didn’t really matter if he got the joke or not. But he sure
as hell gave me something else to think about in the wee hours besides revenge.
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