A tiny little bit of OOC. Heero.

    "Heero, where are we going?" he hissed at the other boy next to him.

    "Hn," was Heero’s response.  Duo nearly laughed at the absurd answer.  Heero was always so articulate. Why had he expected otherwise?

    ‘Because,’ he answered himself. ‘You’re an idiot.’

    When Duo and Heero finally reached their destination, the OZ soldiers that had been following them had given up.  Their destination, as Duo found out, was a itty-bitty cabin in the depths of a forest. (AN- Heh heh.  But no, just to pop your bubble now, they aren’t going to sleep with each other.  Well, at least not yet.)  The cabin had a bathroom, and a glorified linen closet that could be considered a bedroom.  ‘Yeah, if you turn you head and squint.’ Duo told himself, snorting.  There wasn’t any source of heat in the bedroom.

    "I’ll take the bedroom,"  Heero stated, heading for the

closet-that-could-be-considered-a-room-if-you-squinted™. ‘Damn you, Yuy,’ Duo hissed to himself.  It was mid-winter, and they were in Northern USA.  He’d freeze.

    "Um, Heero? It’s supposed to go below 20º tonight.  And that room has no heater.  You’ll freeze," Duo said.
Heero stood silently, supposedly thinking about this particular predicament.  "Well, I guess we’ll both have to stay in here.  But on one condition."

    "What?"  Duo asked warily.

    "You keep your mouth shut, or I throw you out in the snow."  Duo rolled his eyes; he had known this was coming.

    "Fine.  And you don’t clack away at that damn laptop all night. Or I throw it in the snow."  Duo grinned.  He could picture the laptop out in the snow, covered in ice, its keys frozen together.  Of course, he wouldn’t be around to see it, ‘cause Heero would murder him into a million tiny little pieces, put them in Deathscthye and then self-destruct it.  You get the idea.

    "Deal,"  Heero said, taking his carisack into the bathroom.  As soon as he was out of range, Duo heaved a sigh.  This was going to be one long night. One long, lonely night.

    After his shower, Heero came out to find Duo already asleep by the fire. ‘Well, he can’t talk if he’s asleep, so I guess I’m in luck.’ Man, was he wrong.

    After finally drifting off to sleep, Heero was awakened by a yell.  Sitting straight up, he looked over at his partner.  Duo was thrashing around, moaning about something, his dream most likely.  Crawling over, he reached out to shake the boy awake . . .

    . . . and found he didn’t need to.  Duo had woken up on his own, and sat up.  Duo and his faces were centimeters apart.  Heero quickly moved away, back to his own nest of blankets.

    "Are you all right?" he asked, his eyes searching the other boys.

    "Yeah, yeah," Duo replied, scratching his head.  "Just a nightmare."  But he didn’t sound okay.  His voice was trembling and he looked like a scared rabbit.

    "All right," Heero said slowly.  He wasn’t sure what to do.  He desperately wanted to comfort the boy, yet he knew he couldn’t.  ‘Duo’d probably never speak to me again,’ he thought grimly to himself.  "Well, go back to sleep and try to forget about it.  That’s what I do."  Heero stopped.  Had he said the last part aloud?  Oh well.  It wasn’t worth worrying over. "G’night Duo."

    "Night."

    Duo had fallen right to sleep after Heero had left for the bathroom.  Unfortunately, the nightmares had taken tonight for a good night to visit.

    ^^He’d dreamt first of the day he left to get his MS.**  And of the devastation he found when he got back.  There were all the bodies; he’d memorized them, down to the tiniest detail.  And he’d found Sister Helen.  She’d spoken to him, and then she left to touch the face of God. Going to the other bodies, he turned one over, and it was Heero.  Gasping and falling to his knees, he screamed, a harsh sound grating in his throat. Weeping over the body of his fallen friend, he looked up. . .^^

    . . . and found himself staring into the cobalt-blue eyes of his companion. The real; version, that is.  Heero had apparently crawled over to wake him up and found himself face to face with him. Heero moved back to his blankets, and Duo was more than a little disappointed.

    "Are you all right?" Heero asked.  Duo noticed that his eyes were concerned.

    "Yeah, yeah," he replied, scratching his head.  But he wasn’t okay.  His nerves were jangled.  "Just a nightmare."

    "All right," Heero said slowly. Duo grinned to himself.  If Heero-The-Pod-Person-Yuy were concerned, he obviously had no idea what to do.  Duo had learned how to read Heero like a book, and it was times like these that made it all worth it.

    "Well, go back to sleep and try to forget about it.  That’s what I do." ‘He does?!  What!  Heero has nightmares about what?! ‘ But his questions remained unasked and therefore unanswered as Heero said, "G’night Duo."

    "Night," Duo replied, as Heero left him to puzzle out the enigma that was Heero.

    Duo woke up long before he opened his eyes.  He always did that.  Let people think he was slow, so when need be, he could surprise them.  Surprisingly, he was warm.  Warmer than he thought he’d be.  ‘So why get up?’ he thought happily to himself.  Curling up and pulling the blankets tighter around him, he hit something with his elbow.  Or, more likely, a someone.

    Duo’s eyes snapped open.  For the second time in twelve hours, he found his face centimeters away from the suicide Gundam pilot’s.  And he too was awake. Quickly surveying his surroundings, Duo came to a conclusion.  During the night, the two pilots had unconsciously moved towards the other’s warmth.  And, well, it had led to a compromising position.  Their legs were intertwined, and they weren’t two inches apart anywhere else.  Including their mouths.  And they were getting closer. . . and Heero was looking at him. . . .

    "Ohayo Heero!" Duo said cheerfully, sitting up abruptly and scooching away from the other pilot.  Heero sat up too, and Duo thought he saw a bit of confusion and. . .nah, it couldn’t be.  Could it?  ‘Why would Heero be hurt?’  Shrugging off the feeling of guilt, Duo stood up.  He needed a cold shower.  A very long, very cold shower.

    Heero was awakened rudely by an elbow in the side.  His eyes snapped open, but before he could tell off the braided baka, he found himself in a very compromising situation with him.  ‘This happens far too often,’ he thought to himself.  The violet eyes that were looking at him were alert and awake, but confused.  Unable to help himself, Heero began to move his mouth towards his partners, reveling in the hot wash of breath over his face . . .

    . . . when Duo sat up abruptly.  "Ohayo, Heero!" he said, moving away from his partner.  ‘damnitdamnitdamnit,’ his mind repeated over and over in his head.  Heero sat up, looking at Duo with hurt eyes, but he quickly changed his expression to his usual one of contempt.  Only after Duo couldn’t see his features anymore did he let the mask fall and shatter on the floor. ‘He’ll never let you in, baka.  Not this time, not any time. Never.’
 
 

** Help me here.  I’ve never read/seen Duo’s episode zero, so I can’t tell you what happened.  Nor have I seen Endless Waltz.  If anyone knows of somewhere online where I can get my hands on them, or just explain Duo’s episode zero, it would be greatly appreciated.  Arigato.
 

And remember, a cookie for anyone who can figure out what song this story is based on.

Hint #1-  The last line of this chapter is very nearly the exact lyrics.  The first sentance of his thought is exact, with a slight gender change, 'cause we all know that Duo isn't a girl.  Well, everybody 'cept my da.  He's still convinced that Duo's really a girl. ^-^